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youtellmeman · 8 months

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Hello ma’am 😈 I am here to request 😈 I’m thinking neteyam and reader are like enemies😡 they do not like each other okay but somewhere somehow they accidentally perform tsaheylu with each other and then they bang 😦

Yuh first request done-zo I really enjoyed writing this so i hope you like it.

Neteyam Sully x Fem!Na'vi!reader

Rated R

includes- smut, ma as a pet name, baby as a pet name, fingering, p in v, dirty talk, fem genitailia, accidental tsaheylu

In this tsaheylu is only explicitly erotic the first time around and it can be used to simply better understand what your mate is thinking/feeling.

Na'vi word translations

tiwan- love, wiya- damn, tewng- loincloth, knalu- fuck, Uvang- damn, skxwang- moron,imu’ta- bitch

italics= spoken in na'vi

Hating Neteyam, had been easy. After all it was all you'd ever known when it came to the blue boy. You’d always seen him as so, so irritating.

He always thought he knew better, better than his siblings, better than the other kids in the village, and better than you. That being eldest son to the Olo’eyktan made him so much smarter than those his age and unfortunately it seemed that trait would follow him to his grave as even now, after being accepted into the clan as an adult,he held himself to be so all knowing.

“What are you doing out here?” the voice came from behind you, his voice. “This area of the forest is dangerous, you should have someone with you.”

“Why, because I am incapable of taking care of myself?” It's a loaded question,but you can't help the way he is so quick to get under your skin. Whipping around to meet his citron eyes, raising a brow when you hear him scoff to himself.

“Why must you make everything into conflict?”

“Why must you be an imu’ta who refuses to let me live in peace.” I bite back and the air between us grows tense, eyes boring into eachothers waiting for one of us to break.

“Damn it, you are so difficult for what? I am simply looking out for you, it is dangerous, we both know this.” he huffs angrily out his nose and his tail thumbs against the ground with his growing anger.

“Have you considered that perhaps I don’t need anyone looking out for me? Especially not you, now leave me be and let me hunt in peace.” You roll your eyes and without waiting for a response you start to walk. Slinging your bow over your shoulder as you search for a new, quiet place to hunt.

“How dare you turn your back to me!” You can hear his steps speeding up after you resulting in your pace speeding as well until he manages to catch you. His slender fingers wrapping around your wrist spinning you face him. “You dare disrespect the future-”

“Future! You said it yourself!” You cut him off hissing the words at him angrily, “You hold no authority over me Neteyam so cease this useless display of power. Power that you do not have.” You spit. And maybe if you’d been less focused on the current shouting match you were having you would’ve noticed the small hand wrapping around your queue.

“Regardless of whatever you may think I am owed respect!” He snarls back and before you can you feel a sudden rush through your system, something so new yet familiar and immediately your eyes leave Neteyams face to focus on finding what's caused this surge of energy and what you can only describe as feeling. You find it immediately, honing in the little blue hand wrapped around your queue, your queue that was currently connected to, to…

“Tuktirey!” It's Neteyams voice that cuts through the silence though you can barely hear him,you can barely hear him with the wave of shock that flows through your body clogging your ears like water.

You can tell he's scolding her for a minute or two before she's shooed away, leaving you two alone still connected and you can feel it starting to ebb its way to the surface, the lust. Pupils blown wide as you find Neteyams eyes once more.

You can't find the words to ask why in the world Tuk would think that it’d be okay to connecther brother and yourself. All you can do is search his face and body for any sign he’s feeling what you are, and boy do you find it. Whether it be the rapid rise and fall of his chest or the tent in his tewng growing by the second.

Opening your mouth trying to find the words but you fail once more, or really you're cut off by the feeling of lips against yours as his hand finds its way to the base of your neck holding you close while the other pulls you in by the waist. And as his hips slot themselves so perfectly against yours you try to find some sliver of restraint, a tiny ounce of strength that will let you rip yourself away from him. You come up empty handed.

Hands finding their way to his hair pulling at the roots as you press him closer, pulling a heavenly groan from his lips.You find yourself pulling him back with you until your back meets tree, pulling back for a ragged breath.

“Holy mother.” You huff out in between breaths, Neteyam on the other hand has let his mouth wander from your jaw to neck, sucking dark purple marks onto the sensitive skin about your collar bone intermittently letting his fangs drag against the new purple markings, before coming back up. Neteyam kisses like he wants to consume you completely, it's a mess of teeth and spit as you both battle for dominance, it’s when he bites at your bottom lip that you give up on grasping at the reins letting him take complete control.

As your mouths clash Neteyam gets busy with his hands pulling the knot at the side of your loincloth before hoisting one of your legs up into his hip. Letting the arm that's not holding your leg slide between your bodies, finger sliding down your slick dampened lips, moving between tracing around your clit to moving downward to tease at your fluttering entrance. He does this a few times before you grow tired of his teasing. Pulling back to let your head rest on the bark of the tree.

“Quit it and do something, or are you just as incapable of pleasing a woman as you are at leaving me alo- ohh!” A surprised moan escapes your lips before you can finish the taunt.

“Wiya, you talk a lot.” The smug look that covers his face would have you rolling your eyes if you weren’t so focused on trying to keep them open enough to see anything at all. The annoying bastard had slipped in a finger while you were mouthing off, curling it to hit that spongy sweet spot within while letting his thumb rub lazy circles on your bud. “If I knew all it’d take to shut you up would be to stick a finger in you I woulda done it long ago.” He’s the one taunting now.

“Shut up you skxwang- hah- For you to think I would’ve ever let you touch me like this before. You clearly don’t know everything you claim.” You bite back best you can, and while you know your words hardly have any merit while you’re literally humping the palm of his land looking for more.

“Such a smart fucking mouth, lets see how that changes after I have you cumming around my fingers, hmm?” He leans close while growling out his retort, sliding in another finger as he speaks. And god, it should be criminal that it's him making you feel so incredibly good.

“Fuck Neteyam.” You whimper out and his fingers speed up their unrelenting attack, consistently hitting that sweet spot and thumb moving so quickly against that bundle of nerves it has your knees ready to buckle. “Shit, I-I need more.” You're whining against his neck now, head resting against his shoulder as he continues his assault and you can feel his chest rumble with the groan that leaves his lips.

“You want my cock baby? You want it real bad?” You can only imagine the pride on his face , but none of that matters right now, not when you really really do. So all you can do is nod as moans and groans slip from your lips at the thought.

“No, need to hear you say it. You had so much to say earlier ma , what happened?” It’s the smugness in his voice that leads you to fight against what he wants from you.

“Fuck you.” It’s practically a pant as you pull your head back from the crevice of his neck and rest it against the tree that has you sandwiched between Neteyam. Peering at him from your lidded eyes.

“Tsk tsk, not what I asked for.” He shakes his head and the small grin he wears is nothing but predatory. “You want to cum by my hands, you're gonna do what I say. " The pace he's picked up at the point is unforgiving, his fingers barely even thrust the tips simply rubbing against your most sensitive spot in a way that has you seeing stars and you can feel the coil in your stomach growing dangerously taut. But it's like he can see it on your face that you're growing close, and unfortunately he stands true to his words because as soon as you feel yourself about to teeter over the edge he stops. Leaving you withering against him.

“Nete-”

“Say it.” There's no room for negotiation in his tone, “Say it or you don’t get to cum and if you dont cum on my fingers first you sure as hell aren't getting my cock.”

It's almost pathetic how quick your resolve crumbles.

“I want you, please. Neteyam I want you please.”

“Say you need it.” Now he's just being mean cause he can.

“Fucking hell, need your cock so bad Neteyam, please.” Your breathing is ragged as you practically beg and he can hear the aggravation behind your voice.

“Not so hard is it, Tiyawn?” He quips as his fingers start to move again, thumb finding your clit as his index and middle continue the assault on the inside. And with you being so close prior it doesn’t take nearly anytime at all before your ether again, on the edge of complete euphoria just needing one last push. Push coming in the form of the third finger that ends up slamming into you, filling you up so completely and sending you crashing into waves of ecstasy. Hands finding his shoulders, nails leaving crescent marks in the blade of it as you ride your orgasm. Neteyam helps you through it, paying attention to your complete reaction while his fingered pump inside of you.

Sliding out once he's sure you’ve enjoyed the best of it,dropping your hip to your side, giving you one more openmouthed kiss before spinning you around leaving you to brace yourself on the tree that was once digging into your back. His hand finds the small of your back pushing you to be bent, arching subconsciously, readying yourself for what's to come.

You look over your shoulder just in time to see him rip the string of his tewng in a rush to move it out the way, letting his length spring up and hit his stomach.

To say that Neteyam was well endowed would be an understatement, youd heard rumors before but holy mother they didn’t do him justice. He made eye contact with you as he grabbed himself by the base getting ready to line himself up with your core.

“Like what you see?” And of course he’s cocky about this too. Neteyam raises a playful eyebrow.

“Thought you'd be bigger.” It's a lie, but you can't let his ego go unchecked. Though it doesn't seem too much as he simply sucks his teeth in response, letting a toothy grin spread across his face.

“Mhm, that’s why I can see you clenching at the sight of it then?” He retorts, still smiling as he moves, letting his tip slide between your lips, catching at your entrance. A move that has both of you shuddering in anticipation.

“Neteyam!” you whine out tired of waiting, pushing your ass back with a wiggle in anticipation and to hopefully get him to act sooner.

“Fuck, yeah okay i'm coming.” You can hear him mutter behind you. Properly lining himself this time before pushing in slowly, the girth of his head alone has you gasping for air. He’s slow to work himself in, not wanting to let his desperation for release lead to you being hurt. Eventually however he does bottom out and once he does the both of you let out sighs of relief. He gives you a moment to adjust before beginning to move, pulling back to grind back into you.

Usually this soft caring pace would leave you purring, but this is Neteyam and the fact that he just spent his time finger fucking you so good you see stars just to treat you like glass has you grinding your teeth in want for more.

“More.” You demand throwing a lust filled glare over your shoulder.

“Uvang, you feel so tight around me.” You're not even sure Neteyam heard you, his brows are pulled together and eyes scrunched in pleasure.

“Knalu Neteyam, harder!” You snap, punctuating your sentence by pushing back onto his cock which seems to break his trance.

“Eywa, why can't you let me enjoy this in peace?” His nostrils flare and eyes snap open boring into your own. Leaning forward he braces holds you by your shoulders. Sliding out till only his head is left inside of you before slamming back into you with enough strength to bruise. Switching from his heart shatteringly slow movement to thrusts that could shake Pandora itself. Thrusts that leave you gasping for air that's being knocked out of your lungs with every slam of his hips into yours.

“Oh Eywa! Neteyam fuck, yes!” Your moans are practically prayers as they fill the air around you, Not that he's being any quieter than you are. Moaning and groaning as he leans down to press wet kisses to your spine.

“Shit you feel so good Ma, fucking hell. Its like you were made to be wrapped around my cock, my perfect fucking pussy for the taking ain’t that right. ‘M gonna ruin you baby, mold this cunt to my cock. No one else could make you feel this good right Ma, c'mon tell me i'm right.” It’s hard to make out most of his rambles as he ruts into you like something feral, but you manage nonetheless.

“Fuck, yes Neteyam no one’s as good as you. No one could make me feel- oh my- feel half as good as you, shit!” You say back telling him whatever he wants to hear, telling him the truth. And it has him speeding up at which point you thought was impossible as he continues to ramble on and on about how good you feel around him against the skin of your back. One of his hands manage to find their way around your waist and to your clit, rubbing tight circles while his noises grow more animalistic by the minute and it has you fluttering around him causing him to twitch within you. The both of your peaks growing increasingly closer.

“I'm gonna cum, Net, fuck dont stop!” you warn him of your upcoming release and you can feel the way the knowledge fuels him, his grip on your shoulder tightening as he drills into you with fervor.

“Cum for me tiwan, wanna feel you cum around me, cmon.” He urges you on and soon enough it comes. Surginging through you like electricity, punctuated by a high pitched whine as your legs tremble. Neteyam fucking you through it fighting to hold off his own upcoming orgasm in lew of making sure you can enjoy yours to the fullest and soon enough you start to come down, the way you clench becoming softer and more spaced out as you begin to take deep breaths in order to ground yourself.

It only takes a few more pumps before the euphoria is hitting him like a splash of cold water and he’s quick to pull out and spill his seed on the curve of your ass and back, groaning your name slowly as he works his way through it.

Eventually you both restore enough air in your lungs to disconnect yourselves and get cleaned up. Finding a small and unoccupied pond to wash his essence of yourself along with the sweat you'd worked up along the way before slipping your clothes back on and helping him repair the string of his loincloth well enough that it would not fall off on his trek through the village.

Still once you're both clothed you both take a few moments to be together and fully grasp the fact of what this connection means for the both of you. It's then that you finally find the words you’d lost earlier.

“Why did tuk do it? Why did she connect us?” You ask, your eyes finding his in confusion.

“Our parents.” He starts, “ Sometimes they fight and sometimes when they do they perform tsaheylu. In order to better understand what the other is feeling. She thought it would help us ‘get along’” he finishes explaining and you can't help but laugh at the childlike innocence of it all.

“How sweet in theory I suppose.” You smile up at him stifling a few laughs.

“Yeah,” he chuckles, “Remind me to thank her when we get back.” At that you roll your eyes and smack him in the shoulder. “Hey!”

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wakeup01 · 10 months

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A Matching Pair

Goddammit. Why does he always have to argue about it. Can’t he ever put himself in my shoes and try and be more understanding.” I mumble to myself as my boyfriend fades out of sight down the empty train car. I sigh and stare out the window of the train, listening to the world outside shudder past.

“This space free?” Comes an excited voice, I look up to see a fit young guy casually drop onto the seat opposite me. He looked no older than 22 and was outfitted for some kind of sports game, with a designer tracksuit sagging off his hips, a red jersey that pressed against his lean stomach and a glossy puffer jacket.

“Uhhh…not really.” I remark, side-eying his trendy permed hair, perfectly styled and faded. I had never really understood the appeal of…‘fuckboys’; rich but devoid of personality - aside from the prepackaged one they adopt. In this case even I had to admit that he was rather attractive, in a blunt, dumb ‘grammer is for losers’ sort of way. There was a casual air of confidence in the way he carried himself, narcissistic? Sure, but maybe a little ego didn’t hurt, especially in the bedroom.

Shame he obviously wouldn’t be a sub - he’d look nice around my cock, although I can picture my boyfriend tripping over himself to placate his every whim. The perks of this ‘open relationship’ we had seemed increasingly one sided. Ugh. I’m quickly reminded of our argument, and my indignation wins out over my misguided lust.

“Mate, you look proper mad.” He chuckles, kicking off his trainers. He stretches out his legs and rests them on the seat next to mine.

“Name’s Dominic and I’m not….mad.” My voice trails off.

“Uh oh. Who is she then blud?” He gestures at me with his hands, rattling the horde of bracelets that buried his wrists.

“He.”

“Pftt. I should ‘av guessed. It’s all the same to me. I’m Trev ‘btw’. You off to the gay convention?” There’s a wry smile that is hard to be angry at, in fact I feel strangely comfortable with him. He seemed like a good listener.

“Funny, but yes. Meeting our friend Nate there.” I cross my arms in a futile attempt to appear more dominant.

“Wait, they have those now?” My eyes squint at him. “Just fucking with you. I got a game the next town over. I’m a player.”

“Wow, you don’t say.”

“Maybe you’ve seen me play on the tele eh?” He puts on a face and flashes his shiny white teeth proudly.

“Sure…” He was in a professional team? Like I’d know.

“So spill, what’s the issue with yuh ‘boy’? His ‘bussy’ too small?” My mouth begins to move before I really get the chance to think about what I’m saying, or why I’m telling him at all.

“Ugh. He just never tries to see things from my perspective, he always expects me to play the ‘top’. About everything. And I don’t share his weird kinks.”

“TMI. Oh. You’re the top? And your name is Dom? ‘Lolz’. Is your boy called SUBastian?” He laughs mischievously. His brazen use of text speech was strangely endearing, something I thought impossible.

“Dominic. And no, his name’s Addy.” I correct, flatly.

“Uh huh. Yeah, and have you tried the same? See things from Addy’s point of view. Find equal ground right. Maybe I can help. It’s like when there’s a disagreement in our footy team.”

“I don’t think it’s quite the same thing…”

“Should give it a try Dom, see how it feels to be the sub. It can be fun to let someone else take charge. Easy too when you don’t overthink it. Go on, just lay back and relax.” Yes, I’m sure this will solve all our problems. I humour him anyway, resting my back against the seat’s cushion. Ten seconds pass in silence, just the hum of the train carriage throbbing rhythmically.

“This is stupid-“

“Shush.” Trev stares at me intently, trapping my eyes into his own. I don’t think to look away, why would I. He continues talking, I hear the words floating past me but don’t register what they are. It feels like minutes until his fingers snap in front of his face, and the spell is broken. He just smiles and waits expectantly for me to reply. His legs move from the seat next to me and I follow their movement.

“I—I guess.” I stutter, unsure of what I’m replying to, feeling slightly dizzy, like waking from a dream. For some reason my eyes seem drawn to his feet, now resting on the edge of my own seat, fidgeting between my thighs. I didn’t notice that they were sockless before… or that they were so big.

“Deeper.” He snaps his fingers again. My eyes are feeling so heavy, it’s becoming harder to keep them open. “Picture your boy sitting in your place. See it in your head.” I think about him, see his dreamy smile, like the one growing on my face. “So easy.” Trev repeats, my head nodding absently to his words. He adjusts and pushes his feet against my groin. Hmmf. I should tell him to stop. To stop…

“Uhh.” The dull sound leaves my lips instead of the words I wanted, the rubbing sensation fraying the edges of my thoughts.

Trev’s fingers fiddle at his pockets. He pulls out a vape stick and blows a huge bubblegum flavoured cloud of smoke into my face. The fumes flow through my open mouth and circle my head. His hands appear to be moving in slow motion, like everything was suddenly at half speed.

“Being in charge is exhausting huh. Much better to just relax and follow along, like your boyfriend would.” Yeah, he would probably do whatever this guy asked him to.

“I bet he’d rub my feet If I told him to.”

“Yeah.” I agree, wrapping my hands around Trev’s chunky feet - he definitely would. I run my fingers up and down his sole, picturing my boyfriend in this situation.

“Eyes up here fam.”

*snap*

I look back up at him, falling into his stare once more, entranced. My hands continue to massage him, passing over the curves and arches of his large feet. The shame of doing this in a public place completely lost on me. “Good foot boy.” I fail to hold back a moan at the validation. Is this what it feels like? It feels…nice, good.

I sense my body start to slowly lean forward of its own volition. Trev loudly exhales, his lips pursing. Another dose of bubblegum mist fogs my view. “What else would your boy do?”

“Don’t know…”

“Bet he’d love to sniff my lush feet hm?”

Probably, I think. He was way more kinky than me about such things. This guy’s feet were quite ripe after all, maybe if I got a bit closer…no—no what am I doing? I begin to pull back when his intense eyes narrow at me.

“It’s okay. I can see you want to take a whiff too. Boy.” His inflection changed on the last word. There was something about the way he said it. Powerful.

“My—my boyfriend will be-“ My voice cracks.

“Put your fucking nose here. And sniff my cheesy feet.” He orders, accentuating each word, dropping all pretence - his finger snapping and pointing down.

It’s like a switch being pressed in my head. The words cut like a knife right through any lingering hesitation. My face lowers and inhales deeply, sucking up his harsh scent.

“Yeah.” I mumble from behind his feet in a daze.

“Yeah what?”

*snap snap*

“Yes sir.” I don’t know why I said it, it just slipped from my lips and then it was too late to take it back. Too late to stop, as my face leans down to his foot like a magnet. Too late to pretend I didn’t want a sniff, my nostrils breathing the thick musky air.

“A good start boy.” I tentatively take a couple more whiffs, a part of me still attempting to hold back, feeling self aware. He rolls his eyes and shoves his feet forcefully into my face, my nose pushed snugly between his big toe. His stench shrouds my head like a cloud. The concept of ‘disgusting’ faded to nothingness.

“Salt and vinegar flavour, your fav.” Trev asserts. It became true the moment the words left his lips. Salty and eye watering. My favourite. My cock liked it too apparently.

“You look so much better under me, worshiping me - where you belong. Keep going.” And I did. Breathing deeply, in and out. In and out. The heat from his foot radiates outwards, travelling down my body, seeping into my skin. “Wouldn’t your boy agree to be at my feet at all times If that’s what I wanted?” He—I would. I want nothing else.

“Of course sir.” I say, unaware that the words would seal my fate.

Something is changing. A shift in weight. My whole body starts to feel lighter, filling with air. My skin itches, a rash forming across it’s surface - bleaching every inch an even, clean white. The rash crawls down my chest, flattening my modest set of abs, leaving everything it touches incredibly soft, absorbent and flexible. Tiny strands of fuzzy cotton fabric poke out from each pore; the changes showed no sign of stopping.

Everything is happening all at once, alarms try and go off in my brain but it’s preoccupied swimming in a musky drunken stupor. My feet seem to leave the floor as my form inexplicably shrinks, the length of my arms folding inwards as my body simplifies.

“Look at you bruv. You were easy as fuck.” I gaze up at him, his smug face towering over me, looking so far away. A puff of vape smoke floats down towards me, particles dissolving on my cushioned skin. The sweet aroma mixes with the smell of his sour feet. “Just one look into my eyes and you were done. Get socked bro.”

Trev started to appear bigger and bigger, his feet dwarfing my new size, now taking up my whole view. It was like my essence was being pulled around his foot. My mouth opens and his toes slip effortlessly inside, stretching me out and making themselves at home. The rest of his foot follows, his ankle resting at my opening. It sets off my gag reflex momentarily, before feeling perfectly natural, like I was tailor made for his foot.

“Sorry bud, they’re a size 13.”

The taste of his potent sole explodes into me. I’m violently shaken out of my trance-like haze, the world around me speeds up. I try and desperately pull away, lucidity returning like a slap to the face. Why am I on the floor? Why is his foot in my mouth?! Oh shit oh shit!

“Get socked!” Trev yells enthusiastically. “Get fucking socked!”

Control is slipping away. My skin pulls taut around his foot, the fabric digging between his toes. It feels as though every part of me is pressed against him, his warmth surrounding me. My new shape settles into place, defined by his smooth curves.

I can’t move my ‘body’ at all, but all my senses still persist…somehow. My blurry vision clears, a sudden shift in view makes me disoriented. It’s as if I have a pov of the room from the bottom of Trev’s foot, he lowers it to the floor and my worldview erratically drops to carpet level before going dark. The material of the carpet brushes against me, the strange sensation is embarrassingly pleasing; bringing attention to the absence of my cock. Relief now seemed impossible.

“Socked. Man, I love that initial freshness. Tbh, it makes the inevitable even more fun.”

He pushes the weight of his foot into me, his sweaty soles sticking to my tight fabric body. It feels humiliating to be literally stuck on the ground. His stench clings to me, soaking me in his foot musk. The imprint of his toes yellowing my surface. It’s like having his foot down my throat, perpetually swallowing his mind numbing sweat.

“Mmm that’s good, you hang so tightly. A perfect fit. Hope you like sucking on my rank fucking toes. Cuz now you’re just my stinky ripe sock. Fucking idiot. Can’t wait to get you worn in.”

That’s not possible, I can’t be a sock…it defies logic. This is a nightmare I’m about to wake up from, any second now…any second…

He pulls at me and stretches my ribbed opening up and over his tracksuit, stuffing the silky material into me.

“So much more… pliable.” Trev wiggles his toes and my body conforms to it’s every movement, lodging in between each one. I try and desperately struggle, do something. I manage to achieve a light wriggle that only helps pull myself tighter against his skin.

Trev lifts his foot and points it towards the window, the dark night air rushing past outside. A clear reflection echoes back. I stare at it in disbelief, wanting to blink the reality from my eyes. A caricature of my shocked face is crudely printed on the underside of the sock - trapped frozen in time, with the word ‘SNIFF’ sewn into the fabric. The material was already beginning to discolour. Logic or not, That’s all I am now - a cheap white sock. His sock. An object.

“Basic as fuck boy makes basic as fuck sock. Lit.” He points out, smirking in the reflection while he checks out his new kit. Trev puts his feet back up on the seat, letting me watch the empty space where I had been sitting - back when I was more than just his property.

“Enjoy the view, while you can cheesy. You’re going to spend most of your time staring at the floor, or the inside of my fumigated sneaker.” What joy. I hadn’t even thought about that, about what comes next. Surely he didn’t plan to keep me like this? “Hmm. I think the name Dominic is a bit too fancy for you now, how about…sock. Simple, to the point.” Trev steps me back against the ground, his heel slightly raised. “Suits you, don’t you think sock?”

Light footsteps thud from down the carriage, getting closer and closer. “Hey babe. I wanted to apologise, Nate thinks—who are you? Umm where’s my boyfriend?” Addy had returned, this was my chance.

I wanted to shout and cry out to him, to get his attention anyway possible. I conjured a barely audible rustle and then nothing. All it did was reinforce how small and subservient I now felt, forced to listen to my owner in silence.

“Oh he’s not gone far, cutie. Sit.”

I hear my boyfriend stammer from above. All it took was one compliment and he turned to putty. In most cases it was endearing, but right now I needed him to be anything but agreeable.

I feel the weight on me shift. I glide through the air again, Addy’s expression coming into view across from me, from us.

“He’s…” Addy looks me over curiously.

“Yep. He got socked.”

“Gosh. That’s…hot.” His cheeks blush.

WHAAT! You’ve got to be kidding me! Damn, why did he have to be so kinky when I need him to rescue me. I can recognise his horny face a mile away.

“Now it’s your turn. Look at my eyes.” Trev’s voice taking on a more serious tone. Addy’s eyes dart up, quickly becoming ensnared by Trev’s hypnotic gaze. No, please snap out of it. “Good, keep looking. Relax. Let me give you the deets. In a few minutes you’re gonna have the privilege of having my foot up your arse, sucking up my sweat as a thin piece of fabric like your bf. You’ll be my sock puppet, controlled completely by my foot. You can already feel my toes pushing at your mind. You want it. Say it.” Trev waves me back and forth, hypnotically.

“But…mmm,”

“Say it.”

*snap*

“I — I want to be your smelly sock puppet. Pleaseee Master.” He moans in a trance.

“Course you do.” I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. Addy’s shorts were noticeably tenting, a wet spot forming at the tip. He was getting off on the idea! “Sock puppet. Look at your boy, read the word sewn into him. You know what to do.”

Addy’s head leans towards me, eclipsing my vision. His huge nose presses up against me, his eyes dilating. I can feel his wavering breath brush at my cotton skin. He did exactly what the sock - me, said to and sniffed. The hesitant whiffs quickly devolve into enthusiastic huffing.

“Babeee. Hmmf. You smell so niceee. Mmmm.”

“That’s an obedient sock sniffing sock puppet.” Trev assured him. ”Now onto the other one.” Addy moves away from my view, I can only see him shuffling at the edge of my narrow locked vision. “Ready to join him?”

“Yes masterrrr.” Addy’s voice slurs monotonously. “Enter me and take control. We’re both yours.” Like hell we are!

“I want you to lick this foot clean like a dirty dog before it becomes your new home.” I hear him start to slobber all over Trev. “Good puppet. Get socked.”

The sound of my boyfriend licking and moaning in heat continued for what felt like an eternity. There was nothing I could do but be suspended in the air like my owner deemed appropriate.

“It’s time to become a puppet. Turn around and spread that cute bubble butt. There we go, feel my foot enter your rear, filling you up, fucking your tiny brain. Ufff. Tight. Fuck. Let’s stretch you out, nice and wide. Ahh that’s better. Your hole clamping around my ankle. Yeah. Becoming soft and flexible. A sock puppet. A sweat guzzling, empty-headed, dirty filthy sock puppet.” I can just about see Addy’s head, craning back in pleasure as he’s foot fucked.

“Butt feels…Hnng my—my body…” Addy pants desperately.

“Now belongs to my fat fucking foot. SOCK. PUPPET.

“Pu—puppet.” Addy’s bobbing head pulls out of sight, compressing around the invader inside him.

“Sock puppet. Surrendered all free will. Sock puppet. Commanded by feet. What are you?”

“I’m a sock… a sock puppet. Mmmmf…I’m a soooommfff.”

His voice goes silent. I can only assume he’s turning into a perfect match for Trev’s other foot. The thought horrifies me, but also gets me a little excited. I glimpse a pristine white shape shudder next to me. Trev sits up and places both feet flat on the ground, in order to admire his new additions to the collection.

“Hell yeah. You two make the cutest pair. Glad I could help bring you ‘together’. And no more worries about disagreements ‘lmao’. Go on, kiss and make up.”

Trev bends his legs and points me at Addy’s new form, his lustful face captured on the socks sole; the word ‘LICK’ was immortalised above. I was for sniffing and he for licking, it made a bizarre kind of sense to my addled brain. He brings his feet together and rubs us both against each other, our ‘faces’ pressed closely. My mind blurs, the friction bringing searing white hot bliss. God it’s amazing. He was so soft! Please more. More! Babe. Don’t stop. Get socked!

Trev eventually pulls us apart, I watch the folds of Addy’s loose fabric pull taut, finalising his transformation. He made a cute sock, just like me. We were now on equal footing. Wait, what am I thinking? This is insane, I don’t want this! Was I stuck like this? Would it be really so bad? No, stop.

I realised that the smell was permeating my thoughts, twisting them. Knowing that didn’t change how good it felt, how good his touch felt, his musk.

“Don’t worry, when I go to replace you I’ll be sure to sell you on as a pair to one of my foot sluts. Let’s be honest, as socks go, you’re kinda ‘mid’ at best.” The comment did nothing to reassure me about turning back to human. “Man you gay nerds are so dumb, none of you can resist my scent. It’s like you want to be part of my fit. Even my sneaks gave more of a struggle than you two lovebirds. All I need now is some new undies to stretch over my ass and hug my fat dong and balls. Know anyone?” Trev pauses and then laughs to himself.

As each minute passed my mind became more subdued, it was relaxing, becoming content. The part that was angry, defiant, was shrinking. A bubbling happiness was slowly expanding within me. I did my best to push it back but with my senses overwhelmed, it was a seemingly losing battle. Addy was probably already loving every second of it.

“Let’s have some fun. Which one of you will make a good cum sock? Who am I kidding, you’ll both be great. But for now…”

He peels me free from his foot, holding me limply in the air. For a moment I feel incredibly empty, already missing his warmth. The disappointment is short lived; I’m quickly filled out as he pulls me over a stiff pole. His cock. His glorious thick shaft. I’m forced to swallow it whole, it’s tip poking at my edges.

With his hand around me he wanks me furiously, using me as sleeve. ‘Don’t enjoy it’, I shout internally. This sucks. This sucks! It’s hard to ignore the pleasure it brings the both of us. Oh god I’m being stretched out by him completely. It sucks. Sucks… this…mmm. Faster. Go faster! Fill me! Cum inside me, mark me as yours!

My sexy owners pumping reaches a crescendo, now with both hands thrusting me up and down. One final tug. A grunt. A twitch. Thick copious splooge unloads right into me, flooding my interior. His fuckboy seed is absorbed into me, my cotton body sucking up every drop. A dark patch spreads across me and crusts over as it dries. The bitter taste lingers, like the cum was sat on my tongue.

“Fuck me, that was sweet. But enough fun.” Trev pulls me off his dick and janks me back over his foot, his toes push against my cum stained dark spot, still damp.

Trev’s phone starts to ring with some loud trap song. “Trev. Yeah. Yeah mate. Course, you fucka. Be arriving soon. Mint, I got me some new gear too. Ace. Uh huh…K, chat tomorrow.”

What would have normally been inane babble to me made a concerning amount of sense, like his identity was somehow rubbing off on me.

He stands up, dragging something over to him with his other foot. I’m lifted high into the air, tauntingly hovering over his beat up shoe. I can’t help but look down at my future smelly prison. I don’t think my mind can take any more…

It didn’t help knowing that the sneaker was once a guy, now heavily used. It was like seeing a glimpse of my own fate. Mmmm.

“Let’s get you acquainted.”

I see the trainer hurtle towards me as I’m lowered to the floor. My edges slide effortlessly into the pungent confines of his sneaker, the thick stale air engulfing me. I’m pressed against the stained sole and squelch against it’s moist surface; the outline of his foot clearly indented into the material. My vision goes pitch black.

The stench is blasted at me from all sides. Fuck me. I don’t stand a chance against it, my mind is drowned beneath its waves. Sinking below as new, more simple desires emerge.

There’s a muffled sound of an announcement playing overhead. “Guess this is where we get off lads. I should probably warn you, me mates and I have a footie match tomorrow. And I don’t plan on removing you, after that I expect you won’t even want to be turned back. Not that I ever planned to. I’m sure you stinkheads don’t object? Sorted.”

I didn’t object, in fact, I— I think I was looking forward to it. My printed face would probably be completely yellow by the end of it, as it should. Mmm.

The weight of his foot lifts as I feel myself rise from the floor and then just as quickly I’m pushed back down to the ground. My boyfriend being subject to the same in tandem. A second later and it happens again and then again, each step the strength of his body squishes me against the shoes insole, which sticks to my surface. And each time, my brain is submerged in a pleasant sweaty haze, scattering whatever dim thoughts I had left. The weight flattening my mind to sodden mush. Rewarding me for fulfilling my role as his smelly, mindless sock, us both huffing at our owners beautiful addictive feet. Together.

“Maybe we should stop off at that gay convention first, see how many noses we can get pressed against you two while you get sucked dry. Plus, we could find that friend of yours to get wrapped around my big sweaty butt.”

Yeahhh…I bet Nate would make a perfect pair of fucking briefs.

#scally #transformation #socks #gay #inanimate tf

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moonpetrichors-blog · 2 years

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you're currently carrying 'avatar x reader' with your absolutely amazing works, so i have another request for you, love, if that's alright <33

no idea how to properly start this, but basically neteyam and y/n are a thing- and even though y/n is like super grateful for his protection, lately she's been feeling just like another of his many responsibilities, not a partner. so they grow a bit distant, to that point where even his family notices, and when they try to talk it out they get into an argument. pretty much angst (because i love it👹👹👹) !!!!!!!!!!!!! and it's totally up to you if it ends with fluff or angst. oh and i thought maybe it could take place when they arrive to the metkayina clan, because it would mean y/n left everything behind just for neteyam (and his amazing family ofc🤞🤞🤞), but the way he begun to treat her, makes her think she might regret that decision= more aNGST‼️‼️but that's up to you- whatever you're more comfortable with :)) okay, byeee!!! have a nice day!!!

(i'm @introvert-pansexual btw😧)

Not A Responsibility

Tags: Neteyam x Omaticaya!Reader, Oneshot, Fem!Reader, Angst, Fluff At The End (Not Really)

Warnings: Tiny Bit Toxic, Mentioned Jealousy

Ever since you left the Omaticaya clan for your boyfriend, you’ve felt suffocated by his overprotective nature. You’re his partner, not just another one of his responsibilities or trouble-seeking siblings. And it hurts, knowing that he treats you like you are less his mate than burden. You think you might regret leaving your home for him.

UR SO NICE OMG😭😭❤️❤️ I love every request I get HSJQISIWJ some days my brain is just poop cause i cant think up ideas so these are nice to get ☠️☠️ also yuh I kinda inferred that u switched accs bc i stalk my followers LMAOAOAO anywayss this deffo isnt my best work but ive been kinda tired lately so like sorry if its not that great 😭😭

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╭┈─────── ೄྀ࿐ ˊˎ-╰┈➤ ❝ [08/01/23] ❞

You and Neteyam have been dating. For a long time, actually.

You grew up together, and the tight friendship you built inevitably developed into feelings of attraction. You were anticipated to be mated to one another, and the Sully family cherished you.

Jake used to torment his son before you began dating. He'd make remarks about how you two reminded him of him and Neytiri, and how Neteyam had to entice you with the superb wooing genes he inherited from him. Neytiri would slap him on the back of the head and order him to be quiet. However, she couldn't argue with Jake's teasing. A lovely girl like yourself resembled a second daughter to her; if her son didn't put a ring on it, she would drag him by the ear.

You felt your throat constrict and your eyes burn with tears the day Neteyam informed you Jake was forcing his family to pick up and move. How were you supposed to just carry on and forget about your relationship?

You couldn't. As a result, you left with him. You would fly for a thousand days on an Ikran, cross vast oceans, and abandon your home a million times more for Neteyam and his family. Neteyam considered himself extremely fortunate to have you.

However, after finally settling in with the Metkayina, you began to sense a twinge of foreboding. You felt homesick, and you knew that relocating to a whole new clan would be difficult. Neteyam appeared to be taking it the hardest though, so you did not want to complain.

You noted how his shoulders tensed more frequently, or how he wore a faint grimace when alone. You were outsiders in this place, and they treated you as such. Neteyam couldn't help but be uptight whenever the olo'eyktan's son harassed his siblings, but he lost his composure when he sought to bother you.

Or, more accurately, flirted with you. Neteyam had a reputation for being a jealous boyfriend. You and his family were fully cognizant of this, but to the casual onlooker, he always appeared calm and collected. When Aonung penetrated your personal space, you recognized how Neteyam would surreptitiously linger nearby, or extended an arm around you. It drove him insane.

When he first started acting that way, you would coo at him and envelop him in your embrace while calling him sweet. You believed his protectiveness over you was adorable, and it was flattering to say the least. Neteyam, on the other hand, had nothing to be concerned about. You were solely interested in him.

...

Regardless of your unconditional affection, it seemed that the more Neteyam stayed in the Awa'atlu village, the more awful he grew.

Irrespective of Aonung's unwanted attention (which had long since faded), nothing made Neteyam happy anymore. When you tried to kiss him, he would either accept it reluctantly or brush you away. If you wished to spend time with him, he would acquiesce, but would eventually talk about his siblings or babysit. Nonetheless, he would be fiercely protective of where you went or what you did.

You couldn't condemn Neteyam for being nervous and tense all the time, but it seemed that no matter what difficulties you were encountering in your relationship, he began to treat you as if you were just another one of his trouble-making siblings. Another chore added to his long list of responsibilities.

Neteyam’s protection used to be charming, but it was now just smothering. It seemed like you were so distant from your boyfriend, yet also so close to him. You began feeling less like his partner, yet it also caused you to feel guilty when you were emotional in front of him. You knew you had no right to complain because you left the Omaticaya clan by your own volition. How could you grumble about it when your lover was enduring greater struggles?

This was a recipe for disaster.

...

You no longer felt comfortable communicating your concerns to your boyfriend. Each time you sought to bring up your reservations about how Neteyam was treating you, he was too preoccupied with his own life to give much heed to your conversation or relationship.

You eventually gave up on your efforts to work it out. If he were to behave distant from you, you would respond with the same energy. You two gradually drifted away, the gulf between you expanding by the day. Neteyam's family became quite alarmed when they noticed how seldom you two were interacting nowadays.

Jake and Neytiri encouraged Neteyam to try to spend some quality time with you again, and that he could set his other obligations aside. They'd maintain a close eye on their other children so Neteyam wouldn't have to fret about them.

He agreed begrudgingly, unable to say no to his parents. You were thrilled when he sought you out for a casual date, the first in a long time. There was a nagging whisper in the rear of your mind that gnawed at you, warning you he just wasn't the same, but you dismissed it. He'd come to find you, hadn't he?

...

You were deflated throughout the duration of your date. The longer time passed, the more you could feel the ominous mood rattling deep in your bones. During your time together, all Neteyam could think about was how much this move had stressed him out, and now he had to be concerned about paying you attention as well. It was apparent from his expression that he was not enjoying himself.

You couldn’t take it anymore.

You snapped at his indifferent attitude. “Can you stop zoning out and actually listen to me for once?”

If Neteyam was trying to fake a smile before, he definitely wasn’t anymore. “What do you mean? This whole entire date I’ve been only listening to you!”

You scoffed at this. His mind was in a whole other place for the entire duration of it. “You never have time for me anymore, and when you do, you act like I’m some burden on your to do list!”

Neteyam felt his blood go hot. Before he could stop himself, he began to yell. “It’s not my fault I can’t give you attention all the time! My parent’s are always putting pressure on me to make sure everyone’s looked after and well behaved, including you!”

Then, his voice dropped to a cruel whisper. “Do you think I wanted to go on this date?”

That was the juncture at which you felt so enraged that you couldn't prevent the tears from cascading down your flaming cheeks. Neteyam's countenance didn't alter in response to your outburst, which only served to make you angrier.

You practically screamed at him. “You’re such a dickhead! You’ve changed, Neteyam.” You began sobbing.

“The only reason I’m mad isn’t because you don’t give me enough attention, it’s because every time we’re together you completely neglect my feelings! You make everything about you!”

He remained still as you wiped your angry tears away, then jutted a finger against his chest. “For someone who acts like they’re always looking after everyone else, you’re so incredibly selfish with me.”

In the face of your harsh comments, Neteyam remained silent and unmoving. He was speechless; he didn't know what to say. The rage was still coursing through his veins, but all he could do was hearken to your never-ending shouts.

Your voice dropped an octave, and you glared into his eyes which you once looked so fondly into. “I’m not another responsibility of yours. I regret ever following you here. If I knew you’d turn out like this, I would’ve saved myself the heartache and found a new partner instead of leaving everything behind for someone that won’t even give me the time of day. You could at least try to act happy to be around me.”

That made his heart break, and he could feel the tears beginning to gather in his eyes too. He couldn’t believe you would have ever found it in you to say that to him. “Fine, do what you want. I tried to spend time with you, and you turned it into an argument.”

He pivoted on his heel, and stormed away from you on the threshold of tears. When he was far enough away, he let the tears flow.

Your voice carried from halfway across the beach. “Fine then, if you want me so bad, I guess I’ll go!”

You, too, turned your back on him and dashed away to find somewhere to cry privately. You felt like such a child.

...

It was growing dark, and eclipse was approaching.

You still hadn’t returned to the marui you shared with the Sully family, and Jake was beginning to get worried. “Where’s Y/N?”

That question was obviously directed towards Neteyam, but he remained sulking instead of replying.

Neytiri’s patience was thinning with her son’s out of character behavior. “That girl doesn’t know her way around the Awa’atlu village. She could be lost!”

Jake rubbed the bridge of his nose, glancing at the sky. He shared Neytiri’s sentiment, as his son still wasn’t talking. What the hell happened on your date?

Although Neteyam appeared furious, he was actually feeling quite guilty. Your reality check tugged at his heartstrings, and now you could be injured, or worse, lost, because he told you to be. He sprung from his seat and raced out the marui, unable to sit still any longer.

Jake's shouts for his son to return at that instant went unfulfilled. Even if Neteyam was angry with you, he was still afraid that something awful would happen, and he'd never forgive himself if it did.

Neteyam called your name as he ran throughout the village. However, no matter how much terrain he covered, or how many times he bellowed your name into the frigid night air, your voice did not respond. He was sweating nervously now, terrified about not being able to locate you. What if he never found you?

Those fears, however, were quickly dispelled into the wind whipping behind him as he hurried towards the sound of sniffling behind a nearby tree. Neteyam scratched the back of his neck, unsure what to do. As he drew near to your weeping figure, he stepped on and snapped a twig, capturing your attention.

You spun around to investigate the source of the noise, only to discover that it was your idiot boyfriend. Neteyam urged you to relax, then sighed and settled besides you.

Before you could protest against him taking a seat next to you, he hugged you tightly and apologized.

“I’m sorry. I’m the way I am right now because I don’t want anything bad happening to you, or my siblings. I can’t imagine ever losing you.”

You let your rage disappear, leaning into his embrace as he continued to talk.

“I know I’ve been a real idiot lately, and I’ll try to show up more in our relationship. My personal problems aren’t your fault.”

Your prior resentment faded as he brushed your tears away with his thumb, and you buried your face in his chest, allowing your arms to wrap around his midriff.

“I’m sorry for saying I wished I stayed behind and found someone new. That was a lie, I’d never be able to move on.”

Neteyam felt his chest tighten at your words, and merely hugged you tighter. “I’ll never hurt you again.”

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moutainrusing · 2 months

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slice of life

294 words, @wolfstarmicrofic

king moony & his memelords

[13:00]

prattail:

were’s ppl

padsfooty:

that grammar is atrocious delete before remus sees

skanky bitch can’t tolerate bad spelling

remoon:

stfu you’re the one with the trust fund and snob accent

padsfooty:

bitch don’t lie my accent is HOT

remoon:

that’s cap

you wrote that in caps

padsfooty:

you’re such a nerd

capitals are for EMPHASIS

remoon:

I am with the times no cap

the slang is on my side

padsfooty:

you dork

no fucking cap

remoon:

aw you went through the pains of writing in italics for me xx

padsfooty:

shove those kisses up your arse i only did it to get through your thick-ass skull

knucklehead

remoon:

yuh I’m tough like that

padsfooty:

you are literally a stick mate.

remoon:

gasp

body-shaming

padsfooty:

no but sometimes i’m scared you’ll snap in two

like a little twig in a little breeze

remoon:

I could beat you in an arm wrestle

padsfooty:

oh yeah? you’re on

[13:10]

padsfooty:

HA GOT YOU BEAAAAT

prattail:

r u textin… wile next 2 each uva?

prongski:

they are sitting w their thighs smushed together like they cannot be separated. they are sharing the same crisp packet. they are grinning at their phones like lovestruck losers.

prattail:

padsfooty:

@ prongski

prongski:

@ padsfooty

remoon:

Pete we’re in the blossom courtyard by the wall

and James gtfo from where you’re hiding

padsfooty:

yeah STALKER

prongski:

…that’s cap

padsfooty:

moonbitch you’ve created a monster!!!!

[14:00]

padsfooty:

btw remus idc what your body looks like i’ll always think you’re beautiful

remoon:

Sirius.

go to class.

[14:05]

remoon:

@ padsfooty btw Ithinkyourebeautifultoo

padsfooty:

shouldn’t you be in class.

[14:10]

padsfooty:

@ remoon you’re more beautiful

prongski:

SIMPS STFU WE’RE IN CLASS

prattail:

🧢

i hv a free :P

#marauders #remus lupin #sirius black #wolfstar #remus x sirius #microfiction #james potter #wolfstar microfic #peter pettigrew #modern marauders #alternate universe #text fic #texting

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euphoricfilter · 2 years

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Ahhh the two tae drabbles are so good! I love the writing style omgg. If your requests are open, can you do a drabble with yandere idol yoongi? Maybe similar to "open" in terms of smut. Manager reader who's his pet and a smut scene in his studio while he's working. Feel free to write what you want though!

𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲 𝐩𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐲:

pairing: yandere idol! yoongi x manager! reader

genre: smut || fluff

summary: when yoongi finally got his hands on you, he couldn’t wait to mould you into his pretty little pet

word count: 4k

tags/ warnings: slight yandere yoongi, mild fluff, mentions of death/ murder, briefly described violence, briefly mentioned animals eating a dead person, blood, smut in the forms of: dom! yoongi, sub! reader, mentioned male masturbation, oral (f. receiving- though only briefly mentioned/ m. receiving), collars, huge fucking praise kink, mildly bratty! reader, vaginal fingering, biting, scratching, reader has a slight oral fixation, degradation, big dick! yoongi, tummy bulge, dumbification, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, unprotected sex (this is fiction, don’t be stupid), creampie, cum play

notes: i feel like he isn’t yandere enough but he kills someone so yuh

request rules can be found here! || my masterlist

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Yoongi knew he wanted you the minute his eyes raked over your body when he’d reluctantly wandered into one of the Hybe meeting rooms, overzealous chatter unappealing for an early Tuesday morning when he was almost finished with his solo project.

The last thing he needed was hours of his life wasted when his inspiration was itching his brain. Flowery words ready to morph into black ink on plain paper. Forever stained with the hidden messages that only he’ll ever be able to understand. Little insights into his soul that will remain hidden between flashy lyrics and catchy beats.

It had been your first day on the job. Bright eyed and bushy tailed. Perfectly polite and ever so pretty, Yoongi couldn’t help but keep his eyes on you as you flitted between conversations. The room too loud that he hadn’t had the chance to hear your voice; though he assumes it would be the sweetest little melody, golden honey like voice soothing to his ears.

And maybe it was too soon to fantasise about what your moans would sound like, how he’d pluck them out of your like he did the notes of a guitar. How breathy they would be, perfect for the background vocals on an almost-complete song that he knew he wanted in the album. How he could tune your voice, pitches higher that usual as he rips orgasm after orgasm out of you with just his tongue.

You were so much younger than the rest of the new employees that wandered between groups of his band mates, but no less professional than all of them. Cute in the way you tried to establish a place among a group of conceited, middle-aged, snobbish new employees who clearly had no hope in your skills. Silently pushing you out of the group, laughs covered by hands and wary eyes veiled with mock concern for your well-being.

A new manager. He later found out when Namjoon had commented on you, how he was happy you didn’t seem all that pushy and nice enough to get along with; respecting his boundaries, along with the grating comment on your looks that Yoongi felt pick away at his patience. Because he knew you were pretty, so soft and delicate and he didn’t need Namjoon’s input when he never asked for it.

You were organised in the way that both Yoongi and Namjoon found stability in. And damn good at your job.

But you were Namjoon’s new manager. Not his.

The company had been doing well, having enough to higher a manager for each member rather than poor Sejin scrambling after 7 twenty somethings, 7 days a week. He’d been loyal, there from the minute they’d had their first debut stage, though he was growing older, had a family of his own now and maybe, it was his time to retreat a little from each of the boys’ lives; trusting a new team to oversee the group.

Each one now working like clockwork as you all settle into the new system.

You were too soft. Too pent on the praise of your superiors. Yoongi couldn’t believe you were a manager when he’d first asked Namjoon about you. But Yoongi wanted you. God, he wanted you so bad.

It had been easier than he’d expected to get his own manager changed with Namjoon’s, the nuisance that he had to deal with for a month, later being found limbless in a ditch far out of the city. His too touchy, hands all over his arms when he just needed space, messaging him at all hours of the day asking where he was, who he was with, fucking piece of shit manager; that he felt no remorse pulling apart like a butcher would a piece of meat, letting any wild animal chew on her greasy skin and gnaw on her bones to their hearts content.

It would have been a shame if he’d accidentally leaked something the company was trying to hide on social media, leaving it up quick enough for his dedicated fans to take a few too many screenshots. And what a shame it would be if those screenshots were to spread across the internet like wild fire.

That slight slip of tongue was all it took for you to now be his. The two sweaty faced management team members, who he never bothered learning the names of, practically kissing his feet as they beg him to keep his mouth shut. That you’ll be his in the morning, if only to give you 12 hours notice before you’re expected at Yoongi’s studio.

You hadn’t batted an eye when you’d been told you’d accidentally been assigned to the wrong idol; simply taking the news with your head held high and a polite smile to whoever the sleazy motherfucker was that oversaw your work. One Yoongi had his eyes on, he could see the way he’d tried to get a look up your skirt as you both wandered up the stairs.

The image of his dead corpse painting the stairs red as Yoongi blinks down at the two of you. And when he got 5 minutes to himself without the Hybe staff breathing down his neck because of his little outburst the day prior, he’d deal with the roach that dared take a peek at your panties.

“Ah— Mr. Min”

You don’t notice the awkward smile on your superiors face, eyes more focused on Yoongi who doesn’t dare look away from you. Keeping your eyes glued to his own as he tries to figure you out from the windows to your soul, swimming with unadulterated curiosity. Naive innocence ever so tempting as you rival a lion.

Your smile irks him. Not because you were happy. No, that makes his heart swell with something a little more possessive, a spark of happiness warming his numb heart. It irks him that countless other people would have been on the receiving end of that sunshine smile that shone rays of golden light over his languidly beating heart, dull thumping in his chest speeding up at the sight of your eyes on him.

“Fuck off” he tuts and you go to turn around with the greaseball, not seeming offended in the slightest as you hop down a step, “Ah ah, not you, Y/n”

Your feet stay glued to the floor at the call of your name, peering up at Yoongi from behind your lashes. Ever so long and pretty and it leaves the producer wondering what they would look like doused in his cum. Grey sweats doing nothing to hide the twitch of his cock as he feels it start to harden at the mere thought of you being so close to him.

You smelled good. Like fresh soap and something a little floral, though nothing too potent that it hurt his nose.

You were prettier close up. And Yoongi starts to scratch the image of you into his mind, every curve of your body he can see; fingers itching by his sides to grab onto any piece of exposed flesh he could see.

“This way” he turns, light pitter patter of your overly cute Mary Janes trailing behind him. Similar to a puppy he supposes. His puppy. His new, pretty, cute little puppy.

He notices you look away when he goes to type the passcode into his studio and his lips quirk up at that. Though you don’t notice, too focused on rocking on your heels to see his amusement.

“Sit” he motions behind him.

And you do. Taking a seat on the couch on the far side of his studio as he falls back into his rolling chair, cracking his neck before he gets back to work.

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It seemed the lines between who was in charge between the two of you had slowly started to blur over time. You followed Yoongi around. And he used your authority to his advantage. It was a perfect little arrangement the two of you had.

You never took charge. Letting him whisper what he wanted into your ear and you took it upon yourself to fulfil each and every wish he desired.

He thinks maybe it’s been almost two years since your little… arrangement had started.

He’d noticed your small quirks pretty early on. How easy it was to paint your cheeks ruby red with blush just by calling you ‘my good girl’, hands gently petting down your hair in the way he knows you like.

Watching as your thighs would clench, wondering if your panties had darkened with arousal. It was cute, how easily he could rile you up; really like an overexcited pet that couldn’t get enough of their owner.

You’d do anything for a little bit of praise and Yoongi found himself tugging at his cock on more than one occasion after you’d left for a meeting; your dusty pink cheeks spiking his arousal as you bite your lip each time he reminds you how good you are. And he thinks if you were to have a tail it would slap against the back of your thighs with how hard it would wag.

He hadn’t told you that his manager didn’t have to come to his studio at least once a day for ‘check-ins”. Didn’t tell you that you really didn’t need to wander after him like a pretty little pet as he goes between his and Namjoon’s studio. How you didn’t have to sit on the couch like a spoilt puppy as he works on a new song. Feeding you little sweets every so often for sitting pretty and not saying a word.

But you did do all of that.

Because Yoongi expected you to.

He’d heard a few of your co-workers commenting on how much work you did for Yoongi. That you weren’t supposed to be the one to get his lunch nor remind him to eat dinner otherwise he’ll just forget. That you spent too much time in his studio alone, and the company would start to get suspicious and accuse you of things you weren’t doing.

But what they didn’t know was that he’d made sure you place by his side was permanent, empty threats enough for the company to bow at his feet like he were royalty. He’d toyed with the idea of you quitting your job, merely being his pretty pet that could rut against his leg while he worked, but your position gave him the perfect excuse for you to remain by his side almost all hours of the day.

“Come here, baby” he spins to face you in his chair, watching as you fidget; a nervous habit he’d picked up on.

You stand between Yoongi’s legs, squeaking as he tugs you closer by the backs of your thighs.

“Everything okay?” he muses, watching as you swiftly nod. Flustered that he was able to utter such an intimate pet name for you as if it were really your own.

“Yes” you whisper and Yoongi nods.

“I have a gift for you” he tells you, watching as you perk up at that. Eyes shooting to meet his own, he smiles, a little reassurance that he was being genuine.

“A gift?” you ask, rocking on your heels, bottom lip tugged between your teeth.

“For being so good to me, I thought I’d treat you, baby” he pushes himself back, tugging open one of the drawers below his desk.

You tilt your head, watching as he pulls a pink gift box into his lap; velvety bow keeping the box shut.

“What is it?” you stare down at the box, and Yoongi thinks he can see you start to vibrate with excitement.

“Guess you’ll have to open it”

You fall to your knees, Yoongi smiling as he hands you the prettily wrapped gift. He stares down at you from where he’s sat, wondering just how perfect you really were. Sat on your knees between his thighs, his fingers itching to tug on your hair. Pulling your face closer until you were kissing his cock over the thin fabric of his slacks.

He watches as you gently tug the ribbon, eager fingers lifting the top of the box. You pause, blinking at Yoongi’s gift before you look up at him.

“Don’t you like it, pretty?” he asks, “I could get you another colour if you’d like?”

“No!” you slap a hand over your mouth, eyes wide at your own outburst, “No, It’s very pretty Yoongi. But what is it for?” you chew on the inside of your cheek, your exciting fizzling to nerves.

“It’s a collar”

“I know that” you nod, “But I don’t have a dog”

Yoongi’s head tips back, gruff laugh bubbling up his throat. And he thinks maybe that had been the first time in years that he had genuinely laughed.

“I know, baby. It’s not for a dog. It’s yours”

Your head tilts in confusion, eyebrows furrowing.

“Mine?” you glance down at collar, the prettiest shade of pink. Your eyes catch sight of the pendent, delicate little heart with your initials engraved into the metal.

“Mmhmm” Yoongi hums, “My good girl, yeah?”

You nod. Eyes wide as you stare up at Yoongi like he held all the answers in the world.

“Come here then” his fingers lace into your hair, tugging you across the floor so you were further between his legs.

You stare up at Yoongi expectantly and he wants to shove his cock so far down your throat you choke on it.

He pulls the collar from the box, unclipping the back, “Hair up” he instructs, and you do so.

He tucks two fingers between the leather and your neck, tugging on it lightly to make sure your new collar wasn’t too tight.

“Oh” Yoongi croons, “my pretty little pet. How perfect you are” he pulls you closer so your cheek rests on his thigh.

You stare up at him, opening your mouth to say something, only Yoongi shoves two fingers into your mouth, so far down your throat you cough.

“Pretty puppies don’t talk” he brushes your hair from your forehead. Leaning down you press a gentle kiss between your eyebrows.

Your lips close around his fingers, eyes glazing over with what he can only assume to be pure lust and want as he thrusts them into your mouth.

“You like that?” he hums, “Of course you would”

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“Collar off” Yoongi pushes himself from his chair. Cracking his neck as he wanders towards you, slouched on the couch.

“No” you shake your head, fingers clasping around the worn leather.

“Excuse me?” he scoffs, eyes narrowing. A challenge to refuse him again.

“Collar off, doll. We’re going to eat, I know you haven’t had anything all day”

He watches your fingers wrap tighter around your collar. Mirth swimming behind his eyes at your eager display of displeasure. He’d noticed your collar had become like a safety blanket, the comforting weight around your neck always seeming to ease your anxieties.

He remembers the morning you’d stumbled into his studio, forgetting his morning kiss on the cheek as you’d scrambled to his drawers, eyes red-rimmed as you’d clipped your collar around your neck. Only then it seemed you’d been able to breathe a sigh of relief, before you’d slouched by Yoongi’s feet and suckled on the head of his cock until you were forced to attended a weekly briefing about the band’s schedule.

“Why can’t I wear it outside?” you peer up at him through your lashes, eyes wide in the way you knew Yoongi couldn’t resist.

“If you want everyone knowing you belong to me, fine. Keep it on” he drawls, “But don’t you dare start acting like a brat around me, baby”

You watch him kneel on the other end of the couch, and you crawl over his lap. His hands smooth other your back, fingers dipping past the waist of your pants, grazing over the lace that lined your panties.

“Feel empty, Yoonie” you wriggle, trying to get any sort of friction to alleviate the ache in your cunt.

“Yeah?” he hums and you nod, pitiful in your attempts to please yourself, “What do you want me to do about that?”

“Help” you snivel, crocodile tears coating your cheeks, and Yoongi thinks maybe he’d spoilt you a little too much.

He feels his cock twitch, head falling back as he groans, watching as you tilt your head to meet his gaze, cheeks shiny with saline tears.

He tugs your pants over your ass, panties damp with your arousal as he runs a finger over your covered folds. He pushes the crotch of your underwear to the side, index finger pushing into your hole.

He feels your walls pulsate around his finger, easing a second one into your without so much as a warning before he starts thrusting them into you.

Cute little whines tumble off your tongue in quick succession as you buck your hips to meet his thrust.

Yoongi’s thumb gathers a wad of your slick before he circles your clit, mean as he flicks it with each quick thrust of his fingers nudging against your g-spot.

He feels your thighs start to shake as your shove your own fingers into your mouth, tongue laving them up in saliva like you would a cock; and Yoongi starts to feel his patience waning thin at the sight of your drooling down your chin like his dumb little puppy.

“Gonna cum for me, pet?” he croons, crooking his fingers just the way he know will make you see stars.

Your eyes squeeze shut, breathy little moans accompanied by the lewd squelching of your sodden pussy as Yoongi picks up his pace.

“Wanna cum, please” you choke out, muffled behind your fingers as you other hand grasps onto the loose material of Yoongi’s sweatpants.

“Cum then”

Your thighs clamp shut as you cum, Yoongi undeterred as he continues to flick at your clit, helping you ride out your high. His fingers remain knuckle deep inside of you, thighs still quivering at the aftershock of your orgasm.

“Ready for my cock now, darling?” he pulls his fingers from your slicked walls.

Your breaths come out stuttered, head nodding gently as Yoongi pulls you up from underneath your arms.

You fall to your back on the couch, watching as Yoongi pulls his shirt over his head, pants coming off straight after. He tugs your own clothes off, thrown somewhere on the studio floor.

The producer pulls your thighs apart, groaning at the sight of your glistening folds, creamy cum painting the inside of your thighs.

You watch Yoongi as he tugs at his cock, throaty groan spilling off his lips before he pushes the head of his length through your slit. Gathering up your slick, hand lubing his cock up with your arousal.

The producer doesn’t give you any warning before he’s pushing into you, cockhead facing a little resistance from your tight walls before the rest of his cock is enveloped in your warm heat. Two fingers never had been enough to prep you for him, but if the new wad of slick was anything to go by, you always did seem to like the pleasure accompanied by that delicious lick of pain.

He gentle thrusts to the hilt, thighs flush with the back of your own as he almost bends you in half, basking in the pleasure of your walls rhythmically clenching around his cock before he pulls out to the tip.

Your arms wrap around the producers neck, mouth falling open as he rams his cock back into you, relentless as he starts his onslaught of thrusts.

You thank your lucky stars Yoongi’s studio was soundproof otherwise you may have been a little more reserved with the borderline pornographic moans that dripped off your tongue, sweet like nectar that Yoongi drinks down as he presses his lips together in a bruising kiss.

Your fingers dig into the skin of Yoongi’s back, pleasure written in the marks on his skin, maybe your own fucked up lyrics that would remain on the blank canvas of his back for the next few days, incoherent words that expressed the absolute bliss you were feeling, tumbling so close to another orgasm.

Yoongi leans down, and your head falls into the crook of his neck, hot breath fanning his bare skin as his hips continue to snap forwards, your own body chasing after Yoongi each time he pulls out, only to shove his cock as far back into your as he can.

Your teeth snap shut around his shoulder, metallic taste coating your tongue. And you think you hear Yoongi curse under his breath, ears to muffled with your impending orgasm that you smile up at him when he harshly tugs your face from the crevice between his neck and shoulder.

“You dumb fucking puppy, what did I tell you about biting?” he snaps, though you only reply with a dopey smile as Yoongi’s thrusts slow down, though the force of his cock ramming into you is no less hard.

“You really are a stupid little mutt. Who only ever has my cock on their mind, huh” he huffs out a laugh.

His hands fall around your waist, Yoongi’s pelvis brushing against your clit with every thrust he takes.

A low groan mixes with your staccato of whiney little “ah ahs”

“Fucking cunt is so small I can see myself fucking you” Yoongi laughs, hand meanly pushing down on the little bulge in your stomach each time he fully sheathes himself inside of you.

“Look, you dumb pet” he tugs your head down by the front of your collar, thrusts slowing down.

Your eyes land on the little distension Yoongi’s massive cock makes as the head punches up into your stomach. The thought of Yoongi having to rearrange your guts just to fit his cock into your pussy, paired with the final brush of his pelvis against your sensitive clit is all it takes for you to fall over the precipice of your orgasm.

Your thighs clamp shut, high pitched moan wracking up your throat as Yoongi helps you ride out your high, hands pushing your legs open wider as he continues to snap his hips forwards.

“Too much” you cry as Yoongi continues to thrust into you, no remorse for your cries he chases his own high.

His hands skim over the bulge of his cock in your stomach, head falling back as he feels himself push down on your stomach.

You feel his cock twitch, pitiful tears cascading down your cheeks as Yoongi starts to flick at your clit , your hands trying to push him away from your pussy; too sensitive but the pleasure all too tempting at once.

“Cum again with me” his thrusts become sloppy, less calculated as he reaches his peak. His hips snap into you one more time, pushing himself as far in as he can go before he paints your walls white. Your own orgasm shaking through your body as you feel him fill you with thick cum.

Your thighs continue to shake, shoulders quivering as you continue to snivel, hand held over your cunt where Yoongi keeps himself buried inside of you.

He gently thrusts into you again, making sure his cum is as far inside of you as possible before he starts to pull out.

You protest, croaky little ‘no, inside, inside, stay’ accompanied by a shaky whine as you try and grab onto his nearing flaccid dick, hating the feeling of being empty so soon after being stuff full of his girthy length.

Thick rivulets of Yoongi and your own cum leak from your hole, clenching around nothing pitifully.

Yoongi picks up the mixture of your combined arousal on the tip of his cock before pushing back into you. Watching your mouth falls open, arousal struck smile pulling onto your lips as he gently circles your clit with his thumb.

“Gotta go eat, puppy” he reminds you.

“Inside, Yoonie. Inside” you tug him closer to you with your thighs around his hips, breath hitching as his slowly hardening cock pushes back into your sloppy cunt.

“My stupid baby” he muses, pushing your hair from your forehead, “Never have to take the collar off if you don’t want to”

You smile at that, hips rolling upwards, ambrosian arousal too good to let up on as you slowly work yourself up to another high.

“Always my pretty puppy, yeah?” he asks you, tracing the worn edges of your collar. He had thoughts on buying you a new one soon, though he thinks you’ll throw a temper tantrum, too attached to the grimy pink one you’d now had for years.

“Pretty puppy” is all you manage before your arms are tightly wrapping around Yoongi’s neck, tongue laving up at the bite mark on his shoulder, a silent apology as he flicks your clit; your body shaking as you’re pushed into your nth orgasm of the evening.

“The prettiest” Yoongi agrees.

#bts fanfic #bts fluff #bts smut #bts angst #yoongi imagine #yoongi x reader #yoongi fic #bts fic #bts yoongi #bts yandere #yandere yoongi #bts au fanfic #bts requests #bts x reader #pretty puppy #yoongi x y/n

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anarchiii · 4 months

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The Shadowsinger’s lover-2 —ACOTAR AU

Part two | warnings: mild language, brief mentions of a lap dance.., little bit of angst? Sibling’s being sibling’s| Azriel x Rhys!sister

Summary; Rhys’ sister comes home, finally, and the the new members of the inner circle are surprised to learn that she (we are gonna call her ‘Selene’) and Azriel are Mates and have been for over two hundred years.

Note: this is an AU it’s not in the books

Masterlist / Series Masterlist

Selene’s POV

“This is absurd, I should be allowed to see my own brother!” She hissed at Cassian.

“I totally get that but Rhys said not to come into his office for the next half hour, you may be his sister but he is high lord and you obey his orders, blood relatives don’t get a pass” The general snapped back. She should be intimidated by him and his tone of voice but she couldn’t take him seriously with his hands on his hips. Lord of bloodshed her ass, “that’s it, get your ass outa’ my way,”

What could possibly be so important that his sister who he hasn’t seen in sixty five years, not see?

She shoved Cassian out of her way, ignoring the fact that he was her general and could shred her to pieces with his own hands if he felt the need to, once she had successfully shoved the Illriyan brute from where he was standing in front of the doors which led directly to Rhysand’s study. She grabbed the silver handle and flung it open. But the second she did that she immediately regretted it, because she had a clear view of where he brother was getting a lap dance from a brown haired woman, Rhysand’s head flew into her direction, confused and embarrassed eyes met her own, the brunette’s head swung in her direction and she got a clear view of the beauty, her eyes a blue-ish grey colour. One she didn’t see often.

Selene’s cheeks turned a beet red, oh gods, she was going to be sick from the sight, she did not need to see that, she swiftly turned around and met Cassian’s amused gaze. before she had time to snap at him she was running out of the study and down the hallway. She couldn’t get the sight out of her head, she knew this was a permanent scar that’d haunt her forever.

Well, that’s one way to see your brother again after sixty five years, not the way she’d expected, listen to Cassian next time, got it.

“Selene, wait up!”

“No thank you, Rhysand, I’m now permanently scarred!” She said.

Before she had time to react, her brother grabbed her elbow and turned her around to face him, he put both his hands on her cheeks to stop any movement, “stop being melodramatic. You know how many times I’ve walked in on you and Azriel? A lot. Now give me a hug you drama queen,”

She rolled her eyes at him, yes, he had walked in on her and her mate but they were always under the covers, Rhysand and his mate—she presumed—were not. And Selene couldn’t believe he had the audacity to say she was dramatic when he literally invented the word, what a hypocrite.

“You take that back.”

“I didn’t even say anything!” She shrieked.

“But you implied it!”

“Nuh uh!” Selene defended.

“Yuh huh!”

She opened her mouth to say another ‘nuh uh’ but Rhysand pulled her into his chest so she couldn’t say anything, it was probably the smartest choice, back when they were kids, they’d just be saying ‘nuh uh’ and ‘yuh huh’ back and forth for minutes on end before their mother would have to yell at them to stop. They’d never even know why and what they were arguing about. Ah, the joys of being a kid, no worries, no responsibilities, just having fun. It’s a shame it’s not like that anymore.

“Hey you there?” Rhysand questioned.

“Yeah, just thinking about things”

“My sister” he said with a smile, “her head always up in the clouds” she smiled back at him, she wouldn’t admit it to him but she had missed him, horribly, not as much as her mate, of course. But she’d still missed him. He was her only remaining blood relative. And she didn’t particularly want to lose another, especially not him.

“I’ve missed you too, sis.”

She looked up at him, their eyes were identical, their hair was to, though Selene had an addiction to dyeing her hair, it was white right now with her natural roots showing. Midnight black. Like her brother’s, her mother always joked that they were twins, it wasn’t true though, if one didn’t know the age difference they would assume they were twins. Rhysand was six years older than her. He liked to make sure she knew that as-well. Though, she equally reminded him that she was their parent’s favourite, much to his dismay.

“I’m never letting you leave my side again, you hear me?”

“Don’t start with that bullshit, Azriel didn’t even bother saying that because he knows he doesn’t stand a chance, you better learn that to, mister.” She snapped back.

“Yeah, yeah” Her brother said back with that signature smirk he always did when he tried to rile her up. And damn her, it was working. “If you don’t wipe that smirk off your face in the next ten seconds I’m going to drop you on your ass.” She gave the most withering stare that she could muster, “come at me then.”

For the next five minutes, Rhysand and his sister fought like lions till Azriel pulled them apart, while they were fighting, they managed to crack a window and break a three hundred year old vase that had been a gift to his father. That earned her brother a scolding from his mate Feyre, —she’d learned that was her name—much to Selene’s delight. It reminded her of when they had been fighting when they were kids and the High lord had tripped her, causing him to be scolded at by their mother, she’d been smiling while she’d watched it happen. That had caused them to get into another fight, good times.

She smiled at the memory, which made Rhys snap at her, “what the Hel are you smiling about?” “You, I’m smiling at you.” He stuck his tongue out and she returned the gesture, Feyre and Azriel sighed at them both at the same time. They had no idea what they were in for.

The End.

-Taglist;

@daycourtofficial

@illyrianbitch

@milswrites

@itsswritten

@azrielslittleslut

@utterlyotterlyx

@thehighladywrites

@flickering-chandelier

#fantasy #sjm universe #books #sarah j maas #acotar #a court of thorns and roses #azriel shadowsinger #sarah j mass #azriel x reader #rhys sister #feyre acotar #sjm #sjmass #sjm books

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frenchiefitzhere · 5 months

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happy mother's day, redacted fandom

it has come to my attention that there is a fresh new crop of redactlings out there who perhaps did not know that someone has been masquerading as mrs. milo's mom

that someone is me

you are under no obligation to recognize me as anything (and to be very clear, neither is erik!) i'm a fan like anybody else, but I have provided this content for you as my humble offering in the form of a series of audio fics, some short, some full-length, some ridiculous, some serious, all marie

(I didn't set out to do this much...it just kind of happened and then snowballed)

There's a lot of overlap in these links, but I'm including everything in case there's something you missed: AO3 series: Marie Audio Fics [must be logged in to view]

YouTube playlist: Audio Fanfiction

Marie Audio Headcanons/Mini-fics

Marie and Aggro bonding (audio HC; fluff)

Marie and Aggro bonding part 2 (audio HC; fluff)

Marie leaves Milo a voicemail (audio HC; humor)

One-sided phone call: Marie at the lakehouse (audio HC; humor)

Marie leaves Sam a voicemail (audio HC; humor)

One-sided phone call: Marie takes a midnight phone call from Milo (audio HC; humor)

Flashback: Marie leaves Milo a voicemail in 2016 (audio HC; fluff; origin story)

An October Birthday Message from Marie (audio HC/ficlet; fluff)

One-sided phone call: A Thank You Call from Marie to Asher (audio HC/ficlet; fluff/humor)

"The Caelum Call" (audio HC/ficlet; fluff/humor)

One-sided phone call: A Pack-a-versary Phone Calle from Marie to Milo (audio HC/ficlet)

Voicemail: The Lasagna of Vengeance (audio HC/ficlet; humor)

One-sided phone call: Marie calls Asher's Mom [2017] (audio HC/ficlet; angst)

One-sided phone call: Checking in with the Groomzilla (audio HC/ficlet; fluff)

One-sided phone call: Milo Tells Marie the Big News (audio ficlet; humor/shitpost)

Collaborations (Audio Fics)

Overhearing New Moms (by/with @starlitangels)

Marie Has Home Video for Your Mate (by/with @starlitangels)

#redacted marie #redacted mother's day #redacted fanfiction #it's been a minute #redacted audio

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konaanaria13 · 3 months

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No Matter What

Rosekiller

I was just like... Barty and Evan probably took years to get to it and like admit it but until then they we're unintentionaly already in Love so yuh

Warnings: Gays, saddness

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Evan Rosier never even thought of dying, it seemed funny if he was honest, to imagine how his lifeless body was strained somewhere with no one to think of him, bullshit.

Because Evan was never alone, since birth he had his Twin by his side Pandora being the light of his life, and then his best friend ran into his life or well rather over his life.

Barty Crouch Jr. Liked to scream, he started the second his Father tried to dissmiss him and wouldn't stop until he got everything he ever wanted.

Because Barty was always alone, he often thought of himself dead, strained somewhere where no one even could find him.

Interestingly enough both sat in silence as the question was asked, the 16 year old's staring into space, their knees touching under the table, Barty's tattoed hand tapping against Evan's seat.

For a second Barty closer his eyes, imagining a sunny beach, the warmth of the sun glazing his skin as he looker up toward the sky.

He could Imagine it he noticed, he could imagine a cottage, on a rocky beach that got sandy when you walked toward it, warm summer rain that would wake them.

Them, because it was never just him he imagined. Sometimes he imagined Regulus and Pandora, Dorcas as well but it was always Evan who woke up beside him, it was always the crazy blond boy that had him wrapped around a finger.

Because since he first met Evan on the train he never imagined something without him in it.

Evan looked over to the Black haired boy watching as he day dreamt through the question non of them listening to the answers the other Student explained.

"What are you thinking about?" Evan asked pushing his leg into Barty's.

"Eh Hookers mostly why'?" Barty grinned opening his eyes to look at Evan.

"Oh so Prostitutes are the new hobby? Didn't know you had those Plans Jr." Evan laughed as Barty rolled his eyes, he watched softly as Barty ran his hand through his hair, then rubbed his face his fingers lingering by his lip's, the skin beneath his fingertips itching.

"Mate you literally are a Whore don't know who your talking off" Barty propped his head up on his arm, looking at Evan, from the window behind the blond sunlight streamed in, the evening sun golden as it hit Evan's skin from behind, using Evan as a shield he watched in awe as the sun turned his Friend into a saint.

Evan didn't seem to notice his Friend staring as he laughed the comment off.

"Mr Rosier?" The room fell silent as Evan lifted his head to see his Teacher.

"Yes?" He asked in actual Confusion making Barty snort out a loud laugh and the other's giggle softly.

"Your death? How do you imagine yourself dying?" Evan stared at Proffesor Binns not sure how to answer said Question, Barty nudged him and he jerked a little before caughing to clear his throat.

"Probably get like mauled to death by a bear or something" Evan joked grinning from ear to ear he looks down at Barty who is still proped up on the table laughing out loud and admiering his view.

"Ah What about you Mr Crouch" Barty cringed internaly at the name, sitting up straight he brough his leg up on his seat leaning on his knee he stared at Proffesor Binn's with a death stare.

"Ain't thought about it before but probably gonna get beaten dead by my Father when he finds out I like to suck Cock" Girls muffled their laugh, boys gagged while laughing, Regulus rolled his eyes in the front glancing back at his Friends, Pandora laughed loudly turning toward Barty and showing him two thumbs ups.

Evan swallowed the lump in his throat, wrapped his arm over Barty's shoulder and ruffled his hair.

"Detention. Both of you. Out." Proffesor Binn was fuming but it only made the two laugh more, pushing each other of their seats.

Evan grabbed their bags while Barty took care of their notebooks.

They waved at Regulus who lifted his middle finger grinning, Regulus groaned internally, he admiared both of them, Barty who was ready to take down the fucking Ministry just so he didn't have to talk to his Father and Evan who once burned down one of the Classrooms for Runes because he didn't have his homework.

Pandora found them the dumbest people she has ever met not only because of how stupid they acted but also because of how oblivious they we're.

The sun was shining, reflecting it's light on the lake, Barty had layed out his cloak on the ground, fresh grass surrounding them, beside him Evan was halfway asleep, his wand lazy in his hand whispering spells practising them on branches above their head, sunlight streamed through the trees, warming their skin, Barty took a drag out of his Fag, the smoke dissolving in the air, the smell filling his nostrills as he watched Evan's hand move through the air's, veins covering the white skin, a small scar under his thumb, another one on his middle finger, several small –barely visible– stars tattoed on his pinky and ring finger.

"So? Didn't know you came out already?" Evan's voice was barely a whisper, his tone soft and caring, his eyes searching for Barty's.

Barty Propped himself up on his elbow looking down at Evan while laying on his side.

"Thought you had noticed when I would stare at you after Quidditch, Love" Barty joked to which Evan rolled his eyes, scoffing he looked up, watching the leaves move in the wind.

"Why you down?" Barty asked, reaching out he turned Evans face toward his his fingers lingering on Evan's skin.

"Just- ah nothing Forget it" Evan Blinked against the sun, fighting the urge to stare into Barty's eyes, most people thought Barty had black eyes, dark brown at most but Evan could see the blue in them, simething shimmering between the darkness sparkeling whenever Barty smiled at him.

"Tell me" Barty shoved his friend, softly his finger's grabbing onto the white fabrik, the material felt soft between his fingers.

"Forget it!" Evan reached out and took the Cigarette out of Barty's hand bringing the filter to his mouth he took a deep drag while looking at barty.

Barty's skin was shimmering in a light brown, the sun already long enough on him during Quidditch that it had darkned him, Evan admierd him for having such deep color he hated the way his skin burned immidiatly, hated the way he blushed immidiatly when Barty's skin brushed against his. Hated how he basically glowed in pictures.

The Fag was still in between the blonds finger's as he reachead out and softly grazed Barty's cheek, Barty who forgot how to breath watched in a trance as Evan's eyes followed his own movement, following his own fingers he didn't see the way Barty was almost suffocating not wanting to move so that Evan wouldn't stop.

Evan had to remind himself to breath aswell, almost as if his heart had stopped beating the feeling of Barty's skin on his was addictive, they had always been close, they're fingers finding each other, Barty's fingers rushing to take Evan's, Evan's arm wrapping around Barty's waist, they're bodies against each other during christmas it was all always so natural.

But now it seemee different, since last september Barty had looked diffrent Evan thought. He had gained more muscle, more charm aswell, the Tattoo's across his body had multiplied the amount of cigarettes he smoked aswell.

And somehow had Barty changed the way he talked, his accent had shifted, he talked loose as if no one was listening, sometimes Evan was scared Barty forgot that he was present, maybe if Evan would change his hair or put a diffrent shirt on Barty would look at him more, maybe then he would stop commenting about how Jasmines ass looked in that skirt or how he liked her hair. Because Evan didn't care about Jas he didn't care how she walked or talked and he definetly didn't care about her fucking hair.

Barty watched as Evan lost himself in his own world, staring into nothing the blue shade of his eyes looked transparent, softly he reached toward Evans hand that had paused milimeters away from his face not quiet touching him.

His fingers grazed Evan's, softly slipping through them Evan's bruised knuckles soft against Barty's palm. Barty pushed Evans hand toward his mouth and took a drag out of his Cigarette.

Meanwhile Evans eyes had snapped toward Barty's, Barty had tilted his head watching a little amused as the smoke escaped his mouth again.

Barty wanted to kiss Evan since 3rd year, after quidditch practise when Evan was still joggif around hype on energy, when Barty had forgotten to pay attention and tripped, right into Evan who had yelped crashing on the ground, Barty had fallen on top of the blond and the groulsome sound of something breaking went through the hall. Barty could hear it in his dreams, because Evan had broken his anckle, Evan was crying, his sobs echoing in the hall as Barty began to panic.

Thankfully some of the older kid's had just come around the corner and helped Evan.

Guiding them toward the hospital wing two of the seventh year girls had stayed with Barty trying to calm him down, because Barty couldn't breath, Barty was shaking, Barty had the feeling that he just ruined Evans life, something inside of him was crying and all he could do was not breath.

There was no oxygen in this world for him.

Arriving at the Hospital wing Barty pushed forward, ready to take the blame and help somehow but he froze when he sae Pomfrey's concerned face, he was frozen in place and emberassed.

"I tripped mustv'e twisted it or something" Evan said to Pomfrey, Barty stared at Evan, Evan was sweaty, his short hair sticking to his forhead, his eyes red from crying and tears had dried up on his cheeks.

Barty was staring, he felt so greatful he could cry but he bit the inside of his cheek and waited.

Later that day, when the sun had set and Evan was asleep, Barty set beside the bed, he was watching how softly Evan was sleeping and he took a shaky breath before crying, he couldn't help it he realized.

But Evan looked so peacefull and so beautfiul all Barty wanted to do, really wanted to do was lean over and press his lip's on Evans.

Barty thought of that moment now, the way Evans eyelashes looked countable, the way his hair was falling into his face, the way his finger felt against Barty's lip's as he brought them toward him again.

All of it made him think, all of it made him want to climb on top of Evan and simply kiss him.

Barty swallowed, blinking he dropped his hands, Afraid he moved back, scared he turned away from Evan.

Evan stayed in shock.

Then he moved to.

As if nothing had ever happened.

-K<3

#rosekiller #evan rosier #barty crouch jr.#barty crouch junior #marauders #harry potter #fictional characters #love #pandora #dorcas meadowes #regulus black #james potter #gay socks #literally just gays existing #EVAN ROSIER WAS IN LOVE WITH BARTY CROUCH JUNIOR EVEN IF BARTY WAS A CRAZY PSYCHO

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imma give a lil rant here. i.. LOVE the new tadc episode!!

First off, RIP gummigoo and kaufmo, Lov them dearly, we hold them in our hearts. I've copy pasted my rant from discord so eerrm yuh tw for spoilers

Lets talk about gumigoo. THAT GLITCH CHANGED HIS NON-REALITY LIFE. the fact that the glitch that lagged them under the map, seeing all those npcs, seeing HIMSELF as just a non-moving rig model is truely heartbreaking. From what we've known with the talk he had with his mates, he thinks he has a mom., he thinks he has a family, he thinks he has a life out these walls, and when he found out he was nothing, he.. omg im sobbing. He just thinks he's just some pawn in caine's game, he felt like he was just some obstacle they had to go through, but POMNI thinks of him more than that. Even though she feels like she's been nothing her whole entire life, she doesn't want anyone to feel that same way too, and its just like… MWAH MWAH GODDAMNIT WHYYY

Now, I wanna go and wonder about pomni's dream. Now at least we know that the cast can dream here, but nvm that. During the dream, she was about to abstract and become one with the abstractions n all, but I'm sad that she thinks that the others think of her as this "insane clown" n like "Damn, I guess she's that weak just to be abstracted already" that type of sheet, but when we get to the scene of kaufmo's funeral, she realized that they won't push her away, no matter how hard she thinks of it. They will always be by her side, through each others side, through thick and thin. and omfg AAAAAAAA MY HART.

Speaking of kaufmo's funeral. The kaufmo funeral scene is truly heartbreaking, and they've been doing this with the other characters that abstracted. Now we know it ain't something to sweep under the rug like "Another one bites the dust womp womp" thing, it's extremely a sincere moment, and the fact that Jax ain't here with them says alot. It may mean that he isn't interested in any of that, or he's just in his room sobbing his heart out. Even so, each and every funeral is sad for everyone.. WAIT NOW IM SAD IMAGINE WHAT KINGER WAS LIKE IN QUEENIES FUNERAL NOOO I also wanna talk about kinger's statement, when he said about taking to long for ragatha to get used to the circus when she was there for the first time. Kinger said to Ragatha "I remember how long it took for you to adjust", meaning that he's been here since Ragatha stepped in, has been with her in every panic-attack and mental breakdown she's ever endured. Clearly the dad of all characters.

@gooseworx, you are a god, and I praise you.

#lemmipierant #tadc pomni #tadc jax #tadc #the amazing digital circus #tadc kaufmo #tadc ragatha #tadc gummigoo #gummigoo wants his ma back #give him his mom.

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I always felt Vmin supporters were better then Tkk. They aren't & this enlistment has proved it. Watching Vmin & TK supporters make tweets saying they hope Vmin use the buddy system or that they were confident they would go together, writing their war romance novels & fanart. Same with Tkk. Tweets saying they hope Tk use the buddy system or clinging to something young Tae said about enlisting with Jk. Now that Jikook are, Vmin & Tkk changed their story. Saying this proves Jikook aren't real, cause they would face consequences if they ever came out, for enlisting as undercover queer men using their companion program.

Now wait a minute. Does this mean Tkk & Vmin supporters are publicly announcing they think Vmin & Tk are not romantically involved, since they wanted them to enlist together? This argument would apply to Tk & Vmin, too. So I'm just wondering, if you ship Vmin & Tk romantically in the first place, by this logic you are claiming about Jikook, then why were you praying for them to enlist together in the first place then, then threw a tantrum and cried foul, when they didn't? Hmnnn ?? See using this logic NOW that Jikook enlisted, isn't the gotcha Vmin & Tkk are making it out to be. You either exposed yourself not thinking Vmin and TK are actually romantically involved, cause you yourselves wanted them to enlist together or that you are all pathetic, bitter hypocites lying about consequences for Jikook, to justify your favs not enlisting, cause you mad. So which is it?

BTW, the odds of Jikook ever coming out, is very slim anyways. At least while in BTS, if ever. So maybe if they knew they were never coming out, they did it and took the risk to still be together. And you can't make up lies about Jikook's future and what will happen, cause your dreams got shattered. Want me to pull up your dirty fics about TK in military screwing on cots or your Vmin fanart holding hands in the military bathroom. You

Vmin is one of my favorite ships go easy😔

Jikook just blew them off the the best friends chart with this military service stunt and VMin have lost the bragging rights about being true soulmates in BTS😔

I'm happy for Jikook but I'm low key experiencing heartbreak when I see people make fun of vmin😢

I would love to read the VMin in military fanfic😔

Happy for Jikook😙

Sad for vmin😔

Happy 🤭

Sad😭😭😭😭😭😭

I'm lowkey going through it so take it easy on vmin mi beg yuh💀

I can't mourn Tuktuk they never had legs to stand on in the first place 🥴

But VMIN? There was a real chance there they could have served together if Jikook weren't a couple😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

Couples trump besties and this is just Jikook bullying all other ships in BTS 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

And I'm guilty for harboring wishful romantic thoughts about VMIN too so I can't even judge anyone🥴

My guilty fics are the ones where V pines Jimin and eventually Jimin chooses him🥲

Don't worry I have my clown suit ironed

I know they are best friends but come on there's something visually pleasing seeing them together

They talk the big friendship talk but sometimes it feels they don't walk the talk cos how are you two soulmates and best friends but aren't the ones doing the buddy program together?????????????????

THE MATHS AINT MATHING VMIN MAKE IT MAKE SENSE😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

The only explanation to why VMin aren't serving together is that Jikook are dating period. Jimin protects V more than any member in BTS he could have insisted V serve with him so he protects him. Even better, they could have protected eachother😭

Why is Jimin serving with Jungkook they aren't even best friends 🤡

Vmin is easily defined as the soul mates, Tae Kook are defined as the crime partners and some how they always skirt around what Jikook are- are they best friends too? If they are best friends then VMin can't be the best friends of the group cos Jimin can only have one best friend out of all his friends-

And if Jikook are best friends too then we can all agree they are the bestest friends out of the best friends group- yet that's not the narrative right? No, cos it's Jikook hate eachother, they fake their friendship for the cameras, they aren't even that close, FAN SERVICE, they never interact online therefore they are not even friends and my personal fav- THEY ARE JUST FRIENDS.

Cool. Just friends. VMIN ARE FRIENDS TOO WHY ARE THEY NOT SERVING TOGETHER? THATS WHAT FRIENDS DO RIGHT? SAME AGE CALL THEMSELVES SOULMATES AND CHINGUS SWEAR UP AMD DOWN THEY ARE ALWAYS THERE FOR EACH OTHER- WHICH IS TRUE- BUT WHY THE FUCK ARE THEY NOT SERVING?🤡

I'm sorry but Jikook has ended VMIN.

They ended Tae Kook 2017.

At the end of the day, couples trump besties🥲

Vmin can cuddle up all they want, Tae Kook can buddy up all they want JIKOOK WILL ALWAYS PUT THEIR RELATIONSHIP NEEDS FIRST. THEY CAN NEVER AND WILL NEVER INVALIDATE JIKOOK.

WE'VE EARNED THAT BRAGGING RIGHT RIGHT HERE RIGHT NOW

When we tell insecure shippers not to sweat the side friendships or assume jikook are in a relationship with those side friends they don't understand.

JIKOOK DO HAVE A MEANINGFUL RELATIONSHIP

THE MOST MEANINGFUL RELATIONSHIP OUT OF ALL BTS KNOCKING VMIN OFF THAT VERY HIGH PEDESTAL THEY'VE PLACED THEMSELVES ON

IF YOUR SHIP IS REAL LET THEM SERVE TOGETHER AND LETS SEE

LET THEM THEY CAN'T DIVIDE OUR LOVE AND LETS SEE

LET THEM STANDING NEXT TO YOU AND LETS SEE

All that said, am I going to stop shipping Vmin??

Nope. Never

I'm addicted to my own fantasies about them to let Jikook proving yet again that they are a couple deter me from wishing silently for a vmin French kiss on screen🥲

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afreakingdork · 1 year

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Weak Spot - Chapter 36

RotTMNT Donatello x Reader

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

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

Another chapter as requested by tumblr! May I present: the drunk chapter!

Also available on Ao3

First 💜 Previous

“There!”

“You’re ridiculous!”

“’Bite my neck and suck my butt!’”

“He does not say tha’!”

“Yes, he does!”

“You’re-“ Your gossipy coworker got choked as his tongue swelled thick.

Snorting, you downed your glass and slammed it down on the bar as you had seen in many movies.

Instead of screaming for another, you pouted as no one seemed to even notice over the ambient roar.

“There’sh-!” Mouth minorly obeying, your gossipy coworker shot an index finger out from where it was wrapped around a glass. “Tha’sh a thing!”

“Sucking butt? Yuh!” You bobbed on the final syllable.

“No!” His pitched warbled next and he screwed his nose up at the sound. “I mean yes, but no!”

You hummed an agreement, your eyes traveling elsewhere.

“It was’h on Friends!”

“On basic ca-cab-le?! Tha’ was not allowed!” You feigned a gasp.

“Not butt stuff!!” He screeched and swatted at you while missing by a mile.

“Wha’ then?!” You giggled, as he failed to reel his arm back in.

“Wha’ then?!” He mimicked before freezing. His digit then extended and curled around the glass several times before both of you burst out laughing.

Holding onto his arm to keep from falling over, you were struck by a sudden wave of nausea. Bowled over, your gossipy coworker took an unaware swig which knocked you away from him. It bobbed you back upright and the sickness passed. “Woah.”

He didn’t seem to hear you as much as see you.

He stuck his tongue out and you imagined he must have tasted the crowd.

“Stop!” He whined, rolling his head and losing his balance where he was simply standing.

“What?!”

Laughing again, your throat felt dry.

The song changed, but you could only sort of tell.

The beat was different or it wasn’t.

There were so many people in the bar.

It was so loud.

Maybe it was just them?

“Who…?!” Had you always been off to the side like this?

Oh, you were in a bar.

“Tony Dan’sa!” Your gossipy coworker cheered as if that was the answer to the universe.

No, there was something else.

There was a reason.

It was elusive like a fly.

Did you need a swatter?

“Stu-pid, stu-pid!” His glass set onto the counter, it freed his hands up to scrub his face. Leaning too far back, he hit someone behind him who then pushed him toward you. He overcorrected and you had to shove back to keep from being a human domino.

“You two are trashed!” Someone complained.

Loud.

Everyone was so loud.

Oh, you knew the offended person.

They worked on your floor.

Or you had seen them there?

Or maybe that was a meeting?

When were reports due?

“And jus’ how many have you had, Sadie?!” He spit her name like a curse.

She puffed up and you had to giggle at whatever spell was cast.

He was good at that.

He’d been a witch for Halloween once.

Or had that been a dream?

“I-!” The hex faded and what was left couldn’t hold a form. “-don’t need to answer that! What matters is I can annun-anun-ci-ate and you’re stumbling!”

There had definitely been green make-up involved.

“For your-!” He looked lost for a moment before finding his drink. He then used it to point his index finger once again. “For your infor-ma-tion, I had a eur-eru… Ure.. a realiz-ation moment so I was indulgin’ in a little…!” His head tipped and marked the halt of his thoughts.

Someone behind you patted your back.

You turned to see a person standing there.

Who were they again?

“There you are!”

Well, they knew you.

That was something.

“I’m… here!” You responded.

Nailed it.

Why were you here?

Oh, yeah.

That’s what you were wondering.

“We already toasted, but check this out…!”

A toast?

They must be another coworker then.

Probably.

His clothes said he was, but who wasn’t wearing business attire?

About half the bar, but that wasn’t important.

What was important is who was.

Probably.

A woman beside him snickered like a cartoon dog.

What was his name?

He was like S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. in a way.

You needed to watch cartoons with him.

An ice cold shot entered your hand and you looked up to find you were in a huddle of five people.

“Dynamite!” One shouted before kicking it back.

The others followed like a wave at a sporting event and you were the last one almost out of sync.

Instead of burning there was a tropical sweetness to it.

“Congrats, Amira! Heading up the floor!”

“Three to be exact!”

“G-great job!” You added before the next person clinked empty glasses with the woman across from you.

She must have done something great.

She looked great.

Moving up floors was a literal sense of upward mobility in your company.

How’d she do her hair?

Promotion.

She’d been promoted.

You’d worked alongside Amira before the restructuring and now she was moving into marketing.

That was it.

You wanted to pass your newfound knowledge along when the back of your collar got tugged.

“Tell Sadie-kins where to shove her nose!” Your gossipy coworker was suddenly by your side.

No, you had backed up.

Into the bar.

There was a bar.

Why was there a bar?

“Ugh, you know wha’?!”

“What?!”

You and your gossipy coworker cracked up while Sadie slunk away.

At least, she wasn’t there anymore when you came to.

She had freed up a space and your gossipy coworker filled it in a slide.

You shuffled towards him with your own titters leaking from your ears.

“Oh, wait, I like dis one!” Your coworker bobbed to a song.

Straining, you didn’t seem to be hearing the same thing because his movements were way off. “No, like this…!” You gave your own head bob, but that wash of nausea took it away.

“Ew, not again!” He complained a little too close with alcoholic breath that stung your nostrils.

It receded and left you feeling woozy. “What?!”

“What!?” He quacked straight up to the ceiling and someone else echoed him across the bar.

There was a sudden cheer and everyone was tipping their drinks back.

Where had yours gone?

Oh yeah, the bar.

You turned towards it.

There was no drink there.

Where had your drink gone?

“You should go home!” Your gossipy coworker shot an index finger out from where it was wrapped around a glass. “’Fore you puke.”

“I’m not gonna!” You sulked, looking forlornly for your drink.

“Get beau to dote on you! Wrap you like a burrito! Snuggle you or whatever shit romantic sacks do!”

“Ball sacks!”

“What?!”

You were laughing again; this one hurt.

“I lost my glass!”

“No, you didn’!” He was pointing again.

He needed to trim his nails.

“A’least there’s something on your stomach!” He tipped to the side, but it didn’t stop him. “Oh! Water, you’re de-hydrated. Wow, I said that one in one-one go.”

“Something wha-?!” Before you could finish the thought you saw a reel of photographs in your mind’s eye.

In the third person, you saw a cake being presented to Amira and you were standing three people off to the side.

Like animatic clips, three slides showed a cheer.

A gaggle of you hit the elevators.

Someone ran out from the pack and pointed to a bar.

The first round of drinks had been shared as a cohesive group along with appetizers.

Then more drinks.

Then, another round.

Merry go round.

Each had less people.

The bar sort of looked different afterwhile.

Blinking out of the view-master, your gossipy coworker was mid-sentence. “-and that’z when I figured out Catherine spiked the punch! The boss!? Can you believe!?”

You didn’t.

You had no idea what he was talking about.

Was your boss even named Catherine?

A murmur ripped through the crowd and all your gazes were tugged like a predator encroaching on a herd.

Amira had her hand up in the air and a glass to her lips where she was trying to drain it as quickly as possible.

Beside her several people were moaning.

Or was it groaning?

Was there a difference?

Glass empty, she came away with a refreshed gasp. “Sorry, y’all! Love you, but my ride’s here!”

“Amira!”

“Congrats!”

“This was so fun! I’ll see y’all at company events! I’m not dead! Francis, I’m looking at you!” With scissors she pointed out a man who threw a paper up to his face.

He lost.

“Party on, dudes!!!” She gave an accent and stuck out her tongue.

“Gross!” Your gossipy coworker made a repulsed face.

Amira began hugging down a conga line.

By the time she reached you, you did your best to return it as you were the last one almost out of sync.

She blew kisses and cheered as she exited with another girl in tow.

“Watch.” Your gossipy coworker was right in your ear and a shiver ran down your spine at his bad English accent. “As now, that the life of the party has left, the pack will slowly break apart without its alpha.”

You were about to tell him off when two people feigned yawning.

Looking particularly fake, another stretched and a new ripple of groans appeared.

It had to be ‘groan.’

A pair of men with arms slung around each other exited with goodbyes chasing them.

Someone else was on the phone.

Yawns were growing in size and engulfing people whole.

“The pack is no more.” With a bow and flourish that nearly hit your shoulder, he removed himself.

You turned to scowl. “Ya nasty!”

“Thank you!” With a point, he drained his glass and waved at the bartender.

“Another?!”

“I’m closing my tab!” He shot you a look at the corner of his eye before said man approached and he said the same sentence again. “You should do the same!”

“Tab… Wasn’t that a soda?!”

“You’re not tha’ drunk!” He screamed.

You didn’t realize you were squinting until his squished image had become too much for your facial muscles to bare. Relaxing was a relief. “Only a question!”

“Fine, it was. Everyone is on a mission tonigh-” The bartender reappeared and passed something off.

It distracted your coworker long enough so that the bartender could address you. “And you?”

“Same?!” Your voice echoed in your eardrums.

The beat was off.

The man left.

“Call beau!” Your gossipy coworker stabbed his receipt.

“Tha’s not his name!” You grouched and turned to lean against the counter.

“Wait, don’t tell me!” He tried to snap, but only succeeded in making a delicious sign with his thumb and second finger.

“I’m not gunna!” You rustled up your phone and flicked over to the contacts list.

He was leaning into your space, but only your head moved away.

In a flick, you went down to ‘D.’

There, at the top of the list was an outlier.

‘Da Vinky.’

You strung out a confused syllable, knowing full well your coworker was staring at your phone as well. “You’re right, I’m not drunk! What does this say?!”

Leaning straight over your shoulder and squinting as if he’d forgotten his readers, he was slow to register the entry. When he did, he recoiled away before roaring with a puff of his chest “Alright, that’s enough! I won’t have this!!”

You turned to him in alarm.

“You!” His finger was in your face and you subdued the urge to bite it off. “I’ve had juz about enough of all of you! You and everyone else keep trying to make me feel ancient! Do you know how old that meme is!?”

You did not.

“It’s not even the right artist!!”

“It’s not the righ-?”

You were struck in a very literal sense.

Da Vinky.

Who painted the Mona Lisa?

“No! That would be-” He huffed, bitter.

“Leonardo.”

It must have cut through the bar banter because the deadly quality to your voice shut your gossipy coworker right up. “Uh… yeah….”

Holding up your other hand to say you needed a minute, you began to step away.

How was that possible?

Your thumb appeared and clicked the contact.

There was no history.

No calls.

No texts.

The number was an outlier.

Your stomach bottomed out.

It was somewhere in your heel when you hit the phone icon.

Against the hum of the bar, you heard the percussive sound of the ring as slow motion brought the phone to your ear.

It rang exactly three times before there was an audible clicked answer.

“Y’ello?” He sang.

It was him. “How.”

“Oh! Ho ho!”

That laugh.

You needed to hear it again.

Confirm.

You had to be sure.

Everything was too loud.

Had it always been that way?

You shouldered past a group heading toward the back of the bar.

“What a surprise!”

Pushing, you breached a hallway.

There you had to kick open the bathroom door.

“Hot Friday night, I hear.”

With another full body motion, you were enclosed.

The silence was deafening.

“How is this possible?!” You hissed.

As if burned, you coiled against the sound of your own voice.

How long had you been shouting?

Ages by the burn of your throat.

Alcohol would soothe that.

“Hm? Excuse me? One, you called me, and two, I don’t know your life.” Leo snided.

You gave a stomp and resisted throwing out a finger much like a certain someone. “Stop playing stupid, Vorso twin!”

Ears adjusting, you heard the exact way Leo gave a single chuckle.

Sharp.

Sardonic.

Done with you.

When he began again, it curdled milk. “I mean, honestly I figured you’d text first what with it being the 21st century and all, but I already knew you were a forward one.”

“Cut the shit!”

“I slipped it into your phone at that little soiree.”

In a blink, you were on the dance floor.

“If your phone wasn’t bugged then I thought you might need a lifeline.” There was a rustle as if he was adjusting something. “Took you long enough. I’d forgotten all about it.”

Lids lifting, you were in a dirty bathroom.

Vertigo caught you from the rapid lash whips and you stumbled.

Catching a dirty sink, you refused the mirror. “Lifeline.”

“Mhm.”

“You left me to die saying you’d forget my name.” Your head pounded.

Would you ever get used to your own voice?

“Eyysssh.” You could hear his grimace. “In recap that sounds terrible, but can you blame me? I had to be tough to get through to you and I did. I saw it. I broke through that thick skull of yours. Since your phone wasn’t bugged can I assume good things?”

“He only-” Bugged it once.

That wasn’t quite right.

What were you saying?

What were you admitting?

“He…?” Leo drew out the phrase, leading.

“We’re still together.” Hand coming away from the counter, there was a tacky quality that clung to you.

“Gross.”

Could he see you?

You spun around.

Vertigo vetoed that option after two twirls.

Zeroing in on a paper towel dispenser, you activated its sensor.

Empty, it whirled uselessly and produced nothing.

It felt like watching your brain.

“What is your problem!?” Your eardrums vibrated the room.

“It’s patently gross!” You heard another scuffle, but this one you could see him standing up. “Also, no, shut up, I’m getting mad. Are you kidding me right now?!”

You could not take him yelling as well.

“Obviously!” You hiccuped. “I called you because I wanted to! Because there wasn’t a stupid contact in my phone by someone who touched it without permission while, double standard, is bitching about someone else who hasn’t.” Needing to move, you hobbled with a heavy leftward tilt.

“Hasn’t!?” He scoffed so loud the receiver bit it.

You had to pop your ears.

“Now I know that isn’t sarcasm because that’s the biggest load you’ve tried to serve yet.”

“Be shit, eat shit.” You snarked.

Leo groaned loudly before sighing. “No. Yes. Okay. As I’ve promised…”

You folded your free arm across your torso.

You had to keep yourself together.

This was a serious conversation.

About shit.

Important shit.

You were focused.

Steady.

Not about to run into a wall so you did a 180 just in case.

Only as a precaution.

“You… did not hang up.” His voice warped in what was clearly him checking his screen. “Why?”

“I don’t believe your excuse.”

“That I care?!”

“Yes!” It was like he was siphoning his share of your inebriation.

“You-!” He growled and then blew out an audible air to the side. He held it there for several beats before a sharp breath said he’d start fresh. “Are a perfect match because you are infinitely annoying. No!” There were several rhythmic thumps that you identified as stomps. “I was going to be cool! I was going to be better… No, shit! Can I ask a question? I have to ask a question before I can move on with this.”

Nearing the sink, you steered away from it and nearly ran into a stall. “What’s stopping you?”

Why not hang up?

Curiosity?

Really?

That couldn’t be it.

That got a cat.

Or did it bring it back?

Like a milkshake.

No, that was boys.

“Your phone is totally bugged. He’s listening right now. In fact, I bet he’s in the room with you! Say hi for me!” Skewed with mania, Leo’s sarcasm took a haunting edge.

“That’s not even a question! He’s not-!” Here.

You almost just admitted that.

To Leo of all people.

What was wrong with you?

You had to be serious.

You could do this.

How did it go?

Heel.

Toe.

Heel.

Toe.

You just had to walk a narrow line.

No one said it had to be straight.

You tried again. “It’s not bugged.”

“You…” Leo made an abrupt sound as he seemed to remember something. “Wait, are you in trouble? Are you okay?! Say something about ordering an angel shot. It’s code for help and won’t raise suspicions. You’re at a bar right? I could tell by the buzz.”

He was intuitive.

Hadn’t Donnie mentioned he was the leader?

Was that your buzz or something else?

“Leo.”

“Don’t say my name, stupid!”

“Ugh, would you quit?! It’s not bugged. I know for a fact!”

“He’s not there.” This time he said it with conviction.

He knew now.

Figured it out from your stupid delirium.

You were stupid.

You pulled your phone away to smack your forehead.

You needed to hang up.

“He let his pet out-Are you serious!? That-that makes no sense! None… none of this makes any sense! The phone is obviously bugged. You’re obviously lying. You’re being followed or he’s in the other room or this is all an elaborate set-up, with the guys in a dark room with their shady computers and their listening in and the longer you keep me on the phone, they track my location! Shit!”

Staring dumbfounded from where your phone had gone back to sleep, you could only bring the receiver back up to your face. “Are you okay?”

“No!” There was a loud bang followed by an equally pitched curse as Leo had clearly run into something. “Fuck!”

“Not okay…” You almost felt bad for him.

Almost.

“It doesn’t make sense.” His voice sounded far away.

That was true.

What was happening?

“He’s really not there.” He repeated, this time with clearer revelation.

You listened to the thin sound of electricity on the line.

It felt like it was singeing.

Burning up the alcohol in your system the longer it sizzled.

“You can answer.” His voice quieted and took on what felt like an honest tone. “I’m not going to do anything.”

You looked around the bathroom.

Had anyone come in?

You’d been so absorbed in the call that you had no idea.

You were alone if not.

He had a power.

What did you have?

Swimming.

Not him, you.

Not swimming, your mind.

Trying to shake the haze away, you took a deep breath of tinged air. It made you nearly gag and it must have relayed on the line.

“Y/N?”

You could do this.

Orange chains was Mikey.

That was burned into your mind first hand.

What was left?

Leo was blue and so were the portals.

That means he could make those.

What was Raph again?

Red what?

Roses?

He was pretty spikey.

He needed a trim.

“He’s…” You blew the gross away as best you could. “No, he’s not here. I’m out with some coworkers.”

“That doesn’t mak-“ He caught himself from repeating what was rapidly becoming his catch phrase. “He…?”

“He doesn’t let me do anything. I do what I want.” You huffed.

Dead air hummed.

You felt the need to explain, but squashed it.

“There’s no bug?” Leo’s voice was quiet.

“No! There’s no-!” Your other hand clipped your view.

Your tech gauntlet.

There wasn’t a bug.

There was a bot.

You paled.

Had you said his name?

You had.

“Shit.”

“Y/N.” Leo pressed.

“No, not shit-! I mean…” You just had to say that out loud.

“Uh…”

“I called you, did I not, Leo?” Your voice was too loud.

Who were you kidding?

You were a joke.

A comedic version of a human being.

A cartoon character.

And Leo twirled his mustache.

“That… sounds exactly what someone who is trying to beat a bug would say.” Leo sounded suspiciously.

Or put on a dunce cap.

“There’s no bug! How many times do I have to say it?! You’re so annoying!” You were about ready to flush your phone and start fresh with a new one.

Donnie would buy you one.

He could also make one.

Probably.

It still wouldn’t have a bug.

“Alright, alright! Calm down!” You could see Leo shaking his palms to usher you.

“Me?!”

“Yes, you! You’re stressing me out!”

“I’m stressing you out!?” You scrubbed a hand over your head. “Stop! Stop, stop, stop! Stop turning this around on me!”

“You started it.”

“I’m hanging up!”

“Why haven’t you already!?”

“Because-!” It’s weird.

All of this was so strange.

You felt like you were floating.

Swimming.

That made sense.

Finally, something did.

“There’s no bug.” Your anger evaporated into metaphorical waters. “There’s no trouble. There’s no trick. I was about to call Don and I saw your stupid contact. I hit call… I don’t know why. I guess… because I didn’t want to believe it was you.”

Silence was cut by someone opening the bathroom door. You mumbled an apology and stepped away even though there was nowhere to go.

They disappeared into a stall.

“Don, huh?” This time his distance was in his tone and not proximity.

That wasn’t what you expected. You wrapped your arm around yourself from where it had come away.

The pieces were coming together bit by bit.

“Yeah.” You could just envision Don’s face.

“You shared, I’ll share. Good will and all that. I… talked to the guys and they told me I was being an ass. Technically, they said a bunch of worse stuff that I won’t repeat, but basically, I promised them I’d be better. I… should be better. Should have been better. I’m not. I’m still not. I got caught right back up in the same shit, but it's been… How… long have you two been… together?” Leo sounded defeated.

Was that okay to share? “Just over a year.”

“That… that long, huh?”

Again, there was that dumbstruck note.

Was it that unbelievable?

You would say it never felt like it, but it always did.

You just had a very different reason to think so than him.

If only Leo knew.

Is that why you were still on the line?

“You have a year, I have a lifetime. I’m not saying I know him better. I don’t know the jackass at all. I’m just saying it’s a little harder for me to see any other perspective than my own.”

“Is that why Mikey came by?” What were you asking?

Was that the question?

Leo sucked in some air.

You wondered what his was like.

Surely it wasn’t shit filled like yours.

“For the record, I didn’t sanction that. No one did. Guy went out on his own. Fessed up after when I was asking him if he picked up those little wax wrapped cheeses I like, you know? Well, you wouldn’t know I like them. Well, now you do, I guess. They’re just so cute and I love how you peel the strip, it’s so satisfying and-” He cut himself off and you heard a poof that sounded familiar, but you couldn’t place it. “Point is, Mikey went by because he’s worried about you… I guess… we all are in our own ways.”

How did you respond to that?

Was there a point?

Did any of this matter?

Was it even happening?

Maybe you’d blacked out at the bar.

Maybe you were already home with Donnie.

Maybe this was all a dream.

“There are other forms of surveillance.” Leo noted. “No bugs, yes cameras. At the apartment at least.”

That had a new tone.

This revelation was sharp.

His probing had returned.

Or it had never left.

Careful.

You were supposed to be careful.

No.

He knew that.

He’d been raving about a bug.

Was he trying to psych you out?

You didn’t have the facilities to deal with all these scenarios.

At least you could see them happening now.

“You already knew that.” You tutted.

Leo chuckled. “After he confessed, I laid into Mikey about it. Yeah.”

“I get why Mikey would worry.” You held that resentment tightly.

“Right!? Thank you!” You could see Leo throwing his arms up. “I was the jerk? When he almost threw you into a building? Multiple times?! As if!”

You couldn’t help but give your own puff of laughter.

The person emerged from the stall and strolled right back out without washing their hands.

“Ew.”

“What? What happened? Hit me!” He sounded more gossipy than your coworker.

“What?” Déjà vu came on, but blew it away with a raspberry. “Oh, people not washing their hands after going to the bathroom.”

“Repulsive. Disgusting. The worst. Now let’s say, and I’m not talking about me, that someone were to do that on a regular basis, but it was just around their own home, lair let’s say, and it’s not like a wipe movement, if you know what I mean?”

You choked on a laugh. “What’s wrong with you?”

“Me? Nothing! We are talking about a hypothetical person and not a giant turtle man. I feel attacked right now, if I’m being honest.”

“So threatened.” You rolled your eyes.

Leo hummed and a bout of silence chased you.

You turned and glanced in the mirror.

You looked about the same as when you’d last glimpsed yourself at work.

Certainly not as wrecked as you felt.

“Any crime?” He tested, coy.

“You’re not even trying anymore.” Your expression went humorless.

“I’ve never tried anything.”

“Let’s talk about you.”

“Perfect. My favorite subject. My social security number is-”

“Leo!”

“I wasn’t actually going to give it to you! What do you take me for?!”

“I was trying to drag you, but I guess I’ll save it.”

“No, go back! I miss our witty banter.”

“Because we totally had that.” You shook your head.

“What do you want to know?”

“Why you’re taking my call on a Friday night.”

Even through the line, you could hear his mouth snap shut.

“I told you it was going to be a dig.”

“You did.” He chuffed. “You caught me.” He groaned as if stretching. “All alone. No hot date. Just me and a big ole’ bag of spicy chips that are totally going to give me heartburn. Were you having fun?”

“I was, my coworker got promoted.”

“Good for them!”

You had a bare smile on your lips. “Yeah, she’s great.”

Leo quieted and you could tell he was processing.

The need to defend Donnie rose again and you instead acknowledged it. That forethought gave you the ability to let it wash at your feet. It rose no higher than the ankle and you could stand with the soak. It gave you an odd clarity and the need to chance something. “Murders way down, like way down.”

Leo audibly choked.

You bit down on your lips to keep from cracking up.

“But not zero!? I’m not hearing a zero!?”

You hummed as if thinking it over and hoped the line would help cut off the giggles in your voice. “Zero is tough… Depends on the date…”

“Holy-!” There was a sharp stuffed noise that you identified as Leo flinging himself out of a chair of some kind. “Yeah, I’ll say! I need a fucking date!”

“Gosh, I knew you were alone on a Friday, but I didn’t know you were desperate...”

From where he’d clearly been moving, Leo sounds like he came to a dead halt. “Wait.”

A few squeaky giggles warped in your throat.

“You’ve got to tell me if that was a get. It was good if it was, but you’re legally obligated to tell me!”

“I am not.” You tried to put on authority to keep the juvenile statement from sounding that way.

“Miserable! You’ll give me an ulcer!”

“It won’t be me.”

“Stop! You’ve done enough!” You heard the crinkling that was distinctly a chip bag.

“Oh, I hear your date. I don’t want to keep you!”

Leo groaned so loud the phone cut out for a moment.

You finally gave into laughing.

“You’re really okay.” There was a sobering quality to his voice.

It was infectious. “Yeah, I am.”

“I gotta ask.”

You hummed an annoyed note for him to go on. He’d said that more than once.

“How?”

You tapped your foot. “We’re dating.” You looked toward the door. “We’re happy.”

Silence.

“Look this was… something, but I have to go.”

“Yeah…” He sounded almost sad.

“You… good?” Did you care?

“Just…” He seemed bewildered. “Dating. Dating? Dating…?! I was still pulling for the tech company kid thing.”

You sort of remembered that. “Guess you lost the pool.”

“Guess I did.”

“Night, Leo.”

“Y/N.” He called out.

“What?”

“Keep my number. Since he hasn’t erased it, he really… must not have seen it. Just… I…”

You waited.

Something was mounting.

“I get it. I mean, I don’t. I really fucking don’t, but I get that from your perspective, you wouldn’t like me or Mikey or Raph, but you don’t know us and I guess you know him and that is… something, but I’m still asking. Just keep it where it is, just in case and I get by asking, I’m raising the chances of you deleting it the second you get off the phone or whatever, but maybe… I don’t know… Maybe you won’t and for that I have to ask.”

You held out the line for as long as you were able. You then put on what you hoped was a clear voice. “What you think is going to happen, isn’t, Leo.”

He said nothing.

“It’s the same way you get it.”

Still.

You sighed. “Good night.”

“Night, Y/N. Be seeing you.”

Alarm bells sounded in your mind, but the phone went dead with an innate tone.

Why had he said that?

Standing in the empty bathroom, you turned.

You needed to get home.

Pulling your phone away from your head, it blinked alive for you. You slammed a finger down against it and navigated to the texting app. There you slammed the call button and wondered why on earth your more drunk self hadn’t done the same. It was why you had never seen the contact until now.

Who the fuck goes to their contact lists anymore?

Donnie picked up on the first ring. “Donatello, at your service.”

“I need you to pick me up.”

“What’s wrong?” There was a sudden urgency in his voice.

Was it urgent?

You weren’t sure.

Your voice must have sounded like it.

You rushed back out into the bar where it was still full of patrons.

People.

You needed to be around people.

Their thrum thinned the little mental processes you had been able to stir back up.

“Y/N.”

“How do Leo’s powers work?”

“Where are you?” He growled low.

“He’s not here! I don’t think at least…! Donnie!?”

“He would need to know where you are and how to get there.”

“Then he shouldn’t…” You flew to your old spot at the bar, but your gossipy coworker was gone.

“Permission to track your location.”

“The bar!” Not finding the man, you pulled your phone away to see if he’d left you a message. There, Donnie marked the last text chain and it revealed something else. “The bar… that I didn’t tell you about…!” You groaned and looked around. Not only could you not remember the name of this place, you were sort of aware that this was a second location. “I’m dropping a pin, one sec.”

Why had you drank so much?

Weren’t you allowed to cut loose?

“Received. En route.”

“Okay, yeah… I don’t-” The bartender made eye contact and translated he had something. You lowered your phone. “Yes?”

He nodded to his last customer before coming over to you. “Your friend had to go.”

“Oh…” Your shoulders dropped.

Were any of your coworkers still here?

Were you alone?

No, there was a packed bar.

“He paid your tab and left you a message.”

“He… What?!”

The bartender ignored your exclamation and rustled under the counter. He came up with a little ripped page from a notepad. “Nice guy, he was worried, but something came up I guess.”

“That… does not sound like him…” You picked up the note and shuffled it with your phone.

You could feel the bartender watching you.

There was a simple scrawled sentence that said your explanation would be payment enough.

“This sounds like him.” You sighed and folded up the page for later. “Thank you.”

The bartender nodded, waiting.

“Oh, yeah, uh…” Again juggling, you found your wallet and passed over a hefty tip. “Thank you.” You clarified.

The man nodded before giving some hesitation. “Are you alright?”

“No.” The sound popped out of you and you gave a horrified look before trying to translate that wasn’t what you meant. “I’m really stressed out. My boyfriend is coming to get me.”

The bartender searched you before giving a faint nod. “I’ll keep an eye out. Just stick around there.”

“I will.” You nodded, grateful you slapped down the extra tender.

Someone hailed him and he moved on. You watched him go for a moment before bringing your phone back up. “Sorry, Don… It’s been a whole night.”

“What happened?” There was a static that meant he was airborne.

“I…” Where you clutched the note, you saw your tech gauntlet. “Leo called me.”

A lie.

You could not believe you lied.

You lied to Donnie.

You lied to S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N.

The latter of which would very well know as much.

How could you explain it?

Shouldering your phone, you put a hand over the piece of tech as if he could feel it.

He couldn’t.

Still, you gave a squeeze and could faintly hear Leo’s voice.

Keep my number.

Why?

If you told Donnie, he’d surely delete it.

Why keep it?

Was it because Leo didn't know?

None of them knew.

It was the same reason you’d stayed on the line.

Donnie’s silence grew furious.

“He got it from the… villain gala, whatever it was called.” At least that was a half-truth.

Again, you listened to rushing air.

“He doesn’t know where I am.”

There was a sudden cut and you brought your phone down to see it was still ticking. It then hung up and you turned in time as the door opened.

Donnie looked surprisingly poised for having made it across the city in only a couple minutes. Honing in on you, he approached in two long strides and his arms extended. Holding yours out to meet him, he surpassed your hands to grab your forearms. There you felt the shake of anxiety and his head came down onto the shoulder with what you were now considering your mating mark. He rubbed there, as if to ground himself with it before coming up to search your face. “Full explanation.”

“I was a little drunk-”

Donnie nodded, clearly taking in your scent from the many others.

“I was about to call you to pick me up because people were calling it a night and… he called instead.”

There was a violent squeeze where Donnie had a grip on you, but he got hold of it before it became too much.

You pecked his cheek. He was doing surprisingly well, considering. “We mostly talked about how he thought there was a bug.”

Donnie’s face twisted up with revulsion. “Why bother?”

“Right?!” You gave a nervous exclamation and then dropped your gaze. “I barely told him anything. We… barely talked about anything. I made fun of him for being alone on a Friday… and it was all… so weird.”

Donnie nodded slowly.

“You’re not… mad?” You tilted your head.

He lit up as he registered your words and then softened. “I can name a hundred emotions I am, but mad is not one of them. Not at you.”

“But I answered… I talked to him… I-”

“You’re allowed.”

You stared at him, vestiges not allowing you to understand.

He finally let go to brush your cheek. “Trust, but if you’re concerned, what did you tell him?”

“That…” Flooded by his warmth, you turned slightly as the guilt of the lie nibbled at your conscience. “... there wasn’t a bug. That…” You chuffed and shook your head. “... I’m not some captive, we’re dating, and we’re… happy.” You turned to look at him, your heart feeling very much exposed.

Donnie took the information in with a calculated stare before he gave a tight nod. “If that is all, then there is little concern.”

“He didn’t… know…? Or believe me, I guess… That we’re…”

“I can’t imagine anyone who’s known me that long would.”

There it was again.

“It’s hard to imagine.” Your gaze dropped again and this time you stepped into your boyfriend.

He released your other arm as you pressed into his plastron.

“You’re… you…” You turned your head to lay an ear against his plastron and ruminated on how that didn’t explain much.

“I haven’t always been this version of me.” He spoke above you.

You nodded.

These variables weren’t something you were up for.

“Can we go home?”

“Of course.” One of his arms slung around you and the other did something to the bar counter.

“I already tipped him.”

“I doubt he’ll disagree to more.”

You snorted as you turned to leave with Donnie hovering close. Exiting the bar, the sticky near summer air clung to nightfall.

“The car is nearby or we can fly.”

“Let’s fly.” You mumbled, looking up and down the street.

“Did you leave something out?”

“Not… on purpose.” You forced your gaze back to Donnie as he led you over to an alley. “The rush, the nerves, asking about his powers… I’m antsy because of the weird way the call ended.”

“Which was?” His battle shell shifted to flight form.

Coming closer, he took you into his arms. “’Be seeing you.’”

A car drove by just outside the alley and, as it passed, its light threw an animalistic sheen to the outright rage in Donnie’s eyes.

Oh and check it: Leo did indeed get his tiny cheese!

By @thepinkpanther83 who is THE BEST FOR BEING BOTH A BETA BOSS AND DRAWING THE BEST PIC OF WEAK SPOT LEO!!!

HUGE SHOUT OUTS to my betas @tmntxthings and @thepinkpanther83 (MORE MORE) because they really went through it with re-writes! Love y'all!

#weakspotfic #rottmnt #rottmnt donnie x reader #rise of the tmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rottmnt x reader #donatello hamato #donnie x reader #rise donnie #rise donnie x reader #rottmnt donatello #rottmnt donnie #me #fanfiction #my fanfiction

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honeeslust · 11 months

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Satoru Gojo | cruel

🖤 I’m thinking about what Gojo does when you give him the silent treatment.

🖤 also I keep seeing mating press allover my feed. Idk what I did to end up here but I like it lol. As always I tried but let me know if I captured it right. 🤗

🖤 WC -1k

" don't be like that, baby talk to me." He would smile, earning an annoyed eye roll from you as your tried to shrug him off. He would respond by reaching for your hand, his fingers looping around yours and he would tug just slightly. His eyes would be reading the way your body immediately softened at his touch. You wouldn't come right out and tell him just why you were so upset and he wouldn't be able to take you giving him the silent treatment.

Besides, how could you stay mad at him when his eyes were legitimately bluer than the the fucking sky when he'd please sweetness you as his hands took you by the waist? How could you focus on anything other than his fingers tapping lightly on the backs of your thighs when he whispered " Tell me what I did baby" while kissing your stomach? He would smile up at you.

— But this wouldn't be his I'm sorry smile, but more like come here so I can taste you so you can't stay mad at me smile. He would stand, purposely making you feel small as he towered over you. Easily, he would drag you in closer to his body. He would embrace you tighter than you could stand. He'd know he had you as soon as you stopped breathing from the way you felt his teeth graze your neck while his powerful grip seized a handful of your ass.

...

Who were you kidding? It was virtually impossible to stay mad. — Not with the way he had your legs spread wide open so he could continue throttling your clit with his masterful tongue. He knew every flick and roll would make it that much harder for you to even recall what he did to set you off in the first place. " don't be mad at me baby." He'd say entering you with his fingers.

His touch, almost icy as he opened a small domain, one of his making just for you, one where everything he could make your body feel would be heightened. He knew you couldn't be able to manage a single coherent thought, only "Ahhhgg— yuhh—yuh, ahh Toru, fuck your tongue is so fucking-guuhhhh—" He would enjoy you're sentences breaking off into moans while he treated the sensitive bead with such excruciating detail. You'd drag your nails over his shoulders as he spelled sorry across your drenched crease repeatedly "mmm hmm" , he would mumble with his pretty mouth full of your pussy and his nimble tongue madly lapping away at your clit until he could taste your approaching release.

" — tell me what I did wrong baby" he'd beg crawling his way over your body that was now bathed in his blue haze. " please," he'd breathe into your neck while he reached down to pull out that heavy prick to stroke your entrance with. He'd sigh when you wrapped your legs around him, your toes curling as you waited for that familiar stretch from him. " I wanna know so I don't do it again baby." "Ahh" you'd hum as he pushed inside, rolling his hips slowly to fill you up just an inch at a time. " I don't —, I don't know, just don't stop, mmmhh Stroruu please."

You wouldn't know anything other than Satoru and the things he could do to you. Again he'd tease you with his pathetic pleas knowing full damn well he was forgiven the I first time he made you come, " how do I know what I did if you won't tell me?" His hips would clap against yours as he lost himself in where you began and he ended.

Was this his intent? — To just keep fucking you stupid, to just keep reminding you why you can never stay mad at him. Maybe! — and even if so, you didn't care. Maybe this was exactly what you wanted. He was practically telling you as much, —not letting up in the slightest to let you speak your mind even if you tried.

No! he'd only force your legs further back, hands clenched tight to the backs of your thighs. He'd drag his hips back and forth, forcing you to come repeatedly. " ahhh-sss, you forgive me don't you baby?" He'd say just before filling you with the thickest creamiest load, your grateful core claiming everything that he's giving you. Still Satoru would persist. Kisses to your legs, your body numb, your mind blank, his hands flipping you over to your stomach as he readied himself to make sure you knew just how sorry he was.

#smutxanime honeeslust #jjk season 2 #satoru x reader #satoru x you #satoruxblackreader #jjk imagines #blackgirlswhowriteanimesmut

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hellsgreatestperformance · 5 months

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Drabble for @radiostarsz

「🕸️For the last few weeks, Val had overworked him insisting on multiple shoots to reach a deadline for their projects. It was frustrating, and there were numerous times when he returned to the hotel he had barely made it to bed. And no surprise on the nights he still retained a bit of energy, he had gone to bed after a few rounds, only to wake up hung over. But one of those mornings, something caught the spider by surprise. On the bedside table was a glass of water, some tablets and...three chocolate covered strawberries? However, there was no note. No sort of indication, nor hint of the one responsible. Did he talk to Charlie the night before? Husk? Maybe they had just seen the state he was in and left it there while he slept. But there was someone else who had nursed him one night. Would he have done it again? And was it wrong to be so hopeful it was him?

The spider shifted his weight so his legs dangled off the bed. One of his hands gave his beloved companion a few ginger pets, as the others ranged in responsivity. One taking the tablets, another the water, and the final: a strawberry. And this occurred for more than one night. In fact, it was motivational. It got him through the rest of Val's demands. Until, finally, he could breathe with some time off. Cherri was aware of his schedule and came bursting through the hotel doors to take him out. Usually they went to some sort of club to get fucked up, but things changed. Charlie caught wind of it and suggested a carnival. Both of them stared at her like she was crazy, but after enough convincing ( and free money ), they all took a little trip there. Only most went their separate ways. Smiles didn't come, though. He insisted that he had important matters to tend to, but told him to enjoy his time. He had been half tempted to ask if he had left the the stuff on his bedside table, but had hesitated.

❝ Y'know, someone's been leavin' shit by my bed. ❞ He shared with Cherri. ❝ An' no one's owned up to it. ❞ ❛ What the hell are they leavin' yuh, Ange? ❜ ❝ Just some shit fer my hangover's an'- ❞ ❛ And? ❜ ❝ Don't fuckin' laugh but chocolate covered strawberries. ❞ ❛ No fuckin' way! Yuh totally got a secret admirer, bitch! ❜ ❝ So, I got plenty 'f those. ❞ ❛ Ugh, not like those fuckin' creeps ya dumbass. Someone lookin' out for ya, mate! Bet it's someone in the hotel. ❜ ❝ Really?! ❞ He smiles as he speaks, but when he catches himself, he quickly acts nonchalant about it. ❝ Yuh-yuh think so? ❞ He notices Cherri smirking at him. ❝ Hey, quit bein' smug, bitch! It could be anyone. ❞ But she just laughs. He can't take back that smile now; she won't let him.

The spider crosses all his arms as he walks with her. If there's anyone he can trust with his secrets: it's her. She's been there since he can remember. She saw all the nasty shit he went through. She was there when he was at his lowest, when he self destructed, when the anger finally formed into tears. She meant the world, and he knew he could trust her. ❝ I might know who it is. ❞ ❛ Who? Is it the cat? ❜ ❝ Could be, but I don't think it's him. It might be Alastor. ❞ ❛ Him? Yuh take somethin' without me, mate? Why would it be him? Isn't he some Overlord piece of shit? ❜ ❝ Yuh think I don't know it sounds crazy? But yuh weren't there when he - when Val- ❞ He notices how curious she is. How widely she's staring at him, and feels her hand touch his arm. ❝ It's normal, y'know Val, shit happened and he hit me, there. Any way's, when I got back that night, Smiles was there and he...he helped. ❞ The spider slightly smiled. He felt Cherri gently hit his arm. ❛ Alright, bitch, enough of this mushy shit, let's do shit! I'm gonna win me a thing! ❜ She smiled and tugged Angel along.

The two went on a ton of rides. Angel had taken Niffty on some spooky bug related thing, then they ate with their friends and won some prizes. It felt like exactly what he needed. Seeing his friends happiness was almost contagious. And for a bit, he had listened to their thrilling experiences until something in the distance caught his eyes. Was that what he thought it was? No way. Without a thought, he started walking away towards the game booth. Cherri followed him once she noticed. ❛ Angie, where yuh goin? ❜ ❝ That game over there. ❞ ❛ Why? ❜ He took her hand until they were close. ❝ Fuck me, that shit's real? ❞ ❛ What? ❜ ❝ That thing! It's a fuckin' spider wit' antlers! It's perfect! ❞ ❛ For what? You want that thing? ❜ ❝ Obviously. ❞ ❛ Piece of cake, mate. If yuh want it that bad, I'll win it fer ya. ❜ Before she could go up, he got in front of her. ❛ The fuck, Ange? ❜ ❝ I gotta do it. It ain't fer me. It's fer Smiles. ❞ ❛ Really? Huh, didn't know freaky face was into this shit. What else's he hidin? ❜ ❝ He might not be, but - fuck it. I've made up my mind. That thing's gonna be mine. ❞

The spider fueled by determination paid the man. His first few attempts were fruitless. Followed by the next few. Chances were this shit was rigged, and Cherri and him exchanged a knowing look. All he had to do was figure out how exactly it was rigged. After tossing the ball a few times in his hand, he realized that the ball may be too big for the hole, and that shit didn't go in easy. There was only one option and it was to cheat. Even Cherri seemed to realize this and shifted oddly. Wait, that might be a signal. He gave her a wink in hopes it was and noticed how her attention turned to the guy running the booth. This bitch was distracting him! Perfect! And while she did this, he made sure he won the game. The guy was in such disbelief, but when Cherri threatened to shove a bomb down his throat, he handed over the fluffy little spider/deer thing. Angel hugged it tight, squishing it against his cheek as he thanked Cherri for the help. And soon, the night came to an end.

When they returned to the hotel and went their separate ways, Angel snuck off as secretly as he could to Alastor's room. Hopefully he wasn't there. This would be fucking embarrassing if he was. He noticed two of the egg boiz about and told them not to say a word. But who knows if he could trust them since they were kind of dumb. He was about to turn the doorknob when, fuck, Charlie! He quickly hid the plush behind his back. ❛ Oh, hey, Angel, everything alright? You're going to Alastor's room? ❜ ❝ Ugh, no, well, yes. I borrowed somethin' from him an' forgot to return it. ❞ ❛ That's sweet, but this late? I'm surprised you're not tired. Well, maybe not. Who am I to assume? Silly, Charlie. I - ❜ ❝ Toots? ❞ ❛ Huh? Oh, sorry. ❜ ❝ it's fine, but remember how we're workin' on those team buildin' exercises an' shit? This is important ta that, so I really gotta get this done. ❞ He watched as she gasped. ❛ Yes! Totally! I completely understand. Ugh, so proud of you! Ok, got it. I'll see you tomorrow~ ❜ He chuckled to himself as she left before he snuck in.

No Smiles. He crept inside. It was so different being here alone. Almost gave him a sense of yearning. He missed the night he had been in here with him. Listening to an array of jazz music as they chatted. He sat down on the sofa Smiles had manifested for them, surprised it was still here. He could almost hear the melody and feel the piercing look smiles had given him that night. His fingers from his bottom left hand curled against the material before he got back up. The spider walked over to what he assumed to be a closet. Of course Smiles had more suits and jackets. His fingers brushed over the jacket and his cheeks flushed. The demon had covered him with one of these before, when he had been cold. He moved in closer and absentmindedly pressed his head against the fabric in his hand to take in the aroma. And when he caught himself, he let the fabric fall. There was no way Smiles was into him. This was stupid. He looked at the small plush he had in his hands and softly sighed. What if it was someone else? It wasn't above Charlie to be nice, but she probably would have checked in on him. Husk probably would have hinted it somehow that he looked like shit. Maybe he was just hopeful it was Smiles.

He went over to the table in the swampy area and sat down on the chair. He set the plush on the table in front of him. ❝ This is fuckin' stupid, ain't it? So he's nice once or twice ta me, big fuckin' deal. It ain't like I expect shit from 'im, y'know? ❞ He looked at the plush and sighed. ❝ But it ain't just 'bout 'im bein' nice. But the way he keeps fuckin' treatin' me, I don't know, I guess I felt special or somethin'. But what would you know? Yer just a fuckin' toy... ❞ He smacked it off the table. What if he was wrong? What if it wasn't him? Maybe Smiles would think someone else put this here. Niffty could be easy to blame. He'd buy it and would probably love it if it was from her. What would he do with it if he knew he himself had won it specifically for him? Besides, he was far friendlier with that Overlord, Rosie. Too bad it wasn't from her. She knew so much about him and he seemed to love it there. This fucking sucked. Why did he want to be his favorite anyway? Why did he have to feel anything for him?

He sighed and picked the plush back up. He got on his knees and set it in the chair. Smiles could think whatever he wanted. He could always deny this was from him, right? Just cause it was part spider didn't mean he was the one who got it. Niffty loved bugs. But, regardless, he still wanted to somehow find out what Smiles thought about it. Maybe he could use one of the egg boiz to find out. Once he felt ready, he left the room. If there was a chance Smiles was the one who had given him the things to get better, the chocolate strawberries, then he wanted to say thank you. An unspoken one. 」

#angel dust #cherri bomb #abuse mention tw #guest: charlie #drabble #radiodust #radiostarsz #surprise!#just a little fun thing for you #thanks again for the banner #and I LOVE THESE TWO SO MUCH #idk how close your alastor is to rosie but I just let angel be jelly for the drabble #hope you don't mind #food mention cw #angel&alastor with your hand resting in mine i feel a power so divine ; radiostarsz

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