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Aqua Regia — experimentation is for the bold.

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Neuvillette x Fem!reader x Wriothesley (heavy heavy wriothesley x neuvillette)

Word count: 8.6k

After being married for a few years, your husband asks if you’d be willing to… experiment a little within your intimate life. Your best friend wriothesley is happy to help.

WARNING: SMUT, NSFW 18+ MDNI

CW: m/m/f threesome, m/f and m/m sex. Wriothesley fucks you and your husband. possessiveness(neuvi), danger kink(wrio), growling, slamming into walls, making out, vaginal fingering, anal fingering(male rec), vaginal sex, anal sex(male rec), Neuvillettes inhuman tongue, mentions of Neuvillettes dragon dicks, biting, minor mentions of blood at the end, clitoral stimulation, teasing.

Authors note: okay, okay. Listen. Listen. I had to, okay? Look— it doesn’t have to be AR canon if you’re not into it. It’s not imperative to the plot. It was just so eaaaaasssyyyyyyyyyy. No, Wriothesley isn’t joining the marriage, it’s not becoming a thing, but I am a firm believer that people can fuck their besties if they wanna and it can be chill. Fuck your besties!!! Especially if they look like wriothesley!!! Let your boy best friend fuck your husband!!! Especially if your husband looks like Neuvillette!!

“Have you ever had sex with a man?”

Wriothesley spit his tea across the entirety of his desk, soaking the morning paper crossword puzzle he was half paying attention to.

“I’m sorry, what?” He sputtered, wiping the leftover tea from his mouth and gaping at you with his blue eyes wide.

You simply shrugged, pretending like his reaction wasn’t the most hilarious thing you’ve seen in months. Though, you were expecting him to react something like that.

He was your best friend, but you’d never really talked about either of your sex lives before, mostly because you didn’t have a sex life before Neuvillette, and you always felt too awkward to talk about these things with Wriothesley.

The past couple years with Neuvillette had really whittled down your self consciousness on the subject though, and your more recent conversations with your husband had left you quite curious.

“Just a question, you don't have to answer if you’re not comfortable talking about it though.” You said, nonchalantly sipping your tea, trying to hide the grin threatening its way into your cheeks.

“No, no.” He said, rolling his neck as if the shock of the moment had put a crick in it. “You just caught me off guard, that’s all. You just… don’t ever talk about this kinda stuff.”

“I wasn’t sure if you’d be comfortable discussing it with me, that's all.” You said, setting your tea down. “That and— up until Neuvillette, I didn’t really have any experience to speak of.”

He rolled his eyes. Wriothesley often joked about how gross you and your husband were. Flirting when no one was paying attention, stolen glances across the room, poorly concealed marks on your bodies— he called you shameless, teasing you but never prying.

“Well I mean, some people may find it a bit awkward, talking about the sex life of their two best friends… who happened to be married to one another…” he said.

”Do you?” You said, tone light and teasing, almost as if challenging him. “Find it awkward?”

“Not really,” he grinned. “Actually I’ve been dying to know what he’s got going on, y’know… with the whole dragon thing.” Wriothesley made a lewd gesture towards his crotch as he spoke, making you laugh.

“Ah ah, I asked first, your questions can come later.” You teased.

He chuckled, rolling his eyes again. “Fine, fine. The answer is yes, I’ve done almost everything under the sun with as many different kinds of people as there are out there.”

“Your Grace!” You said in a mock fluster. “How scandalous! What would the people say if they knew the Duke of Meropide was such a common whore!”

”Hey!” He laughed, taking your teasing just as intended. “Just because I’m not interested in a long term relationship doesn’t mean I need to be abstinent! Let a man enjoy the simple pleasures in life, you prude.”

You snorted, covering your mouth a bit as you tried not to laugh harder, Wriothesley’s wide grin and accusatory index finger pointing at you wasn't helping.

“What’s your, uh— preference in role when it comes to that type of sex?” You asked once you’d calmed down a bit.

He snorted again, making your laughter bubble back up and threaten to burst out once more.

“I’m sorry,” he said, “it's just so funny to try and see you talk about this shit.”

“Answer me!” You giggled, trying to brush him off. “I’m trying my best, here!”

He cleared his throat, attempting to take the conversation a little more seriously. “I’ve done both, and I favor neither one nor the other. It all depends on the partner, really.”

Not that you’d ever really entertained the thought of what Wriothesley looked and acted like in bed, but you could very easily picture him in a more dominant role, taking charge and leading the experience with a well practiced hand.

But picturing him in a more submissive role? Being the receiver, his broad shoulders pressed into luxurious blankets, large hands reaching up to grasp at long, silky white hair as he—

Oh. You were getting ahead of yourself.

You took the time to clear your own throat and calm your heated cheeks, trying to keep a proper posture.

“What is your opinion on people having casual sex with close friends?” You said, trying to keep your tone level and casual, as to not expose your nerves and ruin the entire conversation. If things took a sour turn, you could easily play it off as morbid curiosity.

He seemed to answer without really thinking. “I mean, I personally don’t see a problem with it, as long as everyone is consenting and, you know… chill.”

You rolled your eyes at his ridiculous and frequent use of cryo puns. You swear he did it just to get a rise out of you sometimes.

But he suddenly paused, most likely connecting some dots, as you figured he would.

“If I didn’t know any better, I might think this illustrious personal assistant was propositioning me on behalf of the Iudex, which would never happen,” his eyes thinned, turning a bit dark, but you could see the remnants of a grin threatening their way onto his face once more. “Would it?”

“Quite preposterous in theory, for sure.” You bit the inside of your cheek, refusing to meet his eyes and instead taking a delicate sip of your tea, proper and poise. “Though in practice it might not be so improbable.”

Wriothesley’s eyes glimmered as he leaned back in his chair, lacing his fingers together and watching you avoid his gaze.

He made a noise of affirmation before clicking his tongue against his teeth. “Yes, yes. Well, even so, I would find it hard to believe, considering everyone in Fontaine is aware of how devoted the honorable Iudex is to his most beloved wife.”

“Yes, well.” You sat your teacup down, eyeing the rows of books he kept while willing the heat from your cheeks. “One does not live life without developing… curiosities. And perhaps his beloved wife is curious too? It’s not so obscene to imagine.”

Wriothesley tilted his head, and out of the corner of your eyes you caught him licking his lips.

“Obscene isn’t the word I’d use when imagining it, that’s for sure.”

———————

“Are you sure about this?” He asks.

“You know you can say the word at any time and this doesn’t have to continue,” You add.

“Exactly.” Wriothesley agreed. “I’m here to do what you want, there’s no expectations. I won’t be upset or offended, literally anything that happens tonight will not affect our relationship whatsoever.”

Your heart thudded against your ribcage as you watched Neuvillette look between the two of you.

Sitting down in the living room with Wriothesley and your husband was a common occurrence, many nights of cards and drinks and laughs were shared here. But tonight was very different, the air seemed electro-charged and the fire crackling in its stone fireplace was only adding more distracting noise to the sound of your heart beat thrumming through your eardrums. Could Neuvillette hear it so loudly too?

Neuvillettes eyes still danced between the two of you, and his brow raised slightly as if in disbelief.

“You are both aware that I was the one who initially proposed this idea, correct?” He asked, slow and steady as if to make sure the words really resonated. “It would be rather foolish of me to ask something like this of the two of you, only to change my mind at the last second. Unless… you both are having second thoughts on the matter?”

Both you and Wriothesley tried to express your refusal of such an accusation at the same time, making the two of you chuckle at each other with your eagerness.

“It’s not us, it’s just…” Wriothesley paused, making a circling gesture with his spread hands, as if he was trying to gather the thoughts he couldn’t quite conjure.

“My love, you have a tendency to be a bit…” you started, looking for the right phrase to not offend him too terribly much.

“Sometimes you can come across a little…” Wriothesley looked at you, cringing a bit as he hoped you would finish as if to soften the blow.

You sighed, deciding to just come right out and say it.

”Possessive.” You said. “You can be quite possessive.”

Neuvillette only nodded, seemingly unaffected.

“It is true that I can be rather possessive of my wife, as is in a dragon's nature to protect their mate, to guard their treasures carefully.” He looked to you. “Though I don’t see how that would be a problem in this situation?”

”My darling, you growled at that tea seller from Liyue when he tried to offer me a discount.” You said, crossing your arms over your chest.

“I did not enjoy the way his eyes were roaming all over your body, as if you were some kind of confectionary treat to drool over.”

“You’ve almost broken my hand just for touching her arm.” Wriothesley deadpans.

“Unrelated.” Neuvillette huffs. “I was experiencing a fluctuation in elemental energy when the full power of the hydro sovereign was returned to its rightful owner. Any irresponsible choices I might have made during that time can be written off as flukes, one time mistakes, nothing more.”

“Any irresponsible choices like, for example, courting your personal assistant without the knowledge that she was aware that was what you were doing?” Wriothesley stood from his chair, rounding the little end table that held your books to stand behind the armchair you were perched on, facing Neuvillette on the couch.

You could see the tips of your husbands ears glow red in the firelight, and you suppressed the urge to giggle when he clicked his tongue against his teeth.

“Nonsense.” He looked at you, and his eyes softened. “The decision to court you may not have been a very well thought out one, but it was a decision I will stand by for the rest of my existence.”

You flushed. He always found a way to make your heart flutter. You were so in love with this man— dragon— you were in love with your husband, and it seemed his devotion to you was an endless pool as well.

“Well, if it's unrelated, you should have no problem with me touching her again now, hmm?” Wriothesley said behind you, and you froze a bit in shock. You didn’t think he would start this so soon, but better to get going naturally, yes? Surely if you tried to talk about it forever, it would never happen.

His large, still wrapped up hands slid down your arms, fingertips dragging along your exposed skin until he was bent over the back of the chair, nuzzling into the side of your neck. His index fingers smoothed over the insides of your wrists as he breathed in your scent, a soothing gesture surely— but it only served to rile you up even more.

You looked up at Neuvillette and involuntarily whimpered at how strained he looked. His eyes were dark, menacing. His gloved hands were gripping the edge of the couch, straining the fabric as if it was seconds away from tearing and exposing the cushion. He looked like he was about to pounce, a murderous glare trained on where Wriothesley was touching you, breathing you in.

“You smell so sweet tonight, is that a new perfume?” Wriothesley whispered, making sure his breath ghosted over your ear, causing you to shiver.

“Yes,” you squeaked, still watching Neuvillette watch you.

“Just for me?” You caught him flashing that cheeky grin in your peripherals. “You shouldn’t have.”

His hands smoothed up and down your forearms, his lips barely ghosting along your throat, the tease of it all making you breathless.

“You seem far too comfortable doing such things with your best friend, Your Grace.” Neuvillettes' tone was dark, his voice was steady and smooth like usual, but there was an underlying madness creeping around the edges of his words that set your skin on fire. “Should I be concerned?”

Wriothesley pressed his smile against the sensitive skin beneath your ear, not quite a kiss but it ripped a growl from Neuvillette’s chest all the same.

“It’s fun to play pretend sometimes, isn’t it?” The Duke whispered your name softly in your ear, and you could see his eyes dip up to finally look at Neuvillette. “We can play pretend for a little while… can’t we, doll?”

You met Neuvillettes gaze. He was livid, yes. But there was a flush on his cheekbones that wasn’t there before— a heaviness to his breath that didn’t seem to come from his anger. You nodded to Wriothesley.

“I haven’t even touched you properly yet and he looks like he’s about to burst.” Wriothesley chuckled, low and breathy in your ear, but loud enough that you were sure your husband could hear. “Tell your puppy to heel, hmm? I’m just trying to get the fun started.”

Your thighs clenched together, heat pooling to your core in droves as you watched Neuvillette, all while receiving Wriothesley’s gentle and teasing ministrations.

“Neuvillette—“ you gasped as Wriothesley moved his hands to your thighs, blowing cool air in your ear. “Are you… still okay?”

Wriothesley’s warm palms gripped onto the plush of your thighs, making your legs spread almost on their own, a natural response to the kind of feelings stirring inside you, but it still made you squirm knowing it wasn’t your husband who brought such a response from you.

Neuvillette still hadn’t responded, but you figured he would voice his concerns if he truly had any. He looked as though he was fighting against all instincts, but from a quick peek to the crotch of his pants—you could tell he was just as excited as you were.

Your hips bucked up and arms tensed as Wriothesley kissed you gently on the junction between your neck and shoulder, your thinly strapped top giving him easy access to plenty of skin.

“So responsive…” Wriothesley groaned. “Aren’t you just a little treat for me.”

You bit your bottom lip as his kiss turned wet, his tongue dragging across your skin with each press of his lips.

Your eyes fluttered shut and you whined when he nibbled on your jawline, making your hands grip the arms of the chair even tighter as his hands continued their leisurely strokes on the tops of your thighs, fingertips only slightly teasing the fabric covering the inner flesh here and there.

“Such pretty little noises too,” Wriothesley said, bringing his fingertips further into the flesh of your inner thighs on the next stroke of his hands, watching the way Neuvillette lurched at the sound of your whimpers. “Does she make such pretty noises for you too, Iudex?”

Neuvillettes voice was chipped at the edges, wavering and dark, anger and lust and all other conflicting emotions swirling in the syllables as he growled out into the firelight flickering along the dark walls.

“My touch commands sounds more beautiful than you will ever pull from her, I can assure you that.”

“That sounds like a challenge to me, Monsieur.” Wriothesley was pushing it, he really was. You were honestly shocked at how well Neuvillette was handling himself thus far, but there had to be a breaking point.

The Duke of Meropide looked your Husband dead in the eyes (you only knew he did because you watched as Neuvillette met his gaze, his pupils thinning into tiny slivers,) and dragged his fingertips up your thighs, bringing his left and to press his middle and ring fingers deeply along the seam of your pants— the seam directly covering your aching core.

Your cunt throbbed at the attention and you cried out, a little startled but mostly just overwhelmed at such a heavy and sensual touch after all the light teasing.

As quickly as the touch was there it was ripped away, your body jolting back in shock as Neuvillette was suddenly upright, bolting across the few feet between the chair and couch to push Wriothesley away from you, making the Duke stumble backwards a few steps.

If he pressed him back where he stood, his back would surely collide with the bookshelves behind him, and somewhere in his instinct driven lizard brain he must have realized that, so he grabbed Wriothesley by the lapels on his vest and hauled him against the wall perpendicular to the shelves, which happened to line up quite nicely with your field of view as you turned around in the chair.

You sat on your knees and gripped the edge of the chair back as you watched them. Their profiles illuminated by the stone fireplace, the breaths in their chests heaving as they looked at each other.

Wriothesley was no small man, but he seemed so tiny as Neuvillette loomed over him, his eyes blazing down and piercing into the Duke.

“Your impudence knows no bounds, does it, little boy?” Neuvillette growled.

Oh.

Oh, did that ever do something for you.

Wriothesley cheekily grinned under his murderous glare, looking up at him without a care in the world— like one of the most powerful beings in Teyvat wasn’t pressing him up against a wall, looking like he wanted to tear him limb from limb.

Or maybe that's exactly why he looked so happy. Wriothesley used to be a bit of an adrenaline junky, didn’t he? Nothing crazy, just jumping into the water from high cliffs, picking fights with bullies much bigger than him, that sort of thing. You figured that spark must’ve died down since his sentencing to the Fortress, but it looks like it was still alive and well, glimmering up at your husband.

“Oh,” Wriothesley breathed, shifting his knee up in between Neuvillettes thighs. “I know plenty of ways to disrespect the honorable Iudex, if he’d like me to show him.”

Neuvillette let loose a sound halfway between a growl and a moan as Wriothesley pressed his thigh into Neuvillette a little harder, grinding against what was surely an aching erection.

“Or would he rather disrespect me?” Wriothesley’s breath was heaving in his chest as he pulled Neuvillettes hands from his lapel to his throat, steadying his grip there as he moved closer, pressing further. You watched as his gaze flickered from Neuvillettes eyes to his lips, before that sinful tongue came out and absentmindedly swiped across his own bottom lip.

And that was all it took.

Neuvillette crashed into him in a flurry of teeth and tongues as he devoured Wriothesley, pinning him further against the wall with his slender hands cupping around his throat.

You gaped as Neuvillette managed to slip a knee between Wriothesley’s legs now, and you nearly moaned he ground his hips against the duke, the tents in their pants pressing against each other's hips. Every few strokes they would bump into each other until Neuvillette must have decided that he preferred when they did, because he shifted until they were pressing against each other's cocks with every grind of their hips, making Wriothesley whimper out a pitiful sound that had you feeling your heartbeat pounding between your legs.

The Duke managed to pull his arms up and over Neuvillettes shoulders, wrapping his hands around the back of your husbands neck, pulling him closer as they devoured one another.

Their breaths were heavy, the grinding of their hips making you squeeze your thighs together as you watched them. You had half a mind to think that maybe you were a bit perverted for enjoying this so much, but the other half was too enraptured by the sight in front of you and the wetness pooling in your underthings to worry too much about it.

“You kiss—“ Wriothesley breathed between kisses, “—like it's a conquest.”

Neuvillette growled, pressing himself closer, squeezing the sides of Wriothesley’s throat in warning. “Only when I have a partner so desperate to be conquered.”

Neuvillette moved his hands in favor of sucking and nibbling along the exposed skin of Wriothesley’s jawline and throat, nibbling between the black wrappings and making the Duke’s knees shudder while he moaned.

His eyes caught yours where you sat and a grin pushed its way onto his heated face.

“Look at your little wife, Monsieur.”

Neuvillette turned his head, and his pupils dilated in the firelight as he caught you so shamelessly staring, face flushed and thighs surely squeezing together.

“Bedroom.” He said, voice leveling out but having no less of its ever commanding tone.

“Bedroom.” You squeaked, nodding as you nearly fell off the chair.

—————————

“I never imagined that Madame Neuvillette would be so shameless…” Wriothesley breathed in your ear as you squirmed in his lap, head lolling back onto your husband's shoulder as the Iudex sucked along your throat from where he sat behind you.

Your clothes were long tossed off, and you pulled at Wriothesley’s tie and hand wrappings, desperate to expose more of his skin. Wriothesley chuckled and moved to take it all off, his coat and vest long since discarded into the darkened corners of your bedroom.

Satisfied with Wriothesley following your needy directions, you reached over your own shoulders to pull at your husband's shirt, wanting to feel his bare skin pressing against your own.

“My love…” you whined. “More, more— I wanna feel you.”

Neuvillette brought his fingertips to your mouth, and you whined as you pinched the tip of his glove in between your teeth, holding on as he slipped his hand from the offending fabric. He brought his other hand up to do the same, and you watched as Wriothesley’s pupils blew wide at the movement.

Your tongue lolled out of your mouth as you dropped the gloves in your lap, looking at Wriothesley with a face that was surely more lewd than he’d ever seen on you before.

Finally, his upper body was bare, and your hands roamed the wide expanse of his scarred skin.

“Kiss me?” You asked, looking at him through your lashes.

“What kinda question is that?” Wriothesley grinned as he leaned up to capture your lips. He tasted like tea, and a vague hint of your husband's lips from their earlier tryst downstairs.

You moaned as the duke's hands caressed your waist and cupped your breasts, his hips rocking up into you as your tongues danced together, messy and uncoordinated but so enjoyable.

Wriothesley pulled back and his eyes flickered behind you before a pained expression washed over his face.

“Damn it. Fuck. That’s so fuckin’ unfair.” The duke whined.

You looked back to see your husband shirtless, finally. You knew exactly what Wriothesley was whining about too.

Neuvillette was always beautiful, but all his finery and fabrics hid just how stunning he actually was.

His pale skin was flawless, glowing in the moonlight streaming in your bedroom window. His shoulders were broad, arms sculpted and showcasing the odd blue veins here and there. His abdominals were strong and lean, his trim waist dipped into his hips with a perfect v cut that drew your eyes directly towards the light speckling of hair that trailed below his navel. He had the body of a strong swimmer, he had the body of a being so beautiful not even the gods could compare.

He was stunning, he never failed to take your breath away even after years of the privilege of seeing him this way.

“I know exactly what you mean,” you pouted as you looked at him over your shoulder.

Neuvillettes long silky hair fell over his shoulder as he leaned in to crowd you against Wriothesley, his bare hands tipped in the faintest pale blue— the element he commanded pulsing through him too powerful to stay hidden away— running along Wriothesley’s sides to paw greedily at his chest, his arms caging you in and forcing you deeper into the dukes lap.

“You both act as if your forms do not beget a reaction so feral and obscene that it makes ones insides shudder in anticipation.” Neuvillette growled, his fingers trailing through the dark hairs coating Wriothesley’s chest.

Wriothesley groaned as you reached down to join your husband's perusal of his chest. Neuvillette was right about one thing at least— as beautiful as your dragon sovereign was, Wriothesley was a different sort of attractive altogether.

Wriothesley was thick. All broad shoulders and corded muscle, large arms that looked like they could pick you up and toss you across a room without issue. His waist didn’t cut in as narrow as Neuvillettes, his abdominals less defined, but you could still see the strength in him tense as you ran your hands across his body. Scarred, marked by his past tribulations and coated in a speckling of hair that just screamed that rugged sort of sexy that made your mouth water.

“Fuck,” the duke said, tossing his head back as Neuvillette ran his nails from chest to navel. “Is he always so quick with the flowery dirty talk?”

You smiled, squirming down on his lap, surely making a mess of the front of his pants. “You act like it didn’t make your cock jump.”

You bit your lip and moaned as Wriothesley grinned and bucked his hips up against your cunt as punishment.

Neuvillette leaned closer, his head dipping above your shoulder to mouth at Wriothesley’s jawline as you were squeezed between them, helpless and turned on with the Duke's erection pressing at your core and your husbands twitching against your ass.

“Your insistence on tormenting my wife will not go unchecked, Your Grace.” Neuvillette whispered as his hands pawed at the Duke's chest once more.

You could hear Wriothesley’s breath hitch as you squirmed further into his lap, and you felt your husband grab and squeeze at him while dragging nibbling kisses along his throat and jawline.

“You’re so fucking good, Neuvillette, shit—“ Wriothesley moaned, stumbling over his words a bit. “Damnit— I want to fuck you so badly.”

Everything seemed to still for a moment. Neuvillette leaned back, letting you look at Wriothesley’s flushed face and heaving chest. His cock was straining against his pants beneath you, you could feel it twitching as he looked up at both of you.

“Do you really?” Neuvillette asked.

“Wha— what?” Wriothesley breathed.

“Do you want to fuck him?” You said, sounding equally as breathless.

Wriothesley seemed confused for a moment, before his eyes darted between the two of you, his face still tinged pink.

“With the way things were going… I figured he’d be the one to— but if you—“

“Do you want to fuck Neuvillette, Wriothesley?” You asked, lowering your tone into something more sultry as you looked at him through heavy lashes.

“Fuck—“ he groaned, his eyes rolling back a bit. “Fuck yes. Yes— you have no idea.”

You both slid off of him, and Neuvillette grabbed at his thighs to pull his legs to the edge of the bed. You sat beside the Duke, watching intently as your husband lowered himself to the ground between Wriothesleys knees.

Wriothesley sat up, looking at the Iudex on his knees in front of him, and his face suddenly turned a whole new shade of red.

“You don’t have to— I mean, I said I was—“

“I want to try. Let me try it?” Neuvillettes' tone was a lot softer now that Wriothesleys hands weren’t actively on you, and you knew that would be the case.

Wriothesley propped himself up with his hands behind him. “Fuck, yes. Yes— okay.”

You leaned over to help Neuvillette undo Wriothesley pants, wanting an up close look at the way his face would change when he saw Wriothesley’s cock. And he did not disappoint you.

His eyes widened and pupils dilated as Wriothesley’s cock burst from its confines, the weight of it making it droop a bit to the side instead of smacking against his stomach. You felt your own mouth water at the sight of it. He was long and obscenely thick, you think he was perhaps even thicker than your husband, and you could see the way Neuvillettes gaze took it in, watching the gears turn in his mind as he realized he was going to try and fit this thing inside him.

A taste of your own medicine, much? You wanted to snicker.

Neuvillettes eyes dipped over to you, a look of hesitation flickering across his features. You smiled down at him, reaching a hand to card your fingers through his hair.

“Take it slowly, darling. You know what feels good, just let yourself have fun with it, okay?” You said.

He looked to Wriothesley, who just silently nodded in agreement, hands fisting the blankets and staring in almost disbelief at Neuvillette between his legs.

Finally, finally, Neuvillette leaned in and let his hot and wet tongue lick up Wriothesley’s shaft before releasing its inhuman length out to curl lewdly around the head of it, lapping up the pre-come dripping from the tip.

Wriothesley shuddered, his eyes widening even more as a desperate sound of shock was ripped from his throat, and he pulled away, scurrying himself back up the bed.

“OH!— okay okay OHkay—“ he yelped as he scrambled back. “If we keep doing that shit I’ll be done in five seconds flat. What the fuck?”

You giggled, looking at Neuvillettes' disappointed pout as Wriothesley panted beside you.

“Yeah, I had about the same reaction the first time too— though I let him keep going.”

Wriothesley sighed. “Yeah well— I said I was going to fuck him.”

The Duke shuffled out of his pants fully, tossing them on the floor. His thick thighs flexing as he kneeled on the bed.

“Sorry, sorry. We can try that again another time.” He took a deep breath, grounding himself. “If it pleases the honorable Iudex, I’d have him lie on the bed and make himself comfortable.”

Neuvillette eyed the cock still hanging hard between Wriothesley’s thighs, but listened without complaint, laying himself down on the pillows.

“Good.” Wriothesley said, the flush in his cheeks slowly dying down to something more reasonable.

He crawled closer, kneeling in between Neuvillettes spread legs, eyeing him for signs of discomfort as he slowly reached for the buttons of his pants. Neuvillette simply relaxed his face, lifting up his hips when Wriothesley pulled at the waistband to tug them off his body.

To Wriothesley, it probably looked like Neuvillette was in calm indifference, just going with the motions, but underneath, you could see your husband brimming with nerves and anticipation, his eyes blazing with need. Your husband was just incredibly used to schooling his own emotions into a mask, he was doing so now to hide his nervousness.

As his pants and undergarments were finally pulled from him, his cock twitched, long and hard and leaking as he laid there, and you simply couldn’t help yourself. You leaned down and took the head of it into your mouth, giving him a few firm sucks just to loosen the tension in his spine.

He moaned, his hand coming to your shoulder as he squirmed. You pulled away, smirking at the flush now coating his face.

Wriothesley whistled as he took in Neuvillettes completely naked form, running his hand along a smooth milky thigh, thumbing gently where it meets his hip.

Neuvillette squirmed, his hand reaching for yours. You grasped it gently, smiling up at Wriothesley. “He’s fine, just getting all quiet because he’s nervous.” You explained when wriothesley looked to you in concern.

“Nervous?” Wriothesley chuckled. “After all that? He’s nervous now?”

“Se—“ Neuvillette stuttered. “Nervousness during sexual exploration is normal, however sharing new experiences with someone that one has no sexual experience with prior can be cause for some anxiety. I am… I am fine— eager, even.”

Wriothesley smirked affectionately, rubbing Neuvillettes thighs. “Well that's good. Is it alright if I touch you now?”

”You may.” Neuvillette breathed.

You continued to hold his hand as you sat down by his hips, eyeing the way Wriothesley squeezed his inner thighs appreciatively.

His large calloused hands spread up and cupped around Neuvillettes pelvis, his thumbs gently running along his balls, watching gleefully as the Iudex twitched under his teasing touch.

A hand finally came up to grasp his cock, starting a slow pace of languid strokes, making you both eye the precome beading at his tip as Neuvillette bit his lip and watched.

“You know, I was expecting something a little more… dragon-like down here.” Wriothesley teased, eyeing Neuvillettes cock before tracing his gaze appreciatively all over his naked body. “You’re fucking ridiculously big, and so damn flawless it’s certainly a little inhuman… but not what I was expecting.”

Neuvillette watched as Wriothesley’s hand picked up the pace, only to slow right down once more, his calloused fingers squeezing here and there as his other hand still teased the junction between his pelvis and thigh.

“This is my… least alarming form.” Neuvillette breathed, and you watched as his brow twitched. he was certainly holding back. “I thought it appropriate to keep the experience as close to… normal as possible.”

“His other form is so pretty,” you pouted, twirling your index finger around Neuvillettes pert nipple, the pink flesh pebbling from all the attention. “But he wont let me play with them… he says I’ll just end up hurting myself.”

“Them?” Wriothesley’s hand paused as he looked at you with a raised brow.

You gave him a cheeky grin, raising up two fingers as you glanced down at Neuvillettes cock. Wriothesley audibly swallowed as you gestured a measurement well over a foot with your hands and mouthed the word big with some finality in your expression.

“Your mortal body is not equipped to deal with such—“ Neuvillette was cut off by his own choked groan as Wriothesley bent down to lap at the head of his cock, blue eyes still staring up at your husband with such intensity.

“You’re telling me you have two cocks?” Wriothesley teased between strokes of his hand and tongue, watching as Neuvillette writhed on the bed. “And you’ve been holding out on our girl here?”

Neuvillette’s head snapped up, glaring at Wriothesley between his spread legs.

“Mine.” His voice was a rasping growl, eyes aflame. “Not yours.”

You watched Wriothesley shudder, his grin ever present as he simply continued the strokes and little licks around your husband's leaking cock.

“Oh fuck, that’ll never not be hot.” He murmured almost to himself as Neuvillette settled back down at your soothing touch running along his chest.

“He’s just teasing you, my love.” You whispered to him, nibbling along his pointed ear. “Everyone knows I belong to you.”

“You have to let me see them,” Wriothesley chuckled as he sat back up, pinching along Neuvillettes thighs. The sight of your husband spread wide and flushed was enough to send pulses of searing heat between your legs, and you simply couldn’t take it anymore.

Neuvillette cleared his throat, avoiding eye contact with The Duke as you settled to lay down on the bed beside him, rolling on to your side to face him. You nuzzled into your husbands neck, kissing and nibbling at his skin as if it would soothe the ache in your core.

“Perhaps another time.” Neuvillette didn't sound very thrilled, in fact he sounded rather embarrassed. You remember how long it took to convince him to let you see his more dragonian features.

Wriothesley smiled at the premise of another time, another instance of this happening between the three of you. It seemed that he certainly wasn’t going to object.

“Lubricant?” The Duke asked.

“Top drawer, right side.” You mumbled from your mission of scattering purpling marks along your husband's collar bones.

You felt Wriothesley shift as you wrapped your arms around Neuvillettes neck, bringing your lips to his for a fervent kiss. He consumed you, his inhuman tongue twirling with yours and dipping deeper than usual, teasing your gag reflex and pushing little tears to form at the corners of your eyes.

Wriothesley was back, spreading the lubricant along his fingers. “I’ll start slow, okay?”

“I am not made of glass, your Grace.” Neuvillette scoffed slightly as he paused your kiss.

“Have you done this before?” He looked between the two of you.

“No, I didn't want to hurt him, I’ve never done anything like this.” You said, looking up at Wriothesley before your eyes were pulled right back to the lewd sight of Neuvillette running his tongue along his bottom lip.

“Exactly. I know what I’m doing. Let me do it.”

You and your husband nodded, seemingly more interested in sucking on each other's tongues than Wriothesley’s scolding. That is, until Neuvillette paused, his eyes widening.

“There, there's one. How is it?”

A rough breath pushed from Neuvillettes nose, as he shifted, and you watched the muscles in Wriothesley’s arm flex as he pumped the digit in and out of your husband, slowly and with a careful gaze.

“It is… different.” Neuvillette finally said, letting you nibble on his bottom lip.

“Good. Please say something if you feel any pain or discomfort.” Wriothesley’s eyes were sparkling as his eyes flipped between watching the two of you and watching his finger sink in and out of Neuvillettes hole. “Think you can take another?”

“Yes.”

Wriothesley’s fingers were thick, you knew that. Watching Neuvillettes face change color as Wriothesley pressed a second finger inside made you writhe beside him.

A small noise left Neuvillette as Wriothesley started his slow pumps once more, and your eyes nearly rolled to the back of your head. You rolled to your back, immediately spreading your legs and running fingers along your clit, still watching your husband try to hang on to his composure.

You whined as Neuvillette gripped the blankets beneath him, his breaths becoming heavier as his face grew more red. Wriothesley was picking up the pace, slowing every now and then with a focused expression, as if he was looking for something.

The Duke watched you as he kept going, smirking down at your shameless display.

”Awe, you both just have such greedy little holes, don’t you?” His hand wrapped around your ankle, pulling you down the bed closer to him. A surprised squeak left your lips, and you watched with wide eyes as Wriothesley reached his free hand over to pet at your leaking cunt, fingertips slipping through and pressing so wonderfully.

He pressed the tip of one finger into your hole, before pulling back out and squeezing two inside you, slow and hot and so good. You keened at the stretch, your achey walls screaming at the sensation of finally being stimulated.

“There you go, ‘that what you needed, pretty girl?” he asked.

You nodded obediently, spreading your legs further as he pumped his fingers in and out of your hole, your back arching as you moaned and cried for him.

You turned to look at your husband, who was surely fuming at another man touching you so blatantly, but you were only met with a flushed and panting mess.

It seemed in your distraction, Wriothesley had added another finger, and Neuvillette was reacting sensationally to the pleasure. His voice was still held back, but you saw his eyes glazed over with lust, his little fanged teeth biting into his bottom lip.

Before you could get too distracted, Wriothesley crooked his fingers inside you, making you sob out and arch your back as he prodded at your g-spot.

To your surprise, Neuvillette cried out at the same time as you, a loud whine being ripped from his throat.

“Found it,” Wriothesley grinned.

The dam had finally cracked, though only a trickle of Neuvillettes true expressions were leaking through. He softly groaned, his eyes rolling back as his horns glowed, his hands nearly tearing holes in the sheets.

“Yeah?” You breathed, still spinning from Wriothesley’s fingers stroking inside you. “Does it feel good, my love? Are you enjoying yourself?”

“Your Grace,” Neuvillette panted, tilting his head up to meet Wriothesley’s heavy gaze. “I… I need—“

“What do you need, Your Honor?” Wriothesleys hands pumped in sync now, heavy strokes of his fingers stimulating you both. His smirk was smug, his eyelids heavy and cool eyes blazing.

You could feel your core tightening, the pleasure mounting inside you.

“Wrio…” You keened.

“Fuck, who knew that you’d both be such sluts? You’re both just begging for cock, aren’t you?”

He leaned down, pressing a messy kiss to Neuvillettes lips, and you watched Wriothesley nibble on his bottom lip before pulling away from your husband completely, slipping his hands from the both of you.

“Let me get you riled up before I fuck you, hmm? You’re so hot when you’re being possessive.”

Neuvillette looked confused for a moment but the realization dawned across his face as Wriothesley moved to gather your thighs in his hands, pushing your knees back until they rested on either side of your head.

“Just need a little taste of it, sweetheart.” Wriothesley murmured, running his ridiculously thick cock along your folds.

You squirmed, hands balling into tight fists in anticipation. Looking at Neuvillette, you watched as his eyes grew dark once more, and he looked as if he was going to rip Wriothesley away from you at any moment.

“The more fuss you put up, the longer I’ll fuck her— which means the more you’ll have to wait.” Wriothesley teased the head of his cock against your hole, and your back arched as if to encourage him.

Neuvillette settled back, though a deep predatory noise rumbled from his chest, and you could feel Wriothesley’s cock twitch against you.

“Fuck, I’ll never get over that.” The Duke nearly whined.

“Please,” you whimpered, your words starting to slur from the fog clouding your mind. “I wan’ it”

”Yeah? Think you can handle it?” Wriothesley added more pressure, wetting the tip of his already weeping cock, teasing you further. “You only took two fingers, you think that's enough to take this?”

”Please, please,” you bucked your hips, whining again when he pulled back. “I can take it, I can take it, I swear.”

Wriothesley chuckled, low and deep and so seductive. “If you say so…”

After a moment that felt like it dragged on for hours, Wriothesley finally pressed into you, and your eyes blew wide, your mouth hanging open in a silent scream.

He was thick. You were so insistent on taking him, you didn’t think about the consequences of not being adequately prepared. In a perfect world, you’d have likely taken three or even four of the Duke's lovely fingers and perhaps a couple orgasms to loosen yourself up before taking this claymore of a cock.

But oh, were you a glutton for punishment.

It stretched you so completely, not unlike the way it felt the first time your husband entered you this way, though he always seemed to prepare you more than necessary to ensure your comfort and pleasure.

“Think I can wring one out of you before I fuck your husband?” Wriothesley grinned as he bottomed out, watching your face as you tried to process how ridiculously full you felt. It was like he was in your throat, carving out a new space in your insides just for him to fit into perfectly.

Then he started moving.

Your cunt instantly fluttered around him, the position he had you pressed into forced the fat head of his cock to press against your g spot with insane precision, and the Duke slowly worked his thrusts into a rough slapping of your hips, until he was fucking you at cruel and brutal pace.

“Oh, oh!” You cried out, unable to do anything but take it, staring at the ceiling as your walls fluttered around him, squeezing and clenching as your orgasm built.

You could hear your husband's low growls, but you could also hear a secondary wet noise, prompting you to glance over in your haze of pleasure.

You keened out as you saw Neuvillette stroking himself in time with Wriothesley’s thrusts, his eyes dark and menacing but the twitch of his cock was unmistakable.

“Yeah, that's it sweetheart,” Wriothesley groaned. “Give it to me.”

And you did.

It shattered through you, the build up so quick and harsh that the tipping point had you crying out, writhing around in his hold as you came with such force it made you squeal.

“Good,” Wriothesley whispered, gently pumping his cock into you, prolonging your pleasure. “Good girl.”

You felt a cool hand reach for your thigh, your husband's possessive growling reaching closer to your ears, before Wriothesley’s hands pushed him away, his cock slipping from you rather quickly as he pinned Neuvillette to the bed beside you.

“Nuh-uh,” he chided. “Good boys wait their turn, monsieur.��

“I‘ll tear your hands from your body if you do not use them properly in the next five seconds, Wriothesley.”

“Ooh, violent.” Wriothesley smiled, pinning both of Neuvillettes hands within one of his own, bringing the free one down to run a thumb along your husband's bottom lip. “But I believe that would be a most heinous crime, Monsieur. And though I don't think you’d last a week down in the fortress, I’d make sure your time there was very, very comfortable.”

Wriothesley pressed his hips against Neuvillette, rubbing their cocks together in a lewd squelch that made you whimper and flush, realizing that it was your own arousal coating Wriothesley and making the slide of their lengths so wet and smooth.

“Let me fuck you,” Wriothesley breathed as he stared into Neuvillettes heated eyes. “Fuck, I need it.”

Neuvillette keened, his cock twitching and drooling where Wriothesley pressed against him. Though his brow was still furrowed, his hands still thrashing in the Duke's grip, he nodded, murmuring something that sounded like a breathy “please”.

Wriothesley wasted no time reaching down to thrust three fingers back into Neuvillettes hole before pulling out and lining his cock up, still dripping in your juices.

“It’ll be a lot at first, just try to relax for me.” He murmured against Neuvillettes ear, his muscular forearm tensing where it held him up.

You watched as he pressed forward, as your husband's mouth fell open, his eyes widening as he gazed up at The Duke, his hands clutching the sheets beneath him.

Your mind was in a haze, watching as Wriothesley started his slow and sensuous pace, the line of his hips driving into Neuvillette in a way that made your insides shudder.

His voice was a symphony of broken little sounds, smaller and more vulnerable than you were used to hearing, but his flushed face and bite-swollen lips looked so enticing.

“Is that good?” Wriothesley whispered as he leaned over him, pushing your husband's thighs wider, further back. “You like it?”

Neuvillette released a weak whimper, and you could see the wetness pooling behind his ethereal eyes. Even so, he gave a delicate little nod.

“You’re squeezing me so tight, beautiful.” Wriothesley groaned, his pace quickening. “Fuck, between the two of you, I’m not going to last long.”

You realized you were absently swirling your fingertips along your puffy clit, the pleasure in you from watching them too much for you to handle— you needed release.

Wriothesley’s eyes flickered between the two of you, watching you both, and you could see the muscles in his abdomen tighten.

“Gods—“ Wriothesley made the mistake of moaning out that dreaded word.

Neuvillettes legs snapped around his waist, his clawed hands gasping at his shoulders, at his back as he pulled Wriothesley closer and growled.

“No.” He rasped, fire burning in his gaze as his claws pulled at Wriothesley’s shoulder blades, making the duke shudder and cry out. “No gods. Only me.”

Your fingers stuttered as your thighs shook, your high approaching much sooner than you realized, your sensitive folds dripping and aching for it.

“Oh, fuck—“ Wriothesley groaned, leaning down to breathe into the crook of Neuvillettes neck as his hips stuttered too. “Neuvillette—“

Neuvillette did something you’ve only seen him do a few times, on occasions of high intensity and emotional wreckage during your intimate moments. It was a primal and animalistic act, a response brought on through his instincts and inner feelings, typically hidden by his proper decorum and high intellect.

He opened his mouth wide and latched his teeth possessively into the meat of Wriothesley’s trapezius muscle, deep and firm.

Wriothesley nearly screamed, his hands white knuckling the sheets as he came, gasping and pumping into your husband with a shocked and embarrassed expression, the blush on his face so extreme it trailed down to his shoulders.

Neuvillette groaned, and you watched his cock jump and spray deep splatters of white across his chest and abdomen, even up onto Wriothesley— all while still latched onto him, teeth baring down possessively into the flesh. Small rivulets of blood began pooling where his tongue wasn’t laving it up, and you shuddered and came at the sight of it all.

Your body arched, mind going blank as it hit you.

When your sight returned, all you could hear were three sets of panting breaths, three pounding hearts in the moonlight pooling in the room.

Your heart stuttered out a little bout of jealousy at the sight of Wriothesley petting your husbands silky hair as he soothed him away from his aching shoulder, watching the droplets of blood pool in the wetness left behind from his mouth.

But as Neuvillette relaxed back into the pillows, wriothesley looked up at you with a cheeky grin, wriggling his eyebrows at you, and suddenly the stillness of the room was broken by your unfiltered giggles.

Wriothesley joined you, his chuckling making Neuvillette look at you both in utter confusion. The Duke of Meropide raised his hand, and you limply sat up to meet it, clapping your hand against it in a high five both childish and out of place for the aftermath of such a heated exchange.

“That was… crazy.” Wriothesley said, pulling himself from Neuvillette and sitting back on the bed.

Your giggles calmed, and you snuggled up against your still gaping husband, who continued to look between the two of you with a flushed face and furrowed brow.

“Yeah, I was not expecting it to be like that.” You said as you ran your hands along Neuvillettes chest, soothing him.

You were expecting a bit more awkward tension— but then again, Wriothesley was your best friend. Everything felt easy with him, and even in the aftermath, you couldn’t help but feel light and happy, not an ounce of shame or awkwardness to speak of.

“This exchange…” Neuvillette looked between the two of you, wincing as he tried to sit up less than gracefully. “…is it a positive one? I understand that laughing has more than one meaning, I trust that this means you both enjoyed yourselves?”

You and Wriothesley looked at him, and then each other before you both burst out in another fit of giggles.

“Mmn.” Neuvillette hummed, his face now relaxed and serene. “I take it you’re staying to do our laundry, Your Grace?”

Wriothesley’s laughter sobered up in an instant. “Uh, what?”

“Well, considering that you’ve yet to clean up the mess you left between my legs, which I can feel attempting to drip onto my silk bed sheets, I assume you’re planning on washing them after you’re done relaxing?”

Neuvillette wasn't one for unnecessary messes, always rushing to clean you up after your trysts. He wasn't opposed to a mess or two, but would very promptly strip the bed afterwards to avoid staining his very expensive and very old silks.

Now it was your turn to giggle alone as Wriothesley’s eyes widened at the space between your husbands open thighs, tumbling off the bed in his haste with a grumbled “oh, shit!” As he raced to find a cloth.

“Thank you for indulging me, my love.” Neuvillette whispered against your temple as he pressed a kiss there, holding you closer.

“Do you have any more ideas?” You smirked, and he smiled finally, scrunching his nose playfully at you.

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Authors note: not my finest work, i kinda lost interest halfway through if you can’t tell. I still wanted to finish it and actually have something to post for y’all while i crawl my way out of this creative block, so visiting the old wips is a must. Anyways, let me know what you think, comments and reblogs are most important!! Love you all so much. —Rae🖤

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hazbinwhoree · 2 months

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Hello !!<3 I've been reading your works and I adore your writing style and how you write Adam. I was wondering if you could do Adam x m!reader smut where its his first time with a guy? I'd imagine he would be awkward but still act overly confident lol (also maybe some wing stuff? :3)

Cocky Bastard

“Have you ever done it with a guy?” (Name) asks. “No… but I’ll still be great at it because I’m the motherfucking Dickmaster. Plus it’s just another hole.” (Name) rubbed the bridge of his nose. “Beautifully put, Adam, thank you.”

They were in Adam’s bedroom, which was surprisingly neat (Name) had noticed. They stood on opposite sides of the bed, looking at one another.

(Name) sighed, rolling his eyes. “Alright, Dickmaster, show me what you’ve got.” Adam looked unsure for a brief moment before he plastered a grin on his face. “Come here.”

(Name) does, rounding the bed to Adam’s side and yelping when he picked him up and threw him on the bed. Adam crawled on top of him but then faltered, not knowing what to do next. (Name) took pity on him and pulled him down for a kiss.

Making out, yeah, Adam was good at that. Adam was familiar with that.

Until he felt (Name)’s erection pressing against his thigh. He kind of short-circuited, freezing. “Isss everything okay?” (Name) asked, slightly concerned. Adam nodded. “Yup. Fantastic.”

“You know, we could pause and I can explain things to you if you have any questions or concerns–” “NOPE.” Adam was determined to prove he knew what he was doing. He’d be damned if he didn’t please (Name) by the end of the night.

He began to shed his clothing. “Well get naked.”

(Name) rolled his eyes and but still began undressing. When they were both completely bare, there was a beat of silence. “Right. Yeah,” Adam said, eyes glued to (Name)’s dick. He definately knew what to do with that (he did not). But he figured (Name) would like a handjob to start, which was easy cause he masturbates. He knows the motions.

Adam does just that, and (Name) groans, surprised by the forward touch but definitely not unpleased. Adam began moving his hand as he would on himself and (Name) seemed to be enjoying it so Adam felt good about himself.

Name reached around Adam to begin petting his wings and Adam shuddered. “Fuck-“

(Name) smirked. “I know that feels good~”

His petting faltered as his breathing began to get heavier and he tried to warn Adam, “I’m cumming–” but not in time for them to save a mess from happening. (Name) came all over his own stomach and Adam’s hand.

Experimentally, Adam licked it. It did not taste good.

“That was good,” (Name) praised, and Adam basically radiated relieved happiness. “So, top or bottom?”

“Top,” Adam answers a little too quickly. (Name) just laughs. “Okay.” He climbed off the bed to go retrieve his bag, which he ruffled through until he found what he was looking for. He pulled out a bottle of lube and Adam’s dick twitched in excitement.

He hands the bottle to Adam and gets on his hands and knees. Eagerly, Adam comes up behind him on his knees, coating his fingers in lube and pushing them into (Name). (Name) groaned. Adam curled his fingers. He added a third when there stopped being resistance, and pumped his fingers in and out for a minute before deciding he’d prepped enough.

He hadn’t really, but (Name) was no virgin so he was alright.

Adam coated his dick with lube before pouring some on (Name)’s ass. Then he lined himself up, and slowly began to push in.

Both men groaned at the sensation.

Adam bottomed out, stilling to allow (Name) to adjust to his size. He reached around and grabbed (Name)’s dick, repeating the motions from earlier. (Name) whined, and Adam slowly began to thrust.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” Adam hissed. His thrusts picked up pace, his hips slamming against (Name)’s ass. (Name) buried his face in the sheets.

Adam hit (Name)’s prostate and (Name) cried out in pleasure. Adam took note and made sure to not change his angle, hips speeding up even more. (Name) would make a noise every time Adam hit his prostate and it was Adam’s new favorite sound.

He was pounding into (Name), the room filled with panting, moaning, and the sound of skin against skin. Adam never slowed his minstrations on (Name)’s dick, and he could tell by the way it twitched that he was close.

Adam was close too, biting his lip. “I’m gonna, fuck, cum,” (Name) panted. “Cum for me, baby.” Adam’s words, hand around his dick, and hits against his prostate sent (Name) over the edge. He came, making a mess of the sheets, and the thought sent Adam over the edge.

He loved a mess in the bedroom.

“Fuck,” Adam groaned, his hips stuttering. He came, thrusting deep. He held still there as he came down from his high, panting and sweating. When he caught his breath, he pulled out, and (Name) immediately collapsed on his side.

Adam lay down next to him, cuddling into his chest, which was still heaving. (Name) kissed his head. “You did great,” he praised.

“Of course I did! I told you, I’m the fucking Dickmaster.”

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upsidedownwithsteve · 10 months

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okay, back at it again with the requests, feel free to toss me to the back of the line I love you

I'm thinking of friends with benefits grumpy!Steve who had a bad day and sunshine!Reader who is starting to catch feelings for him and wants to make it better. potentially along the lines of:

the least toxic version of “I can fix him”

18+

It wasn’t like Steve was ignoring you on purpose. He’d invited you round after all. But his day had went from bad to worse since he left you outside your front door that morning with a kiss, and by the time you walked into his bedroom in the evening, he was already face down in bed.

“Rough day?” You’d asked sympathetically, toeing off your shoes so you could clamber onto the mattress with him.

You received a grunt from where his mouth was pressed to his pillow and you pouted, poking a socked toe into his ribs. Steve’s hand caught your ankle, thumb rubbing over the bone there, but he didn’t make any other move to get you closer. So you shuffled over, sundress dancing over your thighs, rucking up higher and higher as you moved. You pushed at Steve’s shoulder until he relented, rolling onto his back with another long suffering groan that only stopped when you straddled him.

He opened his tired eyes, his hands falling from his face to grasp at your bare thighs, a sure sign that he wanted to keep you exactly where you were. You smiled down at him, too happy, squirming against in his lap for good measure. It didn’t take long for you to feel his cock kick up against the lace of your underwear in interest, half hard already, as sleepy as he was.

Steve pouted, “honey—”

“Oh, he speaks,” you quipped, running your hands from his chest to his tummy, soft with that trail of hair that led into his jeans. You traced a finger down his navel, made his hips buck up a little, out of his control. “You wanna tell me what’s wrong?”

You left the question open ended and up to him, a no pressure start to a conversation that Steve honestly didn’t have the energy for - at least not right now. So he shrugged and looked apologetic.

“Just a really bad day,” he tried to explain. “M’sorry, I’m just crazy stressed about—”

“It’s okay,” you interrupted. You leant down and pecked his lips, a sweet and short touch that Steve tried to chase. “You don’t have to get into it right now if you don’t wanna.”

The boy smiled at you gratefully, running his palms up and down your thighs. He squeezed the dough there in thanks and tried to sit up to catch another kiss but Steve frowned when you pushed him back into the sheets.

“Baby, what—?” Steve broke off when you pulled at his belt buckle, popping open the button of his Levi’s. “Oh, shit.”

“I’m sorry you’ve had a bad day, Stevie,” you murmured sweetly. Your small hand dipped inside his boxers, fingers wrapping around his stiff cock. You blinked prettily at him, a smile on your face and your bright blue sundress fanning around his thighs. “I can give you head, if you want?”

Steve let out a curse, mouth falling open. You heard him suck in a breath. “Fuck, honey, you don’t need to do that.”

You pouted, eyes glittering because Steve was a sweetheart, but you could see right through him. His cock was throbbing in your hand and when you squeezed experimentally, his head fell back into the sheets, his Adam’s apple bobbing in his throat.

“What if I want to?”

Another groan, more whiny this time, prettier to hear. “Yeah?”

You nodded, lip tucked between your teeth and you began pumping him in your hand, thumb swirling over the tip. “Yeah, handsome.”

When Steve didn’t argue back, you moved down his legs until you got comfortable between them, tapping at his hip so he lifted up, letting you shuck down his jeans and boxers enough for his cock to spring free. You didn’t tease, not when he was in a mood like this, although the stress seemed to disappear when you lay on your tummy between his spread legs, elbows keeping you up and hands guiding his cock to your waiting mouth.

You licked over the tip of him, tongue flat and eager and Steve immediately fell back onto the bed, hands grabbing at his own hair in fear of pulling yours too hard. “Baby,” he moaned, doing his best to lean up to watch you. You took him into your mouth, tongue flattened against him as you began to suck. “Baby.”

You only released him with an audible pop to drool a little down the length of him, doe eyes holding Steve’s stare as he let out a filthy noise. “Better already?”

Steve could only nod.

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thatonegenshinsimp · 1 year

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I can’t believe you made me fall in love with capitano- you just wrote him so beautifully! I was wondering if you could write something like that for pantalone and dottore too, that would make me die peacefully :’)

Anon, this made me so happy you have no idea. Of course I shall write for Dottore and Pantalone! I’ll have to write Pantalone’s part separate from this one though.

Warning- Spoilers for Dottore’s real name and the Sumeru Archon Quest if you squint below!

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You were terrified when you heard the Tsaritsa tell you that you were to marry the Second Harbinger, Dottore. You had heard of his rather… gruesome methods of experimentation on humans, and feared that the same would happen to you if you incurred his wrath. The only one you felt you could trust was your handmaiden, Claire, who hailed from Fontaine.

From what he had heard about you, Dottore knew that you were a scholar from Sumeru, and journeyed to Snezhnaya originally to help take care of your sick mother. She had succumbed to her illness, causing you to inherit her house and all she owned. You were slow to open up to others, especially if they had a background that was anything like his. However, you intrigued him immensely, and he wanted to know everything he could about you. You were his wife, after all, and he should be taking his role as your husband a little more seriously than he had been since you both got married. He thought about what to do, looking outside his window at the setting sun. That’s when he got an idea, a smirk adorning his face as he rose from his desk chair and opened the door to his office. He walked down the hall and, as his luck would have it, bumped into your handmaiden. “Oh, Lord Dottore, may I help you with something?” She asked. His smirk widened. “Yes. Tell my wife to meet me in the dining hall in thirty minutes.” he spoke. “My Lord, she is currently-” “Did I stutter, little mouse? You best scurry along before I decide I need a new lab rat on my hands after tonight.” he threatened, watching her run back down the hall. Yes, dinner with you sounded quite lovely tonight. This way, he could also learn more about you.

You nervously fidgeted with your dress as Claire fastened your hair in a bun, making sure that not a single strand was out of place. You were worried about why Dottore called for you to join him tonight, since he usually elected to eat in his office alone. However, you did not realize just how much you would reveal to him this night.

Dottore sat across from you at the table, having, for the first night since your wedding night, taken off his mask in front of you. His red eyes seemed to stare you down, his crimson gaze almost pinning you to your seat. You were jumpy at everything he said, constantly on edge, and he seemed to find it highly amusing to watch. However, his demeanor changed when the rest of the servants left the room. “If I may ask, why is it that you seem to avoid me every chance you get?” he asked, his voice suddenly much quieter in tone. After a few minutes, you spoke, having thought about your answer for quite some time now. You looked up and let your gaze meet his. “Well, would you mind if I were completely honest with you?” you asked, causing him to shake his head. “Of course I wouldn’t mind. It is my greatest wish to find out more about you.” he replied. “Will you promise not to get angry with me?” you requested. Without hesitation, Dottore nodded. “It is because you have scared me for the longest time. I don’t... I don’t exactly know how to go about approaching you. I’m scared that I might anger you, and I’ve heard about how you treat those who anger you.” You voiced. Dottore waited patiently until you’d finished speaking. “Would it help if you knew more about me?” He asked, receiving a nod from you in response. “My real name isn’t actually Dottore, it’s Zandik. You may call me as such if you wish to do so. I am from Sumeru, and studied Mechanical Life for a while before deciding to further pursue it here in Snezhnaya after my expulsion from the Akademiya. My research so far here has been a success.” He explained. You nodded. “I tried to study things like that, but gave up after my second year at the Akademiya, and started studying medicine after hearing of my mother’s condition. The whole reason I even joined the Fatui in the first place was to try and secure the medicine to help her with her illness.” You explained. “And your mother?” He asked. You sighed, resting your head in your hands. “She passed away two years ago. There was a “debt” of sorts that my mother left unpaid to the Fatui, so I was forced to marry either you or one of the other Harbingers of her choosing. She chose to marry me off to you.” You explained. Dottore was not one to give comfort often, as he was not very experienced with social cues and interactions with large groups of people. Even so, he still went over to you and sat beside you, putting a hand on your shoulder as you tried to calm down. After you were able to speak, you looked over at Dottore and took a deep but shaky breath. “Thank you, you didn’t need to comfort me.” You spoke, causing him to sigh. “You’re lucky, I normally do not do embarrassing things such as this, but I suppose that I ought to get used to having you around if you’re my wife.” He replied, letting go of you. “If you’re finished with dinner, then I’d suggest that you get some sleep. The body wastes a lot of energy crying.” He advised. You nodded, getting up from your seat and walking to the bedroom. You changed into your sleepwear and laid down, before hearing Dottore’s voice from the doorway. You looked at him as he spoke. “I shall check on you later, my experiments require my attention, and I will be busy until the late hours of the night. Get some sleep.” He voiced, leaving before you could say anything else to him.

From that day on, you would try to spend most of your time in his office, giving what input you could about his experiments, and helping with what he needed to the best of your ability. One day, he pointed it out.

“Why is it that you’re suddenly much closer than before?” he asked. You only smiled and repeated what he said that started this. “I suppose I ought to get used to having you around if you’re my husband, Zandik.” you replied, taking him by surprise. “Would you look at that? It seems that the viper really can bite back.” he snickered, grabbing your wrist and pulling you into his lap. Your face reddened as he took off his mask and set it on the desk. “What an interesting one you are, I’ll have to make sure to keep you around.” he said, twirling a lock of your hair around his finger as he read over the notes that one of his segments took on a recent experiment in his laboratory in Zapolyarny Palace. You stayed in his lap like that until he was done looking over his notes, and set down his pen. “I would assume that there is something you want if you’re still here.” he observed. “Does your company count?” you asked, looking up at him as you leaned your head against his shoulder. With a long, drawn out sigh, he wrapped his arms around you and rested his head on top of yours.

“Yes, I suppose it does.” he replied.

#genshin impact #genshin #genshin impact x reader #dottore #dottore x reader #dottore x fem!reader

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wambsgansshoelaces · 5 months

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Something Sweet; Chapter 1

read the prologue here, and chapter 2 here! please leave your thoughts- I’d love to improve! Enjoy!

word count: 1,700+

Black Friday is no different than Thanksgiving for your bakery. Nobody really comes in- it’s just a day of experimentation for you. You have a cake to decorate for tomorrow, anyway, so you’re happily occupied for the day.

You think about the guy from yesterday a lot. You hope that he’s okay, and that he got himself to wherever he was going safely. You catch yourself thinking about him a little too often- you have to admit, you did find him cute.

The cake you’ve been commissioned to make is for some little kid’s birthday party, and your instructions were to make it explicitly Spider-Man themed. You’ve been caught up on the MCU for quite some time- it’s not that good anymore, to be honest- but the Spider-Verse movies were some of the best you’d seen in recent years. You spend the morning dying buttercream red while the sponge cake itself chills in the freezer.

You must be a little too absorbed in it, however, because somebody calls “Hello?” into the back.

When you see him, your heart gives a happy little flutter. “You.”

He looks much better than yesterday. The bags under his eyes are lighter, he isn’t as fidgety, and there’s an air of sobriety about him. “Yeah. Me. I realize we never introduced ourselves..” You can hear paper crinkle in his hands, but you can’t see what he’s holding from over the pastry display. Maybe you were wrong about the fidgeting bit.

“I’m Kendall. Kendall Roy.” He sticks his hand over the counter, and you shake it.

“So that’s how I know you.” His grip is firm, despite his otherwise raggedy appearance. It’s what you’d expect of a Roy. “I’m Y/N. I own the place.”

“Um, can we…?” he gestures back to a booth. You round the counter and you both settle across from each other like yesterday. You can see what Kendall was fidgeting with now- a tiny bouquet of lillies held together by a sloppily tied pink ribbon. “For you. Because I was freeloading yesterday.”

You take the flowers and set them in your lap, smiling softly. “You really didn’t need to. You needed some help yesterday, so I gave it to you.”

He looks down into his hands. He’s not dressed as nicely as he was yesterday- no watch, no dress pants, just sweats and a hoodie. “I have those episodes sometimes, and the wrong people always get caught in them. I really do want to make it up to you.”

“Again, you really did nothing wrong. I mean, sure, whatever you were on yesterday probably wasn’t a good idea, but we live and we learn, right?” You stand, holding the flowers to your torso. “Want coffee?”

“I’ll pay for one, yes.”

You round the counter again, setting the bouquet somewhere safe and you start the coffee machine with some coffee bits you ground that morning. “No, you won’t.”

“I’m being serious.” Kendall hadn’t followed you into the back, peeping over the counter like a puppy separated from its mother. “I have the money to spare.”

“We’re friends. I really don’t mind, Kendall.”

His name, you realize, sounds perfect off your tongue.

“But I do, Y/N.” He peers up at the menus hanging from your ceiling. “You only charge $2 for a coffee? You’re a saint.” He takes out his wallet and tosses a wad of twenties across the counter.

“I’m not taking that,” you say over your shoulder, pouring coffee into two separate cups. “Do you want cream or sugar? Or maybe you’re a honey and milk guy?”

“Just some honey, please. And I don’t care. You’re keeping the change.”

You don’t say anything, sliding him a cup.

જ⁀➴

You’d argued over who’d take the money for another ten minutes before you kicked him out of the bakery for impudence. Kendall, accepting defeat, had scribbled his number on a napkin and pressed it into your hand, and now here you sat trying to figure out what to text him.

Eventually, you settle on keeping it simple; hey kendall, it’s y/n !

He responds almost immediately.

It’s good to hear from you.

A pause.

I thought you wouldn’t text me.

He texts the way he talks, you think.

what makes you think that? i think you’re fun

Well, my first impression on you wasn’t really good, was it?

clearly it was, otherwise i’d have burned the napkin

Ha.

Another pause.

You’re a good sport for taking the money.

what? but i didn’t

Check your purse.

The minute you get the message, you grab your purse from the ground where you’d unceremoniously dumped it on the ground when you got home. All you had to do was unzip it to find the same wad of twenties from before. That bastard.

you’re not serious

It’s there, isn’t it?

how much is this? coffee is $2, you really shouldn’t have

I felt like it. Count it out.

You take a moment to do just that- and end at $5,000.

kendall, this is crazy

Is it? I owe you.

i keep telling you, you don’t owe me anything. at this point, i owe you

Don’t worry about it.

You sit there, blankly staring at your phone. Sure, you knew the Roys were mega millionaires and owned helicopters and yachts and probably seventy different properties, but you would have never expected one of them to drop $5,000 on you so easily. Why you? You’re a baker just barely surviving- what even brought him to your place, anyway?

Actually- are you free this Christmas?

always am

Would you cater dessert for my family’s dinner? You’d get paid well. Then you could actually afford to keep your coffee $2. Ha.

You didn’t know whether to be offended or not.

seriously?

My dad fired the last one after an incident with a pineapple. Besides, your baking is heavenly.

you only had a cupcake, kenny

I had my assistant come by this morning. I’m thorough.

You think back on the morning. Someone had come by and ordered an obscene amount… you’d just taken it as some Thanksgiving work party.

You’d probably have to come in and do a test run. He’s picky.

if you’re serious…

Perfect. Am I allowed another favor?

i think i owe you a hit after all this

Let me take you out to dinner after. And kill any of my siblings. Then we’re even.

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You wake up the next morning feeling like you stuck a fork into an electrical socket. You’re nervous, excited, nauseous. You root around in your closet for your lucky apron and shove it into your tote for the day. You slide around the hardwood flooring in your socks, organizing things for your day. You and Kendall agreed that he’d come get you at ten and take you to the supermarket for whatever it is his father would request.

Were you worried? Not about Logan, no. You were more nervous about the date you had with Kendall than you were about baking. All he had said was to bring something nice to wear after.

The flowers he brought you yesterday sit comfortably on your kitchen counter. They were handed to you perfectly prepared for a vase.

While some part of you wants this to be a romantic date, the other, more rational part thinks this is just him and his ‘I owe you’ mindset.

You live in a townhouse pasted to the back of your bakery. It was great, in your opinion. You don’t need to pay rent- only make payment on the bakery -and you can never really be late for work. It makes your life much easier, and you’re grateful you were able to nab it when you did.

There’s a sharp, sort of erratic knock at your door. You gather all of your stuff, put on your shoes, and greet a Kendall who’s obviously high. He smells faintly of weed, which years in pastry school helped you pick up.

“What the fuck?” is the first thing out of your mouth. “You drove here?”

He blinked. “What? No. Chauffer.”

While you didn’t claim to know anything about Kendall, you could use your critical thinking skills and assume that this was a normal occurrence. What was he trying to take the edge off of? He didn’t seem like the type to do drugs for the fun of it. He was running one of the biggest conglomerates in the nation, even the world. What made him turn to drugs? You feel like you should say something, but you decide on figuring that out later.

Kendall flat-out gives you his phone, saying something about how his father wanted a key-lime pie and he found a recipe if you needed. High Kendall, you note, is much more droll and glum than sober Kendall. Sober Kendall was sweet, witty, and funny, in his own way. It’s like his mind is on autopilot. He stares out of the window blankly.

The car pulls up to the local grocery store and you glance at Kendall sitting next to you. “Are you coming?”

He blinks again, processing. “Yeah. Sure.” You scurry through the store, making Kendall carry the ingredients you picked out for the pie crust and key-lime filling. He follows mindlessly, only offering the occasional ‘yeah’ or ‘maybe this one, it’s bigger’ when picking out fruit.

When you’re back in the car, surrounded by plastic bags, you turn to Kendall. The driver abruptly slams the breaks, and Kendall’s arm shoots out in front of you and keeps you reasonably still, keeping himself from blasting through the windshield by bracing his other arm on the seat in front of him.

“Fuck, calm down!” He peers out of the window. “Cyclists are an epidemic,” he mutters.

“People still do that in the street?” you ask, following his gaze.

“Only dicks. They’re like chihuahuas. They think they’re cars.”

You can’t contain your awe when you pull up to the Roy townhouse. “It’s gorgeous,” you murmur.

“Gets uglier when you meet who’s in it.”

“Okay, Kendall, you’re very encouraging.”

He stops you as you try gather the plastic bags of groceries to take upstairs with you. “Don’t bother. You’ll be great. Go up, Marcia will meet you. I’ll see you later?”

You step out of the car and stare up at the townhouse. You look back over your shoulder and give Kendall a wave, who returns it awkwardly before you make the quick journey up the complex in the elevator.

Marcia greats you with a smile on her face. “Y/N, correct? How lovely to meet you.” She beckons you into the home, heading straight to the kitchen. Other servants have brought up the groceries, and you fish out your apron from your own tote.

You have no idea how you got here, but you’re excited to see where you go.

#succession x reader #kendall roy x you #kendall roy x reader #kendall roy #succession #succession hbo #succession fic #succession fic writer

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pix3lplays · 2 months

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Did someone say Dottore?

Something that makes me laugh to think about Dottore is that he has a daughter, specifically a girl

And I'm not referring to when he was Fatui, I'm referring to the fact that he had a daughter at the Academy and he is a tough dad.

It makes me laugh to think about Dottore who, although he is not a good father at all, seems like a human for the first time with his daughter around him

The daughter came out just as crazy as him, experimenting and murdering, defying the order imposed by the Gods and simply being true to herself, almost in the same way as Dottore

Ah, but put them together in the same room and they will talk with friendly smiles, talking happily about their discoveries and how happy they are for each other because of the great progress they have made lately

"Ah, father! How nice to see you again, you won't believe how well the last experiment went with the strange mud of the Chasm next to the pillars of Celestia."

"I'm glad, my daughter! You're going to love hearing about how the deception and experimentation on humans of various physical abilities has gone, it's excellent material for the future."

And Scaramouche is watching in the background while he's almost dying, having to put up with two mad scientists

One more

"Father! This is a disaster!"

"Huh? What's wrong honey? Did any test subjects escape? Don't worry, they'll die from the poison of..."

"It's not that! Who cares about that rat? The person I like to buy fresh dates from won't be coming anymore! Ah, now what will I eat on my breaks? We should go to Sumeru right now! And while I'm there, I'll make sure the experiment with forbidden knowledge is going well and the deal with the Hermits remains on track"

"So that's it, don't worry, I'll tell other me to come with you, don't forget to bring me something interesting."

I don't know, it's just like they did CTRL + V on Dottore but it came out female, so they get along great

+Bonus with Paimon and Traveler

"A clone of Dottore! Nahida said there were no more!"

"A clone? I guess I really look too much like Father... Anyway, don't worry either, that's not why I'm here, do you know where there's a good desert date seller?"

"What do you mean with that...?"

"Well, let's buy dates, they are very delicious if seasoned with roasted Sumeru flowers... Ah, I don't think you're really going to say anything because of your face... Don't look at me in that way, it's not my fault that my father almost kill your friend"

Anything that makes Dottore act with even a modicum of humanity makes me laugh

I think that if Dottore had a daughter from his first years of Fatui or Academia, they would get along genuinely good, the daughter is going to turn out like a Sparkle mixed with him, but they get along wonderfully

— 📦

Dadttore lol.

Dottore acting like a human being is. Yeah. But I’m very charmed with Dottore and his daughter being close to as crazy as he is, that’s so adorable somehow??

Like?? Nah he’s not a good dad but MEH she doesn’t notice, lol. She just wants to do her little experiments and do her research!!

Also if I saw Dottore had a kid I would have the, “where the HECK did you get that from??” moment. She looks like him but…no. No there’s no waaaay. Dottore??? Nooooo. This child just spawned into the world one day there is no other explanation. That or he created her in a lab. Or like you said. CTRL + V except make him a girl. I’m crying. Where did this child come from. And I refuse to believe anyone’s taking responsibility for that lol.

Local single dad Dottore with his little daughter on his lap while he reads her a dissection manual. Lovely.

One day his daughter, young but already an expert in biology like papa, is all, “wait. Where DID I come from?? Who the heck is my-”

And he tells her to not worry about something like that. Doesn’t matter. She only needs him, right?

She’s so cute ugh I’m imagining her in her own little mask and her own little evil lab coat.

Yeah, perfect.

He’s got his own style of ‘hands-off’ parenting. Which goes just as well as you’d expect. He’s like I’m not worried about her, she’ll come home when she’s hungry.

Sir, please-

Comically bad dad Dottore is also entertaining to me oh my goodness I’m sorry.

And when she’s a teenager?? Oof he’s not ready for that.

She knows her dad. She knows to not bring anyone home to meet him, lol. Like she still loves him and they get along great but she’d like to keep her boyfriend around for at least a few months. Maybe once she gets bored of them though…

#Genshin impact #genshin impact dottore #Dottore

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pink-valkyrie-writes · 1 year

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Forgive me

-Widowmaker x gn!reader

-fluff in beginning then angst but happy ending

-warnings: mentions of death (no actual death)

You have met your now girlfriend when you first joined Talon. The others around you always turned their heads when you would walk into the room with your cold, stoic lover. They way your dynamic played on the battlefield aided Talon in their missions of destruction. Nothing could ever break the ruthless sniper, expect seeing you hurt.

Widow was cursed yet blessed with Moira’s experimentations. She was a flawless killer who easily made a name for herself. When her name was said it sent shivers down the spines of humans and omnics alike. But the one thing she hated way not feeling a thing. Amélie couldn’t understand how after so long you still stay by her side though she shows little to no emotions.

The way you hold her at night, how you hold her hands when they become too cold for her to shoot, and even though Moira slowed down her heartbeat you still managed to make her heart beat fast. When others looked at her with fear or lust, you look at her with admiration and love. Since her late husband left this world, she never thought she could love again. You showed her that there is love after loss and she can find happiness where she is.

Before you officially dated, she sat you down and explained her past with her ex-husband. When she explained how they took everything from her, unexpectedly, she let a tear slip. You quickly wiped it from her face and pulled her in for a hug, which she accepted. Before she asked you to be hers, she promised, “I will never let anyone or anything hurt you...ever,”

The next day, Amélie had to hide many smiles from her colleagues whenever you would secretly blow her kisses or link your pinky with hers. She definitely had to hide her newfound emotions from Moira to avoid testing, but it was worth it for you. You would even be asked by the Irish woman what it’s like dating a woman who can’t feel the way you do, but you always managed a fake answer that seem believable.

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On the battlefield, she always kept an eye out for you since you were on the ground directly fighting against the enemy. You two were lucky and happy this mission just required the two of you. Of course, there were other soldiers there, but in retrospect, you were the only two that really mattered.

The both of you were sent to Egypt, the temple of Anubis, a said secret location for you to go in and get the illegal goods you were requested to grab while Widow waited and watch out from afar. At one point you said into your mic, “Amélie, these tunnels here are creepy...Do you know if I am close enough? I want to get out of here...” you said, having a bit of fear laced in your tone. She chuckled, “Oh y/n, you’re fine. You’re already there. Just grab it so we can leave and head home, okay?” You smiled to yourself, “When we get home, can we get takeout and cuddle?” and she replied with a simple, “Oui”.

Commotion and shots were soon heard, Overwatch has tracked them down and are planning to stop their plan. Widow sighed, leaning down to see through the scope in front of her.

She always felt an adrenaline rush when she scored a kill, a sense of excitement. Taking down enemy soldiers was child’s play to her at his point. But through it all, widow would always make sure you were safe, she promised you that. The two of you communicated the entire of you making your way back to her since Overwatch saw the opportunity to swoop in and “save the day”.

“I got the package, I’m close to you babe..” you whispered into you hidden mic, knowing you were able to crack a smile on your girlfriend's face. “Alright, I’ll see you soon mon chèri..” she whispered back, biting her bottom lip to stop the goofy smile see has on her face. She waited, looking through her scope. Though she felt on top of the world, it almost felt too good.

Widow saw you coming back towards the drop ship, being cautious of your surroundings. When you spotted your lover, you smiled and gave you a little wave. ‘cute’ was all she thought.

boom.

A shoot was fired, but not from her. It was from an enemy sniper she knows too well. Your smile faded, dropping to your knees and falling on your front.

In this moment, Widow felt her heart in her throat.

You were shot.

Widow felt frozen, like she couldn’t move. Still watching from the scope, she saw Talon soldiers come to you aid, picking you up and grabbing the package as well while being shot at. She pulled her face away, feeling salty tears run down her face by themselves. She just witnessed you being shot in the back and she couldn’t save you.

Everything in Amélie wanted to run towards you, make sure you’re still alive, hold your hand and kiss you...but she couldn’t, it would show the people around her she can feel and word would spread like wildfire and would get to her creator, Moira.

All she could do was wipe her face and go back inside the ship. Once inside she was greeted by medics running past her, pushing her aside to make their way to you. Amélie slowly made her way to you, watching the medics place a mask on your face to help you breathe.

Memories of Gérard’s death flooded back. She felt her heartbeat start to pick up, something she haven’t felt in a very long time. Amélie wanted to cry and ask if you would be okay, but she had couldn’t. Damn her curse...

Amélie had to act like she didn’t care, she had to act like she could care less that you were hurt. It pained her so much to turn her back, making her way to the back of the ship to be alone.

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It’s been hours since you were brought back to the Talon headquarters to be rushed into immediate surgery. Amélie sat by herself in small, plain waiting room, staring at the tiled floor.

When she could visit you after your surgery, she wanted to break down and cry. Seeing you in a hospital bed, a nasal cannula in your nose, and IVs in your arm, made her heart ache. She pulled a chair next to your bed, sitting down and grabbing your hand. She whispered, “I’m sorry, my love... I couldn’t protect you..” she took your limp hand and cradled her face with it. She stayed with you the entire night, soon falling asleep in an uncomfortable chair. When Amélie woke, she immediately jolted up to, looking at the clock above your bed.

07:28

When she woke, you were still asleep, looking sound at your heart monitor beeped accordingly. A nurse came in with breakfast for her patient and Widow herself, but she barely had an appetite.

13:04

Amélie had sat in that damned chair all day, staring at you, but it was worth it to hope you would wake up soon. When she closed her eyes, she heard you grunting. With this, she opened her eyes to see you stirring awake.

Finally, you opened your eyes. Amélie smiled and grabbed your hand, “You’re awake..” she choked, feeling tears threatening to fall from her eyes. You chuckled, “Can’t keep me down, I am tough as steel..” you joked, smiling at her. Though Amélie wanted to have a fun moment with you, felt started to cry, “Y/n, I am so, so sorry for not protecting you...” she cried.

“Hey, hey... Amélie, baby, this wasn’t your fault...” you comforted her, your hand cradling her face. “No, you don;t get it... I made a promise to you, and I broke it..” she sobbed, squeezing your hand, “Please...forgive me..”

You felt your own eyes tear up, “Amélie, come lay in bed with me..” you gestured with your free arm to your right. She nodded and quickly came into bed with you. Even though she spent one night with you in her bed, she couldn’t handle it. Amélie held you close as you whispered,

“I am not going anywhere my love. You are the moon to my sun, you simply can’t have one without the other. Amélie, you are the love of my life and I don’t plan on leaving you ever. I know we have our arguments here and there but.. You are all that I want and need in life, and I wouldn’t dare to put you through pain again. I gave you my heart as you gave me yours, I will cherish it to my last breath when we grow old together,” and with that, you kissed her on his cold, yet soft lips.

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Thank you for reading!!

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#overwatch #overwatch x reader #overwatch x you #widowmaker #widowmaker x reader #widowmaker x you #amélie lacroix

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stitched-mouth · 4 months

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Just For Research

Pairing: Professor! Rick Sanchez x College Student! GN! Reader.

Summary: When Rick discovers his top student is a virgin, he knows he must change that so she can write her paper on human pheromones.

Warnings: Smut, Intercourse (P in ?), Teacher x Student relationship, Age Gap, Virgin! Reader

Writing Time: 30 minutes.

Word Count: 650.

Format: Kinktober Fic, Day 7.

A/N:

Woke up in the middle of the night and decided to just write this. Sorry for any mistakes, this is not proofread. I’m just really trying to make sure everything is written before October arrives so the quality is some fics might be lacking a little, this might be one of them. This is probably my shortest fic so far. Oh well.

I also have completely forgotten what it was like in college. I did about 3 months of Combined Science in the UK before I dropped out for an apprenticeship instead and I don’t remember anything about those 3 months. So this could be all completely wrong but tbh I really don’t care.

I tried really hard to keep it GN, which is getting harder and harder for me due to the lack of gender neutral terms in the English language but I’ll keep managing.

Hope you enjoy, I’ve been eager to write something for Rick for ages now.

Thoughts were swarming your head, making it almost impossible to think about what was currently happening.

‘How did this happen?’ You thought, ‘This couldn’t of been an accident, but how then did it happen?’

You let out a torn scream, but Rick was fast to cover your mouth and silence it.

“Shut up little Whore, or the whole building will hear you.” He huffed.

Just a second ago you and Rick was discussing your college assignment. Your assignment was to write an essay about the human and animal pheromones that tell them to breed and compare the two. Something fairly basic for a Combined Science class and as the class’s top student, Rick expected this assignment to be a breeze for you.

But he had been wrong. For a top student with a bright future in Science, you had no idea about pheromones. Especially the sexual kind. It was the one thing you hadn’t studied yourself in your own time nor had you experienced it.

You had come to Rick after class to hopefully explain the subject better for you or give you good resources to look up but once Rick found out you was a virgin, what you got instead was a private lessons on pheromones that included an experimental or practical that would give you the experience.

So now you were bent over his desk taking all of him like the good little one you was.

“Please…” You whimpered, tired and stretched out to the max. It had only been a few minutes but this was completely new to a virgin.

“Please what, Whore?” Rick glared down at you, still thrusting in and out of you at an ungodly pace.

Rick didn’t think this was exactly the best way to show someone who had never experienced sexual feelings what they were like, but to be honest, he didn’t care. He was just looking for a reason to fuck you. His prettiest most innocent and intelligent little Princess/Prince who always sat in the front row, listening to him with wide ears.

But this had been a good lesson for you. Your sexual desire and need for Professor Sanchez now more than alive, it was insatiable.

“Please more Sir!” You cried.

Rick was a little shocked, but more than happy to oblige. And quickly increased his speed, you looked down and moaned into the once clean desk.

“Yeah? You like this cock? You want more of it, my little cocksleeve?” Rick groaned into your ears.

“Yes!” You nodded eagerly.

Obviously, you came first. You did so with a scream and giant smile. Rick came not too long after you onto your back, with just a few loud grunt.

You was pretty confident now you was gonna Ace this assignment.

#stitched #stitched talks #stitched writes #stitched’s kinktober #kinktober #kinktober 2023 #rick and morty #rick sanchez #rick sanchez smut #college au #gender neutral

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zepskies · 5 months

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I am so happy to see your posts about Dark Angel! I love that show so much, it’s definitely one of my all time favorites, and I’m glad to see you’re enjoying it.

I was wondering what your thought are so far and who your favorite characters are if you don’t mind answering (for me Alec is definitely my number 1 but I really love Zack, Joshua, Original Cindy, and Sketchy for sure.)

Also I was wondering if you’ve seen season 2 episode 11 (The Berrisford Agenda specifically) what you thought of it? If not, I’d love the hear your thoughts when you do watch it:)

Hey lovely!!

Yesss I'm midway through season 2 of Dark Angel and I love this show. I wonder why it was cancelled. The writing was strong enough, the world is so interesting, the cast is great...maybe it just didn't have a broad enough audience at the time.

There were a couple of sci-fi shows like this that got cut too soon in the early 2000s (like Almost Human with Karl Urban and Michael Ealy).

My thoughts so far are that despite the relative simplicity of Max's "everyday" life as a Jam Pony messenger with her ragtag group of friends, this is a big show in a decaying dystopian world -- with interesting (and often horrific) elements of human experimentation, childhood trauma and indoctrination, and a struggle for transgenics like Max and Alec to form emotional connections because of that trauma (their training). It's very Winter Soldier-esque in a way.

And then with Joshua's character, they reinforce in season 2 one of the central themes of the whole show: people are confused by (and afraid of) what they don't understand. It leads Max and other transgenics to hide in plain sight. To try to live "normal" lives while trying not to expose themselves to the curiosity and the potential scorn of the world -- as well as the people trying to hunt them down; there's that too.

But similar to the show Being Human (also of the early-mid 2000s), what does it mean to be normal in society? Especially in this fallen, eat-or-be-eaten world after the Pulse.

My favorite characters:

The entire cast is awesome, but these characters really have my heart for real:

Alec

I mean duh. 🤣 But not just because it's baby Jensen. Alec's character is complex. He's cocky and endlessly flirtatious. (His brother/sister-like bickering with Max is hilarious.) He's highly intelligent and adaptive to change, due to his genetics and training, but because of that cockiness he can also be reckless. It gets him into some "unforeseen situations" that Max has to pull him out of.

But I literally just watched 2.11 "The Barrisford Agenda" last night, and I wept like a little bitch. 😭💔 Not only did we get Meghan Ory guest starring as his first love (she would later guest star on SPN and was Little Red Riding Hood/Ruby on OUAT)...

We also got the layers peeled back on this guy, to reveal just how deeply Manticore fucked with his mind. Rachel, along with her father, was his mission. His first undercover job.

He falls in love with her, despite the fact that he doesn't understand why she's got his head all turned around, cutting through the training in his head that insists he needs to fulfill his mission. (And that alone is so damn sad.)

He realizes too late that he wants to save her (and her father). But without giving too much away for those that haven't seen it, the scene near the end in the hospital room absolutely gutted me.

"I didn't understand. I didn't understand...how much I loved you."

Max

Played by the lovely Jessica Alba. I love to see a fellow Latina at work! 💅🏽

She's a badass. But she also learns how to fight for more than just herself. And how to actually face and deal with her trauma and start to help others (like Alec) do the same.

Original Cindy

Another lovely badass who I would lay down my life for! She's funny, unapologetically herself, and she has Max's back, come whatever, while still keeping her honest.

Joshua

My heart breaks for Joshua. He's so delightfully weird, childlike at times, while deeply insightful in others.

He longs to belong to the outside world, knowing he can't, without risking exposure to his transgenic friends. He discovers he's an artist! And he's a protector and a lovely friend. As a character says to him, "You're too good for us."

I can't wait to finish the back-half of season 2, though I also don't want it to end!! 😭 But in typical me fashion, my mind is already buzzing with a couple of story ideas for Alec x Reader. 🤣

#ask me stuff #dark angel #alec mcdowell #max guevara #original cindy #Joshua #WIP(s) in progress #alec mcdowell x reader #alec mcdowell x you #jensen ackles characters #jensen ackles #zepskies answers

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Might I ask for some Helen NSFW HCs? I’m curious to see your personal thoughts on what he’s into/what he likes

THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THIS REQUEST OMG!! I am not ashamed to admit that I am a massive simp for Helen and this request is just 😚👌 I’ve been looking for an excuse to make this so thank yooouuu.

TW: mentions of blood, cutting and safe words.

𝐻𝑒𝑙𝑒𝑛 𝑂𝑡𝑖𝑠|𝐵𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑑𝑦 𝑃𝑎𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑁𝑆𝐹𝑊 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑐𝑎𝑛𝑜𝑛𝑠．

So at the beginning of your relationship Helen didn’t really know what to do.

He’s had absolutely zero experience in this so you’ll have to guide him and let him know what you want, as well as help him figure out what he wants.

Because of that I don’t see him that kinky. At least at the start 👀

He’s also canonically described as ‘a jerk with the facade of being a gentleman,’ and as he’s had a lot of time to sort out his issues after everything happened I think he’s learnt to hold some degree of respect towards people he cares for, which luckily includes you!

You’ll start off pretty vanilla, if you’re not a virgin when you get with him you might have to be on top for the first few times you have sex, he will watch you as you ride him to become acquainted with the face you make when you feel good so he knows what to look for.

If you ARE a virgin then it’ll just be two people who have no idea what to do and it’s honestly borderline funny how you’re both sat there not knowing what to do. In this situation he’s happy to top and will try his best to be slow. However, if he is your first time then he might get a bit too excited when he see’s the look of pain on your face when he first goes in.

Honestly might nut then and there.

Especially if you bleed, we all know of his little thing with blood.

He won’t be that vocal at the start. He’s a pretty quiet guy in general, so it’ll be hard for you to figure out how he’s feeling.

There’s definitely other ways of making him speak, though 👀

ANYWAY.

He’s got an pretty dick. I’d say he’s rocking a solid 5.7 inches, nothing too big but definitely a bit above average. He’s also on the slender side, he’s not too girthy but his dick curves up a bit and really drags along your insides. Pretty veiny as well. Very stimulating indeed. As I said he’s not too sure what to do.

Once he gets the hang of it he’ll get a bit more… experimental.

Helen experimentalist confirmed?

He will absolutely pace himself excruciatingly slow to torment you. He’s kind of an ass like that. He’ll just be there, watching you beg him to fuck you properly and he’s like 🙃

Sometimes he will not got fast at all and the whole time he will go super slow, even when you’re both on the brink of an orgasm he will not stutter his hips until the very final thrust where he slams so hard and so deep into you.

He also likes mutual masterbation. He really likes it. Especially when he has you leaning against his chest at just the right angle to kiss you at.

He’s sees it as something very intimate, he likes to feel every curve of your body with his free hand while the other plays with you.

Also go down on him. Please. He ADORES the angle he’s watching you from, if you allow him he will totally draw you or take a picture and draw from the picture. This is also one of the rare times he’ll use his voice and boooyyy

His voice is gorgeous, like I cannot express how pretty his voice is. At this point, it’ll only be very quiet breathy moans but still.

If you want him to moan properly then you will most likely have to top or dom him, I see him as a switch so you’ll 100% get a chance to (only if you want to, of course). He’s also a bit of an experimentalist so if you try something you’ll be able to tell if he likes it from how loud he is.

He will also be totally up for pegging, he’ll be a bit hesitant at first but he wants to try everything at least once. He’ll also want to be in missionary the first time he tries it as he isn’t 100% comfortable with being in a position where he can’t see you, poor guy has a few trust issues :(

He ends up liking it.

Is it his favourite thing to do with you? Nope. Although he does get pleasure from it, something about it just doesn’t completely do it for him, but if it’s something you are particularly interested in doing then he will any time (make sure to make sure he’s completely ok with it, though. Consent is key✨).

He’ll almost definitely let out a few moans when you peg him. Like proper loud moans. They’re high pitched and breathy. 10/10 should definitely be on Spotify and any other streaming sights.

As I mentioned in my Stroke By Stroke fic (which you should totally check out if you haven’t already), Helen can get caught up in his painting sometimes and it’s pretty common for him to ignore you for a bit. He does try to make it up to you when he finished up though.

Half of the time he’ll make it all about you and treat you like an absolute ANGEL. He’ll be kissing you everywhere, feeling every part of you and make you feel amazing after the hours he spent neglecting you. At these times he will go as fast it as slow as you want him to go. You want a rough dick down so you won’t be able to walk for the next few days? He gotchu. You want him to just embrace you and love you? On it bb.

He will totally leave hickeys and will try to draw blood.

This man absolutely has a blood kink.

My dears if you ever meet someone with a blood kink, run the other way.

He tries his best to keep it under wraps and as you are one of the few people he cares for he won’t actively try to hurt you. But there has been times where he’s thrusting away and he’ll just whip out a knife and ask to cut you up, it won’t be a deep or long cut, just enough to paint you in your own blood.

He’s weird idk.

If you’re into pain and you enjoy the thrill and danger then go for it, it’ll rile him up and he will cum so hard just from you being ok with him hurting you.

If you’re not into it? Do not let him. As I said he is a jerk with the facade of a gentleman and I can see him try to persuade you into doing it, but do not let him.

Unfortunately I think in situations like this it’s likely that you’ll have to use a safe word, which he will always listen to.

Also weird thought but he has some thick paint brushes, he keeps his brushes clean and sometimes when you’re horny and he’s busy painting he’ll just hand you a clean one and you’ll be like 🧍

Totally use it and make loads of noise, he’ll try so hard to ignore you but my mans will be fighting for his life like holy shit he’s so hard rn you don’t even know

Then give it back to him lmao. He will either never use that paintbrush again as to not taint it or cum in his pants just from the thought of you getting off with his brush. Or both.

HOWEVER if he’s painting and you try to suck him off he will absolutely not have it. He will pick you up and put you in his bed and not even play with you when he’s done. He won’t stand for that shit.

He is B A D at aftercare.

Once again he is a jerk at first and he doesn’t really understand why he has to do it, his part is over isn’t it? You have to explain why it’s important and it takes him a while but he finally gets it. He’ll clean you both up and change the sheets, before getting into bed tangling you limbs with his and going to sleep.

Bless

#creepypasta #creepypasta x reader #helen otis #helen otis x reader #bloody painter #creepypasta headcanon #bloody painter x reader #Helen Otis smut #bloody painter smut

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munsonsreputation · 1 year

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Hiii🤗 for the 200 celebration, I was wondering if I can request a short fluff blurb with Eddie? Maybe the reader is not feeling well so he decides to try cook reader's favourite meal hoping it makes her feel a bit better? Thank you🥰

Also, congratulations again on the 200 followers🥰🎉

thank you so much, francy!!! i hope you like this little imagine instead of a blurb....i honestly don't know the difference and i can't help but add a lot of details so yeah...hope this is ok and i did your request justice!!! 🤓💘💫💌

You knew today was going to be a long day just by the way you started off your morning.

First, the battery in your alarm clock died in the middle of the night and didn’t wake you up on time. So you were an hour and a half late to your shift, which your manager wasn’t too happy about. Then said manager proceeded to make backhanded comments about you during the entire shift for your honest mistake, even though you had apologized multiple times. To top it all off, you had to deal with a load of asshole customers, which was your breaking point.

When you finally clocked out of worked, you sat in your car for a good twenty minutes, crying your eyes out and talking yourself through the breakdown in hopes of calming down, but the more you spoke to yourself the worse it got. How you drove home through your cloudy eyes, you never really knew, but you were thankful you ended up in your favorite boys’ driveway to get the comfort you needed.

Digging your fingers into your bag, you felt for your keys, instinctively sorting through the pieces of metal until you felt the most familiar one. As you were unlocking the door, the tears seemed to have fallen down faster and your sniffles got louder, finally in a space where you know you didn’t need to hide.

“Hey baby, how was — oh jesus, c’mere.”

Eddie was there, sitting on the couch with the television on and a coca-cola in his hands. His eyes swept to your figure at the front door, instantly greeting you with glee before realizing your state. He instantly got up, setting his drink down on the coffee table and engulfing you in his arms as you sobbed relentlessly.

Your body went limp against his the second he put his arms around you in that reassuring hold that you knew you could always come back to. The tears soaked through his shirt, but he didn’t care, just whispering sweet nothings into your ear and rubbing soothing circles on your back, doing his best to get you to calm down the way he knew he could.

Soon enough, your cries died down and only the small sniffles and sharp intakes of breath were felt against his chest. He did an experimental pull away just to gauge if you were ok, and you let him, finally meeting his eyes for the first time that afternoon.

“You want to talk about it?” He whispered gently, wiping his thumbs beneath your sunken in eyes that overflowed with sadness as you shook your head, taking a deep breath.

“I had a shit day…maybe i’m just being overdramatic—“

“Absolutely not, baby…look,” He glanced at his watch, checking for the time before turning his attention back to you.

“Why don’t you have a bath to get your nerves calmed down and I’ll work on something?”

You swallowed, nodding your head as you realized you most definitely wanted to get your stupid work clothes off and spend the rest of the day with Eddie in hopes of you feeling a bit better because he always knew how to . So you followed his advice, stepping into the hot shower he had prepared for you while you were grabbing a fresh t-shirt and a pair of sweatpants that were definitely his.

Eddie struggled in the kitchen, working quicker than he should’ve been to make sure the meal was ready by the time you got out. It wasn’t like it was supposed to be hard…it was boxed mac and cheese for god-sake. But it was your favorite comfort meal, the one you ate all the time when you were a little kid that brought upon this nostalgia and comfort you clung to and he wanted to make you feel better today.

The stove was on high, bubbles coming to the surface as the pasta cooked rapidly. There was another pot on the other burner where Eddie whisked together the powder cheese packet, a bit of milk and butter, and a small helping of fresh cheddar—thank god, Wayne had bought some for his sandwiches. He managed to chop up the slices into little pieces to help melt faster. Some sort of trick you had showed him that made the mac and cheese felt a bit more elevated.

“Fuck, fuck, shit—ouch! Ok, that’s definitely hot!”

Curses went flying out of his mouth, hastily grabbing the knob to cut the heat to stop the water from boiling over, while some of the steam came too close to his arm. He could hear the bathroom door from upstairs open, causing him to panic, grabbing the pot of pasta and pouring it into the sink where a strainer laid.

The residual steam filled up the small cavity of the sink and the space above it, the air hot as Eddie dropped the pan into the empty side of the sink compartment and reached for the second pot he had, pulling it away from the heat as the mixture was almost close to burning.

“Baby?” You called out, walking down the hall with a towel in hand, drying your hair squeeze by squeeze.

“I—I’m in the kitchen babe!” He hollered, followed by cabinets and drawers slamming against the wood as you got closer.

The second the kitchen came into view, there he was, with a smile on his face, sweat beaded at his forehead, his hair a little more frizzy than usual, a kitchen towel slung over this shoulder, and a bowl in his hands.

“Are you ok?” You stiffed your laughter, watching him take deep breaths from his nose rather than his mouth, as he was winded.

His smile got even wider, walking closer to you while you dropped the towel onto one of the dining chairs, “I made your favorite.”

“Eds…” you awed, a new puddle of tears forming in your eyes by his sweet sweet act of kindness.

“I heard a favorite meal can always be a nice pick me up after a shit day.”

You took the bowl from his hands, immediately placing it down on the dining table before pulling him into a tender kiss. He could feel the relaxation radiating off of you now, a clear difference from fifteen minutes ago. You could feel his smile against your lips, moving softly against one another with no rush, before finally pulling away.

“Do you still have that tape of Ferris Bueller’s Day Off?”

He furrowed his brows, thinking to himself before nodding, “Yeah, it should be somewhere in the living room…why?”

You grinned, peppering kissing on his cheeks, “I say we share this fine bowl of mac and cheese and watch a movie.”

“Anything to make my girl feel better.” He murmured, taking your hand and your favorite meal to sit on the couch where he made you forget all the horrible things of today in a flash.

#MunsonsReputation #eddie munson fluff #eddie x reader #eddie munson x reader #stranger things eddie #eddie stranger things #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson blurbs #eddie munson boyfriend #stranger things #stranger things x reader #stranger things imagine #stranger things fluff #MunsonsReputation200Celebration #200celebration

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ramzawrites · 1 year

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Dream World - A Sibling!Mutant!Reader Story - Part 6

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Pairings: None

Characters included: Leonardo, Donatello, Michelangelo, Raphael, Splinter

Warnings: n/a

Series: Part 6

Summary: As promised the family trains with Y/N

Word count: 7552

Authors Note: The whole training thing was supposed to be only one chapter but it got a bit longer than anticipated so it might end up being maybe 2 chapters long haha But this way I got to write a small moment between Y/N and Splinter! Also without saying much there will come a color up and I p much intended to use it from the beginning but had a small poll on my sideblog that also confirmed that choice so it was nice to get a bit feedback from yall for this haha After this I will post a request again!

Y/N knew from the very start that Leo would probably not feel comfortable with the idea of them starting up training. After all his sibling was unconscious for two weeks, woke up with memory issues accompanied by headaches and then as their very first reaction they had a huge panic attack. Seeing how he was the second medic in the family it probably made sense that he wouldn’t really feel happy agreeing to the idea of training.

Yet, Y/N did not expect for this to end with a huge argument involving all of the siblings. Mikey, April and Raph tried to subtly tell Leo about the little moment the three just had with Y/N and why this is actually a good idea but both Donnie and Leo felt that it was way too soon.

At one point Leo said that after two weeks laying still their muscles should definitely not be up to it only for Donnie to admit he used one of his more experimental inventions to try to counteract the reduction of their muscle mass. For a short moment the group managed to pause their heated discussion to reprimand Donnie only for him to remind them all what the original topic was which got quickly picked up again. Y/N promptly ignored their thoughts of what in the hell he might have done since they seemed to be doing fine right now.

All the while Y/N just sat on the seat and watched the group stand behind it. All of them making wild gestures with their hands. Their faces pulled into deep scowls but even while all of them looked annoyed it didn’t seem malicious. The annoyance or even anger was just born out of worry for them.

They wanted to interrupt and voice their own opinion, but they weren’t sure how to go about it. Something told them that Leo wouldn’t listen to them anyhow. At the moment he was the only medic on team and to that he wasn’t scared to pull the “I’m the leader, so what I say goes!” card. A little bit of a prick move, they had to admit silently.

Draxum stayed for a moment to watch them bicker only to pull Splinter aside, say something about collecting the last of the data for Donatello and then he vanished into a purple light. Y/N just sat there mouth agape as Draxum casually opened a damn magical portal and disappeared into thin air. Just casual magic right in front of them and no one else seemed to bat an eye. As if this was the most normal thing in the world to them. Which it probably was! Cool. Okay. Yeah. Why not. Y/N still just kept staring at the place the yokai was standing before he disappeared.

It was only when Splinter started to suddenly move towards Y/N that they finally tore their eyes away. Their mind couldn’t even conjure up a proper thought after witnessing real actual magic besides a sense of wonder, curiosity and a bit of panic. But the last emotion has been a constant recently.

Splinter approached the seat and let out a deep huff “How about we leave your siblings be for the moment. Let them all voice their worries and grievances while we prepare, yeah?” He then held out his small hand towards them. It was an open invitation and somehow Y/N instinctually knew that should they decide to decline his offer, he wouldn’t be mad or disappointed. It was an offer and nothing more.

Emboldened by this warm feeling deep inside them, they softly laid their green hand into his pink one before they even thought about asking him what he meant with preparing.

For a small and old rat mutant, he showed a surprising amount of strength as he suddenly clasped their hand and began pulling. Startled Y/N yelped softly as he pulled them off the chair. The cookie package and blanket dropped to the ground hence why Y/N stumbled for a second but caught themself just as fast again.

Splinter didn’t seem to notice or even mind the way Y/N yanked on his arm for a second while they struggled to land on the ground. He just kept walking. His hand was warm, and Y/N couldn’t help but enjoy it.

Maybe it was because of the sudden loss of the blanket. Then again, they couldn’t help but press the warm cup of hot chocolate against their cheek as well and they were quite happy about holding the bowl of soup on their lap.

It was then that they suddenly realized that this behavior might be because of their new body. According to the others they did start out as a turtle and turtles were cold blooded that relied on outside factors to warm up or even cool down. It was probably a bit more complicated for them since they got mutated with human DNA but there probably was still a part in them that enjoyed basking in warmth.

Yeah. It must be something like that. Maybe Y/N Hamato had something more detailed in their notebooks.

Y/N was so caught up with their sudden thoughts on turtle mutant biology that they didn’t even notice that Splinter pulled them along a part of the subway station they haven’t walked along yet. They had to lean down a bit so they could hold on better to the rat mutant, more staring at him and his relaxed facial features as he walked along through the tunnels than where they were going.

It was only when they suddenly noticed that they stood on a softer surface that they realized that they must have arrived. They stood on a mat in the middle of a huge room. All around them were a ton of gym equipment. There were dummies with different kinds of black bandanas on them. Some of them had a red foot painted on their foreheads. There were benches to build up different kinds of upper and lower body strength.

Random weights laid strewn about and Y/N couldn’t help but think that the bigger ones were definitely Raph’s. They couldn’t imagine the others lifting these huge weights. They definitely couldn’t lift that as well but the urge to still try was there.

“Alright. I’m sure the others will gather that we both left in a few minutes, so, we have a few minutes of calm.” Splinter suddenly spoke up while softly clapping his paws together.

Only now did suddenly Y/N realize how awkward it was to be abducted like this by their supposed father. They just became more comfortable with the others, but this was still strange since they just didn’t know how to act around him.

While he seemed to be more calm and even lazy to a degree from what they saw and heard from the rest of the family, they still worried if he might be still be strict or mean even.

Their own father wasn’t much around. He was usually just there in the background. When they needed something from him, he tended to just hum along while kept working on his laptop. Sometimes he would just lay some money on the table so they could order food even though Y/N had already cooked something up with their sisters.

So, Y/N had to admit, seeing Splinter already more proactive as their own father, they just felt a bit like a fish out of water.

“Um, so, what are we doing here? Is this the training room?” Y/N asked meekly.

At first Splinter’s eyebrows scrunched together into a confused and almost worried expression but he soon regained his more self-assured posture. Seeing this Y/N realized that Leo must have picked up this behavior from him, seeing how he too liked to look very cool and self-assured.

“Yeah. It’s our dojo. Red and Blu- I mean Raph and Leo are the ones who spend the most time in here nowadays. Donnie goes in here more often than not to test out his newest weapon while Mikey sometimes just comes in here to get rid of his excess energy he seems to accumulate over time.” He chuckled softly at the end. His eyes warm as he recounts the habits of his kids.

“And you.” He starts, his eyes now seemingly boring into theirs “You usually came in here when your head is too full of thoughts. You trained to calm down the storm in your head.”

Their head suddenly moved to the right. It wasn’t something they did consciously, but their eyes instinctually landed on the dummies and targets that stood behind them. While they as a human never did things like that the idea of doing some sport to work through their worries did sound like a good idea. It would give you something else to concentrate on.

Honestly maybe it was something they should pick up when they struggled with a new design. Maybe it would have the same effect as when you are in the shower and you have suddenly amazing ideas.

“But before we can even think about how we can train you specifically now with the new situation, we have to gear you up first.” Splinter once again broke through their thoughts. Pulling their attention back to him.

“Oh! Gear up?” Was all Y/N said. They supposed they did see how the others wore straps around their bodies and black wrapping around their limbs but honestly, they didn’t think much of it. When you suddenly see a mutant turtle in front of you, you don’t really tend to notice their choice of fashion or at least feel inclined to critique it.

Splinter nodded “Yes, yes. Gotta make sure your wrists are supported for example when you throw a punch.”

Weirdly enough it was only then that they realized something “Wait, so you also think it’s a good idea for me to train? Or at least to see how my body is doing with that?” They should have gotten to that realization when he pulled them into the dojo, but they were occupied with other thoughts.

“Yes, of course! Even in this situation I do trust in your abilities, and you have always been resilient. I suppose you all are. I also think it doesn’t do you good to coddle you forever.” He slightly grimaced as he said that “Of course I’m still worried about you. And will always be worried about you as your father but coddling you like this won’t help you. Besides, if we just let you be, you will inevitably stew in your own thoughts and worries, and I’m hoping that doing a few easy exercises might at least help you relieve some of the stress. How it used to.”

Y/N couldn’t help but smile at this. Even if they are a different person, he still had some sort of trust in them and honestly it felt nice to be trusted like that.

“And if it doesn’t work? If this is somehow bad?”

Splinter huffed out an amused breath “Then we stop and find something else. Easy as that.”

They nodded at that. The way he said that they couldn’t help but push their worries aside. If this didn’t work out or some other problem suddenly arose there would be other ways and Splinter was ready to help find them. No matter what, there will be something Y/N can do in this situation. There just had to be a way.

“Okay, okay. Now. Time to get dressed up. Please sit down so I can reach you better.”

Without hesitation Y/N sat down on the soft mat and crossed their legs. Now nervous but also excited to see what he would pull out. It probably was just the wrappings he mentioned earlier so they wouldn’t break their wrists.

Splinter walked over to a small box, rummaging through it for a moment before he seemed to have found what he was looking for. It was only when he finally turned around and begun walking back that Y/N noticed that he held something in a nice bright green color in his hands.

As he stood in front of them, finally on eye level he looked at the piece of cloth in his hands with such soft eyes that Y/N couldn’t help but feel like this was an important moment. This green cloth held importance to him.

“Green.” He spoke, suddenly moving around them to stand behind their shell. He softly moved the cloth in front of their eyes and laid it across. It was a bandana.

It was their bandana.

With a soft tug he tied the ends of the cloth together. It was now sitting snugly over their snout and along their eyes. Y/N’s hands softly brushed against the new material. It felt comforting to have it on. They felt more dressed somehow. This is how it should be.

When Splinter walked in front of them again, he had a happy smile on his face “This has always been your color. Green. The color of peace. But also, the color of new beginnings and growth. Very fitting indeed.”

Y/N pulled one tail of their bandana to the front, holding it softly in their hand. Slowly letting the material slip through their fingers just to see it move against their skin. It contrasted nicely against the dark green. As a design student they couldn’t help but think it was also a quite fitting color for them if they truly were the most stealthies member of the turtles. Of course, the stealthiest of the green turtle group would also wear green and yet it was such a contrasting color against their actual green skin, that it still shone brightly. It definitely still fit in with the bright colors of the others.

They liked it.

“I hope with your new memories you don’t suddenly despise this color.”

Y/N shook their head wildly, the surprisingly strong positive emotions that came along with the green bandana strengthening this reaction “No! I’m- I like this. Yes. Green is… good. Thank you.”

His shoulder suddenly slumped down, it was as if this had been a huge worry of his. A weight lifted off his body and heart.

“I’m happy to hear it. Now we have to get the wrappings out. Luckily, we have some extra equipment here and we don’t have to walk past the others to get them from your room.” He laughed softly.

“They’ve been arguing for a while.”

“Knowing them they are probably busy fighting, or they jumped to the fifth new topic to argue over. We will get them if they don’t appear on their own. It’s been a while to see all of them this energetic.”

He returned to the small box to grab the black wrappings.

In the end Splinter and Y/N did not have to walk back to the living room to get the others since they suddenly burst into the dojo just as Splinter finished wrapping their last leg. The black wrapping on their left arm reached past their elbow while only the right hand and wrist were wrapped. The wrapping on their legs both reached past their knees though.

The group that suddenly skidded into the dojo looked a bit out of breath and Y/N was sure they spotted a bite mark on Leo’s arm. Seems like Splinter was probably right, and they began to literally fight. Like children apparently.

“Dad!” Leo breathed out, betrayal coating his voice.

Splinter just raised one eyebrow at him “Took you long enough.”

“Why did you-? You just took Y/N! And- We were in the middle of a discussion!” Leo threw his arms through the air, accentuating his franticness even further.

April put one side of her hair back into her usual space bun, it probably loosened during their fight, and smiled proudly. It definitely looked like she just won the argument. Mikey too had a big grin on his face while Raph was still scowling as he looked at Leo and Donnie. Donnie was moving his bandana back on his face correctly, one eyebrow way more smudged than the other.

So, his eyebrows were definitely drawn on. Good to know.

“Yes, a discussion about what to do with Y/N without including Y/N.”

As he said that Mikey, Raph and April all instantly grew stock-still. They just promised to include Y/N more and then they immediately did the opposite. Though Y/N knew they didn’t mean to, they tried to talk to Leo and Donnie about their new decision and it all just escalated into an argument way too fast.

„Don’t worry. I know you didn’t mean to.” Y/N tried to reassure them which only seemed to slightly work. Even if Y/N wasn’t that angry at them they were still glad they realized on their own why this wasn’t their best moment.

Raph was the first to apologize, the others, including Leo and Donnie, followed after. It almost sounded rehearsed.

“Good, now that this is out of the way, let’s see how we go about this little training session.” Splinter spoke. His voice more commanding than before. Probably putting on his “Dad voice” to ensure that his kids behaved for the moment.

“But they literally just woke up from a coma, dad!” Leo immediately fired back “What if they get more hurt!”

Splinter nodded to show that he heard his son’s worries “We will go slow. Just something simple. And if it doesn’t work out, we will stop. What do you think about all of this, Y/N?”

Y/N didn’t really expect to be put on the spot like that, they were busy inspecting the wrappings, not too comfortable under the gazes of the others once again “Uh. I’m fine with that. I want to try it. It’s frustrating to just sit around so please give me a chance, Leo. I need to do something. Please? If you think anything is wrong, I will stop.”

And for a moment Leo just stared at Y/N. His lips pulled into a line as he seemed to think this through. His eyes sometimes slipped over to his father only to land back on Y/N. He let out a deep breath “Alright, alright. You’ve been doing pretty well after waking up, so, I’ll give you that.”

April and Mikey let out a deep breath as well, almost as if they held it in beforehand, only to high five each other and simultaneously give Y/N a thumbs up. Seeing them so synced up Y/N had to quietly laugh.

Raph put one of his huge hands onto Leo’s shoulder who in return looked up at him. With an encouraging smile he gave him a small nod which Leo returned with one of his.

Donnie was the only who didn’t have much of a reaction. He just kept standing around with his hands on his hips. In fact, he looked almost bored or even annoyed.

Splinter clapped his hands together “Good job, kids.” Okay that definitely sounded very patronizing and sarcastic. “Let’s make it a proper training session then. Everyone! Warm up! Leo you can supervise Y/N. Now, chop chop. You all know your routine.”

There was a cacophony of groans and a few exclamations of “But it was supposed to be our free day today! Agh, come on!”

Donnie’s “I knew it!” cut through the loudest though.

Splinter laughed as he moved to the side of the room, sitting down on the ground. Apparently, he was happy to just sit there and watch his children work.

They all moved to the mats to begin doing their stretches. It made sense that they all didn’t need to think much about how to go about this since apparently, they have done this for a while but it still surprised Y/N for a moment.

When Leo approached them, they stood up. The wrappings on their body put some comforting pressure on their limbs.

He was smiling as he got closer but the creases around his brows spelled that a lot was going through his mind.

“Can I take a quick look at the bandages? Just wanna make sure they don’t cut of your circulation or something.”

Y/N nodded, holding out their arms towards him. He fiddled with them a bit and even took a quick look at their legs and when he finished, he seemed satisfied. The others kept stealing glances towards the two but obviously tried to concentrate on their own things.

“So, with your weird human memories. Do you know how to do stretches and such?” the blue banded turtle asked.

Y/N lifted their hand to absentmindedly toy with the end of one of their bandana tails that fell past their shoulder “Well. It’s not like I trained or things like that on the regular. But I know a few stretches. Been a while though.”

Leo suddenly pursed his lips “Gotcha. So not very, uh, bendy?”

A snort escaped Y/N’s nose at the wording “Oh, no. Couldn’t even touch my toes without a lot of trouble.”

“Perfect.”

Now that reaction confused Y/N and Leo could see it in their expression, hence why he continued.

“Try doing this then. Try touching your toes. The Y/N I know doesn’t have any trouble with that, but you have been unconscious for two weeks so let’s see how you are doing. I’m curious to see if you can especially after Donnie told us he apparently used one of his experiments on you in secret.”

He said the last part a bit louder and in an accusing tone, obviously talking to his twin and trying to sound at least annoyed.

“Hey! I told you! Y/N and I started this little project together! I just finished it when they went into the coma.”

“It was still untested, Dee!”

But this time Donnie didn’t respond, he just turned his back to Leo as he sat down to stretch his legs more. Leo grumbled quietly to himself as he pulled his attention back to Y/N.

With a deep breath Leo suddenly bent down to lay his hands flat on his toes. Wow, it wasn’t even a thing of touching his feet just with his fingertips, his palm connected with the body part. That was kind of impressive actually.

“Now it’s your turn.” Leo spoke as he moved up again.

With a deep breath on their own, Y/N slowly moved down, stretching their hands down to connect with their own green feet. They expected the familiar burn at the back of their legs, but it didn’t appear. They could feel a pull, but their hands kept moving further down than they anticipated. With a surprised “Whoa!” they too connected their palms with their feet.

Only then did the pull at the back of their legs get stronger.

“What the hell.” They grunted out, surprised with being able to do this. Moving their face between their arms they were basically at eye level with their own knees.

When they moved back up again Leo seemed way more relaxed than before. His smile now his usual smug smile he wore before the whole argument.

“Nicely done. How’d it feel?”

Y/N rolled on the balls of their feet, suddenly exited at the prospect of trying other things out. It felt nice being able to stretch down so low. Never have they done something like that “Well I could feel the stretch at the end at the back of my legs. Nothing actually super painful though. Still manageable and normal.”

Taking this as the sign that their body seemed to be doing alright for now, Leo begun doing stretches alongside Y/N. He would show them how and they followed along. Stretching their arms, legs and even their neck and fingers. It felt kind of nice to loosen up their muscles like that.

The others finished their routine way before Leo and Y/N. Mikey and April then started throwing punches against each other a bit further away from the two. Both Raph and Donnie seemed to supervise the two for now. They all stopped though when Leo and Y/N got back up and shook their limbs a bit at the end of their routine. Seemed like they were just waiting for them.

April chucked her jacket near Splinter who didn’t even bat an eye as it sailed dangerously close to his head “All good?” Her question was directed towards Y/N who hesitantly nodded.

Leo crossed his arms “Seems like they are doing fine. Donnie isn’t off the hook though.”

“Agreed.” Raph joined in.

Donnie just groaned to which April elbowed his side.

He yelped surprised only to narrow his eyes at her “I literally started the project with them! So why are you all so worried! Once they get their memories back, they will tell you that they’d totally consent to this.”

Would they?

Yes, they would.

Y/N furrowed their brows. Why were they so sure that they’d be normally okay with this? Sure, nothing seemed to be out of the ordinary. Or at least more than it should be but the voice in their head was just so sure they’d be okay with it.

“Come on! They’ll never annoy us again! Evil cackle! It’s gonna be fine, Y/N!” Small green hands twisted a screw into a metal panel with a screwdriver that looked way too big for his hands.

“Not when you say evil cackle like that! But… you are right. We did this together! No one will be able to steal our glasses anymore!” There was a childish defiance mixed in with an almost mischievous tone. Giddy that they were doing something in secret.

There were papers in front of them. Scribbles in what looked like green and purple crayon. A blueprint and wires were strewn about. The other small mutant child in a purple hoodie and black rimmed glasses got up from the ground to look over said blueprint with a huge smile. He had fun and so did they.

“Team Smart! Team Smart!” he cheered.

They groaned dramatically “That is still a dumb name, Dee.”

“Glasses?” Y/N questioned only realizing too late that they said this out loud. Everyone was looking at them now with a worried expression.

Mikey was waving his hand in front of their face, his tongue was sticking out of his mouth in deep concentration.

“Uh, Mikey?” Y/N asked, confused as to why he did this.

He promptly dropped his arm again, a big smile back on his face “Oh! You aren’t zoning out anymore!”

“Oh, I guess I was.”

This seemed to particular interest Donnie judging by the way he tilted his head to the side “What happened?”

He didn’t say it, but he must have figured it might have probably been something similar as to when they zoned out in the infirmary. Only this time, whatever this was, seemed so much clearer in a way. It was like a few snippets of a memory. A moment years ago. But that couldn’t be right. It just invaded their mind. Inserting itself almost ruthlessly so into their consciousness.

They gulped “I’m not sure. I think I saw you as a child?” They slowed down their sentence, their pitch shifting higher as if this was somehow something forbidden to say. It definitely felt weird to say.

This seemed to intensify Donnie’s gaze even more “What? What exactly. Something with glasses?”

Y/N shrugged “I didn’t really see much. I just remember you building something? We? I think I was talking but… no… that can’t- uh, anyway. It seemed like we were talking about someone stealing our glasses? And that no one will be able to anymore? There were plans on a table and a machine. I think.”

Once these words left their mouth, there seemed to be a lightbulb turning on for everyone. Recognition washing over them simultaneously.

“Oh! That was years ago!” Mikey was the first to say.

“What?”

Donnie placed his hand once again against his chin. This seemed to be something he did whenever he begun to intensely think something through “Ah, yeah. We both did indeed wear glasses as kids. But our nice brothers loved to steal them from us to tease us. Hence why we took matters into our own hands. Did anything else happen as you zoned out?”

Confused Y/N shrugged once again “I think you chanted “Team Smart” and I said it was a dumb name. That’s it.”

Raph laughed softly “Yep, you sure didn’t like that one.”

Y/N was sure they could even spot Splinter chuckling in the back, nodding along to what Raph said.

“Okay, before you zoned out, what do you remember last?” Donnie ignored his brother’s laugh, more interested in what just happened with Y/N.

Once again Y/N grabbed a tail of their bandana. This was slowly becoming a nervous tick of theirs “I just remember you saying I’d be alright with you using experimental tech on me and I was thinking “Yeah, actually I would be.” Which honestly kind of confused me and then that happened.”

There was a glint in Donnie’s eyes. His mouth curling into a small smile as his eyes wandered to Leo for a moment. He didn’t say anything, but Leo still tensed up and let out a strained breath. Whatever Donnie was telling Leo with gaze alone, he understood.

“Seemed like me saying this might have triggered this memory to resurface. I think the moment you remember was us building a machine together for laser eye surgery.”

It took a moment for Y/N to process these words “But… I saw you as a kid…”

Donnie’s thoughtful expression changed out for a prideful one “I know, right! You researched how this would work and I used my technical abilities to build a machine for us. And now, we don’t need glasses.”

“And this is also the reason why we have to supervise you both when you start working on a project together.” Raph deadpanned.

The purple turtle just rolled his eyes “You all are just afraid of our combined intellect.”

Raph placed his hand onto Donnie’s back and moved his face closer, he was smiling but there was a tense air about him “You. Pointed. A. Laser. At. Your. Eyes. You guys are so lucky you didn’t accidentally blind yourself!” With every sentence he poked his brother’s plastron harshly.

Definitely used to this, Donnie softly pushed Raph’s face away from him “But we didn’t. So, all complains about what could have been, are for naught.”

Y/N figured their Hamato self only later got good with medicine but apparently this has been a thing for a while. Oh god, why was their Hamato self so smart? Even if it didn’t make much sense, it suddenly felt like they were trying to fill in shoes that were way too big for their feet. Not that they wanted to fill in for Hamato. They will go home and fix this and it’ll be fine.

But still. This was crazy. Actually, this was scary. If the two just as kids decided to operate on themselves, and successfully at that, then what else could they do now as young adults? Donnie wasn’t just smart he was frighteningly so.

They couldn’t help themself as they looked at April with an expression that just said, “What the hell?” to which she just shrugged. Sometimes it really didn’t help that all the things they thought were crazy seemed to be the most normal thing to these people.

Slowly Y/N lifted their free hand in front of their eyes, inspecting all the little details. How the scales ran along their skin and how their fingerprints looked. Their eyes seemed to work perfectly.

“Huh.”

“You heard about the amazing feat with did as kids and all you can say is huh?” Donnie exclaimed offendedly. He clearly wanted a different reaction out of them.

Y/N looked a bit bewildered at him “I don’t know! This is a lot to take in! I’m not sure if I should be impressed or scared!”

“Impressed, of course! Also, I just want to say that Y/N’s first reaction was that they would be okay with me using my tech on them, so, please get off my shell for this.”

“Boy. They said themself that they were confused by this reaction. You won’t wriggle your way out of this one that easily.” April’s brows were pulled down low. This seemed to finally shut him up.

It was quiet for a moment.

Leo stretches his arms behind his back “How are you feeling Y/N? Still up for some easy exercises? Even after whatever this was? Do you wanna talk about this more?”

Thankful for this out of this situation that had their mind reeling once again, Y/N nodded “I’m fine and I think I just generally need some time to let this sink in before I can make heads or tails of it. Let’s continue, if that is alright.”

With this Leo looked at Splinter “Uh, how should we go about this? Go through the whole thing and like teach them how to throw a punch again?”

“Sure, that is one way. But isn’t this also prime chance to see if some of their instincts are still intact? I’m sure you can come up with something.” Splinter replied.

His son groaned “I know you wanna help me become better at like the whole leader thing by giving me more chances to prove myself and responsibilities and all but what if I hurt Y/N more?”

Splinter just turned his attention to Y/N “You’ll tell Leo if you don’t think this is a good idea or you aren’t doing well, right?”

“Of course.”

Leo ran a hand along his face “Okay, I got it. Gotta show more trust and all. I’m sorry. I’m just not too sure what we can do.”

Mikey raised his arm, jumping up and down “Oh! I’ve got an idea! How about we try one of those things where Y/N just tries to hit one of us. No fighting back just dodging, just to see how they will handle that!”

“Oh, that is a good idea, Angelo. What do you think about it?” Raph asked Y/N.

Their first reaction was that they wouldn’t even know how to attack any of them. Besides they’d frankly would feel bad about doing so. What if they actually somehow managed to hurt one of them, even if they strongly doubted it.

Their doubt must have been present on their face because Raph spoke up again in a gentler voice “How about you try hitting me. I’m big and strong. I can easily take a hit. So, you don’t need to worry about hurting me.” He laughed softly “I’m actually more worried about hurting you since I’m so spiky.”

Y/N smiled, giving him a confident nod “Alright. Let’s try this, though I really wouldn’t know how to go about this.”

Donnie cut in “That’s why we are doing this. You’ve been, or at least your body, has been in fights for years now. This is about seeing if there are any instincts ingrained in you or your muscle memory that would react.”

“And if not, we will start from the beginning. It’s chill.” Mikey added. His cheeriness really lifting a few of their worries that still plagued their mind.

After all it’s not like they will actually hit him.

Seemingly coming to a decision, the group looked towards Leo who just kept listening to his siblings. He slowly nodded “Sounds good. I’ll supervise. Just to make sure both of you don’t accidentally hurt yourself.”

Immediately Donnie, April and Mikey walked over to Splinter to sit down as well. It seemed like all of them were curious to see how this would pan out. Mikey began rocking on his legs. He always seemed to be moving in some way.

To Y/N this whole situation was unnerving at best and having an audience certainly didn’t help.

Raph walked over to other side of the mat while Leo stood to the side. He gave Y/N a reassuring nod, his smile confident “Begin when you feel ready.”

To emphasize Leo’s point, Raph smashed his fists together “Yeah! Raph is ready for ya!”

Alright this was it. Time to sink or swim apparently. All they had to do was to throw a punch. That should be easy. Just make a fist and throw it towards him. Yep. Easy. Just punch the big mutant ninja turtle.

Should they just walk over? Should they run to try to catch him off-guard? Was it even necessary?

Too many thoughts. Too many worries. They just had to do it. The more they thought about this the more they would hesitate.

Taking a deep breath in, in order to try to calm their beating heart behind their plastron, Y/N moved their fists up in front of them. Raph followed their movement, sensing that they were now ready to begin. He had a huge smile on his face. Y/N almost wanted to laugh with how excited he looked.

Just before they wanted to take their first step they remembered something they heard a while ago. When throwing a punch their thumb should be outside of their fist. Which wasn’t the case right now. They immediately fixed this issue, catching on as Leo and Raph nodded approvingly.

If the finger stayed inside their fist, they could have seriously hurt their thumb. The force would travel first through their fingers and then down to their thumb with a high chance of dislocating it. Besides if you punch with your thumb inside your fist, the positioning of the rest of your fingers is off and you will hit at a wrong angle which can hurt those fingers.

After exhaling their next breath, they pushed themself off the ground towards Raph. Using their surprising strength in their legs to run towards the big turtle. Their heart was beating nervously inside their body. They feared that somehow all of their strength would be sapped away as they got close.

Do not think. Just do.

They just threw their fist towards their opponent. Their torso moving along with the punch, as their other fist moved up closer to their own head.

Raph immediately took a step to his side but Y/N’s other fist immediately flew out to catch him while he moved away to the side.

It made contact.

It was like electricity ran through their body as they realized that their fist touched him.

Looking at it they saw Raph’s palm. He stopped their blow with his hand.

A giddy feeling bubbled up inside of them as they looked into Raph’s eyes. He had an even bigger smile on his own face. Y/N would even say he looked proud. It felt great. They felt great!

“Got you.” They couldn’t help but laugh out.

Raphael chuckled along “You sure did, Spots.”

Y/N dropped their arm again and looked over to Leo. For approval? A verdict? They didn’t know.

Leo was smiling as well “Nice one! Even if Raph was supposed to dodge!” He threw a bit of an evil eye towards his older brother.

He just waved his comment off “I know, I know. I am a physical guy though. I’m supposed to take the hits and I’m good at it.”

“Raph.” Leo only stated. It sounded like he wanted to reprimand him but there was worry etched into his voice as well.

The older brother must have caught on to it “Don’t worry. I’ve been working on it, you know that. But this is besides the point right now! Did you see Y/N? That wasn’t just any old punch! It had proper technique and all!”

“It did?” Y/N asked. Their mouth slightly open in bewilderment as they tried to think about how exactly they punched Raph.

He nodded, putting his arm around them to softly press them against his plastron. His other hand rubbing their head in an affectionate manner. Feeling like he did this mostly to tease them Y/N begun laughing, trying to push themself away from him but he was too strong.

It was only when Donnie spoke up again that Raph finally released them.

“This seems to be a good sign. Shall we try to up the ante?”

“Yes.” Leo agreed “This went way better than I anticipated. Now I’m curious how’d you do against me. But this time what if I slightly fought back.”

Uh oh.

Without much communication Raph stepped off and let Leo take his spot.

“Are you alright with that, Y/N? I promise I’ll go easy on you. This is just to see how you react. But don’t be sad if I hit you. I am the best of the family, after all.”

Y/N raised on of their brows, though they were glad to see his cocky self again rather than the worrywart. His comment also elicited a few remarks from the rest of his family. Mostly to exclaim that they were the best, of course, but Leo didn’t seem to pay much attention to them.

The blue banded turtle moved his hands up in front of his face “Vamos! I’ll buy your next pizza if you either hit me three times or dodge all of my blows.”

They wished they were more confident in their abilities because pizza sounded really good right about now. They only had some candy before, and they weren’t exactly sure how long it had been when they had Mikey’s soup.

Leo was way too fast at their side of the mat once they tentatively raised their own fists. He threw out a simple jab at their torso without any hesitation. With a surprised squawk Y/N twisted around, barely avoiding his hand.

“Good one!” Splinter complimented.

Not even getting a proper chance to realize what they just did, Leo’s hand already flew back towards them. This time Y/N ducked down and extended their right fist in hopes of connecting with his chest. But he copied their move and twisted away as well.

“Close one!” he taunted.

Seeing Leo just dodge so effortlessly they had to wonder if Raph let them hit him on purpose. Then again, he did admit he would probably rather block then jump away but still. It seemed way too easy in hindsight.

Y/N jumped to the side, once again trying to hit the taller turtle but he moved his hand from below along their wrist. Diverting their attack towards the air.

“I thought you’d go easy on me!” They exclaimed, suddenly feeling way out of depth.

He snorted “I am!”

“Eh, he is showing off a little bit.” April seemingly corrected that statement.

Another jab, another punch. More twists, jumps and frantic ducking. Y/N barely got a moment to breath. Just evading. It felt like all their brainpower was just being used on trying to be aware enough to anticipate his next move so they wouldn’t be hit.

Until Y/N suddenly stepped off the mat and unceremoniously fell to the ground with an “oof”.

“I’m impressed!”

Y/N couldn’t help but scowl at Leo. They wanted to say this was unfair but frankly they had no idea what would have been appropriate since apparently their body did know more than their own mind.

“That was a lot.” They huffed, grabbing onto Leo’s hand to pull themself back up.

He eyed them for a second “Not really but at least I understand now more about how you react. You definitely have some instinctual stuff going on but it’s obvious that something is missing. It’s probably the experience since you don’t remember fighting and all. So really, you are doing way better than a normal person would.”

Splinter was suddenly standing next to the two. Y/N jumped for a second, they didn’t even notice him walking over at all.

He thoughtfully stroked his chin “Yes. Blue is correct. Ever the perceptive one. Both of you did well.”

They did catch Mikey bouncing over though since he cheered loudly “That’s kinda cool, right? That means we have an easier time to get them back up to speed, right? That means we can soon take them outside!”

Raph caught Mikey by his shell, holding him up like a sack of flour “Calm down! One step at a time! But it sounds about right.”

“Hah! I knew you still got it.” April yelled out, throwing her arm around Y/N’s shoulder. Giving them a comforting squeeze.

It was a bit weird to get complimented so much when it felt like they were just barely holding on during the little match against Leo. That didn’t even seem right. This was mostly just Leo against Y/N. They were too busy twisting and shrieking, trying to evade him as best as they could.

Then again, they did manage to hold on far longer than they would have anticipated. So maybe they were allowed to feel a bit proud at their achievement.

“Now that we know how they are doing when it comes to straight martial combat.” Splinter begun, addressing everyone in the room “There are still two different things we need to test before we can even think about setting up proper training for them.”

“Oh yeah!” Raph yelled out happily.

April let go off Y/N to throw her hands into the air “It’s weapon training time!”

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Hey bookie I got a question for u

Say Dottore manages to get a partner somehow god knows how 👀 what if said PARTNER 👀 finds out about his crazy kookoo human experimentation ring and maybe kinda doesn't like it? What's he doing.

🪲💉Amenhotep discovers that Dottore experiments on people and thinks it’s lowkey a little sick and freaky and NOT in a cool way.💉🪲

So because of REASONS 👀👀👀👀👀👀

I’m going with Amenhotep for this ask. Not a “dottore X Reader” Deal! Sorry if that’s what ppl want :( but I like my oc and I know u do too LMFAO

So yea! This is my oc. Amenhotep. I posted about him recently.

Warnings: hints to human experimentation and also like. Manipulation and lying. Because it’s Dottore.

Amenhotep was never in the loop about his husband’s job. The living quarters and lab were very separate- both areas were soundproofed (mostly to let amenhotep relax since his senses are heightened), so Amenhotep never really knew what was happening behind closed doors. All he knew was that Dottore was a doctor- he performed odd and new “procedures”, sure, but it was for the greater good… right?

Of course, he never learns about the lab’s happenings from Dottore himself. Sometimes the fatui will have elaborate dances or work parties for the harbingers to socialize like rich people do. Amenhotep, being quite intimidated by the other harbingers, tends to hang around Dottore or the other harbinger’s spouses.

At one of these parties, Amenhotep was standing with the other spouses, seeing as Dottore was busy talking about business with Pantalone. These other spouses were all tipsy and getting into gossip. This ends up with Amenhotep learning that his husband kidnaps and experiments on people… and he doesn’t think that’s a very good thing. OBVIOUSLY.

He feels off for the rest of the night, which Dottore notices quickly. Dottore was always able to detect Amenhotep’s emotions right off the bat- to try and help him, Dottore left the work party early, and inquired about what’s bothering Amenhotep on the walk home.

Amenhotep reluctantly admitted that some of the others had told him what Dottore does for his job. Dottore, who was never one to show much emotion, jumped and seemingly became slightly panicked. This upset Amenhotep even more.

“It’s for the greater good! I don’t just harm or take people! I’d never do such things! I take in legitimate patients! I only do things to cure them!” Are all things that are along the lines of what Dottore would tell him. And Amenhotep would fully believe him.

Dottore had never lied to Amenhotep before- why would he start now? He couldn’t ever see Dottore being a bad person. Hell, Amenhotep had some odd disease that Dottore had never seen before- he never did needless operations and every. Single. Thing. Dottore ever did was to genuinely try and improve his quality of life.

Amenhotep and Dottore’s marriage was happy. They treated each other well, they were fully open and honest to each other- really, they were in the perfect relationship. But Amenhotep realized how little he truly knew about Dottore’s work life. He caught himself shooting an extra glance at the lab doors when he passed them, straining his ears to hear any odd sounds from those rooms, and trying to determine what Dottore had done that day through vague questions.

Amenhotep knew what the fatui was. He couldn’t marry a harbinger and not know. But it had never occurred to him that Dottore would do bad things, even if he was certain the other harbingers would.

In the end, Amenhotep fully believes Dottore is doing things he truly views as “good”. Whether said actions are objectively good or bad, he’ll never know. The thought never fails to unsettle him.

The truth is, Dottore does believe his work is for the betterment of humanity… for the most part. He knows what he’s doing. He knows it’s awful. He’s just a man who prefers to keep his personal life and job separated. Everyone needs a place of normalcy to return to, no?

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Experimentation (part 1)

Okay! So. First fanfic I’ve written in forever, please be gentle with me. I’ve written probably far too much because I don’t know when to stop 🥴 part 2 will be posted tonight where it gets…really smutty (I’m only using the photo because he’s hot there lmao)

Christian Cage and Fem!reader get back to their hotel room after a show and discuss her fantasies

Smut (more detail below on what that entails!), some cute moments (Is it still called fluff?)

Word count: 2044

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Happy reading 🩷

Smut involves: mention of ass eating, cross dressing, masterbation

Finally, after a long stretch of weeks Christian had some time off. Two weeks to be exact. After a couple hours of socialising with his co-workers you both stumbled into your hotel room ready to hit the sheets and rest up.

“You know, I do love that I can do this again,” he started, dropping his bag onto the floor with a dull thud, “but I always forget how exhausting it is.” You gave him a sympathetic smile and offered your arms for him to enter into a cuddle.

“But it is worth it, right? To be able to go out there and perform in front of your fans again?” you questioned while he settled in your embrace.

“Of course it is, I wouldn’t trade this job for the world! But…”

He shook his head with a sigh and pressed his face into your neck. You knew how much he loved his job, helping the younger guys with their journey in the industry. Irregardless, you could see how taxing it was on his body. You did everything you could to help after matches: massages, foot rubs, you even helped him in the shower just so he didn’t have to worry about reaching around and twisting his body even more than he already did that night! But it still wasn’t enough to fully lift the pressure and the physical toll it took on his body. It always seemed there was a weight on his shoulders that wouldn’t budge.

“Listen, I’m going to take a shower while I’m still kind of awake, and then we can watch some TV before bed?” he pulled away from the embrace with a gentle kiss on your shoulder.

“Sure. I’ll put the heating on so it’s nice and warm here for when you finish in there!” you gave him a squeeze of the shoulder as he flashed a sweet yet tired looking smile and a nod before making his way to the bathroom.

He had been in there for about 5 minutes before you found yourself becoming a little bit restless. Lying on the bed you realised it had been at least around 3 weeks since you had had sex with each other. As soon as that realisation hit you, it was like someone had hit a switch. Images of him that night in the ring flashed in your mind. Seeing him in his ring gear always turned you on; something about seeing him in a tight turtleneck with no sleeves really got you going. Sure, you loved seeing his bare chest and the hair on his pecs but there was just something with seeing him clothed when he got tossed around the ring. It always sucked to see him pinned but you couldn’t help but get excited about seeing him lying there in a pathetic heap. Even more so when he was covered in sweat and/or blood. Maybe it was the idea of knowing there was something beautiful underneath the sweaty clothes that only you could see? Or maybe it was the fantasy of seeing him clothed during sex?

You both had experimented with each other since you had gotten together but there was something you had been wanting to try. And even as you thought about it at that moment, your hand found its way to your underwear waistband.

One of your experiments involved having sex while you wore clothes, more specifically a mini skirt and bralette top. He, of course, was nude but you had to wear that with no underwear or bra. It was exhilarating. Seeing your boyfriend dressed appropriately for the event, with nothing on, and yourself with the complete opposite. You both loved that he could slide his hand up your warm thighs, under your skirt and not have to bypass any underwear. Instead he could reach what he wanted immediately. The same applied to your shirt. There was nothing stopping him from caressing, squeezing, feeling your bare breasts under his hand.

But it wasn’t that situation that excited you right now. It was the fantasy, the idea that the roles were switched. That he was the one wearing the mini skirt and bralette, with nothing underneath. That he was the one submitting to your touch. You gasped, rather loudly as your fingers found their way under the cloth and to your clit. While you rubbed and pinched, your mind raced away. You imagined him laying with that pathetic and desperate look on his face while you ran your hands up his fluffy legs. Lifting them up and throwing them over your shoulders as you kissed around the area he needed you most. Hearing him call out your name quietly as your hands reached his ass, squeezing the cheeks, and spreading them slightly. Far away in your mind you could hear a very faint noise from the bathroom, like the shower being switched off. But you were too deep in your fantasy to stop touching yourself to the thought of him to care about being caught.

You imagined licking the precum off the tip of his dick while your fingers slowly drifted closer to his hole, just threatening to push their way into him. But what really excited you was the idea of moving your naughty lips down there. It was something he had admitted he wanted to try but when he told you that before, you weren’t sure about going that far just yet so he dropped the subject and it hadn’t come up since. Now? You were desperate for the idea of eating his ass until his orgasm. Maybe taking it one step further by involving toys at some point. You just needed to see him submit. To hear him whine and moan while you pleasured him in every way-

“What are you doing there?”

His voice shocked you out of your trance and froze your fingers in place. He stood at the foot of the bed, towel wrapped low on his waist, arms crossed, and an amused look on his face. You felt like a deer in the headlights as you looked up at the smirk on his face. You couldn’t even remove your hand from between your legs. It’s like you were paralysed at the knowledge you had been caught touching yourself without him there to witness it from start to finish.

“Well? Care to explain why I leave my shower to find my lovely girlfriend pleasuring herself without me?” he questioned, stepping to your side of the bed on the left. With a stammer, you tried your best to explain yourself.

“Y-You were in the shower, and I..and I jus-t couldn’t he-help it. It’s been so long since we’ve had s-sex and I couldn’t help but imagine you…”

“Imagine me…what? Touching you?” he purred. His hand reached down to your stomach, slowly sliding it down to where your hand still sat from before.

“Surprisingly no. Um…I wasn’t imagining that.”

He stopped. He raised an eyebrow at you and you could tell that his mind had gone to one of his worst fears: you were thinking of someone else. It was another thing he had admitted to you when you first got together. That he was insecure about a few things, and that not looking good enough or being good enough in bed was one of those things. He had a terrible fear that the only way someone could enjoy sex with him was if they thought of someone else. Noticing his thought process, you quickly reassured him. And divulged your fantasy.

“I... I have this thing I want to try with you.” You shut your eyes, almost in fear as you began to explain what you wanted. But what were you afraid of? He was very open minded and willing to try new things, especially in the bedroom. If it would turn you on he would perform to the best of his ability if it meant seeing you cum for him. And cum hard. But maybe it was the fear of him telling you it was too far and he was not willing to try it. Nor would he let anything convince him otherwise. He hummed a noise at you to signal you to carry on talking, and as you pressed on he sat himself down on the edge of the bed next to you. He could tell you were nervous about asking him so he wanted to ensure that the situation was as comfortable as it could be. He would hate for you to feel uncomfortable in telling him any and all fantasies.

“So you know how we experimented with me wearing clothes during sex? And you were naked?” He hummed again in acknowledgement. “Well…what if we reversed the roles?” He stayed silent, waiting for you to explain what you meant.

“I want to try having sex with you in clothes and me naked-”

“Babe, please tell me you weren’t nervous about asking me to try that with you!” he chuckled, oblivious to what you were about to tell him, “of course we can do that! If you want me to keep my clothes on and you go naked you can just ask-”

“No, not just that. In the same or similar clothes to what I wore that night. I want to have sex with you wearing a mini skirt and bralette, not me. Or maybe…lingerie?”

Christian had stopped chuckling. It obviously was a lot to take in at that moment. To be told by your partner that they wanted to see you in their clothes during an intimate experience. Especially considering you were the opposite sex.

“Okay? So…you want to have sex with me wearing your clothes? Just your clothes, no makeup or anything like that?” You opened your eyes to look up at him, expecting a look of confusion and disgust at the idea. But to your surprise, he had a very soft and calm expression. Maybe even some curiosity to the idea. You bit your lip and nodded nervously as you waited for him to respond.

He sat there processing what you had told him. There was no denying he was definitely interested in the idea, he would always try something once. But it was like there was more excitement than he expected as he imagined the situation. He opened and closed his mouth a few times, trying to find the right words. But perhaps if you looked down at the towel, you would get his verdict. There was a very noticeable bulge under the towel as his cock became harder by the second. Imagining having sex with you in your clothes was more enticing than he thought and he wondered why you guys hadn’t tried it yet.

“Do we have them with us, and are they clean?” he asked, his voice a little higher than before. Your breath hitched as he looked down to you. He was into it. He wanted to help you fulfil your fantasy!

“Oh, um…I-I think so but I’m not sure if we cleaned them after we last used them. The top might be okay but the skirt…maybe not?”

He bit his lip, feeling a little disappointed. He was definitely interested in doing it with the bralette and skirt…but lingerie? He wasn’t sure. If it was what you definitely wanted then he’d put those feelings aside to please you.

“We don’t have to do that tonight if you don’t want to!” you reassured him, “I know you won’t want to wear dirty clothes, and lingerie might be too far for the first time.” Christian always did everything he could to make you happy when it came to sex and foreplay, but you didn’t want him to feel overwhelmed or uncomfortable. Yes, you really wanted to see him wearing that. But you weren’t going to push him. You could see on his face he really wasn’t sure on going that far too fast.

“Maybe we can try something else? Would you feel comfortable if I…if I were to, um…”

Once again, you found yourself becoming nervous about asking him to try something you guys had yet to even discuss. He raised his eyebrows at you and smiled, “sure baby, what’s that?”

“I want…I want to try…giving you a rimjob.”

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