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moon-rivr · 5 months

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Every day I wake up and want Miguel O’Hara, a man who can cherish me with all my heart but also fuck my brains and yk what so hard to the point it’s mush /j

That aside, I’d looove to see jealous Miggy railing the shit out of Y/N all bc an old classmate from high school/uni was all being handsy and Miguel didn’t like that bc he didn’t get the hint 😏

celoso

pairing: miguel o’hara x fem reader

contents: situationship, jealousy, mentions of verbal abuse, reader gets pinned against wall, semi-public sex, oral (m receiving), fingering, biting, marking, unprotected p in v (be safe 🤨🤨), doggy, brief choking, spanking

a/n: so i was thinking of making this into a relationship fic buttt my hand slipped (whoops)

word count: 4.3K

"Wey, you're gonna end up breaking that cup."

Miguel looked down at the glass of champagne he was holding, his knuckles starting to turn white from how forcefully he was holding it. He couldn't help it though, especially with the way Flash wrapped his hand around your waist while he made you laugh. "Not like they don't have more cups," he responded, looking back over to his brother who had a knowing smile on his face. "I don't get it, you both like each other so why not pursue something?" Gabriel asked him, the same question that had been tormenting Miguel these last couple weeks.

The only reason that Miguel had even agreed to come back to the reunion was because of the way that you looked at him, clearly excited to see how everyone's life had been going so far. He didn't care that much about the people that used him for test answers but he wouldn't miss the opportunity to spend some time with you. "We wouldn't be seen together but as long as the two of us know we're there together then who really cares?" You had told him, his plans wrecked by the bomb you'd dropped. He ended up going to the event regardless because no matter how hard he tried, he could never find it in him to deny you anything.

Flashing disco lights mixed with the loud music was supposed to provide an ambiance full of enjoyment but it did nothing more than just torment Miguel. He hated the fact that his eyes seemed to find you in every room you were in without putting in much effort like a siren capturing its prey. All the event did was remind him that he no right to be feeling possessive over you, that he had no authority to be feeling jealous at some other man having his hands all over you.

He knew that you didn't want to pursue a relationship, but he couldn't help the feelings that he'd developed towards you. So in attempt just to have you present in his life, he'd agreed to keep this no-strings fling with you. The lines kept blurring every so often though, with the two of you going on dates and being each other's confidant. He was moderately happy with the arrangement that the two of you shared, but seeing you getting so comfortable with another man made him wish that he had the balls to ask you for something more.

"We're both fine with the no-strings thing we have going on," Miguel told him, loosening his grip on the cup before taking a sip. Gabriel raised a brow as he reached over to grab a champagne glass from the table. "Ya estas muy viejo para andar con estas mamadas," Gabriel retorted, standing next to him as he patted him on the shoulder. (you’re too old to be doing this shit) "Ni tan viejo, solo 27," he grumbled, his brows furrowing even further as he saw you place your hand on Flash's shoulder. (not that old, just 27) "There's people here who are already married," Gabriel offered, letting out a laugh as Miguel’s scowl deepened further.

You were talking with some friends in the middle of the gymnasium floor, trying to avoid eye contact with Miguel as your friends tried to recognize the people around them. "Wow, he's so tall and hot," Sasha, your friend, pointed out and you didn't even have to turn around to know she was referring to Miguel. "Isn't that the guy who used to wear those stupid glasses? I think his name was Manuel or something," your other friend, Jenna, remarked once she stopped kissing her boyfriend long enough to see who you were all talking about. You bit on the inside of your cheek to avoid correcting her, not wanting to drag any suspicion to yourself.

You listened to your friends talking as they excluded you from the conversation, wondering why you even put up with them back in uni. You excused yourself though you weren't sure if anyone really cared about your absence and headed to the bathroom. You were about to enter when you suddenly felt a strong grip on your arm, turning around to be faced with Flash. "Why'd you leave so early, pretty girl?" He asked you, his mouth reeking from the vodka he'd been drinking all night. "I just need to fix my makeup," you responded, trying to get him to loosen his grip but he pushed you against the wall.

"I've been thinking.. we were really good during university so what do you say if we rekindle that flame?" He asked, clearly oblivious to the fear sparking up in your eyes. "Dude, get off me. you're hurting my arm," you tried to plead with him but the grip around you only intensified. He leaned into kiss you, your knee hitting him in the groin once he got close to you. "STUPID WHORE!" He screamed after you ran away from him. You weren't too focused on where you were going, just making the effort to get away from him as much as possible.

You didn't realize you'd bumped into someone, your eyes flickering up to meet Miguel’s red ones. "What's wrong?" He questioned, his gaze softening a bit as he looked down at you. "Oh thank goodness I found you," you mumbled, just burying your head in his chest without caring who was around. His hand came to hold yours, only stopping when he felt you flinch underneath. "Who did this to you?" you could tell that he was trying to remain calm as he asked that question, some venom still managing to seep through. "Flash Thompson," you responded, holding his arm before he had the chance to storm off.

"Can you just stay with me, please?" You asked him, tears brimming on your waterline. He let out a small sigh, almost like he was conflicted but he nodded and went with you to the football field. The two of you sat on the stands, sounds of cicadas around filling up the silence. You leaned against Miguel’s shoulder, finding comfort in just being around him despite the rough facade that he'd built for himself. His arm wrapped around your shoulder, seemingly wanting to keep you away from any further danger that would come.

"It's so stupid, I actually thought that he was an okay partner during our time in university. Like sure, he was verbally abusive towards me but he was nice during these short periods of time," you spoke out, feeling Miguel’s eyes bore into you as you did. "Is that why you're so avoidant on being in a relationship?" He asked you, his hand tracing small circles on your shoulder. You took a couple seconds to think about his question, wondering if Flash had really had that much of an effect on you and your future relationships. "It's part of the reason why, I think seeing everyone around me in unhealthy relationships kind of set in stone for me."

"I don't think it's wrong what you're doing, but are you sure you're not closing off opportunities just because of that fear?" He inquired, his hand coming down to your waist as he held you close to him. The truth was that you did allow yourself to wonder about the 'what-ifs' but they always ended up in the worst result. "I just don't see the whole point of putting myself through the pain of being in a relationship, y'know? Plus, you're pretty good company," you responded, flashing a small smile towards him.

Miguel didn't say anything, but he didn't need to in that moment. All you were looking for was for someone to hold you, to make you feel like you were okay again. You got up when you heard your phone buzzing, a message from your friend asking to come back to the party. "I'll come meet you later tonight," you told Miguel before you left, leaning over to press your lips against his cheek. You couldn't help but feel butterflies in your stomach as you saw your lipstick mark on him, practically marking him as yours. "Don't think I forgot about all those little touches by the way!" He yelled after you, a small chuckle escaping from his lips while he waited for you to leave.

You walked back into the party, seeing your friends still standing in their spot without Flash. You grabbed yourself a drink from a table nearby, listening in to the conversation happening around you. You let out the small occasional 'hm' and 'mhm' in response to their conversation, not willing yourself to feign more interest than that. If your friends had noticed something off, they hadn't bothered to mention it. Your eyes glanced over to Gabriel, seeing that Miguel still hadn't come back from the field. You found yourself growing a bit worried for him, taking a sip from your soda to try to calm down.

Miguel saw Flash as he walking back from the football field, unable to hold himself back the longer he looked at him. As Miguel approached him, he could tell that his frame clearly overpowered his, but Flash still tried to pretend like he was the one in power of this situation. "What the hell do you want, nerd?" Flash asked him, speaking to him like he didn't matter much more than the dirt below his feet. "What I want is for you not to put a hand on her again," Miguel spoke calmly, despite the storm that was brewing up inside him. "And if I don't?"

The whole thing had happened in a blur, one minute Flash was laughing in face and calling him a nerd and the other he was on the floor screaming for help. Miguel had to mentally restrain himself as he punched him, his fist leaving Flash with a crooked and bloody nose. "That's what happens if you don't," Miguel responded, wiping away the blood on his handkerchief before walking away. He stepped away into the restroom, his hand throbbing as he washed away the blood flash leaked onto his hand. Your concern for Miguel was quickly replaced with shock when Flash came into the gymnasium, blood spilling onto the white shirt he had on.

You’d almost missed Miguel walking in behind him as he tried his best to blend into the shadows while he walked back to Gabriel. Your attention was brought back to the group when they let out a collective gasp once they noticed Flash walking over. "What the hell happened to you?" Sasha asked him, a tone of amusement in her voice as she spoke. "Bumped into a door," he responded, grabbing some ice from the bowl nearby and placing them into a napkin. You noticed he kept his distance from you this time, giving you only the occasional dirty look.

Gabriel looked up from his phone to look up at Miguel, taking a look at his throbbing hand. "Don't ask," Miguel grumbled, placing an ice cold soda against his knuckles. "Wasn't going to. How's the other guy doing?" Gabriel asked before he looked over where Miguel was staring, noticing Flash's bloody nose. He let out a small hiss as a response, clapping Miguel’s shoulder. "Well at least he looks worse than you. I was gonna text you after you abandoned me, met some girl that wanted to dance with me," Gabriel spoke before leaving Miguel alone in the shadows.

You watched as Jenna danced with gabriel, despite the fact that her boyfriend had only just left the event. The group decided to join her on the dance floor and so you did the same, dancing to the rhythm of the song that was playing. Your eyes met Miguel’s as you danced, your hips moving sensually to the rhythm of the song. You could feel other people staring at you and the way that you moved, but your eyes couldn't leave Miguel’s no matter how hard you willed yourself to try. His stone cold facade broke down when he clenched his fists by his sides, a clear sign that you were affecting him.

You looked at him as he pulled his phone out, his thumbs rushing across the keyboard as he tried to write the words out to the best of his ability. You felt a buzz in your purse, seeing a text message from Miguel to meet him in the restroom. You placed your phone back in your purse, taking a small gulp as you walked into the restroom after him. "Second stall," he spoke up once he heard the door close, your heels clicking across the bathroom floor while you walked to him. "What if that'd been someone else?" You teased him as you walked into the stall, closing it immediately to avoid getting caught.

The words soon enough died in your throat as Miguel unbuttoned his pants, his cock hard under his boxers. "You see what you do to me, beautiful? Couldn't stand all those others staring at what's mine," he told you, bringing your face up to his as he kissed you. The kiss was rough, like he was just desperate to get a taste of you. His mouth travelled down to your throat, leaving a small mark on the side of your neck. "You're all mine," he whispered, his touch featherlight as he kissed your neck. You got down on your knees, palming his cock through the boxers.

You slid them off, his cock hitting his stomach once it was released from its confines. You wrapped one of your hands around it, starting to stroke him as your mouth went towards his thighs. You left small kisses on his thigh, making your way up to his cock. You placed a small kiss on the tip of his cock, your lipstick leaving a mark as you did. You opened up your mouth, swirling your tongue around the reddened head with your eyes locked straight on his. His hand came back to the back of your head, holding you in place as you got started.

You took more of his cock in your mouth, never growing quite adjusted to the size of him. Your cheeks hollowed as you made your way down his shaft, your tongue running down the underside of his cock. His hips bucked forward, your gags filling up the empty bathroom. "So pretty, all stuffed with cock like that," he murmured, your eyes watering slightly as you tried to control the tears streaming down from your cheeks. Your hand wrapped around the base, pumping what your mouth couldn't reach and the other one went to play with his balls. You held his heavy balls in your hand, tugging them slightly and massaging them in your grasp.

"Oh fuuuck, just like that," he moaned quietly, soft groans erupting from his chest as you continued to suck on his cock. You pulled away, spitting on the tip while the liquid travelled downward. Your grip on the base tightened as you moved your hand up and down his cock, looking up at him in anticipation. You brought your mouth back to his cock, your lipstick smeared across and your mascara dripping down your cheeks. "Tan hermosa que eres," he groaned as he felt your tongue running along the underside of his tip, the sight of him looking so disheveled making your panties wetter by the second. (you’re so beautiful)

You felt your pussy clench around nothing as you sucked him off, your panties damp from how much you were affected by this. You felt his legs shaking underneath you, his groans becoming louder as he approached his orgasm. "Where do you want it?" He asked, his voice cracking a bit from the sensation he was feeling. You opened up your mouth, sticking your tongue out as your hand pumped him at the same rate you were going beforehand. "Just like that, don't stop," he told you, biting into his hand as he approached his orgasm. White ropes of cum filled up your mouth, some of it landing on your cheeks and chin.

"I look horrible," you noticed as you looked at yourself in the mirror, your lipstick barely clinging on. "Well I think you look pretty," Miguel responded, wrapping his arms around your waist as he peppered your neck with more kisses. You wiped away at the mascara dripping down from your cheeks, deciding to give up on that aspect and just fix up your lipstick. You couldn't help but let out a chuckle as you saw the mark on miguel's lips, handing him a piece of tissue paper to clean up.

Once the two of you had fixed up the slightest bit, you left at separate times. You waited for Miguel to text you the okay before leaving the bathroom, walking back over to your friends. "What's up with you? You keep disappearing," Jenna pointed out once you came back, the darkness of the gym hiding away the hickey blooming on the side of your neck. So much for them not noticing your absence.

"Just drank a little too much soda," you responded, keeping your voice even so they wouldn't notice your little fib. You looked around, noticing that Gabriel was standing off to the side once more. "What happened to dancing with him?" You decided to change the subject, receiving a small shrug in response. "I don't know, he's too sweet? His brother, though, definitely looks like he's a freak in the sheets," she pointed out and you couldn't help but feel a bit of possessiveness over Miguel. You decided to ignore her little comment, letting her go back to talking with the rest of the group.

Miguel walked back over to Gabriel, finding him sulking alone in the shadows. "It's funny, almost every girl I've been with chooses you for some reason despite the fact that you're an asshole," Gabriel spoke up, Miguel’s chest tightening up a bit as he spoke. He'd never meant to make his brother feel inferior, never meant to make him feel like he was something less. "The girl you were dancing with had a boyfriend so I wouldn't wallow too much over that," Miguel responded, approaching Gabriel slowly. "Yeah, you're probably right," he responded with a small sigh, still feeling down.

Soon enough, another woman had approached Gabriel and asked him for a coffee, without offering Miguel as much as a second glance. Miguel looked down at his phone, checking the time on his phone before walking out of the gym. You came out right after he did, stepping side by side with him. "How's your brother doing? Jenna’s kind of.. a lot so I’m sorry," you spoke up first, looking up at Miguel. "He's alright, he found someone else to get over it. How do you feel about getting back to my place?"

On the drive back home, you couldn't help but feel aroused at the sight of him behind the wheel. He just drove so eloquently, his muscles flexing in the thin button down he had on with every movement that he made. You spread your legs, noticing Miguel looking at you through the corner of his eye. You tentatively played with your folds through the thin material of your panties, looking over at Miguel as he struggled to maintain his composure. "It's like you want me to crash, little minx," he muttered, looking straight at the road. You took off your panties slowly, bringing your fingers up to Miguel’s mouth.

He wrapped his mouth around them as he kept his attention on the road, covering them in his spit. You brought them back into your weeping hole, sticking them in. You started off slow, your slick combining with his spit each time you pushed them inside. Miguel’s hand around the steering wheel tightened, letting out a grunt as he heard the squelch from your pussy. You began rocking your pelvis against your hand, riding your two fingers as soft moans escaped from your lips. Miguel brought his other hand towards your clit, rubbing the nub as he continued to drive across the empty streets.

Just as you were about to cum, Miguel pulled his hand away despite your protests. "You'll only be coming around my cock, understand?" He told you, the car coming to a stop. You looked around, noticing that the two of you had arrived to his penthouse. You felt your pussy clench up at his promise, your shaky feet barely taking you out of his car. Without a word, miguel picked you up with ease and locked up the car before taking you inside.

The two of you had barely gotten through the door when Miguel started kissing you, his mouth engulfing around yours like he was afraid you'd go away. "We should go to the bedroom, yeah?" You suggested to him in between kisses, his hand grabbing yours as he led you up the stairs. The minute the two of you had made it back to the bedroom, his lips were back on yours as his tongue explored every inch of your mouth like it was the first time doing so.

He wasted no time in zipping down your dress and taking off his clothes, a pile quickly building up underneath the two of you. "Get down on your hands and knees," he told you, your body obliging almost immediately. His hand rubbed the globe of your ass cheek, a sharp smack taking all the breath from your lungs. "I want you to count for the amount of times he had his hands on you," he spoke, his hand gently soothing the sting from the previous slap. "Okay!" You exclaimed, letting out a moan as his hand came down to smack your ass once more. "One!"

The process continued for four more times, Miguel’s hands gripping your hips as he pushed his cock inside of you. "You only belong to me, I don't care if it's official to you or not, it is to me," he spoke, a small grunt escaping from his lips as he felt your pussy clench around him. No matter how many times he'd fucked you, the process was still a stretch every time. You gripped onto the pillow below you tightly, his cock moving inside of you slightly as he tried to fit in.

He retracted his cock, slamming into you in sharp thrust. "All mine, understand?" He told you, leaning in slightly as his chest hit your back. "All yours!" You responded, the words not feeling like something you were just saying in the moment. The grip around your waist tightened, his cock retracting out of your pussy much faster this time. Drool rolled down to your chin as he sped up, his thrusts almost punishing you for letting another man touch you. Your back arched, stomach against the bed as he rocked you back and forth.

He brought you back up, your back plush against his chest while his hips snapped into yours. You held onto the headboard, the wooden frame hitting the wall with every thrust that he took. One of his hands held your waist as he fucked you to his will, the other wrapping around your throat. He provided enough pressure to make your vision blur at the edges but not enough to the point where you were suffocating. The blood rushed up to your head with every thrust that he took, your mouth parted in a 'o' shape as you moaned out babbles of what seemed to be his name.

He tilted your head back to his directions, leaning in as he kissed you with such intensity that it made you dizzy. You weren't too sure if it was from him or the momentary oxygen loss, but you couldn't get enough of how well he was fucking you. You went back to being on your hands and knees, almost feeling his cock in your throat from this angle. One of his fingers circled the rim of your ass, never willing to do that without your proper consent but he liked to toy with the idea every so often. That hand went down to your clit, rubbing your clit and flicking the nub to the rhythm of his thrusts.

A new wave of your slick coated his cock, some of it rolling down to the covers beneath the two of you. Your mind was erased from every thought that didn't include coming around Miguel’s cock. Your walls clamped around him once more, a moan erupting from your throat while your release coated his cock. He continued with the same pace, fucking you through the orgasm as he sought out for his own release. His thrusts stuttered slightly, becoming off-pace as he reached the brink of his own orgasm.

His head came down to your shoulder, biting down on it as white ropes of cum coated your walls. His fangs gently grazed against your shoulder blade when he removed his mouth, waiting for his cock to soften up so he could remove it. He slid out in one swift motion, getting a rag from the bed stand. he cleaned in between your thighs, his touch light as he did. "Can you stand up for a minute? I'm not letting you sleep on those sheets," he asked you, helping you get up from the bed.

After he'd changed the sheets, you couldn't help but look up at him curiously. "Was that talk about me being yours just something out of the heat of the moment or..?" You asked, trailing off since you didn't want to make wrongful assumptions. "No, it wasn't. I only agreed to this stupid fling because I just wanted to be with you. I'm sorry if I'm acting rash or anything, we can go back to normal," he responded, willing to put aside his feelings for you just so he'd have these moments. "I don't want things to go back to normal, I want to be with you."

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starfxkr · 1 month

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trap!jj sees you crying and eats you out to make you feel better (esp bunny & kitt)

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when jj came home to find you crying on the couch it took everything in him not to blow up, there was noting more he hated than seeing you distraught, but he knew violence wasn't the answer.

instead he approaches you cautiously for once, slipping in the bed next to you, "now what's with the waterworks huh pussycat?" he gently placed a ringed hand on the exposed flesh of your waist and you could't help but shiver at the feeling of the cool metal.

"I don't wanna talk about it," you shift to face him with a pout on your face, not your normal petulant expression—one of genuine distress, as tears well up in your eyes. “god i feel so stupid crying about it.”

the sight of you made him ache. try as he might to sheild you from the hurt and the pain he couldn’t. he could only do his best to make you feel better.

“we can talk about it when you want aight? don’t worry your pretty self about any of that bullshit right now. papa’d gonna make you feel all better.” a rough hand reaches up to stroke your tearstained cheek with his thumb, when he strokes your plump bottom lip you take him in. “i’ll fix it….promise you i will.”

and jj may not be able to snap his fingers and erase your problems, but he can offer a little relief. his lips and tongue were always a welcome treat with the way he expertly wrapped them around your clit. he spread your lips and licked your cunt in long, slow stripes. each time he dipped inside your clenching hole your fingers tightened in his hair until your nails scratched at his scalp.

it was enough to get lost in you—to feel your thighs dhake against his ears as more of your arousal poured onto his waiting tongue. he didn’t care about any of his friends or crew finding out he was a nunch for you—as long as he was the one who’s name you called out.

he circles a finger around your clenching hole, detaching himself from suckling on your swollen clit, you ready to tell me what happened baby girl?”

your head was swimming so much you almost didn’t hear the question until he repeated himself, “i-it was rafe!”

he slowly slid the finger inside, “and what did he do? cmon tell papa, you know i got you.” the blonde returns to your clit for a few encouraging sucks before releasing you again.

“he-he told me you didn’t want me…that i was just a game for you to play like all the others. and that when he finally dropped you i would be his. but-but i don’t want anyone else i just want you!”

jj was so shocked he completely paused.

“papa?” you tried tentatively, raking your hands through his sweaty hair in efforts for him to say something.

he leaned up from where he was laying between your legs, fingers resuming their steady pace inside your pussy, “i want you to listen to me okay?” he grabbed your face to maintain eye contact, “aint shit out there for me but you. no other bitches. and rafe cameron will be a dead man before he touches you.” his fingers speed up but he doesn’t let your eyes close—giving you a gentle slap to keep your attention.

“you’re my baby aight? this right here? is mine.” his palm comes up to rub against your clit, essentially allowing him to grab your whole pussy, but the other hand lays itself over your chest, “but more importantly this is mine. you’re mine pussycat, nobody elses. you got that?”

your heart flutters wildly at the confession-he looks almost desperate for you to understand. and you do, nodding your head as the tears threaten to fall, “i do.”

jj looks relieved at whatever he sees in your eyes and he visibly relaxes, “mhm thats what i thought.” he smothers your face with kisses, trailing them down your face, neck, chest until he’s back between your legs.

“this pretty little pussy is all mine. now hold these for me babygirl im hungry.” you grab your legs as he instructed so he can really get to work. dragging his tongue from your pussy to your ass so you were panting and squirming above him. rubbing your sensitive, swollen clit with his thumb as he swirled around your puckered hole.

“ple-please be careful m’gonna cum.” you weren’t sure what you were warning him about but he seemed to know. the thumb circling your clit quickly slipped back into your pussy as he reattached his lips to your clit and rubbed your tender asshole with four wet fingers—never pressing in just massaging until you began to shake.

whatever he wanted to say died in his lips in a grunt when you started cumming, quick little gushes that he lapped up eagerly even as it drenched his face.

the ceiling spun as pleasure crashed onto you, you were gasping so loud you didn’t hear your boyfriend speak, “easy now, you gotta breath pussycat. can’t have you passin out ion know how i’ma explain that one.”

when you finally came to you were wrapped in his arms with one of his hands between your legs massaging your still trembling pussy.

“how was that? feel better dontchu?”

“feel a lot better.”

“good good…you get yourself together and how bout me and you pay mr. cameron a little visit hm?”

jj always knew how to take care of you, as rough and dangerous as he was. there was no doubt in your mind that he belonged to you just as much as you did to him.

#✨.txt #jj maybank prompt #trap!jj #kitten!reader

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eldritch-spouse · 9 months

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Okay so you touched briefly on Bregg using his tail for penetration on Reader who couldn't take him

Would you mind expanding on that? 👀

It doesn't have to be this exact scenario but I just really need some tail-fucking content 😭🙏

-🙊

[Fem reader.]

TW: Tail fucking; He's a bit pushy at the start.

He's grinding on you again.

That on its own is no issue. Or rather, you've come to trivialize the fact that Breg just tends to latch onto you after a hard day of work. He always says the same things- That he misses you. That he's lonely, that you smell nice (you're pretty sure you're just sweaty), that he can't help it... And that's- That's fine. Because at least, after humping one out at your expense, he gets in much better moods and will practically bend over backwards no matter what you ask of him. Which is very useful.

What is not so fine is when Breg tries to put his dicks in you. Which is starting to happen a little too much for your tastes.

He knows it doesn't work. The two of you have tried time and time again, and you're just nowhere near that level of stretchiness yet. Breg needs to get it through his thick head that he's several feet taller than you and he's hung like a stallion and you're only human. These things take time and effort, he can't be impatient about things. When you explain this to the horndog, he nods along and it really does seem as if it's sunken in to his smooth brain- But then this happens!

You can only groan in distaste while he keeps trying to nudge your legs apart instead of settling for your thighs. As soon as Breg succeeds, chirping his approval and soaking one of his cocks in your slick, you try to stop him before the breeder gets any bright ideas.

" Breg. "

" H- Hm? " He sounds guilty already.

What, does he think you can't feel him trying to push in lightly, can't feel him slip and nudge your clit instead? Damn him and his stupid fat cocks.

" Breg. " It's a warning this time.

He just moans, trying harder.

" It's not going to work, you know this. "

He manages to catch the right position. Though, as soon as the male starts putting force behind it, a sharp stab of pain zings up your body and you push against his chest hard, making the breeder peel back and whine.

" Stop it, it's not happening. " For good measure, you grab his shaft, trapping Breg in place while he twitches slightly in your grasp.

" But you're so wet! " The monster insists, pleased at the notion, hormone fried brain not putting two and two together.

Much to your annoyance, he has the gall to try to slide his spare dick in, as if it would work, by some miracle. You shift your pelvis away and he slides harmlessly on the crease where sex meets thigh, resisting the urge to smack him with a pillow.

" That's not enough. We talked about it before, this needs time- "

Above you, Breg makes a sound like he's dying, defeated, drooling past grit teeth as wants and consideration war. " I just want to be inside you so bad... " He unhelpfully moans.

You shiver.

He acts like you don't want that too, the idiot. As if you're not distraught that you can't fit him either and how it might put a dampener in the sexual side of your relationship.

Huffing, you reach upwards to cradle his face in your palms, letting Breg lean into the contact. " Well, you can still do that. Just with your fingers or your tongue for now, while I work up in the size department, yeah? "

It was meant to console the breeder, keep him hopeful for the future, let him know that not all is lost even if his horndog brain says so. Instead, it inspires a very different reaction in Breg.

See, when those gears start turning, his face tends to fall into a neutral expression, which is to say, he kind of looks like a blank canvas. You squint at your roommate-turned-creepy boyfriend with some skepticism, wondering what's going through that mind right now.

" Hey. " He starts, grinning.

" Don't like that tone. "

Your comment is ignored, he dips to peck the top of your nose. " What if I used... My tail? "

Oh.

" Ew. "

It was a gut reaction. You didn't even think about it. His tail... He wants to fuck you with his tail? That's new. Said appendage wags rapidly behind the breeder, slapping on the mattress as if to commend Breg for his stupendous brainfart.

The craziest part is that, maybe, it could work. He's got fine motor control of it, and it has varying degrees of thickness. The only problem is... It's his tail. You know, the thing that's constantly knocking against stuff and getting in all sorts of places.

" Ew? What do you mean ew?? " Breg recoils, sounding vaguely offended and hurt.

" Sorry, that just caught me off-guard. " You cringe. " Is it clean? "

The monster relaxes and nods, grabbing the extremity and pulling it to his front. The body part is clearly still trying to express his happiness, even when trapped by strong hands.

" Of course it's clean! I'm clean. "

There's an eye roll. " No Breg, I've seen it drag on the floor behind you. All the time. "

He deflates. " Buh- "

" Not buts. Go wash it. "

As quickly as he slumped, Breg springs to a stand again, gripping his own tail hard enough to make you wince on his behalf. " Does that mean you'll give it a shot? "

You'd like to say you deliberated over the matter thoroughly, but in reality, you saw that hopeful goofy smile and decided immediately. " Yeah, I guess. "

" YES! " He nearly roars. " I love you, angel. "

You wave him away with a hand and heated cheeks, listening to the male scramble to the bathroom and turn a faucet on while you rest against the pillows and question if this is actually a good idea.

[...]

" Is- Is this good? "

He swallows, holding your legs up, one ankle held up and apart in each large hand as he stands between your legs, tail beneath his, driving what little length of itself it could fit there madly.

" Mmn- Y-Yeah, it's ah- " Your eyes roll, he's not being merciful or taking it slow in the least.

To Breg's credit, he's got better limb coordination than you expected, drilling his tail into your pussy almost mechanically, only ever faltering in the beginning. You've coated him in slime by now, and something in the back of your mind says that you're welcoming a bit more girth than you could before.

" Good, okay... " He murmurs, entirely distracted by the view.

The breeder can't tear his gaze away from the way how, even just using his tail, you still bounce with the force of each drive forward, all the soft parts of you swaying almost hypnotically to him. From tits to face to belly to legs to sweet cunt- He finds himself groaning heatedly like he was (metaphorical) balls deep in you.

" Fffuck, you're amazing. " It was meant to be a compliment, but it comes out more like pleading, Breg getting almost dizzy by the concept of actually getting to put either of his cocks in you one day. Your only response is to make a clipped whimper and turn your face away.

" You're clenching really hard. " There's a smile behind those words, immense pride about being able to make you feel so pleasured with seemingly any part of him. It's a real ego-stroker, so you let him have his fun for now.

" I can't wait to feel that on my cocks. " He bets it'll feel so nice, it'll make him come in a minute, you're so fucking perfect, he can't wait. " Hah- You're soaking me. "

The closer you seem to get, the more desperate the breeder becomes, brow ridges creasing as he's left neglected, throbbing aimlessly and occasionally bumping against you. Breg keens and instinctively bucks his hips when you move yours to chase more friction, too turned on to realize it only looks silly.

Eventually, his vocalizations alert you to what's happening, and even if you're debating getting your orgasm now, you can't help but feel bad for the monster.

" Here- Here, let's try something. "

After a couple moments of puzzling out something appropriate, you end up on your hands and knees while Breg stands, his long tail winding around to keep fucking into you at the same steady pace as before, and your tongue alternating on which shaft to tend to.

Admittedly, it's a nice view, getting to see his abdomen flex in pleasure, blue teeth biting a thin bottom lip as he tries, and occasionally fails, to divide his attention between the pace of his tail and moving his hips so he can slide his drooling dicks on your face.

" Y- You're always so smart. So thoughtful- " He praises, twitching in anticipation, ever the infatuated fool.

" Oh, shut it. " You'd be lying to say this doesn't at least do wonders for your self-esteem.

He may be a little too big for your pussy, but you can put at least a bit of him in your mouth, thankfully, and you eagerly do. The moment you suckle on his left tip, looking up with doe eyes, Breg cranes his head back and furiously drops his free hand to his remaining shaft, pumping. The noises he lets out as he feels your walls around his tail and your lips hug his length are lurid. He's always too loud in his enjoyment, but that's almost endearing at this point.

In truth, your servicing becomes sluggish and sloppy the moment you start feeling that perfect coil in your core. Another couple inches of his tail slip further in and the suddenness of your orgasm hits you like a brick, having you wide-eyed and moaning deliciously around Breg's cock.

" Oh- OHhn! Fuck- Fuck I like that, do that again! "

He grunts from above, having the wherewithal to keep pistoning hard through your climax, almost jostling you in the process.

It was a satisfying orgasm, you'll admit. Probably the closest thing to being properly fucked by the breeder you'd done so far, and that leaves a sense of accomplishment in you.

As you stop to catch your breath, Breg's now slippery tail eventually drops from your well-fucked hole, and before you can question where it's going, you hear a nasty, foul slurp from above.

Predictably, he's sucking your cum off his tail like it's a glazed sugar topping, to which you make a vaguely weirded out grimace.

Still licking at himself, Breg smiles and moves to angle his oozing members back towards your mouth with a wanton leer.

" Please please please please- "

Well, it's the least you can do.

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og-danny-dorito · 1 year

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[ Ghost and Soap Comforting A Crying!S/O ]

⚠️𝔗𝔚⚠️: crying, hurt/comfort, small text used in post (warning for my visually impaired readers)

[ Simon "Ghost" Riley ]

it's kinda funny because even though he's thought to be this deadly, calculating soldier he's awfully still when he sees you upset

in fact, he almost seems timid

ghost approaches you after he gets his bearings, moving with a little more noise than he normally would so as not to startle you or anything

you don't acknowledge him at first, tears seeming to barely cease their tirade down your cheeks even as he softly places himself next to you on your cot

it creaks under his weight- enough to gain your attention but not enough to feel imposing -and he waits

ghost is a patient man. he won't pressure you into speaking, won't immediately ask what's wrong, just sit there and act as a silent comfort to you while you let out the rest of your feelings until you're ready to talk

he fucking hates admitting it but seeing you upset makes him upset

his presence is enough of a question by itself, the extra weight on your cot enough to act like a silent reminder that he's still there and ready to hear what you have to say. he tries his best to hide that he's getting a little emotional about it though.

what happened to make you feel like this? why are you crying? who hurt you?

if you choose to answer his unspoken questions and tell him what's wrong he listens quietly, nodding his head and humming gently as if to assure you that he's listening to you

ghost isn't much for verbal affirmations, but if he feels like the both of you are comfortable enough with each other to initiate physical contact, he moves to wrap an arm around your shoulders and pull you in

in an odd way it's... comforting. he doesn't say anything, but he holds you there. and it says enough

he's worried about you and you know that, and you slowly lean into his chest so that you can let your weight join his where you're sat

he rubs his hand in circles on your arm, saying quiet things to comfort you

it could range from anything to "It's going to be alright, love." to "When we get our hands on that fucker we'll make them pay. Alright?", but you know it isn't just empty promises

he only speaks when he means it, and you know for a fact that what he says is genuine

[ John "Soap" MacTavish ]

"Baby? Baby, what's wrong?"

you know he's concerned when he starts dropping the pet names, his voice soft as he comes up and envelopes you in his arms without any other words

he waits till you calm down until he finally asks what happened, who he needs to kill, etc etc, and makes an effort to listen to you intently

he's very caring and perceptive (sometimes too much for his own good), and seeing someone so close to him so hurt makes him feel hurt

he wipes your tears with the pads of his thumbs and holds your face in his hands as he looks at you with those pretty blues you love so much, his expression showing the concern he's trying not to reveal too much of

out of pretty much all of 141 i would say he's by far the most emotionally perceptive (even though that isn't saying much), and so he can usually sense if something is up from a mile away

soap's gentle when he cares for you, listening intently to what you have to say and offering whatever he can to make it better

he doesn't like seeing his baby upset :(

soap is probably the best when it comes to comforting you considering he almost immediately knows what to do, knowing when to give you space or when to keep you company depending on who you are as a person

if you need to cry into his chest he's more than happy to let you and rubs slow circles into your back as you let out the last of your tears

it's to the point where even now, like countless times before, you feel as if he almost knows you better than yourself, the weight on your chest lifting a little when he cracks a joke or two to ease the tension

once you're done the two of you get something to eat and he makes the bed for you, offering to have a bath together. it's nothing sexual, he just wants to take care of you tonight.

and he does a damn good job of taking care of you. don't thank him though he'll say something corny like "What kind of boyfriend would I be if I didn't?"

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shuuuuush · 9 months

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NOT ENOUGH [Niko]

Summary: Niko had been ignoring you for a few weeks, and this wasn't the first time you decided to confront him.

Warnings: angst (warning bc I usually don't write angst yet here we are 🤟)

A/N: YESS HAHA MY FIRST ANGST AND FOR MY BBY TOO , honestly just went with the flow when writing this hope yall like it ;_;

When you first dated Niko, everything felt like a dream. You were both deeply in love with each other, and you would spend almost, if not all, of your time with one another.

Whether that would be going out to spend time with each other, visits to places, or just being near each other while watching a movie and eating snacks.

One memory you won't ever forget was when Niko first kissed you. It felt like the ending of a romance movie honestly, everything with him was just so perfect.

You loved this relationship so much, and you were sure Niko did, too. You would do anything for him.

But now, you weren't sure he would anymore.

The past few months, you've tried to overlook everything.

Maybe he was tired.

Maybe he just wanted to relax after being so busy all the time.

He's been pushing you away for a few weeks, and then when you ask about it, he suddenly avoids the topic and acts all lovey again. Apologising and then buying you gifts to suppress all the questions.

You thought at first when this happened, it would all go back to normal again.

But then the cycle repeated.

Pushing you away for a while and then coming back only for apologies and gifts and then pushing you away again.

What was going on with him?

The man you remembered and fell in love with, would yes be a bit busy but he loved you, would spend most of his time with you and never would have let you felt ignored or less than what you are.

Sometimes you would get into fights, asking him why he was ignoring you and not there most of the time, you understand that he's a YouTuber obviously he's busy but you only need a bit of his time.

You don't want to disappear fully from his life.

And you sure as hell hope he doesn't want you to leave either.

He would brush it off, apologise, and kiss you. Sometimes, throw in a gift there, and you would be ok, for a couple of days, contacting each other and then it happens all over again.

You put so much effort into making things right with him, keeping the relationship happy and reestablishing things after a fight.

You never lost hope that Niko would come back, and be his usual self, the one that you fell in love with.

But honestly, you were getting tired now. Hope used to burn in your heart, strong, feeling as if you could take on any challenge with him.

But now that fire was dwindling, almost to the point of extinction.

Needing to know whether that fire in your heart should be extinguished forever or reignited, you decided to arrange to talk with Niko.

This time, you aren't going to accept all those simple apologies and kisses. You needed to be firm, and you wanted to make sure of one thing.

If he really truly still loved you.

You arranged to meet up at his house, since that would be the most comfortable, and he wouldn't be able to come up with some excuse to ignore this conversation since he lived there.

Walking up to his door, you rang the doorbell, and you took a deep breath, trying to calm your nerves, as you didn't know what was going to happen.

Of course, you wanted things to go well in the end. But realistically, was that going to happen? Did you prepare your heart for heartbreak? The answer is no. No you didn't. But if the truth needed to come out then so be it, you needed to know.

The door swung open, and you were greeted with the face of the man you loved, Niko. Briefly observing him before you walked in, his hair was dishevelled, and he was in his classic NDL hoodie and sweatpants.

Clearly, you were overdressed for this casual meet-up that you knew he thought this was.

He moved out of the way, holding the door open for you to enter. And you walked inside, you took off your shoes and put your jacket on the coat rack. You wanted to at least be respectful.

You both walked over to the couch and sat down on it. Niko turned to you while you still faced forward.

"So what did you want to meet up for?" He asked, looking at you.

"Can I not just meet up with my boyfriend? Why do I have to have a reason." You looked down at your feet, not making eye contact. You needed to talk to him about this problem, so why can't you get the courage right now?

"Well, obviously you can, but it is a bit strange."

Taking a deep breath, you turned to him, finally making eye contact. He then looked surprised as he could see in your eyes the firmness and seriousness. He could now tell that this wasn't just a casual meet-up. It was serious.

"Niko. These past few months have honestly been insane. Our relationship is falling apart, and I don't know if you can see it." You decided to be straight up and tell him. It was hurting you to beat around the bush.

"Every time I try and contact you, you either ignore me for a few weeks or apologise simply, and then we're alright for a couple days, and then the whole cycle of ignoring me happens again. Niko, what is going on?"

At that last part, your voice starts to break.

You didn't care if you looked desperate.

You were tired of all this.

Niko sighed, running a hand through his curly hair. He started to speak but then he cut himself off, looking away.

You placed a hand on his shoulder, making him turn to look at you. You used to understand him, his eyes would explain everything to you, or even the slightest twitch of his mouth you would be able to understand.

But now you just can't read him at all, it's almost like there was no emotion, nothing to be read.

He faked a laugh, one you knew wasn't real, and he took your hands into his, "Y/N, come on. You know I've got a lot to do these days. I'm sorry, come here." He leaned in towards you, but you pushed him away, earning a shocked look from Niko.

In his mind, did you just reject a kiss?

You backed away into the couch, crossing your arms. Clenching your jaw, you were starting to get annoyed at the situation. You looked directly into his eyes.

"No kisses, no gifts, no amount of "sorrys" can make up for this. These lost moments, Niko."

Saying words like these to Niko, although true, started slowly cracking your almost heart.

"I'm sick of patiently waiting for you when you won't even arrive," feeling hot tears start to develop at the back of your eyes. You tried to blink them away to look strong in front of him, "I feel that you're not even trying in this relationship anymore."

"Y/N, I've tried, honest, I've tried to get us back together to be happy again like we were." He tried to hold your hands, but you pushed it away.

"But it wasn't enough, was it?"

"Please just-"

"No, Niko. No. I've given you so many chances, and you blew it all."

This time, you couldn't hold in the tears. The strength to do it had crumbled. And you let them fall.

"I want a partner who can actually be there for each other. All I wanted was a bit of your time. Now it's hopeless, and honestly, I'm losing my mind, Niko."

Seeing you cry like this stabbed Niko in the heart, the first time seeing you cry in front of him, and he hated it.

He hated that he was the cause of you crying.

But what could he do?

Did you even want to be with him anymore?

"Y/N..." His brows lowered and his lips thinned into a straight line. He held a hand out to you but then retracted it, not knowing whether or not you wanted to be hugged right now.

He ended up pulling you into a hug, resting his chin on top of your head, as you cried out into his chest.

You let him hug you because in this state you were in right now, you couldn't think straight.

"Please just give me one more chance." He whispered, his voice so quiet you would only be able to hear it if you were an inch away from him.

After your tears felt like they flooded all out, you breathed in and let yourself go from Nikos' grasp.

Looking for answers in his eyes, you told him, "Niko, please don't play with my heart right now. Don't lie to me. Tell me the truth."

"I need to know, do you still love me?"

His breath hitched in his throat, eyes roaming yours, "I..." and then he nodded, "I do love you."

You didn't believe him. Why would he hesitate if he truly loved you? You could see it in his eyes. He didn't have the same love, the same fire as you both did before.

Standing up, looking at him one last time, you headed towards the door, putting on your shoes and jacket.

"Y/N, where are you going?" Niko swiftly ran up beside you while you were getting your things and held his hands out in confusion.

"Goodbye, Niko."

Turning to leave through the door, you could hear his protests behind you.

But you ran to your car and started it, reversing out of his driveway. You saw Niko in your side mirror trying to catch up to your car.

Halfway on the road back to your place, you pondered the situation, a lump in your throat developing, and your eyes became itchy.

You thought you made the right decision?

So why does your heart hurt?

Why were you crying?

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gryfferin-gaybies · 27 days

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Coping

"I've got you. I've got you." Harry wrapped his arms around Draco's shaking body, holding him tight against his own chest. "Shhh. I've got you."

Draco sobbed in his arms, loud and ugly and unrefined. The sound of his sorrow made Harry's heart break. Harry lowered them to the ground until Draco was sitting between his legs, his back against Harry's chest. His hands went to pull at his hair, a negative response to stress. Harry grabbed his wrists to pull them away so he wouldn't harm himself.

"Draco, breathe. Breathe. It's ok," Harry said into Draco's shoulder.

Draco pulled his knees up to his chest. "I can't," he choked out between sobs, shaking his head. "I-I can't."

Harry felt tears begin to prickle his eyes and he willed them away. "Yes, you can, Draco. Come on. Breathe for me. In . . . Out . . . In . . . Out . . ." He exaggerated his breaths so his chest would move with each one, moving Draco with him.

Draco continued to sob and wail and hyperventilate, but Harry kept talking him through breaths until he seemed to start to try to mimick him.

"That's it. There you go," Harry encouraged, praising Draco for his efforts to calm down. "Just like that, Draco. Just keep breathing with me."

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"Thank you," Draco said minutes after he'd calmed down, his voice cutting through the quiet, the only sound in the air their synchronized breathing.

Harry had let go of Draco's wrists to wrap his arms around his waist. "Always. It's what I'm here for."

Draco turned his head to get a glimpse of the man holding him, grounding him. His gaze was met with Harry's. He turned in the bracket of Harry's outstretched legs so they were chest to chest. He searched Harry's eyes and then kissed him, rough and heated.

"Woah," Harry said, breaking the contact. "What're you-" He broke off unsure of how he wanted to finish that question.

"Please," Draco said, peppering open-mouthed wet kisses to Harry's jaw and neck. "I need this. I need . . . something." He sucked on his skin where Harry's neck met his shoulder.

"I—" Harry started, his words lost in a soft groan when Draco dragged his teeth lightly against the sensitive patch of skin. "I—Draco, this isn't—I don't—Draco." He held his hands up awkwardly, unsure what to do.

Draco took Harry's hands and put them on his waist. "Shh. Stop talking and kiss me."

Harry pulled away, removing his hands from Draco's body again. "Draco, we can't."

"Why not?" Draco moved his hands under the hem of Harry's shirt, running his fingers over his abs. "Please," he breathed. His tongue darted out to lick his lips.

Harry couldn't stop his eyes from tracking the movement. He shook his head, regaining his focus. "Draco, why are you doing this?"

"Because I want to be distracted. So please, distract me." He leaned back in to kiss Harry again.

Harry wanted to give Draco exactly what he was looking for. His body was already responding to the touch of the other man—the man he'd been secretly in love with for months. It took more strength than he even knew he had to deny him when it was what they both wanted. "Draco." It came out as more of a moan than it was supposed to. "Draco," he tried again. "This isn't a good idea. Merlin, you make it hard to do the right thing."

"Then don't," Draco whispered seductively. He nipped playfully at Harry's earlobe.

Harry tilted his head to give Draco better access to his throat and felt a teardrop fall on his neck. He moved away again, standing this time to back out of Draco's reach entirely. "Draco, you can't use sex to avoid your feelings."

Draco stood so they were on the same level again. "Why not," he mumbled.

"I'm here for you, Draco. I'm not going anywhere. But I love you too much to let you do something unhealthy that you'll regret. I want you. Fuck, I want you. I have for a long time. But not like this."

Draco closed his eyes and let out a deep breath through his nose. He nodded and ran his hands through his hair. "Fine." He stormed off past Harry.

"Draco, wait. Where are you going?" Harry knew the answer. He wasn't sure why he asked when he knew he didn't want to hear it.

"If you won't fuck me until I forget how miserable I am, I'm going to go find someone who will." His expression was closed off. He turned on his heel to continue making his exit.

It hurt Harry to hear him say it. "Draco, please. This won't make you feel better. You know it won't."

"It will in the moment and that's all I want right now." He didn't even look back at Harry when he said it.

Harry felt tears begin to prickle his own eyes as he watched the man he loved, on his way to self destruct, to sleep with someone else. Harry felt like he might be sick at the thought of someone taking advantage of Draco's grief. He felt like he might be sick at the thought of Draco letting them.

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homeheroine · 9 months

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More Than You Could Know

Authors note : heyyy, I wrote this really late at night. It's not prof read. I'll edit it later. I hope it makes sense for now. this is pretty angsty by the way. fluffy raph will be here soon don't worry! enjoy! <3

prompt :

"Raph. We have to talk about this."

"Nah, I don't think we do actually."

"What is wrong with you? Why are you acting like this? What happened to "we are a team"? What happened to trusting each other? W-wha what happened to us?"

"You wanna know what happened Y/N!? Huh!?" The volume of his voice booms though the lair's hallway's. "I realized that I'm so much stronger than any of ya. I'm so powerful that if I lost my mind I could-- I could...." Finally making eye contact with you, Raph notices the tears that roll down your face. Each tear a reminder to him of the atrocities that he had committed against his family, against his morals...

....against you.

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Reconstructing New York was gonna take a while, everyone knew that, but with the mutants and humans coming together to construct it again the wounds from old discrimination would heal. The Hamato clan was thriving, strengthened by the bond of battle, the healing of their physical and emotional scars, it seemed everything was ok. Everyone was ok. Right?

"no... no please. I don't want to do this! Let me go! Let me go please!" Raph's cries had woken you with a start. He was having another nightmare. You rushed over to his side tripping from your post since he had basically scared you awake.

NY had basically been completely reconstructed; the only thing that was left was crowd control. You and Raph had been tasked to put away some of the mutant baddies who had broken out of the Hidden City Prison. After tracking a particular escaped inmate for quite some time, Donnie had given you a tip that this inmate could potentially lead you to a group of baddies who banded together after escaping. It was originally a solo mission for you because of your specialty for stealth and recon, but you opted to take a Raph as your bodyguard if you were discovered. The thought of being caught against an entire group of mutant baddies didn't sit right with you. But having Raph with you, the muscle of the group who just happened to have a growth spurt between now and the krang invasion, you felt very comfortable getting the valuable intel for Donnie. Though if you were to tell no lies, the whole reason you requested for him was because he had been avoiding you. Ever since the defeat of the Krang he had been.... different, not only because of his new height and mass. You first noticed the physical distance between you two, then his efforts to keep you from being part of his reconstruction team and even sitting out of his usual spot during movie night. Every time you tried to confront him about it he either dodged the question or straight up ran away! This mission was a perfect excuse to get answers from him, but since leaving the lair he's been just as distant.

"Raph! Hey! Wake up! It's a dream you're on a stake out!" You grab his shoulders trying to shake him awake. He twists out of your grasp effectively throwing you out his range. Stunned by his strength you go back to him, this time coming closer to his face. "Raph please. Wake up-- Ah!" You gasp as he grabs the wrist of the hand that attempted to cup his face. His hand might as well envelop your whole hand all the way down to the middle of your forearm. His fist tightens and his eyes shoot open, they're blank, no sign of his usual friendly gaze. He looks at you like... like you're an enemy. You stare back, honestly unsure of what to expect. He has always been very good with controlling his strength around you, he could easily break your hand even before the invasion. Who knows what he could do to you now with his new strength. Fear fills your heart as you watch him, "Raph! Please! You're hurting me!". Those words seem to spark something in him, blinking back at you his iris's return. He looks into your eyes confused at first then noticing the situation he releases your wrist immediately. You wince and drop to your knees opening and closing your hand attempting to regain feeling, nothing was broken at least. Raph gets on his knees next to you, spouting apologies. The corner of his eyes pricked with tears. "I'm sorry, I'm so so sorry. I'm sorry Y/N."

You muster your strength and put on a reassuring smile. You know how he gets when things like this happen. But you have never seen him like this before. What was he dreaming about? "It's ok Raph. Don't worry, it was an accident, I understand." He seems unconvinced. "Is it broken? Can you move it? Are you-" He stops his apologetic rambling, abruptly raising himself to his feet and taking a few steps back from you. He bows. "Forgive me. This will not ever happen again." If it wasn't for his tone you would have laughed, but his voice is filled with anger. You blink, confused, at least you were distracted from the pain in your hand.

You aren't given a chance to respond when movement from behind you catches your attention.

"Shit!" You curse under your breath. Mutants. When did they get so close? You concelled yourself in some flora while Raph backed into the shadows. Mutant baddies were coming near your hidden stake out spot and they did not look happy.

"Listen, I swear I heard voices coming from this way."

"If there is nothing out here I'm telling the rest of the gang you left the base unguarded."

Gang? Base? Donnie was right. They did team up, and it seems you were close to their base of operations too. Maybe this night would redeem itself. You covertly made your way over to a nearby tree. You needed the high ground if you were gonna follow them back. Launching yourself into the air you attempted to grab a branch to pull yourself up. Pain surged through your arm from the impact and you let go quickly falling a distance toward the ground below. Raph swooped in catching you before you could hit the ground, though effectively ruining your stealth.

The baddies made some noise of realization and began charging toward you two. Raph is first to make contact with them, punching the first larger one in the face, sending them flying. The other goes running, deciding to not mess with the hurt that Raph was dishing out. You were about to give chase when Raph bolted ahead of you, charging toward them. You waited, breathless from the sudden rush of battle and winced as you clutched your now broken wrist. Listening, you waited, a minute of huffs of battle and then a scream occurred and Raph returned with the runaway mutant. He held the mutant upside down by the ankle as he walked past you. Raph's face was unreadable, only his eyes were visible because of the harsh shadow that cast over his face. They were blank again.

"Let me go you overgrown toad! You have no idea what my buddies will do to you when they find me." The smaller mutant snarled. "And don't even get me started on your little human pet! What they're gonna do to dem will be much worse." The mutant spat in your direction.

At that Raph launched the mutant in the air, catching them by the face when they came back down. Raph made no comment, so silly a joke, nothing. His face filled with anger, with hate, while he stared upon his enemy. You shook from the memory of the same look he gave you only a little bit ago. The mutant struggled against his hand, clawing and scratching. Raph was unfazed and wasted no time slamming the back of the mutant's head into the ground.

You gasped. The mutant plastered on the ground in a crater from the impact. Raph, hunched over expression still unreadable, releasing the mutant. They sputtered out groaning in anguish. Raph raised his arms readying himself to slam his fists into the mutant again.

Your body moved on your own. Driving your body in front of the mutant, in front of Raph's fist. You're not sure what you thought. That he would stop? He already had hurt you. But if you were here now, in front of him, would he really hurt you again? Would he kill you to get to this mutant?

The pain you prepared for never came. His fists never touch you. You peeked open an eye only to stare right into the terrified eyes of Raph centimeters away from you. Something was wrong. His right eye shines a bright yellowish green as his cat eye-like pulp mirrors the movements of his normal left eye that swims through yours. This is a memory of the Krang's possession. You and him were in the same position as when he unconsciously fought against you and his brothers. This moment was all too similar. "Raph?" Your voice is barely above a whisper he stares into your eyes once more, his eyes seemingly normal again, then blinking he rips himself away from you. You get up, rushing toward him. "Are you ok? Please talk to me. Raph!" He turns his left eye over to you while covering his right, his face is sad, scared.

"Go home Y/N."

"Raph come on now."

"Go home." His voice rising.

You huff, very worried and frankly frustrated from your dear friend's behavior. "We can't have this conversation here." You say turning around looking for any other approaching mutants. If he wants to go, then fine, we'll go, but he will talk to you. You make your move to pick up the mutant, "Help me get this guy back to the lair, we can question him."

Raph huffs, picking the mutant up and placing him on his shoulder.

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Making it back to the lair you are able to report your findings to Donnie and see the injured mutant to the med bay. Donnie gives a quizzical look to you and Raph when you return. Mainly because of the damage they took. The moment the mutant was in Donnie's care Raph attempted to flee you. Immediately making his way to the lair's exit. You finish your report in time to catch him in the abandoned subway on the way out.

"Raph. We have to talk about this." You demand speeding behind him.

"Nah, I don't think we do actually." He doesn't slow his pace, continuing to march through the lair.

"What is wrong with you? Why are you acting like this? What happened to "we are a team"? What happened to trusting each other? W-wha what happened to us?"

"You wanna know what happened Y/N!? Huh!?" He spins around to face you. His brow knitted inward while his mouth displayed a harsh snarl. The volume of his voice booming through the lair's hallways. "I realized that I'm so much stronger than any of ya. I'm so powerful that if I lost my mind I could-- I could...." Finally making eye contact with you Raph seems to notice the tears that roll down your face. You're so worried, what happened to your dear friend. Was it the Krang? Why was he keeping secrets from you?

"Please Raph, you can trust me. I'm here for you." You plead coming closer to him. He doesn't move, allowing you to cup your hand on the side of his face. He faces you now. Eyes welling up with tears as he begins to break down. "Why?" He cries, "Why do you trust me? I've done nothing but hurt you! When the Krang had me I almost killed Leo! I almost killed you!"

You recounted the memories of the Krang's possession of him. No wonder he had been avoiding you. His nightmares, he was dreaming about the Krang? Dreaming about hurting you? Tears free falling down his face now. "I can't imagine a world without ya in it Y/N. The very thought terrifies me. If I was the cause of your... the cause of a world without ya, I don' think I'd have it in me to forgive myself."

You cup both sides of his face, "Raph, that wasn't you, the real you would never do that to me. If you have these fears, these nightmares you have to tell me. I'm here for you. I'm not leaving Raph. Not now, not ever. Because I-- I love you."

His eyes widen at your sudden confession, then fill with tears once again. His face breaks down as he pulls you into himself for a much needed hug. Even now with his emotions running high he still hugs you gently. "I love you too... so much more than you could know."

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18+ MINORS AND THOSE WITHOUT AGE IN BIO DNI

tags: @illiana-mystery

Warnings: swearing

Ray held me tightly as he rubbed my back. I was trying so hard not to cry, quietly sniffling against his chest. I felt the weight of Ray's chin on the top of my head and curled further into him, feeling him adjust his hold on me to accommodate me. Everyone in the room continued talking, ignoring the fact that I was moments away from a breakdown and not even Ray could stop it. When his nose made contact with my head, the dam broke. His biceps tensed as he tightened his hold on me, pressing his face further against my head. My shoulders shook with the effort to keep my sobs quiet.

"For fuck's sake..." My cousin trailed off. "What's wrong cry baby?" Ray tensed all over as the voice cut through the group. "Didn't get your way so you have to cry about it?" I shook my head and tried to break away from Ray. He wouldn't let me go and pushed me further into his chest.

"Where do you get off, saying crap like that to them?" Ray shot back. I curled my fingers into his shirt. "Haven't you done enough damage?"

"Ray." I murmured. He pulled back to look at me. "Can we go?" Ray nodded, taking my hand and leading me away from my family. The walk back to the firehouse was quiet, the only noise was an occasional sniffle or hiccup. Ray squeezed my hand every so often, making sure I knew he was still there. As we neared Tribeca Park, Ray pulled me closer to him. He led me into the park and sat down on one of the benched. Turning to me, he sighed as he reached over and wiped away my tears. He cupped my cheeks, rubbing his thumb over them even when all the tears were wiped away.

"I know there's no point in asking if you're alright." Ray breathed out. I shrugged and he leaned forward to kiss my forehead. "Remind me why we went." He breathed out as he pulled me to him fully.

"I honestly can't remember." I said softly, resting my head on his chest. "I know I'm turning them down next time." Ray nodded before kissing my head. "I don't even..."

"Don't." Ray warned. I pulled away to look at him.

"I don't even get what I did wrong." I whispered. "How is asking everyone to stop treating me like a kid not getting my way?" Tears started to well up again and Ray sighed. He pulled me against him and pressed his face into my hair.

"It's not." he said after a while. "Your cousin was talking out his ass. They expect you to have grown up, act like an adult, but when you do..." He shook his head. "They start yelling at you and making it your fault. It's not. It is never your fault with them. Their heads are so far up their asses they can't see how great you are. All that you have accomplished."

"It really isn't that much." I muttered. Ray scoffed.

"Yeah. Like helping save the city isn't much." He teased. "Without you, I would have gone completely catatonic, Peter would have been smushed by a marshmallow because Egon would have rather studied what happened then stop it and Winston would have been the only one left going after Gozer. So do you want to try again?" He squeezed my arm as I buried my face in his neck. "If anything you saved our lives that day. And I'm more than grateful and proud of you for that."

"Thanks." I mumbled, cheeks heating up. Ray chuckled and tilted my head up.

"Always." He whispered before kissing me softly. "You ready to head back to the firehouse? Or do you want to go back to the bookshop?" I shrugged.

"Can we just stay here for a bit?" I asked. Ray nodded and pulled me tighter against him.

"Sure." He said, pressing a kiss to my head. "Anything you want."

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bts-hyperfixation · 6 months

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Outside of the Fox

Chapter 23 of 30

1389 words

Y/N longs for a new life when the one she'd been living comes to an abrupt stop. Without much thought to those she is leaving behind, the little fox packs a backpack and disappears. She stumbles across the shelter and makes an interim home for herself while she works out exactly what she wants from her second chance.

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Namjoon is a proud man. You had worked that out when you started offering to pay for things. He hated feeling like someone thought he couldn't provide for his own family. And Jin's innocent attempt to offer advice had clearly weighed heavily on his shoulders.

A few days had passed since the failed lunch date and Namjoon was still stomping around the house. He slammed cupboard doors, grumbled under his breath, and was just making life miserable for everyone else as they worked to tread on eggshells around him.

It didn't help that Jungkook was also pouting. He wouldn't let Namjoon into his room which only upset the bear further. Every evening Jungkook dragged you with him to bed and left Namjoon sleeping alone in your room. Neither of them had talked about the date since.

From the small conversations you had managed to get with Namjoon, he was heavily blaming Jin for this sudden behaviour change in Jungkook. Assuming it was the accusation that they needed help that was upsetting Jungkook, rather than Namjoon's attitude. You rolled your eyes behind his back but tried to let the dust settle a bit more before bringing up Jungkook's real issues.

But the problem just seemed to be growing, taking over Namjoon's entire mindset as he slipped from angry to depressed.

"We need to sort this out." Jimin comments.

You were sat with Jimin, Taehyung, and Yoongi in the living room, watching Namjoon closely. The bear was stomping around the kitchen trying to make lunch for himself but it was clear his attention kept shifting to Jungkook's closed bedroom door.

"I think he has every right to be mad about what Jin said," Yoongi shrugs.

Yoongi had been almost as annoyed as Namjoon for the first couple of days. He was better at controlling his annoyance but it had been evident in the slight spice that invaded his scent. While he had slowly calmed himself down, the leader of the pack didn't have the same inclination to let things go.

"I'm not sure he does..." You say, earning a glare from Yoongi and a curious glance from Jimin.

You had been waiting patiently for days to bring up the prospect of getting Jungkook some help but you had been weary of approaching Namjoon like this. He had already cut off all contact with Jin and he had been falling head over heels, you didn't really want to risk your own position in the house. However, as time went on it became more apparent that the right time was never going to come.

You swallow hard and prepare yourself to risk everything you have built.

"I think we need to have a family meeting." You state, sounding far more confident than you felt.

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So on Sunday morning, you found yourself sitting in a circle in the living room once more. All eyes flit between you and Namjoon, waiting for either of you to speak. The air feels too warm as you loosen your collar.

"Why have you called a meeting Y/N?" Namjoon asks.

"We need to talk about what Jin said."

"I don't want to talk about it." He huffs.

"Tough, it's time."

You try your best to level him with a glare, challenging him to tell you no. He grumbles to himself again but makes no effort to leave or to speak.

"Fine, I will start. Namjoon you can't keep walking around the house like this. It's uncomfortable for everyone."

"It's my house I'll do what I damn well please." He growls

"It's our house Namjoon." Yoongi snaps back.

Tension runs high between the pair of them as they stare each other down, low growls in their throats. Jungkook takes the opportunity to pull Jimin away from Taehyung and into his lap, hiding behind him as the anger in the room becomes palpable. Hoseok shrinks back into the chair he has chosen, not used to the displays of animal aggression.

You start to wonder if you should try to butt in again and get a proper conversation flowing when Namjoon relents and sighs heavily. He rubs his hands across his temple, and Yoongi settles back into his seat satisfied.

"I just can't stand how judgemental everyone is about Jungkook. I try my best you know. It just feels like everyone has an opinion and it's always critical. No one ever comments on the progress he has made." Namjoon says.

The anger in his eyes has faded to defeat. Your heart breaks for him as the tears gather on his waterline. Jimin reaches across to bridge the gap between the armchair and the sofa, taking ahold of the older man's hand.

"Was it this bad when I accidentally mentioned it too?" You whisper to Yoongi.

He shakes his head no.

"I think this is because he has gotten to know Jin, and maybe because Jin is a professional?" Yoongi whispers back.

Namjoon continues to apologise for his actions, words tumbling for his lips as he searches for explanations and excuses. He looks sheepishly at Jungkook as he talks, obviously trying to gauge his reactions, not wanting to trigger the bunny.

Jungkook has his face buried into Jimin's shoulder, his arms wrapped tight around the panda's waist, but otherwise, he seems unaffected.

"I just can't stand thinking we aren't doing what is best for Jungkook." He finishes.

"Then maybe we should start talking about therapists." You point out.

But even with his apology, it is clear that Namjoon isn't fond of that idea.

"No." He says flatly.

"Why not?" You ask.

"Because... because... because we are enough for Kookie, he doesn't need anyone else, and it will only make him worse if we force him to talk to someone else." He stumbles over his response.

"And have you actually asked Jungkook if that's what he wants?" Tahyung asks, taking some of the pressure off of you.

"I think I know what Jungkook wants." Namjoon counters, the anger returning to his voice.

"I want to be better!" The bunny yells, surprising the room.

You all turn to stare at the man and he continues.

"I want to be better. I want to be able to talk to Jin, and take Y/N on dates, and go shopping on a weekend when it's busy. I want... I want to be okay."

You all turn your attention back to Namjoon. He is looking very introspective, unsure of what he can say next.

"Okay..." He relents, clearly conflicted. "But we might have to wait a little while... money is a little bit too tight right now."

"No it isn't" Taehyung interjects. "I will pay for Jungkook's therapy, and anything else we need."

"Taehyung we can't ask you to do that." Namjoon protests.

"You're not asking, and I'm not offering, I am telling you. I WILL pay for anything Jungkook needs. Anything any of you need."

"But, but it's my job to provide." Namjoon says, his tone getting watery

"You cannot provide for six packmates all by yourself, and I have the money. Stop being stubborn and let me take care of you too."

"And me for that matter." You back Tae up. "I have some money from my marriage and I think it's time I put it to good use."

"I can't let you use your money for us. You should use it for yourselves and what you like." Namjoon tries to argue again.

"Well I like you, so that's what I am spending my money on." Taehyung states, shutting down any further conversation on the matter.

"In actual fact... I want to spend as much of my money as possible on you." He continues. "And I thnk we can all use a break, Let's go to the beach."

"I've never been to the beach," Jungkook perks up.

"Even more reason to go. Everyone take some time off, and lets go." Taehyung grins

"Namjoon needs to apologise to Jin first though." Jimin says.

"Yeah... I will." The bear says looking uncomfortable.

"Great, and what better way to apologise than offering him a free vacation." Taehyung says.

And with that, you all begin to disband and go about the remainder of your days. You can't help but overhear as Jimin turns to Jungkook

"You only want to take Y/N on dates?" Jimin says pouting, making the bunny all flustered.

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So... Uh... I know I just posted part 4 yesterday...

But I had a lot free time at work today...

A Waltz with Patience

Part 5. Part 4 is here

Tags/CW: Angst. Just... Angst...

Word Count: 858

The mission had gone to shit rapidly.

One minute, everything was running smoother than butter on a slip'n'slide.

The next, hostile forces were everywhere.

And you and Mimic were missing.

Desperate calls over the comms were met with worrying silence. The explosion that rocked the compound only served to raise everyone's anxiety the longer they were met with radio silence on your end. Keegan called in from his vantage point for overwatch. The part of the compound that had been blown up had been the exact location of the intel that the team was supposed to collect.

Which had also been the exact location that you and Mimic had been heading to.

The enemy soldiers had cleared out after the explosion, finding they were losing too many of their own to five operatives. Nikto was the closest to the blast site, quickly making his way through the rubble. The sound of his voice over the comms made everyone breathe a sigh of relief.

"Found them."

But the moment was brief.

"Doesn't look good."

Castle sent Rusty to join up with Keegan and contact exfil. Price and Laswell had gotten him in contact with Nikolai, and he was waiting for the call in his chopper. Nikto was digging through the rubble when Castle and Nova arrived to help. It didn't take the three of them long to fully uncover you. You looked up at them, your sweet face flooding with relief at the sight of your team. Your partners. More rubble cleared away revealed Mimic, her body braced over top of yours like shield.

Any feeling of relief that the team would have felt was immediately wiped out when they saw her condition. She was covered in cuts and gashes from the concrete shrapnel, and there was a combat knife embedded in her shoulder. Her breathing was ragged, her body shaking from the effort of keeping the rubble from crushing the two of you. She looked as if she was barely alive, and Castle found himself briefly wondering if she would even make it back to receive medical attention.

He shoved that thought aside violently as he gingerly lifted Mimic into his arms. You tried to stand, only for Nikto to scoop you up and start running toward the exfil site. You could hear your captain talking Mimic in a voice so soft and desperate that it made your heart ache.

"Stay with us, doll." Castle says, holding Mimic as tight as he dared to keep her from being jostled as he ran. "You did so good, Sweetheart. Just stay with us,okay? Don't leave us now. Not now." He could tolerate a mission failure, but not losing one of his own. And while Mimic may officially belong to a different unit, Castle still thought of her as one of his. The idea of the mission being a failure, and losing Mimic on top of that, was almost too much to bear.

Rust had to be physically restrained when the rest of the team made it to the rendezvous site. You and Nova practically had to sit on him to get him secured in the chopper while Castle and Nikto got Mimic safely secured. Her eyes flutter open, and she smiles as she looks up at Castle.

"C-Captain..." She says, her voice a hoarse whisper from breathing in the smoke and dust from the explosion. Castle plants a soft kiss on her forehead, brushing her hair out of her face.

"Shhh, Sweetheart. Don't try to talk. We're gonna get you some help, okay? I just need you to stay with us. Got that, doll?" His eyes study her face before he notices that she's trying to reach for a pocket on her tactical vest. He reaches into the pocket for her and pulls out a USB drive, looking back at her to see her beaming up at him.

"Th... The intel..." She says, looking like that cat that caught the canary. "We... g-got it..." Castle stares at her, completely astonished. The mission hadn't been a failure. The intel had been secured. Mimic had managed to get the intel, on top of saving your life. He wanted to pull her into his arms and cover her face with soft, sweet kisses. But she had a coughing fit that brought him back to reality. Her breathing was still labored and ragged. He could only assume that she had multiple broken ribs. Who knows what other damage she's probably suffered.

Her eyelids start to droop again as consciousness fades, making everyone in the helicopter start to panic. Rusty starts calling to her, his voice laced with anguish and desperation. She hears everyone begging her to stay awake. To stay with them. She feels Castle's hands cupping her face, his lips brushing her temple as he speaks softly to her.

"Come on, sweet Bunny. You can't do this. You've gotta stay with us. Renee, baby doll, please... You can't make us all love you and just leave us behind like this... You can't..."

She feels his lips press against her temple. Something warm and wet lands on her cheek. And then...

Everything goes dark.

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raspberry-dounut · 7 months

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hihi!! I saw adventure time on your fandoms list and was wondering if we could get anything about lee!simon? (once the curse is gone.) he's so silly and it would mean a lot

Nightmares

[TW: intense nightmares, references to PTSD, a& grief. And also, this is a tickle fic, so if this made its way into the main tags somehow, then I suggest you don’t read it if you’re not into that stuff XD]

Simon jolted awake, taking deep gasps of the cool night air in a shitty effort to stifle a scream. His heart was still pounding in his ears despite how quickly his breathing had returned to normal. It had been a nightmare, as it usually was, but this one felt different. He didn't want to remember it, but somehow he just couldn't shake it.

His heart sank into his stomach momentarily- he’d sworn he’d seen Betty, if just for a second.

“You guys… are still awake?” He was still a bit disoriented from his nightmare, but he thought he recognized those voices. As his eyes adjusted to the dimly lit barn, he could make out the shapes of Fionna and Cake, still awake and engaged in conversation.

“Well… yeah?” Fionna’s eyebrows furrowed as she awkwardly offered an answer.

“We wouldn’t expect you to understand, though. You’re old.” Cake chimed in with a shit-eating grin, completely endorsed in the game she had stolen from Fionna hours earlier.

“What were you dreaming about anyways?” She added, nonchalantly. “Getting it on with someone?”

The snide remark caught the older man a little off guard, as he found himself looking away to hide a deep red blush “Uhhh… I don’t really wanna talk about it, it’s- it’s private.”

His voice was quiet, almost a whisper, and the two of them exchanged a quick glance. It was clear something was bothering him, and neither of them were too keen on being left out of the loop.

“Suit yourself.” The cat shrugged.

“Was it a good dream or a bad one?" Fionna asked tentatively, her tone soft in a way Simon had never heard her use before. She was always the brash one, but something about the look in his eyes must have compelled her to be gentler.

“It’s— I don’t…” he started. All words seemed to fail Simon as he desperately searched for an answer

“it’s complicated.” Is what he settled on, trying in vein to hold off the weeping that usually followed after such intense dreams.

Fionna's eyes widened suddenly, but her expression quickly softened.

"Hey... it's okay. You don't have to tell us if you don't want to," she said, taking a step towards him. His reaction to her and Cake's joking response told her everything she needed to know about how serious the dream must have been.

“No, I—“ he knew keeping secrets from his (begrudging) teammates was useless. It would only make things worse for the trio as a unit in the long run. So he tried- he tried despite his distraught to explain it.

“When you get older… you, uh… sometimes we- I… my fiancé and I—“

“Woah!” Cake snickered and hummed a tune that resembled something you’d hear in a low budget rom com during a particularly spicy scene. “I didn’t think someone as boring and mundane as you would have fiancé!!”

Fionna merely needed to cast a gaze over her shoulder and Cake knew to drop the subject.

“Cake! That’s not funny!” Fionna snapped, though she knew she was partly to blame. She was never one to have a filter, knowing full well that most of Cake’s current habits could be easily traced back to herself. “What were they like?”

“No, it’s okay. She… was wonderful.” he said, almost dreamily. There was a clear passion and affection in his voice for whoever this mysterious woman was. “I still remember what cake toppers Betty and I wanted for our wedding!! And—“

“Simon!”

“Hm?”

“You’re crying!”

"I am?" With little hesitation, he let his fingers connect to under his left eye. His fingertips made contact with warm water. It was a shock at first, but given that Fiona had called him out on his sudden eruption of tears, he didn't jump at that. Still, it was a shock nonetheless. Weakly, he muttered out in a croak after his mind realized he was tearing up. "Oh... I am."

“Um, maybe we can ask big hunky Finn for some water? Or like, an extra blanket?” Fionna offered, racking her brain for a solution. Comforting someone who had clearly undergone some intense trauma wasn’t something in her toolbox- let alone said person being older in age.

Fionna attempted to wipe the tears away from Simon’s face, desperate to clear away his sadness and provide some comfort in a moment of pain. But the tears were streaming down his cheeks too rapidly, making it impossible for her to keep up with them. Despite her repeated efforts, his tears continued to fall, each one slipping past her fingertips and adding to the pool gathering in the crease of his chin.

“No, no it’s okay really… I think we’re overstaying our welcome, anyways.” He offered her a small smile- one that was cheaply sewn together with what little sanity he had left in his grief.

All she could do was look at him with concern. The years that had gone by showed in his features, bringing a deep sorrow with them. The events of his life were like a war zone within his eyes, the tears that stained them telling her the story of his pain.

“Oh! Hey!” Cake’s face lit up as the lightbulb went off in her head, evident in the face she made “you humans like to be pet too, right? You evolved from monkeys, yeah? So there you go!”

“Uhhh…” It was awkward- that was for sure. He often found himself forgetting that, as far as Cake was aware, all she’d ever known was the life of a domesticated pet. An animal companion that was doomed to tight collars and comedic holiday costumes, stuck within the confines of an apartment.

“Umm… n-no thanks, I’ll pass. I think I’m—“

A weight hit his lap, and Simon flinched halfway between a startle and being winded by the force, proving to him once again how old he truly was. Turning to glare at the source he found Cake sitting squarely in his lap. Simon looked down at the cat, completely confused and slightly annoyed. He was still a bit jittery from his nightmare- and her sudden self-invitation into his lap caught him heavily off guard.

“Humans don’t work that way- I mean, at least the humans in my time don’t...” He laughed a little, though it was exasperated one that held no humour, as he was once again reminded of the differences between the world he knew, and the one he was living in. “Our nerves are a lot different than yoURS—“

“Wahahahait!!” His attempted explanation fell on deaf ears as Cake had already taken matters into her own paws. When he instinctively jerked back, she swore he was an expert at exaggerating his reactions- being stroked was a clear sign of endearment to someone like her, and he’d ought to be glad she was showing him such appreciation.

“C’mon, I’m not hurting you!” Judging by the accusing glare he gave and the slightly different tinge of honey-coloured skin beneath his eyes. He was fine.

“Y-You’re not hurting me!” His face crumpled, eyes closed and smiling, as he tried to get a hold of himself. “You’re tickling me! Stoohahahaaop!”

“The humans from your world are so melodramatic!” Cake shook her head.

“stahahahap— hahahaa!! Yohohou ahahahahaasshohohohole!!” He squirmed, giggling in spite of his frustrated facade, his legs kicking softly beneath her hold as Cake's paws worked their magic- Being sprawled out on the wooden floor of someone’s barn, whilst fighting a losing battle with a magical cat wasn’t the best look for him, and definitely wasn’t a one he could pull off.

When the feline struck a particularly sensitive spot, he nearly screamed; it was half way between someone who’d been startled, and someone who just realized how truly sensitive they were- knees bucking upwards instinctively and just about hitting cake in the chin; had it not been for her new luck of the draw abilities. Despite his pleas, both Fionna and Cake both took note of the fact that he didn’t do much to stop his playful attacker.

Cake didn’t listen- mostly out of spite that he’d nearly kicked her, but mostly because his body language didn’t appear to show discomfort. Tutting, she then used her leg to hold down his hips. Being of feline heritage, Cake knew firsthand how awful it was to have one’s personal bubble violated, and if Simon was truly as uneasy as he’d claimed, she would have backed off; spiteful or not.

Instead, she snickered and danced her fingertips up and down the antiquarian’s sides.

"Oh nohohoaaaahahahaa!! Oh m-my gohohohoad!!” Simon hadn’t laughed openly in so long- too long. The sound coming out of his mouth was so foreign to his own ears and he couldn't recall the last time he’d laughed at all. Let alone like this; unrestrained, loud, and so completely genuine.

“Alright alright! I’m done.” She announced in triumph once she had deduced that he’d had enough.

When Cake had finally let up, Simon took the opportunity to enjoy the air- missing its presence and sucking it greedily into his lungs. Each breath he took felt sweeter than the last and after getting his fill of air, he finally sat up again.

“Are you okay?” Fionna inquired, putting a hand on his shoulder. He smiled back at her- and for once, in what felt like years, he could say that he was at peace; if just for a little while. “Do you feel… at least a bit better?”

“Yeah, yeah- I’m okay.” He offered her an answer and the girl smiled in return. He was still a bit giggly from the sudden attack but this time there was no forcing it, no faking the joy- and she was content with that answer in the moment. “I’m okay.”

It wouldn’t cure him, no. But at least it offered him some sort of temporary peace. Something that would last twenty four hours, if he was lucky- and realistically; a break, no matter how small, was something he needed.

“Get some sleep- some proper sleep!” Fionna hissed, grinning.

“Because you’re old!” Cake added.

“Yeah, whatever.” He rolled his eyes, the smile never leaving his face as he waved them off, speaking volumes on what he thought of their cheap jokes. He’d clearly eased up a little. They were right- he was feeling exhausted.

With a relaxed sigh, he settled back against the barn wall, closing his eyes and releasing a long breath as his muscles eased. His head began to tilt as he fought the urge to doze off momentarily, but soon the battle was lost and his chin rested against his chest.

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fungifanart · 1 year

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Yuu has a head injury that makes it hard for them to remember things that happened 2 minutes ago. Boy of your choice is watching them until the doctor gets there.

What Was I Talking About?

Characters: Yuu!reader, GN reader, Leona Kingscholar, Ruggie Bucchi (Barely)

Cw: Blood, head injuries, Angst without a happy ending

Word count: 714

Notes: Well, since you asked so nicely, how could I say no?

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Leona holds you close as the aftermath of the battle you two were just in settles over the area. A student with a particularly destructive unique magic ended up overblotting and so both you and him got dragged into the effort to subdue them.

Everything had been going smoothly until a stray magic blast from the student caused part of the ceiling to crumble on top of you.

And now, here he is: Cradling you as if a gentle spring breeze could tear you to shreds after defeating the overblotting student.

Leona grimaces as blood streams down from your head, cursing himself for not having anything to stop the bleeding with, before he sees your eyes beginning to close, causing him to shake you back awake in a panic.

"Herbivore, don't you DARE fall asleep on me, y'hear?" Leona warns, knowing full well that you might not wake up if you were to nod off now.

"S-sorry, Leona." You respond while clearly fighting to stay awake, "I'm just...so tired, y'know? And my head hurts a lot for some reason..."

Leona's eyes widen upon hearing your last statement, "What d'ya mean 'for some reason?' Don't you remember?"

You shake your head in response as your breathing slowly becomes more labored and uneven, "Sorry, b-but-*huff*-I'm drawing a blank right now..."

Leona is only growing more panicked as things progress, not that he'd let himself show it, "I-- You-- Listen, don't worry about that other stuff right now, just focus on staying awake until the doctor I called gets here in a few minutes. Can you do that for me?"

"O-ok......but, while we're here, t-there's-*huff*-actually something I wanted t-to tell you." You say to the lion between ragged breaths.

"Alright Herbivore, I'm listening." Leona says while making direct eye contact.

You take a shaky breath as you begin, “E-ever since we met, I’ve-*huff*-always thought you were r-really cool. Even before your overblot, I-I admired your s-strength and intelligence."

“Herbivore?” Leona asks confusedly, this…isn’t where he thought this was gonna go.

“*huff* I appreciate h-how you're always honest with me…*huff* a-and I admire how you can keep a c-cool head when things get bad.” You continue as your eyes become progressively less focused.

“That’s……” Leona trails off as he tries to figure out how to respond.

‘That’s not true.’ He wants to say as his hands begin shaking, ‘I’m nowhere near as calm as you think I am right now.’

“B-but…” Your wavering voice pulls Leona from his thoughts, “As time went on, t-that admiration slowly turned into *huff* s-something else…I…I realized that I love just spending time with you…*huff*...I realized…that I d-don’t want to lose you…” You say despite your eyes not even being focused on him anymore.

Leona’s eyes go wide, “Herbi– Y/N, wait. What are you–”

“Leona, *huff* I…” You start to talk, but your voice is cut off by Ruggie’s.

“Leona! Y/N! The doctor’s here!” Ruggie calls out, prompting Leona to gently pick you up and start moving you to the infirmary.

"O-oh, t-the doctor…?" You ask, your voice sounding more and more forced and raspy.

Leona's focus remains entirely on you even as the doctor hands him gauze to stop the bleeding while the group moves through the halls hurriedly, "That's right, Y/N. He's gonna get you all patched up right after you finish telling me what you wanted to say."

You blink slowly before responding, "Wait…h-huh? I was…s-saying something?"

Leona's breath hitches and his grip on you gets tighter, "Oh hell no, don't give me that crap now! You were just telling me about how you admired me and didn't want to lose me!! Finish your thought!!!" He says as his panic and desperation only grow.

"I…*huff*...I'm sorry…I really c-can't remember…" You trail off as your eyes glaze over.

"Y/N? Y/N?!" Leona shouts as the group reaches the infirmary.

The following moments go by in a blur as the doctor works feverishly to bring you back to a stable condition, but Leona can't bring himself to care anymore. All he does is sit there, watching and waiting very intently while the memory of what you almost said plays in his head over and over.

#twst #twisted wonderland #twst x reader #twisted wonderland x reader #leona kingscholar #twst leona #leona x reader #twst yuu #twst mc #why is this mushroom writing fanfics?

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eldritch-spouse · 8 months

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Hi Pinnie! Chopping block anon here again! Could we fill this prompt with Santi or Ludwig? I'm banging my head on the nearest wall, I can't choose. Honestly, I know I'll love whatever you end up writing. 😍

How would any of the TCE gang react to finding the object of their obsession (that they'd been actively trying to keep away from the Clergy) on Morrel's chopping block? :o

[Ludwig isn't really a current part of TCE, so I'm going with good old Santi. Also, I feel that this isn't where you wanted it to go, but I got a few thoughts along the way. Fem reader.]

TW: Nonconsensual hypnotism; Implied nonconsensual sharing.

He knew something was up when you didn't so much as answer a morning text.

You need time alone. All humans do. He thought he would too when he would occasionally -Very rarely- Humor the thought of a relationship. But something didn't sit right with Santi when hours passed and you gave him nothing, absolute radio silence- When you're usually so talkative, even in your moodiest days, you'll at least bother to call him a pervert.

The incubus supposes he ought to keep himself busy for a bit before persisting again. He knows he's... A little too eager for contact, and that can naturally irk you. Maybe one day of relative silence might make you trust him more.

The demon has been making the rounds through most of The Clergy's floor for the entire night, restless in his pursuit of clientele, in a desperate effort to get his mind off you. Really, Santi has made more than enough money to honestly call it a day- The crowds are well-entertained and buzzing with a healthy amount of titillation, all is well.

Except he's not quite satisfied. He's in a foul mood honestly. Sometimes it would show on his sculped features as he pleasured those keening beneath him, nothing he couldn't wave aside or fluster out of their minds if they did notice.

He can't quite tell what brings him to the restaurant. Sure, he loves the dirty little thrill of sliding his hand down the table cloth and making someone loll their tongue out with pleasure while they pretend to eat, but most people here don't really have their minds on sex. They're harder catches, essentially.

And yet, when Santi passes by the main kitchen doors, a sound makes him halt. Not just any sound, a squeal. That by itself is no motive to stall, the incubus is well aware Morell loves his job, loves butchering, that he often takes the time to play with his food

-Like the dirty little fuck he is, sticking his fingers everywhere and bending helpless humans onto his cock, like toys, like fuckmeat. A depraved lunatic, pleasant company in Santi's opinion-

But, for some reason, the incubus is sure he recognizes that squeal from somewhere. It could be mere witless paranoia, but the echo of it in his mind doesn't let his feet unroot from their spot, so he figures he might as well check for himself. A dark hand knocks playfully on the heavy kitchen doors, receiving no immediate reply.

" Morell? " He tries.

There's some shuffling, then an eventual. " ... 'M busy! "

Yeah, "busy". Maybe balls deep in one of them already.

" Oh I'll be quick, dear- Just one peek, yes? "

More shifting and another stressed noise he could swear sounds a little too familiar, rubs him the wrong way, before something that sounds a lot like "piss off" gets mumbled back to him.

Typical.

That's why Santi only sighs before parting said doors and quietly weaseling inside.

The bobbles racing around only wave at him before buzzing around in their tasks, giving the demon a decent berth and easily circumventing him. As usual, they're completely unbothered by what their boss is up to.

The salacious, mischievous expression the incubus used in preparation to excuse himself to the chef dies as soon as his eyes scroll up to the chopping table.

Now is the time to pat himself in the back for listening to his gut, because none other than you, his darling minx, lie sprawled on that metal rectangle, like no more than a slab of meat. Your top has been torn off, pieces of it messily fashioned into a blindfold and gag. Morell stands with one hand on your thigh and the other tight around the handle of his cleaver.

Something inside him boils hotter than the rifts of Wrath. By the way you struggle in your binds, it's more than clear you're not enjoying a second of it, and Santi almost wants to believe Morell didn't intentionally seek you out. He's never been that nefarious, that putrid. To provoke the demon he works with.

He couldn't. Not when Santi never even introduced you to his coworkers. They only know your first name and vague descriptions of your face, your hair... That's not enough for someone he works with to miraculously hunt you down.

" Tha Hell did ah say?! Ya- "

" Where did you get that one? "

Santi almost doesn't recognize his own tone, and apparently, it gives the shroom monster pause too. Morell notices something's amiss, he's clever enough to notice the tense state the concubus is in, eyes glowing brighter at each passing second, deceptively still, one wrong answer away from perhaps impulsively starting a fight.

Morell looks at the human woman on his table, then back to Santi. " ... Tha fuck are ya on 'bout? "

" Where. Did you get that one? "

The chef's hand moves to your bare stomach, keeping you from squirming off the cold surface easily while he shifts to face his coworker better.

" Tha usual, Santi. I ain't been havin' time ta hunt 'em on mah own. " He shrugs. " Suppliers. "

The demon continues to glare at the blue monster for a long pause, finding no hint of a lie on those odd eyes. Only confusion and the remnants of exhilaration from what he was previously up to. This calms Santi a great deal. It was just a freak accident, yes? He let his favorite fox run a little too close to home, and she got snatched up... The incubus doesn't even want to think about what would happen if he hadn't come here in this exact nick of time.

Was it a silent nudge from Krulu? No. No, of course not, that's laughable- The lord of this pit spares no empathy for frivolities like their workers' love lives. Still, some unknowable force capable of penetrating the fog of this Clergy steered him well tonight.

Had this been no one of interest, the incubus would have still mauled the perpetrator to a pulp, if only just to prove a point. Or to thrill himself a little. But this is different. Very different. He can make the most out of it if he plays his cards right.

Santi shakes his head, then advances on the pair, unbothered by Morell's defensive puffing.

" You ought to start checking your stock more thoroughly. And not just their orifices. " He teases.

There's an eye roll. " Oh, tha's real fuckin' rich comin' from ya. "

He knows.

Nevertheless, Santi only smiles a little before hooking his claws into the waistband of your pants, grabbing your panties as well, before quickly pulling the fabric down. The newly revealed skin bares a jet black mark that is, by now, unmistakable to anyone who works with Santi. A concubus mark. His mark, elegantly claiming your most intimate parts for himself.

His claws tap idly on the meat of your hips as he watches the chef's face freeze, eyes widening.

" This one belongs to me. "

Silence. You wriggle and sob behind the gag.

" Shit. "

" Yeah. "

" I thought ah... Checked that one. "

The cook looks torn. There's some manner of guilt and cringing written on that darkened complexion, he clearly doesn't intend to continue this, but there's also some selfish sort of turmoil in his body language. As if he's upset he started the process and is now going to have a "pig" taken from his hands.

Santi's smile turns into a disgusting grin when a lightbulb casts complete depravity into his mind's eye. Your mark starts glowing, heating, and your struggling is rapidly paused. Morell squints.

" Hm, but what were you up to just now? "

The shroom hesitates, making some manner of motion with his dominant hand, which clutches his favored piece of sharp equipment.

Santi clicks this tongue. " Nice try. Before that. "

You start wriggling beneath the bigger monster's palm. It's no longer the jerking of a panicked figure trying desperately to escape, but a restless sort of agony. Morell's fuse lights up under the perceived scrutiny.

" Where tha fuck are ya goin' with this?! "

Santi arches a brow.

A quick glance flickers over your form. Today has been exceedingly traumatizing for you, the demon doesn't need to be in your shoes to know that. No one makes it out of Morell's kitchen, and if they do, they'll never be the same. You don't belong in The Clergy, not yet at least, and Santi knows that even with your currently arousal-fried brain, you're going to remember the events of today for the rest of your life- Something he can't allow to happen.

Fortunately, he knows someone who can just... Eat this unfortunate day out of your long term memory.

And, since you're not going to recall a lick of it, why not make this interesting?

What you don't know can't hurt you.

The incubus hums a wordless tune, pulling your remaining clothes down your legs, an easy task, your overheated body yearns to bare itself, he barely has to do anything. Once you're bare, Santi moves to the other side of the table, where your head rests, and starts undoing your blindfold.

Morell grumbles something incomprehensible and he snorts.

" Relax. Why would I stop you from pleasuring my minx? " Santi all but purrs.

" Yer real fuckin' weird. " Morell offers after an incredulous pause. " This ain't rubbin' ya tha wrong way? "

" Oh this is rubbing me all sorts of ways, Mori. "

" Gross- "

" You're hard. " The chef's protests are swiftly silenced. " I can't blame you. She's irresistible, isn't she? "

Morell crosses spotted arms over his chest and casts his eyes away. " She's uh... She's real purtty. "

That's one way to put it.

Santi chuckles when the torn cloth comes off, revealing a flustered, disoriented face. Your eyes glaze deliciously, pupils dilated in want as they surf between him and the blue monster, the mark's hunger going full throttle on your poor organism. The magic of a high-ranker is one Hell of a drug, isn't it? You make a desperate, muffled noise.

" There there, I'm here. You'll be taken care of soon. " He lulls, voice dipping in pitch just to make you shiver. Your head is lovingly raised so you can properly view the other. " That there is my friend. You wouldn't mind playing with him a bit, would you, love? "

Predictably, you nod enthusiastically, going as far as to part your legs in your stupor. Slick gathers excessively on your already stimulated pussy.

" Go on, Morell. "

Said monster gulps behind his thick scarf, drool clinging to his teeth at the lurid encouragement of his fiendish coworker, his fingers already itching to reach out and do as he pleases.

" Show us what you do with your piggies. "

#Santi oc #Morell oc #yandere monster #yandere teratophilia

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mayhempersonified · 7 months

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MY TAKE ON WHY SAND HASN'T BEEN VOCAL WITH HIS FEELINGS UP UNTIL THIS POINT:

So I've seen a few comments talking about Sand's lack of communication and how he should have outrightly confessed his feelings for Ray sooner, before he started dating Mew. Let me just start by saying, these are my own thoughts and probably not concrete facts and it's just a deep dive into what I think Sand's mindset has been like from the beginning. Also feel free to share your thoughts and let me know what you think. I also rarely write long takes like this so hopefully my words make sense

So I will say that, to me at least, Sand's feelings are a moot point in the dynamic they have going on. What do I mean by this? Well, Sand from the get go has called Ray a burden, Ray did not give him the best first impression and he was also aware of his alcoholism. And once they start getting to know and spend time with each other after episode 2, we sort of see Sand reiterating how they should not date. An example of this is the car scene, how he states that he would never take Ray as a boyfriend. How at the end he tried to set the boundary of maybe it would be best if they didn't sleep with each other again. I think just because he has these feelings for Ray, he knows it doesn't automatically mean that they should be together. Because in his mind, it's a disaster waiting to happen.

Around episode 4 & 5, through their dates, I think for a moment he forgets why 'they shouldn't happen' and let's his guard down a bit. Which inevitably goes back up when the fight with Boston happens and he again kind of reminds himself that "I'm not important" to keep him on track when it comes to his initial thoughts on the matter. And again, after the accident, I personally think that Sand maybe thought that it would help push Ray to get better but we see that all disintegrate by the end of the episode. And to me, when Sand was watching Ray and Mew he had this look of tired resignation. He didn't look surprised at all.

To add on to this already long rambling😅, I think it's crucial to notice that Sand has never once seeked out Ray on his own volition. Sand has only done this that one time when he was trying to get back at Top. But unless I'm wrong, I can't think of any other time he contacted Ray first. He avoids his messages, he tries to move on every chance he gets but Ray always seeks him out. And yes, I know he's never able to resist Ray and that's where his issue lies. But to me, this just confirms that yes, he has feelings for Ray but I don't think he was ever planning to act on them. His hesitation probably stems from his past relationship and the fact that Ray is not the best option, in his mind. I know as an addict and someone struggling with mental health he deserves love but when you look at it from the lens of a person dealing with that. From experience, it's not a fun position to be in and I can understand the hesitation.

I also want to point out the scene outside of the bar and how he tells Ray that he can be done with the secret crush, that it was a waste of time. Again, almost like he's reminding himself that "see this was never going to go anywhere". The only time we really see him give us a glimpse into how he feels about Ray is when he tries to stop him from drunk driving. When he sees the potential danger ahead and he uses this as a last ditch effort. Which was understandable because he was scared and desperate at that time.

So yeah, I'll just finish off by saying maybe Sand should have said something earlier but I don't think Sand ever wanted to express that in the first place because of the reasons I, hopefully explained above. And that's why we also see him make an active effort to move on at the party before Ray interrupts. I'm not sure what will push Sand to confess his feelings in the next episode, I'm curious to see that. But this is just a summary of why I think he didn't tell him his feelings up to this point.

Again let me know what you think😅 this was hardly coherent but I kept adding stuff afterwards

#only friends the series #only friends #ofts #first kanaphan #khaotung thanawat #sand x ray #sandray

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darthgloris · 1 year

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Hi! Could you maybe write what Berlin would be like if his girlfriend/wife got pregnant? Can be a one-shot or just headcanons <3

A/N: Hey! Of course you can, this is actually an adorable idea!! Here it is honey, hope you like it ❤❤

Warnings: pregnancy, fluff, spoilers

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I think Berlín would be a bit shocked to find out that he got his girlfriend pregnant

Especially when they were dating in secret

He'd feel extremely guilty for putting her body through that pain

Let it be childbirth or abortion

But most importantly for not telling her that he wouldn't be with her and their kid for long because of his ilness

She had pulled him apart from the others that day to tell him

"Honey, can we... talk for a second?"

"Of course, what's going on? Should I be worried?"

"Depends... you know what, probably..?"

"Now I am a bit worried actually."

"Yeah, um, listen... I took a pregnancy test last night and... it's positive."

Berlín almost fell over

He had no idea how to respond

For once in his life he was at a loss for words

"But- but- how did we... I mean, we were careful..."

"'Oh, no, I have fast swimmers, boo-hoo!'"

He was confused for a moment

He was used to Y/N's sarcasm, but this was the first time he had to hold back his laughter

When she realised that she had snapped, she tangled a hand in her hair out of embarrassment

"Sorry, I don't know what got into me."

"It's okay. What do you want to do with it?"

He wasn't going to force her into anything

Instead of jumping in with a decision for both of them, he thought it was better to let her decide what to do with her body

"I... don't know. I have to think about it."

"Of course. Take your time, honey."

After that day, he was much sweeter and gentler with her

He didn't care if anyone noticed

He'd never let her make any big effort

He'd rub her stomach much more often, trying to get contact with the baby

Y/N saw how he acted with the baby, even if it was unborn

And she just couldn’t take that away from him

"Berlín."

"Yeah?"

"I want to keep it."

His jaw dropped open

"...wh-what... are you sure?"

"Yes."

She'd always remember how his eyes lit up and filled with tears

She was glad she could see this side of him

In fact, her pride grew at the fact that she was the one who got to

The next couple of months were very enjoyable for the two of them

The baby bump was still coverable

So she wore oversized clothes to keep it hidden as much as possible

Soon enough they started thinking of names

"How about... Nadia for a girl?"

"That's a beautiful name. Oh, what if we tried to keep the city name tradition alive?"

"And what did you have in mind?"

"Vienna. Bali. Londres. París. Whatever you please, my love."

Berlín handled her hormones like a pro

He'd never take her attitude moments personally

Comfort her when she cried

Even if it was the dumbest reason you could think of

If she had to be honest, she preferred the cuddly, sweet and thoughtful side of him to the cold, distant one

She absolutely loved the attention and butterflies he gave her

So much so that the relationship was barely even a secret anymore

The gang noticed how he started acting towards her but didn't think much of it

Until they noticed her stomach starting to get bigger

Their secret was saved though, but it came at a price

Y/N had a miscarriage

Berlín was devastated

He had gotten much closer to her than he'd expected

And as much as he loved the kid

There were a lot of things that were taken off his shoulders

For example, breaking her heart by telling her he had a year left to live

And would have left her and their child alone

But otherwise, they were deeply heartbroken

He didn't stop with the attention, though

It kept them both sane

At least enough to hold on until the heist

#lcdp #berlin x reader #la casa de papel #money heist #berlin

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fanaura · 1 year

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eye-opening ~ part. 2 (sfw)

neteyam x omaticayan reader

in y/n's POV this time!

synopsis: you don't know what is going on between you and neteyam - so you plan to find out.

a/n: i'm sorry if y'all were waiting so long i'm a very popular and busy gyal - please enjoy there WILL be more to come from these two :)

Home is finite. Home isn’t always a place. It could be a person, a thing, an emotion. Had I always a place to sleep, a place to take cover in danger? Yes. But I had never felt truly at home with someone, never felt I was able to go to someone with anything and not feel judged. Anyway, that doesn’t matter. I’m only 18. I have time.

I lay resetlessly in my hammock, my most recent interaction with Neteyam replaying in my mind. I had tried to pretend that my - very obviously planned out by mother - instruction to hunt with the male did not make me want to die. Every time he looked at me, my pulse beat at an alarming rate. He was so damn perfect it wasn’t fair. I spent virtually the entire journey trying to figure out something to say. I so desperately hoped Neteyam would just break the silence with one of his stupidly cute quips or teases, but he stayed just as silent as I did. As I usually do, I quickly began thinking of all the reasons for this. Does he hate me? Does he know of my feelings?

These thoughts quickly dissipated soon after, every touch of skin on skin set me alight. In those few seconds we stared at each other, I attempted to ingrain all his forever pleasing features into my brain, his bioluminescent freckles like I took some paint and marked all my favourite parts of him - his nose, his eyes, his mouth, his neck, his back, his shoulders - the list was endless.

It’s been a week, and we have not spoken since. With ours being such a tight-knit clan, it was impossible to avoid him and his presence. We didn’t speak when we saw each other, only stealing quick glances every now and then. I didn’t know what to do. He had never showed interest in me before other than being purely platonic, only thinking of me as his sister’s friend that he liked to mess with. I had thought of him the same way - even if I had had a small crush on him when I was young - until now, when his arms and legs turned from boyish lank to lean muscle, soft child-like facial features morphing into mature angles and a sharp jawline. The face and body of a future Olo’eyktan. To be honest, I had absolutely no clue how he thought of me. Our most recent exchange had left me confused. I came to the conclusion that i had to talk to him, even if it didn’t go well. Even if he shattered my heart into a million tiny pieces. I had to find out what this new and familiar tension meant.

Everyone was sitting all around Hometree, chatter of the People in Na’vi and the smell of our native foods in the background. I spotted Neteyam. He sat right up near the base of the sacred tree, eating silently with his siblings and parents around him. I made my way over to him, carefully stepping over people, trying to avoid their tails and feet as I did so.

Before I reached him, his eyes were already set, I could feel them burning into me. Looking straight through and seeing everything. I schooled my face into calm as I spoke to my Olo’eyktan, his own eyes watching me with a spirited curiosity.

“Oel ngati kameie,” I said gesturing to him and his mate, both of them returning the favour. I turned my face slightly to right to make eye contact with Neteyam. My breath caught as I found him already staring at me. Nothing had ever taken more effort in my life to keep myself tamed, my features relaxed. I actioned the sign of respect to the boy, he did the same. “ I need to talk to you,” I said with a peaceful smile, my head flicking back in direction. I almost felt bad for pretending that I was not screaming internally, but I did not know what else to do in front of everyone. I thought I heard his siblings - Lo’ak and Kiri - whispering and snickering next to us, seated and watching with amusement.

Neteyam shot to his feet. “Yes! Of course,” he said quickly.

We walked wordlessly away from Hometree, the feeling of my bare feet walking along the ground, the sounds of my home’s fauna calling out in the light of eclipse kept me grounded and sane as I worked my way through every possible way this conversation could go. As I thought through them, I realised with a sickening jolt that there were more ways this could go wrong than it could any way else. It’s fine, I thought, at least by then we’d know.

Once we reached a flat patch of grass, far away from anyone within earshot, I turned around to see Neteyam behind me, his hazel eyes fixated on me still, locked in a trance he snapped out of as soon as i was facing him. Those looks. Those looks that sent my mind spinning.

We looked at each other, me standing with my arms crossed, mellowed facade dropped. Neteyam opened his mouth, hesistant.

“So you- um, you wanted to talk to-”

“What the hell was that?” I asked. His gorgeous face tightened and bunched together. He knew what I meant.

“What do you- uh-”

“You need to stop it.” I said. He winced, as if he expected for me to say something like that. He didn’t go to say anything, so I continued.

“You need to stop confusing me with your stupid looks and your stupid pretty face and your stupid body and just- stop!” I dropped my arms from being crossed, now both of them stiff next to me.

Neteyam’s face wasn’t pinched anymore, his eyes searching mine. His mouth twitched and turned into one of his arrogant smirks.

“You think my face is pretty?” He said with an amused tone, the first real thing he’s said to me in a week. He grinned at me, eyes flicking down at my lips for a split second.

“Ugh shut up,” I said, making the distance between us and wrapping my arms around his neck in a bone-crushing hug.

I wanted to do more, and I could feel that Neteyam did too. I squeezed the boy tightly before releasing him a bit, arms lingering on his shoulders and neck. His large hands were seated at my waist, and I ached for him to touch me all over. To touch me everywhere he wanted to. Neteyam’s adam’s apple bobbed up and down as he swallowed.

“Can I kiss you?” He asked, the question covering his face in a new expression. He was making sure I actually wanted this.

I couldn’t bear it anymore, I planted both hands on either side of his face.

“Yes, you skxawng!” I exclaim, and pressed my lips to his.

It was electric. A missing part of my soul had finally come alive. The heat of our bodies and mouths began matching each other’s as my hands raked through his hair and his strong arms wrapped tightly around my waist, holding me securely against him.

PART 3!!

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