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mytheoristavenue · 1 year
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I have seen your masterlist and (ignoring the soon top come) it needs more Leo fluff fics (read the rest multiple times already; some good freaking work)
If you don't feel like it that ist perfectly fine. I really just wanna throw something in here:
2k12 Leo ist pretty traditional so how would he be with the complete opposite as a s/o . Like "If your gotta, throw that katana" kinda vibe.
Anyhow, love your writing! Keep up the great work.
Have a lovely dayyy ok thx byyye<3
Sure, sorry for taking so long!
TMNT 2012 Leonardo x Reader - Unconventional
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Summary: Leo grows to care for you, despite your lack of respect for tradition.
Warnings: Angst
If nothing else, you irritated Leo. He had spent hours arguing with Splinter, trying to appeal his decision to train you to be a kunoichi, fruitlessly, obviously. Those around the terrapin couldn't understand his distain for you. You were intelligent, out going, and determined, all traits that were well received in any other situation. In all honesty, Leo didn't understand it either.
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"How's that lock coming, Donnie?" the leader asked his brother, a bit nervous.
"It'd be coming a lot faster if you'd quit asking about it." the tallest turtle snapped back, his tongue peaking out in concentration.
"Well, I'd love to just let you be," Leo responded rolling his eyes, only being halted by the need to defend himself from the android attacking him. "But currently I'm the only thing standing between you and the Kraang."
"So helpful." Donnie scoffed as he continued to struggle with picking the lock. He glanced over his shoulder to scan the room, finding you in the far corner, with your own set of problems. "(Y/N)! Come help me!" he shouted, instantly grabbing your attention.
"What's up?" you asked, skidding to your knees, behind the shield of Leo's shell.
"Can't get this lock open." he said, frustrated. "I need you to hold these two plates open so I can get into that control panel."
"You want me to stand here and hold this open for you? Don, I've gotta go help fight!" you argued.
As you both bickered about the importance of your time, Leo's eyes narrowed as the enemy forces suddenly drew back. From the other side of the room, a bay slowly began to open, giving an entrance to the room for a behemoth of a bot, which stomped into the room. "Um, guys? Maybe stop arguing and pick the damn lock?"
"Shit," you muttered, glancing back to see the new threat. "Donnie, I've got an idea-" You rushed to pick the last two arrows out of your quiver before plunging them into the panel, effectively securing the the plates open.
"That'll work." Donnie snickered, before getting back to it.
Now that one problem was solved, you had another entirely. Scanning the battle field, you found Mikey lying on the floor toward the center of the room, seemingly incapacitated, and Raph standing over him attempting to hold the menace off. Leo had since began to charge into combat with the droid, carving off bits of scrap metal wherever possible. And there you stood, lacking a weapon, but filled with passion to help your friends.
With little thought, you swiped Donnie's staff and back up before taking a running start and using it to vault yourself into the air. As predicted, you landed close to the monster, hanging from it's right arm. Leo's eyes widened as he watched you scale the thing as if you were climbing a tree. "What the hell are you doing?!" he shouted up at you, imagining all the ways you were going to fall off and hurt yourself. You ignored him, simply sitting at the back of the giant's neck, and doing anything you could to pull out as many parts and wires as you could.
While you did, the leader's attention shifted to the crevice that was opening with a fit of steam in it's chest, revealing a cyan glowing sphere. Donnie, now finished with the lock, turned to inform the team on his victory with guaranteeing their way out when he noticed the light, eyes wide. "Leo! That's the power cell, if you shut that off, the whole thing'll go down!" he shouted at his frozen brother, while patting himself with anything that he could throw, but turning up empty. Your ears perked hearing this. You had an idea.
"Throw one of your swords, Leo!" you called from the droid's head, dodging it's attempts to reach you. "Maybe if you throw it like a dart, you can hit the cell!"
Leo could feel his eye twitch with your interference. That's not how these tools were used and you should know that, but before he could protest, his younger brother piped up in agreeance. "Wait, that's actually not a bad idea. If you can throw it at precisely and 183 degree angle, it should be a direct hit, more than powerful enough to destroy the cell."
With reluctance, and a bit of distain for you and your ideals, Leo did as suggested, and just as predicted, the hit turned the tides of the battle in his favor.
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Back at the lair, after the fight had ended, and everyone's wounds were tended to, you, along with most everyone else were sitting in the living room relaxing and filling Mikey, Splinter, and April in on what had taken place. You were coated in honey glow listening to Raph regale the story, showering you, Leo, and Donnie with compliments- a rare occasion. "Oh, yeah you shoulda seen it, Mike. (Y/N) was sittin' on the back on that thing's neck just diggin' in, it was crazy!"
You modestly brushed it off as he began going into the details of Leo's finishing blow and you stood up to get a drink from the kitchen. You decided to treat yourself to some of Mikey's orange soda, pouring the off-brand liquid into a chipped glass, likely one of many that Splinter had salvaged from the trash.
"You shouldn't be drinking that, you're still in training, remember?" you jumped at Leo's stern voice, nearly dropping your drink before sighing.
"I think after the day we've had, I can cheat on my diet a little, right? Besides, you're all still in training and splinter lets you drink soda." you dismissed with a nervous laugh, hoping he'd drop the tough guy act. Sadly, he didn't.
"That's the problem with you."
"Excuse me?" you prodded, cocking an offended brow.
"You have no respect for us or our heritage or how we do things." he said flatly, crossing his arms and leering down at you, something he always did instill that he was superior.
"Heritage? Leo you're a fucking turtle. Being a ninja is separate from that. Anyone can be a ninja with the right amount of training, that's why Splinter chose to train me and April."
"You're not a ninja." he spat coldly turning to walk away. "You don't care about any of the principals that ninjutsu holds."
You felt tears prick your eyes. Why is he always so mean to you? It's so unfair, you do whatever you can think of to impress him, but he's always so disgusted with you. Sniffling you catch his arm to pull him back. "What is this really about?"
He freezes for a moment before relaxing his shoulders. "You don't do things the way they should be done, and yet you still get all the positive results. You use our tools like toys and still end up winning. It's disgraceful."
"Yeah well, my ideas kinda saved our asses today, so I guess your opinion doesn't really matter, now does it?" with that, you pushed passed him, making sure to shoulder check him on the way out of the kitchen, before sitting back down with your friends.
You pretended not to notice as he stared at you from the island, hunched over the countertop. He thought about how he treated you, usually much worse than he intended. It was hard to ignore how he was feeling, and he figured that maybe, blanketing it with hate might help. But if that's the case...why was the ache so much worse now?
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drawn arrows unseen
part 17 / previous installments/tags
Mason’s never watched the draft lottery before, not even the year he was drafted. But this year his heart beats faster with every card flipped. Sixth, Chicago. Fifth, Montreal. Fourth, San Jose. Third, Arizona. Mason paces around the room waiting for the lottery winner, chanting Anaheim, Anaheim, Anaheim in his head.
It’s Columbus.
Mason deflates. It’s so far away. But Anaheim has the second pick. Connor should go first overall. Connor deserves to go first overall. But – and Mason feels like a traitor for thinking it – if anything good can come out of Connor being an omega, maybe it’s him falling in the draft, just one spot. Falling straight to Mason’s team, straight into Mason’s apartment and bed and life.
It feels so right that he almost convinces himself it’s going to happen. On draft night, after Jarmo Kekäläinen announces Adam Fantilli’s name as the first overall pick, Mason sits at the edge of his couch, leg jiggling nervously, waiting for it.
It takes him a moment to register that Pat Verbeek didn’t say Connor’s name. Mason rewinds the broadcast and watches the pick again, just to make sure. It’s Leo Carlsson.
Mason throws the remote at the wall.
He’s not sure what he’s madder about: that Connor fell, or that he didn’t fall to Anaheim. Arizona snaps him up at third overall. Mason watches him hug his family and shed his jacket and walk up to the stage, hungry for any glimpse of Connor's face.
[Mason does not read any post-draft coverage, but Scott Wheeler and Chris Peters both predict Columbus and Anaheim will be sorry they passed on Connor because he’s an omega. Both franchises say they wanted a 1C with size, but everybody knows what they were really thinking. Pronman’s last mock draft predicted the first three picks correctly.]
Mason knows nothing good can come from a FaceTime request from Kent Johnson on the night of Connor’s 18th birthday, but he still picks up. Kent’s in a club, the music loud and the familiar ice buckets and velvet couches of bottle service visible as the phone swings around unsteadily. “Say hi to Mason,” Kent demands, and hooks Connor into the frame with an elbow around his neck.
“Hi?” Connor looks at the screen, puzzled. Mason can’t even tell if Connor knows who he’s talking to. HIs hair is hanging sweatily in his face and his shirt has one button too many unbuttoned. The club lighting casts shadows along his collarbones.
Mason wants to do things to him that would have Parliament holding a whole new set of Hockey Canada hearings.
“Happy birthday,” Mason projects, although he suspects it’s a losing battle over the music in the background.
“Thanks, man.” Something catches Connor’s eye off camera, and he ducks out from under Kent’s arm and disappears from the frame.
Mason glares at Kent so hard it ought to bore holes in the screen of his phone.
Kent snorts at him. “Don’t worry, nobody’s touching your omega. Last guy who tried to grind on him got an elbow in the gut.”
Mason opens his mouth to object, and then shuts it. Connor doesn’t feel like his omega, even if his entire body goes fuzzy with static when he hears Kent say it. Connor feels like a friend Mason played with once, who he kept in touch with for a while and then he faded away. If the thought of Connor still turns his insides upside down, maybe that will stop hurting, eventually. That’s how it has to be, with Connor headed to another team that’s going to hope for a bond with one of their own alphas.
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Percy sits on Gwen’s bed, the little tiefling curled up against his leg. One arm is around her owlbear as she sleeps soundly. Danny is sitting on his lap, sound asleep as well, head tucked under Percy’s chin. Percy sighs softly, looking down at his youngest daughter and son. He loves them more than anything, loves all of his children more than life and more than this world. 
“Father?” He looks up to see Leona standing in the doorway, Wolfe just behind her. “Are you alright?”
Percy smiles and beckons them in, “Just fine.” Leona nods and sits on the bed, tucking herself under Percy’s arm while Wolfe moves to his other side, leaning against Percy’s side with Gwen pressed against his legs.
With the three of them curled up around him, Percy feels quiet in his soul. When they’re like this he doesn’t have to worry about them being hurt or scared, he can protect them. The only thread of worry is for his oldest, Vesper, away on vacation with her family.
Leona rests her head on his shoulder, “You’re doing that thing again where you stare into space.”
Percy chuckles and squeezes her waist, “I’m sorry, darling. There’s a lot on my mind tonight I’m afraid.”
And image of his mask flashes through his mind, one with smoke pouring from it, the eyes a hellish red. He sees Delilah’s wicked smile, her name glowing bright on the barrel of his gun.
And he sees his children’s faces, their tears distorted by the glass eyes of his mask and smoke, they cling to each other, sobbing. Vesper stands in front of them, trying to shield them from the monster that is their father.
He sees Vex looking at him from down the shaft of an arrow, he longs for her to shoot, to let the monster inside him rest, but they both know she never will.
And he sees Delilah Briarwood, her eyes narrowed and her hands surrounded by dark magic. He knows he has to kill her. Whatever it takes, no matter if it makes his family scared of him because he will not let anyone else be hurt by this awful woman.
“Father.”
He blinks and sees Wolfe in front of him, brow furrowed in concern, “Should we get mum?”
Percy sighs and shakes his head, running a hand over Wolfe’s head, “No, I’m alright. I just need to be here with you children. You’re already making it better.”
Wolfe looks as though he doesn’t believe Percy, but nods and leans back into his side. Percy presses a kiss to his head and to Leo’s as well.
He doesn’t know how long he sits there, well past the point where his legs and back ache and his arms have fallen asleep, but he still stays. He stays even when the twins fall asleep as well, Leona snoring softly against his neck. Just by having his children surrounding him, the bad thoughts seems to bat themselves away. Every once in a while he gets a flash of smoke or red eyes, but then Gwen’s tail will curl tighter around his leg or Wolfe will nuzzle closer and it all goes away.
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simply-whump · 1 year
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The Silent Criminal (双夭记) Whump List
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Whumpee : Shi Jing Yao played by Leo Li and Long Yao played by Wen Sheng
Synopsis : Dastardly thieves hatch a murderous plan in a quiet, sleepy town. They plot to seize a box containing a powerful weapon that has the potential to bestow its bearer with devastating powers. Long Yao is high-born royalty and a skilled martial artist. He decides to embark on an undercover mission to find out what has happened to the weapon. His quest leads him to cross paths with Shi Jing Yao, a lowly town investigator. (MDL)
Genres : Bromance, Mystery, Comedy, Wuxia, Historical, Supernatural
Warning ! Possible spoilers below!
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Shi Jing Yao
Ep 1 : Attacked, barely avoiding the sword, scared (comedic) — Tied up with a rope — Sword at his neck — Pinned to the ground, stepped on, grabbed by the collar
Ep 2 : Imprisoned, chained, hanging by his wrists above cold water, shirt bloody, knife at his throat, whipped, screaming in pain, defiant — Still chained, released — Lightly tapped on his chest, in pain — Scared, dizzy, collapses (comedic) — Slapped
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Ep 3 : Thrown to the ground — Dizzy, hands on his ears, in pain
Ep 4 : Hit, falls to the ground — Thrown to the ground
Ep 5 : Learns his father is dead, pretending to be fine — Hood on his head, hands tied
Ep 6 : Hands tied — Imprisoned — Finds out his father is alive and living with another family, shocked
Ep 7 : Grabbed by the collar — Hit in the chest by his father, collapses on the ground, concern for him, teary-eyed — Fighting, choked, thrown to the ground, spitting blood 
Ep 8 : His father dies in front of him, crying — Dizzy, hands on his ears, in pain — Teary-eyed — Arm twisted 
Ep 9 : Not whump but they hug each other and it was so cute and awkward — Poisoned powder thrown at him, collapses on one knee — Crying, unwilling to sacrifice his friends — Drinking, drunk, depressed
Ep 10 : Drunk — Depressed
Ep 11 : (Flashback) Forced to drink some poison
Ep 12 : Hit by some poison, in pain, collapses on the ground, unconscious (Revealed he was pretending) — Given an antidote
Ep 13 : Fighting — A friend dies in front of him, shocked, crying — Arrows shot at him, protected — Surrounded by enemies, fighting a lot of people, hit a cut multiple times, spitting blood, collapses on the ground, gasping in pain (Nice bromance moment) — Getting up with difficulty, fighting while injured, choked, thrown to the ground, almost stabbed (blade stopped by Long Yao), grabbing the enemy’s foot to save Long Yao, bleeding from the mouth, kicked, falls to the ground unconscious — Sitting looking bloody and bruised 
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Long Yao
Ep 1 : Fighting
Ep 2 : Grabbed by the collar, pinned to the wall
Ep 3 : Fighting — Dizzy, hands on his ears, in pain
Ep 4 : Fighting, hit, thrown against a wall
Ep 5 : Angry outburst, calmed down — Hood on his head, hands tied
Ep 6 : Hands tied, frees himself easily — Imprisoned
Ep 7 : Knife at his throat — Fighting 
Ep 8 : None
Ep 9 : Not whump but they hug each other and it was so cute and awkward — Seems kinda like possessed after touching an ancient artefact — Poisoned powder thrown at him, holds his breath — Fighting, sword broken, hair untied, overpowered, hit, thrown against a tree, spits blood, gasping in pain on the ground, willing to sacrifice himself
EP 10 : On the ground unconscious, wakes up, gasping in pain, heavy lidded eyes, asking to be killed, forcefully given blood — (Flashback) Jumping from a cliff — (present) Forcefully given magical blood (with a kiss), face grabbed, pinned to the ground
Ep 11 : None
Ep 12 : Knife at his throat, hands tied, identity revealed
Ep 13 : Fighting — A friend dies in front of him, shocked, crying — Hit, falls to the ground, grabbed, thrown to the ground — Arrows shot at him, protected — Surrounded by enemies, fighting a lot of people, hit a cut multiple times, spitting blood, collapses on the ground, gasping in pain (Nice bromance moment) — Getting up with difficulty, fighting while injured, cut, arm twisted, thrown to the ground, stops a blade that was about to kill Jing Yao with his bare hand, kicked, gasping in pain on the ground, passes out — Laying on the ground barely conscious, saved — Wakes up gasping
>> More Whump Lists
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truths33k3r4 · 4 months
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CHAPTER 9 - Melodious Mirth
The Med Bay’s walls nearly caved in under the weight of the brothers’ silence.
Leonardo stood in front of his unconscious patient, syringe full of Lidocaine still in hand, staring into the glimmering, wet eyes of his youngest brother.
The both of them stood there waiting for the other to say.. SOMETHING.
ANYTHING.
The only sound that seemed to echo off the walls was the one wall clock.
Tic…..
Tic…..
Tic…..
Leo began to open his mouth, but froze. His eyes gave the appearance of searching over the room, perhaps again going through his mental checklist. In reality though, his mind ran rampant searching everywhere possible for the words he could speak to Mikey. But every time the hand of his mind strained to reach said words, they would laugh at him and flee into the darkness.
‘ JUST…SAY….SOMETHING. ‘ 
Leo’s focus broke at the sound of a door closing.
His floundering mind and eyes became sharp as arrows as they followed where the sound had emanated from.
He was alone.
‘ Oh, Mikey.. ‘
The thing about Mikey is he is very.. loud. Obnoxious. From anywhere in their home you could tell if he was near. His aura glowed with the vibrance of the sun, and was twice as warm. There was a reason Sensei gave him the nickname “ Little Sunshine “ as a kid. 
Even on the harder days during their childhood, like a heavy rain ruining the brothers’ plans to go outside, or even just a bad day of doing school, Mikey somehow always found a way to bring smiles to their faces.
It would be little things that he would do to get his family happy again:
Pretending to blow his nose in Leo’s Math book.....cartwheeling into a room and dramatically flopping himself onto the floor in some hilarious pose.... and especially singing.
Mikey loved to sing. And out of all his brothers, he was the most skilled with his voice. Most of the time, he would sing along to some pop song on his MP3 Player. He would rock his head to the beat, and sometimes even start dancing. But on one rare occasion, Leo had caught him singing slow, beautiful hymns while he was drawing.
Leo had been tasked to get Mikey for dinner. But as he neared the door to the brother’s bedroom, he heard his youngest brother’s voice faintly echoing through the hall. Leo at first wanted to surprise Mikey, maybe scare him out of his shell like Raph would.. But instead he found himself sitting down right outside the bedroom door, resting the back of his head on the wall, listening. His head slowly swayed as Mikey’s voice perfectly hit each note of the song.
A soft warmth ran through Leo, almost like he was sitting close to a campfire. He quietly breathed out a sigh of contentment as every tense muscle from ninja practice finally relaxed. His eyes gently closed. 
He couldn’t believe it was his little brother.
Unfortunately, the moment was cut short via Raphael stomping through the hall towards Leo, complaining how his food got cold, and that SOMEONE was gonna GET IT for making him wait so long. At the sound of Raph’s griping, Mikey’s voice squeaked and went silent.
It was a tiny moment, but Leo never forgot.
He never forgot that warmth that Mikey brought to his home.
To his family.
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And there Leo stood. Alone. In the emptiness of a cold room. 
The lights blared with a white glow. But, somehow, the room felt dark. The clock continued it’s monotonous ticking as Leo remained standing, lost in his thoughts.
He began to cross his arms, but jolted back with a hiss as the syringe in his hand nearly penetrated his skin.
His eyes filled with remembrance as he looked down at Lotus, still asleep on the surgical table.
‘ Right… Stay focused… I guess I’ll.. talk to Mikey later..
.. and Don…
.. and Raph. ‘
Leo placed the syringe down on the countertop behind him and took a deep breath.
He crossed his arms on the counter, trying to relax his tense muscles and joints.
He lowered his head and closed his eyes.
‘ Lord… I have no idea what is happening.. I don’t.. I don’t know what to say to my brothers.. I don’t- WHAT CAN I SAY? What can I do that will take off this weight on their shoulders?? What.. do You want me.. to do…’
Leo’s face scrunched at the familiar feeling of stinging tears in his eyes.
‘ WHAT CAN I DO TO HELP THEM.. WHAT CAN I DO TO MAKE THEM NOT HURT?!.. ‘
His breaths began to shake as a lump threatened to block his airway. He tried to swallow it down, but it felt like that only made it grow.
‘ ..And please guide me with this procedure.. I’ve never really done something like this before.. And this girl.. She looks like she’s been through so much.. 
… Help me not to hurt her. ‘
Yes, a bit of a short one, but this WHOLE chapter wasn't originally planned in the first place. :)
Enjoy!
To God be the glory!
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raphieeee · 11 months
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Artist Raph who paints murals for each of his family members. Each one of them has flame of some kind.
Leo’s is gentle looking, delicate strokes with fine detail. It looks soft to touch yet still hot. It curls around his arms like a hug, soft and caring but also shielding, ready for arrows and blades to try get through it. The soft oranges mix with gentle blues, showing a heat unlike the coldness of the blue across his face. Leo’s eyes look saddened yet a smile graces his face, as if burdened by thankful.
Mikey’s is bright and sharp, taking up half the wall he’s placed the mural on. It spreads out and weaves through his fingers, so yellow it looks nearly white. Though at the base near his feet it’s all orange and red, as if he’s dancing in rays of sunlight while walking on that same sun. His grin is wild, all teeth with shining eyes that are delicately drawn to show earth like shapes, as if the he’s looking down at the world and shining onto it. Giving them all light.
Donnie’s is different, he sits cross legged with a cheeky look in his eyes and crooked smile, gap teeth on show. He looks as if he’s beckoning someone closer, waiting for them to step in his space. To the naked eye there is no flame to be seen, but the light above him is different to the others, not there to highlight but with another motive. Upon changing the modes it will turn into a black light and show nothing but flames and two wicked eyes. Invisible flame, impossibly to see but so dangerous. It’s tricking in nature but serves a single purpose, to protect that Donnie holds dear. When turning off the light and giving a deeper look, a photo frame can be seen in his lap, holding his family.
Splinter’s holds his two hands out, one holding a golden flame that floats just above his hand and lights up half of his body with careful shading. In the other floats two hot, burning coals. The flame shows the family he holds now and the coals the family he lost, gone from sight but still burning in memory.
It’s clear what the fire means. It’s love. Each painting shows the way they all love. Leo is gentle but unyielding, Mikey so strong its blinding, Donnie hidden, subtle, but always present and Splinter… giving all to the present while never forgetting the past.
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thelemonsnek · 1 year
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I’ve been thinking about my au a lot lately with stranger!Jon where he’s also sometimes a cat (a Jat, if you will).  He carries around a taxidermied cat (which was him due to leitner reasons but it’s okay bc he got skinned <3) and can turn into it via Stranger nonsense.  He becomes a Stranger avatar instead of an Eye avatar after the Unknowing because of this :)!
[image id: multiple drawings of Jon, Michael, and Nikola from the magnus archives, as well as an oc, Leo, all done in crayon.  Jon has shoulder length dark brown hair, brown skin, and one scarlet eye and one green eye.  He is wearing a yellow sweater and an indigo skirt.  With him is a black and brown taxidermied cat, which is sometimes a real cat that is Jon.  In later drawings, it has half of its face and two legs with blue, purple and pink fabric, and the tail is now a string with a bell on the end.  Michael is an abstract scribble, with curly-cu yellow hair, one blue spiral eye and one scarlet X eye, long pointy fingers, and scribbled arms and legs.  None of his limbs match right.  Nikola is a mannequin dressed up in a red, gold and black ringmaster outfit.  Leo has hair dyed pink, yellow, blue and purple, green eyes, and white skin.  He’s wearing a red plaid shirt over a plain pale blue shirt. 
At the bottom left is Jon as the cat standing and looking grumpily at something.  Another shows him flipped over on his back, statements scattered everywhere, being gripped by Martin, who is saying, “who knocked over my files? YOU.”  In the middle of a page is Jon as the cat distorted and skrungled.  To the side is another drawing of Jon as a human, looking very tired.   Standing on his shoulders is the taxidermied cat. Below him is written “get this man a nap”.  To the side of this is an unobstructed drawing of the cat to show all of its patterns.  At the top, Nikola, Michael and Jon are all playing uno, sitting criss cross applesauce on the floor. Michael is placing a card down on the pile, grinning widely.  In Jon’s lap is the taxidermied cat.  To the side of this is a bigger drawing of Michael, grinning and waving at the viewer.   Written off to the side of him is “FREAK” with an arrow pointing to Michael.  Finally is a drawing of Leo, gesturing wildly at a red string and cork board.  End id]
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mirrortouchedsea · 4 months
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The arrow whizzed past them, a lock of Leo’s hair drifting slowly to the ground where it had passed through. The next shot wouldn’t miss, Madara knew as much as he pulled Leo off his horse and shoved him off the path. 
“Don’t come out until I tell you to!” Madara yelled at him, drawing his throwing knives and chasing into the woods where the arrow had come from. 
Not more than a few minutes later, Madara came back out to the road, arm bleeding and bandaged with his shirt sleeve and Leo… still standing in plain sight. Or more accurately, Leo covered in leaves and twigs but looking none the worse for wear, but still out of hiding before Madara had come to get him. 
He wasn’t sure what came over him as he tackled Leo to the ground. That was his King, his charge, his employer, something like this shouldn’t have even crossed his mind, and yet there he was. His bloody hand gripped at Leo’s shirt, pulling him close to Madara’s face. 
“Why didn’t you wait?”
“I heard you coming back! I thought that meant it was safe to come out?” Leo’s eyes were painfully innocent. 
“How did you know it was me and not another assassin attempting to kill you?” Blood continued to soak into Leo’s shirt from his hand. Leo’s own hand came up to wipe away the blood from a small scrape on Madara’s face. 
“It sounded like you.” 
The blood was starting to drip onto Leo’s skin and Madara’s brain felt like static. He couldn’t even protect the innocent king from trouble. How was he supposed to-- 
“Let’s find somewhere to rest for the night.” Leo’s voice was surprisingly calm. “You need to rest.” 
Madara didn’t even realize he was shaking until Leo sat up, pushing him to do the same. It was rich for Leo to say that when he was the one who was very nearly assassinated due to Madara’s carelessness. 
His arm throbbed in agreement, that he needed to find somewhere to sit and wash up and rest. 
“Alright.” He couldn’t exactly go against the King on something like this. He did need to sit down and properly clean the wound before it got infected. 
The two of them got up and Leo helped Madara back onto his horse. 
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It didn’t take long for them to find a spot to rest up for the night. Leo pushed Madara to the river to wash up and told him he’d set up their tents. Madara obliged, thinking to himself that he’d probably still have to set up the tents and get the fire going anyway, but went down to the riverbank anyway. 
Madara struggled to pull his shirt off so he could wash the blood from it as well as the blood from his arm. The stream turned red as he dipped his arm into the water and gently scrubbed at the wound until the dried blood was gone, and while his shirt wouldn’t be white again any time soon, it was at least cleaner than it was. He pulled a roll of cloth from his pack and tied it up as best as he could. It felt a little too loose, but it would do. 
He made his way back to camp and sighed as Leo was struggling to pull the cloth over the tent frame and keep it tight. He took the fabric from Leo and tied them to the frame before sitting down next to the attempt at a fire. It wasn’t dark enough yet that he could wait to get it going and take a moment to rest. Leo had… tried which was all that counted. 
“I could’ve gotten that if you had just given me another minute,” Leo whined as he sat next to Madara on the log. 
“Your leg was tangled up in the rope you should have tied it with.” 
“W-well, I was just holding it down!” 
Madara chuckled at that and the two fell into silence just like they had on their first few nights together. 
“Uh, your bandage is falling off.” Leo spoke up again, tugging at the piece of cloth which by now had been stained with blood, though significantly less than his shirt had been. 
It took a moment before Madara realized he was still not wearing a shirt and his torso was completely exposed to Leo’s wandering eyes. He felt Leo’s hand hovering over Madara’s arm, picking at the knot he had made in the cloth as Leo’s eyes wandered over Madara’s scarred chest. He suddenly wished he could just wrap himself in his cloak and go to sleep for the night. 
Leo’s fingers danced over a smaller scar on his arm as he redid the bandage and tightened it up. All too quickly the feeling was gone and Leo had gone back to trying to start the fire and chatter away about something nonsensical. Madara tried to pay attention but he couldn’t help but wonder if he had let himself get too close to the King instead. 
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wicked-elfie · 2 years
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Time Swap (ROTMNT)
Time Swap AU created by @teetlezhere
Chapter 8
TW: mentions of death, but honestly nothing really besides that, Leo just gets a little sad and dissociated :)
Beginning / Previous / Next
( lil mild chapter so we don't have to worry about our blood pressure too much! except the end! )
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In the present…
“Ooookay! So, as we’ve discussed, Old Leonardo needs to restore his connection with the Hamato Nimpō. I have compiled a list of several ways to achieve this.” Donatello taps at his phone. A large box labeled The Bagel House sits in the center of the kitchen island, emitting a warm and toasty scent of baked bread. Donnie picks out a white cheddar sausage patty sandwich from the yellow-colored cardstock box. As he munches on the edge of the bagel he taps an arrow button on his device. “I am sending you both all of the information pertaining to my plan.”
Mikey is half laid down on the countertop, his arms outstretched as he peers forward at his text messages. His eyebrows bend in confusion, “Uh, Donnie? All of these sound kinda…  life threatening.”
“I agree. Are you sure we can’t jus’ smash the key?” Raph is studying his phone in concern about the contents of the list as well.
The soft-shelled ninja grumbles, “No. We are not: smashing it, burning it, flushing it, eating it, throwing it away, tying it to a firework, chopping it into pieces, running it over with the tank, and no, Mikey we are not going to try to feed it to Splinter’s new fish. Its. Mouth. Is. Too. Small.” He sends a disapproving glare to the youngest.
“I didn’t even say anything!” the teen whines and haphazardly topples his phone onto the island. He folds up his arms around his chin and mumbles, serving a disappointed side eye, “Could’a worked, though…”
Raphael sets his phone down and bargains with the middle brother, “Don, we can’t just throw him off a building.”
“Why not? We’ve done it before. He’s literally just our Leo, but old.” Donatello’s drawn-on eyebrows scrunch together in honest non-understanding.
“Donnie! Stop calling him that, and stop being so insensitive! He could get hurt!” Raphael crosses his arms, giving the air of a frustrated father.
“But the stakes are what bring the heightened emotional state! Besides, the point is us catching him! If we can increase his adrenal functioning, then we increase our chances for emotional connection through trust! It’s scientifically proven to work effectively!” the middle child argues, only to be met with silence and a clear lack of support. “Fine. Well, if you don’t like it then why don’t you come up with an idea.” A metallic arm from Donatello’s battle shield snags his purple-cased phone and pulls it away for storage. He folds his arms over his plastron and glances between his brothers. “Well?”
After a quiet moment of contemplation, Mikey sits up on his elbows, “Oooh, I know!” He stands up fully and his eyes glow, “He just needs a *therapy session!*”
Donnie rolls his eyes, “Scoff. My idea is clearly better. He’s not just gonna willingly talk to us about anything. Did you see how he reacted to just the mention of how he lost his powers? He’s not telling us the whole truth. Old Leonardo doesn’t want us to know something.” He whispers to his shoulder, “All the more reason we should try throwing him off a building.”
Raphael shakes his head in disagreement, “Well, we could at least give Mikey’s idea a shot. That way no one has to get physically hurt…”
Mikey pipes up, “Only emotionally!”
“Okay, so I’m gonna go back to my lab now so I don’t have to experience this. Let me know when your plan doesn’t work and you need me and my far superior plan to fix it.” Donatello huffs and heads towards the hall. As he reaches the doorway, he nearly crashes into a tall blue-banded slider mutant.
Leonardo scratches the back of his neck sheepishly, “Sorry. I smelled food and my stomach started trying to fight me…” Donatello grumbles and skirts the warrior before continuing down the corridor to his laboratory. Leo sighs and his hand rests on his collar as he stares after the genius boy. Why won’t he talk to me?
Mikey is gleaming at his big brother as he snags a bagel and shoves it into Leo’s chest. “New York City’s finest breakfast item! I got you an everything with bacon, egg, and cheese! Your favorite!”
The taller mutant smiles sweetly down at his younger brother before happily taking the sandwich into his hands. “Thank you, Michael. That is my favorite.” He swallows nervously as he stares at the perfect roll and decadently layered toppings; It feels as though a fountain is flooding his mouth. He tries not to drool over the kitchen floor as he takes one nervous bite. The egg is still hot, the cheese is perfectly melty, the bagel is fresh, and the bacon… is so salty. His eyes well up a tad at the glorious feeling dancing across his taste buds. Hardly a moment is wasted before he engulfs the rest of the sandwich. “Jeez, I forgot what food tastes like.” He licks the leftover crumbs from his fingertips.
Mikey’s eyes shimmer with worry, “T-there’s… no food?”
Leonardo’s brow presses together in the middle as he sets a hand on his little brother’s shoulder, “Hey, it’s okay. We have food, it’s just… Well, we have other stuff! Like…” His lips press into a flat line as he thinks. He grins as he remembers, “Oh! We still have twinkies! We only use them for birthdays, but they last forever!”
The smallest turtle grins, “Oh-mi-gosh, I love twinkies! Well, it’s good to know we still have each other and those scrumptious, delicious little cream filled cakes!” He heads back to the counter to snag a rainbow bagel with a strawberry cream cheese filling. Raphael meets Leo’s eyes.
“Yeah, so… We were thinkin’, and… well, so, Donnie says you need to reconnect with your family nimpō, right? So we figured, you lose that connection if y’a feel… emotionally, uh… hurt… Y’a know, cause like… somethin’ happened to make y’a sad, and…” His soft eyes fall to the tile floor as he wrings his hands.
“We decided you need therapy! But obviously we can’t go above ground so, who do you wanna talk to? I would personally pick me, because I’m the most ‘emotionally mature,’ according to April!” Mikey stands straight and dusts off his chest, feigning a professional stance.
Leonardo chuckles, “Yeah Mikey, you are the most in tune with emotion, but I think I know who I want to talk to.” He lays a gentle hand on Michaelangelo's shell before turning to Raphael. “Where is he? Dad?”
The snapping turtle sighs and motions towards the living room with his chin. “He’s been avoidin’ you since y’a showed up.” Leo lifts the corners of his mouth in appreciation. He taps Mikey’s carapace and thanks him genuinely for the bagel and the offer.
As he exits the room and approaches the living area, he finds himself dragging his feet. He zones out, running on autopilot as he drifts toward the worn recliner he never thought he’d see again. A Japanese soap opera runs in flickering light on the wall, and he watches the scene play out. A woman is laughing with her friend as they discuss something; He wishes he remembered any of the language that he had learned from his father, but he hardly even recalls any of the Spanish he had practiced with Donatello growing up. Everything about this place is so foggy: the pile of dvds on a shelf nearby, a large, soft rug, and a lava lamp in the corner catches his eye.
He sucks in a troubled breath as he finally gains the strength to continue his path to his father. He observes every detail as he comes within reach. As he stands by the chair, his eyes follow up from the man’s weathered, spindly hands, to his old robe, and then to his scruffy white beard. He feels his heart jump to his chest when he finally meets his gaze with Splinter’s. He didn’t hear the television shut off. He hadn’t even realized that he had fallen to his knees, or that he was clinging to his father’s legs, his face pressed into his lap. He didn’t even feel the tears as they rolled down his cheeks when he looked up and cried, “Dad…”
He melts into a puddle as two arms gently wrap around his head. The rat mutant decides to comfort the warrior, holding him close to his chest as the turtle’s two scarred hands find their way behind Splinter’s back. “Son…”
Somewhere far away in time and space…
Tentacles slip down the hall with a disgusting sludging sound. Yellow eyes raise to ogle a large holographic monitor in the command room. A sticky, nasally voice croaks out, “See? They seem to have had some… technical, or shall I say, mystical difficulties… How do we want to react, Krang?”
Krang Prime appears sinisterly from the shadows, one vine-like hand resting under his chin. “How interesting…They seem to have shrunk their leader!” He chuckles and lays a tentacle into the goo below the image, adjusting to zoom in. “Ah, and he still has his powers. It’s a shame. If he behaves as tactlessly as I remember him to, then he’ll just portal right into his own demise… Do nothing for now. He’ll make himself known. I shall have great fun tearing him apart.” He pauses and his brow lifts as he moves to face a body beside the doorway “Oh! And I’m sure you’ll want to watch when I finally get to meet with him? Perhaps I’ll even let you carry his carcass away. I’m sure you’d love the opportunity with that thorn in my side that you so dearly refer to as ‘brother,’ hm?”  He flicks against the steel plate covering the shadow’s chest. “I need to feed. Machine, retrieve me a new meal. Perhaps something… fresher this time?” He turns back to the monitor as the silhouette bows their head before exiting.
A purple, robotic eye glows brightly down the dark corridor as stiff, mechanical steps hiss and clank. Green skin reflects from an arm, half a leg, and half of the servant’s face. This living side is twisted up in horror: the remaining eye, dark and troubled.
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ncitygirls · 3 years
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yours - jaemin x f reader
fluff, smut, bffs2lovers, 3k
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before joining you to your cousin’s wedding, jaemin had made a big deal about not being properly invited. as always, mark kept true to his habit of innocently causing trouble when it suited him. ‘i’m like family! where’s my invite!’ but it was hard to fault mark, because of course jaemin had been invited. somehow, his parents neglected to inform him that your cousin had rightfully assumed jaemin would know he was included in the na family’s invite. you said nothing though. especially when jaemin had briefly explained the reason for his displeasure. ‘we deserve our own invite, y/n. one for us together.’ which made no sense at all, because you’re just friends. you’re not together. however you had no idea you were alone in thinking that.
you see, jaemin was more acquainted with your family than some of your own relatives. he was invited to christmases, weddings, birthdays. basically any and all occasions your family saw fit to celebrate, jaemin was in attendance. yet surprisingly, even after having grown up alongside you and mark, a few of your more distant cousins were more than happy to express their displeasure with his more forward placed seat. because, like you keep reminding everybody: jaemin is just your best friend. but apparently, best friends didn’t reserve the rights to things you gave to jaemin. not in your extended family’s eyes. not that yours and mark’s family cared.
yet in the end, like most things regarding you, jaemin knew his attendance tonight had been a mistake. but not because of the petty feud his presence birthed in the lee lineage. oh no. it’s because, unlike most nights jaemin spends in your company - with your hair strewn about, mascara permanently smudged, and a lazy grin etched on - tonight, you were his least favourite kind of y/n. the one where he can’t help but follow you with his eyes, watch the placement of your feet, enjoy the shrill tone of your cackle. throughout the night, jaemin had found himself warmed by the way you drag your balled up fist over your made up eye, how you sing along to songs you don’t know the words to, how you wobble in your heels before you cling to him.
jaemin makes the mistake of enjoying you a bit too much. how you scowl as your relatives chat shit a bit too loud for you liking, how you make a scene of conspicuously covering his ears, unaware of how unbothered he is. how you try so hard to make him happy, in the smallest and largest of ways. so he drags you into a dance when you move to walk over, ready to rip your own blood a new one. “i’m gonna kill ‘em.”
“no,” he states simply, one of his hands slipping from your hand to your waist. “dance with me.”
“who do they think they are!” your voice adopts an unsettling shrillness that he can’t help but chuckle at. it even throws his head back. “why are you so happy? you should be mad!”
“because i don’t care,” he shrugs, tightening his hold on you slightly. “i’m here- you’re here. why would i not be happy?”
“you’re such a fucking leo.”
he still doesn’t know what that means, but he laughs anyway, happy that your deduction seemed to satisfy you. you eventually calm down, a peace settling over you as he spins you lazily around the dance floor. there’s some early 2000s track playing, one definitely unfitting for the way he’s swaying you. but you pay it no mind, speaking softly as he presses his cheek to the crown of your head.
“when do you wanna head up?” up, meaning the hotel room your relatives are also wound up about. it was intended for the bridal party and far travelled guests, neither of which they are. and neither of which you are. but you were your cousin’s favourite. and so was he. so naturally, you two had one reserved. even your parents had opted to stay at a cottage a couple roads over. “i think the boys are all gone already.”
he notes the guilt tainting your tone, knowing how drained jaemin grew from both physical and social interactions of any kind. so you knew well what his answer would be. “when you’re ready.”
“okay,” slipping out of his hold, you drag him over to the newly married couple. you exchange brief goodnights and grateful tidings before he excuses himself to find the jacket of his tuxedo. the search doesn’t take long, his eyes landing on the black coat a few seconds after parting. he does give himself a breather though, his knees cracking as the seat holding his jacket readily carries his weight. he doesn’t dare shut his eyes, knowing full well he’ll fall victim to his fatigue. so instead, he let’s them follow the one thing that always occupies his mind, that can keep him up all night. he finds you far quicker than he did his coat, the pink satin of your dress falling half way down your calf as you skipped over to bid some other guests farewell. he sighs happily, glad you never force him into such tedious pleasantries. you learnt a long time ago that while impossibly affectionate, jaemin’s social clock ticked a few hours faster than any one else’s. so by your timing, it had probably expired a little after the vows. it took a little bit of getting used to, but it also meant for quicker farewells and a speedier exit.
it’s only now jaemin realises this was a mistake. because before he ever gets his breather, less from you, but all the feelings that come from being with you, you’re at his side. he’s learned how not to cease up at your touch anymore. instead, linking his fingers with yours when they rest gently on his shoulder. when he peeks up at you, his eyes blinded less by the party lighting and more by your tired smile, he knows not to sigh, forcing down his body’s natural response to your attention. but when you tug at his hands, bringing him to stand, whispering a-
“let’s go home, yeah?”
he knows this isn’t a mistake. this is torture.
it’s how you pour him a tall, ice cold glass of domesticity with every meal. your hand wrapped in his as you lead him through the hotel. you slip out of your heels somewhere between the lobby and the elevator, grinning up at him as he takes them from you. jaemin even curses himself, his body responding to your needs unthinkingly. he tries to calm his beating heart by counting the floors, his eyes following the analog dial as you lean against his shoulder, fiddling with his cuffs.
“do you want them off?” you ask softly, barely a touch louder than the elevator music. he nods, though your gel nails are already picking at the gold, removing them with ease. “gimme the other one.” he inhales deeply, cursing whoever gave you to him. well, not really. you weren’t really his. but god did you act like it.
your hands slip into his pocket for the room key before slipping back into his hand. he just follows you out, caught in a happy daze as you take him ‘home’. you struggle a bit with the key card, trying it every which way before he leans into you, wrapping his arm around you as he reaches for the card. “the arrow’s pointing this way,” his thumb nail presses on the black arrow indicating the direction you have to push it. he doesn’t see you roll your eyes, but he guesses you do. so he presses his lips to your temple in apology. “you’ll get it next time.”
“piss off,” you laugh, pushing the door open when it clicks. he throws the heels and jacket on a chair by the door before collapsing onto the adjacent couch, his body ready to succumb to his dire need for rest. he can just about hear you rustling through the bags in the bathroom, your feet padding around on the linoleum. when it muffles slightly, he figures out immediately what you’ve returned for when you stop between his thighs. “thank you,” you sigh, his fingers already pinching at the zip on your dress. it sits low at the base of your spine, the back of the dress leaving you completely exposed. he’d taken to placing his hand there all night, his fingers gliding up and down the skin whenever he got the chance. when it’s down, his eyes linger on your hips, the top of your panties peeking out before you slap his knee.
“what?”
“the necklace,” your back is still turned, hair blocking his view. “please?” you add, hand smoothing over the skin of his knee.
“come here,” he pulls you down to sit between his thighs, his legs parting to make space for you. you land with a huff, quickly realising you haven’t sat down all night. jaemin realises this too, your neck craning a bit further to the side than necessary as he tucks your hair over your shoulder. “you okay?”
“mhm,” you hum, squeezing his thigh. “just a bit sleepy.”
“a bit?” he laughs, a little breathless as he gathers the chain he got you one christmas. “i think you’ve earned a good sleep.” he surmises, hands squeezing your shoulders gently. “but you know you were a guest today, right? not the planner?”
“yeah?” turning onto your knees, you glare down at him. “someone had to sort my uncle out, he was steaming!”
“yes, true,” he laughs. “just make sure you’re not doing that at my wedding.”
you feign surprise at that, “i’m invited to your wedding?”
“of course,” his hands squeeze yours earnestly before he whispers, “can’t have my wedding without the bride, can i-”
“fuck off!” his cackles chase you out the room. while you wash up, he makes quick work of his tux, throwing his slacks over the back of the couch, his thumbs slowly unhooking each of his buttons. a true man of leisure, he’s in all but his socks and draws when you return. “all done!” you sing, throwing the dress down as you reappear in an oversized t-shirt. he recognises it almost immediately from uni. it’s his soccer team’s jersey. it has his number on the back.
“finally,” he whines, pushing you aside as he makes his way inside, quickly locking the door to avoid your attacks. he goes to reach for his wash bag just to find the reason he did already waiting unpacked. in a small cup on the side is his toothbrush, resting sweetly beside yours. he ignores the hygienic implications of this and skips right to the romantic. because, while jaemin thinks and often dreams of placing your first name with his last, and while he spends most of his free time with you, and while he would take any number of bullets for you, he still can’t for the life of him figure you out. even after he bombards you with affection, praise, teasing, flirting, kisses. you’re still just you. making him just him.
and that’s fine, if that’s what you want. but he’s not sure he truly knows what it is you want. and this gets him thinking about the little things. how his hand is seldom empty in your presence. how you never think of him second, always first. how you want to be with him always. moments like now, when he returns to find you hanging his tux on its hanger, encasing it in its protective sleeve. his arms slip around your waist, pulling you flush against him. and you melt instantly, resting in his embrace. “thanks,” he mumbles, lips pressing gently to your shoulder.
“‘is okay,” you hum, hanging it over the back of the door before resting your hands over his. see, hands never empty when you’re near. he sways you back and forth, his heart beating gently into your back as you lean into him. “did you have fun?” you ask, squeezing at his forearms, “i know we probably stayed later than you’d like-”
“it was great.” see, always putting him first. “did you want to stay longer?”
“not without you.” see, how you want to be with him always. he wonders how you don’t see it. how you don’t see you’re killing him. “come on,” you mumble, shutting off the light as you blindly drag him to bed. jaemin has an annoying habit of following you in, his body shuffling in after yours, rather than separating and meeting in the middle. it doesn’t allow you much room, by the time you reach your side, he’s encased you in his arms, legs, even his head, his chin slotting itself in the crook of your neck. “nana?”
“hm?”
“i’m sorry about today,” the apology doesn’t shock him, but rather your disappointment. “you’re more like family to mark and i than they ever were. tonight was just proof of that.”
“it’s okay,” he squeezes you a touch harder, trying to decipher whether your words harm or soothe the growing hole in his heart. “i can’t say i don’t see where they’re coming from.”
“what d’you mean?”
“i dunno,” he starts, thinking as his lips press to the back of your neck. “i guess i’d be confused by us too,” he mutters against your skin.
“how so?” you press, turning in his hold, gazing up at him. his eyes are more than used to the dark now as he gazes back down at you. you’re tucked right up to him, the covers strewn over your lower halves. he rests his temple on his palm, elbow pressed into the mattress as you fiddle with his fingers. “what’s confusing?”
he shrugs as best he can, watching his hand in yours. “i dunno,” he repeats, grinning when you huff. “i just- i think it’s hard for people to get that i’m your friend,” he tries, “just your friend.”
“what else would you be?” what else? what else?!
“i dunno,” he repeats for the third time, though he knows exactly what you’d be. but you don’t need to know that. not when you seemed so happy, so satisfied with how things are already. and that’s what’s most important to him. your happiness. and jaemin couldn’t exactly say he wasn’t happy with how things are either, he just knows there could be more to you both, more to this. more to him than being your best friend. but maybe it’s for another night. like he tells himself every time you push a topic you’re not remotely ready to breach. “let’s forget it-”
“no,” he flinches, just preparing to settle down for sleep. “am i missing something? if i am, just tell me.”
“i-” he drops his forehead to yours then. he’s so close, your eyes have to cross just for you to see him. it’s only when he rises you see a change in him. a nervous jaemin isn’t one you’re use to. it’s one that you would rather never see, it truly worries you. especially as he agrees, a small “okay,” leaving him before he kisses the tip of your nose, his lips barely puckered as they meet the skin. he grins as he does, his teeth gleaming in the moonlit room, his eyes open just wide enough to see you. his lips drop to your cheek, warming as your skin does. he hovers there as your hand tightens on his arm, clinging to him. he daren’t move, afraid the slightest jolt will wake him, drag him right out of this sleepless dream. when your grip loosens, he drops his head until he’s right by your mouth, his lips daringly puckering before he presses them to the corner of your lips. he stills as yours do too, your soft lips, now embalmed in his memory, pressing there ever so gently before he rises once more. he waits a second, watching the smallest of shivers rack through you before he dips again, lips falling to your neck. he smiles against your skin, overjoyed as you subtly crane your neck. his teeth drag over your skin as he journeys down the column of your neck, your hands gripping onto him a touch harder when he stops.
his fingers glide along the skin of your side, thumb pressing into the dip of your waist. he stops short of your chest, locked mid motion as he watches you breathe. there is no haste in his movements. no need to rush anything. no need to hurry. all there is, is a beat. a steady one in his chest. one that holds him here, one where he can’t move, can’t bring himself to test the waters you’ve just dared he enter. not even as the pads of your fingers glide along the warm skin of his neck, nails dragging through his nape, silently daring him to move. he pants over your chest, a lazy grin pulling at his mouth as you ask him again-
“what else would you be, jaem?”
he moves unthinkingly. as his dampened lips meet the hardened nub through your t-shirt, sucking on you through the aged material. his rolls his teeth gently, his fingers at your side finding your neglected nipple as you whine out for him. he feels himself slipping into delirium, caught somewhere between a dream and reality, unsure where exactly he’d rather be. he decides it doesn’t matter, not when you’re there. here. with him. letting him touch you in ways he never really thought possible. ways jaemin only ever imagined, only ever let himself surrender to in the dead of night. in the solitude of his own shameful company. he never thought of this. not really.
he had hoped, maybe even prayed, but never truly believed he’d have you whimpering for him. your fingers falling in the gaps between his own, pressing his open palm harder against your thinly veiled heat, your hips rolling against it. jaemin never thought he’d hear your whines, the sound cutting through him like knives, like ice shooting through his veins. he never thought you’d want him. not like this.
“jaem,” he’s with you in seconds, his spit slick lips an inch above yours. he watches patiently as you grind up against his hand, feeling his fingers prod at your desperate heat.
“you wanna know what else i could be?”
you nod. “please.”
“i could be yours.”
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mugimugitmnt · 3 years
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No worries. :) And thank you so much! :D Would it be alright if I asked for the Bayverse boys sharing their very first kiss with a female S/O, please? Headcanon or one-shots style, completely your choice. Bonus if they're super awkward and funny cause of their inexperience but if that's not your cup of tea, can be however. ;) Thanks so very much. :D
Very first kiss! (BayVerse)
I really tried to make some of these funny but I couldn’t hold back the cute moments lol hope you like!!
Fem & g/n reader
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Leonardo
Leo made his way into the living room portion of the lair, straighten up when he saw your sitting on the couch, your back to him.
“Hey, what’re you up to,” you felt Leo’s broad presence behind you, “what book is that?”
“Just some book I picked up at a yard sale. Look. The owner wrote notes.” Your fingers traced over the tiny letters written in pencil. Leo leaned over the couch you sat on, smiling knowingly to himself. He too is a fan of the practice of marginalia.
But Leo eyes quickly drifted to the tips of your fingers, the soft pink skin and neatly filed nails. He eyed the bracelet around your wrist, taking advantage of this calm moment you were distracted reading to take in the finer details he never got close enough to see.
You turned the page, the crinkle of the paper making Leo turn back to the book, leaning closer, his head over your shoulder. You felt the rising warmth in your face, he was so /close/. You could feel his gentle breathing on the hairs around your ear.
“Look at that one,” Leo pointed to a small note at the bottom of the new page. It was a heart with a little arrow going through it, two initials with a plus sign in the middle, with the date under it- 06.18.1988
The both of you smiled, and you couldn’t help but wonder if this was the marking of a now older couple.
You turned to look at Leo, only to go wide eyed when you realized his head was already turned towards you.
Faces inches apart, Leo sucked in his breath before pressing his lips onto yours. Frozen for a few moments, your hand slowly came up to cradle his cheek, smiling softly as you felt him melt onto your palm.
You were still, non moving, eyes lightly shut as Leo pulled away, a soft pop sounding from where his lips felt yours.
“Sorry,” Leo mumbled.
“No no... I liked it,” Your hand fell back onto the couch, patting the spot next to you, “sit with me?”
“Yeah, just...just gimme a minute.” Leo nodded, releasing a shaky breath, he didn’t want you to see how weak and shaky you had left his knees.
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Raphael
“Raaaph,” you dragged out your words in annoyance, “ I’m so bored!”
You lay flat on the floor next to weight bench, pulling on the hanging red bandana tails that swayed with every bench press Raph did.
Raph grunted, pushing the heavy bar upwards, “then do sumthing.”
“Oh geez yeah that helped,” you rolled your eyes, knowing Raph couldn’t see your face. You watched him do his bench sets, the sweat rolling down in beads around his forehead and forearms. He was steady with it, a smooth up and down motion, his rough breathing and the slight brushing of the manholes as weights brushing against each other sounded through the room.
You sat up, running your fingers through your hair, a stupid, stupid idea making it’s turn through your mind. Maybe not so stupid, but dumb nonetheless.
You crawled over to where Raph continued to lift his weights. Popping up behind him, you leaned over him, hands on either side of his face, in a sideways Spider-Man kiss, daring to swipe your tongue across the underside of his top lip.
You continued to nimbly lick and tease his lips in kisses, until you heard the manhole weight covers jiggling profusely. You jerked your head back as Raphs arms began to shake like a newborn deer.
“Oh fuck... help,” Raph hissed, he could already hear Leo scolding him for not having a spotter. But how was he supposed to stay collected after /that!/
His hands were sweaty and his dirty little brain was firing signals to the wrong head.
You grabbed the bar with both hands, as if that would do anything. Only in your wildest dreams would you have the strength to help Raph lift literally 50 manhole covers.
“Leo! Donnie! HELP!”
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Donatello
“Cereal is a soup,” you said, twirling in the desk chair next to Donnie. He momentarily stopped the tiny welding job infront of him, pulling his goggles to the top of his head.
“No,” he scoffed, “I dare say it’s not.”
You pursed your lips as to not laugh, “yeah you’re right. It’s actually a salad. Milk is the dressing.”
“I’m going to throw this battery at you if you don’t sto-“
“Pop tarts are ravioli.” You smiled smugly, watching his face go through the five stages is grief.
“Now that’s just disrespectful!” Donnie stood from his chair, and you kicked back bursting into a laugh as he made his way towards you.
“Corn dogs are just meat twinkies!” You shouted, knowing full well your plan to distract him from his tedious work had been successful.
He grabbed your flailing foot, pulling you and your chair closer to him.
“Coconuts are eggs!”
“Oh my god please no” Donnie and you began to mock fight each other, landing childish hits on each other’s arms, and before either of you could notice, your faces were inches apart.
You smiled upon seeing how close you were, and he gave back that a lopsided grin.
He leaned forward, capturing your bottom lip between his.
He pulled back, your face a bright pink, and you could swear Donnie was red in the face too.
“That pop tart one was messed up,” Donnie stated, the both of you giggling.
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Michelangelo
You strolled happily into the lair, a box of cupcakes in hand as you head towards Mikeys room. No way you were sharing with the others, sorry guys.
You didn’t bother knocking as you pushed Mikeys door open, kicking it closed behind you.
“Hey Mikey!” You plopped yourself next to him on his bed. He didn’t budge from his spot under the blankets. You nudged him, taking out a cupcake and peeling the paper off the sides.
You pulled back the covers off Mikeys head, /he’s such a heavy sleeper/ you thought.
You pushed the cupcake up against his snout, “I brought cupcaaaakes,” you whispered, grinning widely as Mikey began to stir, his eyes lazily trying to pry themselves open.
“Mmmm... that’s awesome dudette,” Mikey reached up to grab the cupcake, but you quickly pulled it away.
He flipped over, sitting up to match you now, watching in fake horror as you bit into the cupcake, “what? I didn’t say it was for you,” you stifled a laugh as Mikey threw himself back on the bed.
“My trust. Gone. All in that one bite of cupcake!” Mikey threw a fake tantrum on the bed, taking a second to peek at you to see if you were laughing.
You shook your head chuckling, grabbing Mikey his own cupcake. He gasped, sitting next to you accepting the cupcake.
“Cheers,” you click your cupcakes together.
Between the two of you, you managed to finish the box of a dozen cupcakes.
“I think I’m gonna go into a sugar coma,” you burped, which Mikey took as a challenge and burped back louder.
You and Mikey broke into fits of giggles, the butterfly’s in your stomach and the sugar in your system making you feel lighter with warmth.
Mikey eyed you, enjoying how you snorted sometimes when you laughed, wiping extra frosting from your chin.
“Hey, can I kiss you?” Mikey said simply.
Your laughed softly faded as you beamed at Mikey, nodding in agreement.
Mikey scooted closer to you, taking your face into both big hands. His baby blue eyes scanning through your face, you couldn’t hold in the excited giggles from the nerves and neither could he.
He took in a deep breath before pressing his face against yours, you didn’t have a chance to kiss back before he blew all the air in his lungs into your mouth.
You reared your head back, feeling your nose burn from the air pushing through it. You fell into a coughing fit, Mikey holding onto your shoulders, “y/n! Oh dude I’m sorry I-“
You held your hand up, wiping a tiny tear from your eye. You tried giving him a reassuring smile, “no it’s fine,” you finally composed yourself, “how about we try again?”
Mikey gave you that goofy kid smile, before the both of you leaned into each other for a soft, sugary kiss.
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TMNT x Reader - ‘Coming Out’ Scenarios <3 pt. 1
/ To all us folk coming out as male/female and to those with the insecurity of it, and need a little fic to boost your confidence. You’re beautiful, handsome, lovely, you’re EVERYTHING. Don’t let anyone tell you otherwise. This post will be part 1 to the the 'female to male' scenario. I'll come out with a 'male to female' scnerio post part 1 & 2 soon! /
Intro: :
You were nervous to visit the lair today. Nervous, because today was the day you'd be confessing to your boyfriend that you were transitioning. You hadn't really been obvious about it -- quite the opposite in fact, but it began to bother you how the wrong terms would be thrown your way. Not that they knew...they didn't, and today that was going to change.
You being nervous didn't just stem from the reaction your mutant lover could give you; but you were nervous of the reactions from his ENTIRE family. So as you made your way through the sewers wearing a brace around your chest (sorry if I'm using this wrong, I'm still new to whats worn and whats not when transitioning qvq), you almost considered just making a beeline back to your apartment.
Unfortunately, the promise you'd made to come over kept you from doing that. Soon, you found yourself standing before the brothers, all of which sat about in the living room in preperation for the upcoming movie-thon you all were to have.
Leo
The soft patter of footsteps echoing from the entrance to the lair brought his attention to it, and it was instantanious for him to stand from his seat to go and greet you.
However, the nervous look on your face told him something was wrong -- and....you looked different. It was odd, cause nothing /seemed/ different; You were wearing the same clothing you normally did, hair was the same, face...regardless, he strolled up to you and brought you into a gentle hug.
" Something the matter? " he asks softly, face buried into your hair. He feels you nod and respond quietly. " Leo can -- can we go to your room? This is important.... "
Pulling away from the embrace, a feel of concern washes over him, but he swallows it down and guides you into the safety of his confines. Letting his brothers know you two would be a minute.
Once the door was shut, he turns back to see you sitting on the edge of his bed, fiddling with your fingers. (A nervous habit he found adorable) " What is it you wanted to tell me? Is everything alright, y/n? " he asks. Worry lacing the tone of his voice as he kneels before you, one large hand coming to rest upon your thigh, the other on your knee.
" Y-Yeah! Everything is fine its just -- .... " you were struggling to find the words. (e/c) eyes darting everywhere but the icy stare pointed at you. Then...you had an idea. Looking back to your boyfriend, you rest your hands firmly on his shoulders, tone serious as you stare him dead in the eyes.
" Leo, take off my shirt. " Blink. " What? " " Take of my shirt! Just - trust me. Please. " Swallowing the sudden lump forming in his throat, he regards you with a questioning look before eventually nodding and complying with your request. Raising your arms, you allow him to hook his fingers into the hem of your shirt and gently tug it up and over your head.
There, on your chest, was this odd contraption fit snug around your chest. He eyes it suspiciously, before looking to you for an answer. You, however, smiled bashfully and motioned to it.
" T-This is a um...a brace. Its to make it feel like I have no boobs, and a man's chest. I....Leo, I'm a man. I'm not a girl. I'm currently going through the process of transitioning -- I just... " You paused, the silence and sudden tension within the room causing emotion to well up in your throat. Tears pricking the corners of your eyes, you look at the blue-clad leader - who was currently staring you down with a face that bared no emotion to read.
' He doesn't like this. ' you thought. The damn threatening to break behind your eyes had all but shattered - causing small streams to spill down your cheeks. You choke back a sob, voice coming out broken. Completely unaware of the growing excitement coming from the turtle in front of you. " I-I'm sorry - I'm so sorry...if you don't want..../us/ anymore, I c-completely un- "
You were cut short when arms wrap around your waist and hoist you into the air. A yelp leaving you before you're crushed against Leo's plastoron. The grin plastered onto his face had you gaping -- you'd never seen him smile so big! " y/n, of course I still want us! This is great! " settling you onto your feet, he continues to hold you, his excited expression turning soft as he rests a hand on the side of your face. Which, instincitvely, you nuzzle into.
" I'm /proud/ of you, y/n. I don't care if you're a guy, girl, different species -- you're YOU. And I can't see myself without you. Now come on, handsome. We've got a family to inform. " He says, leaning in for a quick peck before guiding you hand in hand from his room.
Needless to say, the endless support you got not only from him, but from the others? You were lucky to have had them all.
/ / Leo may seem OOC in this compared to a LOT of fics out there - but tbh, he isn't the cold, collected leader he's often portrayed as. I can see him being giddy and excited knowing his SO took such a hard and big step in life - hell, he'd be very proud and it will show. While he may struggle a bit with emotions, I can see him expressing them fluently and with enthusiasm when he figures it out. / /
Raph
It didn't take long for Raph's eyes to fall upon you as you made your way into the living room. The unsure look on your face had him up on his feet, eyes regarding you with a look that was just as unsure. The brute wasn't always so good with emotions -- especially if it was coming from his partner.
" Hey girly, you uh..you doin' alright there? " he tries. Voice cautious. But when you visibly cringed, insecurities instalty began to flood his mind. Why did you cringe? You never cringed when he called you that -- were you mad at him? Here to break up with him? His mind began to reel and when you noticed the blank, wide-eyed stare, you knew he was beginning to jump to conclusions.
His brothers watched, worried but with a growing curiosity as you made your way over and gently touched his arm -- ushering him to sit back in the recliner. He did, eyes on you and mouth unmoving as you stood back a bit, biting your bottom lip before your gaze went to the others in the room.
" So um...I've got something to say. To all of you. I figured I'd let you all know at once cause..well, you're my family. You all deserve to know. " you start. Heart pounding in your chest. It was hard to look up at all the eyes pinned on you, so you opted for finding interest in the floor beneath your feet.
With a small chorus of 'Of course', 'go ahead' and 'we're listening' from the brothers, you finally looked up. (e/c) gaze moving from each turtle until they landed on the emerald green of your boyfriends. You stared long and hard into them, heart in your ears now as you took a deep breath -- exhaled, and finally found the courage to speak two words.
" I'm male. "
There was a deafening silence, the boys all staring at you with utter confusion written on their faces. Mikey was the first to speak up after a minute.
" Whaddya mean angelcakes? Were you not a girl this whole time? " then he gasps. " Then how did you hide it from Ra-- " there was a small 'whap' as the red-clad turtle smacked him upside the head. " No ya' idiot! It means she - ....it means y/n was a female.... " looking back at you, he finally stands up. Hand coming to your chest, he pats it a couple of times. It was then that everyone noticed how flat it was now. " But is on his way to becoming a man. " he finishes.
You look up at him, only to find him smirking down at you. It didn't take long for a smile to grow on your face. He accepted you.
" So wait -- does that mean you're gay now, Raph? " Mikey butts in again. This time, Leo pulls him back by the shell with a glare on his face, shaking his head at the younger turtle who then raises his hands in defense. " It was a genuine question! "
Now it was Donnie's turn to speak up. " A very invasive one, Mikey! I don't think they've got that figured out yet. "
Raph seemed to ponder over that question, though. Brow-ridges furrowed in concentration, before finally taking your hand in his.
" Yeah, Mikey, I guess it means I'm gay. But, only for y/n ~ "
/ Well, this concludes part 1 of the 'coming out, female to male' scanario! I do hope you guys like it so far - and don't be afraif to give me feedback! I'm definitely open to any constructive critisism for my future writings. I'll see you in the next part lovelies! ~ Arrow /
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Retrograde Chapter 5: The Way You Told Me to Look Past Everything I Had Ever Learned
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Series Premise: Someone from the past steps into the spotlight, throwing everyone’s lives into turmoil.
Chapter Summary: Riley and Leo get news, from their lawyer and doctor. Riley calls Megan. Ari reacts to the interview, Drake calms her down. Liam and Riley go over the past. Everyone prepares for the interview.
A/N: Obligatory this is not canon Liam warning. He sucks extra in this one.
A/N 2: There is finally Drake and Ari smut. It is not as hot as the Riley and Drake smut and it never will be. This is @burnsoslow’s fault. (Not really, I loved that ask and I love you!)
CW: Mention of past affair, discussion of mental illness, angst, pregnancy discussion, suggestive language, cursing. 🍋🍋
Leo, Riley, Drake, and Maxwell belong to Pixelberry. Enzo, Santino, Ari, Luca, Val, and Megan are mine.
Word Count: 5578
Music Inspo: Make This Go On Forever—Snow Patrol
Thank you so much for the continued love of these guys. I appreciate it so much. ❤️❤️
Riley sat in a leather chair in the law office, trying not to fidget. Leo called yesterday to talk about Olivia; and their lawyer advised them to come in for a meeting. Riley knew that wasn’t a good sign.
An hour later, they emerged. He was going to request a copy of the book, it wasn’t due to be published for just over a week. They didn’t have grounds to sue Olivia, so far. But they did to sue Liam.
“Whatcha thinking?” Leo asked his quiet wife as they got into the car.
“Why haven't they made a burger fried chicken sandwich combination?” Riley said sadly.
Leo chuckled as he shut the door. “Sounds like a project, Riles. You know what I mean.”
“I’m so tired, sweetheart.” Riley sighed. “Suing Liam wouldn’t do a fucking thing.”
“I agree.” Leo stretched his arm over the console and took her hand. 
“I’m calling Megan.” Riley said with a sigh.
“Why?” 
“Her NDA expires tomorrow night. She’s going to help me.” Riley pulled out her phone and tapped Megan’s name. “She just doesn’t know it yet.”
Exhausted in her office, Megan stared in shock at her phone. She picked it up. “Riley?”
“Hi Megan. Wanna come over and watch the interview? Talk Olivia strategy?”
“I was working up the nerve to call you.” Megan felt her mood lift. “I’m sorry about not telling you. I can’t express how sorry I am. I liked getting all the information I was desperate to ask-”
“Until you got too much.” Riley said irritably.
“Yes. But I have a few ideas, I’ll text you a few.”
“See you tomorrow at 8. I’ll let everyone else know.”
“Is Liam-“
“Yep. He’ll behave.” Riley hung up.
“That went better than I thought. No yelling.” Leo said. 
“She sounded rough.”
“She made her own bed.” Leo shrugged. Megan could help all she wanted. He wouldn’t forget what she’d done to Riley. “We have a baby appointment.”
“I know!” Riley buckled her seat belt. “Let’s go see the tater tot.”
“I’ve been calling her an onion ring.”
“Aw, that’s” Riley stopped when she realized what he said. “Her?”
“That’s just what I think.” Leo winked as he shot her a grin.
“You’re adorable.” Riley threaded her fingers through Leo’s as he drove to the doctor’s office.
———
Leo opened the front door for Riley, she walked in, half dazed.
Riley made her way to the couch and sat, still processing the news they’d just gotten. She looked at the photo in her hands for the thousandth time.
“Twins. Leo.” She said, still in disbelief. “Twins.”
“I know. So fucking awesome.” Leo grinned as he kicked his shoes off. The doctor found the other heartbeat. Leo was ecstatic. Riley was happy, but getting used to the idea.
“It’s gonna be like a log flume ride. They’ll just shoot out.” Riley decided to go to the hospital early this time. She was going to need all of the drugs.
Leo tried not to laugh. “You’ll kick ass, just like last time.”
“I told you I felt like it was twins.” Riley said.
“You said that after you ate a giant burrito. You called it a food baby next to the normal one.”
“Same difference.”
Leo sat down and pulled her into his lap. “I love you so much. I can’t wait to do this with you again. But times two.”
“I love you so much. This is going to be an adventure, all right.”
“The usual mayhem.” Leo brought his lips to hers, kissing her deeply. Their tongues curled together as Riley turned in Leo’s lap to wrap her legs around his waist. 
Leo stood as a loud crowing echoed. Their lips  separated, foreheads touching. “Oops.” Riley giggled.
Leo still held her, and glanced over at Max and Luca. Max was holding Henri, the source of the noise. Luca had Enzo. 
“How’d it go?” Max asked teasingly. Leo and Riley’s constant affection made him happy. He never wanted it to stop. 
“Leo, you can put me down.” Riley grinned.
“Nope.” Leo walked over to Luca with Riley still wrapped around him. 
Enzo giggled. “Ma.” Riley grinned at him and handed Max the ultrasound photo.
Maxwell studied it. “Wait, there are two arrows. Two seedlings?” 
Riley nodded as Leo grinned. 
“Two?” Luca’s mouth lifted in a wide smile. “Congratulations!”
“I’d hug you, but Leo won’t let me go.”
Leo shrugged. “You can hug later.”
Luca booped Enzo’s nose as he giggled. “Are you doing okay? With what’s to come?”
“As well as can be expected.” Riley smiled tightly. “I can’t tell if it’s morning sickness or nerves at this point.”
Luca squeezed her shoulder comfortingly as Leo dropped a kiss on her forehead.
“We’ll be here tomorrow night.” Max said. “For the shitshow.”
“So will Megan.” Riley added. 
“Why?” Max and Luca said at the same time.
“She’s helping.” Leo said. “I still don’t trust her.”
“Me neither.” Riley said. “But she’s sorry. She’s going to try to make it right. It’s worth a shot.”
“Liam will be uncomfortable.” Leo pointed out, knowing Riley already considered that.
“Added bonus.” Riley shrugged. She glanced at the clock above the television. “He should be here soon.”
Max put the chicken down just outside the back door. “That’s my cue.” 
Leo finally set Riley down and Luca handed Enzo to her. She hugged him, Enzo putting his small hands on Luca’s face. “Thanks for watching the bear.”
“He is a lot of fun.” Luca smiled and hugged her back, pretending to eat Enzo’s fingers as the toddler dissolved into giggles. “Two new ones. You’re going to be outnumbered.”
“It’s gonna be a mess and I love it.” Riley grinned. Enzo reached for Leo, who took him and put him on his hip. “Big bro Enzo.”
“Bro!” Enzo crowed.
Leo laughed. “That’s right, little dude.”
Max put his shoes on. “Let’s go. I don’t wanna see Liam til I have to.”
Riley walked to him and squeezed him in a tight hug. “I’m sorry.”
“You don’t need to be. I’m so angry at him.”
“I know Max. I am too.” Riley released him. “Thank you for having my back.”
“For you blossom, anything.” Max pecked her cheek, leading Luca out as he waved. 
Leo and Riley sat on the couch with Enzo. He was playing with a stuffed moose, making noises at it.
Riley smiled and smoothed his hair. 
“You okay to deal with the Liam stuff today?” Leo watched Riley kiss Enzo’s head. 
“Yeah. I might as well get it over with.” Riley gave Leo a half smile. “A heads up will be nice.”
“The shock has worn off.” Leo said. “I don’t know if Drake can handle it.”
Riley nodded. “We talked this morning. He’s so mad, Leo.” She leaned back on the couch, putting her forehead in her hand as she rested her elbow on the back cushion. “He has every right to be. I just wish I could fix it.”
“I know baby.” Leo set Enzo on the floor, letting him walk along the couch cushions. “That’s on Liam.”
“That wasn’t even the worst part.” Riley reminded him. “Horrible when the news that you and your friend were followed by your ex comes in second place.”
“Yeah.” Leo handed Enzo the moose. The small boy grabbed the toy and grinned. “I’m just worried about you. If it’s too much, you need to tell me.”
“I will.” Riley promised. “I’m in an awesome place, emotionally at least. It hasn’t gotten overwhelming. I feel mostly okay.” Riley giggled. “The pregnancy rage is strong though.”
“You know I’m here.”
“I do. That’s how I know everything will be okay.”
Leo steered Enzo away from his phone and pulled Riley into his chest. “Forever and ever baby.”
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Liam waited as Riley read the list. She looked up at him, sitting across the table from her, one small tear slipping out of the corner of her eye. 
“Let me make sure I have this right.” She said in a voice somewhere between angry and sad. 
Liam nodded silently. He wasn’t saying a word until he had to.
“You told Olivia that she felt more like your wife than I did. That I was the mistress.”
Leo walked in the kitchen as she spoke, a baby monitor in one hand. Enzo had just gone down for a nap. Leo’s eyes widened. “What the actual fucking fuck?” 
He met Riley’s eyes, seeing the emotion in hers. Not sadness. Anger and disappointment. He better sit next to her. He did just that, planting a kiss on her temple. “I love you baby.”
Riley smiled tersely. “I love you.”
She went back to the list. 
“You told her you weren’t sure if we were actually infertile because we never had enough sex to figure that out. ”
Leo tried to stay calm. His Riles was calm, he could do it if she could. “You fucking slimy ass weasel.”
“But wait, there’s more.” Riley deadpanned. “On top of that, you said I had the fertility issue. Not you.”
Leo kissed Riley’s crown a few times. “I can’t even look at you right now, man. How could you fucking do that to her?”
“I was in a terrible place.” Liam murmured.
“Guess you can’t have the new sliz thinking you still bone the woman you’re married to.” Riley rolled her eyes. 
“I kept a fucking journal for a year!” Riley huffed. “It’s probably still in storage in Cordonia.” She’d moved her things out of the palace when they visited, unsure of what to do with it. Hana had offered her some unused rooms and she’d filled them. 
“You kept a sex journal?” Leo asked.
“No.” Riley paused. “I kept track of when I ovulated.” 
LIam shifted in his seat. Riley saw.
“Oh, is this uncomfortable for you?” She asked icily.
Liam sat still. 
“You watched operas with her and texted through it. You told her you loved her during this activity.” Riley read on. “Fucking Jesus Christ.”
Leo rubbed her shoulders, kneading the tight muscles with his hands. “Baby, how much is left? We don’t have to do it all in one shot.” He glared at Liam. “We can drag it out.”
Liam blanched. 
“There’s only one thing left. Told Olivia he saw her differently after we got married, wondered if I was the right choice.” RIley put down the paper.
“I know that isn’t all of it. I just hope whatever you’ve “forgotten” Riley used air quotes around the word, “isn’t a huge fucking deal. Even though it will be.”
She turned to Leo. “Megan texted a few minutes ago. The interview tomorrow night, it’s the only one they were able to get Olivia. She said that might change once the book is out.  She’s going to get me the contact info for the producer. She agrees with the lawyer, get my side out there.”
Liam felt his face heat. “What?” He wasn’t sure which threw him more, the interview or that Riley and Megan were speaking.
Riley raised an eyebrow at him. “The lawyer brought it up as a possible course of action. Leo’s good with it. So am I.”
“Should I?” Liam asked, contemplating if it was a good idea.
“And say what?” Riley crossed her arms. “I think Olivia is representing your side well.”
“Is it just you being interviewed?” Leo asked. “I will for moral support if you need, but I’ll be there either way.”
“I’m not dragging you into that unless it’s absolutely necessary, baby. Backstage is fine.” 
Leo grinned. He loved when she called him baby. “I’m wherever you need me.”
Liam stood.  “I’ll let you two-” He started to say
“Oh no you fucking don’t.” Riley snapped. “There is going to be a discussion.”
Liam sat back down. 
“I need answers.”
“I’ve told you why I started the affair.”
“You did.’ Riley nodded. “And I believed you. But this-” She gestured to the list. “That’s not just an affair. You actively worked to get closer to Olivia, to tell her things that would make her feel superior to me. This was a real relationship.” Riley thanked her lucky stars she hadn’t taken Liam back.
“This is why she is so fucking upset. I would be too.” Riley shrugged. “You know, if I were a soulless monster who word fucked other people’s husbands.”
“You shut down too, RIley.” Liam argued. “You didn’t notice this was going on.”
“Don’t you fucking  dare blame her for any of this.” Leo managed to say through clenched teeth.
Riley closed her eyes and counted to 5. She reminded herself that Liam’s face was hard and punching him would hurt. She opened her eyes.
“No, I was too busy being supportive and massaging your ego.” Riley said evenly. “You were upset about the news you got. I tried to do what I thought you needed from me.” Riley gripped Leo’s hand under the table, moving it to the table surface. Leo squeezed back. 
“You still aren’t telling me everything, Liam.” Riley’s voice was full of irritation. “Your weekly call with Francesco. What was that really?”
“How do you know it wasn’t Francesco?”
“Because the man told me one night, after I knew about Olivia. He hadn’t had a phone call with you in almost a year. It was always in person.”
“Francesco just volunteered that?”
“No. I asked. After I found out about Olivia, I tried to piece everything together. You were no help.” Riley made a mental note to email Francesco. It had been awhile. They kept in touch, he’d sent Enzo a gorgeous rattle after he was born. 
“That’s after. Not during.”
“No, I didn’t notice you having a relationship with Olivia.” Riley said in a clipped tone. Her patience was wearing thin. Liam didn’t deserve her restraint. But she knew if she came unglued, the only person feeling bad later would be her.  
“It never occurred to me that you would do that to me. Even with all our issues. We’d been through a lot, and I was naive to expect fidelity.” The last few words were laced with sarcasm. Leo squeezed her hand again. He hated Liam for this. 
Riley went on. “I was trying to help you. If you were short with me, didn’t want to spend time with me, wanted to be alone; I complied. I thought you were working things out in your head.  You were coming back a little, just before I found out.”
Liam frowned. “Not really. Much hadn’t changed.”
Riley sighed. “I’m not arguing about it. But the night I found out, I was making chicken tagine. So you can connect those dots.”
She rubbed her neck, feeling an ache begin. “I handled all the events with kids, had numerous interviews about heirs, while you did what? Told Olivia her back wasn’t too bony?”
Leo snickered, standing to get water as Liam glared at him.
“The Francesco calls were Olivia.” Liam muttered.
Riley nodded. “Which other ones?”
“I’d say 8 out of every 10 late night meetings were her.”
Riley blinked a few times, remembering all the nights she’d lain awake, waiting. 
“The texts you deleted.”
“Yes.”
“You weren’t physical.” Riley said slowly. “That’s still true, right?”
Liam nodded.
“The photos. Just Olivia?”
“No. I sent a few. Similar in nature to hers.”
Riley swallowed the bile that rose in her throat. “Ok.” She took a deep breath, steadying herself. “I have one last question and I’m done with this part of it.”
Liam waited, his stomach churning.
“I don’t even know how to say this.” Riley shook her head. “Phone sex, sexting. Did you?”
“Yes.” Liam cleared his throat as his voice failed him. “Both.”
Riley nodded. She’d been prepared for that answer, it still stung. How could she have been married to this man? He had treated her so poorly. She didn’t know him. 
Riley stood. “I’m going to be sick.” She rushed to the bathroom, leaving Leo and Liam alone. 
“Morning sickness.” Leo said. He wasn’t sure why.
“That’s awful.” Liam felt awkward.
Riley came back in. “That was gross.” She sat back down and pressed on. “Which brings me to now, Liam.”
Liam sighed. “What?”
“We were in a really good place, for a long time. Then you started acting weird. Drake told me what you said, about me feeling guilty.”
“I just made an observation.”
“Not one rooted in any kind of truth. You need to hear this.” Riley spoke firmly. “I have never, not once, felt guilty about falling in love with Leo. I have never felt guilty for marrying him and having children with him.”
“Why’d you set me up then?”
“You were ready and Megan was it.” Riley exhaled slowly. “I was obviously wrong.”
“That was it. No guilt?” Liam wasn’t sure he believed her.
“I’m not the one who should have guilt.” Riley’s eyes bored into his. 
“You love him more than you ever loved me.” Liam said.
Riley usually ignored this. She couldn’t today. “Leo has never hurt me. Not once. He has too much respect for me to ever do that.” 
She continued as a flush crept up Liam’s neck. “You were weird the day Enzo had an ear infection and I canceled lunch.”
“I was already here and you just acted like it was nothing.”
“Enzo was sick, I was exhausted. I needed to be with my family.” Riley pinched the bridge of her nose. “Why does that even need an explanation beyond rescheduling?”
“It was our anniversary.”
Riley dropped her hand. “What?”
“That day, it was our anniversary.” LIam repeated. “I’d been having some trouble, I wanted to talk to you about it.”
“That is what your therapist is for.” Riley said. “I don’t even know how much we would have talked about it. I would not have been okay with talking about our failed marriage on the anniversary of it with you.”
“Is this why you stopped coming to therapy with me?”
“Yes! It felt more like couples counseling and we are not a couple!” 
Leo was pretty sure he knew what Liam was going to say next, and it was going to ruin everything. 
Riley spoke again. “Now all the Olivia garbage and you’re acting even stranger. Tell me what’s going on.”
Liam looked at Leo, standing at the counter, arms crossed. 
Liam was just going to say it. She’d leave him alone then. So would everyone. 
“I’m still in love with you.” Liam whispered, feeling a sense of relief that the words were not just in his mind anymore. 
“What the fuck?” Riley thought she’d misheard.
“I wish I weren’t.” Liam lied.
“No you don’t. Otherwise you’d be making an effort.” Riley dropped her head into her hands. “You're not. You are just leaning into it. You know there is zero hope there.” 
“I don’t know how not to be.” Liam rubbed his temple. “You’re back to your old self, the woman I met in New York all those years ago.”
“I’ve always been that person. She just got buried for a bit.” Riley tried to keep her cool. “I was always me. Until you had an affair. I am only doing so well because of the support I got here, from Leo, that I could not get from you. Now you love me again? Fuck you and the fucking apple you rode in on.”
“I’ve never not-” Liam started to say.
“I’m not buying that.” Riley interrupted. “Or you kept it hidden really fucking well. You and Megan were doing well before the Olivia shit.” 
“That night in New York plays on a loop in my head.” Liam said the words quietly as he stared at the table.
“That night was a huge mistake.” Riley flushed and looked up at Leo. He took the seat next to her.
He kissed her softly. “Don’t worry about me right now.”
“You shouldn’t have to hear this.”
“I know already.” Leo kissed her again. “I also know how much you love me. It’s in the past.”
“Good god, I fucking love you.” Riley kissed him a little harder, forgetting Liam was there. Not that she’d have stopped, had she remembered. “You are the only thing that makes this shitshow worth it.”
Leo chuckled. “I love you. Glad to help.”
Liam cleared his throat. “Can I leave now?”
Leo glared. “Not until she says so.” He sat back, throwing an arm around the back of Riley’s chair.
“It’s amazing how you take no responsibility for your part in everything.” Liam grumbled.
Leo sat up and locked eyes with Liam. “Oh, enlighten me, little brother.”
“You abdicated. I had to be king and have a social season.”
Riley put her palm on her forehead. 
Leo rolled his eyes. “You seem to be in the mood to dredge up things that are long settled.”
LIam crossed his arms. “It was never settled.”
“Me abdicating was shitty for you. I fully owned that.” Leo said. “I left you in a situation where you didn’t have much choice.” 
“I know, Leo. I was there.” Liam spat.
“I apologized, but it was never the wrong call. You took Cordonia in a direction I never could. I don’t have a problem admitting that. I would have been a fucking terrible king. It wasn’t fair, but I did my best to be there for you. I stayed months after Dad’s funeral to help you. You called pretty regularly for a while, to bounce ideas off me and ask advice.”
“You took the one thing that mattered to me. The one thing I had that made my life worth it.”
Riley looked confused. “What are you talking about?”
“You, Riley.” 
“He did not take me.” Riley sighed. “As previously discussed, I came here because you couldn’t help but send Bas after me. You know, after I left because of Olivia.” The only regret Riley had was not leaving sooner.
“I still think he took advantage-” Liam began.
“Fucking hell.” Riley groaned. “I’m not doing this. It’s like running around in a circle.”
Leo stood. “I’m only going to say this to you once. Then, if Riley’s done, you can leave.”
RIley nodded. “Just about.” 
“I fought with my feelings for RIley for a long time.” Leo said. “I never thought I would be so lucky. I was fine with keeping it to myself. “
“You were all too happy to jump in with her.”
Leo was so irritated he wanted to throw Liam out right then. “You know what your problem is Liam? Nothing is your fault.”
“What?”
“Riley left you. It wasn’t your fault. You had an affair, not your fault. Olivia and this book; Megan, still not your fault.”
“It worked out pretty well for you.”
“I would rather Riley not have had to go through the absolute fucking hell you have put her through than for her to be with me.” Leo growled. “If she never had to deal with your affair or any of the shit, she’d be happy. I’d be happy for her. I would rather be alone than have her go through any of it.”
Riley’s eyes filled. “Leo.”
“Dammit, that came out wrong.” Leo pulled her to stand so he could hold her. “I just meant-”
“I know what you meant.” RIley hugged him tightly.
“Glad I can make you two closer.” LIam said sardonically. “Can I go?”
“Yeah. You can. After I say something.” Riley stayed in Leo’s embrace as she turned to look at him. “This love bullshit? I do not want to hear it again. You and I, we are not okay.”
Liam nodded. “I know.”
“You better be here for the interview tomorrow night.” Riley said tiredly. “I will track you down and make you answer for it if you aren’t. Megan will be here too, so you better be nice.”
“What? Why?”
“I asked her to come.” RIley said. 
“She lied.”
“She was scared and made a bad decision. You know all about that. “ Riley replied. “See you tomorrow night.” 
Liam showed himself out. 
Riley sat heavily. “That sucked.”
“You were fucking awesome.” Leo rubbed her shoulders, sitting beside her.
“I don’t feel like it.” Riley put her head on the table. “I'm so drained from that.”
“I knew he was in love with you.” Leo said cautiously. “I didn’t think he’d say it.”
“I think Drake knows, too.” Riley ran her fingers over Leo’s arm that was still rubbing her shoulder. “There was a lack of anger from you, I knew it  wasn’t a shock.”
“I don’t like him right now.” Leo said. “And this situation is all on him.” 
“But.” Riley interjected.
Leo smiled. She knew him. “But, he’s in a bad place.”
“That he’s not really trying to get out of.”
“Do you think he’ll get it together?” Leo asked.
“I hope so.” Riley blew a piece of hair out of her face. Leo smoothed it away from her eyes. “But it won’t ever go back to how it was. I can’t be close to him like we were. He’s changed all that.”
“It was okay for a while though.” Leo pressed a kiss to her hair. “I still think you’re kind as fuck for trying.”
“I don’t know another way to be.” Riley gave Leo a sad half smile. “I wish I did.”
“That’s what makes you Riley.” Something occurred to Leo. “You have a shared tattoo.” 
“A sun on the back of my shoulder. It’s behind me.” Riley grinned suddenly. “Get it?”
Leo chuckled at the pun. “You’re not my sun. You’re my everything.”
“Mine too.” Riley entwined their fingers. “Maybe I’ll cover it up, I don’t know.” She stretched her neck. “I’m so tense.”
“Enzo’s napping still.” Leo kissed her fingers slowly, pressing his lips to each tip. “I can help you.”
Riley smiled. “You’re going to bring me cookies and rub my feet while I watch Titanic?”
“If that’s what you want.” Leo moved his lips to her ear. “I think I can do better.” He let his hand wander down her body, his fingers leaving teasing trails around her breasts and thighs. 
“Fuck cookies.” Riley breathed as she crashed her lips on his.
Leo smiled and pulled her tightly against him.
———
Ari was talking on the phone in such rapid Spanish, Drake couldn’t make it out. He glanced at the nanny, Eric. He was fluent. Eric raised an eyebrow at Drake and mouthed “cartel.”
“Can you take Val and Tino to the park for a few hours?” Drake whispered. He needed to talk to Ari. She was handling the Liam shit worse than he was.
Eric nodded, standing up and collecting the children.
“Hasta luego, Ariadne.” Eric called as he herded Val outside while holding Tino.
Ari’s head jerked up. “See you soon.”
Drake appeared on the other side of her. “We need to talk, mi vida.”
Ari nodded, knowing she was caught. “Buenos tardes, tío.” She ended the call.
“What is the matter?”
“Ari, why are you calling your uncle? Eric heard you talking about cartel connections.”
“I need Liam to hurt,” Ari’s eyes flashed. “I know that Olivia’s type. She will never stop. Not until everyone is as miserable as she is. It is his fault.”
“It is.” Drake conceded. “Liam would never do what she is doing, though. He isn’t okay with it.”
“How can you say that?” Ari looked at Drake with a shocked look on her face. “He had you and Riley followed, because he assumed you were doing what he was.”
“Oh, I know.” Drake sat on the sofa and tugged Ari down next to him. “Brooks and I talked earlier. I think she’s angrier than I am.” Her pregnancy rage scared him a little. Some of it was normal rage, that Liam fully deserved.
“I’m not defending him at all.” Drake said. “It’s his fault, but I can’t put the blame squarely on him. It’s Olivia too. All this never would have gotten out if not for her.”
“That’s a good thing.” Ari decided. “These kinds of secrets, they should not stay buried. The way they are coming out, that is the bad thing.”
Drake mulled this over. “You’re right.” 
“It is still so unfair. Everybody was in a good place. Liam was even great, mostly. Not anymore. This just screws up so much for people who have already been through too much as it is!” Ari threw her hands up. “No Liam. What about Olivia?”
“Dulzura. Olivia is not worth the cost of a bullet. Don’t send your cartel friends after her. Unless-“
Ari perked up. “Unless what?”
“She does something. Actually does it. Not just threatens it.”
“No, that’s too late!” Ari paused. “What if I just give them a heads up, to keep an eye on her?” 
“Talk to Riley.” Drake knew Riley would shut it down. He wrapped his arms around Ari. “You’re so stubborn.”
“So are you, mi amor. Val and Tino are going to be quite the handful.” Ari laughed as Drake made a face.
“We’ll all get out of this okay. I promise.” Drake kissed the spot where her shoulder and neck met.
“I know we will. It’s just so unnecessary.” Ari sighed. She tried to loosen her shoulders. She felt Drake’s hand sliding up her thigh. She turned to look at him.
“I love you, your spirit. Your fierceness.” Drake whispered in her ear, sending goosebumps down her arms.
Their lips met hungrily. Ari smiled into the kiss and crawled into Drake’s lap. 
Drake smirked. “What do you think you’re doing?”
“I am going to calm you down.” Ari whispered in his ear, sending a shiver down his spine.
Drake swallowed hard. “That is the opposite of calm, but who am I to stop you?”
Ari pulled her aquamarine shirt dress off, slipping her lacy boyshorts down her legs. She leaned forward and removed his tee shirt. She bent over him, her breasts near his face. Drake leaned into them, pushed her breasts together and lightly bit her nipples, swiping his tongue over them. She felt the heat between her legs as she moaned.
She moved back, dragging her erect nipples down Drake’s chest and abs. Drake kept his hands on her back, circling her spine lightly. Ari stopped at Drake’s grey sweatpants. She tugged them down and off him. Moving between his legs, she let her breasts fall on either side of his thick length. 
Ari slid her mouth all the way down his length, wetting him with her tongue. She released him with a pop, pushed her breasts together and slipped them around his cock. She moved up and down as Drake’s hands fisted in her hair. She felt so soft around him, warm. She brought her head down and swirled her tongue on his velvety head. 
Drake’s hips thrust. “Ari, just like that.” She kept swirling her tongue and massaging him with her breasts until Drake cupped her face and pulled her up.
She released him, and Drake flew off the couch and picked her up. Her legs wrapped around him as he pushed her against the wall. Drake pressed his fingers to her clit, rubbing slow small circles as he nipped her neck. Ari’s head fell back as Drake inserted a finger and crooked it, quickly adding a second. Ari met his movements, her hands moving to her breasts as she whimpered, his name lost in her moans.
He slid his fingers out, Ari pulled them into her mouth, sucking and cleaning them for him. Drake thrust into her wet heat, filling her completely. Ari cried out, her head falling forward and capturing Drake’s lips with her own.
Ari’s forehead rested on Drake’s as everything fell away. She felt her release and moved his hand to just above where they were connected. Her head fell to his shoulder and she bit it as she came, stifling a scream.
Ari leaned forward and put her lips to his ear. “Come, Drake. I need you.” She fixed her lips to the spot below his ear, feeling him shudder.
Drake’s body tensed, erupting inside her as he clutched her against him. Ari made him feel as if he was the only man in the world, the only one she needed. He was used to being in charge, taking control. It turned him on more than anything ever had before that she was the one who usually took the lead. 
Both breathing heavily, Drake moved to the sofa, collapsing onto it with her in his lap. 
Drake kissed Ari’s knuckles. She smiled and traced his cheek with her finger. “See? Calm. The anger is gone?” She asked with a grin.
Drake’s lips lifted and he kissed her jaw. “Yes. It just came right out of me.”
Ari giggled. “So terrible.”
———
Olivia sat in her opulent hotel room. She felt as if she were in a dream, one that was not her own. 
Liam had lied to her. She didn’t know why it was so surprising. It wasn’t as if he were incapable of the act. They had an affair behind Riley’s back, he had to lie about that to everyone.
Olivia had never considered that she had been lied to as well. 
She checked the time, eyebrows raised at how late it had gotten. She was grateful parts of the interview were being reshot today. 
Olivia had a new perspective. 
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Vulnerable [chapt. 1/2]
[2012 Leo x reader]
Based off of a request from an Anon: "A reader who is good at archery?" and the art is in fact mine, signature in the corner.
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Leonardo grimaced as he walked. On his bad leg he still limped a bit, but he no longer was so dependent on his crutches. Every step was a twinge of pain in his knee, but he continued, bow in hand and looking for prey. The rest of the team was back at the farmhouse—he wanted to do this alone. He needed to do something. For himself and everyone else. 
He crept along the forest floor, senses hyper-aware of all of the things around him, as with his injured leg, he felt vulnerable. He jumped when a bird shot out of a tree nearby with another one hot on its tail feathers. When had he become so easy to start? Of course, as a ninja, he was trained to be skeptical. Aware. But he'd never felt so jumpy as he did after coming out of his coma, his throat wrecked and his knee in just as bad a condition. He took in a deep breath, then released it. Focus. 
He definitely felt like he was being watched. He was in a sea of trees and bush, wandering and out of his element, having come from the city. It was such a jarring change to have been struck down in a construction site on that frightening day, only to wake up three months later in a quaint farmhouse outside of New York City. His stomach churned slightly recalling what he could remember from his encounter with the Shredder and the wave after wave of Foot Bots. The cold rain, and their mortal enemy's imposing figure stood above him before going in for the kill. He shook himself of those thoughts—not now. Today was sunny. He had to look around him for a second as if to assure that there was light shrouding everything. That there were no shadows to hide in. Shifting his footing, his knee suddenly jerked forward and sent a shot up pain up his leg. He had to resist making noise, but in that moment, a shudder ran down his spine. The sheer pain, he remembered, of the Shredder's blades catching his neck. The trauma to his knee. He didn't know when he'd started breathing heavily, still and partially leaning on his bow. When would he ever be able to recall that day without it shaking him so deeply? Would the memories hit him during his next and inevitable meeting with Shredder? 
But he couldn't think about that now, not as he heard rustling in the brush ahead of him. He stilled. Crouching, he took to the large trunk of an oak and hid behind it, peering around the corner to catch a glimpse of what he was hearing. It sounded big; likely a deer. As long as he didn't engage with a buck and his fearsome rack of antlers, he would be okay. His knee ached as he kneeled there. No sudden movements, he reminded himself. 
He looked around the side of the tree and saw it. A tall, proud buck and his air of regality, eating from a plant and seemingly unaware of Leo's presence. This was his chance to make himself useful. To stick it to his cursed leg that he wouldn't let it stop him. 
Rising as slowly and quietly as he could, he lifted his bow and drew an arrow. He had to find the perfect moment. But he also couldn't wait too long, otherwise he would lose the animal. The buck paused his meal and looked up, smelling the air. He ducked back behind the tree when it actually turned its head toward him, almost as if in acknowledgement. But deer's eyes didn't face forwards—if it were looking for a threat, it would have turned its head. Ignoring that detail, Leo knew it would get his scent quickly, so there was not much time to waste as he aimed, shooting for something vital. The buck stiffened, readying to bound off. He was just about to let loose the arrow when he blinked, and suddenly, there was nothing. The buck was gone, the clearing was empty, and he was extremely confused. He stood up, letting down his bow as he stepped out from behind the tree and looked around him. It had been there one moment, gone the next. 
He jolted when a twig snapped behind him. He spun around, arrow ready to fire. Standing only but a few feet away was the large creature looking down at him, and in his surprise, Leo hesitated. He wasn't sure what to do beside lower his weapon, eyes fixated on the impressive antlers the buck donned. Those could deliver a fierce blow. 
He was backing away, opting to ditch the effort and try again another time, because the animal was certainly strong. And not with his bad leg could he defend himself as much as he would have liked—but unnaturally fast, the buck charged forward anyway. Heart pumping, Leo gasped and drew his arrow, trying to get a clear shot on the animal as it vanished around him, disappearing behind trees, reappearing elsewhere, running at him from every which way. He let out a loud grunt when he was struck in the abdomen by it, disoriented and trying to gain his footing. He tried to dodge the oncoming attack, but his knee buckled, and he fell to the ground against the mossy trunk of a massive tree. His bow was dropped elsewhere. In a last resort, he swiped his knife from his belt, eyes flitting about. He expected another blow from the strange animal, but nothing came. He was left in shock sitting there as he regained his composure, only noticing the buck out of the corner of his eye one last time. 
He watched it, brow ridge furrowed intensely as he got up and snatched his bow from the ground. The buck only stared back, his reaching presence making an imprint in Leo's mind. He knew then that there was something else to this. He had no idea, not even a clue, of where to start with it. But the creature sauntered further into the trees, disappearing into the thicket. 
"What was that?" he muttered to himself, unable to look away from where he'd last seen it. 
He returned to the farmhouse later that night, meeting you at the front porch when he dragged himself up there. His knee was irritated to all hell from the exertion, and you could tell, too; he favored his good leg when he stepped, wincing as he came over. It was then that you noticed he looked a little more rough than you'd originally thought. 
"Leo?" you said, meeting him at the stairs. He tried to give you a smile, but it was obvious he was absolutely beat, his leg was hurting, and overall, not in a good way. "Are you okay? What happened out there?" 
You helped him up the steps with an arm around him, supporting his heavy weight as he made his way into the house. He groaned, a little shameful, "I got attacked by a...deer."
He left his bow and quiver at the door. A deer? You gave him a questioning look, and he continued, "Yeah, a deer. Like with the antlers. It came at me when it realized I was there. I've never seen something move so fast." 
You were going to help him to the couch, but he shrugged your arm off with a sheepish smile, getting there himself. You sat down next to him. "So, an angry buck?" you asked. He nodded. "Weird...it's not mating season. Usually, they aren't so aggressive." 
"Well, this one was," he said, "and I know this is going to sound weird, but…" 
He knew it would be hard to explain why he suspected this was something otherworldly, due to the teleporting. He'd seen it clearly with his own two eyes. Still, it was just as confusing to him to think about as it would have been for you to hear.
"Wait, how do you know that?" he inquired. He looked over at you, blue eyes falling on yours. 
You chuckled, "My dad was into hunting, so I picked up some stuff as a kid. You learn that pretty early on; the antlers on those things can really tear you up. Though...you're lucky for having natural armor." Gesturing toward his bow and arrow, you bumped his shoulder with your own. "I'd say I'm good with one of those." 
Leo quirked his brow, curious for you to go on. He didn't doubt your statement one bit; he'd seen how you watched him practice, how sometimes, he'd catch you idly running your hand along the curves of the bow. "How good would you say you are?" 
Grinning, you padded across the room and got his bow, drawing back the string experimentally. It had been a while. You threw a glance back at him over your shoulder. "Fairly," you replied, setting it down. "I think my parents started me out when I was twelve or so. With one of those kiddie bows, the ones that are easy to pull back? I'm no master, but maybe...I could come out and help you next time? I don't think any of us should be going out alone, anyway, especially you with your…"
He noticed your eyes had fallen on his injured leg. 
"Uh, hold on. I'm not an invalid, [y/n]." 
He didn't want to be snappish, but the last part irked him a little. He could handle himself out there. How well he could was a different story, but nonetheless, he felt weirdly infantile hearing that. It should have been him telling you that and offering to help, not the other way around. 
Damn his leg. 
Still, he knew he had to swallow his pride, for now. He really was in no shape to be wandering the woods on his own. He also noticed that it was a great opportunity to bond with you more without everyone around to overanalyze it. 
"You know, I...I appreciate it. I know you're just trying to help." He tried to hide the disappointment he was feeling with himself, but it was easily replaced by more positive prospects. He hadn't ever spent that much time with you alone, as they were always going, going, going. The farmhouse and surrounding woods was a slow change of pace—a good change of pace. But even then, he still couldn't always get away from everyone else, especially Mikey and Casey. "What do you say we go out tomorrow?" 
You nodded, "I say it's a date!" 
"Y–yeah," He laughed, looking down at the floor. "It's a...yeah. I'm going to go to bed now. Goodnight, [y/n]." 
"Night," you said as he headed up the stairs. 
Mind on the kitchen for a drink before you went to bed yourself, you were slightly surprised to see April there, leaning against the counter with a curious smile on her face. "Oh, hey, April," you mumbled, reaching past her for a glass. 
"Hey," she cooed, "so, a date, huh?" A knowing grin crossed her face, along with that twinkle in her eye she got any time something like this came up. 
Face beginning to flush, you chuckled awkwardly as you filled up your glass from the tap. "Uh, it's more like a...it's not really a date. I just said that. For some reason. We're gonna go out into the woods and scope it out for a little bit." You glanced out of the corner of your eye and saw her sat at the kitchen table, patting the chair next to her. A date? Like that? No. In fact, he was likely offended to some degree that you even proposed helping him out. Not with how sensitive he was about his knee, lately, which was a hindrance to him. But you wanted to help, that's what friends were for. And maybe spending some time away from the antics of his brothers and Casey wasn't such a bad idea, either…
You were going to slip out of the kitchen, but April was set on getting the details. "Come on, girl talk!" she said, low enough so no one else would hear, but you could hear the excitement in her voice. "Did he get embarrassed? Oh, what about bringing lunch? Like a picnic, in the woods," she suggested, clasping her hands. "Quiet, away from you-know-who. It would be nice!" 
"Okay, okay, slow down there," you said. You took a seat next to her and looked behind you into the living room to make sure there wasn't anyone there, then added, "You see, I don't know for sure…" 
...if Leo felt the same way. There was a hunch, but that wouldn't do—you couldn't go off of a mere inkling, lest you ruin good friendship turning things weird. You liked him. How obvious it was, you didn't know, but you never tried to show it on purpose. 
April noticed the uncertainty of your expression and put her hand on yours in your lap. She could feel your hesitance over the subject. "You're worried that he doesn't feel the same way about you," she stated softly. "Is that it?" 
"In short," you answered with a small shrug as you kept your gaze on the edge of the table. 
She tilted her head in thought, humming to herself. "Well, I think you should go for it, if that's how you feel." 
Looking up at her, you inquired, "What if it makes things awkward between us?" That was the last thing you wanted. 
"I think Leo might have a crush on you," she said finally. "Of course, I can't tell you definitely, but...it's just the vibe he gives me."
Your heart fluttered. April's intuition had always seemed pretty on point; you trusted her judgement more often than not. The question was, did you have the guts to come out with it to him, or would it be another time gone past? Hung up on her words, you blinked. "Do you think so?" you asked honestly. 
She nodded and gave a reassuring smile. "I won't pressure you, but I still think you'll have a great time. I can put together a basket, if you want. We don't have much besides sandwiches, though." April was considerate. It was easy to feel comfortable around her; she was a gentle soul outside of combat, and supportive of yours and everyone else's pursuits (so long as they weren't harmful.) Especially pursuits of love, when they weren't directed at herself. 
You thanked her as you got up, to which she replied that it was no problem. Leo's door was cracked slightly open, you'd found out when you passed by, and inside he was fast asleep. he tended to leave it ajar out of habit; he felt that he needed to be able to hear what was going on in the rest of the house in case something happened, paranoid of ambushes. The only time he wasn't conscious of his bad leg was when he was unconscious, and even then, you had a suspicion that he dreamed about it sometimes. Maybe even had nightmares. You recalled seeing him toss and turn one night while muttering incoherent things after he'd fallen asleep on the couch in the lounge, almost rolling off the side before you decided to wake him. Both the mental and physical wound was fresh at that time, so he panicked himself awake feeling your hand lightly shake his shoulder. He apologized as you tried to help him, instead taking his crutches and left by himself. 
But Leo seemed to be having good dreams, tonight. You stopped just for a moment to watch him through the ajar door, seeing that his face was not tense, he wasn't moving around, and looked to be more at peace than he had in a while. That was all you needed to know.
"He looks pretty calm right now," a voice, Raph's, commented out from the blue next to you. He was leaned against the wall, arms crossed as he watched his sleeping brother. "Last few nights were rough. Wonder what has him all peaceful all of a sudden."
You couldn't mistake Raph's unusually soft disposition, even if he talked as gruffly as always. "Does he have bad dreams about it often?" you questioned him. Both of you knew what you were talking about, the event in New York City that landed them all at the farmhouse to begin with. 
Sighing, he answered with a light scoff, "More like nightmares." For a second, you thought he was annoyed by you asking, but he continued, shaking his head. "This just…I can't stand seein' him like this. Not like this, this, but on those nights he gets nightmares, and the hobbling around…"
"It really sucks."
"Big time." 
A silence fell between the two of you, but it wasn't uncomfortable. You both bonding over your mutual care for Leo and his well-being, brought together by circumstance. Raph went to bed. You did, too, thinking all the way that Leo deserved a good day. A normal-as-could-be day. 
You'd take April up on that picnic idea, you decided. 
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a/n: yeahh i find it difficult to believe Leo wouldn't have some kind of lowkey trauma aside physical after his last encounter with Oroku Saki before the Farmhouse
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Heatwave Drabble #5: for the birthday boy (M)
[Heatwave // Godless // Heatwave Drabbles]
Pairing: Taehyung x reader
Summary: For Taehyung’s birthday, you’ve planned a special surprise-filled evening just for him as his best friend by day, fuck buddy by night. But especially after a few drinks, he finds it difficult keeping his hands off you, which isn’t a good thing in front of all your friends.
Genre: drabble, smut, fwb au, roommate au, f2l
Warnings: teacher/student roleplay (if you’re not into that, just skip to the next scene, it’s meant to be slightly sarcastic anyway), brief lap dance, oral (m&f), overstimulation (m&f), unprotected sex (your girl finally invested in the pill yay), cum dumpster, facial, cum play and consumption, squirting, basically filth, light BDSM like spanking, handcuffs, choking, the usual, daddy kink (you know HW!Tae)
Word count: 11.3k yikes
A/N: Happy early birthday to the best boy! Why do I call these drabbles when it’s basically a series at this point smh -_- Enjoy this filthy monster~
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“Surprise! Happy Birthday!”
Taehyung jumps beside you as you switch on the lights to your flat, illuminating the room full of people leap out from their hiding place at his arrival. The last syllable of their celebratory chant hangs in the air for an awkward moment as he takes in everything you put together for his birthday surprise.
Shiny party streamers decorating the walls, black and gold balloons bobbing against the ceiling, printed photos of your best memories together hanging from shelf to shelf, all his and your closest friends gathered to greet him. And of course, the impeccable two-layered strawberry chocolate sponge cake sitting on a platter that you know would excite him the most.
A smile spreads his mouth wide and square as he turns to you, his cheeks bundling up like rising bread in sheer elation.
“No you didn’t, Y/N.”
Then you’re being suffocated in a bone-crushing hug, your ribs almost cracking under his snake-like squeeze. His chest rumbles in the most boyish giggle.
“Hap-pee-burf-day-” You manage to utter as you move your arms between two to create some space for you to breathe.
Seeing Taehyung this happy, especially knowing you’re the cause of it, is truly a feeling matched by no other. You don’t have a massive squadron of friends, you are more the type to carefully select those you actually like and get along with. To put it badly, you’re picky, judgy and quite a bitch when it comes to making friends. But the few you actually care about, you love ferociously and passionately, willing to cut off your own limb for them. And Taehyung is at the top of that list.
“You’re actually the best, I love you.” When he finally lets you go from his painful but appreciated embrace, his hands rest on your waist, lingering.
You had just treated him to a birthday dinner at his favourite steakhouse, roommate to roommate, in order to enable this surprise party. A few pints might have been downed for the occasion, which explains his excessive touching. Taehyung has never been able to hold his liquor, always a lightweight. The number of times you’ve had to half-carry half-drag him out of a club and stick your fingers down his throat in a dark alley is truly embarrassing for him.
“I am the best. You’re lucky I love you too, dork.” With his nostrils flaring from excitement, you can’t help but pinch his nose before turning to the guests and properly starting the party.
To be honest, you wouldn’t have been able to pull it off without the help of anyone else. His parents have come to town to visit him during the day, so off he went to show them around the food market, the park and his favourite vintage stores. Which gave you plenty of time to set up the house, prepare the refreshments, and buy the birthday cake. But keeping him from returning home was a feat that you had to enlist his parents’ aid in, and ever the obedient son, Taehyung of course did not argue when his folks disagreed with his suggestion to go back to the apartment. Then, it was a matter of taking him to dinner, deftly urging him to meet you there rather than going together from the flat so not to miss your reservation. The rounds of alcohol and your tiny bladder slyly masked the many bathroom runs you took in order to text Lotta to gather everyone to your place. And when everything was set, you headed back with the clueless Taehyung, giddy with a belly full of Michelin star food.
It was purely out of your headstrong resistance that you two didn’t stumble into the apartment making out, exposing your on-going debauchery to all your unaware friends. He had begun to feel you up on the way home, grabbing your ass one too many times for it to be merely playful. Honestly, it’s never easy rejecting his advances, not with your nymphomaniac track record anyway. But tonight was especially difficult, knowing what you have planned for him after the party…
From the corner of your eye you see Taehyung chattering away with friends from his class, and from the way he’s waving his hands around, you can tell it’s about the latest Christmas horror story of the two of you trying to stuff a turkey.
The memory of you yelling at each other to grab-this-grab-that warms your chest more than the white wine you’re sipping on. It’s always these stupid anecdotes that mean the most.
“Looks like he’s enjoying himself.”
Lotta’s voice startles you from your thoughts. Hands held behind her shyly, she smiles at the sight of the outburst of laughter from the guests at his story.
Aside from Taehyung, you would say she’s your best friend, having gone to the same highschool together and now the same university. You knew you would be close the moment she told you her star sign - there isn’t a more iconic duo than an Aries and a Leo. She puts up with a lot of your shit but also isn’t afraid to scream some sense into you whenever you pull something rogue, which you guess is very often.
“Yep. He should probably stop drinking though.” You say as you watch him tip the contents of his glass down his throat. “I swear to god if he throws up on the couch, I’ll chop his dick off.” Of course you wouldn’t, how could you ever bring yourself to hurt that godsent meatstick that fuck tears out of you? You both giggle nonetheless.
“You’re funny with him.” Lotta is wearing a smug expression that you distinctly dislike.
“What do you mean?”
“You act like he’s some annoying brother who you hate, but then you go and take him to this boujee-ass steakhouse, throw him a surprise party and splash out on his birthday gift. You beat him up when he uses your shampoo, kick him when he accidentally scrunches up your notes, and threaten to emasculate him if he spills alcohol on your favourite couch that you treat like your newborn child. But you secretly care so much about him that I know you’d give him your kidney if he needed one.”
You blink at her.
Not quite sure what to say.
“Well, yeah, of course I care about him. Like you said, he’s a brother to me.” Okay, but do you let someone who’s just a brother to you cum on your face? “You don’t live with him so you don’t know what a useless brat he is. He burns pasta, Lotta. Pasta. Seriously, he’s such a dipshit, but of course I care about him. What’s funny about that?” Lying straight through your teeth is a Y/N specialty. As long as you say it with enough confidence, you can sell any bullshit.
But maybe you’re sounding a little defensive.
Lotta is clever, it is why you’re friends. Where this observation of hers is headed, you’re unsure of. She could turn this into a lecture about your abrasive personality, or suspect that something else is going on between you and Taehyung other than sharing rent.
“Nothing, I just said it was funny. The way you are.” Her smile tells you that it’s probably the former of the two possibilities.
“What can I say, I’m a funny person.” Not entirely buying it though, you shrug and play along.
Another bout of laughter breaks out from Taehyung and his friends, catching both your attentions. He thrives in social situations like these, good at entertaining people with his odd humour. You watch the flash of his teeth, the crinkle of his amused eyes, tongue flicking out to wet his lips every other sentence.
“You know, he actually is really hot.” Now, that you didn’t expect at all. Your head whips to face your best friend, whose eyes fixes back on yours but not before you catch her checking him out.
“Um, what?”
“I’m just saying. You can’t deny that he’s gorgeous, charming too.” Brows raised, Lotta lifts both hands up in defense when she see the arrows your glare is shooting at her. “Definitely the best looking guy I’ve ever seen.”
“You’re drunk. Since when did you admit that Taehyung is ‘hot’?” In complete ridicule, you scoff at her. Though, her point is completely 100% valid and true.
“Do you see me with a drink? I’m sober tonight, got an early shift tomorrow.”
“Why are you suddenly saying this? Weren’t you the one who wouldn’t shut up when I went to Mykonos with him because you thought I was too blinded by his looks to even know if he’s a serial killer?” Never has Lotta expressed the slightest, most remote of interest in Taehyung, not once properly acknowledging his attractiveness.
“I’m just saying. It’s a shame that you can’t see him that way anymore after spending so much time together.” It’s her turn to shrug, again with the annoying cocky expression.
Yes, after spending so much time sleeping together, more like.
“Yeah, no. That’s gross. You won’t get it because you don’t have a guy best friend. But trust me, no way would I ever go there with him.” Go ahead and call you a pathological liar, you don’t care. You’d never hear the end of it if Lotta finds out you and your ‘guy best friend’ have been knocking boots for over half a year.
You catch Taehyung glancing over to you, eyes twinkling with amusement, signalling for you to come over and join his crowd. Telepathy is one of your secret talents nowadays, you just know each other so well that spoken words are not a necessity for communication.
Taehyung watches you manoeuvre past those chattering bodies from across the room, making your way towards him with Lotta trailing behind. He knows he is definitely drunk, so it might just be the alcohol getting to his head but something looks a little different about you tonight. By that, he doesn’t mean your curled hair, or that new red dress you’re wearing that introduces your cleavage to the entire world. You’re kind of… glowing. There is a permanent smile on your face, even while resting the corners of your lips are turned up. And when you’re in a good mood, you are so transparent about it that you basically radiate like a disco ball in the room.
His chest feels warm. Maybe it’s the wine.
“Fuck, she’s so fit.”
For a second, Taehyung is worried that he thought out loud, but then realised that the voice belonged to Seojoon. He turns to his friend to find him ogling at your figure.
He doesn’t know what to say. It’s weird if he agrees. But he also doesn’t trust his inebriated state to execute a flat out lie that convincingly.
“You don’t know how lucky you are to have Y/N as your roommate, man. If it were me, I would’ve tapped that on the first night.” Seojoon continues, taking a swig of his beer.
“As if you could.” Taehyung snorts, unable to help himself. “She’s out of your league, ass.”
“Fair point. I heard she is a freak in bed, too. Do you ever hear, like, sex noises?” A freak indeed.
“Sometimes…” It’s true, even now. Occasionally he will stumble home with a girl he picked up at the bar only to hear the bed creaking furiously or breathy moans sounding from your room. Walls are thin. Sometimes it turned him on, other times it pissed him off.
“Bet you wank to it, eh? Taehyungie?” Seojoon ruffles his hair just as you and Lotta come within earshot. Liquor-brazen, he is suddenly overcome with an urge to announce to the whole room: Y/N and I are fucking. Yeah, that’s right. She’s my fuck buddy, so you can stop trying to hit on her right now because I’m gonna be the one she’s riding tonight. Seojoon, fucking suck on that. I don’t need to wank to her sex noises when I’m the one coaxing them from her.
However, a small sober part of his conscience tells him that he really shouldn’t do that; if he does, he probably won’t get any riding tonight. So he clamps his mouth shut.
You arrive amidst them in that sinful dress that reduces Taehyung to a teenage boy, and you take your turn giving them brief hugs as formalities, your best friend beside you mirroring your action. When you reach Taehyung, he pulls you in roughly by the waist, wine sloshing in his hand. From his careless force and lazy grin, you can tell he is almost completely gone. Taehyung is a wine-killer, but wine is also a Taehyung-killer.
Highly conscious of the presence of all your mates while he clearly isn’t, you pretend to roll your eyes and pry his hand off the small of your back. It doesn’t budge. So, awkwardly, with your midriff locked in Taehyung’s arm, you lean over to hug his last friend Woosik who gives you a shy pat on your shoulder.
The conversation resumes, morphing into Lotta telling everyone the most embarrassing stories of you during high school - back when you had braces and had the biggest crush on the captain of the football team. You don’t even try to deny it, laughing along at your pathetic 14 year old self. Though, you’re only half paying attention, the other half is keenly aware of the way Taehyung’s thumb is rubbing gentle circles on your pelvic bone. When you peek up at him, you find him already staring at you with eyes you know too well.
The ‘I’m gonna eat you out until you squirt’ eyes.
Fuck.
Then you notice Lotta’s sharp eyes on Taehyung’s hand gripping your waist. The ‘hold up, what could be happening over here?’ eyes.
Double fuck.
Tipping your toes, you whisper into your roommate’s clueless ear. “Let go, people are watching.” You almost allow your lips to graze his skin because you know how much it turns him on, but you remember to behave. But this close, his warm familiar scent tingles your nose in a way that makes you want to hug him.
Taehyung pulls away to look at your face, clearly displeased, then regards everyone in the circle. When he notices Lotta’s focus on the two of you, he slowly withdraws his paw, but not without purposely brushing past your ass.
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“Strawberry-flavoured lube?”
Taehyung audibly gasps in disbelief as he tears open his poorly wrapped present.
“Yeah, you like strawberries right?” Seojoon chuckles and claps his back so violently that he falls forwards. On the other side of him, you haul him back up onto the sofa.
Everyone is gathered around the pile of birthday gifts on the coffee table, but not before witnessing you scold Woosik for not leaving his drink on the kitchen island from which the couch is a safe distance to prevent any spillage. Lotta just laughed at your fixation.
So far, the array of presents Taehyung has received ranges from Amazon vouchers, to expensive whiskey, to a funky tie. Yours sit furthest away from him, which he practically leapt in excitement when he saw the size of, only to be forced to open it last because you insist it’s going to be the best one.
“You’re insufferable, Seojoon.” Taehyung rolls his eyes yet fails to suppress his grin. Oh, you’re definitely trying out the lube at some point.
After ripping into a couple more, he finally arrives at your present for him. It spans an entire arm’s length; you know every guest must be wondering to themselves what it could possibly be. Taehyung drops onto his knees before it and carefully peels away the tape this time, knowing it probably took you awhile to wrap it up this neatly. You watch his long cautious fingers reveal the gift you had spent weeks raking your head for.
“Stop…” His eyes light up at the polished cedar easel that he caresses over as gentle as he would your skin. But as he continues to unwrap the present, a box of oil paints, a wooden palette and a set of 16 expensive natural fibre brushes are unveiled. “Oh my god, there’s more?”
Ceasing in action, he looks up at you, jaw so slack you bet you can throw a pea into his mouth even with your bad aim. The surprise on his face, almost a replica of his expression when everyone jumped out at him and yelled ‘Happy Birthday’ an hour ago. Except this time there is something more tender about how his wide pupils bore into yours. It makes you squirm.
Then without warning, he dives onto you, crushing you in the most fatal of embraces; you swear something in your spine cracked as you fall back onto the cushions, suffocated. People let out a sound of amusement at your struggle, but with his warm breath fanning your neck, you don’t even hear them.
After allowing this sweet painful moment for a few seconds more, you shove Taehyung’s heavy body off you, harder than you need so he slumps onto Seojoon.
“You’re actually the best, I love you.” He squeals like a boy on Christmas day before examining the paintbrushes with the utmost careful touch, as if afraid he would bend the bristles the wrong way.
What is he so cute for?
You kind of really want to pat his head and kiss his cheek right now. But there’s an audience obstructing.
Looking up, you lock eyes with Lotta. She is smiling, endeared by the purity of his reaction as well. See, not even she is immune his stupid cuteness. How are you supposed to?
Taehyung’s heart is constricting as he strokes the fine wooden edge of the giant disassembled easel. Of course, you know him better than any of his other friends. He has recently expressed an interest in painting, though his love for art and sophistication has been harbouring for a while now. He has only ever made subtle comments about wanting to properly get into it but not having the proper equipment to and not knowing the best brand to purchase. Yet you had picked up on it nevertheless. Everything combined must have costed you a significant portion of your allowance. Even he would not have splashed out this much on himself.
He turns back to you again from where he kneels in front of the coffee table. You are observing him with a thing he wishes to be adoration, a glimmer in your smile that wears more beautiful than any dress on you. For a second, there’s a flutter in his stomach and it confuses him because it feels an awful lot like butterflies.
But then you kick his back with the heel of your foot to get him to stand and Taehyung remembers that you are best friends. He’s not supposed to be thinking like that.
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After cutting the cake, with food being a major satisfaction factor of any party, everyone sort of just hovers, huddled in their little groups with their plate of dessert in one hand, while they resume their conversation. The music is turned up loud so they all have to half-yell; some don’t even bother talking as they dig in, you included.
Being a quiet eater that you are, you stand by the island counter, sipping your wine in between bites of that chocolate decadence. Taehyung approaches you with his already empty plate; you haven’t even made it through half your slice yet. Judging by the lethargy in his step and that icing-slathered grin he has worn the entire night, you can tell he was the one who finished the second bottle of wine you opened.
“Hey.” Your fingers do a weird little wave that is so completely uncharacteristic, but tipsy-Y/N is sort of that friendly and laid back.
“Hey, pretty.” His hand trails around the corner of the counter surface and traps you between it and his body as he comes up behind you. Immediately you stiffen, looking around to see if anyone, especially Lotta, is looking. But when you find everyone preoccupied either with each other or the cake, your shoulders relax.
“What’s up? You having a good time?” Twisting to face him, you edge back until the counter digs into your back. Taehyung’s face is a dangerous proximity to yours.
The anticipation for the night you have planned for him in your bedroom thrums in your core. Patience has never been one of your strengths, and right now it is testing your very limit. You could kick everyone out right now if you really wanted to. But you won’t. You’ll wait.
You wipe the chocolate off the corner of his mouth with a swipe, the gesture you can’t tell if motherly or romantic. And just because Taehyung is peering down at you so longingly, you flick your tongue out and suck the sweetness on your thumb.
His breath hitches.
“Uh- I…” For a second, all thought is scattered in his brain, and you almost laugh aloud at how susceptible he is to your attacks. “Yeah, of course. I’m having the best time.”
“Am I the best roommate ever or what?” You watch his eyes trained on your mouth. From his alcohol scent, you don’t trust him to have enough restraint not to kiss you right now so you turn your back to him and rest your elbows upon the island top, leaning over to finish your cake.
In your peripheral vision, you spy his hands crawling towards your sides to cinch around your waist, his front pressing into you as he holds you from behind. The warmth of his body seeps into your back, and you swear you can feel the beating of his chest against your shoulder blades. A tingle shoots straight down your spine when he plants a soft, brief kiss on the shell of your ear.
Good thing you turned around then, your intuition was right. Taehyung has never been able to suppress his overt affection after a few drinks, and certainly not after this many. And no matter how much you want to just turn around and pull him into your lips, you fight it.
“Babe...” He groans into your ear and though it was barely audible even to you, you quickly glance up to see if anyone has heard. Of course, no one heard, they are all stood far enough that even without the music, they’d have to strain their ears to hear his whisper. Paranoia is eating your head away.
“Don’t ‘babe’ me, Taehyung.” Your heart is racing, which is weird because you swear you used to be completely immune to his charms. “You’re being too obvious, babe.”
“You don’t ‘babe’ me. I can’t control myself when you call me that.” The warmth of his breath fans all over the back of your neck, sending a convulsion of shivers down your spine.
One of his hands stretches for your wine glass, but knowing him well enough to predict it, you draw it away from his reach. “Stop drinking, you’re literally about to pass out.”
“No, you’re about to pass out. On my-” hiccup, “dick.” You keep your eyes locked on the crowd, ready to shove Taehyung away if anyone looks your way. But still, you can’t help but lean back into him.
“That made no sense.” You chuckle, fingers brushing over the smooth thin skin of this hand.
“Just one sip.”
“Taehyung. Stop. Drinking.” You grab his hand that tries to make a run for the wine again.
“But, Y/N…” He whines and slumps onto you, knowing that whining has gotten him what he wanted before.
You turn around, grab his face and pull him towards you until your mouth is brushing his earlobe. “Be a good boy and stop drinking if you want the best birthday sex of your life after this party. You better not get whiskey dick because a have a lot planned for you.”
At that, Taehyung stops breathing, stops resisting. Against your shoulder, you feel his chest jump. “Oh. Um. Okay, yup, no more drinking. Got it, ma’am.”
He sighs, completely at your disposal, as your touch trails from the sensitive side of his neck down to his torso. “Good.” After looking around again to check that no one is looking, you press your alcohol-infused lips onto his hastily, savouring his softness for no longer than a few seconds before pulling away. God, is it difficult to pull away. You’re aching for him. “Go entertain the guests while you sober up.”
Satisfied grin from the kiss stretched across his face, he nods obediently and scampers over to his friends.
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“Are you ready yet?” Taehyung calls, impatient and giddy, the music that you’ve put on playing softly in the background.
“Give me one more second.” You reply from the bathroom, doing up your last button and regarding yourself in the mirror. Hm, not bad. You’re pleased with how this turned out, if you do say so yourself. Taehyung is going to lose his mind.
Sheer black stockings stretched thin over your legs, you strut into his room where he is seated on a chair in nothing but his boxers, wrists shackled to the back. When his eyes land on you, a strangled noise emits from his throat.
“Holy. Fuck. Holy fuck. Holyfuckholyfuckholyfuck.” He chokes out.
The checkered material of your school skirt flies up at your every step teasingly, not high enough for him to peek your panties, but enough for your thighs to be flaunted.The clip of your stockings sit cool and beguiling on your quads. First two buttons of your white blouse undone, the matching red tartan tie hangs loosely around your neck between your exposed, pushed up cleavage. Your hair is tied into two school-girl braids, decorated in ribbons.
You’re Taehyung’s walking talking fantasy.
Innocent, chaste, ready for him to defile.
“Sir.” You address him, committing to your character, as you bow your head in courtesy.
Taehyung doesn’t appear capable of words, Adam’s apple wobbling in awe. So you continue your approach, making sure to regard him with large, demure eyes. As you sink down onto your knees between his widespread trembling legs, you notice a prominence already erecting in his boxers. You try not to smirk.
“What can I do for you, sir?” You put on your sweetest, most virgin of voices and bat your lashes once at him.
Chest rising quickly, Taehyung gulps as he realises that he’s most definitely going about to have the best sex of his life. “Um. Uh. Um.”
Smiling at his malfunctioning cognition, no thanks to you, you decide to help him out a little. “I’ve been sent to you for being a bad girl, sir.”
Do you find this slightly humiliating and degrading? Yes, you’re a woman of pride and a feminist. But does Taehyung’s birthday outweigh your morals? Yes, if only just for this night.
“What… What did you do, baby girl?” Voice dangerously deep, Taehyung watches you from his handcuffed posture, watches you twirl your braids in your fingers before they move sensual down your front, curving over your breasts and travelling to your core.
“It’s embarrassing to say but…” You look down in feign shame. “I touched myself.”
His whole frame tenses, arms straining to be freed from the cuffs so he can throw you onto the bed and fuck you mercilessly. His lips are parted, breath unsteady, cheeks still slightly stained from the alcohol but you made sure that he’s mostly sober by now. “Why did you touch yourself?”
“I was thinking about you, sir, and I just couldn’t help myself. Something started tickling down there and it felt so good to touch it.” Biting your lip, your fingers reach your clit over your skirt and start rubbing. The other hand traces swirls slowly up his thighs, higher and higher, until he’s buckling his hips.
“Wait, pause.” He says, your touch ceasing at his command. “Fuck, Y/N, I’m not going to last if you do this to me. I might even cum my pants.”
Usual smugness returning as you smirk up at him, your teeth digs deeper into your lower lip, refusing to break character. “Well, it’s a good thing we have all night then, sir. A water hose doesn’t just fire once does it?”
“Fuck.” Shutting his eyes, his head falls back to reveal his gulping jugular. Already so malleable? Yeah, he’s definitely not going to last. The first round. “Okay, okay. Resume.”
Your fingers reach the hem of his boxers, skimming through his tan, lustrous inner thighs. He jerks, his hard member jabbing out the soft cotton, begging to be freed. “So I was wondering if there is any way I could get out of this punishment, sir. My parents can’t find out that I’ve been a bad girl. I’ll do anything you want me to do, sir.”
“I see, Miss Y/L/N… How about, you warm up my lap for me first? I’m feeling slightly cold.” He wets his lips and bounces on his toes, his hard length jolting along with his legs.
“Oh, of course, sir.” When you stand up, you make sure to do it slowly, curving your body towards him to give him a good look at your breasts. He doesn’t miss the chance to devour them with his eyes.
Your hips begin to sway in the rhythm of the slow sensual music while you turn until your back faces him. You feel his glare immediate follow your ass, skirt sloshing side to side to reveal your plush cheeks. But rather than falling onto his lap as he wants, you stride over his leg, hand trailing across his chest as you begin to walk around him.
Massaging up his bicep, your hand arrives at his collar as you lick a thin strip up his neck. Taehyung shudders, struggling against his handcuffs again, cursing. “I can do anything you want me to, sir.” He shivers as you whisper into his ear, teeth grazing his skin. Your own heart is racing from excitement. Maybe you should do this more often. It’s selfish of you to do so since it’s meant to be his birthday sex after all, but you enjoy having him helt under you, seconds away from whimpering, gone be his natural preference for dominance.
As you walk around him, his head turns with you, not wishing for his sight to miss a second of this private show. Patience isn’t something he’s born with, he is a man who’s used to ceasing everything he wants. You know what must be going through his head right now, the anticipation, the hunger. So finally, when you’ve done a full circle around, hands not once missing the opportunity to feather his chest, you decide to ease him a little.
Deliberately unrushed, you sit inch by inch down onto his lap until his dick is burrowed between your warm cheeks underneath your skirt.
“Baby…” Taehyung immediately sits up, mouth arriving at the back of your neck, exhaling his hot fervour. The feeling of his skin pressed on the strip of yours between your skirt and cropped blouse has you craving for him to pound into you right now. Nothing can describe the flash of desire you get when you feel the touch of his naked body.
Then you begin to roll your hips, drawing loops of infinity with your ass to the beat of the song. The groan you elicit makes your cunt pulse. Taehyung’s stiff length jerks between your wiggling ass. His head falls onto your shoulder in a huff, metallic sound of his chains ringing as his arms clench.
“Sir, is that warm enough?” Your hips are merciless, rock back and forth, providing him with the friction he so craves. Hell, maybe you should start doing this for a living.
“Y… Yeah.” There is defeat in his voice, a croak that tells you that you’re the only woman to ever put him in his place like this. The only he’d ever submit to.
Slowly, you peel yourself off his lap, delighting in the small stained spot on his boxers, evidence of his drooling dick. You sink onto your knees before him again, fingers crawling playfully up his thighs. “You seem a little stiff, sir. Do you want me to ease some tension in your muscles for you?”
“Please be a dear.” The fervour in his eyes as he gazes down at you is pure, undiluted. It stirs something beastly inside you.
You’ve sucked Taehyung off a hundred times before, but something about the fact that he’s handcuffed to a chair on his birthday, almost cumming his pants, makes you especially eager this time.
A string of precum greets you as you take his lividly throbbing cock out of its restraints. You spare it a few pumps before you enclose the warm wet cave of your mouth around it. It’s perhaps evil of you, but you cut to the chase and go straight to deep-throating. He lets out a yelp of surprise when his tip slides smoothly through and hits the back of your throat. He’s going to cum soon, might as well give him your all, right?
Your mouth has gotten used to resisting the gag reflexes by now, engulfing him like a strawberry ice lolly during the summer heat. The occasional scrape of your teeth, just the way he loves, has him shiver beneath you. If he likes it rough, he should be able to take it rough. And when your tongue begins its inexorable attack at the pinch of skin where his tip ties to his shaft, Taehyung lets out a throaty cry. Not even a moan, a cry.
“Fuck, I’m losing my mind. Y/N, oh my god, keep going.” Through your curled lashes, you gaze up at him. His brows furrowed, guzzling up his favourite view in the world, maybe second to you riding him. Jaw unscrewed, he heaves at your large feign-innocent eyes, wrists dying to be freed so he could fuck your mouth.
Two throbs at the base of his cock, and he’s cumming right down your throat. It’s a larger load that either of you’d expected, telling of his obscene concupiscence. There’s so much cum that you can’t swallow, so you have no choice but to let it flow down his cock. With you still staring at him, he watches his white hot fluid dribble out your mouth and onto him, his features screwed tight in pleasure.
“Lick it off, baby.” Taehyung rasps, half his mind completely gone, dilapidated.
You hum as you spread his liquid around his tip and along his shaft, lips now glossy, before you slowly lap it all up. You know he is particularly sensitive after cumming, so you wallow in teasing his head a bit more, watching him writhe on his seat, whining your name. “Sir, how was that?”
Taehyung’s head is tossed back, eyes shut to recover from that post-orgasm intensity. He doesn’t speak at first, still trying to piece back together his mind. “I… That was… You deserve a worse punishment for doing that to me.”
Your core twists in excitement.
Briskly, you fish out the key to his handcuffs and unlock him, thrumming from the molten fury in his eyes. “What did I do wrong, sir?”
As soon as his wrists are free from their shackles, Taehyung stands and throws you over his shoulders. Smack. He hits your ass, your skirt doing little to soften the blow. You never knew yourself to be a masochist until it comes to Taehyung; his are the only hands you’d allow to spank you.
Then he tosses you onto the bed, your skirt flying up to reveal your peachy ass as you land on your front. “You just love it when I’m under your control, don’t you? Even this innocent school-girl roleplay is just a disguise to get me to beg for you, isn’t it?”
Twisting your head back, a smirk plays at your lips as you regard his frustrated yet immensely pleased expression. His fingers glide up your silky stockings enticingly, sending shivers coursing up your legs. “Sir, I have no idea what you mean.”
“Look at your fucking ass in this skirt, holy fuck.” He begins to knead the supple flesh of your behind, pushing up the skirt until it sit on your lower back.
Another smack.
He’s such an ass man through and through.
“Do you like my uniform, sir?” You moan between his smacks. Nothing really is compelling you to continue with this roleplay, but something tells you that Taehyung is bursting from it.
“I fucking love it, baby girl.” Smack. You can practically hear him grinning in satisfaction. His palm massages the redness he inflicted like smearing paint, touch growing closer and closer to your core.
Then with one push at your inner thighs, he spreads your legs wide open.
“Fucking hell. Crotchless? You’re really spoiling me tonight.” Like a little boy on Christmas Day, he marvels at your glistening slit, gaping at him in anticipation. Another small surprise for him.
“Of course- ahh!” You break into a moan when he runs two fingers down your folds, all the way to your bulging clit. “For the birthday boy.”
“Okay, now you definitely deserve the best head.” He lies on his front and grips onto your thighs to pull himself up to face level with your cunt.
You won’t tell him to prevent further ego inflation but every head he gives is the best head.
“Wait, Taehyung, it’s your birthday. Just let me-” You squirm in his clutch, trying to flip around, but he holds you still.
“Exactly. My birthday. I get to eat you out if I want to. It’s what my baby girl deserves.” For some reason, you blush. Who are you to resist head, especially from Taehyung?
Heat of his breath tickling your entrance, you plant your face onto the pillow and clamp down on your lip, preparing for that mind-twisting sensation that has a way of robbing you of sanity. His mouth finds your thighs first, kissing, sucking, blooming roses of his affection. You let him mark you - you are completely his tonight. Then his breath arrives at the sensitive crevice where your folds begin, a slow seduction towards your tingling bud. When he finally latches onto your clit, your eyes roll to the back of your empty head, a whimper ensuing.
His tongue is a predatory serpent, ceaselessly rolling your bud in his mouth. He’s rough, generous with the waves of pleasure he sends. You wish you aren’t lying on your front right now, just so you can look down at his concentrated face and pull on his wavy mop of hair.
With every flick of his tongue, you swim closer to your orgasm. His fingers are digging to your thighs, his breath quickening with his face buried in you. When he adds his long slender digits, you know your demise is round the corner.
“Fuck, daddy.” You yell into the pillow, that name coming so naturally to you that it requires zero brain processing to leave you.
Taehyung hums in response, those baritone vibrations shaking into your core until your leg involuntarily kicks back. Gripping onto the sheets, a string of profanities expel from you as that euphoric current comes crashing onto you, drowning your surroundings so that all you feel is his face, his tongue, his teeth, still mercilessly going despite your state.
“Fuck!” A tear slips from the violent stimulation at your clit continuing past your orgasm. You guess it’s payback.
Not one minute later, a second climax hits you, this time stronger than the last as it rides on the residual pleasure. The orgasm disperses into tension down your thighs, dying for more friction to relieve your cunt of the blissful ache. Warm tears stain the pillowcase your face is buried in, your cries muffled.
His pace gradually decelerates into soft kisses on your flower, fingers withdrawing to massage your folds. You are motionless, completely depleted after the dopaminergic release. Delicately, his lips travel up to your ass, where he sucks more colours as he awaits your recovery.
“How was that, baby girl?” Taehyung slowly turns you over onto your back, a lazy grin on his glistening mouth, your wetness slathered all over his nose. It views in your eyes as a display of your possession. You don’t miss the triumph in his gaze; you wonder if he likes making you cum more than cumming himself.
“Your mouth is fucking incredible.” You bask in the post-orgasm high, pulling him atop you, hand locking in his curls. You taste yourself as you kiss him, slowly and lethargically, your energy ebbing back to you.
“Yeah?” He smiles against your lips. “You know what’s incredible? You in this fucking uniform.” Pulling away, he scans your body top to bottom. And as you follow his gaze, you notice his hardened cock, once again ready for another round. You surprise yourself with how ready you are to take him, exhaustion not yet settled in from his overstimulation.
“You like it that much?” You press your lips together, and as used to Taehyung’s constant flattery as you should be, you still feel proud.
Taehyung nestles his face onto your neck. “If we went to high school together, I would 100% have been your bitch. Not a single doubt. Whipped.”
Your heart squeezes. Whipped.
You kiss his hair, resisting the urge to make a comment about what he said. “Haha. I would not have noticed you, I was obsessed with the captain of the football team.”
Taehyung lifts his head up, frowning at you with a playful annoyance. “Are you sure you want to mention another man in front of me right now?” For emphasis of his possessive mood, he grinds his member into your thigh. You can’t help but push back to feel him digging into you. Possessive Taehyung toys with your strings.
“Yeah, what are you going to do about it?” You taunt further, pulling on his locks. Taehyung’s competitiveness is an easy target for manipulation; everytime he starts to go soft and sappy on you, all you have to do is tug on his jealousy and the bull will come charging back full force.
Surely enough, he growls into your ear. “Don’t forget who you’re speaking to, miss. You wouldn’t want your parents knowing the naughty things you’ve been up to, would you?” So he does love the roleplay. His tone slightly sarcastic, but also not really. But before you can hiss a witty response, he silences you with his teeth on your neck. As he sucks on your tender skin, your nails rake across his back in pleasure. He’s growing bolder with his territory.
“More hickeys?” You purr, not exactly in the complaining tone you’d wished it would come out in.
“Yeah, what are you going to do about it?” He mocks, leaving a wet purple trail across your throat.
You allow it for the sole reason that it’s his birthday. Otherwise, you’d be kicking off.
You’ve never liked the idea of hickeys, the notion that someone feels entitled to mark your skin as theirs. You don’t belong to anyone. This is your own skin, and no one else’s. Yet - right now, as Taehyung nips at your neck, hand yanking on your uniform’s tie to pull you closer to him, you feel like you do belong…
You don’t finish that thought.
Reaching down, you begin stroking his patiently awaiting cock. “You’re brave for someone who’s dick is in my hands.”
Taehyung breaks away from your neck and reviews his work of art. The wolfish grin an indication of his pride. “You’re going to kill me tomorrow.” He says without the fear that should come with such statement.
Yes, you’re definitely going to.
“Then fuck me until I forgive you.” You challenge, unbuttoning the first button of your shirt while your stroking quickens.
He doesn’t need to be told twice. Fingers scrambling to undo the rest of your shirt, his mouth finds yours again, sucking on your bottom lip until it’s sure to swell later. Your bra falls loose with a dexterous flick, a gesture he can do in his sleep. Yet, he makes no move to remove your checkered tie at all.
When you try to loosen it yourself, he grabs your hand and pins it against the pillow. “That stays on tonight, along with the skirt and the stockings.” Voice laced with carnality, there’s a feral glint in his glare.
“Yes, sir.” Smile unstifled, you fall back into obedience.
Taehyung dares to plant more bitemarks down your chest before taking your nipple in his mouth, tormenting the sensitive bud relentlessly. Patience wearing thin, you line his tip with your slit, dallying it around to coat it with your dampness.
“Wait, grab a condom.” He mutters.
“Don’t need one.”
He looks up, confused. “What? Why?”
“I started taking the pill. Surprise.”
The look of pure shock and delight that usurps his face, for the third? fourth? time tonight, sows a seed of joy in your core.
“Wait, seriously?” You swear you feel his cock twitch happily in your hand. That stupid boxy grin that makes him look like a kid again… You want to kiss him dizzy.
“Yes, seriously.” You would never admit that you started taking contraception solely for Taehyung, because that would be weird, you absolutely did not do it for Taehyung. You’d always wanted to start contraception anyway. This was your own decision, influenced by no one else.
Certainly. No one else. Of course.
“Holy fucking shit. Y/N, you’re amazing.” Taehyung cannot contain his glee despite its juxtaposition with his pulsating cock about to enter you any moment now. “All this for me?” He asks, still in disbelief, as if the answer isn’t already written in big bold black letters.
“For the birthday boy, and the birthday boy only.” Your nose grazes his. These are the very words you’d be embarrassed to be caught saying to any guy, yet you’re currently too fuelled by the desire to please him to berate yourself.
Without another second gone to waste, Taehyung pushes his girthy member into your heat. Though it glides in with ease, your walls are stretched so wide that your inside stir, a sore pressure squeezing around him with each thrust. You always seem to forget how well he fits into you, and so each time comes as an eye-rolling surprise - the way he fills you so completely and entirely with his hefty cock.
“Oh fuck, you feel so-” He doesn’t manage to finish his sentence, too caught up in the raw unobstructed sensation of your slick walls.
Lifting your leg over his shoulder, the cavernous angle allows him to jolt deeper into you, his tip violently punching through you. While one hand remains on your ankle, the other twists your tie around his wrist and pulls as if it were a leash. “Sir…” You choke out at the constriction around your throat.
“Are you going to bad girl again?” He grunts, sweat beading on his forehead while he continues to ram his hips.
“No, sir. I won’t touch myself again,” you moan under him, “unless you are watching.”
“Fuck, Y/N.” One eye shut, Taehyung sticks his thumb into your mouth to suckle on. Your tongue swirls around his finger, biting down every time you need to shriek in pleasure.
After a while, he flips your bodies over so that you are riding him, watching, mesmerised, as your breasts bounce freely each time you spring on his dick. Your body falls back at the rippling coil inside you, hands braced on the mattress to keep you upright.
Taehyung could watch you ride him for the rest of his life. Hell, if he has a heart attack and dies this very moment, he would die the happiest man.
Sometimes, while you’re fucking, Taehyung gets a sudden rush of jealousy. Jealous that he wasn’t the one to ruin your innocence. Jealous that someone else other than him got to, or still gets to, fuck you like this.
He pulls on your tie so that you fall over him, lips colliding to remind himself that he’s the one fucking you right now, the rest shouldn’t matter. The way you moan into him reassures that no one has ever, or can ever, fuck you the way he does.
Then a messy whimper leaves you like a symphony, and for the third time tonight, you come undone, unravelled.
“Fu-u-u-uckkk.” You cry, arms looping around Taehyung’s neck, holding on as if he’s your lifeline because you yourself are unsure how much of this you can take before you drown.
“Baby, you’re so good, cumming for me again.” He sings, knowing that words like these thrums something in your core. You lap up his praise, smiling against his teeth despite yourself. It’s honestly a miracle how your usual brusque controlling self is suddenly transformed into his docile little girl, especially after a round of orgasms. “I’m going to cum again too.”
“Daddy, fuck, please. Cum inside me.” You pant, hips bouncing as fast as your aching muscles allow. Truth be told, no one has ever finished inside you before. And you are dying to find out how it feels.
Taehyung seems to know this. He grabs onto your waist, holding you in place, and plunges unforgivingly into you, penetrating your walls so ardently that you are shoved near the brink of yet another orgasm.
A grumble rippling through the room, finally, you feel a hot jet shoot into you, squirt after squirt of his thick cum filling you up. He frowns, a hoarse cry from the immense pleasure arriving at his cock, taking over him. Fucking hell, this is hot.
And kind of really intimate.
However, you notice that his pace has yet to slacken.
“I’m not done with you yet.” His eyes open to reveal pupils glowing with vehemence. Your clit throbs.
Still inside you, he turns you over so that you are both on your sides spooning, one of your legs hoisted up by his rough grip. The slap of your skin rings crisp and clear as he continues to fuck you. You lean back into him, ignoring the sticky coat of sweat coalescing your skins. His cum lubricates each thrust as you feel some spill out of you. His fingers start to stimulate your clit to help you reach your ultimate climax, viciously rubbing your sensitive swollen bud so much that you begin to see stars.
For him to keep fucking you even after cumming despite his tremendous sensitivity… Taehyung is going wild tonight.
“Are you going to cum one last time for me, baby girl?” He pants heavily in your ear.
“Yes, daddy.” Your own cunt is leaking profusely its tears of joy; you don’t think you’ve ever been this wet before.
In a few more thrusts, Taehyung is cumming inside you again, this time naturally less than the last, yet from his loud coarse groan, you deduce is much more intense. He pounds slowly yet robustly, milking every last drop into you. Due to the sheer oversensitivity, he has no choice but to pull out of you immediately after, leaving a spurt of his cum surging out of you.
“Oh my god.” He moans into your neck, both your heads spinning from the vigour of your intercourse.
But he knows you’re still a minute away from your orgasm. And never one to disappoint, he quickly sits up and spreads your legs open.
“Holy fuck.” Taehyung freezes at the sight of his cum slowly trickling out of you. To him, it’s a sign of possession, ownership. Apart from his ex, he has never fucked without protection, certainly not those random one night stands. To him, it’s a sign of intimacy.
Catching his white liquid in two fingers, he inserts it into your already gaping mouth, smearing it all over your tongue. In your cute little braids, you swallow it willingly, and Taehyung swears that he could fuck you again right then and there.
“You like that?” He asks, sticky fingers entering your core, feeling how clenched you are due to the pent up pressure.
“Mhmm.” You nod, hips lifting off the bed so that he can reach deeper. His thumb massages your clit, long digits moving in a come hither motion, stretching your walls in cusps that his cock did not have the ductility to reach. “Ahh, shit.”
Determination worn on his face despite his tiring limbs, Taehyung fucks you with his finger as you thrash beneath him. Your clit is already exploding with sensitivity from the previous rounds, and on top of that, with his thick knuckles push into you again and again, you are clawing at him while your whole body convulses.
The coil within your finally snaps. The ecstatic sensation exploding within you, flooding your every fibre until tears spring out your eyes. A clear liquid shoots out of you to both your surprises, and sprays its droplets towards Taehyung. His eyes widen, marvelling at your beauty as you cum not only on his fingers but all over him.
“Jesus Christ!” Chuffed with himself evidently, he leans in to kiss you, deep and desperate, while his fingers slow their steady thrusts to let you ride out the remainder of your high. His mouth is warm, a familiar taste as you regain your sense of self and surrounding that you tend to lose during sex.
As your brain begins to function again, the first thought you register is how much you don’t want to stop kissing Taehyung, how much you don’t want to let go of him.
“Taehyung…” You whine, bottom lip in the possession of his teeth.
“Feeling good?” He lets go of his bite, but lips remain dearly magnetised to yours. Dragging out his fingers, the wet noises of your clenched walls ring. Taehyung sucks on his dripping digits as you push his sweat-dampened fringe out of his face to survey his eyes. Full of yearning. And the way he is sucking… appears almost as a last display of submission after completely ruining you. A last shred of I’m yours.
“So.” You peck him. “Fucking.” Another. “Good.” Peck. Your bodies naked, your skirt creased and skin claggy, you refuse to release each other from your embrace. “But Taehyung…”
“What it is, my baby?” From on top of you, he is looking down at you as if you’re some delicate little buttercup in a barren field, a ray of joy radiating from his smile.
You tense. My baby.
You two might be kind of screwed...
But you’ll think about that another time. Right now, you just want to be held and kissed and looked after.
“It’s not fair. This was meant for you, but you made it about me.” You don’t know what’s taken over you but you pout at him, the same way he would do to you when he wanted something. But why, of course, it’s just like Taehyung to make you come four times despite it being his birthday sex. You don’t even know what to expect for your own birthday.
His own hair dishevelled, he tucks your loose braids behind your ears, a gesture of affection. “Nothing gets me off more than making you feel good. This was about me. This was everything I wanted. Best sex I’ve ever had. But in what world would my best sex not include making you squirt?”
Your don’t know why but you feel incredibly vulnerable right now, your hard edges softening. It’s the after-sex glow that you’re seeing everything in. You feel warm, bubbly, tender.
And now your chest feels weird, like something itching to rupture out of your ribcage. You want it to stop, yet also don’t.
“Taehyung…” You whine his name again. “No fair… You can’t be like this.” Your brain offers no explanation as to why you’ve adopted his usual saccharine manner, other than the fact that he has fucked you completely senseless.
“Like what?” He asks, egging the rare words of sweetness out of you.
“Like… You know… So giving and nice and perf…” Your voice trails off when you notice his excited smirk. God, what the fuck are you saying? You flush in embarrassment.
“Perf…? His smug grin only grows at your shyness.
“Stop. You know what I mean.”
“No, I don’t.”
“Stop teasing me.” Taehyung chuckles at your frustration, taking the chance to kiss the tip of your nose before you try to squirm out of his arms like a cat.
“No, go on. You need to be better with your words. Tell me how you feel.”
Your entire face is heated.
“I… You’re just… You treat me so well. How am I supposed to sleep with anyone else anymore?” You immediately wish you didn’t say it out loud. Because your phrasing implies that you want monogamy, commitment. It’s not what you meant at all, you don’t think. You just meant… You don’t know what you just meant.
You search his eyes frantically, in fear that he’s thinking the same, only to find them calm, content. “I mean, I guess I’m pretty fucking awesome. Thanks.”
Rolling your eyes, you’re grateful for his childish humour obstructing any serious consideration of your words.
“Don’t make me take it back, moron.” You scoff, pinching his round cheek between your knuckles.
“Too bad, it’s my birthday, everything I say is the law.” Still hovering over you, he presses gentle kisses all over your face, delighting in the way you pretend to hate it even though you can’t suppress the smile. When he stops, his face is sincere, the playfulness gone. “Y/N.”
“What?”
“Thank you so much, honestly, from the bottom of my heart. This was… the best birthday I’ve ever had. Not just the sex, but the whole time with you, the dinner, the party, everything.” Your heartbeat quickens, unable to hold his gaze so you focus on the curve of his collarbone instead. “Even better than the pirate-themed birthday party my parents threw me when I turned eight.”
You laugh, shaking your head. “Honoured. It was my pleasure.”
“Seriously, I lov-”
Taehyung catches himself before he could finish that sentence. Those unspoken words hang over your heads like a puppet.
Because for some reason, although you’ve said ‘I love you’ to each other a plethora of times in the past, this time feels like a different connotation is implicated. The line between platonic love and romantic love feels blurred. And neither of you know which love is meant.
Taehyung is a sentimental guy, you tell yourself. Of course he means he loves you as his best friend. And that’s surely what you mean too when your eyes are pleading him to keep kissing you.
There’s a moment of silence, for you both to gather your scattered thoughts, staring at each other, unsure what to say.
You clear your throat, dispelling the tension in the air.
“Lets go clean up.”
“Yeah.” Taehyung rolls off you, avoiding your eye as much as you are avoiding his.
The clean up is wordless, both pretending to be too preoccupied to spare the unspoken words any thought.
Except they’re all that’s playing at your mind.
Taehyung didn’t mean it like that. Taehyung doesn’t love you like that. You’re just overthinking. And he’s overthinking about you overthinking. You two are fine, you’re normal.
Examining the purple clouds he had imprinted on you, a stream down your neck, a cluster around your breasts, then the large ones between your thighs, you’re surprised to find not one drip of annoyance. A scary thought dawns on you. What if you like them? What if you like being marked by Taehyung?
What the fuck is happening?
You wait for him to crack a joke to ease up the awkwardness, glancing up at him in the mirror as you dry your hands on the towel by the sink. He doesn’t. Instead, he’s perched on the edge of the bath tube. Zoned out.
Have you finally taken it too far? Finally overstepped that hazy nebulous line that you perhaps should have set more clear?
“Hey, Taehyung.” His head snaps up at you, eyes large with uncertainty. “You okay?”
You want to reach out to touch him, brush his cheek, kiss his forehead. But you hold back. Not wanting to fuel the fire of confusion. But then he tugs you towards him by the hem of your skirt, corner of his lips turning up, imbuing you with a gust of relief.
“Just thinking.” His fingers crawl up your legs, holding onto your hips like his hands belong to nowhere else. “Come here.”
Chest pounding, you walk towards him, let him sit you down on his lap. Though you wish not to look at him with his face so close to yours, your eyes cannot pull away from his striking beauty. They say the eyes are the windows to the soul, but Taehyung’s feel more like the front door to your home. When you look into them, no matter how you’re feeling, whether you’d been fighting or kissing, you just feel embraced in a cloud of clarity, security.
You don’t want to think about the complication between you two at the moment. You just want to be looking at him, touching him, holding him.
You watch him glance at your lips, hesitancy playing at his mind. You know he’s thinking the same.
“We’re okay, right?” Throat tight, you ask, rather pointlessly.
“Of course. We’re great, same old us.” His arm around your waist feels warm and safe, and when your mirror his growing smile, you almost believe him.
But when your lips gently press against his, you know it’s a lie.
You’re not the same old you.
Taehyung feels different. Skin smoother, tastes sweeter, mouth softer. The roughness of his usual kisses is gone, replaced by an inexplicable tenderness that makes you feel things in your gut. You swat those feelings away.
Something is changing. And as much as you don’t want to acknowledge it, you don’t think you can ignore its booming presence.
You don’t dare make a sound as he carries you back to his room. You don’t protest when he throws one of his t-shirts over your head. Nor when he holds you into his chest, lips tracing your forehead with a soft sleepy smile.
Noting that you’re being uncharacteristically quiet, he pokes the nub of your nose. “Who stole your tongue?”
Act normal. Just be your loud annoying self.
“Uh… You.” You murmur, unable to meet his eye even with strenuous effort
Well, fuck.
“Okay, let me give it back to you.” Before you can protest, he is kissing you again. And you want to push him away because you feel your heart lurching to your throat, and you don’t think it is healthy. But your feeble hand that was meant to shove him off lands weakly on his pec, and somehow with a mind of its own, snakes up to his neck and pulls him in. His tongue unfurls onto yours, gently sweeping away any logic.
When his lips finally leave yours, you’re out of breath.
You don’t know what’s happened to you. Since when did you react like this to Taehyung?
Forcing your usual smirk, you try to wear a convincing facade that you feel nothing out of the ordinary. “I’m expecting great things for my birthday, though to be honest this is going to be hard to beat.” The underlying dishonesty tastes sour. You’ve never had to put on a front with Taehyung, and doing so now feels… alien.
“I’ll start planning it tomorrow, don’t you worry, your highness.” Taehyung pretends to roll his eyes at your demand, though the circles he’s rubbing down your back is telling of his genuinity. He isn’t an classically romantic guy, not one for flowers and chocolate, but more a sentimental gift that leaves a deep meaning. You know you’ll love whatever he plans. It worries you that you’ll perhaps love it too much. “But seriously, thank you for everything. The easel? How much did that cost you? I’ve looked at that brand before and there’s no way it was cheap.”
“It doesn’t matter how much it costed.” Warmth is creeping up on your cheeks again. You try to excuse it as Taehyung’s radiant body heat. “Let’s just say I had to resort to prostitution to pay for it, okay?”
Bodies shuddering in laughter, some tension in the air is thankfully alleviated by your humour, filling you with hope that things should and will return to normal in no time. You just need to stop overthinking.
“Hey, can you sleep here tonight?”
You freeze at his request. Because despite your constant fucking around with each other, one clear boundary has been that you don’t physically sleep with each other after sex. If you do sleep over, it is always just a completely platonic gesture. No kissing or fondling. Something about falling asleep in each other’s naked bodies is too mushy and couple-like. The type of thing that make you puke.
“Why?” You frown defiantly at him. “It’s not even your birthday anymore, it’s past midnight. So technically, I don’t have to treat you like royalty anymore.”
“Why not?” Taehyung rebuts, that cocky expression making you want to nipple-cripple him. This difficult son of a bitch, does he not know that the line is going hazy between you two?
“It’s weird, we just had sex.”
“So? What do you have against sleeping together after sex? Scared that you’ll fall in love with me?”
Your chest sinks to your stomach. You swear to god, Kim Taehyung is going to be the fucking death of you, stupid shit. How could he even say something like that so casually?
“In your fucking dreams, prick. If anything, you’d be the one to fall in love with me first, I just made you cum three times.” Taehyung chuckles at the flash of fury in your eyes, amused by how easy it is to strike a nerve in you.
“Do you want me to fall in love with you?” Though his tone is playful, and the wiggle of his brows suggests his mockery, you don’t know if he is completely joking anymore. And suddenly, everywhere that you’re touching - your entangled legs, his hands on the small of your back, your chests pressed on each other - everywhere starts to burn.
“Shut up, I’ll fucking sleep here, okay?”
And so this night, for the first time in the seven months you’ve been on-and-off fornicating alongside your unwavering friendship, you rest in Taehyung’s bed, your frame tucked snugly in his, his arm reposed on your waist. And despite your fatigue, it takes too long for sleep to find you as you watch his shoulders rise and fall in the dark, lips slightly parted, beckoning you to kiss them.
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Terrified: Part 5
Raph x Reader
Synopsis: Raph saves you from ruffians one night in an alley after watching out for you for weeks without you knowing. Which leads you to getting to know the guys and becoming part of the family. But Raph keeps a distance and you don’t understand why. 
Word Count: 1993
Warnings: I’m sorry. Also, I accidently switched back to 3rd person for the readers pov at the end of this. Oh, and some violence. Ummm....I have no idea what happened. I had no control, I swear.
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I stormed out of Donnie’s lab to find Leo. He was considered a leader, maybe he would understand. Maybe he would get my hints. Or maybe I could convince him it was a waste of their time to see me home. Maybe-
“Oomph.”
“Whoa there, Y/n,” he set his hands on my shoulders, steadying me. I looked up through teary, frustrated eyes to find the very brother I had been looking for and launched, wrapping my arms around his neck as the tears silently flowed. He continued to hold me, rubbing gentle circles on my back as he cooed about how everything was going to be okay before I finally loosened my hold. He kept me in a loose embrace, looking down at me with worried eyes like any big brother would. I had always felt that brotherly pull toward all of them, except Raph; who made me feel warm and embarrassed and safe and frustrated.
“S-sorry,” I sniffled, rubbing the tears off my damp cheeks as my sight fell to our surroundings. Anything but him.
“Hey,” he leaned down to my eye level, shaking me gently to grab my attention. “Hey hey hey. There’s no need for apologies. Why don’t you tell me what happened so I can pummel who did this to you. Was it Raph?”
“Wha- Raph- Why?” I shook my head and met his ocean blues with a determined gaze. “That doesn’t matter- I think you guys should stop following me home-”
“Wha-”
“It’s not worth your time-”
“That’s not-”
“All of you have better things to do than make sure I get home safe-”
“Y/n,” Leo demanded my attention once more. “What brought this on? We want to make sure you get home safe. It’s not any trouble or a waste of time. We would do anything for you.”
“But-”
“You mean everything to-” He cleared his throat and towered above me, shifting on his feet. “Uh… to us. You’re like a sister to us. And we don’t let anybody hurt family.”
“Oh,” I breathed out, not feeling quite so burdensome. “Then maybe don’t force Raph to-”
“Raph? He’s the one who-”
“Yo! Dudette!” Mikey called from the couch just on the other side of the room. “When are we gonna race!?”
“Coming!” I answered with a tight laugh before looking back up at Leo. “Are my eyes red? You think anyone will notice?”
“No,” Leo smiled down at me. “Especially not Mikey.”
“Good,” I tiptoed up to peck his cheek with a quick thanks and skipped off to the couch, spirits lifted.
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Leo found Raph sitting against a wall in the darkened dojo, looking dejected. 
“She asked for us to stop accompanying her home,” Leo told him, voice quiet in hopes of not upsetting his brother.
Silence reigned, so he tried again as he sat next to Raph.
“She thinks we have better things to do than keep her safe.”
“Fine,” Raph sounded rough, defeated, hopeless.
“It’s not fine, Raph. She thinks she’s a burden,” Leo dragged his brother off the cold floor and slammed him against the wall.
“I heard ya, Fearless,” Raph growled out, shoving Leo out of his space. “Just like I heard her beggin ya not to force me-” he choked out. 
So this was your problem. Nobody got to you in the subway, except yourself. You didn’t want him and his brothers watching out for you anymore. You thought you weren’t worth their time- his time. Worst of all, he was the one that made you feel this way. Somehow he made you think you weren’t worth his time. That you weren’t good enough for him.
“You have to change her mind, brother,” Leo stated, calmer than he felt.
“Me?” Raph’s eyes bulged, incredulous. “No- I- I can’t. I’ll just mess it up. She already thinks- Just tell her I won’t follow her home if she doesn’t want me to,” he trailed quietly in the end.
“I’m not your messenger,” Leo ground out menacingly, getting nose-to-nose with Raph. “Fix this or you’re going to lose her.”
There was nothing Raph could say to that, even if he wanted to. It was the truth and he was terrified he had already lost you.
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Mikey and I were halfway through our last race when I noticed Raph and Leo walk in out of the corner of my eye, distracting me. Knocking me off the road. Or so I’d like to blame them when Mikey jumped up, rubbing his victory in my face. I ignored him. Setting the controller down I  glanced back where I saw Raph minutes ago, only to find him staring down at me barely an arm’s length away, a slice of my favorite pizza in hand.
I was stunned, to say the least, as my eyes shifted between him and the pizza he seemed to be offering me.
“Ya hungry?” He asked, raising the pizza closer to my nose.
“Uh, yeah,” I timidly reached for the slice, being extra careful not to touch Raph. One touch and I knew I’d be back to square one of Operation: Move on from Raph. While playing the videogame with Mikey I had decided I may not be able to get the guys to stay away, considering they all seem to be adamant about keeping me safe, but I could control how close I am to Raph. Ergo, the plan to stay away from him. To keep me from crushing even harder on him. To keep my heart safe. To keep my sanity.
Leo was right, I am family. To most of them, at least, and Raph wasn’t going to keep me away.
“Ready for the movie?” He asked, surprising me. Normally he didn’t start conversation with me. It was always nods and grunts. We had a… strange friendship, now that I thought about it. We never really talked, but I had always felt magnetized toward him. Probably due to the fact that he saved my life.
“Uh… yeah,” I bit into my pizza, turning away so as to not be intimidated. He was at least a foot taller than me and nobody could ever tell me those muscles weren’t unnerving. When I wasn’t drooling over them, that is. “I’ll probably just sit on the bean bag, by the way, so I’m not so much of a bother.”
“Yer not a bother,” he said, voice husky, drawing my attention. 
“My children,” Splinter stated. “You all know where drinks and more pizza is if you wish for more. I shall be meditating in the dojo. Enjoy your movie.” 
We all mumbled our thanks through mouthfuls of pizza as he strode away. I took the chance to move away from Raph and sat down on the edge of the couch, glaring at Donnie, who stole the bean bag and pretended like he had no idea that’s where I planned on sitting. Mikey started the movie as Leo turned down the lights.
I had just started to relax when I was suddenly lifted, only to be sat back down on Raph’s lap as he loosely held me in his arms. I stiffened in his hold, willing my heart to calm down. Reminding myself not to get comfortable, that I was going home directly after the movie. 
“Relax,” his breath tickled my ear as his arms snaked around my waist, pulling me closer. 
I nodded, unable to formulate any words as I unconsciously melted into his hold.
“You always sit here. On my lap,” he continued to whisper, resting his head on my shoulder. “Where you belong.”
What did he just say?
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You froze in Raph’s arms, breaths becoming uneven as the movie carried on. He had no idea what movie was picked for the night. Nor did he care. His mission: to confess all, hoping beyond hope that you wouldn’t run away from him. He supposed he could always keep you trapped in his embrace, never to leave him. But he figured you wouldn’t like that much if you did decide to leave. 
Eventually, after what seemed an eternity, you relaxed. Not long after that, he heard light snores rise to his ears. He decided that was his cue to carry you to bed. His bed. And this time he laid down next to you, more than a little unwilling to let you out of his sight, hopeful for tomorrow.
He laid there, intent on watching you sleep peacefully- just until he had to go on patrol. When you snuggled closer into his chest, his heart soared. Hair fell across your face and with a shaky hand he gently, carefully tucked it behind your ear. You sighed, stopping his heart. Vaguely, he wondered what he could possibly do to win you over. Eventually, he allowed himself to rest his arm around your waist, hoping it didn’t crush you. 
After a half an hour of so, Leo knocked lightly on his door, signalling it was time to go above ground. Reluctantly, Raph moved his arm that was on top of you, but you latched on- stopping him cold, afraid he woke you up. After a few seconds he realized you were still sleeping, slowly he slid his arm out of your grip and tip-toed out of his room without a glance over his shoulder. Although it didn’t seem to help the temptation to crawl back in bed with you.
Once out of the sewers they flew rooftop to rooftop, looking for thugs, Foot, Kraang- anything to make the night go faster. Thankfully, his brothers left him alone, but that also made it a quiet night. Which allowed his mind to work on overdrive. Distracting him with thoughts of you: the smell of your hair, your soft skin, your curves, the way you felt in his arms- so small in his grasp. Granted, most humans were small compared to him and his brothers.
So when they came across a handful of Foot, his mind was elsewhere. So much so, he scarcely noticed the glint of a blade coming at him. He blocked it with his sais. Just barely, forcing it to slide off the edge of his three-pronged weapons and sliced up his arm. He hissed at the burning sensation that seeped deep into his muscles- deeper than the cut itself was. He spun around to plunge with his uninjured arm, but was stopped short by an arrow flying into his bicep, forcing out a roar before he fell to his knees. 
His brothers were quick to surround him, easily knocking the swordsman down as the archer fled the scene, but not before forewarning them of Raph’s future- who had now face-planted into the pavement.
“It’s too late,” the archer shouted down at them as Raph succumbed to darkness. “He’s as good as dead.”
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You woke up with a start, recognizing the familiar 80s band posters and dumbbells surrounding you. You berated yourself, astonished you actually fell asleep in Raph’s arms the night before. You weren’t supposed to stay the night. That wasn’t part of the plan. Then you remembered what Raph said. That you belonged. You felt the blood rush to your cheeks as you swung your legs off the bed, preparing to face the typical Raph. The one who only looked at you to check for injuries. The one who kept his distance. The one who hid his kind heart that you had gotten a glimpse of that first night you met. 
You took a steadying breath and made your way to the door, not expecting three somber mutants to be standing outside of Donnie’s lab.
“What’s wrong?” You looked at Splinter first, then Leo, and Mikey. None but Splinter were able to meet your gaze. “Where’s Raph?”
Suddenly, you knew something was wrong. Your breath hitched, your heart sped, and blood drained down to your toes. You were terrified.
“G-guys?” You whispered out. The words were barely able to pass the lump in your throat.
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