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writersdrug · 8 days

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Simon Riley x Dog Sitter! Reader pt. 3

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Warnings: mild cursing, boredom, thas really it

A/N: Holy shit I cannot believe how much love this is getting, and it's so much fun to write!! I've decided to makes this a fully fledged fic instead of just a drabble, and I'll be posting it on ao3 too! Let me know if you'd like to be added to the taglist! Also sorry if formatting changes, I'm trying to have some sort of order among my writing.

Simon had never told you how long he'd be gone - which was fine, your flat was only a twenty-minute drive from his home, should you need to do laundry or get more soap. You had some freelancing logo-design work you could focus on in your downtime, and Simon had been gracious enough to leave a note on the coffee table with the wifi password. Truth be told, you imagined this would feel like a holiday: no more shitty bosses. You were your own boss, here. You could make your own schedule, as long as you made time for Riley.

You soon discovered, after moving into Ghost's house, that it was very much not a vacation. The interior of his home was so barren that it made you feel like you had been sent to an asylum. On your first day there, you managed to get a bit of freelance work done; after that, you tried watching the telly, but you couldn't drown the heavy restlessness in the back of your mind.

You decided to phone a friend.

"What's Riley like?" Leslie said through the phone, which was tucked under your ear.

"Military dog." You replied. You were lying on the floor next to Riley, stroking her fur as her head rested on your stomach. "So proper, I've never seen anything like it. You know- when I made breakfast today, I dropped some food on the linoleum- she didn't bat an eye. Girl just watched."

"That's amazing... you know Donald would have run to it like it was the first meal he'd been fed in years."

You laughed, making Riley's head bounce on your abdomen. "Mum has got to stop feeding them real food..."

"What about the client?" Leslie said, changing the subject. "Simon, was it? What's he like?"

"Honestly?" You began, scratching between Riley's ears. "A decent guy, don't get me wrong - but bland. Gruff. His apartment is, too."

"Just like ya mum always said." She snickered. "Can I see?"

You sighed. "Nah, I never checked if it was ok to bring people over. Not sure if he'd appreciate me giving you a tour. But I'll ask next time if you can visit."

"That's fair..." You heard her shuffling around on the other end of the line. "Well listen babes, I should get back to work. Got five left on my lunch break."

You groaned at the prospect of having to be alone in Simon's barren home again. "Alright... still on for this Thursday?"

"You know it! Nina's coming too."

You grimaced. "Whoop-tee-doo..."

"Oh, c'mon, I'll make sure she's civil. Love ya."

"She'd better be. Love you!"

The call ended with a click, and you let the phone slide from your shoulder with a sigh. You stared at the ceiling, running through what you could possibly do. You'd already had a shower at your flat before coming here, you'd done plenty of work...

Riley tilted her head up to look at you, sensing your frustration. You looked back down at her.

"What d'you and Simon do all day?" You asked.

She sighed and looked away.

Maybe it was time for a walk.

"Alright, Riley!" You said, pocketing your phone and sitting up. She scrambled up at the sudden movement; her eyes followed your every move as you stood, her stare expectant and excited.

"Fancy a walk?" You asked.

She whined and yapped, shifting her weight from one foot to the other.

You chuckled. "C'mon, then - before you and I both start going insane."

On your way to the closet to fetch her leash, she had nearly knocked you down to beat you there. You huffed, leaning down to grab your shoes and tug them on. She sat (im)patiently and watched, her tail slapping against the wooden floor.

"Alright, alright..." You laughed, grabbing her leash and latching it onto her harness. She obediently trotted to the front door and sat, waiting for you. You opened the door and stepped outside, confused when the leash tugged in your hand. You looked back inside and saw that Riley hadn't moved from her seat on the floor. She looked at you, ears forward and eyes eager as she waited for... something.

You looked at her, puzzled. "What's wrong, girl?"

She whined, pointing one foot up and thumping her tail against the floor.

Oh, right. Military dog.

"Okay, Riley." You said clearly, and she happily trotted out the door. You chuckled, locking the deadbolt behind you and beginning the much needed walk. She stuck right by your side, never passing you nor falling behind.

For the kind of gruff, admittedly shady man that Simon was, you noticed that he lived in a pretty nice area. If you told your mum where he lived, she'd blow a cap out of jealousy - the houses were neatly lined down the street, each one with a driveway and a small garden bed underneath the living room windows. Simon's was noticeably bare - Christ, even his grass was thinner than the other neighbors', how does one manage that?

You eyed his empty garden bed as you passed it. You wondered if he would let you plant a few things... just to liven up the drabness. A couple of Hostas, maybe some African Violets... you knew he wouldn't want too much colour, but he definitely needed something to brighten his home. Currently, it stuck out like a sore thumb against the other houses. Not to mention, it would give you something to slice through the boredom of staying here.

Eventually, the sidewalk led to the edge of a small patch of woods. A bridge stretched over the creek, which then led to a longer, winding path through the trees. You came to a halt, reading the sign next to the trail.

"Po-wee-hee-co park..." You mumbled and Riley stared at you with her tongue hanging from the side of her mouth. "Poeheko Park? You ever been here?"

She looked between you and the trail, sniffing the air. She licked her lips and whined.

"Suppose not, Simon's only ever dragged you around the block a few times, huh?"

She eyed the trail warily, but you could see her eyes brimming with eagerness and interest. You chuckled, reigning in her leash and starting over the bridge. "Time for an adventure!"

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Simon sat stoicly on the heli, eyes fixed on the wall across from him. His palms rested on his thighs, fingers splayed. He appeared calm and collected, focused on the mission that Priced had debriefed not too long ago.

Except, the mission couldn't have been further from his mind. He was thinking about you and Riley. We're you giving her enough attention? That was a dumb question; clearly you knew how much attention a dog needed. You'd done this before... but had you ever worked with a dog that had certain needs and medications? You never mentioned it during the interview, and he didn't remember to ask. What if you couldn't see the signs when Riley's pain was flaring up? What if you had forgotten that she needed pain medication?

He thought about texting you - but he quickly shut the thought down. He'd reserved texting for emergencies only, and he knew you were good at your job. There wasn't a moment of your life you hadn't spent around dogs, of course you would take perfect care of Riley.

"Honin' in, LT?" Soap's voice echoed through the coms as he took the seat opposite from Simon. He was relaxed, as if this was just another Friday for him - well, Simon supposed, it was.

"Always." Simon replied gruffly, focusing back on the mission at hand. He cleared his throat and flexed his fingers, trying to keep a cool composure.

"How's Riley doin'?" Soap asked. "Know I jus' seen 'er a few days ago, but- ye finally cave n' get someone to pet sit?"

Simon grunted. "'Course. Not gonna leave 'er alone that long, it'd be torture."

"Who'd ye get?"

"What's it to you?"

"Secret service? Ye snag one of the Royal Guards fer the job?"

"Jog on, Soap." Simon warned with a serious look, and Soap raised his hands in defense.

He couldn't tell Johnny about you. A fierce, possessive feeling in his chest told him not to. He knew Johnny had a thing for young, pretty things like you, and he refused to let you fall victim to his desires. In fact, he hated the thought of it.

But- who was he? Why was he being so protective over someone he barely knew? You were an adult, perfectly capable of making your own decisions. Why should Simon cockblock you and Johnny? So what if he wanted to shag you?

Mentally, he shook his head. No. Never. He'd lock you in his house if it meant keeping Jonny away from you. Even if Simon wasn't anything more than your client, he wasn't going to allow Johnny to get close to you. It would be too weird. You're his, after all.

...

Fuck.

He sighed and adjusted his position in his seat. You and Johnny didn't even know each other, for Christ's sake. He was overthinking all of this. You'd probably never even meet his team, why would you need to? You only ever have reason to spend time in his house, not on base. You just watch Riley, make breakfast in his kitchen, sleep on his couch, maybe his bed, if you're with the dog... using his bathroom, his shower...

He scowled at himself. Maybe hiring you was a huge mistake. You were too distracting.

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dark-and-kawaii · 5 months

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༺ 𝒯𝒾𝑒𝒻𝓁𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈 𝒜𝓃𝒹 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒟𝓇𝓊𝒾𝒹 ༻

You’re one of the Druids from the grove, captivated by the tieflings you decide to wild-shape into a cat in order to get closer to them. It’s all going smoothly until one night you lose control of your magic and you return to your humanoid form.

- These are all separate scenarios

Dammon - Rolan - Zevlor - PRT 2 (Click Here)

-𝒟𝒶𝓂𝓂𝑜𝓃-

Unbeknownst to Dammon, you, one of the druids, observed him quietly from afar. At first you were drawn to his breathtaking blue eyes, but as time passed you became drawn to not only his strength, but his dedication to his craft. You longed for a way to connect with him, but if any of the others were to catch you, especially Kagha… There would be hell to pay, and it wouldn’t be you paying for it, no, it would be Dammon. Determined to get closer to him, you devised a plan. Using your wild shape you transformed yourself into a sleek and agile feline, complete with a delicate pink ribbon around your neck.

Under the guise of a cat, you started visiting Dammon at his forging station. Of course, Dammon noticed you, a peculiar feline with a pink bow wrapped around their neck as you appeared at his forging station. “Hello there,” Dammon held his hand out to you waiting for a sign that it was okay to give you a gentle pet, “Are you lost little girl?” You rubbed your head against the palm of his hand, your eyes closed and your tail pointed up. He softly laughed, “Well then, I guess I don't mind the company. Stay as long as you’d like.” Ripping up what little he had left of his meat, he gave it to you before continuing his work.

As the days went on, Dammon would awaken to find you perched on the wooden barrel next to his bedroll or curled up next to the dancing flames of his forge. While he hammered away at his steel you would watch him with an intensity that seemed to mirror his own passion for his craft. Dammon couldn't help but notice how you watched him intently as he worked, curiously, he could have sworn he saw a hint of blush on your tiny furry cheeks whenever he lifted his shirt, exposing his glistening chest as he wiped the sweat away from his forehead.

Dammon chuckled, "Are you sure you're just a cat?" Still dazed for a moment, your feline eyes wide and ears back as you stared at him finally shook your head and responded with nothing but an innocent meow. Being a cat it wasn’t hard for you to distract him allowing your more playful side to shine through as you attempted to pounce on the tip of his tail. Succeeding in distraction, you found it heartwarming to see it brought another smile to his face. He even lifted his tail allowing you to jump at it. You didn’t know it, but Dammon cherished all these lighthearted interactions. Every single time he saw you he’d think to himself that It’s been a while since he’s awoken looking forward to something.

Your bond with him grew as the tieflings continued their stay at the grove. You began to rub your small frame against Dammon's leg and received gentle pats on your head in exchange. Soon, Dammon would come to find you sleeping at his side at night or comfortably perched above his head on his pillow. Each night he’d find himself sleeping with a smile on his face and again, he swore he could see the feline doing the same.

Soon you’d find the right time to tell him the truth about you, but for now you only wished to bask in his warmth, content with where things were at the time.

However, fate had other plans for you, something went awry. One night as you were curled atop Dammon's chest your wild shape dropped by accident while lost in a peaceful slumber… In the late night as you shifted back to your humanoid form, Dammon awoke, feeling an unexpected weight upon his chest. As his vibrant eyes opened, he was greeted with a surprise.

There, nestled atop of him, lay one of the druids, you, with the same pink bow his feline friend had worn. Your head was tucked into him, breathing gently as you continued your blissful sleep. Dammon, startled yet calm, couldn't help but blush at the sight before him, you were absolutely stunning… And, and very nude. Quickly, Dammon pulled the sheets over your figure, wanting to protect your modesty. With softened eyes, Dammon couldn’t stop himself from stroking the top of your head, "Thank you". Overwhelmed with emotions, he wrapped his arms and tail around you, holding you gently, and closed his eyes, content to share this intimate moment with you and hopefully more to come.

-𝑅𝑜𝓁𝒶𝓃-

You felt bad for the tieflings, no one deserves to be treated this way. Your people were acting out which wasn’t usually like them, wasn't like most of them anyway… Granted you’d never seen one in person until now, but still, they were no devils. Wanting to get closer to them you decided to wild shape in the form of a cat to observe and understand the tielfings better. One caught your attention right away, his name Rolan according to the two others standing beside him, arguing. This tiefling frequented sour moods so you decided to get closer to him best you could and extend a helping paw.

The moment you came around him and his siblings, Rolan was skeptical and guarded, he’d never seen a cat like you around before, but now all of a sudden you show up. He waves his foot in front of you dismissing your attempts to befriend him, “Shoo! Scram you damn beast.”

His sister, Lia, interjected, urging him, “Rolan! Be kind! It’s just a harmless cat” You sat on your tail, shaking your shoulders as you held your head high as if agreeing with his sister. Rolan scrunches his face, scoffing, “What if it’s one of the druids? We can’t be careless, Lia!”

Lia countered, “All the more reason to be kind.”

As the days moved forward, so did your attempts. Each time you fussed over Rolan, a spark of irritation would flash in his eyes. Whenever you strove to rub yourself against his leg he’d lightly push you back or move it before you could, which caused you to face plant into the ground… And whenever you tried to jump at his tail he’d hastily pull it away from you, squinting at you with disgust, “As if I'd allow you to touch me,” Your furry cheeks puffed out as you let out your own scoff for once, “I've got my eyes on you, cat.”

However, Rolan couldn't deny that each spark of irritation was beginning to flicker less and less. With each passing day, your feline antics became almost endearing. The sight of the pink-ribboned cat became a constant in his life and surprisingly, he found he was beginning to enjoy your feline company.

"Why are you so persistent?" he asked you one day, wondering if he’d get an answer back, but you only purred, weaving yourself between his legs instead of answering him with words.

Rolan found himself developing an odd friendship with you. He found that your presence alleviated his stress and provided comfort, something he hadn’t realized he craved.

One night, under the blanket of stars, Rolan sat on a log outside the grove, his lips vocalizing his thoughts aloud, “I should have left this place already. Staying any longer would be a mistake!” Registering his tone, your ears pushed back, but still you continued to approach him. Maybe there was something you could do to ease his mind.

Hopping onto his lap you softly nudge your head against his chest purring as your tail flicked up and glided across his chin before finding peace on his lap. Sighing, he looked down at you, “Even if you are one of the druids,” he murmured, scratching behind one of your ears, “You don’t seem like the rest. Perhaps I wouldn’t mind your company.”

For all you know you had let your guard down, hell maybe it was because him scratching your ear felt so good, or maybe this was Silvanus nudging things forward… But you instantaneously transformed back to your humanoid self, naked and sitting on the tieflings lap…

Instinctively, Rolan grasped your hips to prevent you from falling, his infernal cheeks darkening at the sight of you. Your own face flushed with embarrassment, swiftly trying to cover yourself.

“R-Rolan! I-I didn’t mean. I didn’t mean for this to happen! I- i lost control and i- i… I’m so sorry!” You bowed your head, far too frozen to move off him from shock that this happened. You were thankful to the oak father that it was only the two of you out here though.

As the initial shock subsided, "I knew there was something peculiar about you," he growls, his grip loosening from your hips.

You reveal your name just as Rolan is about to release you to slip off his lap, “I didn’t mean to scare you! I- I originally just wanted to help ease your mind while you were here, and then i grew-” You looked away from him, “I grew to appreciate your company, i didn’t want to ever leave your side.”

Rolan’s gaze softened, and he found himself lost in your eyes as you looked to the side. He’d be lying if he said there wasn’t some kind of connection between the two of you now. With a hint of a smile, Rolan reassured you, “Not scared, nor surprised really,” He carefully released his hands from your hips so he could conjure up a robe for you. Slipping it over your shoulders, Rolan covers you, “I suppose I did say I wouldn't mind your company, no reason to change that now. Besides, I can’t wait to stick it in Lia and Cal’s face that I was right about you.”

-𝒵𝑒𝓋𝓁𝑜𝓇-

Zevlor was engrossed in a map of the lands until movement caught his attention. Looking up from his stone desk his eyes met with a beautiful cat with a pink bow wrapped delicately around its neck. Its silky black fur glistened from the sun that poked through the cracks of the cave and the dimly lit candles, and its vibrant green eyes gleamed with an intelligence that surpassed that of an ordinary feline.

“Greetings, and just who might you be?” As he approaches, the feline gazes up at him with a longing in its eyes, as if seeking companionship.

Unbeknownst to the tiefling, this cat was not an ordinary feline but rather you, a Druid who had admired him since his arrival at the grove. Enchanted by Zevlor's purity of heart, you had taken on the form of a cat to get closer to him, to experience the warmth of his touch and be near him.

You gracefully hopped onto Zevlor's stone desk, emitting a subtle meow as though inviting him into your world. Zevlor's heart had softened as he extended his hand and gently stroked your furry head… You closed your feline eyes, basking in the touch of his kind hand. Your very own warmth against his hand, a gentle caress to his troubled soul.

As the days passed, you became a constant visitor in Zevlor's cave. You would lie on the stone desk, your head occasionally tilting in apparent fascination as Zevlor read over his books and maps. It always made him feel as if you were reading alongside him, sharing in his knowledge. In the evenings, you would curl up on his lap, purring in contentment, easing the weight of his isolation.

Then came the night that changed everything. While nestled at his side as you both slept soundly you had dropped your disguise on accident leaving you vulnerable to his eyes when he woke.

In the middle of the night Zevlor had finally stirred from his deep sleep, immediately he sensed a weight of warmth permeating his being, a sensation that had long been forgotten. When Zevlor’s eyes finally opened, he found himself face to face with a breathtaking view, you.

A stunned silence befell Zevlor as he connected the dots, his heart pounding against his ribcage. Tracing his fingers gently over the pink bow, careful not to wake you, the beautiful Druid who laid next to him was the same creature who kept him company during his lonely nights. The one he had affectionately named Blossom due to your pink bow, Zevlor had petted it countless of times as you purred under his touch…

Despite being as careful as he could, Zevlor had caused you to awaken. Blinking your eyes awake you lean your head up to look at him, a smile creeping on your lips as you stretch out to him… Only it isn’t paws you come to see but rather your actual hands… Your eyes grew wide and suddenly you’re looking at him with a face redder than even his skin. You sit up in a panic and as you sit up in his bedroll his thin blanket glides off your body revealing that you’re in the nude. Cheeks burning with embarrassment and a trace of fear in your eyes, you scramble to cover yourself with the thin blanket.

It all happened within a matter of seconds and despite looking away as fast as he could to ease your embarrassment, Zevlor did in fact catch a glimpse at what happened… He swore he would have a heart attack with how fast his heart was beating.

"I-i I’m so sorry! I can explain..." You began, your gaze not being able to look at him.

Zevlor simply shook his head, cutting you off. "There’s no need, I owe you my thanks.”

You don’t know why you were so surprised, you knew this man was the embodiment of kindness, but still, you felt terrible for this. "I… I didn't mean for you to find out this way..." You admitted, clutching the blanket close to your chest.

“I understand. But, I’m grateful to you. For keeping me company all this time.” Zevlor offered you a comforting smile, “If I may?” He reached over grabbing the only spare shirt he had and offered it to you.

Touched by his understanding and warmth, you accepted the shirt with a shy smile and pulled it over your head, "Thank you, Zevlor," you whispered, your voice filled with gratitude, “Would it be okay if I stayed just a bit longer?” You rubbed your arm, comforting yourself in case he said no. But luckily, Zevlor nodded, “I’ll leave you to the bedroll, I’ll sit at my desk.” He was such a gentleman but, that’s not what you wanted. You wanted him here with you…

“C-could you stay here with me, please.”

He had an internal battle with himself, he wanted to be close to you, to feel your warmth against his body, but would that really be okay? But when your gaze meets his, he couldn’t deny the way you looked at him, plus the pink bow… Zevlor could see you desperately wished for him to stay with you like the other nights.

“Of course," he replied, "I'd be honored to stay with you, my dear." He settled himself beside you, the heat of his body pressing against yours. You couldn't help but lean into him, craving the contact, the intimacy that awaited.

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rosequarzo · 3 months

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whiskers of change.

૮₍ ˃ ⤙ ˂ ₎ა • ! boyfriend! rafayel + fem! reader established relationship not related to the plotline rafayel being jealous over a cat yes ☆ warning not proofread . . . !? & 806 — catalogue

notes. i still hate this man i swear with my entire heart. but when i got to the chapter when he made a fuss about a cat got me laughing tbh... tagging @rninies, here you go.

When you mentioned that you were running late as you had encountered something, Rafayel didn’t think much about it. He had assumed you were held back by someone; much to his annoyance and continued touching up on his painting.

The artist was almost done when his ears picked up the familiar pair of approaching footsteps, followed by his door swung open from outside. The man dropped whatever he was holding, turning with a bright grin on his face, only for it to drop when his eyes landed on his worst nightmare.

“Rafayel, hello? Are you still there?” You called out to him, one hand closing the door while the other was cradling a cat in your arms.

Huffing, Rafayel got off his stool and approached you. He scowled and his eyes narrowed as he glared down at the annoying feline creature. His fingers twitched; the temptation of kicking the cat out of his home getting more tempting by the second. But he restrained himself. The last thing he wants is for you to be disappointed with him and he doesn’t like to see you sad, not when the cause was him.

“You…” His voice trailed off, eyes focused on the cat as he watched it purring in content when it leans into your touch, its tail swaying side to side.

“Me?” You echoed, bemused.

“You didn’t tell me you had adopted a… c… cat,” he forced himself to finish speaking, using his entire strength to tear his eyes away from the creature.

You hummed, eyes flickering up to his face before returning to the purring cat. “It was abandoned and I couldn’t bear to leave it alone. Plus, it looked like it was going to rain soon and it didn’t have any home, so I brought it with me.”

“And you didn’t think of dropping it off at the nearest animal shelter?” He arched an eyebrow.

“They were already closed. I’ll drop it off tomorrow morning, before I head for work. So just for tonight-”

“No.”

You sighed, knowing your partner will react like this. You were fully aware of his unspoken dislike for cats and until now, you didn’t know the reason why. But you were patient, choosing to wait for him to spill the beans. A part of you finds his current self rather adorable, with how he was fuming over how the cat was stealing your attention from him. And who were you to not tease him?

“Rafayel, don’t tell me you’re jealous,” you teased, lips curling upwards in a mischievous grin.

“Jealous? Me?” He shots you a bewildered look and barks out a laugh, turning away from you. “Who says I’m jealous? Why would I be jealous over a cat?”

You chuckled, deciding to drop the subject and let him be. “Sure, Rafayel. Whatever makes you happy.”

Currently, you were in the kitchen preparing dinner for the two of you. You had left the cat in the living room, hoping your partner could get to know the cat and hopefully, it might change his opinion on cats as well. Rafayel sat in the corner of the couch, purposely stretching his long legs out so his entire body was occupying the couch, not giving any space for the cat.

But the creature wasn’t bothered. In fact, it merely jumped up and made itself comfortable on his stomach.

Thankfully, you weren’t there to witness him visibly flinching when he felt a weight on his stomach. Rafayel had nearly flung the cat to the nearest wall but managed to catch himself at the last minute. He remained as still as a statue, watching warily as the cat curled folded its paws to hide it underneath its body, turning into a cute loaf.

He slowly reached out his hand, unsure of what he should do, only for the cat to make the choice for him.

It leans into his palm, eyes closing in content and he swore he can hear faint purring from its small body. Rafayel was speechless, taken aback by how the cat had readily shown its affection to him; a complete stranger. He tried to copy your movement from before, awkwardly stroking its head and he knew he had got it right when the purring didn’t stop.

Huh, perhaps cats aren’t so bad.

“Dinner’s ready,” you called out once you finished setting the table.

You headed to the living room when you were greeted with nothing but silence. The sight before you made you paused and it took all of your might to not squeal in delight. You quickly whipped out your phone, ensuring it was on silent mode and took multiple pictures of the heart-melting sight before you.

Satisfied with the pictures, you leave, not wanting to interrupt the peaceful moment of your partner sleeping with the cat resting on his stomach.

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neteyamsyawntu · 4 months

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Kinkmas Day 06

T h i g h F u c k i n g

Lo’ak x Na’vi!Reader

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Warnings: 🔞MINORS DNI🔞, dirty talk, pet names, vulgar language, thigh fucking, fingering, grinding

“Please mamas, just a little bit…” Lo’ak croons into the crook of your neck, grinding his unspeakably hard erection into the plush softness of your asscheek as the two of you lay in your hammock. “Lo’ I already told you, I’m too tired for that tonight.” You grumble, eyes still closed, brows slightly pinched as you nuzzle into the material of your hammock.

“I know baby, I know. You worked so hard today, let me help take care of you…”

Lo’ak hums against the shell of your ear, his voice raspy as he tries to whisper as softly as possible as not to disrupt your tired state too much, placing a line of tender kisses from your earlobe to your jaw, “I promise you won't have to do a thing.”. You sigh feeling his fingers gently graze over the skin of your thigh, brushing back and forth. Eywa, if you had any ultimate weakness, it was him.

Your ears flatten as his hot breath fans against your neck, slowly nodding with a soft hum, finally giving him your consent. “That’s it baby… just relax for me…” Lo’ak breaths lifting his hand from your thigh, giving two of his fingers a decent suck to coat them nicely before dipping them down past the band of your loincloth to draw gentle circles on your clit, “Gonna get you nice and wet first, okay?”. You nod silently, feeling your breathing already start to pick up from the simple act, lifting your leg slightly to give him better access, a sigh of satisfaction leaving your lips, as you slightly adjust your position to lean back on him.

“There you go, yawne… my beautiful girl… Y‘look so pretty like this.” He coos, nuzzling into your hair, allowing you to rest your body weight on him. Your body wasted no time in reacting to his touches, your back arching against him as you felt the pool of arousal between your thighs, building on just below his fingers. With a hushed whimper you grasp his wrist, guiding his hand further into your loincloth to give your aching entrance some attention. “Hah, I thought you were too tired for any of this, huh? Look at you getting all needy for me…”, “Just shut up and touch me…” you whine, backing your rear into his pelvis.

“Schtt! Easy baby… this what you want?” He hums breathily into your ear as he grinds his clothed cock against your ass again, this time with a bit more force. A weak whimper leaves your lips as you push back on him, moving a dainty hand between your bodies to untie the piece of clothing that was blocking you from exactly what your body craved, quickly discarding and dropping the garment onto the floor of your marui. “Fuck I love seeing how eager you get baby.” He hums in a low growl as his own hands quickly undo his own loincloth, following your example in dropping it to the floor.

Shifting his position ever so slightly, Lo’ak angles his hips so that his cock glides against your slick cunt with a gentle thrust, immediately drawing a desperate whine from you, “Just relax now, mama… let me take it from here.” He breaths against your neck, draping your tail over his thigh as he brings your leg down to embrace his erection between your thighs, holding him snugly against your intimates. The warmth alone emitting from your body between your legs is enough to coax a shaky sigh out from your mate, giving a gentle back and forth of his hips to test the waters, loving how your body squirms as his tip sweeps across your clit.

“Fuck… just like that baby.. stay nice and still for me- mmn…” his tone of voice triggers a flurry of butterflies in your stomach, yet you find yourself hardly being able to focus on them as he draws a more tentative thrust of his cock through your folds, spreading your moisture across your intimates in a thin layer. A weak mewl leaves your lips, eyes still closed as you let the feeling of his cock sliding between your thighs take over your mind and numb your senses.

Lo’ak’s fingers indent the flesh of your hip as his grasp on you becomes tighter, more assertive, beginning to rock your hips back onto him, forcing you to meet his thrusts. Your eyes then flutter open as you instinctively push back on him, a louder moan breaking the silence with an underlining harmony of Lo’ak’s own drawn out groan. “God, you’re so fucking sexy baby. Being such a good little slut for me while I fuck your thighs- haah.” Lo’ak partially growls under his breath, against the shell of your ear, as his hands knead at the flesh of your hip, continuing to guide your body back and forth on his cock.

Thrust after thrust his tip continues to push at your clit, making your body squirm at the sensation, your own hand reaching down to slip between your bodies, weakly pushing at his abs to ease up on his movements, your mind feeling heavy and dizzy all at once as you feel the knot in your core steadily tightening, only to be rewarded with a gentle slap of your thigh, “Uh- Uh, baby… need you to be a good girl for me and get this dick all wet when you cum.”. A meek whimper escapes your throat as Lo’ak picks up the pace of his hips, but not too much, loving the way you writhe and your hips jerk as your intimates grow more sensitive.

“Hnng- Lo’ak..!” you whine, pleasured tears slowly making their way down your cheeks, before a gasp pulls you out of your thoughts when two fingers press against your clit drawing firm circles along with the friction of his dragging cock. You were already so close and he knew it, but Lo’ak just couldn’t help himself; seeing you all sleepy while being putty in his hands as he pleasured you was just the icing on the cake for him, bringing his own climax that much closer. “Cmon, ma’syulang… want you to make a mess on my cock.”. The growl in his voice causes your toes to curl as your walls tighten around nothing until a thick flow of arousal coats your nearly abused labia. Another growl sounds behind you with a hushed “Fuck yes…” as Lo’ak suddenly rolls you into your back, now hovering over you, his hand practically flies to cup his shaft, using your juices to pump himself until his release paints your abdomen in a sticky mess. With a huffed out sigh, Lo’ak rests his forehead against your own, leaving small kissing along your face. A soft plea of his name has his body tingling at your tone; so fucked out and exhausted, to him it was just so damn cute. “Shhh… get your sleep, sevin… I’ll get you cleaned up. I told you I’d take care of you, remember?”.

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I Could Even Learn How To Love (Like You)

As the last greens on Limited Life, Tango and Scott are hiding from the yellows on the server. They bump into each other underground and temporarily team up, until they can naturally turn yellow. There is some tension, but not the kind that Tango anticipated...

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"He's here! He's here, I can hear him!"

"No- No he isn't."

"Etho, don't protect him! This is for peace!"

"Well, he's not here, so you can just turn around and look somewhere else."

"You know, even with the mask covering half your face, you are terrible at hiding your facial expressions when you're lying."

Tango, several blocks underneath Grian and Etho, threw a hand over his mouth to stifle his laughter. He kept his low stance, mining through the stone, his fiery hair being his only source of light. He didn't think being one of the last greens on the server would be so intense. But at the same time, it was pretty hilarious, hearing Grian shout in frustration whenever Tango squeaked "polo" in response to hearing his name.

The commotion from Joel, Grian, the clockers, and the rest of team T.I.E.S. changed in volume several times, giving Tango's heart constant whiplash. If anything was going to kill Tango at this moment, it would be these heart attacks.

Tango heard stones breaking from above and bit back a gasp, deciding to move down. Unfortunately for him, his pick broke and he didn't have a spare on him. He cursed and sets down his crafting table, quickly crafting a new pick as the stone-breaking noises became louder and louder.

Just as he was about to pick up his crafting table, he heard a hushed scream from above, then a thud as someone fell directly onto him.

"Ow..." Tango opened his eyes and found Scott sitting on him, smiling sheepishly. Tango almost forgot how exquisite Scott's new outfit was. As one of the "mean gills," he went above and beyond with his aquatic theme. Coral and seaweed wrapped around his cyan hair and arms. A couple of scales were visible on Scott's skin as well. Tango assumed they'd be more prominent once Scott became yellow or red. He always went above and beyond with his designs, which was something Tango never really appreciated until now. "Ah, hey Scott. Nice to see you dropping in."

Scott rolled his eyes, crawling off of Tango. "Haha. Come on, we need to move. I have no idea where Martyn is but he's covering for me..." He took Tango's hand and helped him up, took out a pickaxe, and continued to mine. "I am hoping we can find a cave," Scott whispered, "and that nobody is in the cave ready to ambush us."

Tango nodded, following close behind, and covering their tracks with the blocks Scott mined. He and Scott never really talked in these games, save for some hellos. But Tango always wanted to talk to Scott, to apologize for taking Jimmy from him last season. He knew about the flower husbands, and how much Jimmy and Scott loved each other. But Double Life came along. And Tango was bound to Jimmy. And they fell in love as if 3rd Life never happened. Though Scott didn't seem to care, he was good at hiding his emotions, masking them with a smile. Who knows what Scott thought about the situation?

But it was a terrible time to apologize now. Any noise they made would've alerted the group. It didn't help that they were outnumbered. Yet, Tango knew he couldn't hold his tongue much longer. And what if they never got the chance to be alone again? He took a deep breath, his tail flicking behind him. "Scott..."

Still mining, Scott turned his head to face Tango, making his face burn up. Void, he was pretty. But he couldn't get distracted this fast—just apologize and get it over with. "I'm sorry."

Scott arched a brow. "For what?"

"You know... Jimmy."

"Ah." There was silence, save for Scott's pickaxe (which was much slower now) and the muffled commotion coming from above. How was it that Jimmy's name held so much weight? Scott managed a smile. "You don't have to apologize for that, you know. It was just the mechanics of the game."

"Really?" Tango was surprised. "I thought you'd be upset about that. It was kind of a shitty thing I did, taking Jimmy from you..."

Scott sighed. "Tango, if we were still at the beginning of Double Life, and I saw the message of you and Jimmy dying, I'd probably make it my mission to cause you hell."

"So... You hated that we were soulmates at first?"

Scott nodded, a little embarrassed to admit it. "I was upset, for a while. But then I learned I was teamed up with Pearl..." He shuddered, as though trapped in powder snow. Fitting imagery for the woman who often froze herself to spite Scott. "You know how that ended; I went off with Cleo and I felt good. And then I realized I have no reason to hate you. Yes, you 'stole' Jimmy from me, but you still made him happy. And I think that's what matters more—that Jimmy is happy."

Tango nodded slowly, his tail swaying behind him. He remembered watching his former soulmate go off with Joel, shouting "Sorry, rancher!" as he left. Tango would have been mad if Jimmy didn't look so happy. Tango always adored it when Jimmy smiled and he wanted to make sure that smile was permanent. And if it meant a slight change in scenery, so be it.

"Besides," Scott continued, "it's a new season and it's fair that Jimmy wants a change in pace. It's the only way we can grow."

"Right. We can't stay stuck in the past."

"Exactly!" Scott put his pickaxe away and leaned into Tango, his breath gently tickling the blaze's lips. "And, not to be self-indulgent, but I like to think I've grown."

"I think I can agree with that," Tango whispered, eyes flicking down to Scott's lips.

"You know, Tango, I used to think about why Jimmy loved you so much. At first, it was because I was jealous. But now, I think I understand better now. Except..." There was a mischievous glint in Scott's green eyes. "There are still things I want to know about you."

Tango raised a brow. "Well, what do you want to know about me, Mr. Major?"

Scott leaned in closer, barely closing the distance between them. Tango's eyes widened, his tail curling up in anticipation. "Are you as good of a kisser as I've heard people say you are?" He whispered.

The blaze chuckled, cupping Scott's face in his warm hands. "Only one way to find out."

Once their lips connected, Scott and Tango completely forgot about the yellow army coming to hunt them down. Tango could only focus on the softness of Scott's lips, the taste of sweet bread and saltwater—which tasted much better than Tango would've anticipated—and the slight roughness of the scales on Scott's cheeks. One of Tango's hands slid down to Scott's lower back, grabbing it tightly to pull him closer. He felt Scott's lips part in a gasp but he made no effort to break the kiss. Neither of them did. It was so intoxicating and passionate. The area felt much warmer, all thanks to Tango, but Scott didn't seem to mind.

Scott threw his arms around Tango's neck, and one of his legs around his waist. Tango flinched at the sudden motion but smirked against Scott's lips. He grabbed both of Scott's thighs from underneath and hoisted him up, gently pressing him against the stone wall. If Scott wanted to be this fiery, Tango could easily match him.

That was a similarity between him and Scott, Tango noticed: their fire. But the main difference was that Scott's flames were more suppressed, or at least less expressive. So when he did let the flame ignite, it was definitely a moment to remember. It was probably how he got so far in both Last Life and Double Life. Tango always admired Scott's passion and his desire to survive, as long as he could. He often played by his own rules to do so: refusing to kill the second time he was boogeyman in Last Life, choosing his own soulmate in Double Life, and killing Skizz much earlier than he should have this season. Tango loved that.

Tango loved him.

He wasn't sure what Scott thought of him now—he didn't elaborate on that—but he was confident that Scott felt the same way.

The two pulled away once they were short on breath, taking heavy breaths. Scott appeared dazed and his eyes were half-lidded. His face was flushed and he managed to smirk up at Tango. Tango pressed his nose against Scott's and whispered "Did that answer your question?"

"Yes," Scott gasped breathlessly. He played with Tango's green tie, loosening it slightly. "And suddenly, I find myself a bit jealous of Jimmy. He was definitely lucky to be soul bound to you." He huffed playfully. "I like me a man that can kiss me breathless."

"Well, now you got one," Tango rasped, going in for a second round.

Since they were hypnotized by each other's lips, neither Scott nor Tango were aware that the yellows were getting closer to them by the second. Even though the talking slowly crescendoed in volume, the two managed to tune it out. Scott was nipping at Tango's bottom lip, a muffled groan escaping the blaze's lips. He continued to hold Scott, refusing to let go of him, because nothing mattered more than what was happening now.

Until Grian's cackling disturbed the two, interrupting their moment. They quickly broke away and turned towards the noise. Of course Grian had to be the one to catch them. "Oh my God!" The avian poked his head through a hole in the wall, his wings flapping behind him. "Guys, I found Tango!" He called out in a sing-song voice, still giggling.

"Grian—" Scott's face was redder than Tango's eyes.

"Well, this also explains where Scott was the entire time," Grian teased. The rest of the group came over to Grian, who completely broke through the wall, so they could see the whole picture.

Joel leaned against Grian's shoulder, whistling softly. "Oh, Tim's going to love knowing that his exes hooked up." He smirked a bit, peering at the two over the rim of his glasses. "Though he might be upset that you didn't think to invite him." Tango bit his lip at the thought. That'd be something to look forward to.

"Oh, you guys found Tango?" Martyn was the next to show. He gasped upon seeing Scott and Tango before smirking. "Ohoho! Well, now I feel a little bad for interrupting."

Scott rolled his eyes. "Shut up, Martyn, we all know that's not true."

Then, Skizz's voice could be heard from the distance. "I don't get it, why won't he just give me his time?!" He showed up with Impulse and Etho behind him. Skizz's eyes scanned the two, up and down. He pursed his lips and put his hands on his hips. For someone who was an angel, Skizz had quite the devilish look on his face. "Well, that makes sense now, he's clearly occupied with Scott."

"Skizz!" Tango laughed nervously, finally putting Scott down. "I-I was going to give your my time, I just wanted to get away from... Everyone else."

Impulse snickered. "Well it's clear you got distracted." Tango's tail flicked behind him as confirmation. "Alright, let's go back to the surface so Skizz can kill you, Tango."

"Well, who's going to kill Scott?" Grian asked.

"Me," Martyn declared. "I'm also low on time. Besides... I'd like to get some more details about what happened, in private."

Scott and Tango looked at each other in embarrassment. They should've seen this coming and they probably should've put up more of a fight. But they were already caught. Besides, it wasn't entirely a loss: they got to kiss each other, which was definitely their highlight of the season so far. "I guess I'll see you later? With Jimmy next time?" Tango asked, his voice a husky whisper.

Scott nodded. "Yup! Though this time, we'd like some privacy." He glared at the interrupters who just smirked and put their hands up defensively. Scott went back to the Coral Isles with Martyn, while Tango went back with his team. As for Grian and Joel, they had a lot of news to spill to Jimmy.

For Scott and Martyn, their trip back to the Coral Isles was silent. Until Martyn asked Scott a very important question.

("Does he kiss well?"

"MARTYN!"

"I mean, you were gone for a while, and you seemed to enjoy it! It's a valid question!")

Meanwhile, Team T.I.E.S. was quick to tease Tango for his moment with Scott.

("So you like fish, huh Tango?" Skizz said with a smirk.

"Fraternizing with the enemy... I wasn't expecting it but it's an interesting twist," Etho chimed in.

"Listen... I can explain," Tango said sheepishly.)

After Tango and Scott became yellow, Grian announced "IT IS TIME FOR YELLOW PEACE!" in the chat. Tango and Scott spent the first hour of their yellow peace with Jimmy, giving him many of the kisses that he missed out on.

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Warm my Soul- Naga!Jotaro Chapter 2 (1/2) Study Master Disaster

Hey everyone, I thought I'd drop in and give at least half the chapter of 2 for you guys to have something to eat. I apologize for the lateness, a lot happened over Christmas and I've been stepping away from the JoJo community as a whole due to it. Things are rough here and I find I have little time to enjoy life, let alone write. Been dabbling on this chapter for too long and wanted to give what I have for now. Just know Im still here, just trying to find sanity and recover. <3 - Rhae

The wildlife in Jotaro's habitat was more diverse and intricate than you had initially thought. Upon further investigation, you realized how much effort had truly gone into making this home for him. Birds, lizards, frogs, beetles, bats, and all manner of things lived here. It was as if they had plucked a chunk of the Naga's natural habitat up and put it in Washington State.

Thankfully, nothing in there was severely dangerous that might harm the faculty or Jotaro. However, after nearly a year and a half of stable recovery, Jotaro had regained the majority of his weight and was almost fully recuperated. This meant most things didn't threaten him anymore, as he was now a wall of sheer muscle. No one could force Jotaro to do anything against his will, which was both a blessing and a curse as his care took on new rules and roles.

On one hand, this meant no more interactions like Angela's could happen. If he didn't want you there, you would know, immediately.

But on the other hand, this meant playing to his good side. If you could find it, since his distrust of people was only cemented after the big 'A' Incident' as your coworkers came to call it. Still, some people tried to push their luck with him some days, making him more quick to snap.

If fortunate, you'd escape with your bones intact but a few bruises. Those unlucky would be wearing a cast at minimum.

Kyoshi had warned you and others during Jotaro's recovery that healthy Nagas were some of the most dangerous Cryptids. Due to their bulk and sheer muscle, one would think they moved slowly. But that was not the case. Naga could move swiftly and quietly when motivated, crushing their prey with alarming strength that would only get stronger as they grew.

And they never stopped growing.

As if that wasn't bad enough, each Naga was equipped with potent venom strong enough to stop your heart in three minutes flat at a young age, with older Naga killing within forty seconds. When asked, Kyoshi refused to elaborate on how the venom worked, merely stating that: "Dead is dead, regardless of how you get there."

So, seeing as you had become Jotaro's primary caretaker, there were often moments when your mind would run rampant with thoughts of him lashing out at you in a fit of anger.

Though you knew in your heart that he wasn't like that. Jotaro may have been an odd cryptid. Silent, reclusive, and poor social skills all lined up to make him seem like a wall that would lash out at any moment. But you knew Jotaro enjoyed company that wasn't there to irke him and that he was polite and cordial to those that gave him respect. So you figured, after everything, the chances of him wrapping you up in his nine-meter tail and snuffing out your life while injecting you with venom were....minimal.

On a happier note, the herd of capybaras you had met on your second day in the man-made rainforest were joyfully friendly after several 'snack' filled encounters and would come trotting from their sunbathing spots to greet you every morning thereafter.

Perhaps a little too eager for snacks and their beloved 'scritches.' A word shared by the older veterinary assistant Tomoko Higashikata, who was typically tasked with giving you the healthier snack buckets on your way in after a noticeable weight gain had been noted in the animals. Jotaro always gave her a weird look when he decided to wait for you at the entrance and saw you talking to the woman. She never said anything out of place, just interesting facts about cryptids and animals, but you never had the guts to ask Jotaro why.

Some coworkers lamented their jealousy over your closeness to the snake man as time passed, and no matter how much you reminded them about Angela, they still flapped their lips in gossip. Eventually, you had given up as people would assume things with or without encouragement. Deep inside, though, you were glad to have broken the barrier between Jotaro and the world, regardless of how others viewed the relationship.

Like a lifeline, you were his bridge to civilization. Or so you hoped. But humility usually beat that thought into the dust when it reared its ugly head. You were never the type to boast or view yourself better than others. The world had enough of those kinds of people already. You just wanted to help in any way that you could.

So you began to delve into researching Naga in a subtle effort to find ways of helping Jotaro. One day, you asked Tomoko about Naga's, and she practically talked your ear off in excitement as they were her favorite. An interesting note of information from her was that Nagas typically are multiple species of snakes in one, Jotaro being a mixture between a Green Anaconda, reticulated Python, and the King Cobra. This explained his massive size, along with the type of venom he made and its extreme potency.

He wasn't so thrilled when you asked about his heritage, eyeing you with suspicion as he straightened during one of your morning walks. Two Toucans, one named Fruit and the other Loops, bounced on his tail in excitement, thinking it was time for treats.

"Why do you want to know?" he had asked sternly, glaring at you from the corner of his eyes.

"I just thought-" you hesitated, hands suddenly shaking as his shadow overcasted you. "Maybe it could help?"

Jotaro tutted in annoyance and had turned to you sharply. "Our deal doesn't include my past. Don't ask again." You shrunk down and nodded till he finally relented and continued the slither along, though he refused to speak further till you returned to his home to begin your work together.

The deal.

An accidental mishap, a sheer off-chance that somehow earned you a sliver of his trust. The Naga had caught you studying for a test during two-person care that had been initiated after Angela to prevent further offenses to the facility's residents. By being new to the facility, Jotaro had given you the benefit of the doubt of not being involved with Angela and that your care for him was genuine and not out of unwanted lust or illegal desires. While your coworker was on the phone in the next room, letting the doctors know that Jotaro had refused to eat or take his medicine again, it happened.

"What are you reading?" the Naga had asked you, causing you to jump in fright and launch the book across the room. The Naga frowned at your response, leaving you staring at him with your mouth wide open in shock.

He had never spoken before or deigned a reason to use words over hissing and growling.

Yet, there he was, asking about your homework. Stuttering, you tried to apologize, but Jotaro tutted in annoyance, "Just answer the damn question," he rumbled darkly.

While part of your brain went wild over what was happening, the other, more rational section was screaming danger and to flee. When Jotaro wrinkled his nose in disgust and turned to return to his nap, you blurted out: "Oscar Veilto's Domain of Earth and Air."

To your surprise, he turned back to you with curiosity in his eyes. "Odd book for casual reading," Jotaro remarked dryly.

"It-I'm studying to be a Domain Nurse," you tried to clarify, blushing as you looked away in embarrassment. There's nothing like telling your patient you're studying him as part of your school work to start a healthy conversation...

"What did you think of his assessment of Pheonix's in chapter thirteen?" he continued, asking casually, but Jotaro's eyes belied the interest that was gripping him.

"Well, I thought he focused too much on how they mated, rather than why. Being born full of mercury gives them very little time to adjust or adapt to a new way of making young. Spontaneously combusting alive in an effort to burn away their poison tends to leave little room for descendants to change and become more." You rolled your hand as you talked, making gentle gestures as you pictured the bird in your hands.

Freezing on the spot, you nervously look at Jotaro, fearing the worst for running your mouth. Only, he was gazing at you with an intense look. Observing you down to the details. Gulping, you go to apologize when he suddenly nodded in agreement. "Yes, deeply flawed observations on Veilto's behalf. It's pitiful that they still have it in circulation for newer generations to base even more flawed hypotheses on. And people still wonder why they went extinct....."

You could feel yourself gaping again at him in shock. It was the most Jotaro had ever talked...ever. All because you had brought in a biology book on Cryptids. Coughing as you reigned your expression, you hesitantly ask, "Do...you know a lot about Cryptids?"

Jotaro deadpanned at you, the monitor in the background beeping loudly before the end of his tail twitched. "Perhaps...." he murmured, sinking into his pillows as he cast his gaze away.

You hurried to apologize, but the opening had sealed shut, like the snapping of a bear trap, and Jotaro returned to ignoring everything around him like a rock with moss growing on it.

You thought it was an opportunity gone and lost. Trying to put it behind you, you focused on studying again after retrieving your book.

Then, to add insult to injury, you failed the test miserably the following day. It was almost comical.

Almost.

While you swore you wouldn't be caught dead studying for a test at work again, during your next dual caretaking of Jotaro, he practically sprung on you. Verbally, that is.

"Failed the test?" He had hummed in observation the minute your coworker had stepped out to grab more rolls of gauze.

Caught off guard, you merely turned to look at him, pen frozen above the report you were making. "P-pardon?" you asked, tongue tripping over itself.

"The test," Jotaro repeated, eyes narrowing slightly at you, "The one you were studying for." When you still stared at him in perpetual shock, he sighed deeply before explaining further, "Veilto's Domain?"

A sharp rush of heat hit your face as you blushed in embarrassment. "Is it that obvious?" you had muttered mostly to yourself.

Jotaro's lips quirked slightly, barely noticeable in your staggered state. "I know the emotional distress a bad test in college can do..." The Naga continued.

A short laugh escaped you at the insanity of such a comment. A Cryptid, talking to a human about college tests.

This was absurd.

"Must have been a horrible score," Jotaro noted, eyeing you up and down again, forked tongue escaping his mouth to taste the air.

He had never done that before.

The opening had returned.

Your gut clenched in warning, but your heart chimed to you in a soft voice.

'Go on, tell him," it said.

"Twenty out of a hundred," You sighed in defeat, looking down in shame. Jotaro huffed, a strange noise from his frail body that made you worry.

Looking up at him again, you tried not to pry or seem desperate to keep the conversation going. He clearly had trauma from something, which meant you could only lead him so far out of his prison which was his mind and body.

Several minutes passed, and you feared that the opening had clamped shut on you once more. But then, "Who is your teacher?"

Eyebrows knitting, you looked around to see if this was some sort of prank. "Mr.Garauange," you answered.

Jotaro's eyebrows shot up, "That old wrinkly toad is still alive?"

"Unfortunately," you rubbed your temple just thinking of him. "Most bitter man I've ever met. Feels like he enjoys watching you suffer."

"He does," Jotaro answered with a snap of his jaws. You blinked twice in confusion before he waved your concern off. "I was under him for almost four years before he gave up on teaching 'my kind.'"

"Were you.... the one that got away?" you hesitantly asked, your fingers becoming clammy at the braveness of the question.

Jotaro laughed. Actually laughed. Dark and thrumming even in his weakened state. "Is that what he named me? Good grief, he couldn't come up with something more subtle....or original?"

Shuffling slightly, you nervously giggled at his joke, unsure how else to respond. The Naga fell silent, eyes distant as he became lost in thought. "Does he still allow a single retaking for failed tests?" Jotaro questioned, focusing his attention on you once more. You nod, and the Naga smirked devilishly. "Good, hand me your book," he grunted as he pulled himself up on his bed.

Now, you blanched in horror. "Why?" you demanded in fear, clutching your book to your chest like an elderly woman with their purse.

Jotaro snorted and huffed twice as he settled into a better reading position, "I want to play a little game on the toad." Extending an arm, he made a grabby motion. When you opened your mouth to refuse, he rolled his eyes and his hand. "Humor a sick cryptid." Looking around wildly, you expected some show host to come out and exclaim that you were just punked.

Or whatever they called pranks these days.

When nothing happened, a hot flush made you realize a drop of sweat was rolling down your face. Inhaling deeply, you thought to yourself, was offering a simple book and getting educational help from a nearly extinct species that hard?

The answer was yes, yes, it was.

With a herculean effort, you stepped forward and cautiously handed the book over. Jotaro took it from you respectfully, his massive hand holding the human-sized book like a small notebook. Carefully, Jotaro pulled it in and nestled it in front of him. A sneer crossed his face, "Personally edited by the toad himself... Good grief, I take it he expects you to take his words as law?" He opened it with the tentativeness of someone risking getting bitten.

You let Jotaro read for a few minutes, apprehensive as he glossed over the chapter you had marked for reconsumption. "Fae, huh?" he remarked after turning a few more pages. "Easy to get lost here. They range from pixies to faries and even changelings. Do you remember which one he chose for the test?"

"All of them..." You say softly as you rub your arm and look away from his piercing gaze.

"Of course he did," Jotaro sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. "Asshole."

Hearing him swear threw you off a bit, making you jerk back to gape at him with puzzlement. A smidge of understanding hit you. Like switching shoes to ones that fit better, not perfect, but less tight and restrictive. You watched in silence for a few minutes as Jotaro perused the book.

#jotaro kujo #naga!jotaro #warm my soul #chapter 2 #jjba fanfic #jotaro x y/n #jotaro x reader #Alive i swear im alive!#half a chapter update

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justsomeclintasha · 1 year

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Clint closes his eyes, sinking back into the comfort of the couch. He’s tired. Tired of reading the subtitles. Tired of not being able to hear the coffee maker. Tired of having to lip read conversations he doesn’t catch most of.

Tired of feeling left out.

It’s been three days. Shield, as advanced as they are with everything else, takes forever to repair his hearing aids, and Natasha isn’t even here to keep his mind off it. She had texted him earlier to let him know her mission is over. She’ll be home tomorrow. He misses her.

Lucky pushes his head onto Clint’s lap, sensing his frustration, and he scratches the dog gently under his chin. He could just ask Tony for help.

Useless, his father scoffs. Deaf and stupid.

He swallows.

All you’ll ever be is a burden.

His throat is tight.

Lucky nudges closer, but he stands, making his way towards the lab before he can change his mind. His heart is hammering in his chest.

“Shut up,” he whispers to the voice in his head. Predictably, he doesn’t get an answer. A slight panic starts to set in as he finds Tony splicing two wires together.

Hey birdbrain. What’s up?

The text appears on a holographic screen in front of him. It bothers him more than it should.

“I need-“ He clears his throat, wonders if the volume is right. “Can you make me a pair of hearing aids?”

Tony spins his chair and reaches in the cabinet behind him. He tosses a slim purple case. Clint opens it to find a brand new set of aids already in there. He slips them in his ears. It takes a few moments of adjusting, but they’re good, better than the ones Shield gave him last time.

“Sound okay? Got a few extra sets in there if you ever need. Stuck with purple cuz I know you like it but there’s a sweet silver glitter pair for next time you have to dress up.”

Clint drops into the chair across from him, hands suddenly sweaty.

“Why?”

“Why what?”

“Why did you.. you don’t have to make accommodations just for me.”

“You say it like it’s a problem. It’s not.” Tony glances up. “You’re not,” he emphasizes. He sets the wires aside, twisting a spare piece between his fingers. He can be patient when he wants to be.

“I wasn’t always deaf,” he says finally, like an admission.

“You weren’t?”

“You’ve read my file.”

“Nope.” Clint stares at him. “Never saw any reason to. Jarvis ran a background check initially and decided you passed. That’s good enough for me.”

“There is no way I would ever pass a background check.” Tony grins.

“Well, okay, he may have overlooked some stuff, but he’s a good judge of character.”

“I uh.. didn’t have a great childhood.” Clint waves him off as he opens his mouth to interrupt. “Dad was always drunk. Beat the hearing out of me when I was.. eight. Scariest thing to wake up and not be able to hear your own voice. Lots of hospitals and people asking questions. If one doctor got suspicious we bounced to another.”

“You don’t have to hide anymore.”

“Always felt like a burden.”

“You’re not.”

“I’m working on it. Just get caught up in my head sometimes,” he mumbles, awkwardly running a hand through his hair. A soft scratching noise has them both looking towards the door. “Sorry, just Lucky. He knows he’s not allowed in here.”

“Jarvis, let him in.” Lucky bounds over and sniffs Clint’s hand experimentally.

“I’m alright, buddy.” Satisfied, the dog moves to Tony, who pulls a bag of treats from the drawer and gives him two. “I knew he was gaining weight! I thought it was Steve the whole time!”

“He’s a good boy,” Tony defends. Lucky’s tail thumps loudly against the desk, and Clint can’t help but laugh.

“Yeah he is.”

#clintasha #clint barton x natasha romanoff #clintasha fanfic #tony stark #clint barton

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little-pondhead · 1 year

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Rejected Threads Pt. 1

[This is a series where I post the bits and pieces I decided to cut out of their final fics due to various reasons. I welcome anyone who wants to pick this up and make it their own. You do not need to ask for permission to use it, but I would like to be tagged in whatever you make. Just so I can see it :) ]

[Everything here is unedited and may ramble at times. Enjoy!]

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Okay, so maybe Danny still had a thing or two to learn about being a ghost. It’s not his fault, really! Being dead doesn’t exactly come with a pamphlet introducing you to the afterlife! Although if his friends were here, they’d just berate him, saying this whole issue could have been avoided if he used his common sense, not his ghost sense. Which is fair. He’d give them points for that.

But come on. How was Danny supposed to know about the GIW’s latest invention? Honestly, it felt so cliche that Danny wanted to smash his head against a wall. He’d been hit by a shrink ray. Except it didn’t work right on ghosts, because it was made by normal people who’d never even seen a drop of ectoplasm in their life, so instead of shrinking him it de-aged him. He looked like a four-year-old! Ancients, he was never going to hear the end of this from Jazz.

Well, that was if he ever managed to make it back home.

Right now, he was leading the rogue government agents through the streets of some damp city jungle, swinging through gargoyles and avoiding blasts with a few nudges from the city spirit here and there. A few pedestrians screeched from the ground level and had to dive out of the way of the GIW’s armored van, but Danny was confident they wouldn’t be seriously hurt. A constant stream of energy was flowing between him and the city spirit, giving the spirit the strength needed to pull civilians away from the fight with a few shadowy fingers. In exchange, Danny was suddenly living life in the third person. He could see for miles around him, feel the heartbeat of the city underneath his fingertips, and hear the quiet whispers of children and shades settling down for the night. The city spirit was everywhere and had no problem lending their senses to Danny so he could get away. He knew he’d have a headache later from overstimulation, but right now it was a godsend.

From his enhanced view, Danny saw one of the agents lean out of their van, raising a gun toward his shadowy figure. They fired. He dodged. Is this how flies felt? Everything felt way too slow, and he could run circles around them with ease. Maybe once Amity’s spirit developed more, they could lend a hand like this one was. It was incredibly useful, if not draining. He probably wouldn’t have been hit by that stupid shrink ray in the first place if he could see behind him. Ope, Danny refocused his thoughts, almost missing the next swing. He should be paying attention more.

Where should I lead them? Danny asked the city spirit.

The spirit took a moment to reply, struggling to form human words. North. To the park.

Gotcha. After a moment, a thought crossed his mind. What’s your name?

…I am Gotham.

Nice to meet you, Gotham. I’m Danny Phantom.

Danny. The little king of the stars.

“What? No!” Danny was so startled by Gotham’s words that he really did miss the ledge of a building this time, falling like a dead weight for about twenty feet until he caught himself. He still stumbled as his feet hit the pavement, but it was a lot better than becoming a smear. Danny glanced around frantically, but there was no one on the street and he was still invisible. He could hear the screech of tires a few blocks away, almost missing the turn as the agents tried to follow him.

Now that there was some semblance of a plan in place, Danny needed to keep these guys on his tail rather than lose them. The shrink ray put off some very nasty vibes, which is how the GIW was tracking him, but maybe they could use a little guidance. Danny rose into the air once more, and at Gotham’s prompting, shot an ectoblast high into the sky, letting it explode like a firework far away from any buildings.

The Bats will notice, but this is the only way. Gotham remarked. It was getting easier to understand them the more they talked. I will hide you if it is your will.

Green eyes tracked the process of that damned white van for another two blocks, just until Danny knew their scanners would pick him up once more. Then he was off like a rocket, starting their little game of tag all over again as he led them closer and closer to the menacing grove of trees in the distance. Who are the bats? He silently asked.

The Bats. My knights.

You have knights?? That’s so cool. Danny panted, swerving to the left. His form flickered for just a moment, putting him onto the visible spectrum for a mere second before he was gone again. Don’t worry about me, I’ll hide myself for now. Once they’re gone from your borders. You should rest after this, I can feel the strain this has on you.

Little king is tired as well. Keep your strength.

Nah, I’ll be fine, Gotham. You were kind enough to offer me refuge until I figured things out. The least I can do is take care of my host.

Hm….

Gotham’s mind retreated from his own for a moment, pulling back so he could focus on the fight. Danny appreciated it. He finally reached the trees, shadows extending to greedily pull him into the depths of the park. Danny obliged, letting the shades and wayward spirits guide him toward the center of the property. The GIW was still hot on his heels, plowing down vegetation like it wasn’t even there. A ripple ran through Gotham like they were waiting for something, and Danny almost stopped to see what the issue was, but Gotham just kept nudging him along. Danny trusted the other spirit and floated silently next to a gnarled and crooked tree that stank of chemicals and twitched whenever he turned his back. Beyond the tree was a vast patch of land filled with mutated plants and dense fog that Danny definitely did not want to breathe in. There was a broken down and shabby glass greenhouse in the distance, the source of the plants and fog. Well, this was as far as Gotham wanted him to go, so this was where he’d make his last stand.

The GIW agents tore into the clearing, skidding to a stop a few meters away. Out climbed three men, guns charged and already pointed at him.

“Reveal yourself, Phantom! We know you’re there!” One of them, Danny remembered him as Agent R, barked. His gun was the biggest, and Danny was sure he’d be the hardest to dodge. Gotham shushed his thoughts, calming his nervous core, and told him to wait. To stall.

Stall for time? He could do that. “You’re so mean!” Danny flipped upside down, fading into existence. He gave the men a sharp grin, one too shark-like to be human. “We were having such a fun game of tag! Why can’t we keep going?”

Agent B, a short guy with a bright red mustache, stepped forward and jabbed his weapon toward Danny. “This is not a game, ghost!” He squeaked. “You are in violation of section two, paragraph three of the First Anti-Ecto Act. By order of Agent Alpha, you are hereby under arrest for unlawful-”

Danny snorted. “Sorry, Agent Alpha? What, is his first name Chad? Is his boyfriend’s name Omega?”

“His name is Mike Foxtrot! You insensitive bastard!” Agent B spat.

“Agent B!” The third man, who was probably their leader, slapped a hand down hard on his subordinate’s shoulder. Danny didn’t blame him. This was the most information he’d ever managed to worm out of them in less than two minutes. He mentally pats himself on the back for the new record.

“Listen, guys.” Danny raised his hands in faux surrender. “You may have turned me into a preschooler, buth-” He blushed violently. He bit his tongue, ruining the intimidating effect he was going for. “But I can still kick your ass seven ways to Sunday. Whaddya say we leave it at this for now?”

“Absolutely not, Phantom.” Agent R ordered. “You are to come with us quietly or we’ll be forced to use extreme force.”

“Extreme force?!” Danny shrieked, losing his smile. “You already use extreme force! I’m a fucking kid, you psycho!” Rage built in his chest, and green made his vision swim.

Let it build. Gotham urged. Let yourself cry.

Danny sniffed, still ranting. “And now that I’m an even smaller kid, you want to arrest me?! What did I even do wrong?”

“You are a class 7 ecto-entity, Phantom. Your very existence is illegal and dangerous.”

Danny let a few tears drip from his eyes, falling onto the weird plants below. A few flowers twitched out of the corner of his eye, turning to face him like a human would. The trees surrounding the cleaning seemed to lean in, looming ominously as their roots thrashed under the dirt. They were trying to reach for something, but Danny didn’t mind it. Gotham whispered that the plants were no danger to him right now, so he just kept working himself into an emotional frenzy. “I DIED!” He cried. “IS BEING DEAD A CRIME NOW?!”

Gotham shivered. Wail. They instructed. Danny did.

“WHY DO YOU KEEP HURTING ME?!” His scream echoed throughout the city, carrying all the pain and anguish he could muster on such short notice. The connection he had to Gotham strengthened for those few precious moments, supplying him with enough energy so he wouldn’t pass out and transform. He did, however, collapse into the crooked tree, barely noticing how the branches seemed to cradle his limp body. The agents were blown back from the force, tumbling head over heels as their weapons were lost in the wind and their van tipped over. The nearest trees suddenly burst forth with staggered movements, surprising even Danny. Dirt was thrown everywhere as roots reached up to grab the men, restricting their movements to an almost painful degree.

This whole thing was so unexpected that Danny just kind of sat there, being cradled like a baby by the creepiest tree in existence, listening to Gotham’s victorious hums as the GIW agents struggled against their new bonds. More roots took on a life of their own, twisting and bending their way through the van, smashing all the equipment, and tearing apart weapons without hesitation. It was just so bizarre. Small footsteps from behind made Danny’s ear twitch. He glanced over his shoulder.

Approaching him from the fog was a beautiful woman who looked like she’d been made of plants herself. Her hair was a startling red, similar to Jazz’s, and her skin was such a rich and vibrant green it couldn’t have been body paint. Strands of ivy and flowers of all sorts were woven into her hair and clothes. Danny almost pegged her for the reincarnation of Gaea but thought better when he felt none of the Realm’s influence in her soul. No, this was a mortal woman who felt more like a daughter of Undergrowth than Sam ever did. He didn’t feel afraid, however, and instead allowed the tree to lift him to eye level with the woman.

Pamela Lillian Isley. Gotham whispered excitedly. My precious gardener.

“I am Poison Ivy,” The woman declared. “What are you doing near my lands, kid?”

Danny rubbed the tears out of his eyes furiously. “Sorry,” he sniffed. “I just-they were-” He broke out in hiccups, and couldn’t complete his sentence.

Poison Ivy, for her part, was curious about this obviously meta kid who’d stumbled across her beloved greenhouse. It wasn’t hard to feel the disturbance from all the way across the city, and her pace doubled when she felt a child’s tears fall onto one of her ferns. She didn’t despise children, and so had no plans to hurt whomever she found. But she knew that the fog surrounding her precious greenhouse was toxic. Then she’d arrived just in time for the kid to let out the most inhuman cry she’d ever heard. It was full of anguish and pain, shaking her to the core. It sounded like the kid was dying. She wasted no time capturing the three men who were hunting the kid, using the roots of nearby oak trees to give them a little squeeze. As an afterthought, she also destroyed their equipment and van. Everything looked a little too high-tech for her liking. The kid looked worn out, dazed, and exhausted. She made sure the tree he was in held the boy gently while he stammered, struggling to answer her question.

“They don’t like me. They -hic- keep trying to hurt me.” Danny finally managed to settle on a response. Poison Ivy gave the three men a deadly stare. How could they hurt such a tiny kid?!

“Well, I don’t know how to help you kid, but I can direct you toward one of the Bats. They’ll probably take you home.” She said, still staring straight into the eyes of one of the men. He seemed especially uncomfortable with the vines wrapped around his torso.

The kid shook his head adamantly. He floated gently upwards, an apology dripping from his lips. “Sorry, but I’ll find my own way back tonight. Feel free to do whatever you want to those men, they’re mean to me so I don’t care. And thank you for your help, Miss Isley.”

Startled by the use of her real name, Poison Ivy turned back to where the kid had been floating, but he had disappeared without a trace. Because of course he did.

She sighed, turning back to her prisoners. “Now what should I do with you?” She asked to the empty air. The only response she got was a rustle in the wind and a grunt of frustration from a man with a red mustache.

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Final ficlet can be found here: Kicking Names and Taking Ass, All Before Naptime

#rejected threads #danny phantom #dp x dc #dc x dp #dpxdc

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a-shape-changer-in-winter · 2 months

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hard to articulate, but 2024 has just felt like this constant state of mourning and drudging

I've called my senator so much about a ceasefire he wrote me a personal letter that directly accused me of being anti-semitic, and I've been in another drawn-out lawsuit with health insurance over continuation of care ; as they try to drop a med I need for my auto-immune disorder every year. There are no alternatives/generics, and WITH insurance, it's $25/day. So I keep returning to Solnit's latest essay on lithub, mainly this excerpt:

A common source of uninformed despair is when a too-brief effort doesn’t bring a desired result—one round of campaigning, one protest. Or when one loss becomes the basis for someone to decide winning is impossible and quitting—as if you tossed a coin once and decided it always comes up tails.

And while I know she's right about persistence, I also know my efforts (and a lot of others' efforts) have persisted. We've dedicated years (decades even) of our lives attempting to fix structural and societal failings, and it feels less like progress and more like slow violence where you're holding a line. Still, the ground under you is moving backward. I know Solnit has dedicated more years to these changes than I've been alive and made a much [much] broader impact, so I know she has something to teach me. Still, maybe I don't like the answer she's giving, akin to Jon Stewart's: “The work of making this world resemble one that you would prefer to live in is a lunch pail fucking job, day in and day out, where thousands of committed, anonymous, smart and dedicated people bang on closed doors and pick up those that are fallen and grind away on issues until they get a positive result, and even then, have to stay on to make sure that result holds.” AKA: you're gonna carry that weight; you'll keep pushing that boulder. You look good when you're tired. You look like you could go on forever.

For me, at least this year, perhaps the missing component is tenderness. I've been trying to write my final piece (part 4) and I keep crying because we all need it and I think, we have less to give because we (aka I) haven't made enough room for it this year. fuck, I didn't realize that you can't just leave room in the middle for god to rush in; sometimes you have to make that room - and I haven't been doing that. I've gotta make room for the divine and the unexpected, or else it won't find its way into my life.

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bratshaws · 2 years

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goodness gracious 39. brb x oc

a/n: *me noticing I'm about to hit 40 chapters on a fic I didn't even plan on getting this long* oh good golly.

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pairing: plus size!oc x rooster

warnings: fluff, mildly suggestive content, protective Rooster

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He considered what he should do by the time both were in bed, his arms wrapped around Beatrice’s body a bit tighter than normal, his eyes open and alert with the account’s random numbers repeating in his mind. It was so odd, so odd how stuff like that was happening with Beatrice.

It got to a point he decided to get out of bed, kissing her sleepy form on the cheek and letting her know he’d be right back. He quickly grabbed his phone as he left his bedroom, adjusting the sweatpants on his hips as he unlocked the phone to open Instagram. Besides the comments of support from his friends and the likes from people he knew, he checked to see if something similar to Bea was happening to him too.

It could all be a big coincidence and his gut could be wrong. Maybe it was just a bot account in the end, that was all. He flicked his eyes over the names, swiping down until he reached the likes from weeks before…no sign of that account. He opened his DMs, checked the requests and deleted the ones from girls he clearly cared nothing about, chewing his lower lip while keeping his eyes on the phone.

Bradley placed his hands on his hips as he paced in his living room, Jolene’s head lifting from the couch, placing her chin on the back rest to watch him move. He sighs, rubbing his eyes with the tips of his fingers before looking down at Jolene, the side of his mouth quirking up in a smile as the pittie’s tail wags back and forth on his couch, creating a brushing sound against the fabric.

He scratches the back of her head, chuckling when the pitbull closes her eyes in delight, huffing happily at the attention while he slipped his phone inside his sweatpants pocket, the weight making the elastic drop a few centimeters, exposing more of his hip bone to the cold air of his apartment. Bradley decides, while looking down at Jolene’s big brown eyes, he’d give Shells a call once he takes the pittie out for her morning walks and get some answers about what’s been going on if the blonde could answer him.

With one final look at his phone once he pulls it out of his pocket, he pets Jolene goodbye and goes back to his room where Beatrice’s hair is the only thing he could see from under the covers. Not being able to hold back his smile, he walks around the bed to the other side and slips under the covers, wrapping his arms around her waist from behind and burying his face on her hair. “Where did you go?” her question catches him off guard, her body moving so it’d turn to face him.

“I thought you were asleep.” he replies, tucking the messy strands of hair behind her ear as she looks at him with her half open eyes. Beatrice hums, moving closer so that her cheek is pressed partially against his pillow.

“I was.” Bea says with her voice low, rubbing her face with the hoodie’s sleeve, her eyes partially open as she continues staring, “What woke you up?”

He didn’t sleep a lot exactly, “Just lost sleep.” He didn't elaborate for obvious reasons, rubbing the side of her face with his thumb, “Nothing to worry about.”

Beatrice hums, wrapping her arms around his neck to get even closer to him, inhaling his scent while trying to keep herself awake. Bradley chuckles silently, rolling on his back and bringing her with him so she’d straddle his hips, his hands sliding down on the slope of her lower back to rest on top of her butt, “Mmh, you sure?” she asks, giving up on trying to keep her eyes open and just pressing her cheek to his chest.

Rooster smiles, running his hands through the length of her hair and being careful of the sleep tangles by the ends of the brown tresses, gently untangling them with his fingers before repeating the process, “I’m sure.” he says, kissing the top of her head, “No need to worry, okay?”

Beatrice moaned sleepily, tucking her hands between his chest and hers as she always did, inhaling quietly, the soft gust of air cooling his skin, “Mkay...” she murmurs, “Don’t want you worrying though...with…stuff…”

God,his heart was going to explode, “I know, pretty girl.” she hums happily, nuzzling her cheek even more against his chest as he pulls the covers up to her shoulders, kissing the top of her head. Beatrice’s body relaxes on top of him and he feels her breathing slowly get even, with one final sleepy sigh before she’s finally out cold.

He waits a few minutes, just watching her sleeping form on top of him with a little smile. It boggled his mind how someone like her, so sweet and kind, was treated like shit for so long by people who clearly were idiots. Like her ex. He doesn’t know what exactly Eric wants, especially now that Beatrice is in a relationship with him, but he will definitely keep an eye out for anything weird that happens.

Rooster feels his own eyes weighing closed, the sleep finally catches up to him and he lets his eyelids slip shut, wrapping his arms around Beatrice’s waist before he’s fully asleep. He doesn’t dream, at least he doesn’t recall any when he opens his eyes the very next morning, blinking himself awake with Beatrice still on top of him, neither of them moved during the night.

The sunlight is faint but visible through his curtains, his chest expanding as he yawns quietly, scratching his jawline with the hand not holding Beatrice’s waist and frowning when he feels the stubble already forming. He had to shave after he took Jolene out. He grabs his phone from the night stand, wincing when the bright screen hits his eyes before he focuses on what time it is.

“Seven in the morning.” he mutters to himself, rubbing his eyes with his fingers as he inhales, then blinking hard while putting the phone away. Beatrice hums on top of him, rubbing her face on his chest before he hears her yawn quietly. His eyes are already on her when she lifts her head, blinking up at him with still sleep covered eyes, her brows crinkled together in confusion, “Hey.” he rasps out, groaning deep in his throat as he fixes himself on the bed, “Mornin’ gorgeous.”

“Morning…” she replies, clenching her eyes when another yawn comes out of her, rubbing her eyes with the blue sleeve, the hoodie partially on top of her head covering her mussed up hair, “Time is it?” she slurs, still trying to gather her surroundings.

“Seven.” he says, “Just checked it.” He loved how confused she always looked when waking up, with her eyes squinting and lips pursed, rubbing her face with a hand or pulling the sleeve up to cover her fist so she could wipe the sleep away. Beatrice moans tiredly, folding her hands on top of his chest to rest her chin on her knuckles, blinking heavily.

“Seven a.m.” she repeats softly, voice distorting with a yawn, smacking her lips and blinking hard so she’d be more alert, “We need to get up.” she says, not moving at all. Not that he complained, he just smiled, pulling the hoodie back so it’d rest on her upper back and he could touch her brown tresses.

“In a little bit. I’m in no hurry.” not when she was so comfortable on top of him and he wasn’t bothered by it “Did you sleep well?”

“I did.” Beatrice says, still holding her head up by her folded hands, her eyes still had the glaze of sleep over them but she was slowly waking up, “Did you? I remember you woke up in the middle of the night.”

It’d be foolish of him to think she’d forget about it, even in her drowsy state. It also warmed his heart how his well being was one of the first things in her mind, “I did, I promise it was nothing for you to worry about.” she hums, pushing herself upwards so she’s closer to his face, running her thumbs on his jawline, caressing the scar there over and over, following the indentation on his skin while the beginnings of his stubble gently scratched her finger .

Beatrice continued the gentle petting before she looked back into his whiskey colored eyes, “You know you can tell me if there’s something bothering you.” she begins, “You don’t have to keep everything in.”

Yeah his heart was definitely going to explode.

Rooster tsks with a smile, “I know,baby. I know.” he whispers gently, rubbing her chin with his index and thumb, “And I appreciate it.” he trailed his finger up to rub the pad of his thumb against the little crease between her eyebrows that always showed up when she was worried. He felt bad about not telling her why, but he didn’t want to trigger her anxiety by saying that there’s a possibility her ex is acting up and trying to get something out of her.

Beatrice’s eyebrows relax and she smiles, grabbing his hands to cup her own cheeks, closing her eyes blissfully as his large palms warm her face. She blinks her eyes open with a little smile, holding his hands up by his wrists but she recoils when he leans closer to her mouth, “Roos, no,” she laughs, covering her mouth with the hoodie’s collar, “I have morning breath.”

“Funny you think that’d stop me,” he smirks, “Plus I’ve kissed you in the morning many,many times. That never bothered me.” he drops his hands from her face to wrap around her waist, making Bea gasp in surprise when he rolls them over and pins her down to the bed. “And guess what?”

“What?”

“I’m going to kiss you again, right now.”

She’s laughing when he presses their lips together, now her hands are on his cheeks, humming happily as their lip lock intensified. Beatrice wrapped her arms around his neck, bringing him even closer than before, sighing out when he lowered himself between her legs and his hands went down enough to reach the edge of the Navy hoodie and the string of her pajama pants.

He quickly undid the green brow that kept her pants tight against her hips, tugging it down enough for him to slide his hand under it and rub her thigh. Beatrice moans quietly, lifting one leg to wrap around his hips, then the other, but she immediately widened her eyes when she tried to lock her ankles. The pain wasn’t intense but it jolted her like a warning shot, her noise of complaint made him stop and pull back to look at her bandaged foot sliding back onto the bed, “Shit, baby,I’m sorry.”

She shakes her head, “Don’t be.” she says with a little smile “You weren’t the one that lifted my leg, Roos. It’s not as bad as it was before, but I don’t want to risk it.” he understood, of course, pecking her flushed lips one last time before he straightened himself on the bed, seated on the edge of his mattress.

“Here.” he pats his sweatpants covered thighs, “Lemme see it.” She pushes herself up to a sitting position to prop her foot on top. The sound of the velcro being opened followed by Bradley lifting it up just enough to see if that movement changed anything. He gently prods her ankle, looking up at her to see her wincing just a bit “Well, I don’t think it’s gotten worse.”

Beatrice nods, watching him wrap her foot back up before a soft giggle escapes her lips, making her boyfriend look at her in question, “It’d be a weird thing to explain to the doctor.” she says with her smile widening “That the reason I am not fully healed was because I was making out with my boyfriend.”

Rooster’s eyes drop to her foot then back at her when she couldn’t help but laugh, trying to cover her mouth with both of her hands, “Oh, my God you are so cute.” he groans, removing her hands to kiss her again, swallowing her laugh before they break the kiss, pressing their foreheads together, “But it’d be a weird thing to say. Worse, it’d mean I couldn’t be close to you because I’d be a risk to your health.” he chuckles then, standing up from the bed to fix his sweatpants and shirt.

The brunette bites her lower lip, dragging her eyes down to his butt then back up, “You don’t have to do that to be a risk to my health.” she says softly, shrugging innocently when he looks over his shoulder with his eyes narrowed.

“Careful.” he warns with a smile “We don’t want to make that joke a reality.”

“Don’t we?”

He loved when she got a bit bolder, biting her lower lip with a smile, “I’m going to take Jojo out on her morning walk and you,” he leans over her, kissing her slowly with just enough tongue to make her whimper, “You are going to be right here and wait for me.” She laughs against his mouth, pecking him one last time and reaching for her phone on the opposite nightstand, telling him she’d busy herself while he’s gone. In the meantime he slips his own phone in his pocket before he walks out to the living room.

Jolene was already sitting by the door, her tail thumping vigorously when she saw Bradley approaching, patting her head fondly as he unlocked it. Jolene was trained to go around without her leash and she liked being close to whoever was taking her, so he didn’t have to worry about the pittie running away once they got outside.

He leaves his apartment with Jolene who does what she has to do before they repeat what they’ve been doing most days. Jolene already knew the way by heart, she knew there was a large palm tree down his street that she liked to scratch her butt against, then bark at the few birds that would be on the leaves before sniffing around the sidewalk.

Rooster tosses the doggy bag on the trash bin outside his building, before pulling out his phone. He didn’t have Shell’s number, but he had Bob’s and ever since they got together it was hard for the two to be apart. While keeping an eye on Jolene, who now was partially hidden inside a bush of wild flowers with her tail wagging, he brought the phone to his ear, waiting for Bob to pick up.

“Hello? Rooster?” comes his friend’s tired voice from the other side, “S’the matter?”

“Hey Bob, sorry to call you so early.” the sandy haired pilot says, digging his hand inside his sweatpants pocket, “Is Shells there? I wanted to talk to her.”

There’s a pause on Bob’s end, being followed by a muttered ‘Shells?’ that the only way Rooster could hear it was because Bob was so close to the phone. He hears Bob’s footsteps as he walks out of a room “Sugarpuff.” He hears Bob say, “Rooster wants to talk to you.”

“Rooster? Now?-- thanks honeybug- Hello?”Shells’ voice is a bit quieter than normal, probably to not startle Bob too much.

“Hey, sorry for calling so…early in the morning on a Sunday. But I wanted to ask you some things about…you know who.”

Silence is his answer, but then he hears a chair scraping over the tiles and bare feet taking him away from wherever she was, “What about him?”

“Is there a possibility he’d have a red truck?” he begins, “With a bulldog decal on the trunk?”

“A red truck? Nah, that’s not his style at all. But that was very specific to be just a random question.”

Bradley looks back at Jolene to see she was now sniffing the sidewalk intensely, tilting her head when she sees a bug running away from where she was, “In October, during Halloween, I saw a guy with a red truck looking at me and Bea when we left the supermarket. Then another time during one of your practices.”

“What did he look like?”

“Like an off brand Vanilla Ice with longer hair.”

Shells hummed on the other end, “Yeah…I don’t know who that is. Eric looks like he was a Greaser from the 50’s or something like that but he does a terrible job at it. I have no clue who that could be.”

Maybe it was wishful thinking that he thought it’d be Eric, but something inside of him told that it was connected to him. He sighs heavily, rubbing his eyes with a frown, “...well, it was worth asking. Now I know who to look for if he ever shows up.”

“Yeah, don’t forget our deal! Beat him up then call me so I can too.”

Rooster chuckles, “Yeah, Shells, I didn’t forget. Thanks again and sorry for waking you guys so early.”

“Oh it’s fine, now I’m too fired up to sleep again– you know what that means honeybug!! Bye Rooster, tell Bea hi for me!”

She hangs up the call before he can say bye, which makes him pull the phone back to stare at the screen for a few seconds before the picture of Beatrice smiling appeared instead. He felt his own lips quirk up in a grin of his own, sliding the phone back in his pocket as he called Jolene to go back.

On the way back to his apartment he couldn’t help but wonder: if that wasn’t Eric, who would it be? Was it possible it was all a big coincidence? He made a mental note to keep an eye out for the truck, if it showed up again at a place where he and Beatrice were together he’d do something about it. Because after two times it stops being a coincidence and it becomes a very suspicious activity.

He unlocks his apartment for Jolene to enter first, being greeted by the smell of fresh coffee followed by the sound of Beatrice humming from the kitchen. He pushes the door shut, coming up to his kitchen to see Beatrice already seated and sipping her morning coffee with what was left of Shells’ pastries on a plate for the two of them. “Interesting, I thought you were supposed to wait for me?”

She smiles sweetly, shrugging innocently yet again, “I felt like I could make us coffee now that I’m feeling a bit better.” she says, handing his coffee mug over, “And be productive.”

“Baby, you are healing, plus I thought I’d pamper you while you were here?”

“You are doing that,” she replies, running her fingers through his hair and grinning when his eyes drop shut with a happy sigh, “But I wanted to repay the favor a little bit.”

Rooster opens his eyes to watch her, her eyes now awake and her hair roughly combed by her fingers probably but she looked radiant. Her cheeks flushed a light shade of red as she dropped her hand to his cheek, rubbing the stubble growing there then drops it down to her lap. God he loved her so much. He just wanted to make her happy and keep her safe the best way he could, however he could. “Don’t you get tired?”

She blinks in surprise, tilting her head “Tired of what?”

“Being so damn pretty?” His reply only made her cheeks darken and her smile widened enough to show the white of her teeth, a soft giggle leaving her lips. She puts her mug aside, cupping his face in her hands to kiss his lips, caressing his cheekbones with her thumbs.

“You are,” she laughs again, “Too smooth for your own good.”

“So I’ve been told.” he quips back with a quick arch of his brow and a smirk, “Only want to see that pretty smile over and over again.” he grabs her by the waist, lifting her from the chair so she could sit on his lap, nuzzling her neck once she is there. He just wants her to be alright, he wants her to have no fear when it comes to them, no doubts, nothing at all. He wants that ex of hers to learn a lesson and know that he lost the most amazing,sweetest and kindest girl that ever existed.

Beatrice hums happily,hugging his neck and dropping her temple to his shirt-covered shoulder, closing her eyes with a grin, “You are succeeding.” she says, folding her arms on his shoulder to rest her chin on top, squinting her eyes at him, “You know, you don’t look so bad with a stubble.” he arches his eyebrow waiting for her to continue, “I love your mustache, don’t get me wrong…but I think I like seeing you like this too.”

Rooster’s chest vibrated with a quiet laugh, his hand coming up to rub against his stubble after she said it, “I don’t mind it sometimes but I don’t like letting it grow too much.” He is still touching the hair bristles. “Plus I’m used to taking care of one type of facial hair for a long time now.”

“How long have you had your mustache?”

He looked up to the ceiling in thought, huffing out a laugh, “Oh boy, uh…I think I started growing for real when I was seventeen? That was around the time it got really nice and I managed to take good care of it. Plus it made people think I was a lot older than I actually was.” That and the fact Bradley grew from a skinny teenage boy to a full wall of muscle in the short span of two years, being the first boy in his class to sprout chest and facial hair.

He grew to be taller than his father was, as his mother commented one day while checking his size on the doorframe of their kitchen. Bradley didn’t know how he gained that amount of muscle mass considering he wasn’t going to the gym that often as a teenager. His mother said it was the good genes from their family tree and while he was taller than his father, Carole said the difference between the two was minimal.

Beatrice asked him what his time in school was like and he thought about it for a bit. “Well.” he licks his lips, still considering his words, “It was okay, I mean. I had a few friends, I had a few girls I liked, but I got in trouble a few times.” like the time he beat the shit Russel Ford in for telling shit about his mother. He remembers someone dragging him away from Russel’s bloodied face, kicking him in the stomach before he was far enough from the other guy. Russel never messed with him again after that. Then there was the time he picked a fight with one of the jocks who were messing with some of the band kids, one of them was his friend Todd, and he stepped in.

Was he outnumbered? Yes.

Did he think about it? No.

He forgot how many times his mother was called to the school and everytime it happened he felt much smaller than he was. He didn’t want to disappoint her, but he was also very angry and he couldn’t figure out what to do with his anger, so he had to let it out in some way. “I had a few friends there, but we lost contact after graduation and after I joined the Navy.”

“Do you miss them?”

“I mean…” he makes a face, “I had a fun time with them during my school years but, I don’t know if it’d be the same if we saw each other again now. You know? We all changed.” he shrugs, finishing his sentence then looks down at her, “What about you?” she blinks up at him, “What was your school life like?”

Beatrice, unlike Rooster, didn’t keep the smile on her face for long, her eyes dropping to the side, “It was…” she pauses for a few seconds, “It was something. I guess that’s a way to say it…I wasn’t uh…I didn’t have a lot friends in school besides some girls from the volleyball team, my middle school friends kind of ditched me when we got to high school and–” her eyes stare at nothing for a while and her eyebrows lower as he recalls memories she got used to forget, “And I was bullied a lot for a good chunk of high school.”

He feels guilty for bringing that up, “...I’m sorry Bea, you didn’t deserve that.” but to his surprise her dazed off face melts into a little smile and she shrugs in response.

“I… can’t go back in time and change what happened. I’ve actually forgiven my bullies.”

“...you did?”

“Yeah.” she shrugs again, “We were all…kids, teenagers, we knew nothing about life and consequences. You know? Why should I keep the anger of a sixteen years old me? It doesn’t mean sometimes I don’t remember moments and scenes and I don’t get mad again, but I got tired of letting them control me even after I was out of school.” she smiles a bit more, “You go through certain things, I think, because…you have to, so you come out stronger in the end. It doesn’t always work and sometimes you get frustrated, but you do come out stronger than before.”

She finishes her explanation with the same brilliant smile, leaving Rooster completely speechless yet again. He doesn’t know how she does it, he doesn’t get how, but if he was bullied for the amount of time she was he doesn’t know if he’d have the same mindset. But Beatrice was amazing like that, she was…a good person inside and out, she really did forgive her bullies then proceeded to give him a life lesson in the same breath.

And, well, she wasn’t wrong was she? After everything he’s been through he managed to get where he is now. Of course there were some hiccups along the way and there were moments he genuinely asked himself if it was even worth it. It was, of course, everything was worth it.

He got the job he’s always wanted, he had Mav back in his life after years of anger towards the only father figure he had left…and he had the girl. Not any girl, his girl. If it wasn’t for his choices, he’d never become a pilot, he’d never go to the Hard Deck and see Beatrice there one night and never forget about her. “...you really are something else, aren’t you?” he asks softly when Beatrice lifts her head to meet his eyes, “You are so amazing,Bea. And brave.”

She chuckles softly, dropping her gaze for a second then bringing back to meet his eyes once more, “You did call me brave before.”

“I mean it, I really do… you are honestly a better person than I am when it comes to shit like that.” he laughs softly, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, “You didn’t deserve to go through what you did go through, that I can say with finality. But you just–I don’t know how you do it. I don’t know how someone as sweet as you exists.” he narrowed his eyes then, “Unless…you really are an angel.”

She knew he was joking by the way the corner of his mouth lifted when he said that, but that didn’t prevent her blush from getting stronger “I’m not. I promise.”

“You sure because, I don’t want God to strike me with lightning or anything because I’m dating one of His personnel.”

“Oh my God,” she laughs, shaking her head, “You are…relentless.”

Rooster’s smile turned soft, “For you? Yeah, absolutely.” he coos, bringing their lips together in a sweet peck.

#bradley rooster bradshaw #rooster bradshaw #bradley bradshaw x oc #top gun maverick #bradley bradshaw x reader

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septimusmoonlight · 3 months

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Anonymous: Imagine you're a young demon or witch who's been doing favors for a while in Exchange for peoples first borns, only you didn't realize that the ones who hadn't already conceived their first borns are all starting to now, and they're all magically appearing in your womb as they are conceived. You've been doing deals for a few years now, hopefully you haven't bitten off more than you can chew

Oho, I like this idea~ I’m going to switch it up a little, though…

I’ll choose demon here. I’m just meandering around the nice isolated cave I’ve turned into my mountainside home, and I pause to admire myself in the mirror - I am rather handsome, ifI do say so myself, and my arrow-tipped tail only adds to the charm. My horns, while nothing massive or extravagant, still spiral away from my head in an elegant way, and I take a moment to adjust my hair around them before moving on to the bookshelf I’m planning to rearrange.

I’m idly wondering which side of the shelf a specific potted succulent should go on when I suddenly feel a strange heaviness drop into my lower abdomen. I pause with a frown, wondering what the hell that was - and then another weight falls, and another, until I realize what’s going on. This is the start of all of the firstborns that I’ve accepted as bargaining chips over the years, arriving in my womb instead of their human parent’s. I wonder, disoriented, if all of these people just happening to be conceiving in a row, and then I figure that it’s just my comeuppance for using magic so flippantly - magic does come with its costs, after all, but I didn’t forsee this.

I stumble over to my bedroom as my belly starts growing, visibly. I wonder why the children are maturing so fast, but then I remember that I’m a demon, and demon-children aren’t even born most of the time; there’s a ritual that has to be done to bring them into existence, but I guess I’m just bypassing it, and their sudden manifestation during a ritual is just turned into this massive baby bump when pregnancy is substituted in. I suppose that, if I were a human witch who had made all of these deals, I would have time to get used to all of these children, to decide if I even wanted to give birth or not…but no such luck, and here I am on my hands and knees in bed, my midsection hanging heavier and heavier.

I live alone and my cave is pretty isolated, but I still lean down and bury my face in the pillows just in case someone happens to pass by, bracing myself for the first baby. Demon children are stronger than human young, with more developed instincts, so I don’t even have to push for the first child to start fighting its way out, kicking and squirming in a way that I find uncomfortably pleasurable, my eyes rolling back in my head at the feeling of it stretching my cervix so vigorously.

Even while the first one is still fighting its way out of my pussy - which is, strangely, wet - I still feel more and more children being deposited into my womb, my belly pressing comfortably into the bedspread. The first child slides out of my body, and I don’t bother to do anything with it, knowing how strong young demons are - but I hardly get any time to admire the sensation of my cunt gaping open before the next baby starts scrambling to get out. I moan into the pillows as I push, relishing the stretch as it forces me wide open, and I cum at the sensation of it slipping out fully, clenching tightly and shivering in pleasure. The next one doesn’t appreciate the delay that my climax brought, and is already trying to get out before I’ve even come down from my high - but I don’t even care.

I’ve made many, many deals over the years, and I haven’t even kept track of them all. I have no clue how long I’ll be stuck like this, or how big my abdomen will get - but, as another demon child thrashes its way out of my body, I figure that I don’t really care at this point.

#Originally posted September 17th 2020 #asks #anonymous #my writing #nsft text #patreon.com/septimusmoonlight #birth #impreg #preg #constant birth #constant preg #forced birth #demons

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n3onstarss · 1 year

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TMNT boys x terror bird yokai reader

reader can kinda shift between fully anthro yokai and more feral looking, for context reasons

Raphael

Ohhhh he's TOTALLY down bad. down horrendous, even

like, this man is the definition of a brawler on the team, but having a S/O who can take care of themselves in a fight

let alone a S/O who's species is made for hunting/fighting

just turns him to absolutely putty

especially if you have a softer side outside of fighting villains

cause, this person he loves can somehow be rage fueled and the most loving person ever?? at the drop of a dime? teach him your ways. /lh

definitely runs his hands through your feathers when y'all cuddle

the texture is nice and he's borderline never felt real feathers before, besides the down that rained from broken pillows after pillow fights-

will be small spoon if you're even a little taller than him, there's no fighting it. half an inch height difference? less? who cares. he's small spoon, period.

which is nice cause it proves he trusts you enough to be vulnerable and let you be the protector for once

lots of beak kisses and beak-to-beak boops

at first he's afraid to cuddle and crush you, but eventually you both take turns flopping onto each other and every opportunity. spikes and beaks be damned, you're GETTING those cuddles and so is he

Leonardo

bro BEGS you to let him ride on your back into battle

just once!

if you give in, you never hear the end of his exaggerated stories

Buddy doesn't even spoon

he just flops on top of you and passes out

down horrendous, period.

tall (probably-), strong AND he somehow bagged you? he firmly believes he peaked /lh

seeing you in battle? badass.

constantly bragging about you to Hueso, who doesn't believe you exist for a long time

until you suddenly roll up to Run of the Mill for pizza night

Leo definitely draws all over you if you let him, cloaking brooch or not

honestly doesn't care for the cloaking brooch, just loves seeing you however you prefer

he's just gonna.. hang off you sometimes. arm around your neck and make you support his full weight. eventually he learns he can just flop across your back whenever you're less anthro and chill and bam, new fav resting place

Donatello

this man can't decide if he wants to bite you, study you under a microscope or just stare at you forever u til he magically figures it out (affectionate)

what is he trying to figure out?

good question.

definitely makes you tech if you let him

and if not? makes little metal armor bits for the tip of your beak and claws, sharp and strong to help in battle

you're probably one of three people who can break him from his spirals

a single disapproving gaze and he is running to actually take care of himself for the first time in days.

i mean, gave you ever seen a shoebill stork mad?? now imagine that with a giant, carnivorous murder bird

little spoon but face to face, only way he accepts cuddles for the LONGEST time

absolutely tries to french braid your feathers to the point it becomes a stim when you're both just there, you're gonna end up with braided racing stripes from eye to tail someday

man you GOTTA just pick him up and hold him at some point. at first he'll dangle like a soggy kitten but after a while he mellows out and gets comfy.

make sure to check it's okay first, because he might fall asleep or it might be a no touch day, you'll never know until you know

Michelangelo

hhhhhhhhhhh bird

that's like the one thought in his head 40% of the time during battles

can't really process that that's.. y'know, his S/O, fighting villains and tearing shit up at first

DYEING FEATHERS HELLO

buys hair dye and prays it works on feathers, and it does! maybe. he uses the fast wash out stuff so he can do it again sooner

if a feather falls out and is given to him? (in passing or as courting) he makes a necklace out of them. he's got a little golden chain with a big ass feather on it that he wears sometimes for 'good luck'

cuddling is big, he's the smallest of the brothers and you're so fucking tall, he's gotta be touching you nearly constantly

if you're touch adverse he'll try not to, but sometimes he slips and grabs your hands or jumps into your wings Scooby Doo style

brags about you to Draxum. who, like Hueso, doesn't believe your real until he meets you at a family dinner.

He's a little cautious at first, worried about scaring you off or offending you, but once he learns you really don't care he uses you as a personal jungle gym. almost always perched on you somehow

#yeah no im not tagging this rn #its 3 am and i need sleep sordy #tmnt x reader #rottmnt x reader #mikey x reader #michelangelo x reader #raph x reader #raphael x reader #donnie x reader #donatello x reader #leo x reader #leonardo x reader

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telli1206 · 1 year

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Promise Me

Surprise @callous-and-misunderstood! I’m your @descendantsgiftexchange Secret Santa 😊 I’m so sorry this is late, I was asked to step in to gift you a little late in the game. But I do hope this angst/fluff Isle Jaylos fic is good enough to make up for the lateness. You deserve the best! I hope you had a wonderful holiday!

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Looking back, Jay knows they made a mistake.

Planning to arrive at the docks before sunrise wasn’t a bad idea, per se. They had to try to be first to get their hands on Auradon’s after-Christmas spoils. There’s no better haul, especially when it comes to the heaps on heaps of food that are piled in it, all better quality than the usual, barely edible waste that’s dumped on the isle the rest of the year. This is all clearly party-level shit, with random herbs and plants lying all over it for garnish, along with the occasional gold and fancy dinner plate or serving tray. It was considered the feast of the year for any and every Isle-goer.

And Jay, Carlos, Evie, and Mal were all on track to arrive for the shipment early as hell. Half of the Isle was still sleeping, and they were going to have their pick of the delivery. That’s a win, for sure.

But maybe cutting through pirate territory wasn’t their best plan of action. Though it’s undoubtedly the fastest way to get to the docks, it’s always guarded. Uma doesn’t let even a second pass without someone from her crew keeping a lookout on every corner. Ignoring an easy route to opt for what they thought would be the fastest was the start of their downfall and ultimately the reason they’re being chased right now.

It didn’t take long for Jonas to spot them just outside an alley, and his shouts alerted most of the crew, including Gil, and of course, Harry, who never turns down a chance for a chase. Especially when it’s Mal’s group.

Harry looks crazed in the dulled orange haze of the early morning sunrise. He’s cackling like a wildman and swinging his sword every which way, forcing Gil and Jonas to dodge its blade as they try to keep chase next to him. And between Harry’s ruckus, Evie’s wails, and Carlos’ screams, the commotion they’re making is enough to wake up the rest of the Isle before they even reach the docks.

It’s not like this is new, though. Truthfully, this type of interaction is pretty much standard practice anytime they risk an encounter with the pirates. And it could have easily ended like all the others, with little to no bodily harm and leaving them plenty of time to collect when the shipment arrived. So, Jay really had no reason to worry. Yet.

It’s when Mal decides to cut across a frozen portion of the water, a move Jay’s sure she thought would be the best way to quickly shake the pirates off their tail, that it all goes terribly wrong.

They’re not paying attention to the strength of the ice. But Jay realizes that far too late to do anything about it. He feels the solid surface giving way under his feet as he runs, and when his heel breaks through for a moment he falters, stumbling himself closer to land as his feet scramble for purchase on ground that can hold him. When he finally steadies himself on a piece of rocky shore, his eyes are already frantically searching the ice.

He sees Evie immediately, less than a foot away from him. She’s already sprawled onto her stomach to spread out her weight, and Jay can easily grab her by the hand and slide her back in. She gives him a grateful, weak half-smile as her fingers grasp tightly to the exposed earth.

When Jay’s head shoots back up, he breathes a sigh of relief at the sight of Mal’s body arcing in the air, landing just a few feet ahead on frozen ground.

He’s about to smile as he makes a final scan with his eyes, until he finally catches sight of Carlos…and his heart drops.

It’s only a split second before Carlos disappears under the surface. Jay doesn’t even hear the ice break, but he’s gone and there’s a hole where he was standing. And Jay is already running.

His heart is thrumming so loud in his ears that he can’t make out the sounds around him. There’s a dull ringing that he can only assume is Evie screaming, but he only hears it for a moment before his body is disappearing in the shock-ice-cold of the frozen water beneath them. His body almost forgets how to move once it’s submerged in the frigid temperatures, but he forces himself to kick his way down, his arms pushing away debris and tiny ice chunks as he goes.

He knows Carlos sank like a stone. He’s never learned to swim. He’s never had to, like most of the kids that are trapped on an island with little to no access to the surrounding waters.

Jay’s grateful now that he decided to teach himself so he could gain better access to trinkets or cargo lost in the water. It was a bonus trick he thought he could use on occasion, to be able to grab extra bits for Jafar and the shop. It’s come in handy quite a few times, but never more so than in this moment.

He’s been under for a good minute now. His legs are starting to fail and his lungs feel like they could burst. He keeps his lips pressed as tightly as he can, flailing out his arms everywhere to feel for anything he could grab onto. The water is so murky he can barely see in front of his face.

He knows that finding Carlos might be a one-in-a-million shot, but there’s no way he’s giving up. He’d rather die down in the dirty depths of this disease-ridden water than even entertain the thought of never making Carlos smile again. Or hearing his laugh, which always starts off soft, but builds in heartiness the harder Jay works for it. Or looking into the deepest, darkest most soulful brown eyes he’s ever seen, that could take his breath away every time if he let them.

Maybe I should have let them, Jay thinks now, since his breath is almost gone anyway. Colors are swirling behind his eyelids, and he’s feeling faint. He knows this might be his last chance, so he gives his legs one last hard kick, stretching his arms out as far as they’ll go in front of him.

And he’s rewarded with a thick sleeve. He’d know that leather anywhere, with thick buckles at the wrist to keep them tight, and an extra loop inside to hold Carlos’ switchblade.

Jay almost shrieks with joy, but fights the urge to avoid swallowing in water before he can get Carlos to the surface. Once he’s sure he has a fully supported grip on his sleeve, Jay starts to pull them upward with all the strength he still has left.

It’s a slow trek, hindered additionally by the fact that Jay’s heart feels ready to give out. His body’s moving on instinct now, his one free hand digging through the chunky ice water while his legs kick at a steady pace. It seems like an eternity, but when his fingers break through to frigid air he exhales a deep sigh of relief, and tugs a now wriggling Carlos up to the surface.

The boy in his arms sputters and gasps immediately, and Jay is so elated he just wants to give him the most crushing hug, to feel his heart and breath alive and close to his chest.

But before he can do anything Carlos is ripped from his arms. His eyes follow his body as he starts to slide away on his stomach, Evie gripping him tightly by the wrists. Jay’s only focus is on them until he starts to feel a tug under his own arms. He’s too shocked to process what’s happening, and then he’s being dragged out of the hole in the ice. But he recognizes Mal’s grumbling tone right away.

“Fuck, you idiot! I wish you gave us a chance to help you. Thank evil you’re ok!”

She groans when she finally slumps them both back onto the shore, panting heavily. She slings Jay next to her, and he grunts when he rolls onto the dirt, his wet strings of hair tangling into the rocks and sand. He couldn’t care less though, he’s already pushing himself onto his hands and flicking hair out of his face, his eyes frantically searching the shore.

He spots Carlos just a few feet in front of him, sprawled across Evie’s lap. He can see his chest rising and falling heavily, sucking in deep breaths while Evie pushes the damp curls out of his face.

Jay exhales, his body physically relaxing at the sight of Carlos breathing. He barely hears Mal’s muttered, “You’re welcome!” before he starts to shuffle across the ice to them, still on his hands and knees.

“Jay!” Evie scolds, her eyes wide. “We need to get you both warm! What are you doing?!”

Jay ignores her, instead reaching for Carlos. It only takes him a few seconds to lift him out of her lap and into his arms, his neck and the backs of his knees cradled softly between Jay’s elbows.

His muscles protest a bit, and he groans at the resistance when he tries to straighten himself. The movement shocks Carlos to full consciousness, and he gasps and wraps his arms around Jay’s neck for support.

“J-Jay? What’s…what, are you d-doing?” Carlos head whips around, spotting Evie and then Mal, both motionless and gawking at them.

“Are…where…”

Before Carlos can finish his thought, Jay squeezes him tightly, pressing him as close to his body as he can, and suddenly breaks off into a full sprint. Carlos yelps, tightening his grip and gaping in surprise as the girls quickly disappear from his view.

“Jay! Put. Me. Down! I can walk!”

Jay just shakes his head and continues to run with Carlos tucked into him firmly.

“No, can do, ‘Los,” he tells him, turning the corner towards their hideout. “You need to be somewhere where we can warm you up. Don’t worry, Mal’ll figure it out and bring Evie with her. They’ll be fine.”

He glances down at Carlos for a brief moment, breaking into a smile when he sees brown eyes looking back at him.

“Just, relax. Ok? I’m gonna take care of you.”

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Carlos is groggy when he finally wakes up.

Slowly, he props himself up on his elbows, blinking at the soft, filmy light that’s filtering in through the window. Just next to it, Mal is sitting at the table, poking at something with a butter knife. And beside her, Evie is flopped across the same table, sleeping soundly. They both look…surprisingly dry. Wearing new, dry clothes and combing through their wet hair makes them look…clean, and fresh. As if their morning ordeal had never even happened.

And Carlos is surprised at how warm and dry he feels, too. He doesn’t remember changing out of his wet clothes. Actually, he doesn’t remember much after Jay brought him back to the hideout and demanded he stay put on the couch for the rest of the day. As much as Carlos wanted to voice his protest, his body wouldn’t allow for it. He passed out almost immediately once his head hit the cushions.

“Pup!”

Carlos is jostled from his thoughts when Mal approaches, hastily plopping herself on the couch and instantly launching into a thorough examination. Carlos grunts, pushing at her chest when he squeezes her chin and pulls him toward her, peering into his eyes and using her free hand to pluck up his eyelids.

“Mal, back off already!” He pushes against her chest again, and this time she falls back a little and releases his chin. Still, she’s quick to lean in again, one hand pressing on his knee to lift her gaze, her eyes continuing to skim appraisingly over his eyes and face.

“I’m fine. I swear,” he tries to reassure her. He places his hand over hers on his knee, but pulls back a little when he encounters something fluffy and soft, like animal fur.

Fur??

His head drops to his lap, completely unable to hide his shocked expression. There’s a literal fur on him! He starts to scoot himself away, careful not to touch it, until Mal’s arm shoots out and grips his wrist. She’s shaking her head furiously and tries to pull him back in.

“No! Carlos, it’s fake! Not real! Look-” she brushes her hand along the fur, then sweeps open his palm and brings it down to the blanket. It’s…bushy. And a little scratchy. It’s soft enough to mimic fur, but Carlos has seen enough of the real thing to feel confident that this…this isn’t it.

“It’s a fake fur blanket. Jay found it today at the docks.”

Carlos is still smoothing his fingers on the blanket, but Mal’s words make his ears perk up. He looks at her, furrowing his brow.

“The…docks?”

“Yeah! He went back. You know, after he knew you were-” she gestures a Carlos. “-well…ok.”

Carlos bites his lip, watching Mal’s weak smile, the hint of concern still in her eyes. He smiles at her, letting his hand rest back on hers.

“And I am, Mal. I’m ok,” he asserts, nodding at her and gently squeezing her hand.

Mal grins then, sitting up properly and offering another quick smile before casting a glance over her shoulder at Evie, who’s still sleeping.

“Oy! Princess!” She shrills suddenly, and chuckles a little when Evie’s whole body jerks and her head shoots up, eyes wide with surprise. “Pup’s awake, finally. Get your ass over here.”

Evie turns to Carlos, relaxing into a smile when she sees him sitting up and looking at her.

“Oh Carlos! Thank evil.” She moves quickly over to the couch, perching lightly on the edge of it, right next to Carlos’ hip. “How are you feeling?”

He shrugs and tilts his head to crack his neck, shaking out his arms and legs and giving his body a quick once-over.

“Fine, I think,” he says finally, giving Evie a warm smile. “I can’t believe I’m so…dry. And not cold at all. This blanket is amazing.”

Evie brightens, grabbing the blanket in her hand and stroking it between her fingers.

“Isn’t it? Jay did such an amazing job today. He got so many things! I can’t even believe it. Especially since he-“

She stops herself, biting on her finger and glancing away quickly. When she looks back, she forces herself to relax, giving Carlos a comforting smile.

“You know, since we got a late start today. And he insisted on going by himself. He wouldn’t even take Mal with him!”

“Stubborn bastard,” Mal mutters behind her, and Evie throws back a hand and pats her leg.

“Well, it all turned out fine, didn’t it? And he got some great food, too! Carlos, you have to see!”

Evie pops up then with an excited giggle, bouncing back to the table and grabbing a box sitting there.

“Look at this!” She shoves a cup into his hand.

Carlos frowns. It’s filled with a brown, mucky goo that doesn’t look appealing at all. But when Evie steadies it with her head and peels back the lid, a pleasant, sugary aroma fills his nostrils.

“It’s a pudding,” Evie explains. “I don’t know the flavor, Carlos, but it’s SO good. You’re going to love it! Just, try it!”

He perks a brow curiously, dipping a pinky into the cup to carefully scoop the smallest bit of the goo onto the pad of his finger. When it reaches his lips, he takes a tentative sniff before stealing a tiny lick with the tip of his tongue.

But even that little taste invades his mouth with a delicious sweetness. It’s sugary, smooshy, and possibly the most amazing thing he’s ever tasted. He’s quick to shovel more and more into his mouth, forgoing his finger and choosing to use his whole hand instead. His mouth is full and his fingers are absolutely coated with pudding when he hears someone clearing their throat loudly.

“Um, ‘Los?”

His eyes shoot up, and Carlos sees Jay, standing in the doorway with the quirk of a smile on his lips.

“So, I take it that means you’re feeling better?”

Carlos nods emphatically, smooshing pudding through his cheeks and doing his best to swallow it all down. He licks his fingers clean, wiping any remnants on his shorts as Jay approaches, his eyes focused only on Carlos until he’s standing right in front him. He barely notices as Mal grabs Evie’s arm to pull her away until the girl almost smacks into him.

But by the time Evie scoots away, shooting him an awkward smile and mumbled apology, he’s already back to watching Carlos intently. So much so that the boy can’t help but flush a little under Jay’s stare.

“Um, you’ve got…” Jay points at Carlos’ mouth, then ducks down to cup Carlos’ cheek in his hand. His thumb brushes his mouth gently, and Carlos’ eyes flutter at the tender touch.

Jay pulls away suddenly, and Carlos’ eyes blink back open to see him sucking the same finger into his mouth.

“Y-you had some pudding, there,” Jay makes a circle gesture at Carlos’ mouth, and the boy flusters instantly, wiping at his face with the back of his sleeve. But Jay grabs his hand to stop him.

“It’s ok. You’re good,” he says with a grin. He pulls back again and lets his hand drop. He just stands there for a significant beat, hovering over Carlos, as if wants to say, or ask, something.

Carlos smiles warmly and pats the couch next to him, a wordless invitation to which Jay immediately complies, sitting himself close enough so that they’re just barely touching.

“You-did you, change my clothes?” Carlos asks. “I just…I woke up so warm, and dry.”

“Yeah, I did! Eves helped me. Good thing we keep some stuff here at the hideout, right? I was afraid you’d freeze if we didn’t get you into something dry fast. I mean, I would have run to your house too if I had to, but it was easier-”

Jay stops when Carlos covers Jay’s hand with his own.

“I know you would. Thank you.”

Jay beams proudly, then looks down at Carlos’ hand. He turns his own to catch it, wrapping Carlos’ in his and moving to intertwine their fingers.

“I found this blanket, too, cause I wanted to keep you warm. It’s nice, isn’t it?” He touches the blanket and smiles to himself.

“And the food? I knew you’d like that pudding, but you’ve got to try the other stuff! There’s this cranberry sauce stuff that looks like jell-o but it’s actually pretty good. And I found some good loaves of bread too! And I got a shit ton of other cans of stuff. It was a pretty good haul, I think.”

“Yeah, that sounds great,” Carlos admits. His smile falters though, and he lets out a deep sigh. “I’m glad you were able to get all this stuff, even though I was a dumbass and almost drowned.”

Jay squeezes his hand tightly and purses his lips into a tight frown. “No! Don’t say that!” He blurts, shaking his head furiously. “That was NOT your fault. That could have been any of us. I almost fell through the ice too, right before you did! That was a stupid thing for us to do.”

Carlos’ lip trembles, and Jay reaches for him, pulling him close against his chest.

“Look, I’m just glad you’re ok. That’s all that matters to me. To Eves and Mal, too. Fuck, that was scary Pup.”

He strokes Carlos’s cheek, and then hooks his fingers under his chin to tip his head up to meet his eyes.

“I thought for a sec I might…lose you.”

He places a soft kiss to Carlos’ lips, which he quickly melts into, hooking a hand around Jay’s neck to pull him in for another. And another. After a prolonged minute, Jay starts to push Carlos down to the couch, but he’s stopped by loud grunts of protest behind him.

Carlos chuckles, his face turning red as he glances at Mal and Evie over Jay’s shoulder, sitting at the table just a few feet from him. He’s quick to plant his hands and push himself back upright, despite Jay’s disappointed groans.

“Look, we’re all glad Pup’s ok, Jay-Jay, but that doesn’t mean I’m down for some live porn viewing, ok?” Mal teases, laughing and lurching away when Evie swats her arm. “What?! You want to see it?”

“Don’t be vulgar,” Evie hisses. “But you don’t have to be mean, either. We’re just, all happy that Carlos is safe, that’s all.”

“Yeah Mal,” Jay tuts. “At least Evie’s ok with me showing Carlos how happy I am. Cockblocker.”

He sticks his tongue out at Mal’s fake gags, but smiles triumphantly when Evie finally yanks her up to drag her out the door. When the door shuts behind them, he turns back to Carlos with a winning smile and a wink.

“Now Jay…” Carlos starts, putting a hand to his chest. But instead of diving back in, Jay just clasps Carlos’ hand there, and starts to rub it softly with his thumb.

“It’s fine, you know I like fucking with Mal. You know we don’t have to do anything. But-”

His eyes trail down to Carlos’ lips, focusing on them for a moment before meeting his eyes again.

“Can you just, do one thing for me?”

“Of course,” Carlos replies instantly. “Anything.”

Jay smiles at that, his thumb still moving mindlessly across Carlos’ skin.

“Just, promise me you won’t die, ok? I can put up with a lot of shit on this island, but not that. I can deal with fucking anything but that.”

Carlos breaks into a wide smile, choking back a laugh of surprise. He can’t stop himself from leaning back in then, and pressing a firm kiss to Jay’s lips.

“How about, I promise to do everything in my power not to die, ok? But only if you promise me, too.”

Jay grins, and pulls Carlos in closer by his elbow until their foreheads are touching.

“You’ve got yourself a deal, Pup.”

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