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chequeredwhitpost · 4 years

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Episode One: Night Patrol.

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It was a long night last night. Study is a total pain in the ass. But hey, at least I had my best friend to help me out. We had a study-over. (Practically a sleepover, but only involving academics. Not our idea, I want to add.) Her name is Darci.

But now that I’m walking back into the school, I realize just how tired I really am. The school bell rings as I notice a crowd gathered in the courtyard. After that I notice Jim, Toby, Claire, Darci, and Mary gathered on the sidelines. I take a breath and approach them.

“Hey guys.” I say.

“Oh! Hey, Arya.” Jim waves.

“Sup, Lake.”

I look at Claire and instantly wince.

“Whoa! Claire! What is up with you?”

“What do you mean?”

“You do not look good, girl. You look sick as the plague.”

“I keep telling her to take a break.”

“You probably should.” I note, agreeing with Jim.

Mary walks up to Claire and grabs her wrist, pulling her away from the group.

“Look at the hot sauce that showed up at our front door, C-bomb! He’s from Arcadia Oaks Academy!” She squeals.

I cross my arms and roll my eyes. A second later, I notice Toby, Jim, AND Darci looking at me.

“What?”

“What? Aren’t you single?” Darci asks, “Shouldn’t you be over there, swooning?”

“Ok, first of all, just because I am single doesn’t mean I want to get out of that status. Secondly, he can’t be THAT much of a ‘hot sauce’, as Mary put it.”

I glance over at the big crowd of girls and watch Claire get pummeled. She falls and I roll my eyes. She should really take a break. I turn my head back to Darci and go to talk about last night.

“Hey, thanks for helping me with my Algebra.” I say.

“No problem! Thanks for helping me with my Spanish.”

“De nada.”

We laugh. Jim gets a sudden scowl on his face and quickly dismisses himself, going up to Claire.

Toby snickers.

“You sure you don't wanna swoon? He’s even making Claire swoon.”

“Ugh, Toby, did you not just hear what I said?”

I turn my head and gasp upon who I see talking to Claire and Jim. He hands Claire a flyer of some sorts and I am suddenly filled with happiness.

“Oh-shit!!” I say, running over to him.

Toby and Darci watch me run away and I hear Tobes say… “Wow, she sure changed her mind fast.”

“I know right? Weird…”

I run up to him at full force and jump at him, pulling him into a hug.

“Douxie!!”

He grabs me in his arms and slightly holds me back, to see who it is who’s just charged him.

Once he sees that it’s me, though, he smiles widely and gives me a tight hug.

“Arya!! Whoa, blast from the past! I didn’t know you went to this school!”

“Wait… You two know each other?” Claire questions.

I link arms with Douxie and pull myself out of his grasp.

“Oh, totally! We go WAY back!”

The goof next to me snickers.

“You can say that again.”

And Darci and Mary appear out of nowhere, noticing the -- now clearly-- Battle of the Bands poster in Claire’s hands.

“Claire! We should enter!” Darci suggests,

“We could be a cover band! Call ourselves…”

“Oh! Oh!”

They cheer the name together, “Mama Skull!”

They high five, but then I notice a familiar look on Jim’s face. He pushes past the girls and takes the flyer.

“I don’t know… you know, really? Mama Skull? I don't know. I don’t know…”

I look up at Douxie, our arms still linked, and we share a shrug.

“It’s the end of the school year, and we’re already pretty booked up with all those ‘after-school activities’.” Jim gives a nervous laugh.

But Claire snatches the flyer back out of his hand.

“Actually, a friend of mine told me I needed more balance.” She looks at Darci and Mary,

“Count us in!!”

“Kaboom!!” Darci cheers.

“Shotgun on vocals!”

Douxie nods to Claire, “I look forward to seeing you again, fair lady Claire.”

Claire laughs. I start to go with Douxie, but Darci and Mary clear their throats, as if I was just volunteered to enter their ‘Mama Skull’ with them.

“What?”

“What? Aren’t you coming with us?” Mary prods.

Oh no. I know that look in her eyes. She thinks this-- the linked arms thing-- is something between me and Douxie. Oh geeze. If I don’t go with them now, they’ll take that as confirmation-- which it is NOT! We’re just really close friends!

I give a noticeable sigh and undo our arms. I hug Doux one last time and bid him goodbye.

“We’ll catch up later, Ok?”

I pull out a pen and small sticky note and write down my number.

“And since I’m pretty sure our contacts have changed, here. My number.”

A slight squeal comes from Mary.

Nonetheless, Douxie takes it and shoots me a wink.

“Of course. Talk to you later then, Arya.” He walks backwards, giving a dismissive two finger salute.

I watch him disappear around the corner and a hand goes on my shoulder. It’s Mary’s. Typically…

“Ok. You have some SERIOUS explaining to do.”

“Yeah!”

“Definitely.”

I click my tongue.

“Two things. Why should I explain anything to you guys when we’re just friends? And two, when did I sign up for Mama Skull?”

“Just now.”

“And I’m not mad. I believe you’re just friends. But I’m mad that you never told us you had some SERIOUSLY HOT SAUCE friends!!”

I deadpan. Oh boy, here we go.

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(Lunch)

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I’m sitting down at our usual lunch table, quickly joined by the trio -- Darci, Claire, and Toby-- and Shannon and her best friend, who’s name I believe is Lauri.

Darci sits next to me on the end of the table--- on my right-- and Mary on my left. Mary practically slams her tray down on the table and looks at me with an expectant smile.

“Ugh. What now?” I groan, trying to get in my english notes from last period.

“Screw what you're doing! It’s time for gossip!!!” Mary shouts, practically announcing to the whole cafeteria that I have tea.

….

Which I do not.

“Do I even have a choice?”

“NOPE.”

Shannon looks at us, confused.

“Wait, what’s going on?”

Mary lets out a dramatic giggle, cupping her hands together.

“OK, so here’s the sip. You know that total cutie that was here this morning from Arcadia Oaks Academy?”

Shannon and Lauri nod.

“Well, turns out!”

Mary grabs my arm and shakes me back and forth violently. I know she’s excited, but there’s really nothing like that to be telling.

“It turns out that Arya here and the cutie KNOW EACH OTHER!!”

“Quit calling him that.” I grumble.

“Oh, come on, you don’t think he’s even a little bit cute?”

“Wha--!? Mary!”

“She’s blushing!!” Darci teases.

“Shut up!!” I stomp.

“You guys… You should really respect people’s love lives.” Shannon says, before looking at me.

“BUT HE’S NOT IN MY LOVE LIFE!!”

The girls all start cracking up. I swear them out in hawaiian.

“You guys are all lolo.”

“Yeah yeah.”

I sigh deeply and go back to my notes. But before I do…

“And could you please not call him ‘Cutie’? He has a name…”

“Ooh, I’d LOVE to know hot sauce’s name! Tell us!”

I glare at Mary.

“Jeesh, you said you’re just friends. That means he’s free game.”

“MARY!!! I SWEAR!”

I’m gonna strangle her…

“His name is Douxie.” Claire answers.

We all look at her, surprised as she fiddles on her phone.

“How do YOU know that?”

“I looked up his band. He’s the lead guitarist, and he sings.”

“Pft. I could’ve told you that.” I mumble.

“Douxie, huh? Douxie….”

Ok. That’s it.

I go to tackle Mary but Darci grabs me and holds me back.

“ARYA-- NO!!!”

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I walk out of the school through the front gates. Dropping my skateboard down on the ground, I step up one foot on the board. I plug in my earbuds and put on some good ol AC/DC for a play back home. I’m about to get moving before I hear someone call my name--- lucky them.

I turn my head around and see Claire leading the trio out of the school. I take out one ear bud.

“Hey girl…” Mary greets me, cautiously.

“What’s up?” I ask casually.

As far as I’m concerned, what I did at lunch was justified. So it never really happened.

“Well, we were thinking about meeting up to start Mama Skull tomorrow. If you’re free we could all get together and decide who does what?”

“I’ll do lead guitar, if that’s ok.” I shrug.

“Wait, you play guitar?”

“Excuse you-- I rock the guitar! But I’m gonna be in lockdown at my place tomorrow. I have to watch my little brother and stay home while my parents aren’t.”

“Oh, bummer.”

“Eh.”

Claire rests a hand on my shoulder.

“I’ll text you the final details.”

“Thanks… I guess. Oh! And I want at least one guitar solo!”

They humor me as they walk away. In truth, I’ll probably just end up signing myself up to go before them. I know it’s not really FAIR, but I don’t wanna just be in the background. If I’m gonna shred, I’m gonna SHRED. That better make sense.

I sigh, plug my earbud back in, and get home before mom calls me and chews me out.

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(Time Skip) | (Late at night.)

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I just finished studying for Senior Uhl’s Spanish exam in a few days when I hear my phone buzz. I check the screen and see an unidentified number’s text, and it’s a warm hello. Bet I know who that is.

I pick up my phone and reply.

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???: Fair Lady Arya, how are you on this divine night?

Arya: I was expecting Douxie, not Romeo.

Douxie: Nope, you caught me. Douxie at your service, m’lady.

Arya: M’lady? That’s sappy, my guy.

Douxie: I thought you liked Sappy?

Arya: I do.

Arya: So what’s up? You’re lucky to catch me. About to go to bed.

Douxie: Perfect timing then.

Douxie: So are you going to be in their ‘Mama Skull’ band?

Arya: Hey, you’ve done this stuff before.

Arya: Can I be in a group and on my own?

Arya: Because I was thinking of playing a solo shred on my guitar.

Douxie: Eeeehhh. It’s tricky. Some competitions forbid that- since if you happened to win solo and your group wins, well, it’s unfair.

Douxie: But I’m pretty sure this time you can shred solo and with a group.

Arya: Ok cool. That’s what I’ll do.

Douxie: So, got any plans for tomorrow?

Arya: Staying home. Gotta watch my lil’ brother.

Douxie: I see.

Arya: Buut, you’re welcome to come over if you’d like. To hang out, catch up, play some guitar together.

Douxie: I’d like that. And that’s a ‘please do’ on bringing my guitar?

Arya: Hells yes.

Douxie: Cool. What time do you want me over?

Arya: umm. If you want you could come over at as early as 10. Am.

Douxie: Sweet. Even though I’m not much of a morning person, I’ll set an alarm.

Arya: What time do you usually wake up?

Douxie: Late.

Arya: Funny. Ok, Doux. See you tomorrow. Heading to bed now.

Douxie: Sweet dreams, Lady Arya.

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(End Chapter One / Episode One Time.)

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I dont know if you guys couldn’t tell, but this is an oc-insert. Some episodes won’t be happening with what’s going on on screen with the show, so those episodes will be ‘filler’ eps/chaps.

Anyways, hope you enjoyed this!!

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roseyturtles · 5 years

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Frosted Glass Door part 3: Opened Up

Welcome back, and say hello to part 3 of my series based on @brightlotusmoon ‘s beautiful work. I hope the little cliffhanger I left you with last time treated you well. ;)

This is definitely the most metaphysical chapter I wrote, and I had to do quite a bit of research and rereading in order to get a good grasp on what this could be like, and some details are based on assumption alone. As stated in the first chapter, I’ve had very little experience with anything metaphysical myself, (though I want to gain more!) so if I get something glaringly wrong PLEASE do not be afraid to approach me about it.

I hope you enjoy!

Nothing.

Then...light.

Blinding white light coming from everywhere, going straight through you as if your very soul were a stained glass window. You wanted to squint, hide your face from such a powerful force, but nothing could be done. Nothing except absorb the immense power.

“(Y/N)? It’s okay. You’re safe now. C’mere, take my hand.”

The reaching feeling returned. You grabbed at it without hesitation this time, then, almost physically, felt yourself being pulled up. You still couldn’t see a thing aside from the light. You blinked and tried desperately to focus on something, anything. But the only sensation was someone holding your hand. Was...Mikey, holding your hand.

“Yeah, I mighta used too much energy helping you come in. But I couldn’t help it! You had dozens of layers. D.d.d.d.d.dozens. L.layers. It was hard to get through.”

You decided to focus on his hand, since that seemed to be the only thing anchoring you to...whatever this place was. What the hell even happened? All you could remember was something pulling you in, and then this light. But this didn’t even feel real. You laughed wryly, very close to convincing yourself you had just gone crazy watching Michel---

The thought train stopped abruptly. It didn’t feel like you were the one that stopped it.

“Hey, no.” A wave of gentle but stern warmth, and stability. “Nnnone of that. The lllast thing you are is crazy. C.craz---yyyou. yYyyyyYoul’ll lose the connnnnnection.”

Finally something green came into view. A three-fingered hand. Then a wrist. Then an arm. Then...a face, graced with brilliant cornflower blue eyes. Your own eyes widened, then filled with free-flowing tears of relief. You pressed yourself into your boyfriend’s chest and sobbed.

“Oh---oh god, Mikey, Mikey I thought I was going to lose you, I thought that---”

“Easy now, (Y/N). I’m not gone yet. I just need to find thththththe temmmmple. Problem is, I gotta know who I am first.”

This confused you. The confusion turned the entire sky a strange neon orangey-green. Were all your emotions changing the sky? Did these weird colors even exist? As if in response it subsided. You had bigger fish to fry, of course.

“What do you mean?” You wanted to say more but couldn’t muster the energy.

“The beam mmmmmmmessed with my DNA. It’s tttrying to takkkkke away the humann parts of me, which includesssss my brain. I could only rrrrreach you because of how much I’ve trained my tellllempathy, and because youuuu were my last thought before I projected.”

You listened intently, but had to go over the words over and over again. DNA. Human part of the brain. Telempathy? Projection? Mikey rolled his eyes.

“Yes, it’s real. American society doesn’t value it as much as others do, though, so scccccccientists have writttten it off as fake.”

“O-okay, okay, I believe you. But what do you mean, figure out who you are?”

Mikey felt sad and frustrated. Wait. It didn’t show, and emotions weren’t changing the sky anymore. How did you know that?

“Ttththe lack of oxygen is messing with mmmmmmy mmmemories and hhhhigher thinking. I ccccccccccame here to try and eescape that, but it managed to rrrreach. Now I’m tttttrying to think about yyyyyyou, about mmy brothhhers, my ffffrienddds, buut Iiii can’t bbring up anything. Aaaaandnn now ittt’s taking away my sssssense of identity. And nnnnot even mmmy guide can help me with thhhat.”

You glanced over at the elder Japanese woman, who nodded politely at you, causing maternal love to penetrate your bones. Then you reached out and tried to soothe Mikey, placing your other hand on his face. You didn’t want that stutter to get any worse.

“If...if you think I’m the best person to help, then...I’ll tell you. I’ll tell you everything.”

“Ttttthanks. Thanks, (Y/NNNNNNNN).”

You sat him down slowly. He searched your face, and you began to talk.

“Okay. Your name is Hamato Michelangelo. You’re a nineteen year old turtle-human mutant. You’re also an amazing ninja with mad nunchuck skills,” you start in, chuckling at that last quote. “You love comic books, video games, pizza, pulling pranks, helping people, and your family. Your brothers are Hamato Leonardo, Raphael, and Donatello. Your father was Hamato Yoshi. They, too, are ninjas…”

As you kept talking, color seemed to emerge around you. But this color wasn’t the immense, sky-filling color of emotions. No, these were slowly emerging shapes and forms coming in from beyond the horizon. Your words were putting the world of Mikey’s mind right back together. He started out nodding slowly, then laughing at memories, then eagerly looking you in the eyes as you gave him more and more knowledge. Eventually all of that melted into a look of pure, unadulterated love.

The spark you felt when you first fell for him---the twinkle in his eye whenever he tried to reassure you---none of that compared to the half-lidded gaze he was giving you now.

“...and we were about to play when Raph called us to Donnie’s lab. He told everyone about the Kraang suits. Apparently what happened next involved anglerfish and that ray you got hit with, so now you’re in the infirmary with your brothers and I. Once you wake up, I’m gonna order you guys a pizza, we’re gonna move Smash to your room---”

“---and I’M gonna kick your butt at it!” Mikey finished, laughing triumphantly, a miracle to your ears.

You grinned desperately, tears like pinpricks in the corners of your eyes.

“Y-yeah. Yeah. You’re totally gonna kick my butt,” you stated with a little gravel in your voice, bringing him into a hug. “Just. Don’t scare me like that anymore, okay?”

He wasn’t even looking at you, but that feeling returned. Instead of small strokes in your brain, however, this time the feeling was an overwhelming sense of love and serenity that engulfed your entire body like a cool flame. It was mere seconds before your eyes were dry and a content smile was on your face again.

“I won’t, babe. I won’t. Promise.”

You couldn’t help believing him as you pulled away, smiling almost sleepily.

“Is that part of your telempathy? You do that all the time.”

He grinned at you, bouncing a little bit.

“Sure is! Just one of my many talents,” he boasted, winking at you.

You couldn’t keep a blush from coming over your face...for more reasons than just that flirt. If Mikey could influence the way people felt, then what other types of powers could he have? And...oh, it was almost too embarrassing to even think. You had spent so long believing none of it was real. What if you just weren’t---then you felt his hands grip yours again.

“I’ll totally teach ya. You’ve got a natural talent for it anyways!”

You looked up at him, shocked, then giggled. You had forgotten he could read your mind in this...astral plane. Yyyeah. Yeah, that’s probably what it was called.

“Okay. Okay, I’ll be your willing student,” you laughed gently at him. “But first let’s get us both back to Earth.”

“Waaay ahead of ya,” he teases, and in the blink of an eye he’s a good twenty feet away, and running freely away from you. Even his guide was struggling to keep up. You jolt, then take to your feet and follow him.

“Hey, wait up!!”

Funny thing about the astral plane: The lack of fully physical sensation means you’re able to do a lot more with your body than you ever would’ve within it. Some part of you thought you’d be huffing and puffing to keep up with your love, but you were at his pace, and then catching up to him within mere seconds. His face was parallel to yours as the two of you raced to what appeared to be a giant box turtle with a sprawling village down below. Before you could reach it, however, Mikey tackled you and sent you both rolling down a hill. You clammered for purchase, finding only his shell, and held on like a koala. When the two of you rolled to a stop he pinned you by your arms with one hand and kissed your nose with another.

“That’s for pushing me earlier!” he teased.

For a split second you worried he had been holding back that tiny resentment the whole time, but the abject, silly joy on his face confirmed otherwise. You couldn’t help but giggle and squirm in response. He kissed you once more before helping you to your feet, taking your hand, and walking with you through the threshold into reality.

#frosted glass door #xreader #Michelangelo x reader #michelangelo #teenage mutant ninja turtles #leonardo #raphael #donatello

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somewheretoputmydirt · 3 years

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I know nothing about cyberpunk, I'm not a fan I just saw some of RTgame playing it and the chair made horny brain go 👀 so

V slid into the chair easily, leaning back into the familiar device as he mentally prepared to have his augments tapped into. Victor, he supposed he was like his doctor, placed himself down on the stool next to the chair, tapping away at a few things to prepare the process with a confident smile and movements that showed he'd done this a million times before.

"Jacking in" he warned before he expertly yet gently pulled the jack over and into the port to his brain. After a short bit of dizziness V's vision switched to a veiw of all the augments to his body and those he could change and update. He chuckled to himself at a passing throught and selected some augments for his arms.

"What's so funny?" Victor asked, his voice making V jump a little as he couldn't see him for the screen over his vision.

"Nothing" V tried to shrug but felt he couldn't as the feeling and movement in his arms had been shut off so the changes could be made. He blinked away the screen to look at Vic and see what was happening. "Just thinking about how weird it is that you just plug into my brain and see everything, do anything with some wires and a chair. I do so much crazy shit normally but right now I'm litterally helpless, look, I can't even move my fingers." V looked down at his hands, seeing round arches with little arms around his wrists, poking and prodding and changing things as he made an effort to move his fingers regardless. Victor snorted as he reached over and pressed down a finger for him, emphasising not only V's helplessness but how much more control he held. "Well it's not just the chair and some wires, it's the computer." Vic reached over and Patted the computer like an old friend. "This being plugged directly into your brain can do anything. I can pause the procedure like this" with a tap the little arms paused, leaving V with still paralysed arms "and I can turn on, off, up any feeling anywhere you have in your body. It only works when you're plugged in though, I can't turn off your pain forever which is something I've been asked before." V looked at him unbelieving before they shared a laugh

"So wait, any feeling up or down? What do you mean by that? Like emotion?" V probed, now curious and taking any excuse to talk to Victor. He'd become quite interested in the man and his work recently and since he was one of the few people he trusted no matter what he'd become quite invested in his friend. Victor seemed happy to answer at least "Well that too, though that's more complex, what I meant was the amount you feel, the sensitivity in a way. Take....your leg for example." He gestured to V's left leg, the one closest to him "if I do this-" a few taps on Vics keyboard and V's whole leg went almost numb "it turns the feeling down" and he rubbed his hand over his thy to demonstraight and V pushed down the thought of how intimate that would be if he could feel it. "Buut If I do this" with a few more taps the feeling in his leg came back tenfold and V found himself a little uncomfortable in his own pants for how intense the feeling of the fabric was around his legs "it turns the feeling up, see?" And like before he rubbed his hand along V's thy.

Except this time his hand drifted a little more inward, the intensity of the feeling was practically maxed out and V could only jolt and let out an embaressing sound that was almost a moan out as the feeling shot though his body and into his crotch like electricity. Victor quickly moved his hand away and up in a defensive position however his eyes watched carefully to V for his reaction.

V panted a little and forced his gaze to the ceiling. He was incredibly embaressed at his reaction, Vic was his friend, he shouldn't go moaning at just being touched! He guessed the intensity being raised made it not really his fault but it didn't help much that his mind could now only think about how hot and helpless he was, how Victor could basically control him and his reactions with a few button presses and how that really turned him on. Against his better judgement he breathed out a "shit.." but kept his gaze to the ceiling. Victor seemed to take this as a good sign and lowered his hands again.

"Intense, right? You doing okay there?" V only nodded in response, still not wanting to look directly at him for fear that Vic would see his hornyness and be weirded out. Unfortunately for him Victor, ever the doctor, moved over and gently put his hand on the back of his neck "Hey, you alright?" And moved V's face down to look at him. The gesture and the look of concern make V want to melt into his hands and he must have shown that on his face from the shift on Vic's from concern to confidence and knowing. V knew in that moment from the way his stomach flipped with warmth that he was fucked.

"Oh I see, got you a lil hot and bothered hu? Well not that I intended to but I have to admit, the look on your face is good on you, maybe you should keep it for a bit" Victor smirked and moved a hand back down his his leg, ever so lightly brushing his hand over the fabric of the inside of his leg, from the kee up ever so slowly, making V gasp and shiver as the same feelings, only slightly toned down, shook up his body. His eyes rolled back into his head and he was sure he would clench his fists if he could but as it stood his arms basically held him where he was, locked in place as to not disturb the still instruments that were supposed to be working on them. "Thats the one, man V I've seen you broken in my chair so many times and but this broken is deffinatly my favorite, I practically wanna break you myself~" the doctor purred, tracing but a finger up his leg so close to his crotch

"Fuuck! Keep talking and teasing like that and you just might-!" V gasped, he'd reason as a warning but internally he knew it was practically encouragement. He was close to begging to be broken, it had only taken a few button presses and some touches and he was writing for his friend to play with him on that very chair.

Victor seemed to get the message and pullednhis hand away, giving V a brief break.

"Perhaps, but I think you could bennifit from a few more things turning up to break you a little faster" before V could process what he meant his other leg lit up with sensitivity, followed by his dick and sourounding area. His dick was already straining against his pants at that point and now it was doubly sensitive the feeling of entrapment and almost friction was practically torture.

"Oh FUck-" V exclaimed brokenly, Victor only chuckling in response.

"Shit V, you look like I could touch you once and you'd be cumming everywhere!" V was ashamed that he let out a whine in response but Victor seemed to love it, catching V's eyes with hunger, like a predator completely in control and playing with his food, ready to pounce any second "we really need to talk about doing this again in the future, if you're okay with it of course." V nodded vigorously, he didn't think he'd been more into anything in his life and the possessive purr of "good boy" made him buck a little in his seat.

Seeming to have a little pitty on him Vic finally moved round to the front of v, placing a knee in between the space between his legs, not touching, just to lean closer and get a good position to touch V with both hands "now, if you want me to stop or slow down use the traffic light system, you know that one right?" Another nod "good, now just relax, and we'll see how quickly I can have you shaking~"

Apparently it took about a minute, Victor had started the gentle touches again at first but then it escalated to dragging the tips of his fingers up and down the insides of his thys which had V desperately moaning and bucking against the feeling, whining and moaning and trying so hard to hold onto the last of his dignity which really didn't last long as his desperation quickly grew to begging

"Please! Please please I can't take much more teasing i-AaaaAAA!!" He yelled as some fingers got so close yet so far to his crotch, practically at the connecting point between them. Victor grinned with that same look of confidence

"Wow V, I'm gonna take the fact you're breaking so easily as a compliment you know. So much and I havent even touched your skin, imagine if I was.." V did imagine and despite the fact he wasn't being touched at that second he whined and bucked again to the amusement of the other man "holy shit! You're practically adorable like this! Desperate and squirming, man I almost want to take pitty on you. Almost" V whined again, this time feeling himself start to tear up and jolting again as the fingers returned, this time a bit more aggressively, making him squirm and yell for more and less, making no words, only sound. Victors composure flickered for a moment, he looked like he wanted to dive in, bite and claim V like an animal, but he regained it in seconds, deeming this teasing more satisfying than instinctual wants and reappearing the action again. Once again V begged and this time Vicotshands drifted underneath his legs and all the way to the backed of his knees, making V's voice shift up a pitch in his yells to once he didn't know he could reach. "Now this makes me want to fuck you, I could bend you over right now and keep teasing you as I fuck you, breaking you even more. But not yet. I dont think you can handle that yet. In fact..." Victor moved his hands back onto the top of V's legs and slowly up once again "I really don't think you could handle much more of this. I think with juuust a little bit of..." one finger grazed over to V's dick and the slight touch drove him so wild he bucked into it and could only gasp, unable to make any other sound "...encouragement it won't take much longer before..." in his most wicked move yet Vic moved his head all the way down and kicked over the fabric over V's dick, almost pushing him over the edge right then and there. Victor managed to pull V's zipper down and get the head in his mouth and that was all in took for V to break. It felt like something had snapped in his head and instead of just rupturing though just his dick his orgasm shook his entire body, he screamed and his sensitive legs shook and spazmed, locking around vicotrs head at one moment, before letting go because the feeling was so much and trying to escape him while running through him at the same time. He couldn't feel anything around him, only pleasure and heat and Victor and for what felt like forever it just kept going.

Finally V slowly managed to process things again, he felt Victor move away, he felt the intensity die down to normal levels, he felt himself being zipped back up, all the while he just laid there and panted in a daze. He had his eyes closed and head tilted back, body feeling too exhausted to even try and open them.

"Wanna take a nap?" Victor offered and V only nodded wearily "okay, I'll get you a drink and a blanket yeah, just don't fall asleep before then." V tried to mumble 'no promises' I'm response but he was pretty sure it was unintelligible. Victor chuckled and sounded like he was moving to leave, only to stop, pause, and then move over to V again, pressing a gentle kiss into his forehead and squeezing his shoulder.

"Good job V. Rest well okay?".

After victor left V had a few moments of pause before he heard a different voice from Vic's somewhere else in the room

"Well, I was gonna say I wish I hadn't been here for that but actually I could stand to watch that again. He was right about the look on your face, you look like a cute little slut when you do that-"

V groaned and wished he could turn Johnny off as easily as his arms.

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