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gojos-thot-patrol · 8 months

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Starring: Frat boy! Sukuna and a (possibly) pregnant reader

Synopsis: Funny how something as small as a grain of rice can cause a shift so massive in so many lives. Deny all he wants, you're having a baby and now Ryomen has to comes to terms with being a young dad. While it can be read on it's own, this is also part of the Frat Boy Au, which you can read here!

Content Warnings: a pregnancy scare, other than that, it's mostly fluff ;)

(Also, if yall want a song to go with the fic: New Mistakes by Jellyfish inspired it)

You had experienced time slowing down before. It slowed down as you walked across the stage for your high school graduation. It had slowed down again when you got your acceptance letter to college. It slowed down the first time you saw your now boyfriend, and when you met his mom for the first time. But it had never been slower than it was now, as you sat on your bed, staring at the Clearblue pregnancy test in your hand.

“Well, what’s it say?!” You roommate, Mei Mei, asked- arguably more nervous than you were. She knew Ryomen was bad news, but she didn’t think he was this fucking bad. She moved to try and take the test from your hand, only for Shoko to slap her shoulder.

“Stop making a bad situation worse Mei.” Shoko growled, irritated from not being able to light a cigarette during this high stress situation.

“Two lines…” You mumbled, not looking up from the stick, “Two lines, what does two lines mean!?” Their expressions told you everything you needed to know. Panic filled you as you dropped the test and grabbed a pillow to scream into. God, how could you have let this happen?! Your period was only a few days late, you had taken the test mostly to put Mei Mei at ease. You didn’t know if you were happy you took it or not anymore.

“It’s okay Y/n, we’ll figure this out.” Shoko sighed as she rubbed your back, failing to hide the disappointment in her voice.

“How am I supposed to tell him?!” You panicked as you ripped your head up from the pillow, “How do you tell someone you ruined there life?!”

“You ruined his life?!” Mei Mei scoffed in disbelief at the assertion, “You should be asking him how the hell he plans to make this up to you! He ruined your life!”

“Nobody's life is ruined!” Shoko snapped at the both of you. “It’s a baby not cancer, Jesus fucking Christ. And it’s not like you don’t have options. You’re the one in control here Y/n, whatever you want to happen will happen.” She said, motherly assurance uncharacteristically thick in her tone. It did make you feel a little bit better about the situation. You weren’t absolutely powerless here.

And it wasn’t like you were against being a mother. Quite the contrary, you liked the idea. Of course, you never thought it would be this soon in your life, but…the universe had a funny way of handling things. And if you were going to have a baby, you didn’t think you could have picked a better guy than Ryomen. He was loving, and kind, not to mention the fact he was guaranteed a good job out of college. But, you also knew that he was beyond nervous about being a dad one day, terrified by the notion of becoming his own father.

“I need to talk to Ryomen.” You sighed.

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“Dude, In what world does a theoretical physicist need to know about the themes of The Metamorphosis, so a dude becomes a bug, so wh-”

“Hey, shut up Y/n just texted me.” Ryomen cut Satoru off as he checked his phone, the buzzing alerting him to a notification. They were sitting next to each other on the couch, venting about classes they hated. Sugruru was sitting on the arm of the couch closest to Satoru, and Nanami taking up an entire love seat across from them as he played on his own phone. It was a relief to have an excuse to end this conversation really. Ryomen did not have it in him to try and listen to his frat brother straight up misunderstand classic literature for the millionth time.

“And you couldn’t wait to answer it until I finished my sen-”

“No, Y/n texted.” Ryomen said without looking up from his phone, but trusting his tone got across his annoyance. Satoru knew you took precedence, Ryomen didn't know why he was acting like you didn’t all of the sudden.

“And she couldn't wait for two-”

“Are you still talking?” Ryomen snapped. Satoru let out an irritated grumble, frustrated he couldn’t go on his (ill informed) rant about how classic American literature, and literature in general, was useless. “Y/n wants to come over.” Ryomen informed his frat brothers. “Like, now.”

“What’s up with Y/n?” Suguru asked from his spot on the arm of couch, deciding it was safe to enter the conversation now that there was no hope of Satoru going on his rant.

“No clue, she just says we need to talk.” He grumbled softly as he typed on his phone. It wasn’t like you to be this cagey about anything, and he would be lying if he said it didn’t concern him at least a little.

“Dude, shes gonna break up with you.” Satoru's mouth moved faster than his brain did, and for it he got a swift elbow to the stomach.

“No she’s not.” Ryomen hissed. “She just wants to talk.”

“It’s probably to make plans for fall break, I wouldn’t worry too much about it.” Nanami said, quickly getting irritated with all the arguing.

“Yeah, the dorms close in, what, like two weeks?” Suguru confirmed, “She’s probably gonna ask to stay with your family so she doesn't have to fly back to her own.”

“You’re probably right.” Ryomen took a deep breath to try and calm himself down. That made sense. You got along great with his mom and brother, and your own family basically not at all. It tracked that you would rather drive a few hours and spend a week with people you liked than fly out to people you didn’t. Yeah, that made sense. Yeah.

So why did he still feel so anxious?

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Ryomen had never been more convinced that you were going to leave him than he was now. As you sat across from him on the bed, starring at your fidgeting hands as if they held the secrets to the universe. Something was palpably wrong, he could feel it hanging in a thick veil between the two of you. He didn’t know if he should reach beyond it to hold you, or give you your space and let you come to him. He settled on nervously picking at his nails.

“So, uh, you wanted to talk?” He asked.

“Yeah, I, uh..I’m just trying to think of how to say this.” You muttered. He felt the color drain from his life when you said that. What did he do? Was it about Amy- or whatever the fuck her name was? That was a month ago now, surly it wasn’t that. Was it someone else? That thought made Ryomen realize that actually, he was capable of murder.

He could feel his jaw clench at the thought of you with another man, white hot rage filling his hands and emotions while images of you with a stranger flashed in his head against his will. What the fuck did that asshole have that he didn’t? What made them think they were worthy of your smile, of your laugh, of you? Who did they think they were?

“Ryomen, I’m pregnant.”

“He’ll never love you like I do.” There was a thick silence of a different variety as they two of you spoke over each other, both of you trying to process what the other said.

“A-are you saying the…baby won’t love me?” You weren’t offended, you were just confused.

“You’re fucking pregnant?” Ryomen could feel his entire world shifting in real time. Thank god you weren’t leaving, but…Pregnant?

“Yeah, that’s what I said, what did You say?” You questioned again, trying to figure out where the fuck that came from. Of all the things you expected him to say, it wasn’t whatever he said.

“It doesn’t really matter what I said, forget I said anything, how long have you known?” He asked, finally pushing past the veil to wrap his arms around you.

“Like…maybe thirty minuets?” You sighed, rubbing your face as the stress came back. “My period was a week late, so…I took a test, and well…Baby.” You still weren’t sure this was all real.

Ryomen felt the world freeze around him as reality took hold. A dad? He couldn’t be a fucking dad. He was in his fucking twenties, he still had two years left until he graduated, he couldn’t be a dad yet! He thought about his own father, who buckled under the pressure and ran off the moment things got hard. What if he inherited that kind of cowardice? Hell, he didn’t even have the spine to tell his dad to fuck off when he came back in his life after eleven years of radio silence just to completely take control of his future, how the fuck was he supposed to raise a child?!

“Babygirl, that’s amazing!” He smiled, pulling you into his lap and kissing your forehead, “You’re going to be an amazing mom.”

“You think so?” You whispered, taking some comfort in his confidence, It eased your own fear about the uncertain future.

“Of course I do.” He assured you with the grin that got you into this mess in the first place. Ryomen was fucking petrified of what came next, and he could tell you were too. To him, easing your fear was the most important thing. He could have his own freak out later, right now he needed to be here for you.

And his words did the trick. Slowly you could feel the tension melting from your shoulders as it settled in that he wasn’t mad, and you weren’t in this alone. “God, I was so scared you where going to leave.” You confessed, feeling the tears pool in the corner of your eyes. His arms tightened around you, holding you like he feared you might be the one to run.

“I’m not going anywhere Babygirl, I promise,” He swore to you, kissing the top of your head, “Wherever you are, that’s were I’ll be. Right next to you and our baby.” His smile was so reassuring, for a second, you actually felt hopeful for the future. He pulled your face to his, and you melted into his kiss.

Ryomen laid with you in his bed, cuddling and talking softly until you finally passed out. He insisted on you staying the night with him, if for no other reason than he found comfort in having you near. He waited until he knew you were in a deep sleep, breathing softly and steadily. He kissed your cheek before he slipped out of bed, into the kitchen for a beer, then out to the balcony to drink it. He was leaning against the old wooden railing, running a hand through his hair as he tried to visualize what his future would look like now.

“So a baby, huh?” He nearly jumped out of his skin at Suguru's voice.

“Jesus fucking Christ, a warning Geto!” He hissed as he took a drink of the cheap beer, giving Suguru the side eye as he leaned next to him.

“Sorry, I’ll make sure to yell at the top of my lungs everywhere I go from now on.” Suguru chuckled softly.

“How do you know we’re having a baby?” Suguru grimaced a little at the pink haired mans question, knowing he got the information through unethical means.

“Satoru listened in on yours and Y/n conversation.” He said as if his ear wasn’t pressed up against the door too, “Sorry.”

“Mmm.” Ryomen groaned, not wanting to accept the apology, but acknowledging it none the less.

“So…whats the plan?” Suguru asked the question no one really wanted to ask, but everyone wanted the answer to.

“The plan is I’m going to be a dad, I guess.” Ryomen grumbled, not really use to the idea yet. He took another drink.

“Well, in that case, congratulations then!” Suguru smiled, taking the cheap beer from Ryomen’s hand and lifting it up, “To the new dad! You’ll do great.” He said as he took a drink.

“Gee, thanks you’re too kind.” Ryomen scoffed.

“Hey man, I’m serious.” Suguru insisted, “I think you’ll be a great dad, if for no other reason than cause your dad sucked. You have the perfect example of what not to do.”

“No I don’t.” Ryomen argued, stress edging into his tone against his will, “My dad wasn’t even there to show me what to not do, he was fucking gone! I have no idea what the hell I’m supposed to do!” His panic was getting the better of him. He took his beer back and took another drink.

“No one does.” Suguru chuckled, still as calm as ever. “You think this shit comes with a manual? No parent in the long history of parenting has ever known what they were doing. But, you’re worried about it. You’re worried about being a good dad. And that’s further than any shitty parent gets. Probably further than you’re dad got. It shows you care man. And besides, you’ll have Y/n with you. She’s going to be a fantastic mom. If shes got the patience to deal with us, a toddler will be a breeze.”

“I don’t know man. What if…what if I am just like my dad?” Ryomen muttered. He looked just like him. He was going to take over his business. Hell, after his dad forced him to be a business major, Ryomen even changed his last name back to his fathers. It made sense at the time, a Sukuna should be the one to take over the Sukuna family business. But, now? Now that he had to pass that last name on? He wasn’t sure he wanted it. “What if it’s just…in my blood to be my dad?”

Suguru actually laughed at that, hard enough to embarrass the man next to him. “Ryomen, being a shitty person is not genetic I assure you. If it was, Nanami would be a lot more insufferable. It’s not up to our parents to decide who we are as people, that for us to decide and us alone. You’re not your DNA sequencing, you’re the actions that you take and the choices that you make. Your father has no control over that.”

“I mean…yeah. I guess you’re right.” Ryomen muttered, taking another drink before handing the bottle back to Suguru. As cliche as it may have been to say, he was starting to feel better. Maybe he wasn't doomed to be his father. Maybe the Sukuna name wasn’t a death sentence.

“Of course I’m right.” Suguru grinned as he finished off the beer. “So what are you going to do now?” He asked.

“Now?” Ryomen sighed, “Now I need to go talk to my mom.”

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It was a week before Ryomen found the time to make the drive home. A week that he spent attached to your hip. A week making sure you didn’t have to lift up a single thing, a week of threatening anyone who dared smoke around you, and a week of coming to terms with his new future. The two of you had spent the time researching doctors, and on baby forums looking for advice. He was relieved to admit, he kinda became fond of the idea of having a little baby running around.

He started to imagine what they would look like, what they would sound like, and what their favorite color would be. Money wouldn’t be an issue once he took over Malevolent Shrine International, so he wasn’t worried about that. Honestly, you wouldn't have to work if you didn’t want to, and if you did want to he could afford child care. The two- No. The three of you were going to be okay. He hoped it would be only three.

He knocked on the door of his childhood home, having forgot his key and not being willing to go all the way back for it. Much to his dismay, Yuji answered the door.

“Sorry, sign says no solicitors.” He said, quickly trying to close the door. Ryomen was fast to push against him, trying to get his body through the crack in the entry.

“Open the door brat or I’m going to wipe your hard drive.” Ryomen threatened,

“College hasn’t changed you one bit, has it?” Yuji scoffed, sticking his tongue out at his brother.

“It’s made me more prone to violence, wanna see?” Ryomen growled as he pushed against the door harder. Yuji stood firm though, an immovable object to Ryomen’s unstoppable force.

“I’m going to tell Y/n you said that!” It was Yuji’s turn to threaten, “I’m also going to tell her that you beat me up! And you’re mean! And that you kick kittens!”

“Why you little-” Ryomen finally got his arm through the small space, almost getting a hand on his little brother before his mothers voice brought the entire show to a halt.

“Are you two Trying to break my door?!” She sounded exasperated, “Yuji, let your brother in!” The moment their mother got involved the boys remembered how to act, with Yuji calmly opening the door and Ryomen walking in like he wasn’t just trying to strangle his little sibling.

“Hi Mom.” He said, smiling warmly as she came up and hugged him.

“Hi Honey,” She said, giving him a soft pat on the cheek. “Wheres Y/n? I made coffee.”

“She had a test today, she couldn’t make it.” He said. That was a lie. You were completely free, but, he didn't want you here for this conversation.

“Mmm, you know your ears turn red when you lie, right?” His mom laughed as she walked to the kitchen. He followed her with a roll of his eyes, sitting at the kitchen table.

“She was busy, alright?” He defended himself as his mom put a coffee cup in front of him, sitting across from him with her own.

“Sure. So what did you need to talk about sweetie?” She asked. Ryomen took a moment to really study his mom. She didn’t look so different from how he remembered her in his childhood. A few more wrinkles, a lot more gray hair, but still his mother none the less. He wondered how she felt when she realized she was having a baby.

“So, um…Y/n is…” He couldn’t make eye contact.

“Ryomen, don’t tell me you got that poor girl pregnant.” She gasped, putting down her mug and looking at him with demanding eyes.

“Why would you jump to that?!” He tried to deflect.

“Then tell me she’s not.” She said, looking at him with a scowl that dared him to try and lie.

“....She is.” He sighed, taking a drink from his coffee to get away from her disappointed gaze.

“Sweet Jesus...” His mom sighed, closing her eyes and rubbing her forehead. Then she laughed a little, shaking her head with a soft smile she tried to hide behind her coffee cup.

“What?” He asked. She shook her head again.

“Nothing just…well, I guess I was around your age when I had you. A little younger. You can’t really be mad at the apple for not falling too far from the tree now, can you?” She chuckled softly, and it put Ryomen at ease. So she wasn’t going to eviscerate him. Good.

“Yeah, well…Gotta honor some family traditions, am I right?” He tried to joke, only to be quickly shut up by his mothers disapproving glare.

“So whats your plan big man?” She asked, “You’re not going to leave her alone with this, that’s for damn sure.”

“No mom, I couldn’t even imagine-”

“Good, cause I’ll choose Y/n over you every time.” She teased.

“I know mom.” He smiled, “Good to know you like her, cause that makes this question a lot easier to ask.”

“Oh?” He really caught her attention now.

“I was wondering, do you know where Grandmas wedding ring is?” He bit his lip as he finally said it out loud. Even before you were pregnant, every time Ryomen imagined his future, it was always with you as his wife. He couldn’t conceive of a life without you by his side, now more so than ever. He was going to make things right, and unlike his own dad, he wasn’t going to wait for the second baby to do it. He knew he was on the right track when he saw his mothers proud smile.

“As a matter of a fact, I think I do. I think I know where some of your old baby clothes are too, hold on.”

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“Ryo!” You smiled as he walked into the entry of the frat house, carrying a walmart bag of old baby clothes. You were down the stairs and in his arms in an instant, laughing happily as you jumped to him. He caught you with a grin, spinning you around before putting you back on the ground.

“I could get used to that.” He teased. You smiled and rolled your eyes playfully at him.

“I’m sure you could. Ryo, I have amazing news, I- wait, what’s in the bag?” You asked as your brain finally registered that there was something in his hand.

“Oh, yeah!” He smiled excitedly as he put the bag on the coffee table, “Remember how I went to talk to my mom? She says hi by the way, but look! She still had some of mine and Yuji’s old baby clothes!” He said, pulling out a truly precious onesie, covered in stars and a rocket ship, followed by a red, blue, and yellow stripped jumper.

“Oh baby-” You sighed as you realized your good news might actually not be good news.

“I know it’s not a lot, and its all kinda old and used, but it’s a start, you know? Something to bring the baby home in.” He said, putting the clothes down and wrapping his arms around your waist.

“Baby, I’m not pregnant.” You dropped that like a nuke. He blinked at you as he tried to process what you just said.

“Huh?”

“I’m not pregnant Ryomen, I’m sorry. I got my period.” You said, gently cupping his cheek. You did not expect a reaction like this at all. Confusion, sure, but not…disappointment?

“But I thought you took a test?” He asked, trying to catch up to reality.

“I did, but it must have been a false positive. Apparently that’s pretty common with my birth control.”

“Oh…” He wasn’t expecting to feel so upset about this either. Like the entire world he had build up in his mind was gone. He realized he was going to be mourning the death of someone who truly never existed, and felt so ridiculous about it. He didn’t realize he was tearing up until you brushed a tear off his cheek.

“I’m sorry Ryo…but, hey! Look on the bright side, we get to keep our twenties!” You chuckled softly, trying to lighten the mood. He smiled gently and nodded.

“You’re right it’s just…I don’t know. I kinda liked the idea of starting a family with you.” He confessed softly, an idea that would have made his skin crawl just a little over a year ago. You really did force him to grow up. You laughed a little more sincerely this time, and gave him a quick kiss.

“Sorry Ryo, if you want a family, you’re gonna have to upgrade from the girlfriend package to the wifey bundle.” You teased him.

“Y/n!” Gojo yelled from up the stairs, “Nanami got tired of waiting for you, he un-paused the game!” You paled as you realized that Nanami was unfairly demolishing you at street fighter.

“Hey! That’s illegal!” You yelled as you ran up the stairs to try and salvage the round. Ryomen watched as you ran away, an unfamiliar fondness growing in his chest. Normally, he would have been unbelievably jealous you were hanging out with his friends- especially without him. Now though? He saw it as a good sign.

“Upgrade, huh?” He muttered, mostly to himself. His hand dropped into his pocket, clutching the ring box there. “Don’t worry Y/n. I plan on it.” He promised as he went up stairs to join you.

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gurugirl · 4 months

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maybe fate | a quick preview

Summary: You meet Harry under interesting circumstances and think you'll never see him again. But as fate would have it, he knows your cousin so when you meet him again you two wind up becoming inseparable for a night.

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Your roommate, K, had some gall. You could hear her and whoever it was she brought home from the bar going at it for what seemed like an exaggerated amount of time. How was it possible that this person could last this long? Why were they still having sex?

As annoying as it was to lose sleep (you had a test in the morning so it was a little more than just annoying) you could admit, it did sound like she was getting it good.

The man, who you’d not yet seen and probably would not be seeing, had a deep voice. And not just any deep voice. He sounded hot. You couldn’t hear everything that was being said but he was vocal and he was definitely talking dirty to her.

Of course, there was also her bed that was wildly bouncing and the frame smacking into the wall which told you he was plowing her in a way that made you a little jealous. You hadn’t been laid in a while. It was your senior year at university and you were busting your ass like the good student you were. You needed a good grade to get the internship you were up for that summer.

So sleep was vital. And here you were listening to K getting the life fucked out of her. She sounded like she was crying but then you’d hear her long drawn-out moans of pleasure…

You stuffed your pillow over your head and groaned. If you failed your test the following day you’d be having a word with her about proper roommate etiquette. They could keep it down. There was no way they weren’t aware you could hear every little thing happening on her bed. You could even hear their bodies colliding every time he thrust into her.

Jesus. You needed sleep. But you also needed to get laid.

. . .

You didn’t fail your test, but you barely passed. But a passing grade was a passing grade you thought to yourself as you ordered your cappuccino. You were exhausted. Memories of what had kept you up had you rolling your eyes.

K was nice. You didn’t know her well, though. You were renting a small two-bedroom apartment and found it through an ad she’d posted. It would have been nice to have a place of your own but who could afford that? So, being stuck with K was more out of necessity than anything. You didn’t have much choice.

And up until the night before you’d really had no major complaints. She was six years older than you and had a regular job. She brought men home from time to time but nothing like her most recent Casanova that shook the whole apartment. And it was funny to you how she was always out partying and drinking while you stayed in on the weekends and studied til your eyes bulged out of your head. It should have been the opposite with you being the college kid and her the more mature adult.

Your plan had been to go home and crawl back into bed to catch up on the sleep you’d missed out on. But when you walked into your apartment you realized that K was still home. Which was odd since it was midday Thursday. Normally she was working.

You tossed your bag in your room and toed off your tennis shoes before making your way to the shared bathroom in the hallway and pushing open the door.

But instead of finding the bathroom unoccupied, you were met with a naked man who looked just as surprised as you were, “Oh shit!”

You turned quickly and put your hands over your eyes, “Sorry! Oh my god!”

The shock of seeing a man’s naked dick when you were not expecting it had you a bit dazed.

“Sorry, I’m covered now. Sorry,” you heard his voice and realized immediately who the offender was. The rowdy Casanova from the night before.

You kept your fingers over your eyes as you turned and slowly parted your digits to make sure it was safe.

He laughed and you verified he was indeed covered. But you did notice all the tattoos on his chest and arms, and his dark curls and soft green eyes… Yeah K was a lucky girl. Damn.

You didn’t stare long, though. But you could tell his body looked like he had a lot of stamina, and after everything you’d heard the night before you understood it all now.

“I’m Harry,” he held a hand out to you in greeting.

You smiled up at him and slid your palm into his, “Y/n. Uh… I’m guessing you’re K’s friend?”

He laughed again. Even his laugh was attractive with a big grin and nice teeth, “Yeah. I guess you could call me her friend.”

“Got it,” you nodded as you backed up out of the bathroom, “Well, I’ll come back when you’re done in here. Honestly didn’t mean to see…” you waved your hand around, “any of that.”

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rotonalhaitham · 1 year

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Alhaitham - Mission Accomplished (NSFW)

Alhaitham x Reader x Kaveh

I love kaveh yall I'm gonna start to sob,, also i tried my best to make reader gn but ehh I guess it didn't work

Warnings: NSFW!!!!!! Threesome, dacryphillia, prn with plot (i think?? Idfk), overstimulation,reader was called a princess, not proof read as usual , the ending was rushed because my eyes hurt from looking at the monitor, I'm very sleepy as I write this so expect grammatical errors and typos (lemme know if i missed a warning) (im fighting myself whether I should post this or not, but tommorow is monday i need to post something or else i wouldn't post at all arghh)

Broken hearted.

You thought confessing to your long time crush was a good idea. Turns out, it wasn't. Before even approaching him you saw a girl in his arms, failing to call out his name. Your heart shattered like broken glass. It took all your courage to have confidence and to confess to your crush, suddenly all of those courage disappeared into thin air.

You go home to your shared apartment. Where your architect and feeble scholar roomates are waiting for you.

They were a bit surprised and disappointed after seeing you on the front door just a few minutes after you left. You we're also sobbing while you stood there, looking down on the floor.

Kaveh and Alhaitham looked at each other with a knowing look. They already knew what happened, and instantly ran towards you to comfort their roommate.

Kaveh opened his arms at you. Slowly, you hug him, sobbing in his arms more. The blonde haired architect tightly embraced you. He gave you a peck on your forehead and ran his long and slender finger through your hair.

"Hush now... I knew that boy wasn't worth your time. Tsk."

Said Kaveh with anger in his voice. Behind him, Alhaitham nodded.

"Don't worry darling, we're here for you."

Alhaitham added.

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Now sitting on the bed, you're still sobbing, but not as intense as earlier. Your roommates did a pretty good job calming you, as they embraced you, gave you your favorite tea, cooked your favorite food, they did everything for your comfort.

Kaveh seemed to notice that you calmed down, so he sat beside you and softly smiled.

"Feeling better, princess?"

He whispered and placed one of his hand on your cheeks. You quickly leaned on his warm hand and nodded to answer his question.

You felt the bed dip as Alhaitham sat beside you and heared his voice.

"That's good to know. But we still have something to offer for you."

"Mhm.. Oh, we couldn't handle seeing you weeping about someone not worth your time..."

Kaveh's voice sounded huskier than before.

"You deserve better darling, and we promise to treat you better."

Alhaitham said.

He placed his hands on your hips making you gasp. Kaveh was getting closer to your face, his thumb rubbing your lips gently. Your breathing was getting heavier and heavier as the tension in the air thickened.

"Just relax, and we'll do the rest."

You can feel Kaveh's warm breath as your faces are only inches away. His half-lidded eyes were nothing but full of lust. His soft lips slowly touched yours, and it felt amazing. The kiss was wet and sloppy, but neither of you wanted to stop.

Your head was turning from what is currently happening. You can't deny your stomach feeling butterflies from their touches, and your underwear getting wet.

Meanwhile, Alhaitham started to pepper your neck with light kisses. It made you moan from the kiss and leaned more into Alhaitham. Getting impatient, the grey haired scholar started to devour your skin. He bit, licked, and left marks on your neck. This made you aroused more, causing your sex to throb from their kisses.

The kiss between you and Kaveh ended with a string of saliva between your lips and his. You both needed to breathe, sadly. But you couldn't stop whining because of Alhaitham's kisses.

"Gosh... Your lips are softer than I thought they'd be.. Fuck."

Kaveh's words did nothing but help you feel aroused more.

Alhaitham from behind tugged your shirt upwards, signaling for you to help him take off your shirt. You obliged, revealing your naked top. The grey haired man didn't waste anytime and immediately massaged your breast from behind. Playing with your nipples, he continued to lap your neck and mark them with bites and hickeys. Your head leaned back to Alhaitham's shoulders from the pleasure, a few soft moans escaping your mouth.

Kaveh seeing your state, he didn't want to just watch there, he tugged your pants down, leaving only your underwear. He went down to kiss your legs, making you moan a bit louder. He started to kiss from your leg motioning up to your inner thighs. It made your back arch and your legs trying to close, but Kaveh's hands were stopping them. He licked and bit your thighs, until he reached the real deal.

Still wearing your underwear, yet Kaveh didn't care. He started to lick through the wet piece of cloth and didn't stop. Your moans getting louder ever swipe of his tounge. You moaned his name, eyes rolling back. The pleasure being strong, you instinctively grabbed his hair.

"You seemed to be enjoying yourself darling."

Alhaitham chuckled.

The two can't deny the tightening of their pants and the desire to ruin you. But they couldn't just do that, this moment is for your pleasure. Maybe they'll ruin you next time.

Kaveh removed your underwear after feeling satisfied with his licks. Your hips jolted only by feeling his hot breath on your sex. The blonde gave your throbbing sex a big and long lick. He then sucked your juices dry.

While eating you out, Kaveh inserted two fingersin your hole, going in and out adding more pleasure. He curved his fingers, hitting sweet spots. You couldn't help but moan his name. His dark red eyes gazing deliciously at you, admiring how he's the reason why you're moaning so loudly.

It didn't took long till you release on the blonde's face. He licked his fingers that we're just inside of you, not breaking eye contact.

"Do you feel good?"

Alhaitham asked as he shifted your body to face him, making your back face Kaveh.

You didn't got to answer as Alhaitham slammed his lips onto you. Meanwhile, Kaveh taking out his hard rock cock and giving it a few strokes before placing his tip on your entrance. He rubbed his tip up and down as you and Alhaitham make out.

Finally pulling out of the kiss, the grey haired man kissed and savored your body down, 'till reaching your quivering sex.

Alhaitham started to eat you out just like Kaveh did. But hell did Alhaitham's tounge felt better than Kaveh's, as it is much more longer.

Kaveh suddenly entered your hole slowly while Alhaitham worked in your front. The pleasure is too strong it made you sob continously.

Kaveh's cock fully inside, he started to thrust, his hands on your hips as Alhaitham licked and sucked in the front.

The pleasure is too good your eues we're rolling back and your back arching as you almost drool. You certainly did not expect this turn of events.

Kaveh's thrust started to fastened up but sloppier, and Alhaitham started to jerk his cock as he devoured your sex. You we're close, and so are they. You can feel Kaveh's cock throbbing and Alhaitham whining, the three of you didn't want to stop, getting closer to your own each climaxes.

The room was filled with wet sounds, aswell as moans from the three of you.

A few thrust and suck after, the three of you finally came.

"Did you enjoyed our offer.. Princess?"

Kaveh managed to mumble even after what happend.

Your couldn't comprehend what he was saying from the overstimulation, and felt your body heavier than before. Without being aware, you fell asleep on Kaveh's arms.

"Look, they're already sleeping.. So cute.."

Alhaitham chuckled at your state and caressed your face.

From all the juices that came out from you, they assumed you felt better than before. Mission Accomplished.

#alhaitham #genshin x reader #alhaitham fluff #genshin impact #alhaitham x reader #alhaitham smut #alhaitham x you #genshin smut #kaveh x you #alhaitham x you x kaveh #alhaitham x reader x kaveh #kaveh x reader #kaveh x reader smut

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jaylaxies · 10 months

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NCT 00 line MASTERLIST

hello! welcome to my blog, i hope you have a great time here! please note that all my works contain SMUT, kindly proceed with discretion.

GUIDE:

M — mature | F — fluff | A — angst

O — one-shot | S — series

T — timestamp | H —headcanons

RENJUN

to be added!

JENO

➤ EX’S AND OH’S (ft. jay from enhypen)

[ exes au | m, o | 3.3k words ]

partying was something you enjoyed thoroughly, especially when it came with sex. but this particular one was different. when the two of your ex boyfriends came to you, offering a night with them both, you should have said no as per the rules, but would you be willing to give up such an offer?

➤ RULE NUMBER ONE: DON’T FALL IN LOVE

[ fake dating au | m, o, f, a | 16.2k words ]

your ex getting a girlfriend after just two weeks of breakup was enough to infuriate you to the point where you had to step up and make him regret breaking your heart. solution? fake date his best friend and make him jealous!

➤ PERVERT!JENO

[ roommates au | m, h | 0.5k words]

HAECHAN

➤ KINKTOBER — SOMNOPHILIA

[ roommates au | m, o | 1k words ]

haechan had grown tired of using his fleshlight for masturbation, now he simply wanted it to be your pussy he stuffs his cock in.

➤ PERVERT HAECHAN

[ roommates au | m, h | 0.3k words]

➤ THE ONLY EXCEPTION

[ best friend’s brother au | m, o, f, a | 10k words ]

mark was overprotective and he didn’t fail to show it, warning all the guys to stay away from you, his best friends were no exception. so, how will you make it work when you return back after graduating school, only to find that your crush is paying more attention to you than ever? it most certainly doesn’t help that it’s lee donghyuck, to whom, you are strictly off limits.

JAEMIN

➤ MEMORIES BRING BACK YOU

[ exes au | m, a, o | 2.1k words]

You were just about to head to sleep when you head loud knocking on your door. Turns out, it’s your drunk ex boyfriend who claims he misses you.

➤ BIKE RACER!JAEMIN

[ racers au | m | 1.3k words ]

➤ PERVERT!JAEMIN

[ best friends au | m, h | 0.4k words]

➤ GLOSSY LIPS

[ fwb au | m, o | 1k words]

#nct masterlist #nct smut #nct dream smut #renjun smut #jeno smut #jaemin smut #haechan smut #nct dream #nct

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ariesbilly · 2 months

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Welcome to the first ever Buckleway Appreciation Week! Celebrating our favorite sapphic crack ship (though it's canon in our hearts). Event will run from MAY 19 - 25. Below are listed prompts for each day, but do not feel obligated to stick to those. Any buckleway content is welcome, be it fics, art, video, edits, the sky's the limit! Just be sure to tag #BUCKLEWAYAPPRECIATIONWEEK (or feel free to @ me in the post as well because sometimes tumblr's tagging system fails us). An ao3 collection will be made closer to the event, I'll make a separate post about that when the time comes.

If you have any questions feel free to message me. And most importantly, have fun!

PROMPTS:

MAY 19 - day 1

song: come to my window - melissa etheridge

dialogue: “What kind of question is that?”

au: musician/celebrity

color palette:

MAY 20 - day 2

song: closer - tegan and sara

dialogue: “What? I have never-”

au: witches

color palette:

MAY 21 - day 3

song: all the things she said - tatu

dialogue: "Are you really taking his side right now?"

au: Mean Girls

color palette:

MAY 22 - day 4

song: valerie - amy winehouse

dialogue: “You should sleep in my bed more often.”

au: roommates

color palette:

MAY 23 - day 5

song: i kissed a girl - katy perry

dialogue: "Sure. Why not?”

au: Facts of Life

color palette:

MAY 24 - day 6

song: damn i wish i was your lover - sophie b hawkins

dialogue: “Your pillow smells like lavender”

au: Can't Buy Me Love

color palette:

MAY 25 - day 7

song: take me on the floor - the veronicas

dialogue: "You’re never this quiet, what’s wrong?"

au: roadtrip

color palette:

#buckleway #robin buckley #heather holloway #strangerthingsedit #bucklewayappreciationweek #mystuff #one of these color palettes is only in there because the name was florida license plate... and i simply could not pass that up lmao sorry

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pipi-un-kaki-in-pipi-land · 1 year

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beneath the stars

summary: you and your classmates go on a camping trip but there werent enough tents so you had to sleep with someone on particular

“y/n, y/n!” A cheery voice squealed outside your dorm door as you shrugged your body off the bed to go see who was disturbing your needed solitary time. You swung the door open following a loud creak, and a familiar blonde girl stood right in front of you. “Oh, it’s you,” you widened your tired eyes in surprise, as if you weren’t exhausted enough to willingly faint in front of her.

“This is for you, it’s a class camping trip!” It was her turn to widen her eyes, giggling as she handed you an invitation card. You hesitantly took it, your mood lightening up ever so slightly. You couldn’t help but be grateful for this spontaneous invitation, as you finally obtained a chance to escape the sickening reality of extra classes that you had been attending as a result of skipping lessons due to totally unforeseen reasons.

“Thanks,” you mumbled before closing the door and examining the printed letter carefully. The venue was a forest which you had been to before with your roommate to hunt some venison (for fun). As you lay on your bed, you could not help but wonder if Wednesday was going to be there. Knowing her, she would never give in to these kinds of unnecessary events, but if Enid was the organizer, then surely, she should tag along somehow.

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By the time twilight came, you were already there, dressed in your vintage sweatshirt and trackpants as the weather was unusually chilly today. You could already see people preparing a huge campfire with tents surrounding it.

“y/n?” A deep voice sounded in your ears, and you turned around and saw Xavier standing there. “Hey, Xavier. You came too?” you asked, not failing to notice the big bag of marshmallows and sticks beside him. “Yeah, I’m surprised to see you here, I thought you’d never come like Enid said you would,” he replied, slicking his hair back before it fell again. “I just needed to attend some extra classes,” you blatantly lied; instead, you were too lazy to get up so you just hung out around the library the entire day.

“Well, since we didn’t anticipate your arrival, we didn’t prepare a tent for you. I mean, each of us are supposed to sleep in pairs, so you have to go find yours. But I wouldn’t mind if you slept in my tent,” Xavier chuckled, his eyes breaking free from yours.

“She can stay in mine,” a familiar monotone voice interjected. The both of you turned your heads to see Wednesday standing there, relentlessly stabbing a few marshmallows onto a stick as her contagious gaze met yours. “But if I stay with you then what about Eni-” you asked, but was cut off. “She has her own partner. Now, do I need to elaborate further?” Wednesday said bluntly, pulling your hand towards her as she walked towards the raging campfire.

“Here,” she said as she placed the stick of marshmallows in your hand. Whether Wednesday cared or not, you were loving this assertive behavior of hers. The two of you were inseparable before, but ever since extra classes got into your way, your relationship with her was nothing but shattered glass.

As you and Wednesday toasted the marshmallows over the fire, you took a glance at her usual gloomy face. “Sorry, Addams. I haven’t been able to talk to you lately. It’s just- I’ve been really busy,” you blurted, but no response came from the ravenette. She looked at you briefly then took bit a chunk out of her roasted marshmallow. “I didn’t expect you to come here,” was the only she said before taking another bite. “Your marshmallow’s getting burnt, y/n.”

You had never seen Wednesday so fragile before. You’d think that she wouldn’t be bothered with your absence, but turns out she was more than buggered about it.

And vowed to make it up to her later on.

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The bitter taste of burnt marshmallows burned down your throat as you and Wednesday listened to lame stories told by your classmates. By the time everyone had said goodnight, you were already lying in her tent, staring at nothing but the orange fabric. You shared an awkward glance at her, before looking back at the top of the tent again. You wanted to console her somehow, but you had no clue how.

Taking a gulp, you slowly placed your arm around her side, feeling a sense of nostalgia as you did so. Wednesday turned her body to look at you, adjusting your arm on her waist. “We’ve done this before. Why are you nervous?” she asked curiously, your arms trembling at the touch of her waist.

“I just need to get the hang of it again,” you smiled, your arm extending down to her back before you pulled her even closer to you (w rizz). “I would give you the world if I could, cara mia,” Wednesday said as she turned to lie on her back, causing your hand to lay flat on her stomach. You could feel her heart pound through every inch of her body as you inched closer to her, wrapping your other arm around her shoulder.

“Gracias, Addams,” you gratefully muttered under your breath as light snores came from the ravenette.

You embraced her snugly, not ever letting go.

#wednesday series #wednesday netflix #wednesday addams x reader #wednesday x you #wednesday x y/n #pipi un kaki in pipi caca land #w rizz

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sweetthecat · 6 months

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Xiao x fem,reader x venti, Modern AU

Can’t believe I’m actually doing this but here is some thing I made a while back

Warning: Nsfw

You had been roommates with the quiet boy for almost a full year now, if someone were to tell you that you would peg that cute roommate in the future you probably wouldn’t believe them.

Yet here you are now, the boy laying in his own bed a moaning mess just for you, oh how he looked just delicious, one arm over his eyes the other gripping the sheets.

“Xiao~ does it feel good” you said as you slowly thrusted into him, Xiao replied with a soft moan “Please g-go faster”.

You chuckled lightly “So needy”, you then began to speed up slightly, still not enough for the poor disheveled boy.

“Aren’t you just adorable and so so~ impatient” you said with a smile, “You really just can’t wait for me to Ravage you?~”you chuckled sadistically, Xiao couldn’t deny it he really did want you to Ravage him, “y-yes please f-fuck fuck mee”

So cute, you thought to yourself, could you really deny him any longer? Well, you could but you were feeling nice tonight.

“Alright Xiao you want me to fuck you?~”, “Well come on use your words~ baby~”, “Fuck yes please please fuck me”.

My you love how desperate he is, so you did as he pleased and picked up the pace, goodness the moan he made when you hit that special spot, just delightful.

You started to fuck him harder and deeper making him moan louder, you held his leg up so you could pound deeper, my did that make him just moan louder, Xiao could barely think all he could think about was you fucking him.

Little did you two know is you had an audience, an audience of one but an audience none the lest, the person watching you two was none other then Venti, Xiao’s close friend and your friend too.

Venti was peeking behind the slightly open door, he had one of his hands wrapped around his cock, could you blame him?, he just saw his two Secret crushes fucking and my did it turn him on.

Venti started to stroke his cock faster as he was getting close, he tried to muffle his moans.

He failed miserably, he moaned so loudly it caught the attention of both you and Xiao.

Venti was absolutely Mortified, meanwhile you and Xiao were in a flustered shock, you didn’t expect the other boy you also kinda crushed on would find you like this, Xiao was still a little out of it but also flustered a little yet he was still so horny and needy he didn’t really care venti saw, so he grinded his hips into yours, you noticed this and was quite surprised but then you had a naughty idea. “Xiao” you whispered “What if we let Venti join in on the fun? Well, if you’re ok with it”, Xiao was shocked you suggested that, yet he didn’t dislike the notion so he nodded.

You grinned, “Venti~ darling come over here~” Venti’s eyes went wide, were you planing on letting him join you two?, If you were well Venti couldn’t deny that request.

Venti came over to the bed undoing his shirt, you pulled him in and kissed him, Venti moaned slightly.

“Venti darling would you like to fuck Xiao~” you said in a sultry voice, Venti nodded of course he wanted to fuck Xiao, I mean who wouldn’t?

So hear you are watching Venti fuck Xiao as you kiss and bite Venti’s pretty neck.

“Mmmh~ F-fuck you feel so g-good Xiao” Venti moaned, Xiao whimpered at the compliment “Venti~ Darling I think he wants you to go faster” you whispered into Venti’s ear “you think? Xiao do you want me to go faster?”.

Xiao nodded “y-yes fuck yes” after Xiao said that Venti started thrusting into him faster, you watched and listened with delight at the sounds they made, you could see a bit of drool dripping from Xiao’s mouth.

Venti moaned “fuck I’m gonna cum fuck, c-can I cum please f-fuck” Xiao moaned as well “I-I’m close to mmmhh”

“Okay darlings cum for me” you said, they moaned loudly with there release,

Venti collapsed on top of Xiao basking in the aftermath of there orgasm, they looked tired.

You giggled “oh dear you two look like you’ve had enough, should I go get a wash cloth to clean you boys up?”

After they calmed down from there high they crawled over to you, “we haven’t had enough especially since you haven’t cum yet” Venti said as he kissed your neck “let us pleasure you y/n” said Xiao as he crawled between your legs.

#xiao x reader #venti x reader #genshin impact #dom reader #sub character #can’t believe I’m actually doing this

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semisutopia · 1 year

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pairings: douxie x fem!reader

warnings: 5.1k word count, smut, name calling (baby, darling, love, pretty boy), making out, straddling, fingering, groping, saliva, hickeys, handjob, eating out, penetration (p in the v), thigh riding, cock riding,

as a writer, writing a romance novel, it's quite common to have a chapter that is completely devoted to sex. smut chapters are actually quite expected in romance books, especially when the main love interests are over 18.

so you sat on your bed, one leg crossed, one knee up, chin rested above it, and stared at the blank page on your laptop. make no mistake of course, you had plenty of, shall we say, unholy thoughts, but for whatever reason, you couldn't find inspiration. almost as if on cue, you heard a knock on your window.

normally, living on the second floor would deter people from climbing up to your roof, but here, you must remember that hisirdoux was far from normal. you sighed and opened the window to let him in, "you know we have a door, right?".

as he climbed through the open window he responded, "i didn't want zoe to see me. your roommate doesn't exactly approve of me". you snickered, "yes i know, i told her not to. anyways, what do you want?". he leaned on the windowsill, "i felt like coming here. should i not have?".

any other time, you would've tried kicking him out immediately, but seeing as you couldn't get any work done, you decided letting him stay wasn't the worst idea, and decided to watch a movie together as there wasn't much else to do.

"corpse bride?". "yeah sure", you loaded the movie on your tv and walked to your bed. douxie sat at the head of the bed and motioned for you to come near him. you sat next to him but turns out that's not what he meant. he patted the space in between his legs and you gave him an 'are you serious' look. "please?".

damn it he's cute. you placed yourself in between his legs and his arms snaked themselves around your waist, resting his chin on your shoulder. you relaxed into his touch as the movie started, intertwining your hands with his. the butterflies in your stomach rising as he melted into your touch.

you looked down at your linked hands, "wait why are you wearing a suit?", you turned to look at him. "ah well, there was this ceremony at school so we had to dress up" "remind me again why you keep going to school events when it's just your alias?".

he chuckled, "there's not much else to do". "no of course not. it's not like you work two part-time jobs and are a full-time wizard or anything", you said, giggling a bit.

"well, if we're talking about dress codes, how come you're wearing the same skirt you wore last week to the party?". if you were being honest, you wore some lingerie underneath your short skirt and long t-shirt to try and spark something in your writing.

"why can't i wear it?" "c'mon just tell me", he hugged you tighter. the butterflies came back. "i...i just wanted to spark up some inspiration for my writing" "and what exactly are you writing about?", you could tell he already knew the answer. and he knew exactly what he was doing. "you're really enjoying this, aren't you?" "absolutely".

"something similar to what happened at the party...in this skirt", flashbacks of last saturday flooded your mind as you closed your legs tightly, placing a hand above your skirt. "may i help with that?", he said, dangerously close to your ear.

"just watch the movie", you tried focusing back on victor and his skeleton bride on the screen, but failed after a few minutes as you felt soft fingertips tracing along your thigh. you decided to ignore it...or try to, at least until he started softly kissing up your neck.

he placed soft, long kisses along your nape, drawing small circles along your inner thigh, slowly rising higher. "what are you doing...doux?".

he heard you. oh, he definitely heard you, so he kissed you harder, sucking on your skin, and his hand groping your thigh more, other hand on your waist, traveling to your hip.

both of you were clearly not paying attention to the movie anymore but it didn't matter.

your hand traveled up to his hair and tugged on it slightly. he hummed in response. soon enough, his fingers reached under your skirt and started touching the lace of your panties.

you sucked in a sharp breath as his index finger circled your folds. you pulled harder on his hair to stop yourself from being vocal, but that only made him let out a moan, himself.

fuck that was hot. soon enough, his second finger reached your clit. then his third, and you finally gave in, vocalizing your appreciation. you didn't want him to stop. actually, no, that was incorrect. you wanted more.

you removed your hand from his hair and brought it down to his chin, lifting his head up from your neck and brought his lips to your own. his right hand came up to your ribcage under your shirt and you shivered at his cold touch. his left hand still playing with you under your skirt.

you moaned softly into his mouth, eliciting him to bite your bottom lip. this whole thing felt like a positive feedback loop; one of you moans only for the other to react in the same way, and over again.

"doux..", you seperated for air and leaned your forehead against his. he removed his hand from under your skirt and tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. his hand not leaving your face, and making its way down to your neck. "hm?" "please could we⏤", he kissed you abruptly. you responded immediately. you parted and opened your eyes only to see him looking back at you, eyes glossy with desperation.

you smirked and turned around to face him. you connected your lips again and placed your knee between his legs, making him groan. you placed your hands on his chest to support yourself and he held you by the waist. "turn the tv off, please", he broke the kiss and went back down to your neck. you took the remote from the bedside table and switched the tv off.

you were getting more light headed as he kept kissing you, his hand travelled down to your thigh, gripping it tightly. you rocked your hips back and forth slightly as you hummed into his ear the more he nipped at your soft skin. you were driving him crazy and he wanted so much more of you. he wanted all of you. "pl..please y/n you're driving me mad" "what do you think you're doing to me?".

you pulled away from him, "give me your tie". normally, he would have asked why but he simply complied and started loosening his necktie, in the most attractive way possible. he removed it and gave it to you. you took it and smashed your lips into his. "fuck", he mumbled into your mouth. "you're really something, yknow that", he asked, rhetorically, when you broke away.

you smiled again and got off his lap, walking to your door and placing the tie on the door handle. "what's that supposed to do?", he asked, walking up behind you now. you faced him and wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer. "it tells zoe not to bother us", you said and pulled him back into a kiss. "smart girl", he murmured.

he guided you towards the foot of the bed and sat you down. "can i touch you?", he pleaded, not taking his lips off yours, "please?".

you remembered how he touched you before and rubbed your thighs together at the thought of him doing it again. you hummed into his mouth and mumbled, "yes please". his hand moved down to your thigh and rose up slowly, reaching the hem of your skirt, and tugging on it slightly.

you removed your skirt for him, leaving your legs cold and barren, only wearing your panty. your pretty, lace, black panty. to be frank, the day after last saturday's party, you and zoe went shopping and stopped at the lingerie store. you bought a set of black lingerie specifically for him, not that you'd ever admit it.

his lips parted from yours as he looked down at the pool he created between your legs, and smirked as you tried rubbbing your thighs again to create friction. "do you really want me to touch you, darling?", he whispered in your ear.

you gasped as he bit down on your neck, forming a purple mark, similar to what he did last week. his index finger hooked the string of your panty and slowly pulled down. you shivered at the cold air hitting your folds. his lips were still attached to your neck, but his fingers found your opening and rubbed around your clit. "doux..hurry u..up", you breathed.

he went back up to your ear and whispered, huskily, "patience, sweetheart". your titled your head back a bit and breathed out. without any more hesitation, he inserted his first digit into you, getting a loud gasp from you. soon, his second, and then his third, just like before.

your moans were melodious to him. you pulled his head back up and kissed him as his other hand roamed under your shirt. he pumped faster, his long fingers hitting just the right spot. "doux fuck~", you moaned as you threw your head back in pleasure. he loved seeing you like this. moaning his name, his fingers in you. he was the one giving you pleasure. fuck, it was turning him on. though, to be fair, almost anything you did turned him on.

he tried surpressing his own moans to not drown yours out, that he loved hearing.

a heat started filling your lower stomach. the kind that was going to flush out of you soon, very soon. he dipped down to kiss and suck on your collarbones, sliding the loose shirt off your shoulders. "doux i'm- fuck. d-doux", you started growing light headed as his pace increased.

he knew you were going to climax, and he wanted you to. but not with his fingers. he removed his fingers quickly, robbing you of an orgasm. "hisirdoux, i swear to god, if you don't let me come", he attached his lips to yours quickly, and started moving down.

kissing your neck, your collarbones, lifting your shirt up to kiss the place right under your boobs, and he kept going down. kissing lower and lower until he reached your clit again. you sucked in a breath and carded your hand through his dyed locks.

he held both of your thighs tightly, like he was trying to keep you from running away, not that you ever would. and started kissing the spot right above your knee, going up slowly. the higher he got, the sloppier his kisses became.

he placed open mouthed kisses up your inner thighs. "doux...", you whined. he didn't raise his head but you could practically hear his smirk. finally, he reached your folds. he kissed around your clit and you moaned, tugging his hair as a result. "pl..please doux", you wanted him. you wanted him to eat you out so bad. and he complied, inserting his tongue in your folds. licking and kissing you, the sounds of wet skin became louder.

not as loud as you were moaning though. you knew that this was horrible for his ego but you couldn't help it. he had a way of making you feel so damn good.

"fuck baby", his words vibrated in your pussy, sending you even higher. you arched your back as he gripped your thighs even harder. you moans became higher in pitch as you were nearing your climax again.

"you better let me come this time, casperan", you said. he chuckled, deeply and kissed you harder, in the perfect spot. "aah! d..do that again. please", you pleaded. and he did, and again. your eyes rolled to the back of your head, moaning in ecstasy.

"i'm cl-close..", you said, pulling on his hair harder now. "cum for me, darling. please", he mumbled against your lips. you let out a final moan as you hit your limit. you exhaled a shuddered breath as you opened your eyes to see him wiping his lips, smirking.

it just hit you what happened and you quickly covered your vagina with your shirt, trying to not make eye-contact with him. he rose, slowly, and leaned in close to you, lifting your chin up with his finger. "was that not good for you, love?", he asked, fully knowing the answer. you had a hard time focusing on him and your legs were quivering. he leaned in close to your ear and said, "i think you liked it", sending a shiver up your spine.

he placed his right hand in between your thighs and carressed it slightly. he knew he was in control here, but not for long. you pulled him back into a kiss and slid your hand down his shirt, slowly. you reached his belt and went even lower to place your palm on his erection. you could feel his dick twitch inside his pants and you smirked into the kiss.

you started rubbing his bulge, eliciting him to groan into your mouth. you bit down on his lower lip and slid your tongue into his mouth. he couldn't have asked for anything better, but he got it anyways.

you started unbuckling his belt and took it off slowly. undoing his pants, you parted from the kiss. you looked at him, eyes closed, he bit his lip slightly to keep from moaning. you went to the shell of his ear and kissed it once, "sit down". he did as told.

you placed yourself on his thigh and locked eyes. now, this wasn't a competition but neither of you wanted to look away. his eyes were filled with longing. he wanted you just as badly as you wanted him a few minutes ago. he was the first one to break as you started palming him over his boxers. "fuck", he mumbled, barely over a whisper. you slid down his underwear and he broke free.

you had assumed that he would be an average length but no, a solid nine inches of slender, throbbing, cock sprung free. you leaned in and kissed him again. his hands went up to your waist, under your shirt and he slipped his tongue into your mouth. you moaned as he sucked on your tongue with his own. you delicately touched the tip of his cock, smiling at how he twitched at that.

"so sensitive...", you mumbled into the kiss. you traced your fingers softly over his length. he knew why you were teasing him, the same way he did to you. but fuck, he wanted you. he needed you to touch him.

"pl..ease y/n", he breathed. you stroked him along his length, circling his tip at times. he threw his head back as you pumped him faster. you couldn't help but smile at how good you were making him feel.

you decided to buck your hips back and forth on his thigh to drive him over the edge. and it worked. you were driving him crazy. his mind started to fog as you were grinding against his thigh. to add insult to injury, you started moaning too, being stimulated in a lovely way by riding his thigh. the friction against your clit was perfect.

he honestly didn't know how much more of this he could take. but he didn't want to come. not just yet. he wanted the feeling of your warm hand on his cock. he wanted the feeling of your wet pussy grinding against his thigh. he wanted to hear your moans as you pleasured not only him, but yourself too.

unfortunately, his body couldn't take it anymore as his dick started twitching more, signaling his soon release. "i think i...i'm cumming- fuck-", he was a stuttering mess. and you loved it.

"go on, pretty boy", you said out loud and leaned in close to his ear. "cum for me", you whispered into his ear and kissed it. that was truly it for him. he groaned and felt his release coming in a few seconds. with a final touch to his tip, he reached his release and came in your hand. with that, he layed down on the bed, exhaling hard.

with your newfound confidence, you took off your shirt and wiped the white liquid on it, before throwing it your floor. you leaned forward and placed your hands on his abdomen to support yourself, "douxie?".

he opened his eyes and they widened in surprise, seeing you on top on him, in a lacy, black bralette, so loose that the strap was coming down your shoulder, that innocent look in your eyes. you weren't innocent, not by a long shot. and he knew that. but he wanted to corrupt you. he threw his head back as your hands started tracing up his shirt, undoing his buttons.

when you reached the top most button, you leaned in close and whispered in his ear, "can you fuck me?", you kissed his ear, "please?", and again, moving down to his collarbones. he was stunned. you were just covering your wet pussy with your t-shirt a while ago, and now you've asked him such a bold request. not that he was going to decline.

he grabbed your hip with one hand and your face with the other. he turned your face towards him and he crashed your lips into his, getting a moan out of you. he was getting hard already, and you were probably wetter than ever. you did mean it. you wanted him to fuck you. and he did too. his other hand went down to your thigh and started trailing back up.

it was these moments when he touched you that reminded you how you were feeling. and right now, you were still a bit embarressed. you had barely rode him and you were still so wet. throbbing and pulsing, he inserted one finger into you again. you gasped into the kiss.

he was done being teased and was ready to be in control again. he flipped you over so he was on top, and inserted his second finger into you. you tried rubbing your thighs together but he put his hand in between your legs. "now now, darling. i thought you wanted me to fuck you". his hand trailed up to stop right under your bra. he leaned in and kissed the spot. then bit it softly, sucking on the spot to leave it dark red.

you were in a frenzy. his slender fingers were still pumping in and out of you, he was still giving you hickeys along your rib cage and stomach. you arched your back and threw your head back.

"pl...please fuck me- doux..". he chuckled again, inserting his third finger, trying to drive you to the edge. "st-stop playing with me", you stuttered, completely a mess.

"cum for me, lovely", he said, and kissed you up your stomach until he reached your bralet lace. "f-fuck~", you were close. you wanted to climax. and his fingers were working their magic on you.

you had to finish. you had to cum. so you did. you gripped the bedsheet as you released, your back lowering from an arched position as your legs started shaking slightly.

he stared at your cum on his fingers before licking it off with his tongue. god, his tongue can do wonders. "you still want me to fuck you, y/n?", he asked, staring at your shaking legs.

"please", you pleaded. you were the desperate one now. and fuck, it turned him on. seeing you under him, legs shaking, covered in hickeys, and still gripping the bedsheet. all because of him.

it took you by surprise when he took out a condom from his pocket and opened it with his mouth. "you brought a fucking condom?", you asked, partially rhetorically. "i didn't bring it. adam slipped it in my pocket when i told him i was coming here", you laughed a bit. adam was always rooting for the two of you. now that you thought about it, it was adam's idea to have the both of you parttake in seven minutes in heaven at the party. goddammit. well, in this case, you were sort of glad he medled.

"do you not want me to use it?", he asked, he stopped putting it on halfway. "no no. use it", he smiled and put it on fully. you sat up slightly to kiss him, to which he gladly returned. you peeled off his shirt and then took off your own bralette.

you were completely naked in front of him. fuck, if it was even possible, he got even harder. before even touching you, he threw his head back and bit his lip. "fuck" "what?", you thought you did something wrong. he went down to your chest and kissed you around your nipple, his hands pulling you closer by your waist, "you're gonna be the fucking death of me, y/n". you rolled your eyes. partly because of his comment, but mainly because his kisses felt so good.

you held his shoulders and layed back down, pulling you with him to the point where he was hovering over you. you took him by the chin and connected you lips into a very sloppy kiss.

"can i?", he asked into the kiss. you mumbled a verification, not breaking away and gasped when he started inserting himself into you. "fuck- doux!", you moaned as he inserted his full length. "you okay?", he asked after giving you a minute to adjust to him. "fuck..", that was the only thing to could say. without moving at all, he was already hitting your g-spot. "y-yeah, i'm good..", he leaned into you and kissed you again.

your tongues moved in sync, just as your bodies did. after a few minutes, you needed air and broke apart from him, a string of saliva connects your lips. you cried out as his hand reached your clit, rubbing it slightly. as if his dick wasn't enough, you were in a state of pure euphoria. "f-fuck, does this feel good, love?" you wanted to ride him. you wanted to be on top. so you placed your hands on his shoulder blades and flipped him over.

to say he was surprised would be an understatement. his eyes widened as they came back into focus. he always thought you were beautiful. gorgeous. but god, you were so pretty like this. he threw his head back, gripping your sides with his hands as you rode him. he loved this. no, that was an understatement. he never wanted this to end. you riding him, he loved seeing the marks he left on you, your boobs bouncing slightly as you picked up the pace. fuck he loved this.

you ghosted your fingertips over his v-line , he sucked in a sharp breath. "i love when you touch me, sweetheart" "is that so?", you asked as you lowered yourself to kiss him along his lean figure. he was extremely thin, but toned. you placed kisses along the valley of his abs and it drove him mad.

he groaned and moaned your name the more you did it, occasionally biting him and licking over the spot immediately after. you asked him to sit up and he did so, moaning as you both were reaching your climax.

you pulled him into a kiss and he recirpocated, before going lower and kissing down your boobs again. your head rolled back as he sucked on your breast. "i-i'm close" "can i..", he looked at you now, "..inside you?". you smiled and kissed him again, "of course.", you whispered in his ear, "i'm all yours, baby". he threw his head back for the hundreth time tonight at your voice. it was angelic to him. and when you moaned, he felt like he would die right then and there.

you felt his dick twitch inside you, knowing he was close. "can you cum doux. inside me. please?", you asked, kissing his neck. he did as told and came inside you. you followed suit a few minutes later, arching your back as you hit your orgasm.

you removed yourself from him and sat on his thighs, he was still holding you up. "that was...something", he mumbled as he rested your foreheads together. "yeah..". you couldn't verbalize how great that was. were you selfish if you wanted more? maybe his tongue again. you had forgotten how good his tongue made you feel. but you knew you couldn't do anything for the next few minutes. your pussy was still wet, but swollen from everything you had done. besides, you couldn't just ask him, right?

you both sat in silence for a few minutes, still hugging each other and covered in a thin layer of sweat, even though the ac was on. he abruptly gave you a quick peck on the lips and said, "i'm gonna go to the bathroom okay?", you nodded and got off his lap. he put his pants back on and walked to the bathroom.

you threw yourself back on your head, facing the ceiling. you sighed heavily and closed your eyes, thinking about everything that took place, eyes shooting open when you recalled his tongue. that felt so good. the way he gripped your thighs tightly. the way his tongue circled in and around your clit. the way he parted your folds with his mouth. you didn't think you could get so wet this quickly, but you wanted it. you wanted him.

you reached down your stomach, grazing your hips, and your inner thighs. you sucked in a breath as your fingers reached your clit. you rubbed on your bud, whimpering a bit as you rubbed your thighs together. you were so wet that you could insert a finger with no problems, but that wasn't enough. you gripped the bedsheet above your head as you put in two more fingers, gasping slightly. your eyes closed, tightly as you arched your back again.

you pumped your fingers in and out the same way douxie had done and circled inside your pussy. you wanted to moan, so bad, but you didn't want him to hear you. you bit down on your lips, eyes rolling to the back of your hand as you touched yourself more. you were in a trance and moaned out, "fuck- doux.. mmh j..just like that..please". you were so close to your climax that you didn't even hear the bathroom door opening between your moans.

your eyes remained close and your toes curled as you were going to come again. "aah! mm-fuck!", you cried out as you hit your release. your knees started shaking as you lowered them. "fuck", you exhaled, opening your eyes. "thanks for the show, darling", you neck snapped in the direction of his voice. he was standing against your wall, leaning with his arms crossed. fuck he was hot. he was standing shirtless, in his suit pants.

your lowered your arms to cover your swollen pussy, dripping with your juices. "h-how long were you standing there?", he started walking towards you, "long enough". he stood at the foot of the bed again and dragged you close to him by your legs, leaning down to kiss the shell of your ear. "do you want me to touch you again?", he asked. you wanted to tell him off for staring at you, touching yourself. but fuck, you wanted him to touch you again. "y-yes please", you stuttered as he placed open mouthed kisses along your neck, going down to your collarbones.

"hm, how?", his voice rang through your ears as he kissed your breast, biting it slightly, going down to your rib cage. he made you a stuttering mess, "w..with your tongue...please, doux...i want⏤", a gasp escaped you as he started sucking on the inside of your thigh.

"whatever you want, my love", he gripped your thighs like he did before. his lips reached your pussy. still soaking and red. "w-wait doux. too s..soon", you tried saying but he started kissing your clit anyway. he hummed against your folds, the vibrations driving you crazy. "f..fuck doux. pl..please mmh~", you decided it was useless trying to retalliate so you just enjoyed it.

he made you feel so good. and he loved it. he looked up slightly to see your head thrown back, eyes closed, and back curved. he was doing this to you. he was making you feel this good. and he loved it. his tongue slipped in and out of your pussy, wet with cum and arousal.

he loved the taste of your slick. it tasted so sweet to him. you tasted so sweet to him. "fuck", he mumbled into your pussy, "you taste so good, baby".

"i'm c..cumming. d-doux w..w -ah!", he picked up the pace as he started sucking on your folds. the sound of wet skin slapping against his tongue filled the room."go on, love, cum", you did as told, reaching your climax for the fourth time because of him.

he kissed your clit one last time before raising his head. you lifted his chin and connected your lips together, quite forcefully, unconcerned with where his mouth was a few seconds ago.

this kiss was different than before. it was not filled with lust or longing, but with passion and understanding. you seperated and placed your heads together. "you're really good at that", you were the first to speak. he chuckled a bit before taking your hand from his face and planting a kiss to the back of it. "i'm glad you enjoyed it, y/n".

"y/n! can you come here?", you heard zoe's voice call you from her room. you laughed at douxie's horrified expression. "relax, she's not gonna kill you" "are you sure?" "well, she might when i tell her, but for now, no she won't. so i suggest leaving", you hand made a shooing motion.

he quickly put his shirt back on, only doing three buttons as your put on a new shirt and underwear. "just a minute, zo", you called out so she wouldn't get suspicious.

"what about my tie?", he asked, before going out the window again. "i'll give it to you tomorrow", you kissed him on the lips briefly, "now go!". he smiled and pecked your forehead before wishing you a good night and going out the same way he came in.

he was a great muse.

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heaven sent — 08. the apartment

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It was raining again the next day, but there was no Danielle. You sat there, for an hour or so, hoping that she would eventually show up. You soon gave up and went back to sleep so you wouldn’t have to feel the dull ache in your heart.

It was six in the evening when you woke up again, thanks to Minji.

“Bro,” she knocked on the door. “You alive?”

“Yeah,” you answered groggily.

“I made some noodles for you.”

“I’ll be out in a sec.” You groaned as you rolled out of bed, ruffling your hair as you made your way to the bathroom to brush your teeth.

Despite your constant bickering, you were grateful for Minji’s presence in your life. You had grown somewhat fond of her, as much as you hated to admit it, and you both found yourselves confiding in each other late at night after opening a few bottles of soju.

“You look like shit,” was what Minji said when you plopped yourself on the couch. You chose to ignore the comment, stuffing your mouth with noodles instead.

She scrolled on Twitter as you ate, glancing at you in concern every now and then.

“You good?”

You wiped your mouth with a tissue. “Yeah, why wouldn’t I be?”

“How long have we been roommates, bro? You only sleep in this late when…” She trailed off.

Again, you didn’t respond, just continuing to eat.

She pressed on. “Did you fail that essay? Or did your dad call? Is it girl problems?”

Your hand holding the chopsticks twitched for half a second, but that’s all it took for her to realize.

“So it’s girl problems!” Minji threw an arm over your shoulder, to which you cringed in disgust. “Bro, talk to me. I’m practically the love expert around here.”

You peeled her arm off you. “Love expert my ass. You’ve been single your whole life.”

She opened her mouth to protest, but you quickly shut her down. “That one online situationship on Twitter doesn’t count.”

“Okay,” she huffed. “I might not have much experience, but sometimes it might help to get a different perspective.”

“Wow,” you said dryly. “You actually said something that made sense for once.”

“Enough about me. Tell me what’s troubling my favorite couple.”

Well, she’s actually not my girlfriend. She’s a messenger of God. And we kissed. But she kinda just disappeared after that.

“Um,” you cleared your throat awkwardly, trying to think of a believable lie. “I want her to move in with me, but she says she can’t leave, um, Australia.”

Nice.

“Damn,” she whistled. “So it’s serious serious. I thought it was like a petty little argument.”

You rubbed your face tiredly. “Yeah, no.”

“I get it, bro. Long distance relationships are hard. But you guys are both still young.” She slapped your back.

“She’s already made an effort to fly all the way here to spend these few weeks with you. I think you should just make the most of your time together, and consider the serious stuff when you’re both more financially stable.”

“Wow,” was all you could say. “I didn’t know you had that in you.”

Minji puffed her chest in pride. “Love expert, baby!”

You rolled your eyes, but let her advice sink in.

When, or if, she comes back, I apologize and hope things go back to normal. Surely we can still have a fun time and ignore the tension.

“Thanks, bro,” you mumbled.

“You can thank me by making it up to her.” Minji snatched your chopsticks and proceeded to finish off your noodles, which was your form of payment for her advice.

“I don’t even know how to do that.”

She pursed her lips in thought. “What about finishing that song?”

“What song?”

“The song that you had on repeat in your sleep. I literally had to barge into your room and turn it off.”

“Oh. That song.”

She paused. “It’s been a while since I saw you making music, bro. I’m glad that you’re back.”

You managed out a small smile. “Thanks.”

“It’s just an instrumental right? Why don’t you write some lyrics and a melody for it? You’re literally Shakespeare’s daughter. Just write down cheesy shit and sweep her off her feet.”

“Sure,” you deadpanned. “Like it’s that easy.”

“Everything is easy when it comes to love,” she teased, to which you punched her arm.

“I’ve heard enough,” you said, going to your room.

You sat in your chair, uncapping a pen and twirling it as you listened to your old voice notes. Most of them were only about two to four bars long, melodies that randomly popped into your head and resonated with you enough to keep them. Once you found one you liked enough, you knew you could start.

Music composition was a repetitive process. You would play the instrumental for a few bars, freestyle a melody with random words, and keep it if worked. If it worked, you’d polish the lyrics for it, and move on to the next bar. If it didn’t, you would just click play again and try a completely different melody. If you were lucky, sometimes the melody and lyrics would come rolling off your tongue for a whole verse.

You weren’t a singer by any means, but you had created a few demos here and there. As you listened to your first draft, you sank back in your seat and frowned. It felt so empty with just your voice.

You thought about Danielle, and you thought about her stupidly singing to Frozen. You wondered how she would sound singing the song. And so, you spent the rest of the night layering the melody with harmonies with her at the forefront of your mind.

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#newjeans x reader #newjeans fanfic #newjeans fic #danielle marsh x reader #mo jihye x reader

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rphunter · 27 days

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Hey! 19 female here, and I've been thinking about some fandomless plots I'd like to try out lately. A little breath of fresh air since I've been mostly doing fandom stuff for the most part. My plots are either MxM or MxF. 🥀

REQUIREMENTS/RULES

• I will NOT RP with minors under any circumstances, so please be at least 18 to interact with this post.

• Timezone is GMT-3 and my activity may be a little inconsistent, so please keep that in mind if you do decide to RP with me!

• My literacy ranges from Literate to Novella (+Mirroring) so I'd like my partners to be Literate at the very least.

• 100% open to NSFW and darker topics as I think they are fun, but definitely not interested in RPs solely focused on it. That said, I have very few limits so just ask about what you might wanna include in the RP and I most likely won't say no!

• I love world building and lore planning + talking OOC, and am open to playing as many side characters as needed for the story to progress.

• I'd prefer if we made our characters on the spot, however if you feel like you have an OC that would fit any of the plots I provide then by all means feel free to share them!

• I RP mostly over Discord.

PLOTS

MC = My character

YC = your character

King(MC) X Servant(YC): This would me MxM, and in a medieval fantasy setting for the most part. I don't have much of a story planned for this one besides the general Idea so I am very open to anything my partners might bring to the table for this one!

Villain(MC) X Hero sidekick(YC): This would be FxM and most likely set in a futuristic world. I was thinking about maybe the sidekick being left behind to die by the Hero he idolized after a failed mission and the Villain taking pity on him. Enemies to lovers trope.

Chill roommate(MC) X Cranky roommate(YC): This would me MxM. Pretty self explanatory with this one, but it would be slice-of-life with your general angst and slow burn, most likely enemies to lovers. The "animosity" our characters feel for each other could be completely one-sided, or maybe not! Don't have much of an idea for this one as well so just like the first one I am open to ideas.

This should be all! Interact with this post if you feel interested and I will reach out as soon as I can!

#oc roleplay #oc rp #mxf #mxm

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scorpius-major · 1 year

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hello, I love your writing! Can I have a grande 🍹and 🍩 with Alhaitham please!

#Bitter coffee and sweet words!

Ft Alhaitham and gn!reader

Coffee shop au!

In which you work at a small coffee shop near the akademiya

A/n: thank you for the compliment nonnie! This is my first time writing for Al but I hope you like it!

Also I wanted to thank you all for 200 followers! I’m really so appreciative of all you guys! You guys should lmk what I should do for a milestone event! I have literally no ideas, so I’ll go with almost anything!

Working at a coffee shop had its perks

For one you got free coffee and pastries

But the best part is getting to see all the interesting people who visit the coffee house

Namely, a certain grey haired scribe

He always caught your attention whenever he walked in

Which was always at the same time

Without fail he always managed to come at the exact same time and order the exact same thing

Sometimes you wonder how he can drink the same thing everyday

A medium black coffee with 7 shots of espresso and no sugar at 9:40 on the dot everyday

Honestly youre just impressed he can stomach all that espresso in one sitting

The first time you took his order you had to do a double take

Seven shots of espresso?

You had to call your boss to make sure it’s legal to sell someone that

You’re also the only barista who is able to spell and pronounce his name without asking him five times

The first time he came in and told you his name for the order he was fully expecting to botch the hell out of it

But you well exceeded his expectations

Not even 5 minutes later from across the pick up counter he heard

“Medium seven shot espresso for Alhaitham?”

Now it was his turn to do a double take

Despite being known around the akademiya, not one barista has been able to say him name right

At first he thought that maybe you just remembered how he said it and that your spelling was going to be way off

Well he was wrong

You spelled it entirely correctly

Needless to say he walked out of the café with a slight smile on his face that day

And it was like a mini unspoken routine between you two

He’d come in, order his coffee and savor the small little interaction when you hand him the cup

And those few times a week when his hand accidentally brushes against yours when he picks up his coffee leave you hoping for a little more

But then you called in sick one day

Al was still at the café 9:40 on the dot, but he didn’t see you anywhere

He was reluctant to even order because he knew no one could make his order quite like you did

Well at least that’s what he’s telling himself

It could very well just be a placebo effect, knowing you personally made Al’s coffee makes it taste just a bit better than average

And well he was correct

The coffee he received that tasted nothing like his regular order

there’s one detail about Al that sticks out

He is VERY particular about his morning coffee

He could tell how many espresso shots were used and how much sugar was added

Thankfully, you were back the next day

And he was ever so grateful

Not only for the coffee, but to see you again

However he sees you hand a brightly coloured drink over to none other to kaveh

For some reason the way you smiled brightly when handing kaveh his drink set off a little jealousy in his head

Al wanted you to smile at him, not his roommate

And so that’s what he did

When you called his name he stoped you for a second

To ask you if you wanted to go down to the tavern later today

I guess even people who enjoy black coffee can have a way with the sweetest words

#kaveh would order the most fruity drinks change my mind #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #alhaitham x reader #alhaitham #alhaitham x you #al haitam x reader #al haitham #alhaitham x gender neutral reader #genshin impact headcanons #genshin impact imagines

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xo-lesserafim · 11 months

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FALLING FOR YOUR SMILE AND EYES

EPISODE 4. TGIF

authors note: Thank you to everyone who liked my post, since we made it to 50 likes<3. Anyways, enjoy episode 4

Bold: Korean

Italics: Over the phone

Both: Korean and over the phone

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“Minho! I actually didnt think you would call Campus Police! Plus why didn’t you call it or on me?” I asked “Because I told you, I wouldn’t call it on you, I didn’t say I wouldn’t call it on Kitty.” Minho replied. “UGH! Now I’m gonna be the only girl, thanks a lot Minnie Mouse.” “Welcome pup.”

It was time for Literature, I was sitting by Kitty when she fell asleep. “Kitty! Wake up.” I whispered. “Huh? Did something happened.” “No, but are you okay?” “No, but I’ll tell you after class, promise.” “Alright.”

“So, what’s going on?” I asked. “My new roommate sucks, she’s always gaming, and I can’t sleep or study.” “Oh my, that sucks. let’s go talk with Professor Finnerty.” “Professor Finnerty?” Kitty asked.

“Hi Kitty and Andrea. What the problem?” He asked. “Please you have to help me” Kitty pleads. “I understand that the living situation may be a little bit difficult.” “Professor Finnerty, have you ever seen a Jenga Tower of pizza boxes? Have you ever smelled a Jenga tower of pizza boxes?” Kitty asked. “Actually-“ He says before he’s cut of. “You’re our resident advisor. Isn’t there anything you can do?” Kitty asked. “Sorry, Kitty, but the girls’ dorm is full.” “I can’t sleep. I can’t study. I can’t get the mozzarella out of the carpet. And I’m gonna fail all of my classes.” Kitty says. “There’s always the library. I believe you can make it work. You’ve already survived your first week of junior year.” The school bell rings. “ I’m here if you need me. And let’s look on the bright side. This whole living situation, it could be a lot worse.” “How?” Kitty asked. “Could be blue cheese.”

TIME SKIP: AFTER SCHOOL

As Kitty, Q, and I were watching a Korean film, “I dont know.” Kitty said. “It’s a lot of bulging eyes and rotting flesh.” I said. “Drea, what? This is a classic” Q said. “You know who you should be watching this with?” Kitty asked. “Florian.” We both said. “You guys are vibing!” “I don’t know. I mean, I’ve been with plenty of guys before… but I’ve never liked anyone this much. It’s making me nervous.” Q said. “I have an idea. What if we got a group together tomorrow for a binge party?” I said. “We can invite Florian, he’ll love and get hooked on the show, and you, and start watching more episodes, with fewer people, at night time.” Kitty said. “Just take it at one step at a time.” “Yea. Right. Like how you flew across the world for Dae without telling him.” Q said. “Hey, if I hadn’t, I wouldn’t have met you.” Kitty said. “Yea, same.” I said. “Plus we wouldn’t have discovered that we have a half-sibling somewhere in Korea.” “You got me there.” Q said. “ What sucks is that I can’t tell Dae anyone of this, because Yuri is always around. I miss my bestfriend.” Kitty said. “Excuse you?” I said jokingly. “After you, you’ll always be my bestfriend.” Kitty said. “Well, I might know one place Dae will be that Yuri definitely wont.” Q said. “Nature. That girl is not outdoorsy, and you guys are talking to the president of KISS’s outdoors club. First hike is tomorrow.”

“All right people, welcome to KISS’s outdoors club. First rule of Outdoor, please talk about Outdoors Club. That would be quite, no very helpful because we did lose a few members this summer. All right, let’s get started with some stretches.” Q said. I saw Dae come up to talk to Kitty, so I gave them space. Then Yuri came. How many more people are gonna magically come? Then I heard the one voice i never wanna hear. “All right, who’s ready to go on a hike?”

MINHO’S POV

“All right, who’s ready to go on a hike?” I asked. “Min Ho! What are you doing here?” Dae asked. “What!? I can’t hang out with my best friends?” I said. And I also happened to see Andrea. Those gorgeous golden-brown eyes are just so… Wait why an I thinking about her. “Min ho?” Andrea asked. “What?” “Why are even here? I thought Minnie Mouse doesn’t hike?” “Just shut up, Pup.” “Whatever.” “Make sure you guys stay hydrated. I hope you guys used the bathrooms because there are none.” Q said.

ANDREA(Y/N’s) POV

“Andrea.” Min ho said. “What?” “Stop for a second, your shoes are untied.” Minho ties my lace as he said that. “I could have perfectly tied themselves, but thank you.” I said running to catch up to Kitty. But the smirk he gave was so cute, wait… am I think about MIN HO? Gosh, someone help me. I was able to catch up to Kitty at-least. But she was in a race with Yuri. “KITTY WATCH UP.” I yelled. I have never ran as fast I as did, but I beat them somehow. “ I won, you guys both suck.” I said. When Kitty,Dae , and Yuri were up that, Kitty had taken a photo of Yuri and Dae. “Kitty! The baby bracelet has the same symbol as the one in the photo. Come on, let’s go!” I said as me and Kitty ran to the hospital.

As Kitty and I ran through the crowd of people to the hospital, we finally made it. “Hello.” The receptionist said.” “Hello. We’re looking for a information on somebody who was a patient here.” I said. “A current patient?” “No. In 1993.” “Sorry, all past records are strictly confidential.” “Okay, thank you.” I said bowing. “Kitty, all past records are strictly confidential.” I said whispering “Wait what? Really? Wait, I have a good idea.”

As we brought flowers to the maternity ward to cover our faces, Their was a women who had a pass to get into the record room. I had a great idea. “Excuse me ma’am. These flowers are from him.” I said. “Oh, my he likes me!” The women said. “Come on, Kitty.” I whispered. “Let’s go.”

As we sneaked into the records room, Kitty got to the computer, it was in korean. “Let it to me Kitty.” I said. “Found it!” I said. I searches up Eve Song. “Oh my gosh.” I said. “ We have a brother.” “Oh shoot the door opened. “Security!” A man said as security guards came running in. “Do we get a phone call?” Kitty said. Oh my gosh, Kitty.

When we got out, “Thank you so much for saving us at the hospital.” I said. “What were you guys even doing in there.” Professor Finnerty asked. “It’s a ling story.” Kitty said. “Well lucky I was there to sweet-talk the guards.” “Yes, but your Korean could work a bit.” I said. “And, your Korean was almost bad as mine.” Kitty said. “Hey, don’t judge. You’ve had a head start.” “A head start?” Kitty asked. “Well, one of your parents is Korean, right?” He asked. “Mine are both white.” “Really?” I asked. “Yeah, I’m adopted.” “Oh” Kitty said. “Cool.” “Yeah, it is pretty cool. I was adopted by some amazing people.” He said. “Have you every met your birth parents?” I asked. “No.” “ Are you curious? I feel like I would be curious .”I said. “ You certainly are very curious person.” “Have you always known you were adopted?” Kitty asked. “Uh, yeah. It was kind of obvious.” “Right. Duh.” Kitty said. “Do you ever see people on the street and think,like, “Oh my gosh, that person has the same shapes ears as me, maybe they’re my mom, or they could be my dad, or we could have the same ear shape?” I said. “We kinda do, huh.” “You ask a lot of questions, and I’m not an ear expert.” “Wait, Kitty, he was adopted my Australians.” I said. “Adopted by Australians. Twenty-nine-ish. When’s your birthday?” Kitty asked. “I think it’s gonna rain soon. Uh, we should hurry. I think the subway’s this way, Yup.” He said “Okay,” I said. “I think we found out who our half-brother could be.”

“Is Q here? I have 8 minutes until curfew.” Kitty said. “Yeah, in his room.” Okay, thanks, come on Drea.” Kitty said. “All right.” “Come in, “Q said. “And when were at the the hospital, look at we found.” I said as Kitty was showing him a photo. “Adopted by Australian parents, just like Professor Finnerty, and born around the same time.” Kitty said. “ He could totally be our half- brother.” I said. “Okay, what?” Q said. “ The facts add up.” Kitty said. “ I don’t you guys, This could be a huge coincidence. I mean, a lot it Korean Kids are adopted by Australians.” Q said. “But why else would he be at KISS? He probably looking for answers ” I said. “Answers we can find together as brother and sisters.” “Whoa. I think you need a little bit more bit evidence. I mean you guys will be dropping a lot of information on him, including the fact that his birth mom is, well not alive. “Yea, you may be right. But I just get the feeling that our mom kept the bracelet for a reason. I think she wanted to find the baby one day.” Kitty said.

As Min ho and Dae knocked on the door, “We need to show you something.” Dae said. “What?” I thought. “What?” Kitty said. “What the fuck is this?” I asked. “My roommate put on some weird website as I was sleeping?” Kitty said. “My gosh.” “I don’t see the appeal.” Min ho said. “Yea, totally as if you weren’t the one to call Campus Police.” I said in my head. “Yet, you found the site.” Q said. “Kitty, you should move.” Dae said. “You can’t live with that girl anymore.” “ Yea, I kind of agree with Dae. This is kind of sketchy.” Q said. “ I tries to move, but there are no other rooms available.” Kitty said. “Uhh, how about a hotel? My driver could take you right now,” Min ho said. “Cant afford that for an entire semester.” Kitty said. “I sure Dae could hook you up with a discount at Hans Hotel.” Min ho said. “Shut up Min ho.” Kitty said. “Move back in with us!” I said. “What! No, I called Campus Police for a reason.” Min ho said. “Whatever.” I replied. “Yea that could work.” Dae and Q said. “She can bunk with Drea and I, and Dae and Min ho will bunk.” Q said. “Yea!” I said. “Let the moving begin tomorrow!”

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Weak Spot - Chapter 21

RotTMNT Donatello x Reader

Warnings: Aged-up Turtles, Romance, Meet Cute, Villain Donatello, Cussing, Crushes, Xenophobia, Fear, Intimidation, Implied/Referenced Suicide, Hurt/Comfort, Love, AFAB Reader, Vaginal Sex, Sex Rough, Sex, Penis In Vagina Sex, Creampie, Teasing, Scent Kink, Sexual Tension, Breeding Kink, Multiple Orgasms, Cunnilingus

Synopsis: Though it hadn’t come easily, as these things rarely do, you found yourself in a whirlwind romance with a handsome and mysterious mutant. His idiosyncrasies had been easy to ignore as attraction grew into something more. However, will love endure when the unknowns about him end up being far darker than you ever considered?

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First 💜 Previous

Week 1

You: Let’s see how this works?

You: Okay… I wasn’t sure if I was going to get an auto message each time one failed. It just notes it with a little red mark on the message itself. Not too bad.

You: You probably don’t care about that or already know.

You: These probably aren’t the first messages you wanted to read when you got back

You: I should have thought of something more poignant like…

You: It’s been one day and I miss you already

You: How was that?

You: I didn’t stand a chance against my roommate. She crashed into the bathroom this morning when I was trying to change my bandages saying she knew something was up. She was furious.

You: Not at you though!

You: The injuries read accident to her, like a car accident or something? Her voice was so loud. Stupid concussion is killing me. Hard to make sense

You: She made her point though. She was pissed I hid it from her which is fair.

You: You know you straight up said you were gonna tell me what happened. It was the classic I tell you, you tell me

You: And yet!

You: I still don’t know.

You: …

You: I don’t know

You: Work catered today, they want to start up weekly catering. I feel like this is one of those things where they’re going to give us a dumb perk so they can take something really messed up away

You: I saw a video where they were discussing supposed new and revolutionary tech. It doesn’t even come close to the few things I’ve seen of yours. Is it frustrating to know society is so far behind you?

You: So Kaleb has a cat now! He literally came home from work and there was just a cat in his apartment. He got her checked out and she wasn’t chipped. He’s still going to put out notices just in case, but she has already taken to sleeping on his stomach. He’s a goner

You: Her name is Graham Cracker

You: I found 20 bucks on the sidewalk today!

You: Seems lucky, but I’m sort of afraid of luck these days

You: Oh

You: I guess I never told you about that…

You: I haven’t seen those other stupid turtles

You: It doesn’t feel like I’m being watched

You: I feel like I would know, but I’m also not sure

You: Bored today, how about a play by play

You: Breakfast was these microwave mini quiches. It feels so fancy, but it takes a minute and the party sized box means I got food for more than a week!

You: There’s a lady walking and eating a bowl of chili at 834am. I want to know more about her life

You: One of my cubicle mates is coughing up a storm. I heard one of my co-workers ask why she won’t go home. She says she can rest better at work. No fine, just get the rest of us sick.

You: Lunch break! I tried making onigirazu after we had them from that shop, do you remember? They were so good. Mine taste okay, but look terrible. Eh.

You: I don’t usually succumb to the midafternoon slump, but lately I just don’t feel like I have much to look forward to.

You: Wait that sounds bad…

You: Moving on!

You: Freedom!

You: Ugh the whole apartment smells like beans, why has my roommate done this to me!?

You: She also like made dinner so I guess I can’t complain too much

You: Tastes good

You: I’m supposed to progress like business is usual

You: Go through my normal routine

You: Act like nothing happened

You: But something did happen

You: Sorry, I shouldn’t even write this.

You: Disregard

Week 2

You: Some of these packages are straight up unfair

You: Like it started out with cute little things like that monstera spoon

You: Which I’ve already used to strain veggies by the way!

You: But this sticker pack?

You: Like sure I mentioned this show meant a lot to me as a kid, but how did you know which character was my favorite?

You: There is no way you hacked anything to get that info!

You: Could you tell based on my other interests? Do you know me that well?

You: So… I’m not proud of this and full disclosure I went to your apartment last night

You: I guess it’s not your apartment anymore

You: It’s not like I could get in

You: I was sort of drunk and ended up there

You: I just wanted to see it

You: Everything is happening and it feels real

You: I go to work, I see my co-workers, we eat lunch, we do work, I commute home, I see my friends, I see my roommate, but it all feels so fucking hollow

You: Just

You: Anyway, Sheldon was pissed. He kept buzzing my gauntlet over and over

You: He won’t talk to me.

You: I mean obviously he wouldn’t I knew he wouldn’t he

You: You

You: Said he wouldn’t it jeopardizes the plan. He’s only supposed to be there to keep watch.

You: I never saw him, just that damn vibration

You: I left after that.

You: I have a major fucking headache so I guess I learned my lesson

You: I’m drinking water by the way

You: Like you care

You: Woof that looks bad the next day…

You: I was in a bad mood

You: I’m sorry

You: Will these messages make sense without the time stamps?

Week 3

You: Well?

You: Fuck

You: Stupid ocean of texts and shitty red marks

You: Feels like I failed a test

You: I knew there wasn’t a timeline, but in my mind there was

You: I had to count down to something

You: Three weeks made sense

You: Isn’t that like the meaning of a ‘few’ weeks?

You: I went to the art installation with a friend.

You: It was really cool

You: I took some pictures, but not as many as I said

You: Or I guess that wasn’t really an agreement.

You: We never really discussed how that would go

You: A lot of things left unsaid

You: I wonder what I keep expecting

You: Like are you going to show up when you come back?

You: Will I get a calendar invite?

You: Are you just going to respond?

You: Hi

You: Hey

You: Are you in town and your phone is off?

You: Will I even know when you get back?

You: I know you promised, but I don’t think you ever really got my side

You: Oh shit

You: What are you going to do? Stop me?

You: Fuck you

You: Your self worth sucks shit

You: Ha! You can’t say anything back!

You: Seriously what am I in comparison ?

You: I’m just some stupid human. I’m not special. I’m just living my life.

You: I don’t like think I’m ugly or anything. I’m alright. I’m me at the end of every day

You: But you?

You: Seriously fuck you

You: This sucks because I’m actually pumped I get to say what I’m about to say without your stupid emo interruptions but then

You: It just reminds me that you aren’t here

You: Nope not gonna be sad!

You: Anyway

You: Then there’s you.

You: You’re caring. You’re interesting. You’re mysterious. You put on airs like nothing matters when things matter way too much. Plus you’re gorgeous. You’re strong. You’re cut out of fucking marble. You’re a literal walking sculpture. You’re smart. You’re so smart it's actually stupid AND you’re a great lay which is literally unfair to existence. You shouldn’t be all those things

You: Like share with the rest of us!

You: Why the fuck would you come back to me?

You: What could I possibly offer in comparison to that?

You: You should be with the prettiest model genius the world has ever seen

You: Why

You: Should you come back

You: It doesn’t make sense.

Week 4

You: I think I was given too much time to think

Kicking your door open, you stared into your apartment.

It was empty.

You knew that for a fact.

Your roommate had left that very morning to go see her parents for their anniversary.

You were stuck alone.

What a pathetic Friday night.

What else was new?

Crossing the threshold you simply let your coat fall on the floor along with your bag and other useless requirements that validated your existence. There had also been another package. It rolled uselessly out from your things and over to the two others that you had yet to open from this week. Ignoring them as you had been, you threw a foot back. The door slammed shut from it and, with a flick of the wrist, you locked it.

“Welcome home to the sad life of those left waiting!”

You don’t know why you were being so dramatic today.

Trudging away from the pile, you tread towards the kitchen. You weren’t really hungry, but you’d barely picked at your lunch. Fridays had become a testament to capitalistic arrogance as they were days free of meetings and barely filled with work. Still, refusal to adopt some kind of hippie foreign policy kept the higher ups from making the smarter decision to commit to a four day work week. If they had finally exercised some sense, maybe you could have waited until Monday for your reprimand.

It’s not like you meant to send out the work up to the client with an oxford comma.

By all accounts, it was necessary.

Who has a vendetta against a tiny pen flick anyway?

Wandering away from the counter you had approached for no reason, you changed course for the fridge. Light poured from the empty shelves as your roommate had strategically laid out her groceries so she could stuff the thing with party leftovers when she got back.

You, on the other hand, just hadn’t had the sense to shop.

Why do so when you were out almost every other night?

What was left in the cold storage was sauces and not even the most basic building blocks of a meal. Sighing, you switched to the freezer where there was mostly frost bitten ice cream and a box that was far too large for the amount of pretzels it contained. It would do, but lacked some form of protein you probably needed. Flicking up the edge of some pita that definitely needed to be tossed, you glimpsed a box. Pulling it out, it was some discounted freezer meal you had grabbed in case of emergency. Staring at it, you stepped away enough that the door closed.

You could always order in.

Looking out indifferently, your wallet said otherwise. You were due to get paid Monday and you’d been stretching yourself thin in an incessant need to leave the house.

Avoiding one’s thoughts didn’t need to be so damn expensive.

Giving up, you turned and made the few steps toward the microwave. You only sort of gleaned the instructions before reaching for the device’s handle. Your sleeve lifted and there was a peak of your gauntlet underneath it. You quickly slapped the food in and slammed the microwave closed. S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N.’s silence had been deafening. He wasn’t supposed to respond, you knew that, but that didn’t keep you from whispering to him in the middle of the night.

You were such a fucking burden.

Turning away from the ticking dial, you headed towards your abandoned things.

Your phone was in there.

The device had been essentially glued to your hand for three straight weeks. It was only in the last few days that you couldn’t bear to look at it. It was the same case with the unopened packages.

Waiting had made you bitter.

Waiting had driven you out in an endless crawl of the city.

Waiting drained your wallet and mind.

You were still waiting.

The microwave beeped in time. Hobbling over to it, you did some stirring and put it right back in for its final rotations. It already paled in comparison to its poster package counterpart, but it only needed to be palatable.

As did everything else.

Walking away again, you headed towards the couch and avoided sitting to hover in front of the TV with the remote. You flipped over to a movie you had heard your gossipy coworker raving about and set it right at its opening studio notes. A completed beep sounded and you went to retrieve your sad looking dinner. It was far too hot and you let it burn the countertop as you got a drink. You then balanced it on scorched fingertips back to the couch before hitting play. You sank down into the cushions before you realized you’d forgotten a utensil. Groaning at the prospect, you left the movie playing as you got a fork. On the way back, you bumped your drink as you sat and barely saved it from a tumble to the floor. In retribution for preventing its freedom, it sloshed onto your pants and you simply stared at the stain before giving up to grab your food.

Dialog had started as you scooped a bite into your mouth. You immediately scrunched up and chewed as if you were forced to. The texture was wrong and the flavor seemingly took on the mealy quality in a way you couldn’t describe. Thinking only that this was the reason it had been discounted, you ate more out of sheer necessity. With a few calories down, you abandoned the meal to watch the movie. It seemed to be something about a match of two close friends whose quirks led them to really only understanding one another. You were curious what had gotten your coworker riled up when a diagnosis occurred.

Suddenly trapped, you were too far in to do anything and nursed your drink as the movie took a haunting turn. Slowly the routine the pair had going for years was eroded and your chest ached. Still in a rising action, something about the thought of them not being able to watch their favorite movie together again got you. Tears were soon streaming down your face and, as the climax hit, warbled voices speaking of fear activated memories you had tried to keep at bay. The end of the movie sort of happened and by the credits you were hanging your head.

The love was platonic.

No one died.

By all accounts it wasn’t similar at all, so why has this of all things broken you?

Squeezing your face as if it were a sponge to wring out excess tears, you stormed to get a snack. Predictably, or cosmically, the cupboards were bare minus a strange jar of pickled rounds you couldn’t identify and a single popcorn bag that was leaking out of a torn corner. Grimacing at the thought of what that might mean, you cleaned out the cabinet as a whole and ended up accidentally slipping off the counter in the process. You mostly saved yourself, but still hit your funny bone. It exaggerated the stupid tears that kept easily finding their way out of your ducts. Wilting down to the ground and nursing your arm, you stared out across your apartment.

This was all so dumb.

You were being dramatic.

You hadn’t broken up.

You weren’t even taking a break.

He was just gone on a trip.

So to speak.

It was as if you were pulling a reverse of what should be. You’d opened so strong with Donatello. You’d put yourself out there with a confidence that welled from an unknown source. As things got more serious, excitement blinded you. Seeing him was an automatic hit of serotonin so who were you to examine the cracks that seemed to always form every single time something interrupted that. It was alarming that small absences sent you down negative paths so quickly. It was as if the improbability of him accepting a courting had bolstered you. Without that seemingly assured futility paired with his rapidly increasing reciprocation, things were simply too real. Greater weight meant greater loss. The thought of which chained your heart.

You pulled your knees up to your chest and set your chin atop them. Your mind swirled with anxieties and the many questions left unanswered. You’d determined to keep from thinking for just this reason. It only lead down dark paths. You were isolated and had no one but yourself to turn to. Sinking further down, more tears snuck free. This time had been especially illuminating on that front. Your woes were confined to your mind. It seemed like the closer you got to Donatello, the less you could tell others what was happening. It hadn’t been expressly forbidden, but his matters felt either private or, at the very least, illegal in some capacity.

Sure, your friends had seen your mutant boyfriend, but who would believe you just so happened to be jumped by three more who were coincidentally created in the same experiment to eradicate mankind?

Raising up enough to bump your head back against the cabinets, you thought about the physical healing you’d done.

At least you’d made some strides in some department.

It meant undoing them would be all the sweeter.

You needed something greasy.

Standing, you checked the time. It was just late enough that the family places were closed, but early enough that people were just heading out for wild nights. With delivery fees still looming overhead, you looked down at yourself. You’d garnered another stain; this one on your shirt. Caring very little, you marched toward the door. With a swift kick, you toppled the pile you’d left there and rooted out your phone and wallet. Pocketing the device before you could see it, you checked for cash and found that lost bill peeking out. It felt like a sort of fate that you hadn’t thought to use it as a tip elsewhere.

Hitting the street, you stuffed your hands among your possessions. Friday’s poise showed in the passersby and you felt schlubby in comparison. Scrubbing your face only stung where the tears salted your skin and you heard a group of guys laugh. Reminding yourself it wasn’t for you, you turned a corner heading towards the closest fast food chain. Though you’d been out most of the week, the irritations of the day and lonely aspects of the night commingled miserably. You did your best to keep the irrational abandonment at bay, but it seemed incessant.

When had you become so clingy?

You tried to remember before, but it all seemed so futile. In the span of your life you had several decades of time without him and yet they seemed to pale in comparison. It was a red flag of your own making and not one you were keen on taking with you whenever he did return. You needed to temper expectations. You had to act like you hadn’t had trouble sleeping or eating. You needed to stop convincing yourself that your little benders weren’t a necessary evil. You knew better. You needed to miss him less than he clearly missed you.

There it was again.

Wincing so hard a few more stupid tears leaked out, you stopped walking to press your sleeve to your face.

It was obvious.

You didn’t know that for sure.

Why weren’t the rationales working?

Dragging the sleeve across your face so hard it burned, you marched with purpose. Sure, French fries wouldn’t solve your problems and were nothing more than another ridiculous balm, but at least they would taste damn good. You saw the glowing beacon tucked a few blocks down. You burned its lights into your retinas in an attempt to drown out the negative thoughts. They had never reared their head in this way and you were clearly losing the battle.

You had a sea of comments from him that said otherwise and yet given space all you could do was second guess every moment.

In a mental scream, you loudly berated the derogatory voices until you finally reached the restaurant. With doors flung open with a little too much force, you headed straight towards the counter. A man there seemed stunned by your existence for only a moment before his lackadaisical attitude kicked in. You ordered and passed him the 20 to receive change back. Pocketing the money instead of fiddling with your wallet, you wandered over to the sparse seating area.

You hadn’t checked your phone since this morning.

That incessant well of hope sprung up at just the thought.

Mentally building a dam of twigs and mud, you pulled out the device. A few wrong clicks with oily hands meant you bypassed the code to instead bring up the camera. Its last setting had been front facing for whatever reason and you caught sight of what startled the employee. Your hair was a mess, your face was ruddy, your cheeks were clearly tear stained, and there was yet another stain you hadn’t noticed on your shoulder.

Did you eat like an animal?

Cursing the makers of frozen food, you stared listlessly at yourself. You were just bitter enough that you could self-depreciate. Bringing the phone up high to at least attempt a flattering angle, you took a picture with the counter in the background. You shot it off into the sea of other texts with red warnings before thinking to add a comment.

You: Having the best Friday night ever

In a move that you imagined to be like an old gunslinger, you pocketed your device and leaned into a wall. Your eyes felt watery again so you closed them to keep anything else from falling. You wondered if maybe fighting back was the problem. Maybe you just needed to accept that you had always been the reacher in the relationship and, while you berated Donnie at the prospect of making his life about you, you had done so subconsciously as it was the pit you had fallen into. Acknowledgement would help you untangle the sticky web of complex emotions.

You must have finally run the gambit of grief.

Acceptance was the final step, or so they said.

Plotting a better tomorrow and a throw away of this evening, the employee called out to you. Pushing off the wall and feeling the smallest bit better, you went to grab your food. The bag entered your grasp and you lifted it off the tray to keep the worker from having to deal with picking it up later. He took the plastic back and you turned to leave. Parting a glance to the lobby on sheer coincidence, you saw several bills lying on the ground where you had once been. Souring and remembering your old west maneuver had probably dumped them, you sighed as you hobbled over to grab them. In a quick squat, you swiped the tender and heard a resounding clatter of something being dropped in the kitchen.

Slowly pushing off your knees into a rotation, there was a scream and then glass seemed to be flying everywhere. Stumbling backwards and falling into an affixed seat, you opened your eyes from where they were screwed shut to see the lights were now out and the entire front entrance was gone. What remained of it was sharp jagged edges of glass and several people running away outside through the now clear view of the sidewalk. Tinnitus set in signifying there had been some sort of explosion and you deliriously fought against it for clarity’s sake. In what was an embarrassing struggle, you managed to get back on your feet as the first sounds reached your damaged ear drums.

It sounded like the rhythmic motions of heavy machinery.

Vague memories percolated, which you kicked aside as you scrambled up to a corner to peek at whatever was happening. At the register, barely visible by some emergency lighting coming from within the kitchen, was a huge spider-like shape. Two thick legs dug wide into the ground and held up what you identified as the pilot of what must have been a suit. Another arm was then buried into the ruins of the counter while a fourth was wrapped around the employee who had helped you. The appendage brought the man up to the figure’s face where purple light seemed to burn him as his face was contorted in agony.

“I asked you a simple question.”

You nearly dropped your bag of food.

You’d only heard that voice once before.

It had haunted you for a long while, but it now elicited a very different reaction.

“I-I-I-I d-don’t k-know, m-man! I-I-I s-swear!” The employee stuttered and you could see the mechanics coil around him tighter until he had to give up on his grimace to gasp at the pressure.

You also knew that feeling well.

“Looking for someone?!” You planted your feet and shouted out.

The figure stopped dead.

Your heart made for a similar maneuver as you waited.

Then in a deathly slow turn, the figure’s head pivoted to your direction.

Two huge round purple orbs bathed you in their light.

“R-r-run!” The employee croaked.

That wasn’t happening.

It was nice of him though.

The arm released the man and he crashed into a heap somewhere behind the counter.

Mechanics shifted as metal extracted itself from plywood and the arms rotated the figure to face you. You stared up in awe as they then walked over to you in a methodical fashion. With a bend, the two lower arms brought the figure down until he was almost touching the ground. Memories of fear shot high, but they were intangible compared to what was now in front of you. That night had held a misty figure of torment. Even in the dark, the definition you now had painted him in a totally new light.

He was clearly disheveled. You had a feeling it wasn’t meant to be that way and this costume had been thrown on in a hurry. The collar of the black jumpsuit he wore hadn’t been zipped up all the way and flopped at a strange angle. His hood teetered back on his head to the point where a slight shift would probably knock it off. It helped accentuate the clear circuitry in there that wasn’t being used. A belt came off his shoulder and dangled uselessly down. It directed your eye further where you found one of his pants legs hadn’t been properly stuffed into his boots.

It reminded you of how you looked.

It served to further crop up a sort of kinship that then completely squashed the last embers of alarm left at the sight of him.

“You’re… not scared.”

His voice was so deep; it was strange. Still around his footwear, you moved to look into those glowing eyes. They had been white from what you last remembered. The recall of which seemed particularly distant. It felt like looking back on a nightmare many days after the fact. You understood why the employee had winced though. His headlamps were incessantly bright.

“I’m not.” Despite the light, you couldn’t help but soften.

Though you couldn’t see his gaze, you could sense he looked you over. Whatever he found appeased him because, when he brought his attention up, he had an assured aura. “Pretend to be.”

You nodded before an arm wrapped reached out to you carefully. You watched it openly as it slithered along your hip before beginning to encircle you. Memories of a coiling snake lapped at your consciousness, but still felt hollow in comparison to the terror from before. Though it looked similar to how the employee had been held, there was a gentleness as you were lifted off the ground. It was hard not to smile as you remembered his order. Trying to play the part, you freely let out a yelp of surprise. .

“H-hey!” You choked out as if you were being strangled even though in reality that was furthest from the truth.

In a turn and with a stomping of mechanical limbs, you exited out the hole while scared protests leaked off your lips. The wrap hadn’t coiled around your arms and so you made a show of trying to wrench yourself free. Crumbling brick rained down and signaled you were about to head up the building. He let you dangle in a trail behind him so you sent one last desperate plea to the workers who watched on in horror as you disappeared out the threshold. Back in the night air, you watched as three limbs mechanically worked their way up the building. It wasn’t exact, but the way the pack moved more methodically than what you recalled. You hoped the light of the city would help you get a better look at whatever his costume was, but from the back he basically looked like a black blob.

If he were going for anonymity then he was nailing it.

You breached the rooftop and he took pause. From your comfortable perch, you craned your head to see him fiddling with something. Waiting, he eventually turned towards you incrementally through use of his pack.

“We’re going to clear the area. They’ve called the police.”

“Gotcha!” You chirped before remembering yourself. “Oh, am I supposed to keep…?”

“Hold on.”

The pitch was still wrong, but it was teetering more towards recognizable. You were only given a useless moment to wonder if he meant to wait or grab something before he took off. In a rapid crawl that reminded you of a skittering bug, he ate up real estate at an alarming rate. You ended up bunkering down into the arm that shifted its hold as if to shield you. When he finally stopped, you peeked out to find you had to be miles from your original destination. He was fiddling with something again and continued to do so as you were lowered to the roof. The arm lingered until your feet were properly on the ground before he turned to you in a rapid rush.

You realized he’d also gotten his boots down and a gloved hand shot out only to freeze just before grazing you. His head tipped down as he did a blatant sweeping scan that ended in a slow trek to your face. In that time, you finally got the open view of him you craved. His jumpsuit appeared to be purposefully clunky in a way that encompassed his form and gave nothing away of what lay underneath. There was purple stripe detail that lined the zipper that wasn’t pulled up all the way. If it had, the collar would probably obscure his snout all the more. The dangling strap held a similarly colored blocky ‘D’ on it that you found to be an adorable trademark. The only parts of his costume that were suctioned to his skin were where the battle shell stabilized around his waist, his gloves, and his black combat boots that continued the theming with purple laces. His legs were dotted with various pouches and pockets further plumping out his pants with little color coded accents. It all hid him away just like the jet black mask that encased those purple eyes.

It was no wonder the media couldn’t settle on a name for him.

What would someone even call this?

“You aren’t injured.”

“No.” You spoke the phrase as you continued to examine his outfit.

“The photograph.”

You blinked wide before finally turning your attention straight at him.

Stupid selfie.

“Oh…” You grimaced. “About that…”

He straightened slightly as he waited.

“I…” Your gaze hit the roof below. “… had a bad day… is all.”

“You-” He made a noise of irritation and it was the closest to sounding like him yet. You watched his hands come away from you and reach up to his mask. The lights in his goggles clicked off first and you caught a glimpse of his gaze through the colored glass. In one swoop, the goggles and accompanying fabric were in one yanked off and his hood flicked back. Donnie stood in front of you in a huff.

“You-” You corrected. “-overreacted.”

“I-!?” He rose slightly with indignation. “I returned to the city to find evidence of you, distraught!”

“So you are going to acknowledge it?” You added an icy edge with the turn of your chin.

He dropped back down. “What do you mean?”

Anger shot through you.

That didn’t seem right.

“That you’re back! No hi, hello, or welcome! You just destroy a fucking fast food joint without noticing me at all!” You jammed a finger at him, but kept it from connecting. “One month and you’ve completely reverted! Not only did you freak out, you didn’t try to check in with me, and tracked me, with-” You reeled your arm in and threw the other out to push up your sleeve to show your tech gauntlet. “-this!”

He sank slightly into his suit.

“And even now you’re-!” Your breath hitched.

When had all those tears formed in your eyes?

He was back.

Weren’t you supposed to be happy?

Didn’t you have a plan to quell your excitement?

Why is it all you wanted to do was sob?

“Even now… you don’t…” You choked on the bitterness.

There was a click and release. You looked up to find the arms still standing, but Donnie stepped freely away from the battle shell. He closed the short gap between you, but hesitated again with a lifted finger.

“Guilt keeping you?” You spat quietly.

Wait.

“Guilt?” He dipped his head to catch your eye with a sudden urgency.

You dodged him.

This wasn’t right.

“A nice little vacation.” You turned an eye on him only on your own terms.

No, you needed to stop.

He was clearly confused. “It was no vacation, I can assure you.”

“Assure?” Your chest puffed out and leaned your head back. “Calm down, you mean? Quell the piece back home?”

Irrational.

“Piece?” His snout crinkled around the word.

“Just stop.” You seethed and turned away.

You needed to stop.

None of this was real.

You knew that.

Why couldn’t you stop it from pouring out like blood from a wound?

“Y/N, I don’t understand.” He reached up and pulled the zipper at his suit.

“Ugh!” You almost gagged visibly, but were able to barely keep the theatric in check. “Enough stripping already! The costume isn’t the issue!”

He stopped and stared at you with a hardening expression.

“I’ll find my own way down.” You headed towards the access door when his hand closed like a vice around your wrist. You whipped around in a fury completely out of your control. “Don’t touch me-!”

He had his phone out and was swiping through it.

Horror blanketed you and you yanked desperately.

He let you thrash, but refused to let go as his eye scanned the device intently.

Bile burned your esophagus as you changed course. You shot towards him and he dodged easily in spin. “Stop!” You screeched and made another swipe that he easily outmaneuvered while still keeping your cuff on tightly. Furious, you twisted around in a new way and caught a glimpse of his screen.

It was your text chain.

Stomach bottoming out to nearly your feet, you dug your nails into the hand on you. Blood seeped from the pressure and you sent a satisfied smirk in his direction. The pained expression you hoped to find there was instead dire solemnity.

It looked eerily close to pity.

Enflamed, but beaten, you shrank away as far as he’d let you until he seemed to catch up with the messages.. He then allowed his phone to clatter to the ground as he turned on you.

“Don’t.” You warned, already curling into yourself.

He didn’t speak and released you.

You stood numbly and rubbed your wrist.

The damage there was your own.

Hadn’t you wanted to run?

He was coming close and you shirked away from him.

“Donnie stop.”

Like an unrelenting force, he continued to step towards you.

“Listen!” Your voice sounded thin.

He reached out.

“Don’t touch me!”

He halted on contact with the phrase.

You wanted to retract.

You wanted to scream.

You wanted to cry.

This wasn’t how the reunion was supposed to go.

It shouldn’t have happened tonight.

Tonight was already deemed a waste.

“I’d like permission.”

You refused to look at him. “For what?”

Just go.

“To comfort you.”

Why?

“Why?”

“I should have found another way; one that didn’t involve leaving you.”

Stop prolonging the inevitable!

Move on already!

All you’ve done is lead me on!

Go be with the perfect being that is clearly waiting on you!

Stop wasting my time!

Stop wasting yours!

The screams were so loud, your knees buckled.

Instead of falling, you dropped to a squat and buried your face into your hands. Your breath was so loud within the cupping, but it still wasn’t enough to quell those raging irrational thoughts.

You heard a swish of fabric.

He was still there.

He refused to stop hovering.

Why did he keep waiting?

Why wouldn’t he just leave?

Maybe you needed to tell him?

He needed to hear it.

Even if you wanted to, you knew you were too pathetic to ever do it.

No matter how much you wanted better for him.

You were too selfish.

You had been waiting so long for his return.

He was back.

Raising up as if puppeteered by an entirely different entity, you felt the night air hit your wet cheeks.

Of course, you were crying again.

You turned your devastated expression on him and spoke through glass. “I’m sorry.”

He was close; as close as he could possibly be with his big body and yet he still hadn’t touched you. He held out a hand and a handkerchief was deposited there from one of his arms of the battle shell even though it still sat a length away. Taking great care in adjusting the fabric in his hold, he blotted your cheeks. It was there that you felt how he’d maneuvered it so he wasn’t even touching you through the fabric.

His staunch following of your direction caused more tears to flow.

Stupid perfect asshole.

He caught the drips easily.

“I’m a mess.”

He shook his head.

“I have photo evidence to prove it.”

He raised a brow that said he disagreed.

“Why aren’t you saying anything?”

He stared for a moment longer before his gaze sank along with his hand. He stared at the darkened spots where your tears had absorbed into the handkerchief. “My first response needs to be a perfect encapsulation of my thoughts. Though, I am having difficulty formulating one.”

“Silence isn’t better.”

“I see that.”

Shifting off your rapidly numbing legs, you let yourself fall onto your ass.

“I should have realized.” There was a thump of him presumably doing the same. “I could have done something to quell your concerns.”

“Quell, huh?” You responded dryly.

You felt his gaze snap to you. “I ignored your prior insinuation because it was patently erroneous, but I find it alarming that you would bring it up again.”

“Bring up what?” Your legs were still a tangle in front of you and you hiked them up to bury your chin into your knee.

“That there could be anyone else.”

How many times would you force him to say that?

“It makes sense.”

“It doesn’t.” There was a shift as he somehow scooted even closer to you with nary a graze.

“Keep that up and we’ll need a microscope to prove your following orders.” You flicked him a harsh glance.

“I’ll supply one.”

“Donnie.”

“There is no one else. Not here. Not in the Hidden City. There is-” His hand appeared first as an anchor by your hip and then his face as close to yours as could be. “-only you. There has only been you since we met.”

You were glad your lips were pressed to your knee because it kept the questions from sneaking out.

“I will reassure you as many times as is necessary for you to believe me.”

After a lengthy blink, you finally turned a watery eye towards him.

“It does not ‘make sense’ or, however you chose to put it, otherwise. I have never entertained anyone as I have you. I also can’t imagine doing so. Do not depreciate your worth. You have no idea how valuable you are. I will admit, though, that I am unable to be objective in that regard.”

Your head rose from its perch and shook ever so slightly as you stared.

“You had openly shared your concerns regarding abandonment prior. I should have realized that, no matter the circumstance, this was analogous.”

Your mouth turned down threateningly and levered the well of your tear ducts.

“I cannot make up for the time we’ve lost, but you can be damn sure that I will not allow anything to separate us again.” There was a wicked edge to his eye that spoke of things set into motion that were probably best left unknown.

“Why me?” Your knee dropped down, leaving your torso exposed.

He gave his patented look. “I believe you were the one to attempt pivoting that statement through the other’s lens.”

Your brows knit.

“I could ask you the same, a stalemate.”

You shifted, opening yourself up all the more. “Why don’t you worry about me finding someone else?”

He squinted as if that were impossible. “Why should I?”

You pursed your lips and turned away a little. “Sorry, ‘Mr. Perfect.’”

“Setting aside your sarcasm, I just acknowledged fault, i.e. the enemy of perfection.”

“No.” You gave a sigh as you changed positions to face him. “I was being rude because you apparently think you’re so good that I couldn’t possibly go after anyone else.”

His gaze flicked away as if he were waiting for some joke to be called. When one didn’t, he returned with honest confusion. “For the sake of this… thought exercise, and I want to remind you that it is such and thus hypothetical on all accounts, that I would know the moment I came into contact with you, if you had been unfaithful, but, again for the sake of the exercise, I will ask, why would you cheat on me to begin with?”

“We’d have to be dating.”

His head bobbed as again he searched for the camera crew before returning to you with an affronted look. “We are.”

“Are we?” You lowered yourself under the weight of nerves.

“We continually go on dates, you’ve slept over nearly as much as you did your own apartment… We are by all accounts romantically entwined.”

“Your…” You could only find earnest intent across from you. “That’s something you have to establish!”

Donnie pinched the bridge of his snout. “I did!”

“Uh, no, you didn’t!”

Donnie shook his head like he couldn’t believe what was being said. “You told me I had to clarify when I asked you out and then I did exactly that. I didn’t mince my words and you accepted verbally.”

You stared openly and searched to find no such memory. “I have no idea what you’re talking about!”

“All this time-” Donnie growled and brought a hand up to push between his eyes like he had an oncoming migraine. “I don’t know what’s more concerning; that you somehow didn’t realize or that there was even a possibility you could go to someone else.”

“Donnie!”

Donnie dropped his arm and stared at you with fiery determination. “Would you like to date exclusively?”

“… Yes.”

“Would you like to be monogamous?” A venom leaked in there that said he would fight otherwise even though he offered the choice.

It brought the bud of a smile to your lips that you fended off. “Yes.”

“Then we are officially confirmed, though I refuse to acknowledge this as an anniversary. Voice your agreement.”

The grin blossomed against your will. “I agree and also, you’re keeping track? You don’t seem like the anniversary type.”

He shot you a biting look which he quickly traded for recognition. “Was that the source of your insecurity?”

You opened your mouth and closed it to turn away. “I want to give a flat yes, but… no. It’s clearly more.”

Donnie nodded slowly. “Is there anything I can do?”

You shook your head. “This has all been terrible timing. I… I literally just decided tonight to start working on this…”

“This being…?”

“You name it: negative thoughts, doomsaying, self blame, fear of abandonment...”

Carefully, he placed a hand to the ground near you. His fingers twitched as if he wanted to touch you, but resisted by digging a pad into the roof. “Was there a particular revelation?”

You gave a single dry chuckle. “You could say that.” Your head tilted as you stared at his hand. “A bad day led to worse thoughts. I’ve been fighting it, but I’m weak.”

You could feel offense rolling off your partner.

“I’m clingy, needy, and, apparently, super insecure. Logically, I knew it was all… illogical, but the bad thoughts just kept coming. I feel like a huge hypocrite.” You fought the urge to curl up. “It’s barely been a month and I worked myself up into such a tizzy that I convinced myself there had to be someone else. Not because I had evidence or an inkling, but because I just… thought so little of myself? … I guess?”

One of his fingers curled and stroked the uneven surface below in an attempt to soothe himself.

“Even now, I believe you. I hear you. I want to be happy. I can feel it submerged beneath this stupid ocean of doubt that I am; that we’re finally official.” You shot him a look which he caught with a tired expression. “To me.” You clarified before dropping your gaze. “Which is great, but it’s not an instant fix. The doubt is still there even though I know it isn’t real. Us… being close. It’s like an imposter syndrome that doesn’t set in until we’re apart and I can see it. Like no matter how close we get, you’re destined to leave.”

Donnie stopped and spread his digits out flat.

“I’m sorry. This isn’t the reunion either of us wanted…”

“The kind doesn’t matter.”

You looked up at him to find that he was also examining his own hand. “When you say it like that, it sounds like it doesn’t matter that I’m upset.”

He chuffed before looking at you, deadpan. “I despise when you’re upset, but reuniting, no matter the circumstance, was my top priority. It was always meant to be the first action upon my return. I would have preferred to take you in my arms, but I am also to blame for that failed occurrence.”

“What… happened? What were you thinking?”

“I wasn’t.” He responded too quickly before relenting by tossing his head. “I emerged from a portal with my phone at the ready. I sent the retrieval code and allowed the messages to filter in. While they were dispersing, I messaged S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. to see if you were home. He replied that you weren’t so I switched back to our text chain and that’s where I saw… that photo.”

In a shift of your body weight, you pressed a hand near his and leaned onto it.

“I’ll admit the next actions are a blur outside of the single drive to eradicate whoever had the notion of harming you.”

You have a small smile. “Kinda hard when it was a movie and me.”

“A movie?”

You mocked a wince before rolling your eyes. “Even more dumb; it was nothing like us, but it was just some sad flick where one friend dies… Nevermind, the point is the thought of them not being able to hang out anymore hit me wrong.”

He made a noise of comprehension before his silence tugged your eye. You looked to find him thinking, but there was a hostile air to him.

“You’re not going after the writers, directors, or whoever!”

“Hm?” He looked up and you could see the plastic veneer of how synthetic his surprise was.

“Quit! It’s a story! Some movies are sad!” You blew a puff of air at him and he turned away from it.

“I suppose that leaves you.”

“Yeah…” You looked over at his battle shell. “I’m not gonna win that one.”

“I beg to differ.”

You gave him an audacious look, but he simply returned it with a neutral one that spoke of nothing else. “Huh.”

“A glaring weakness.” He said simply before returning his gaze to his hand.

You tried to imagine what that was before another image sank it and left goose bumps in its wake. “Take me in your arms? Were you daydreaming about me Donatello?”

The sudden use of his full name in a casual manner seemed to jar him though he fended off physically doing so. He let it linger before his expression shifted to a tender one. “May I?”

You weren’t sure what he was asking, but your lips moved. “Yes?”

He rose up and you felt grounded by the intense look he shot you. He then leaned in threateningly close and brought an arm up. Instead of catching you, it simply hovered as a cage around your shoulder as his nose leveled out with yours. “You plagued me to the point where it interfered with my work. It was the inability to contact you that was the true torment. You have no idea the amount of times I considered popping back into the city. It only need be long enough to glimpse you in a futile attempt to quell that inane distraction if only for a moment.”

You shrank away and hoped to fall into his arm.

Still trapped by your order, he adjusted to keep you from doing so while leaning farther forward to make up for the space.

“You-?” A shudder interrupted you, but you forced your eyes open through it.

“Missed you.” His gaze flicked to your lips then back to your eyes for clarification. “I missed you.”

A tear ran down your cheek and you watched it try to pull Donnie’s eye. He refused it and you launched yourself at him. With your arms encircling his neck, he allowed you to knock him clear to the ground. There you refused to let go and buried your face into his collar. You felt his arms hovering and you had to turn just enough to speak out. “Please. Hold me-no-whatever you want. Just anything, please.”

His arms came around in a crushing force and you happily accepted by desperately rooting as close to him as possible. It took far too much wiggling for what could have been comfortable, but you eventually settled with your legs slotted between his, curled up on his plastron. He rubbed at your back in both a soothing and hungry motion. You butted your head further against his and he dipped down to bury his against your hair. He paused suddenly there and you felt him take a deep breath. He then made a noise of irritation before doing his own desperate jostling. You giggled as he scrubbed manically at you with his head. The faint scales of his cheeks tickled yours and he got a grip on the back of your head to keep you in place while he did his work. It wasn’t until he stopped, gave another testing sniff, and let his muscles relax that you finally chanced questioning it. “Something off about my smell? I haven’t taken a shower yet.”

“There was no trace of mine.”

You blinked wide before propping yourself up with elbows to his plastron to look down at him. “Yours?”

“Mine.” He repeated firmly though his gaze clearly indicated it was meant differently.

You shrank down to join your hands around his chest. You let the heat in your cheeks smolder before a little counter thought buoyed you. “It goes both ways since… you are my boyfriend after all.”

You felt his whole body give a single second tense at the statement before his arms reaffirmed their encircling. It gave you time to reign in your overwhelmed emotions.

When you came to, you felt sleepy. “How was the Hidden City?”

“I saw little. I tucked myself away into a lab and only left a handful of times.”

You tried to picture him surrounded by proper lab equipment. “You did say it was no vacation.”

“Indeed.” He quieted and you felt one of his thumbs begin to draw lazy circles around the small of your back. “We can go one day, on our own terms. I’m sure you will be stunned by the beauty there.”

“Not you?” You hummed, shifting your chin against his pectoral plate.

“Never.”

Against your body’s protest, you hoisted yourself up again. “I don’t want to go then.”

His gaze dipped to you genially, but his head continued to lay flat. “Not interested in making memories anew?”

“Giving better context is fine, but hearing you actively dislike it makes me less curious. We’re making memories just fine. Plus, it’s hard for me to care about a place I didn’t even know existed until a month ago.”

He smiled, satisfied, and closed his eyes.

You sank back against his chest and grew still until you could just feel the faintest rise and fall of his breath. With the terrible voices finally tapering off in the face of Donnie’s dedication, you gave a single snort as you remembered something.

His finger tapped you to communicate his question.

“There was one real downside tonight.”

“And what’s that?”

“I didn’t get to eat the food I bought. I honestly have no idea what happened to it.”

Donnie gave an amused snort of his own.

“What?” You pouted even though he couldn’t see it. “Sure, it’s crap and cheap, but I still wanted it.”

“Look up.”

You had a question on your lips, but, as you shifted to obey, you heard the movement of his battle shell. It walked over until one of its mechanical arms outstretched and held a paper bag overhead.

You rose up in time with your arms to take it with both hands. “What the…?” The arm released and you immediately felt the heat. “It’s still hot!?”

“My battle shell has a warming function. It’s obviously not fresh, but-”

You ignored him to scrambled off and sit cross-legged beside him with the bag between your legs.

He grumbled as he forced himself upright.

You pulled out your sandwich and unfurled the paper slowly, savoring the scent that rushed out. You then sank your teeth into it and took a huge bite. Coming away to chew, you threw your head back and gave a happy hum.

Whatever latent ire Donnie had melted away and you could feel him watching you with affection.

Swallowing your bite, you dunked your hand into the bag to retrieve some fries and held them out to him. “Thank you.”

He exchanged a look between them and you several times before leaning forward to bite down. You released as he took them and watched as he cutely chewed them up into his mouth with rabbit-like imagery. He caught your enamored staring and you shirked away from his smirk to take another bite of your sandwich. He leaned back and planted his arms out behind him on either side to lazily gaze skyward. You scootched over until you were slotted against his side and leaned into him. You then continued to eat while routinely feeding him fries. Savoring your meal, you eventually finished and flopped against him to bear nearly all your weight. He accepted it easily and sank down until he could lay his head against yours.

You nudged him affectionately and lamented how greasy your lips were. You doubted he’d want to kiss you like that and internally sulked. In a gentle shift of metal, the battle shell dropped down and created a backrest for both of you. When you leaned into it, it then shifted for added comfort and to create a protective barrier around you. Pacified in nearly every sense, you stared up at the stars as everything else felt insignificant. It meant when a voice did reach you, it felt particularly far away.

“We are to not decide actions for the other solitarily.”

You hummed your affirmation.

“Are you conscious enough for this conversation?” Donnie craned his head and appeared in the top right of your vision.

“I’m up.” You twisted your body some so you could watch him.

“How do you feel about what I did tonight?”

You tilted your head, about to think it over, when he continued.

“Barring the tracking and overreaction.”

Raising your brows in comprehension, you gave a little nod as you thought it over. “I probably should care more about the property damage, but it’s just some dime a dozen chain. Well… wait. Does it hurt the franchise owner?”

Donnie studied you carefully, but his features gave little away. “And the employee?”

Shifting as he ignored your question, you frowned. “Did you hurt him?”

“Nothing lengthy.”

“And franchise?”

“It’s easy enough to look up ownership in addition to their insurance policy. After the Krang, most businesses in New York are required to carry a level of supernatural coverage.”

Krang?

“Why do you ask?” You really didn’t want to sit up, but the conversation was begging you to.

He was quiet for a long moment. You watched carefully as his eye held a heavy quality before he sent it upwards towards the sky. “With your permission, I’d like to slowly bring you into my world. Given lengthy time to evaluate our options, I’ve determined ignorance is no longer your safest course.” Dropping his withdrawal, he looked down at you with a sudden lighthearted air. “You think I, of all people, would have realized knowledge is one’s greatest defense.”

“You’re the dumbest smart guy I know.” You beamed up at him.

He soured into nearly a glare.

“Don’t worry. You’re still mine and I wouldn’t have it any other way.” You leaned up to peck him and paused as you remembered the grease.

He noticed and reached down to something you didn’t care to look at. You were carving his image back into your fresh memory when the crinkling of paper followed. His hand then appeared with a brown napkin. You shot him a smile before taking it to wipe your face. When you came away he was obviously presenting his cheek. You played up a show as if you were forced before leaning in to give him a kiss. Right before you made contact, he turned and caught your lips with his own. Trying to downplay how he’d caught you off guard, you decided to get him back by deepening the maneuver with a sudden ferocity. Air rescinded as he sharply inhaled in surprise.

Coming away only enough that when he spoke his lips brushed yours, he asked, “Your response?”

“Yes, all around.”

“Good.” He pulled another kiss from you in a slow way that made the way your lips resisted separation all the more apparent. “Do you like Italian?”

“Food?” You had to pull back to laugh. “I mean sure, we’ve had it before.”

A little content rumble came from his chest as the arm around you pulled you back to him. “There is an event I’d like you to attend as my date. It will send a message. I will not be surprised again. Is that agreeable?”

“S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. was right. You are possessive, hm?”

“Then it is a good time to mention that another factor in all of this is selfishly wanting you by my side. Always”

This time you stole a kiss.

He was growing more hesitant to pull away, but he seemed to want to say something else.

You decided to be the one to interject “It’s another ‘it goes both ways.’”

Against his will, his eyes grew owlish.

You dipped your voice down and ghosted over his lips as he had you. “You’re not the only one who wants the world to know who you belong to.”

In a growl, he flipped you and crushed his mouth to yours as the battle shell reconfigured into a sort of supportive seat. You made out until you heard a fist bang against metal. Donnie then rose up with anger painting his features. “Incessant!” He growled and looked down on you. “As much as I’d like to continue. I have one more obligation that must be fulfilled.”

“Yeah?” Your lips throbbed, kiss bruised.

“A stipulation of our agreement was him being able to see you as soon as you were cleared, safe, and content.” Donnie sat back on his knees and brought his arm up. It was then that you realized his gloves had disappeared long ago. Remembering the way they had once grown, it made sense they could retract similarly. With a shove, his sleeve pushed to his elbow and he tapped his tech gauntlet with excessive force.

“Him?” You wondered aloud, though the word hadn’t actually registered in your mind.

As if to answer your question, there was a sudden droning sound coming in fast.

You shot up, nearly crashing into Donnie as you searched the sky.

You located the faint glow of S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N.’s rotors soon enough and stood ready as he crashed into you.

“Careful!” Donnie hissed, softening your impact with an arm behind your back.

“I’m sorry, Y/N! I’m so sorry! Having to listen to you every night and not being able to respond broke my metaphorical heart! You have no idea how many times I wanted to say screw it and come see you! No matter how dumb the whole thing was, the safest decision was not to, but that doesn’t mean I have to agree. Just know I heard every word and I’m gonna so make it up to you! I’ve got a whole list! Just like the things you mentioned! It’s gonna be awesome!” S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. outpoured in speech so fast you could barely keep up.

Donnie sparked and looked down at you with wide eyes. “Every night?”

You looked up at him sheepishly. “Uh…”

“More than you were texted. That’s for sure.” S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. remarked proudly.

“S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N.!” You barked before turning to Donnie apologetically. “It was different. I knew he was there-”

“It’s alright.” Donnie cut you off and you could see he was already sinking into a self-depreciation you knew all too well.

“No!” Not letting go of S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N., you shot to your toes and then had to do a jump to catch Donnie’s lips. The first kiss only made contact with his chin and he jostled awkwardly at the move. His gaze met yours to find you sitting firm with narrowed brows and fiery determination. S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. buzzed out a teasing syllable as Donnie dipped down into reach so you could kiss his worries away.

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