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javiscigarette · 1 year

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Fixed on Your Hand of Gold

Joel Miller x f!Reader (pre/no outbreak)

Summary: Joel breaks his promise. Actually, no plot just filth.

Warnings: SMUT! NSFW 18+ no use of y/n, established relationship, dom!Joel Sub!reader, subspace, thigh riding, masturbation, pretty rough (very consensual) unprotected sex that's still somehow very sweet, choking, multiple orgasms, in the same vein as Push and Pull, you get the vibe

Word Count: 6.5k jeez

Today was Joel’s day off.

He’d been busy with work lately, caught up on a project with a particularly picky client. Which is why he promised to dedicate his day off entirely to you.

So, when you wake up and see Joel’s side of the bed empty and hear him talking downstairs instead, you’re not particularly pleased.

You throw yourself out of bed clad in only one of Joel’s t-shirts and panties and creep downstairs. You find him sitting on the couch and talking on his phone in nothing but his boxers with a blanket wrapped around his shoulder to keep himself warm. The way he looks so cute and soft tugs on your heart.

From the words he’s saying, you quickly recognize that he’s talking with the same client, trying to solve yet another problem they’re run into. He hears the sound of your footsteps and looks up, giving you a sheepish, apologetic smile before putting his hand over the receiver and mouthing the words I’m sorry while other person talks.

Although disappointed that he’s still busy with work, you’re just glad that he’s actually at home.

You give him a soft, understanding smile in return before heading to the kitchen to make breakfast for the two of you.

After you finish cooking and re-filling Joel’s coffee mug twice, he’s still talking on the phone. You walk into the living room when you’ve finished cooking, whispering that it’s ready to eat. Joel just points to his phone, shrugs guiltily and continues talking. Steadily growing more frustrated, you roll your eyes and head back to the kitchen to eat breakfast by yourself. The day was definitely not starting the way you hoped.

You finish eating and clean the dishes and Joel still talking on the phone. What could they even possibly be talking about you think to yourself as you plop down in the recliner across the room. It feels like they’ve had time to talk about every topic on god’s green earth and then some.

You try to patiently wait for him, curling up in the chair and reading your book.

But your frustration is starting to build up, upset that this whiny man is keeping Joel’s attention away from you.

After another 20 minutes pass with no change, you’ve had enough.

Logically, you know that you probably shouldn’t distract Joel right now with how stressed out he is about this project. Joel has even bought you a plethora of toys, that you could go get yourself off with, but nothing else feels nearly as near as good as what he can give you with his body. And you can’t help yourself. You’re needy and you want to have a little fun.

You sit up straight in the chair, facing him directly. The sound of you slamming your book shut is loud enough that Joel turns to look at you, his expression a mix of concern and guilt as he gives you another apologetic smile. You know he knows that you’re annoyed, and you know that he is too. Still, you don’t smile back.

Instead, with your eyes fixed on his, you slide a hand up over your shirt to your breasts and delicately trace your fingers over your nipples. Joel’s eyes widen and the muscle in his jaw twitches as he watches you. He immediately knows what he’s in for.

Eyes still glued to his, you continue to tease yourself until your nipples are stiff and poking against the thin fabric of Joel’s t-shirt that you’re wearing. But you don’t stop there. No, you’ve waited too long, and you’re fed up.

Joel’s Adam’s apple visibly bobs in his throat as he watches you slide your hands under your shirt. His jaw drops just slightly as you pull your shirt up far enough so that he has a good view before you start to cup your breasts and tweak your nipples between your thumb and forefinger.

The sensation makes your eyelids flutter as you tilt your head back. You’re no stranger to your body; you know exactly how to make yourself feel good. And the fact the way Joel is watching you, practically drooling from his spot on the couch, is magnifying the pleasure of every little touch.

The hunger is clear in Joel’s eyes now, but his tone is still steady as he talks on the phone. Wanting more of a reaction from him, you decide to take a step further.

You start sliding one hand down your torso, stopping when you reach the band of your panties all while other hand continues to play with your nipples. Joel shakes his head slowly, his face stern as he gives you a silent warning. You obviously ignore it, hand sliding into your panties.

Joel watches like a hawk as you tease yourself. You lightly trace your fingers up and down your slit, surprised but thrilled that you’re already much wetter than you thought you were. You flash him a devious grin then slip two fingers into your wet heat. The eye contact finally breaks when your head falls backward against the chair, soft moans tumbling past your lips as you slowly pump your fingers in and out of your leaking hole.

After a few seconds you pick your head up, eyes back on Joel. His face is tight now, his lips pressed together in a straight line, his jaw clenched, veins bulging against the thin skin of his neck. Seeing how much you’re working him up without even touching him just makes you wetter, your slick starting to drip down your fingers and onto your palm.

You flit your eyes down to find the outline of his rock-hard cock pressing against the seam of his boxers. It makes your mouth water. You decide to work even harder.

You your fingers inside of you, just enough to brush against your g-spot. It doesn’t feel nearly as good as it would if it were Joel’s fingers, but it still makes you gasp as your thighs start to shake just a little. Your eyes threaten to shut as you continue to fuck yourself on your fingers, pressing over and over again against the spot that sends shivers up your spine each time.

Joel is about to combust. He's gotten a lot quieter now, responding to the other person on the phone with short “mhmms” and grunts on agreement as he watches you do the job he’s supposed to be doing.

The way he’s staring at you, not even blinking as you get yourself off has your whole body flushed, every inch your skin burning with desire. It doesn’t take much longer before your teetering on the edge, white hot heat pooling your lower abdomen.

But you don’t want to cum yet. Not like this.

So, you remove your fingers, biting your lip to suppress a whine at the loss. You pull your hand out of your panties, fingers shiny and dripping wet, and hold them up for Joel to see. Joel’s eyes roll into the back of his head and close for a few seconds as if just the sight of your arousal coating your fingers was too much to even look at.

They snap open again when he hears you moving. His heart starts to pound in his chest as he watches you stand up and swallows thickly when you start to slip out of your panties leaving your cunt on full display for him. Oh he’s a goner.

You saunter over towards him, swaying your hips for dramatic effect until you’re standing right in front of him. He’s staring straight into your soul as he reflexively spreads his legs, giving you enough room to stand between them. He keeps talking on the phone, but his mind is somewhere else entirely, completely focused on you. With a smirk, you climb into his lap, slowly lower yourself until you’re straddling his thigh, your wet core burning hot on his bare skin.

Joel lets out a strangled huff of air and wraps an arm around your waist, holding you tightly in place while his other hand keeps the phone pressed to his ear. You watch him with a sweet smile and wait for him to finish his sentence before bringing the two fingers that were just inside you to his lips.

He doesn’t hesitate for one second, automatically sucking your two fingers between his lips. He looks straight at you, gaze unwavering and works as quietly as possible, his tongue greedily swirls around your digits, sucking them clean of your slick. The sight alone sends shockwaves straight through your core causing you to grind down on his thigh, desperately chasing after any sort of friction.

He abruptly moves his mouth off your fingers to answer the question that his client just asked. He’s still speaking clearly enough, but you can hear the arousal starting to creep up in his throat. You’ve almost broken him; you just need one final push.

You place both hands on chest and use the leverage to grind your hips. The pressure on your clit is delicious as you slowly drag your pussy back and forth on his thigh, his skin already wet and shiny just from you. You let out a shaky breath, your mouth falling open in a silent moan as you gradually pick up your pace.

Joel is barely breathing, his arm tightening around your waist, trying to stop you from grinding back and forth on his leg. But it’s no use and he’s not strong enough to resist you.

He starts to slightly bounce his knee up and down while flexing and unflexing the muscle in his thigh. The movement cause you to gasp and he nearly moans right into the phone when he feels a fresh wave of slick leak out of you and onto his thigh.

And that’s it.

“I’m sorry, I’ll have to call you back” is all Joel gets out before he’s hanging up the phone and tossing it to the side.

“Fucking finally” you say, your voice getting caught on a moan as Joel moves one hand to grip your hip and the other to wrap around your throat. His fingertips dig into the soft skin of your hip but the hand around your neck stays loose, serving more as a reminder that he could if he wanted to.

“You naughty girl” Joel huffs between clenched teeth “Teasing me while I’m talkin’ on the phone?” You moan at his words. Seeing his dominance shine through causes your craving for him to fuck you senseless to skyrocket.

You manage to respond between gasp and moans as you grind harder against his thigh “You promised, Joel”

“Aww” Joel coos, his fingers tightening ever so slightly around your throat. “My poor baby just needs me, huh? Your greedy little cunt just can’t wait to filled, is that it?”

“Yes, sir, please.”

He can the vibrations of your voice under his palm and his chest fills with satisfaction while his cock twitches in his boxers hearing you call him sir without him having to prompt you. It’s one of his favorite things in the world, seeing how easily you submit to him, so eager for even just a speck of his attention.

In almost any other scenario he would punish you with endless teasing until you’re a blabbering mess, begging for him to let you cum. Then he’d fuck you stupid until he’s had his fill, reminding you of what happens when you act like a brat.

But right now, he wants it just as bad. He’s been busy with work, stressed to the max with this client and he needs a good break. Even though you should probably be punished for your behavior, right now, all he wants to do is please you. Joel wants nothing more than to watch you fall apart as he gives you everything you need and then put you back together when he’s done.

His hand on your hip pushes and pulls, forcing you to quicken your pace while his other hand remains securely around your neck.

“Don’t worry angel, I’ll fill you up real good but I want you to cum just from grinding that sweet little pussy on my thigh. Can you do that for me?”

You nod enthusiastically and immediately double down on your efforts, grinding harder and faster on Joel’s thigh. You’re already so close from fingering yourself earlier and now that you have his undivided attention, the anticipation of what comes next is making your head spin.

Joel watches you carefully, feeling your pretty sounds under his hand. He situates his thumb right under your jaw on one side of your neck, his fingers in the same place on the other side. He applies slight pressure, carefully gauging your reaction as he does so.

He is well aware that he’s in control and that you’d do just about anything he asked you to do. But he also knows that being in control means that it’s his responsibility to monitor you and check in with you on a regular basis, making sure that you’re with him every step of the way. He knows you trust him with your life, and he doesn’t take that lightly.

So only when you look at him with warm, glossy eyes and give him a little nod of permission does he squeeze his fingers just a bit more, restricting the blood flow to your brain while still letting you breathe.

He watches in awe, feeling your breath hitch as your eyelashes flutter against your cheeks while your cunt pulses against his thigh. Just the amount of trust you have in him to choke you like, letting him play with you like this makes him absolutely feral.

He lets your ride for a few more seconds before he takes his hand off of your throat. The blood rushes back to your head and you let out a shaky moan while he marvels at the light red marks on your skin in the shape of his fingers.

He shifts his gaze to your neck, seeing the sweat start to shine on your skin. He can’t help but lean up and attach his lips to your neck, biting and sucking at the delicate skin, not giving a single fuck if he leaves a mark. The taste of your skin on his tongue, the salt of your light sweat combined with the scent of your shampoo and your perfume mixed with the smell of his own faded cologne on his shirt that your wearing has him feeling dizzy and warm.

Your mouth is right next to his ear allowing him to pick up on the subtle change in your moans and whines and oh does he knows what that means.

“Show me how much you need me, angel. Make a mess on my thigh, I know you want to” Joel urges, sounding almost as desperate for your release as you are.

Both of your hips are in his grip now. He tightens his hold, forcing you to grind down even harder. That’s all it takes to push you over the edge. With a loud cry, your entire body trembles as your orgasm crashes down on you. You collapse on top of him, falling forward onto his chest, you face buried in his neck. You squirm in his lap as your vision fades to black, ears ringing as pleasure pulses through you, white hot heat washing over your entire body.

Joel groans as wraps his arms around you your waist, pulling you into him and holding you close as you ride out your high. Goosebumps prickles his skin, and he shivers each time you moan, your warm breath tickling his neck. He curses under his breath with he feels your pussy clench around nothing against his leg, begging to be filled. It’s something he’ll never ever get tired of seeing, a persistent craving so deep in his bones that he’d do just about anything to see you cum.

There’s no time for you to come down from your high before Joel is moving, maneuvering you until you’re lying on your stomach with your face squished against the leather couch cushion. Behind you, Joel practically rips his boxers off and settles into position between your legs before lifting your hips up and sliding a pillow underneath you.

He uses his fingers first, his hand gliding over your slick lips for a few seconds before he’s stuffing you full with three fingers. You let out a broken moan and squeeze your eyes shut, the sudden sensation combined with the aftershocks of the orgasm you just had making stars dance behind your eyelids.

“Oh, angel.” Joel purrs when he feels your walls clench tightly around him “Your little pussy is so tight for me, baby. You need me to stretch you out with my cock, don’t you?”

You mewl into the cushion at his words and push your hips back against his hand.

“Yes, sir, please fuck me, need your cock so bad, sir, please”

And who is Joel to deny such pretty begging?

He pumps his fingers in and out of you a few more times before he removes them from your aching cunt and brings them up to your face, pulling the same little stunt that you pulled on him a few minutes ago.

“Taste how sweet you are, angel. Sweeter than fuckin’ sugar”

Without a second thought, you take his fingers into your mouth, avidly licking and sucking them clean letting your head going fuzzy as you taste yourself. Joel can’t restrain himself.

He gently pushes down on your tongue, and slowly shoves his fingers deeper into your mouth. He has to bite back the whimper that bubbles up in his throat when he feels you gag around his fingers, coating them in even more of your spit.

He pulls his fingers out a second later, not wanting to push too far. Still, you whine at the loss of having your mouth full. You look over your shoulder at him, just in time to see him quickly slide the same fingers into his own mouth, tasting you again and getting his hand even wetter before he wraps it around his reddened cock.

You watch him pump himself in his fist a few times, completely mesmerized by the drops of precum that spill from his swollen head and down over his knuckles.

Eventually Joel looks up to catch your glance, chuckling at how awestruck you look. “D’you want it rough or slow?” he rasps, an uncontrollable moan cracking his voice when his fingers slide over his leaking slit.

“I want it however you want it, sir” you whimper, eyes still hypnotized by the hand wrapped around his cock.

Joel’s chest swells with pride as you hand him the reins, allowing him to have his way with you. He doesn’t know what he did to deserve you, but he counts every single one of his lucky stars each day that he wakes up with you at his side.

Wordlessly, he stills his hand keeping it wrapped around his base as he lines himself up at your entrance. He wants to take it slow, at least for now. Wants to feel every inch of your wet heat pulse around him. So, he pushes in slow, grabbing onto your hips and holding you in place so that you can’t push back to speed things up like he knows you would.

The room fills with the sound of both of your moans as he keeps pushing in, your soaked hole clenching around him and practically swallowing him up. The way that he slowly fills you up, gradually stuffing you absolutely full of his thick cock forces your mind to go blank as nonstop moans and whimpers fall out of your mouth.

He keeps pushing in slowly, inch by inch, savoring the way your walls tighten around him.

“You feel so good, angel. Takin’ me so well, can fe- fuck, can feel you squeezing every inch of me” Joel pants, his chest heaving.

There are no words in your head for you to respond with. All you can do is whine and just lie there and gratefully take whatever he gives you. Your walls ache as he stretches you out, making room for himself in your tight cunt. You gasp when his tip starts to nudge against cervix and causing your legs to jolt reflexively.

“M’almost all the way in” Joel pants from behind you. That earns a big whimper from you because you can already feel him in your throat so how the fuck is not already all the way in? Your fingers search for purpose on the couch, your nails digging into the cushion no doubt leaving crescent shaped marks that Joel will tease you about later.

With a final push, he’s all the way inside of you, your ass fully seated against his hips.

“Sir!” you cry out with his final push, breathless from how deep he is, from how full you are. He stays still, your walls pulsating around him as he just lets you feel how big he is inside of you. It’s everything you needed, everything your body had been craving. Only with Joel stuffed inside you do you finally feel complete.

He drapes his body over yours, his chest pressing against your back, relishing in the noises you make as the change in the angle pushes him impossibly deeper inside of you. His face is now inches from yours his breath ghosting over your cheek and jaw.

“Tell me, angel. Do you want it slow?” With his words, Joel starts to slowly pull out of you until just his tip is inside. “Or do you want it rough” He emphasizes his words by slamming his whole length back inside of you in one thrust and groans at the strangled noise you let out.

Of course, he knows what you want. He knows you love it both ways but he’s been fucking you for far too long to not notice how often you get yourself in trouble just so he can be rough with you. He’s well aware of the way you scream and shake as he wrecks you, and he’s absolutely obsessed with the fact that he can push you into a different headspace entirely, watching you slip under while he gives you everything he has.

You take a shaky breath, gulping air into your lungs as the sensation of him slamming into you ripples throughout your whole body. You pathetically try to push your hips back into his, knowing that he knows the answer and hoping he won’t make you say it. But you know that’s not how this works.

“Use your words, angel. Need to hear you say it.” Joel whispers before pressing wet, open-mouthed kisses to your jaw and neck. He wasn’t making things any easier, but you knew he wouldn’t move until you answered him.

“Rough, sir. Need it rough, please take me sir, please” you beg, your voice nothing more than a high-pitched whine as he grinds his hips against yours, trying to get even deeper inside of you.

“I know, sweetheart. I know you do” Joel says all-knowingly before sliding out of you and slamming back in, making you scream.

He presses a sweet kiss to your temple before straightening up to properly fuck you. He wastes no time settling into a brutal pace, thrusting in and out of you like his life depended on it. And it did, at least in this moment. It felt like his only purpose in life right now was to deliver you to the welcoming arms of mind-numbing pleasure.

And god was he fulfilling his purpose.

It had been less than 12 hours since the last time Joel was inside of you. Still, his sheer size always stretches you out. It makes you giddy and dizzy, the feeling of him forcing your cunt to make room for him. And even though you’ve been here countless times before, there’s still something so divine in the feeling of him pushing into you over and over, stuffing you so full that you can feel it in your throat and almost taste it on your tongue.

Your eyes are now misty as he relentlessly pummels into you, rearranging your guts with every thrust. You whimper when you feel him slide a palm up your spine. His hand hot and like a branding iron, setting fire to your electrified nerve endings as it settles and grips onto your shoulder, forcing you down even further onto his cock.

With just a few thrusts, your moans turn animalistic, drenched in primal need letting him know found the right spot. He keeps the same angle as he drives his hips into yours, trying to pull out as many sweet noises out of you as possible. He knows you’re close again when he feels you clamp down around him, another fresh wave of your slick soaking his entire length.

“Whose cunt is this, sweetheart” Joel grits out between his own low moans. You turn your head to look over your shoulder at him again and it’s like looking directly at the sun. He looks entirely perfect, his muscles flexing under his taut, golden skin, his jaw clenched, his neck tense, a few curls sticking to his forehead with sweat, his face contorted in pleasure, his hazy eyes watching your every move.

“Be a good girl and remind me who you belong to” Joel growls. He’s well aware that he’s completely erased your mind at this point, but you look so godamn pretty all fucked out trying to compose yourself for one second, trying to be good and give him an answer.

“Look at you, angel. Absolutely stupid from my cock. Poor thing can’t even tell me who you belong to, huh? Am I fuckin’ you that good?”He knows how his words get to you, how his teasing and filth fuels your fire, pushing you closer to where he wants you to be, where he knows you need to be.

You want to be good for him, show him how well you can behave, but the way his fingers are still on your clit as his pace shows no signs of slowing is making things really difficult.

“Y-yours, sir” You manage to whine out between gasps and long, loud moans.

But Joel doesn’t let up just yet.

“Say it again.” He commands simply. He then removes his fingers from your sensitive clit, showing you mercy and allowing you to catch a breath. He listens, positively delighted, to your loud gasps as you gulp down mouthfuls of air. But when you still don’t answer after a few seconds, he starts to slow down. Just at the slightest decrease in his pace, your eyes fly open with a desperate whine. Even as you come down from your orgasm, your swollen, sensitive pussy is still greedy, and you need him to keep filling you up.

“Say it again” Joel repeats when he hears you whine “Say it and I’ll fill this pussy up so good, I’ll be drippin’ out of you for days”

The promise of his cum deep inside you is enough to get you going.

“It’s yours, sir, you own me, every part of me I-” you cut yourself off with a moan when Joel restores his original pace, immediately finding your g-spot once again.

“Keep going, angel. Finish what you were sayin’, I wanna hear that pretty voice talkin’ to me”

You curse under your breath and try to blink away the haze that’s seeping in your head, trying to convince your brain to put the words in your mouth.

“I belong to you, sir. I’m all yours”

Joel lets out his own choked out moan behind you, his cock lurching inside of you as he listens to you dedicate yourself entirely to him. He’s so unbelievably turned on right now that his voice trembles when he speaks again. “S’right, babydoll. Your all mine, and I’m all yours”

Finally, Joel starts to see what he’s looking for.

It always starts with your eyes, hazy and wet as they roll back into your head with each thrust. Then it’s the way your mouth falls open and he can hear it in the delicate sounds you make. He feels it in the way that start to tremble underneath him as liquid pleasure flows through your veins. He knows it’s coming.

He slows down for a moment, his hips almost coming to a complete stop to talk to you. He grits his teeth when you whine loudly, trying to resist the temptation to keep slamming into you

“Look at me, sweetheart” he commands softly as he gently rubs his hands over your hips. You look back at him, eyes wide and glassy.

“You startin’ to slip, angel?” Joel asks, even though he knows the answer.

You answer with a vigorous nod, another whine bubbling up your throat.

“D’you want to?” he probes, carefully reading every inch of your face.

You nod again, a lopsided grin tugging at the corner of your lips. Yeah, Joel can fuck you well. But he’s so gentle and tender, making sure you’re okay every step of the way while he absolutely destroys you. That’s what gets to you.

Your limbs start to feel floaty and soon his cock inside of you is the only thing keeping you tethered to reality. Fog rolls into your brain and wipes away every coherent thought until the only thing you know is Joel. The warm sense of comfort and security washing over you feels like warm sunshine beating down on your skin. You can’t stop yourself from leaning into it, relaxing into the warm waves as Joel gentle sets you down in a sea of pure euphoria.

He hears it in your moans, the way your throat tightens around each wet sound as he restores his original pace, sees it welling up in your eyes as he stats pounding into you once again. So, he fucks into you even faster, using his cock to send you further and further into submission until you surrender completely.

Your soft mewls and whimpers quickly morphs into a loud moan when hips restore his original pace. He snakes a hand underneath you, his fingers quick to find your clit where he rubs fast and frantic circles. You squeeze your eyes shut, but that doesn’t stop the big wet tears from rolling down your cheeks, your entire body writhing underneath him.

Joel lets out his own moan as you choke out a loud sob, cock twitches so hard inside of you that it’s nearly painful.

“Let go, baby. I’ve got you.” His voice sounds so far away, a distant echo in your head. But you can sense the reassurance, a dopey smile spreading across your face, a stark contrast from your sobs and the tears streaming down your face.

From there it’s only a few seconds before your crying out, your body quivering uncontrollably underneath him. It’s all consuming as it rips through you. The force of your orgasm combined with all the air out of your lungs and shuts down all of your senses until all you can hear and see is static while Joel continues to slam into you.

He coaxes you through it, hissing “That’s it, there’s my good girl” through clenched teeth as you clamp down around his cock, rhythmically squeezing around him. His fingers are still circling your clit, and his pace hasn’t let up one bit as he tries to draw your orgasm out for as long as possible. It all feels so good, so perfect that you’re barely breathing between your strings of moans. He doesn’t let up until your gasping for air.

Giving you a few seconds to recover, he slows down, removes his fingers from your clit and immediately brings them to mouth, shoving them past your slightly parted lips and pressing down on your tongue. It’s like he’s your own personal pacifier, your entire body calming down the second you wrap your warm lips around his fingers, lazily licking them clean.

He watches you with pure admiration, so entranced by you that he nearly forgets how to breathe. You look so heavenly like this, literally his angel from up above, all soft and pliant just for him. The way your cries quiet down and your tears turn to just sniffles, your face relaxing, slowly looking more and more peaceful was you suckle on his fingers. His heart is so full of love for you that he swears it’s about to explode out right of his chest.

“You look so pretty, baby. Love seeing you so full of me,” He murmurs, nearly fainting when he feels your saliva start to leak past your lips and down his fingers and your jaw.

He needs to cum. He never lasts long when you’re like this.

Keeping your mouth full of his fingers, he starts his pace up once again. He stares down at you, arousal burning hot under his skin when your face twists back up and your moans start to moan again, the sound muffled around his fingers. The sight of you all strung out is too much.

It only takes a couple more thrusts and your sweet noises filling the room to push him over the edge. He slams into you one final time, unloading inside of you as deep as he can possibly get, his head falling back with a loud string of curses and groans.

The feeling of him pulsing inside of you, his hot release coating your sensitive walls while you’re in this delicate headspace is enough to bring to your third orgasm.

He laughs breathlessly in disbelief as he watches you convulse underneath him again. He’s fast to pull out his fingers before you nearly bite them off as even more ecstasy courses through your veins, the screams you let out rubbing your throat raw. Joel can’t contain his whimper as you gush around him, your slick dribbling down onto the pillow under your hips.

Joel stays tucked deep inside as you shake uncontrollably. He tries to stay still as you fall apart on his cock again, but feeling you squirt around him is too much and he can’t resist the urge to grind into you a few more times, pushing his cum in just a little deeper, the broken sounds you’re making sending shivers down his spine.

“Did so well, baby. Always so good and perfect for me, my sweet girl” Joel murmurs, his voice shaky as his thumb brushing your damp cheekbone as he gives you your hard-earned praise.

He leans over you, careful to keep you plugged up with his cock and He slips his arms between you and the couch cushion, wrapping you in his embrace. He collapses on top of you, careful not to crush you as he holds you close.

The weight of him on top of you helps you to finally stop writhing under him, your body returning to a baseline tremble. You keep your eyes closed as you come to, slowly re-entering the stratosphere, and landing safely in Joel’s arms.

You wish you could stay in this moment forever. Joel stuffing you full, his warm seed buried deep inside you, your body warm, floaty, and fuzzy from all the highs he brought you to. He’s pressing soft kisses across your shoulders and the back of your neck, patiently waiting for you come back to him.

His mustache and the scruff on his jaw tickles your sensitive skin which makes you giggle breathlessly. The sound let’s Joel know that you’re somewhat coherent again, ready to be taken care of. He places on last kiss right in between your shoulders before shifting so that you can see him

“Hi angel” Joel whispers, his big, brown, baby cow eyes staring down at you and he glows with love and pride. He pulls an arm out from underneath you and reaches up to brush the hair out of face and tuck it behind your ear before cupping your jaw.

“I love you, Joel Miller” you rasp, your voice hoarse and weak.

He hears your sweet confession and it’s his turn for his eyes to get misty.

“I love you, baby. You’re my whole world” Joel replies, slightly squeezing your jaw before peppering your cheek with kisses. You nuzzle into his warm touch and close your eyes once again, exhaustion quickly settling in your muscles and bones.

He lets you stay there for as long as possible, letting himself go soft inside of you and only moving when his cum starts to dribble out of you and onto the couch.

You wince at the loss, already craving the feeling of being full again.

“How’re you feelin’ angel? Feelin’ good?” Joel asks, his voice tender and soft as he checks in on you.

You nod, taking a deep breath before whispering back “Feelin’ really good” with a breathless laugh.

Joel smiles wide against your cheek, fully pleased with his work. “Is it okay if I go get us a towel? Get us cleaned up?”

You nod and he moves to gently presses his lips against yours. It’s a bit of an awkward angle with your head turned to the side, but it’s still a sweet kiss, your lips instantly melding together. Joel once again can’t resist and quickly swipes his tongue against your bottom lip, silently asking for permission. You give it to him easily, parting your lips and letting his tongue run over yours. He sighs into the kiss, serenity settling into every inch of his body as he licks into your mouth, savoring your taste on his tongue, praying that it sticks to his teeth forever.

He breaks the kiss when the need for air rudely interrupts the two of you. He looks at your face soaking in every detail from the satisfied smile on your wet, reddened lips, the way your eyelashes fanning across your cheeks as you keep your eyes closed, enjoying the pure bliss. All of you his, all of him yours.

“You better go get a towel before I ruin this couch” You tease, your eyes still closed.

Joel beams at you like a dummy, stunned and speechless at how perfect you, like you were crafted specifically just for him. His heart genuinely starting to hurt from how much he loves you. He thinks he has to be the luckiest man on Earth.

He gets you both cleaned up and has you wrapped up in you up in a fuzzy blanket in under 90 seconds.

“Do you wanna lay outside, sweet girl? Get some fresh air?” He asks, finally having the time to notice how beautiful the day is outside.

He makes sure that you stay completely wrapped as he guides you to lie down the couch on the back porch. He lifts your head up, steady hands supporting your head and neck as he sits down before resting your head in his lap.

You don’t know what’s better, the bliss you just experienced inside or this, your head in Joel’s lap, the gentle breeze of cool early spring, Texas air blowing softly across your face while he gives you water and feeds you chocolate.

You quickly decide that anywhere where Joel is, is where you want to be. Now and always.

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A/N: Guys I swear I really tried to keep it short but I can't contain myself apparently. PLEASSEEE let me know what you guys think and send me more requests!! Also, I'm so glad so many people liked Push and Pull, we need more subspace with Joel!! I also apologize for any typos or errors, I'm so bad at proofreading.

#Joel Miller smut #Joel Miller #Joel miller x you #Joel miller x reader #Joel miller x f!reader #Joel Miller Fic #joel miller one shot #tlou fic #pedro pascal characters #Pedro pascal fic #javiscigarette

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oh-austin · 2 years

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lift a finger (austin butler)

summary: in which you're heavily pregnant on the set of elvis and austin is set on making sure you the most comfortable you can be

ask / prompt : Hi! Can you please do one where the reader is pregnant and Austin is just super overprotective and cute! You choose if you want to include the birth and make it extremely fluffy. I just thought this would be amazing.

authors note / warnings: mentions of pregnancy and vomiting! I chose not to put the birth and labour in because I have another piece planned for my inez and austin series coming soon!! we love dad!austin here <3

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Nearing the end of your pregnancy, you thought you had faced the worst of it and it would be smooth sailing from here on out. Boy were you wrong.

It was hard being pregnant and married to an actor, the busy schedules and flying from location to location was hard to keep up with, but when you’re married to the man portraying Elvis Presley.. that’s a whole other story.

Austin constantly doted on you whenever he was given the opportunity, but since you were often at home whilst he was shooting- you never really gave him the chance. But since you were met with braxton hicks last week, your doctor has recommended always being in someone’s company; Austin made sure he was that someone.

If Austin was filming a scene in the hot sun, you were sitting under a sunshade in his chair. If the call time was until eleven o’clock at night, you were asleep nearby. Austin made sure he always had you close and somewhere that he could see you.

Usually, you wouldn’t complain about getting to see Austin work. Watching him in his element was truly something special, but over the last few days you’ve just wanted to lounge around in bed and maybe finish the nursery. But here you were, sat next to a bail of hay nearing nine pm as Austin and Tom filmed the carnival scenes.

“How you feeling, mamas?” Austin looked just delicious walking over to you in his black lace shirt. Reminded you of how you got pregnant in the first place. “You’re glowing,” He complimented you.

“I don’t feel like I’m glowing,” You admitted to him. It was a warm summer night in Queensland, the humidity was not your friend. Being in the northern parts of Australia came with its perks, the heat wasn’t one of them- especially when you’re eight months pregnant. “Your child has been kicking me all day,”

“My child, huh?” Austin laughed, he almost seemed offended. “How’s your stomach? Still feelin’ sick?”

“I don’t know if I’m just nauseous because I’m pregnant or because they’re moving so much,” You rubbed your hand over your belly, “But I’m starting not to care,”

“Did you want to head back to the trailer? Have you got water?” Austin looked around, “I asked to get you water like three takes ago,” Austin’s voice became frustrated when he noticed you only had your bag next to you, no water in sight.

“Hey, it’s okay! These people are here for you, not me,” You reminded him, “I don’t need water, I’m fine,” You reached for Austin’s hand the best you could and placed it on top of your belly. Like your baby knew that their daddy was there, a strong kick made you jolt in your seat.

“Hey!” Austin laughed, “You should be asleep, little miss,”

“We don’t even know if it’s a girl yet,” It was true, your gender reveal idea was canned as soon as filming picked up. Everyone that you really wanted to attend was in a different country anyway, so there really wasn’t much of a point. That and Austin loved surprises, but he was set on your baby being a little girl.

“Oh, she’s a girl,” Austin crouched down, giving your belly a kiss, “Ain’t that right, Pres?” Austin had been adamant that you were going to name your child Presley. She was made on set baby, only fair we name him after the man who brought us here, he would argue. You weren’t letting that happen.

Austin Butler, the man who played Elvis Presley named his daughter after him? You could see the headlines now.

“We’re not calling her Presley!” You tilted his chin up to look at you.

Austin’s face broke out in a cheeky grin as he stood back up, “You said she’s a girl,” He sang. As Baz called him back over to reshoot the scene, Austin danced away from you joking whilst softly chanting ‘girl, girl, girl’. You shook your head at him and laughed.

Soon, Baz had Austin film some solo shots at the carnival, making use of the set whilst they were here. Whilst Austin was busy shooting, Tom soon made his way over to you.

“Y/N, how are you?” He asked. Tom might have been one of the most genuine men you had ever met. Soft spoken and kind, he had the ability to make anyone feel safe and calm.

“I’m tired,” You admitted to him, “Probably not as tired as you are in that costume,” Tom looked barely anything like himself, it was incredible really.

“You get used to it,” He chuckled, taking a seat down in the chair next to yours, “How much longer now?” He asked.

“Three weeks,” Your eyes widened, your heart would always race whenever you admitted it out loud. Soon, you and Austin would no longer be a family of two- forever three of you.

“Wow!” He marvelled, “Not long then. The first one is always an adventure,”

“She’s been a pretty big adventure,” You laughed, patting your belly, “I’ll tell you that,” You felt a kick back in response.

“So you’re having a girl! How exciting,” Tom sat forwards the best he could, he was always so attentive in any conversation. “My second child was a girl, I love being her dad- Austin’s gonna love it too,”

“Well, we don’t know if it’s a girl, Austin just thinks it is,” You told him. Tom watched as you looked across the carnival and over at Austin, he could see the admiration in your eyes for him. Reminded him of his wife and himself. “We don’t even have a name yet,”

“Well what names do you like?” He asked.

You thought to yourself for a second, “I like Harper for a girl, Austin doesn’t like it though,” You laughed, “He says it doesn’t ‘work’”

“You’ll know when you find the right name,” Tom admitted, “You’ll understand what he means when he says ‘it works’, I promise you that,” He laughed.

“Thank you, Tom” You turned back to look at him. After a few more minutes of conversation, Baz called Tom back for another couple scenes and you were sat alone once more. Well, not completely alone- and your baby was definitely trying to remind you of that.

The longer that you sat, the more sick you began to feel. Your stomach felt like it was cramping and turning at the same time. You tried some deep breaths to calm yourself down, but you couldn’t.

Austin’s manager noticed that you weren’t feeling well, once you had to rest your head in your hands.

“Y/N, you okay?” James leant down and spoke with a quiet voice, knowing you weren’t someone who wanted the attention on themselves.

You shook your head and swallowed the lump in your throat. “I think I’m gonna be sick,”

James, with a gentle hand on your back, lead you back to Austin’s trailer and helped you into the bathroom. It was hard for you to get close to the ground these days, but at that moment- your body knew you needed to.

You threw up your dinner, your throat burned as you dry heaved over the toilet. James was kind enough to hold your hair back for you. After a few minutes, you were rested against the wall of Austin’s bathroom, James passing you a bottle of water from the miniature fridge. You thanked him softly and apologised to him.

James asked if you would be okay as you begged him to go back to work, not needing people to watch over you. You were pregnant, not helpless. So James went back to set as you sat there taking slow sips of your water.

As Baz yelled cut and announced that they were now wrapped for the night, Austin was relieved that he could now spend the rest of his night with his wife and their baby. But as he looked over to where she was supposed to be, he found his chair empty.

He should’ve noticed you were gone. Austin mentally cursed himself, always his own biggest critic. He was too invested in filming the scene he could spare a single glance over at you, he was so stupid, he thought to himself.

“James!” Austin called over to his manager. James looked nervous as he rushed over to Austin.

“I’ve just come from the trailers,” James explained, Austin noticed his uneasy nature, “Y/N has been sick, so I’ve left her in there to rest,”

“Shit!” Austin sighed, already leaving the conversation once he heard you weren’t well, “Why don’t people come and tell me these things!” He shouted back at James, “She’s pregnant!”

Austin wasn’t an angry person, he wasn’t someone to express his feelings of frustration. Rather keep them to himself and write them down in his journal later. But when it came to you and his baby, it was a different story.

Austin was overcome with anger when he saw you sitting on the bathroom floor, struggling to get back up. “Mamas, what are you doin’ down there?” Even when upset, the Elvis drawl stayed with Austin. He rushed over to you and put an arm underneath you, ready to help you to your feet.

“I was sick, I’m just trying to get up and brush my teeth,” You explained to Austin. As soon as you were back on your feet, your ankles ached once more- oh they joys of motherhood.

“Sick? How bad?” Austin put his hand to your forehead, trying to feel for a fever, “You need me to get the doctor? She’s probably not left yet-“

“Austin,” You cupped his face with your hands, “I’m okay,”

He seemed to calm down visibly in your embrace. Austin leant into your soft touch. “Promise me you’re okay?”

“I promise! I’m just pregnant, pregnant people throw up” You talked slower to try and bring Austin back down to earth. You took a few breaths with Austin before letting go of his face, going to grab your toothbrush from the bench.

“No,” Austin beat you to it, “You’re not allowed to lift a finger for the rest of the night, you’re on my time now,”

You rolled your eyes at him, taking your toothbrush back. “Aren’t you on the clock?”

“As of five minutes ago? No, no I’m not,” Austin smirked, “So, brush your teeth and get in bed,”

“Did you want to brush them for me?” You raised your eyebrows at him.

“Shh,” Austin grabbed your face softly and kissed your head, “Get brushing,”

Although Austin was doting and protective over you, you knew that Tom was right- Austin was going to be a great dad to your little girl.

#austin butler #austin butler imagine #elvis 2022 #austin butler one shot #austin butler x reader #austin butler fluff #austin butler drabble #dad!austin #celeste writes fics

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upsidedownwithsteve · 2 years

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Steve Harrington x fem!reader [2k] prompt: “Steve being insecure about being shirtless with his scars.” Summer, pool days, Steve needs a hype man. Soft shit.

“Babe, are you not too hot?”

Steve opened his eyes and peered over to where you were lying beside him, stretched out on your stomach in just a bikini, under the sun and the shadows of tree branches.

You were both aware that the Harrington’s had perfectly comfortable loungers that sat by the pool but you preferred the blanket that Steve let you steal, laid out in the back yard so you could push your feet into the coolness of the grass.

You raised yourself onto your elbows, mouth pushed into a pout as you watched the boy turn to you, lazy with the sun, his shirt still on despite his whispering to join you in the pool soon.

You’d dipped in and out all day, the Indiana summer making good on its promises of a late August heatwave, the temperatures soaring, the skies endless and blue. The whole town smelled like the peaches from Mr and Mrs Lovatt’s farm, extra chlorine from backyard pools, fresh flowers from every open window.

“M’fine,” Steve told you softly, eyes fond, the hand that smoothed over the small of your back affectionate.

But you could see the way his white shirt was sticking to the drips and ridges of his tummy, the way he kept pulling at the material as if it was annoying him.

You knew why.

You knew why he kept it on. It was the same reason he switched off the lights before he let you pull his clothes off, mouths hot on each other’s skin, hands frantic. It’s why he didn’t slip in the shower with you before work, both of you still sleep soft and lazy, kisses trailing over shoulders and backs.

But Steve was stubborn and prideful, and most of all, he didn’t want to worry you. So he didn’t say anything, he acted as if everything was okay, that everything was normal and he didn’t wake up in the night, eyes glass, clutching at you as he tried to make his breathing return to normal.

So instead, you moved into him, grinning when he smiled, loving the way you stretched yourself out alongside him.

“Baby, are you gonna think I’m ugly when I’m old and have wrinkles?”

Steve scrunched his nose, bewildered at your question. Where had that come from? Did you really think he was that shallow?

“What? No! Of course not,” he stuttered, and he was suddenly adamant to make you believe you were the prettiest girl in the whole fucking world. “Wrinkles aren’t ugly, you could never be anything less than perfect. Why would you say that?”

You shrugged, still keeping your voice casual, level. You dropped a hand to his covered chest, the skin below the cotton hot to touch. Small circles with the pad of your finger, lazy and trailing over the muscle there. You watched the boy swallow. You knew by now that if you tried to bring your touch lower, down his ribs, across his waist, he’d flinch.

It destroyed you every time.

“Vogue magazine and the societal norms pushed onto females would like me to think so.”

Steve paused, huffed and then pushed himself up to sit, seemingly frustrated with your answer. How could you possibly think you weren’t perfect? The boy couldn’t understand it.

“Well they’re wrong,” he told you, ducking down to press a sweet kiss to your lips, melting into you, leaving the taste of fresh lemonade and cherries behind. “Like, really fucking wrong.”

“Good.” You state. “So are you.”

You lean back up for another kiss to soften the blow of your words, smiling when you see confusion knit across your boyfriend's features. His lips part, his brows furrowed and you smile.

“They’re not ugly, Steve,” you tell him slowly, wondering if he’ll understand without you having to force the conversation.

You watch his eyes widen in understanding, a flush that has nothing to do with the summer creeping across his cheeks, painting the new freckles there with a shade of pink.

“They’re not exactly pretty, either,” he grumbled, shying away from your gaze as he lay back down on the blanket, a hand thrown over his eyes, hiding from the sun, hiding from you.

And that just wouldn’t fucking do.

“But they’re a part of you,” you said, sticky soft like the heat. You hated that tears brimmed at your eyes, hot, heavy drops that clung to your lashes because you couldn’t believe this boy, this man, saw himself as unworthy giving every piece of himself to you.

“And I love every part of you.”

It wasn’t a poem or a love song, it wasn’t a grand declaration and it wasn’t even all that cheesy coming from you, Steve realised. You said it so plainly, so simply, the way that day faded into night.

You said it so sincerely, that he didn’t have any choice but to believe you.

He glanced at you from underneath his arm, a soft sound escaping his chest when he saw the tears in your eyes, the upset there. You were picking at the blades of grass, bottom lip wobbling because you weren’t really sure what to do when your boyfriend shied away from your touch.

“Babe,” Steve murmured, all gentle coaxing, soft words, softer eyes. He sat up, pulling you into the space he made between his legs. Pushing his face into the crook of your neck, his mouth found a spot you both liked, lips pressing kisses there, his voice muffled on your skin. “Baby.”

You hummed, a sad sound that didn’t really answer him but Steve looked back up, chased your gaze with his own before giving up and catching your chin between finger and thumb, holding your face gently to his.

He kissed away the tear that had slipped out, trailing hot down your cheek.

“Baby,” he repeated, “don’t cry, not over this please.”

You gave in then, curling into his chest as he wrapped his arms around you, hands against your bare back, dripping under the strings of your swimsuit.

“I just want you to let me see you,” you told him, quiet and hushed as you hid your face in his chest. It was a difficult line to toe, you’d realised.

The last thing you wanted to do was make the boy feel uncomfortable, or pressured. But you knew you’d kiss every bump, every scratch, every scar the boy had, if he’d let you.

“I don’t want you to be…” you trailed off, unsure of the right word.

“Embarrassed?” Steve finished for you.

Your stomach fell into a pit, twisting horribly at the word. You lay your head on his shoulder, your cheek squished to him and your fingers played with his T-shirt collar.

“Is that how you feel?”

You breathed him in, cedar and spice and Steve, lemon and berries from lunch, coconut sunscreen and apple shampoo. You nosed at the bare skin of his neck, pushing yourself into him more as you felt him grasping for an answer. He felt tense against you, an odd sensation and you wanted to pull it away from him like a blanket in the night.

“I- I dunno,” he mumbled and he held onto you a little tighter when he felt you deflate against him. “Sometimes I just catch a glimpse of it, and I just- I just hate the way it looks.”

You closed your eyes in hope when you let your hand wander, dropping from where it had been curled at his chest, downwards, sinking into the side of him, palm flat as it ran over his ribs. You felt the muscles there clench, his breathing hitch. But he didn’t pull away. He didn’t stop you.

You could hardly feel a difference in the pattern of his skin, not over the material of his t-shirt. Steve let you press your hand there, thumb running in soft, slow circles and you kept it up until he let go of the breath he had been holding, finally relaxing under you - if only just.

So you didn’t say anything else, you just let the boy feel; summer and you sinking over him, the sun shining through the oak tree that you both liked to lay under, its leaves and branches painting dappled stripes of light across your bare skin.

“I understand,” you finally said and you kept your voice low, soft, blending in with the hum of the pool filter, the soft hiss of Mr Davison’s sprinkler from next door. “But I want you to know that I don’t look at it and see anything other than the reminder of how far you’re willing to go for your friends.”

You moved, turning so you could face Steve, watching his pretty features soften in realisation. You cupped his chin in your hand, the same way he’d done to you.

“For me,” you added, feeling warm as you leaned into him for another quick kiss.

But the boy chased you, eyes fluttering shut and hands on your waist, pulling you back into him until you tumbled into his lap, smiling against his kiss.

His fingers found the bare skin that your bikini bottoms didn’t cover, blunt nails scraping over the sides of your hips in a way that made you shiver, opening your mouth for him, as eager as the boy was.

“You really think that?”

Steve’s voice was a whisper, reverent against your mouth, kissing the question into you with a sweetness that made your heart ache. You nodded, nose pushing into his.

“I do,” you told him. Another kiss, pushed to the corner of his lips, sweet and sticky. “I think you’re brave and loyal.”

A kiss to his cheek, pushed to the stubble there, rough under your touch. Steve hummed in response; a happy, shy noise that you decided you adored.

“I think you’re amazing and smart and kind,” you trailed your mouth over the his jaw, open mouthed kisses pushed there, and Steve tilted his head back for you, giving you all the access you wanted, his neck taught.

You nosed at the spot under his ear, that little patch of skin that made him shiver when you brushed your lips across it. You mouthed over the shell of his ear, grinned when you heard his soft gasp, the hairs on his arms standing on end.

“And I think you’re hot as fuck.”

He barked out a laugh then, his smile blinding, that happy stretch of his lips that made a dimple appear in one cheek, the corner of his lashes kissing.

“Behave yourself.”

He gave your bum a swift tap, playful despite the way his eyes were gazing into with such complete adoration and affection, it took your breath away.

“It’s true,” you mused, voice sweet and sincere, your arms wrapping around the boy’s neck as you pulled him back into you.

Steve let you, grinning all soft as you wrapped him up in you, sunscreen and chlorine on your skin, mango body wash from the shower you had that morning.

“Love you,” he mumbled against your cheek, pressing a noisy smack there, “so much.”

“Love you too baby.”

A few minutes passed as you basked in the sun and each other, limbs tangled, mouths moving lazy over the others before Steve pulled back slightly, lifting his arms for you, brows raised expectantly.

You grinned, joyous, as you gripped the hem of his T-shirt, pulling the material over his head and throwing it as far across the yard as you possibly could.

“See?” You told him, unable to act smug at your win, your voice all sticky fondness instead, and you were elated when Steve let you run your hands over his chest, sun kissed skin and scars silver in the afternoon light.

“Hot as fuck, babe, told you.”

#steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x y/n #steve harrington fic #stranger things fic #steve harrington fluff #Steve harrington imagine #Steve harrington oneshot #stranger things

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itsmarsss · 13 days

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Scandalous (Blitzø x Fem!Succubus!Reader x Stolas) [Helluva Boss] pt. 4 - Immediate Murder Professionals

How the mighty do fall. (Getting into a weird three-way situation with an imp and a succubus isn't exactly considered classy, Stolas)

Blitzø just might be stupid.

pt. 1 | pt. 2 | pt. 3 | pt. 5

Word Count: 2,340

Warnings: eh, mentions of sex only i think. also stolas is newly separated so he's trying this new thing called flirting. yes i'm a firm believer that stolas is naturally so weirdly flirty he could make a succubus flustered no questions asked.

“...and then I yelled ‘sorry I fucked your husband’ and just kinda… left.”

Everyone was gathered around the big table in the meeting room at I.M.P., per Blitzø’s request. Well, he didn’t request it, per se- it was something more along the lines of yelling “Anyone who’s not a whiny bitch follow me, I got something to show you” and everyone just sort of complying.

He had been on and on in excruciating detail about how he’d up and stolen whatever it was he wanted to show you. He had yet to show you a thing.

“Oh wow. You are an idiot,” you stated.

“And why is that, witch bitch?”

“You stole from a Goetia prince?”

“Yeah I did. And I looked sexy doing it.”

“What did you even wanna steal so bad?” Millie asked.

“Oh-ho-ho. You’re not even fuckin’ ready. None of you are even fucking ready.” He slammed a big, heavy book on the desk. You inspected it, trying to figure out why he would go out of his way, in a borderline suicidal quest, to steal a book. Your eyes widened when you realized you knew exactly what it was.

“You stole from STOLAS?” He had to be fucking- wait. “Wait, you fucked Stolas?”

“What how’d you know it was him?”

“It’s- it’s his Grimoire. That’s what this is isn’t it?”

“Yup. And with this,” he explained to the others, since apparently you already knew of it, “we’ll be able to go up to the living world and kill any human we’re paid to kill.”

“That- that’s- Blitzø this is insane. And I don’t mean good insane. I mean batshit crazy insane.”

“How do you even know what this is?”

“I- I used to see him a lot. You know. Ozzie stuff. They’re always in meetings. I didn’t- I’m really having trouble believing he acted like that-”

“What, like a needy bitch in heat?” Blitzø cut you off.

You felt yourself get flustered at the implication, not managing to finish whatever you had been about to say.

“Oh my fucking Satan, Blitzø,” Loona let out a groan, frustrated at what she was hearing, which was fair. It was enough to prompt her to leave the room entirely, assumingly to her seat at the front desk.

“Sir, you need to give this back.” Moxxie pushed the book across the table back to him.

“What? After everything I had to go through to get it? No way!”

“No, Mox is right. Stolas is nice, but he’s still, like, one of the most powerful demons down here, dude. And this is- this is next level doing him wrong. You didn’t just steal from him, you played with his feelings too. That’s so much worse.”

“Feelings? Come on! So we’re all ganging up on Blitzo now, are we?” You all cringed a bit whenever he used his own given name. It felt weird and just totally… wrong, considering how adamant he always was about correcting everyone else when it came to it, but, to be fair, he didn’t really seem to notice when he did it. He just happened to absentmindedly call himself that sometimes when he was feeling criticized, which… well, you weren’t sure if you wanted to unpack whatever that meant. He kept on. “I’m sorry I worry about us having jobs and money to pay rent and food to feed ourselves!”

“Blitzø that’s not-” Millie started, but got cut off by Loona, who walked back into the room. “Guys, there’s an… owl… guy… thing… looking for Blitzø out there.”

Oh, shit.

“We’re gonna die,” Moxxie muttered under his breath, starting to chant it over and over again, eyes almost popping out of his head. Millie put her arms around his shoulders and brought his head to her lap to try and calm him down, sending a death glare- much like yourself- towards Blitzø, who now looked like a deer in headlights, caught red-handed, apparently not expecting to be found that soon.

“Uuuhhh, tell him I’m not here!”

“Already did, he said some weird shit about being able to smell you or whatever the fuck that was about. That guy’s a fucking freak.” Huh. Maybe Blitzø wasn’t lying.

“Uhhh fuck fuck fuck fuck, gotta think, gotta think,” Blitzø began pacing in circles around the room.

“Well? What the fuck did you expect?”

“I didn’t think that far ahead, alright? Sue me.”

“Oh really? I could have sworn you had everything figured out!”

His head shot up and he pointed at you, completely ignoring your sarcasm. “You go talk to him!”

“Me? This is your problem!”

“Our problem! You work here don’t you?”

“Blitzø I swear to Satan.”

“Pleeeaaaase?” He tried making puppy eyes at you. It was kind of bizarre, but not entirely useless. “You said you know him, he’ll probably be nicer to you. Maybe you can soften the blow. Ha. Blow.”

“If it doesn’t work I’m ratting you out and I’m not gonna feel bad about it.”

“Thank you thank you thank you, I’ll owe you one, now go!”

You let out a groan, making sure he heard it. You could not believe you were about to do this. Sure, let’s confront pissed-off demon royalty about something of theirs that you definitely have in your possession just in the next room. Nothing could possibly go wrong with that. “Can you tell him to go to your dad’s office, Loons?”

“Yeah whatever.”

You made your way out of the meeting room and into Blitzø’s office, which was… a sight to behold. There were horse drawings scattered everywhere around the room, figurines of Millie, Moxxie, and yourself on top of his desk (you didn’t even want to know), guns you knew definitely didn’t have their safety locks on just laying on various different surfaces. Yeah, it was all very on-brand.

You sat down on his chair, getting barely a few seconds to prepare yourself for your talk with Stolas before he walked into the room.

Well, no, he didn’t exactly walk in. He leaned against the door frame, pulling a leg up and running a hand up it as he started speaking, yet to take a look into the room. “For someone so remarkably sexy you are so hard to find, Bli- oh my!” He was visibly startled when he finally made eye contact with you, evidently having expected Blitzø to be the one in your place. Almost tripping over himself, he tried to pull himself together, fixing his posture and wiping non-existent dust off of his clothes as if to pretend he hadn’t just made a fool of himself. Stolas had always kept his composure around you whenever he went over to meet with Ozzie, so this behavior… it was definitely new.

He cleared his throat. “I’m sorry. I thought you were-”

You decided to save him the embarrassment. Or, well, further embarrassment. “Your Highness! Hi.”

“Y/n.” He remembered your name. What, of course he remembered your name, dumbass! That’s completely normal. “You… Do you not work for Asmodeus anymore?”

“Not really. I’d been working there a long time. Wanted to try something new.”

“So you chose to work… here?” He motioned around, and you couldn’t blame him. It didn’t look like the best place in Hell. And you supposed it did seem like an odd change in occupation.

“We’re a work in progress.”

“Well, do you and Asmodeus still keep in touch? I recall you were quite good friends.”

“Yes! We still are. We still are. How have you been, uh, doing, your highness?” You asked, carefully.

“Please, there is still no need to call me that.” Your interactions always went like this- you called him by his title, he insisted you call him by his name, and you always refused to. Strangely enough, you called him by his name when referring to him in conversation with Ozzie.

But you didn’t feel the need for all of that now. “Right, I’m sorry. Stolas.”

“Well, I haven’t been doing quite so great, actually. I’m sure you’re aware why.”

You shut your eyes, taking a deep breath before opening them up again and forcing yourself to make eye contact with him, trying to stay collected. Play it cool. “I… might have an idea, yes.”

“You see, you have worked with Asmodeus for a long time. You’ve been around myself plenty, haven’t you, darling?”

Had he ever called you darling before? You’re positive he’s never, ever done that.

Chill, dumbass! It’s just a fancy people thing. No big deal. “Yes.”

“Yes, so you know how crucial my Grimoire is for my purpose in the Ars Goetia, don’t you?” He spoke to you in an almost condescending manner. You almost felt insulted. Did his voice always sound like that?

“Yes.”

“Perfect. So I suppose you understand why I would be very upset when I came to find out your friend, Blitzy, stole such a sacred artifact from me.”

“I understand.”

“My Grimoire contains spells that are meant for mine and, in the future, my daughter’s use only, and it would simply be a scandal if it fell into the hands of itty bitty imps such as yourselves.” Okay, he was definitely being condescending now. Why was it kind of hot? It was definitely hot.

What the fuck. “Uhhhhh-”

“It makes things so much worse that he simply hurt my feelings! After a night of such passionate fornication, you could only imagine my surprise when I came to find out the book had been missing! Had I not known better I would have sworn it had been deceiving work of someone like yourself.”

“Like myself?”

“You are a succubus, aren’t you, dear?” He tilted his head to the side as if what he meant had been obvious. And it probably had- you’d just read too much into it. Was what Blitzø had told you about what happened getting into your head or something?

“Ooookay. Uh. I’m really- I’m really sorry about… all of that. Uh. Wow. Uh that really is a lot huh? I’m just gonna… I’m just gonna go call Blitzø now and you guys can talk it out maybe. That fine for you? Fantastic. Good talk, Stolas!”

You slip past him and out of the office, catching your breath before going back into the meeting room to call Blitzø and let him handle the situation. What the actual fuck was that?

[. . .]

“So?” Millie questioned Blitzø as he entered the meeting room again after a good half an hour. Everyone followed, looking at him expectantly.

He paused, for dramatic effect. “Guess who just founded the first human-killing business in Hell?”

“What?” You asked, incredulous.

“I’m sorry sir are you saying the Prince is letting us use his spell book?”

“You heard it, Mox.”

��H-how?”

“Well I’m gonna have to dick him down every full moon but I guess that’s a good trade.”

The room went silent.

Moxie broke the silence first. “Uhh, what?”

“What?”

“What’s that about the full moon?”

“Oh well. Well, apparently I’m a fantastic fucking lay, just unforgettable. So all I gotta do to have the book is give it back to him every full moon and then fuck him into oblivion and we’re good to go.”

“And you’re sure you’re fine with that?” You ask him, carefully.

“Well yeah? It’s fucking great! We get the book AND I get to fuck a Prince into submission every once in a while? Couldn’t be better.”

You weren’t that sure about it, but what was the point in arguing with him? You shrugged. “If you say so.”

“And he’s just… fine with that?” Moxxie questioned, not buying it.

“What, you think I’d lie?”

“Yeah,” everyone replied, without hesitation.

“Well I’m not!”

“Well shit. Your dick must be good.” Well, that wasn’t supposed to come out.

He grinned. “Ya wanna find out?”

You stared at him, unamused, for a second, locking eyes with Moxxie soon after.

“You deserved that,” Moxxie pointed out.

“Yeah I regretted it as soon I said it.”

“You really should have seen it coming,” Blitzø himself added. He grabbed the Grimoire, bringing everyone’s attention to it. “So. Aren’t y’all curious? I know I wanna know what the human realm is like.”

“It’s really not that different from here,” you tell him.

“Oh yeah, I forget you’ve been there before. What do you guys even do there?”

“Uuuhhh.”

“They fuck people to death, Mills, ain’t that cool?”

“Oh shut up you know that hardly ever happens anymore.”

“But’cha could.”

You sighed, knowing he just wanted to hear that he was right. You gave him a little smile. “But I could.”

“Hell yeah!” It was always weirdly nice that he thought that part of what you were was cool rather than being disgusted by it. “Should we go take a look?”

“How’d ya even work this thing?” Millie asked, examining the book in Blitzø’s hands.

“Fuck if I know.”

“You didn’t ask him?” Loona asked.

“Not really.”

“I’m not even-” she rolled her eyes. “Gimme that” Snatching the book from him and going through the pages for a bit, she stopped in a particular one, attempting a few times to read some words from it. Fair enough, a portal leading… somewhere… appeared. You’d have to put a pin on that for later and ask her how she knew what to do, but right now everyone was too excited.

“Let’s go fuck some humans to death!” Blitzø exclaimed.

“No.” You said sternly.

“Let’s go fuck some humans?” He tried again.

“Sir! No!” Moxxie yelled, disgusted.

“Let’s go kill some humans!”

“Hell yeah!” Millie finally agreed,

“Yeah! Wait why am I even listening to you guys, I’m the boss here!”

“Sure thing Blitzø.” You assured him, putting your foot through the portal. “You coming?”

Blitzø turned around. “Looney? You’re not killing anyone there. Got it? It’s too dangerous.”

“But that’s no fun!”

“Looney.”

“Fine.”

“Let’s go kill some humans then!” He shoved you into the portal, jumping through right after you. Jackass.

A/N: i did a lot of things different than i said id do lmao and i toned down the flirting from stolas to leave it for a different chapter hope this is fun it aint gonna be fun for v long luv yall

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dark-mnjiro · 3 months

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speaking in tongues ::: prologue

Author’s Note: hello… as you can clearly see the voices have won. This fic is entirely self indulgent/self ship and catered to what I want and I don’t care. No vague reader insert here so if that’s what you were looking for - leave, before you’re disappointed. Welcome to my hellsona hell. I hope you do like the story despite how self indulgent it is.

Credits: dividers by @/cafekitsune

Content Warnings: See the masterlist for a full list of content warnings you may experience throughout the storyline. Individual parts with certain triggers will be warned (that are not continuous throughout the story). Prologue does not contain anything I deem triggering outside the content warnings on the masterlist.

prologue

“For somebody I thought was my savior.”

“Hell’s growing population is becoming a problem…”

“They can’t kill each other,” another angel spoke up. “They just respawn in the Pride Ring again.”

The discussions with the top angels and Seraphim in Heaven had been droning on for hours. It was certainly posing a problem that their paradise could soon face an uprising with the sheer numbers spawning from Hell. Worry was evident on Sera’s face. Heaven knew they couldn’t just pray that humans would turn to righteousness and aim for a spot in Heaven.

The world had become infected.

Adam tilted his head to the side. This problem was clearly all thanks to his ex-wife, Lilith, and her piece of shit husband Lucifer. Who knew her voice alone would lead so many astray?

He sat up in his seat, stretching his arms over his head. “What if we gave them angelic weapons?”

Sera’s eyes narrowed at Adam. “Do what?”

Shrugging, he tilted his head. “We could just give them some angelic weapons. The problem takes care of itself.”

“And then what?” Another angel countered. “They turn and use those weapons against us?”

Adam scowled.

It was a valid concern. If those sinners could obtain angelic weapons could they turn on Heaven?

“What if we had them vote on some sinners to throw into an arena?” Adam suggested, tilting back his chair on its hind legs. “And whoever is last standing gets to live."

A sigh fell from Sera’s lips before sitting down in her seat. “We’re making a game out of their souls.”

“Sinners,” Adam corrected. “They’re in Hell as a punishment for being such awful human beings on Earth. It only makes sense to make them punish themselves for doubling their numbers. And tell you what.” Adam merely smirked. “If this idea doesn’t work… we just go down there and start exterminating pests.”

“Adam.”

Confusion filled his golden eyes. “What? Sinners can’t be fixed. We might as well get rid of the problem. They won’t suspect anything if they’re killing themselves versus us. So perhaps we try this option first.”

“How many times do I have to tell you we aren’t using violence as a way to control Hell’s population,” Sera said before sighing again as Adam let out a loud, painful groan. Pinching her nose, she looked down at the reports she had been given by some of the other angels about the growing trend of sinners entering Hell. “I think we should study them before we make our final decision…”

“So we done here?”

The frustration returned to Sera’s face as she glanced back at Adam. “Pressing matters to attend to Adam?”

Pouting, he set the chair back onto all four legs. “Well, my band-”

“Perhaps we should give you something more constructive to do,” Sera continued as if she hadn’t heard him. “We’ll send you to Hell… to the embassy to help with these studies. Return with your findings after ninety days.”

Disgust filled his face. “I’m not going to that shit hole!” Three months in Hell?! Was Sera out of her mind?

“It’s already decided. Go.”

“...fucking fine.”

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heavenlyhischier · 3 months

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tolerate - jeremy and chandler

WARNINGS: MINORS DNI 18+ CONTENT BELOW THE CUT -> unprotected sex (please don’t do this irl), spitting, fingering, choking, tiny bit of praise kink, they’re both a little bit of a dick to each other

NOTE: this is for my AU and i'm sorry if its sloppy or if it sucks. im a little tired ahah

Chandler knows the Bruins were knocked out of the playoffs. If she hadn’t seen it on her phone, she heard it from the boys on the team. They were disappointed that their local team had been beat out, and they hadn’t shut up about it during their last meeting before summer break. She wanted to reach out to Jeremy; to text him and say how well she thought they played and how she was sorry they got knocked out. However, she decided against it and went home after work with plans of doing nothing but relaxing.

She heard the slam of his door at around 11:00 p.m. followed by the sound of him presumably throwing his bag against the ground. She could hear the faint sound of his frustrated yelling, but it wasn’t loud enough for his words to be coherent. A part of her felt bad, she knew how frustrated her brother and players were when they lost big games like that. So Chandler found herself doing the last thing she expected herself to do.

Despite not necessarily liking Jeremy all that much, she still wanted to make sure that he was okay. After she had knocked on the wood frame, she stood in the hall with her hands clasped behind her back as her mind ran crazy with ideas of what she was going to say. The two of them were far from friends, and she didn’t know all that much about him, but she at least thought she’d try.

“What do you want,” He snapped as he threw his door open, his face hard and angry.

Chandler’s eyes widened, though she wasn’t all that surprised at his tone. Still, that didn’t mean it didn’t piss her off. “I just came to see if you were okay to be nice, but clearly that was a mistake,” She scoffed, turning on her heels to go back to her own apartment.

“Fuck,” He groans as he carefully grabs her wrist to keep her in place, accidentally pulling her closer to him in the process, “I’m sorry, Chandler. I’m just frustrated.”

“That doesn’t give you the right to be an asshole,” She quirked her brow, her eyes narrowing on his face as she tries to ignore their proximity.

It was Jeremy’s turn to look taken back at her harsh tone, his tone playful as his eyes drag across her face, “I thought you came over here to be nice.”

Chandler’s close enough to him that she can see the dark circles underneath his eyes, and she feels herself feel a little deeper for the hockey player in front of her. She knew how hard these guys worked for the opportunity to take it all the way. They busted their asses and isolated themselves from the outside world so their team had the best chance possible. All of that effort only to come up short would be hard on anyone, and he was no exception.

“I came to say I was sorry. About the loss,” She rolls her eyes as the skin underneath his hand burns, her gaze unrelenting from his own, “But I take it back, since you’re an ass.”

Jeremy can’t help but snort at her response, his face slowly inching towards her own as he says, “You’re annoying.”

Chandler finds her moving closer to him, so close that see the way the colors mesh in his irises and his Adam’s apple bob as he swallows. She wasn’t blind, she knew Jeremy was an attractive man, but she’d done so well in not falling to his feet like she’s sure so many others had before. However now, she was finding it difficult to push her underlying desires beneath the surface with her face millimeters from his own.

“You’re irritating,” She whispers.

It wasn’t a second later that he hurriedly closed the gap between them, slamming his lips on hers. The moment she kisses him back, he’s pulling her inside of his apartment and pushing the door shut so he can push her up against it. Chandler’s mouth moves against him with a hungry, desperate urge that leaves her breathless.

Her arms are looped behind his neck as she pulls him closer into her, his hands roaming the curves of her hips until they splay across the lower part of her ass. He moves them down, gently squeezing the back of her thighs and Chandler’s quick to get the silent hint as she lets him lift her so she can wrap her legs around his waist.

As he walks her back to his room, Chandler begins kissing down his jaw until she attaches her lips to the skin where it meets his neck. He lets out a quiet groan when her teeth scrape against the flesh, his cock straining in his pants as she presses her tongue against the spot her mouth previously occupied. When he kicks his bedroom door open, he’s quick to reconnect their lips while he lays her against his mattress.

Her hands slip down to the hem of his shirt, anxiously tugging on the fabric before she begins to pull it up. Jeremy’s pulling away from her to finish the job, tossing his shirt somewhere to the side before he helps Chandler get rid of her own. He pauses above her when she’s shirtless beneath him, his eyes darkening as he drank in all that he could see.

He couldn’t help but admire how small she looked underneath him. Her 5’3 stature a great contrast to his 6’2 one, and he’d be lying if it didn’t make him even harder. He was almost afraid that he’d break her, but he knew Chandler well enough to know she could take it. Her constant loud mouth told him that.

“You gonna stare at me or are you gonna actually do something,” She taunted, her own eyes lingering on the toned muscles of his chest and abdomen.

“Can’t go five minutes without opening your mouth, can you,” He chuckles as he hovers over Chandler, his chest pressed against her own and his lips ghosting over her neck.

“I’d be glad to show you what my mouth can really do,” Her breathing stutters as he licks a strip up her neck.

Those words send an electric shock to his nerves, his teeth sinking down into the sensitive skin as he presses his bulge against her thigh. A quiet whimper passes through Chandler’s lips as the sting from the pressure on her neck morphs into something pleasurable and dizzying. She’s grasping at his back as he repeats the same notion all across the expanse of her neck, even down to her chest. She knows that he’s marking her, but she can’t bring herself to care.

“Swayman, either you fuck me or I go back to my apartment and do it myse–”

He cuts her off by placing a large hand over her mouth, shaking his head in amusement when he watches her eyes widen in surprise. His eyes dart down to the already bruising skin, and he can’t stop the slight sense of pride from swelling in his chest. His tongue swipes across his lips as he maneuvers his hand off her mouth until her jaw is in his palm and his thumb is running over her lips.

“You wouldn’t be able to do what I’m about to do to you, baby,” He smirks, gently pulling her bottom lip down with the pad of his finger, “You think you can handle it?”

“I think I can handle a lot more than you think,” Chandler breathes out, “Maybe more than you can give.”

Jeremy’s eyes narrow on her face, his grip on her jaw tightening as he forces her mouth to drop open. Chandler bends to him, waiting with excitement swimming in her eyes as he lets a trail of spit fall onto her tongue. He loosens her grip and she doesn’t need to be told to close her mouth. He tilts his head in silent approval before he’s dropping his hand.

He moves off of her, stepping off his bed to step out of his pants as she props herself up on her forearms, her eyes widening when his cock springs free. Truthfully, she expected the length, not that she’d thought about it before, but the thickness made her core throb just at the sight. He was big and she’s not sure how she’s going to take all of him, but she wasn’t going to back out.

“Don’t worry, I’ll be easy,” He smugly says as he kneels on the bed.

“Don’t,” She rushes out, “I don’t want you to.”

He raises his eyebrows at her eagerness, his fingers looping into the waistband of her shorts, sliding the material down her legs. He discards them somewhere in his room, his hands grasping the sides of her thighs while he leaves a trail of open mouthed kisses to the inside of them. Chandler throws her head back, pushing it into the pillow when she feels his warm breath hit her pussy.

“Jeremy,” She moans, her fingers carding through his hair and roughly pulling on the strands, “I appreciate the thought, but I need you to fuck me. Now.”

Without warning, he’s pressing his tongue flat and licking a stripe between her folds, sending a jolt to her nerves when he brushes against her clit. His laughter vibrates against her, making Chandler whimper in desperation. If she thought too much about it, she’d be a little embarrassed at how easily she folded and bent to his will, but that seemed like a problem for later. Now, all she could think about was how he feels inside of her.

“Be patient,” He chastises as he pushes himself up so his face is hovering over her own, his hand now tracing her inner thighs, “Gotta prepare you first. Don’t wanna hurt you.”

“I can take it,” She pleads as his fingers tease her entrance, “Please. I promise I’ll be fine.”

“You know,” He starts as he pushes his middle finger inside of her, “I like it much better when you’re begging instead of bitching.”

“Yeah,” Her voice breaks off into a moan, “I like you much better when you’re being useful and not annoying.”

Her words make him break out into a mischievous smile as he watches her eyes screw shut, his finger working in and out of her. Her walls stretch around his thick fingers, and it’s only when her face begins to slip back into a more lax state that he carefully adds a second finger. Chandler’s hands fly to his back, searching the planes of muscles until she gets a good enough hold as her desperate pants fill the room.

“You think you’re ready, pretty girl,” He asks, tone a mixture of sincerity and triumph.

“Yes,” She nods, her eyes opening to meet his own.

He removes his fingers from her center, her walls clenching around the empty feeling as he brings them up to her mouth. She lets him slide them into her mouth with no complaints, her tongue swirling around the digits as she maintains his gaze. He pulls them out of her mouth, a trail of saliva stringing between them before he slams his lips against hers.

Chandler feels him lining himself up with her entrance, her mouth working against his own in a teeth clashing and messy kiss. He slowly pushes into her, her fingers digging crescent shaped marks into his back as she hisses in slight discomfort. He’s pulling his face away from her, his eyes concerned as he watches her face twist in pain.

“Are you okay,” He worriedly asks, brows slightly furrowing.

“I’m okay,” She says, voice trembling, “It’s okay. Keep going.”

He goes until he physically can’t anymore, filling her up entirely, and she’s wincing as the sharp pain between her legs steadily dulls. The way her walls are clenching around his cock causes small grunts to fall from his lips, and he drops his head to her shoulder as he waits. He can’t stop himself from biting and sucking at the skin of her collarbone, wanting to markup the untouched skin he missed only minutes ago.

“You can move,” Chandler finally manages to get out, “Do not be all sweet and gentle. Fuck me like you mean it.”

That was all the confirmation he needed before he’s nearly pulling all the way out of her, his hips roughly snapping against her own. Chandler lets out a string of curse words as he slams into her, the sound of their skin meeting bouncing off the walls of his bedroom. Her nails are scraping down his back, and he’s grateful that at least he won’t have to change around the guys anytime soon and endure any teasing from the marks she’s leaving on his back.

“Fuck, baby,” He grunts into her ear, “You’re doing such a good job, taking me so well.”

The way Jeremy is hitting into Chandler leaves her mind foggy, the only thing she can think about is the way he feels inside of her. All she can think about is him and the way she’s never been fucked so hard that all she can chant is someones name, or so well that she’s already moments away from reaching her release.

Jeremy pulls all the way out of her, effortlessly flipping her body over and dragging her hips up into the air. He gives her a second to plant her knees on his bed before he’s driving back inside of her, deeper and harder than he was before. Chandler’s face is buried in his mattress as she grasps his sheets, trying to find anything to ground her to reality.

“You’re so much easier to tolerate when you can’t stop moaning my name,” He mocks, leaning forward so he can wrap his hand around her throat, “Like hearing your pretty little moans instead of you telling me I’m being too loud.”

Chandler lets his comments slide, letting him pull her head up by her throat as he continues slamming into her from behind. She uses her hands to keep her body up, the coil in her stomach tightening so much that she knows she’s going to be done for soon.

“I’m gon- Oh, fuck,” She cuts herself off as he rams into her g-spot.

“I know, pretty girl,” He groans, his grip on her throat tightening just enough, “Let go. Cum all my over my cock.”

With the added pressure to her throat, Chandler’s vision blurs and her orgasm is tearing through her body in a white hot, searing heat. Her juices coat his cock as he continues thrusting into her, her moans morphing into desperate pants that mesh with his own. Her walls are clenching around him in a way that makes him see stars, and he quickly pulls all the way out of her before he cums inside of her.

Chandler lets her body fall to his bed as he takes himself in his hands, pumping just a few times before he releases his load all over her backside. Typically, Chandler hated when guys would finish on her back because it rendered her a little helpless until they came and cleaned her up, but for some reason, she didn’t mind when it was Jeremy.

The world blurs around her for a minute, the only thing that brings her back down to earth is the gentle stroke of his hand on her hair followed by the sound of his voice. She was still barely there, but she’s almost positive that he said something about a towel. Her own thoughts are proven correct not that long after when she feels a warm, damp towel wiping at the liquid on her back.

“Who knew you were Mr. Aftercare,” Chandler weakly laughed.

“I’m not a total asshole,” He joked, throwing the towel off towards his laundry.

I know, Chandler thought, and that’s what terrified her.

#jeremy swayman smut #jeremy x chandler

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infiniteimaginings · 10 days

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chase davenport x reader pls the lab rats fandom is in a drought 🙏

I Missed You (Chase Davenport x GN!Reader)

Summary: Chase has been overworking himself with school, missions, his family, everything. He hasn't had time to see you recently, and no matter how he tries to open his schedule something else is added to his plate. So, you pay him a little visit just so he can take a break for a little while. Pronouns: You/Yours, They/Them Warnings: I won't lie, this is kinda angsty (but it ends on a good note!) Word Count: 1.4k A/N: THIS IS MY HUSBAND BY THE WAY. PLEASE REQUEST HIM MORE I BEG YOU GUYS! PLEASE! PLEASE, DO IT FOR ME!

One month, two weeks, one day, six hours, and twenty-nine minutes.

It’s been one month, two weeks, one day, six hours, and twenty-nine minutes, no, thirty minutes since the last time Chase Davenport had seen you in person. Along with that, it had been eight days, twelve hours, and seventeen minutes since he had last talked to you on the phone, since the last time he heard your voice.

He had been keeping count because, god, he missed you so much.

Davenport had him working on their next presentation of lab equipment, he had to go on a plethora of missions that have spiked up recently, there had been visits from their grandma, the house system had been tapped into three times, and he had to keep up with schoolwork on top of it all.

He was exhausted, and all he wanted was to see you. He wanted to be in your arms, to hold you, to hear how your day was, just to be around you. But, he wasn’t. He wasn’t able to do any of that, instead he was in the lab, alone, trying not to fall asleep or pull his hair out.

Chase was the smartest person alive, he had abilities that people would kill for. He was relied on, because he is irreplaceable and a necessity to everyone around him. He is trustworthy, responsible, and far greater than he gives himself credit for.

His family adores him, they do, even if sometimes they show it weirdly. Jabs with their words, or in Adams case their elbows, small comments, but they show the love. Chase knows they love him and that they care about him, they’re his family. Adam and Bree are his siblings that he grew up with, they love each other, even if they have a weird way of showing it. They are Davenports greatest creations and he reminds them of how important they are to him. Tasha is his mom, he finally got a mom and she cared for him like no one ever had. Then Leo, Leo is his brother who showed him, Adam, and Bree a world they never thought they’d be able to see.

So many people care for Chase, but…None of them could ease him how you do.

You were just different. It’s as if when Chase felt the entire world crumbling around him, when all the lights got dark and he suddenly felt like he had no solutions, you held your hand out to pull him out of his drowning fears. You saw the ugliest parts of him, the most violent, the cruel, the broken parts of him that no one had tried to fix, and you still smiled at him. You still held his hand, even through the darkness, and you even said you were scared.

When you told him that, he almost blocked out every word after. The thought of you being scared of him, even a bit, crushed him. Chase almost pulled back, he almost told you to let him go, to let him disappear into that dark forest of unknown feelings but you wouldn’t.

He remembers so clearly when you told him:

“I’m honestly a little scared that you’ll go so deep into the code of your chip, looking for what’s happening to you…that you’ll forget you’re still human.”

Chase put his forehead on the table, groaning at the ringing in his ears. He needed to get all of this done. He would say the sooner he got everything done, the sooner he would get to see you, but everytime he tried, something new was thrown onto him.

It was all so frustrating that when he reached his newest project he just dropped his head to the table, hands gripping his hair shakily. He could feel tears stinging his eyes, and a bit of blood drew from how hard he was biting his lip to stifle any sobs that dared to pass his lips.

He had never felt so overwhelmed before in his life, usually he was so used to the work. He was used to doing everything accordingly, but it all suddenly felt like too much. He didn’t know what he was doing wrong to feel like this, he didn’t know what he was doing so wrong to the point he couldn’t just finish all of the work.

As Chase thought of all this, your words constantly repeated in his head, just as they had the past few weeks. You were scared that he wouldn’t remember his own human feelings, because he was so used to being treated as if he was robotic.

Your concern just caused Chase to tear up even more, clutching at his chest. He could feel his heart beating, he could hear it through the ringing.

When did he forget that his heart was still beating in his chest? When did he forget that he was more than just the chip in his neck?

During his processing thoughts, he didn’t hear the sound of the lab door opening. He didn’t hear the sound of footsteps approaching him. He was usually so on guard, he had ultra-sensitive bionic hearing, how did he not hear someone coming up behind him?

A hand was placed on his back, startling him immediately. Chase quickly wiped his tears, turning to the person swiftly, ready to scold them for sneaking up on him. That was until he looked up and made eye contact with…

You.

You stood there, a frown painting your face as you analyzed Chase with your eyes.

He stared, agape, lips parted, pupils shaking, face flushed as you observed him. He couldn’t tell if you were actually there or if he had been working so long to the point he had gone delirious.

You stepped forward, hands cupping his cheeks, thumbs swiping at the wet corners of his eyes. “You were crying?” You whispered, mostly to yourself, but Chase heard it, you knew he did.

The brown haired boy didn’t answer your question though, he left it ignored as if there was something more important than how he was feeling. To him, there was. That something was you.

The moment he processed that you were physically in front of him, he stood up as fast as possible, his head feeling as if it were spinning for a moment. He ignored the feeling and wrapped his arm around you, placing his nose into your shoulder, squeezing you tightly, “You’re here.” He mumbled, taking a deep breath. “You’re actually here.”

You nodded against him, gently petting his hair as you wrapped your own arms around him. “I am…” You trailed off, frown still on your face, “Is everything okay?”

Chase thought for a moment, leaving the two of you in silence, was everything okay? His face felt like it was burning and he wasn’t used to it, his eyes felt sore, his throat was a bit scratchy, and he still felt a bit dizzy.

But…

His heartbeat slowed down, his hands weren’t shaking, his breathing was regulated, his mind finally felt clear, and…You were there.

Chase smiled against your shoulder, nodding and holding you a bit tighter, “I missed you.” He told you, pulling back to see your face.

You blinked at him, a bit confused, tilting your head a bit. “Okay… how long have you been in this lab?” You asked him, now noticing how pale he looked, looking around and seeing the papers scattered around. You squeezed his arms a bit, “You need sunlight.” You stated, chuckling a bit, pulling him by his hand to the doors of the lab.

“I still have work-”

“Chase, the work can wait.” You told him seriously, shaking your head. “You are human.” You reminded him, flicking his forehead lightly, “You need proper food, sunlight, social interaction, and more importantly,” You paused, cupping his face, kissing the spot you flicked, “you need a break.”

His breath staggered in his throat a bit, but he found himself once again. Chase smiled at you, his eyes lighting up, “Okay, I’ll take a break.” He told you, placing his hands over your own.

“Thank you.”

He hummed, enjoying the contact, closing his eyes slightly to just stay in that moment with you. Chase opened his eyes once again, slowly to see you looking back at him, concern in your eyes. He smiled again, glad to be able to smile again, “I missed you, so much.”

“I missed you too.”

It had been seven minutes and twenty-six seconds since Chase Davenport was finally able to see you again, and he wasn’t going to let that time stop anytime soon.

#Chase Davenport #Chase Davenport x reader #Disney #disney x reader #disney channel #disney channel x reader #disneyXD #disneyXD x reader #lab rats #lab rats x reader #infinite imaginings

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au-starss · 2 years

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WHAT'S IN A NAME ?

༄ synopsis… they're voicelines about you, before and after starting a relationship (pt. 2)

༄ characters… artem, ayato, childe, diluc, kaeya, kazuha, luke, marius, pantalone, thoma, xiao, vyn, zhongli x gn!reader

༄ tags… slightly ooc

༄ words… n/a

༄ author’s thoughts… part 1 can be found here!

luke !

Before dating:

‘One of the best lawyers I know of! God they’re so spectacular. We’ve known each other for quite a while, since we were kids, as a matter of fact. It’s a shame we were separated for so long, but that’s a story for another time, right? Anyways, I’d definitely recommend their services. I can give you a contact number if you’d like.’

Dating:

‘I want to get a bit personal with you, if that’s alright. I love [Name] with everything in me. I want to give them the best life. They’re the reason I’m having a harder time accepting my limited time left. I would hate to just up and leave them like that. So, I’m gonna fight to stay alive. Just for them. [Name] is always someone worth fighting for.’

marius !

Before dating:

‘Definitely someone who’s really feisty. Even during our first meeting they were determined to not play my games and get what they needed with me. Though, we did get a little closer after investigating together. Hopefully you trust me when I say that they are one of the best lawyers around. I could go on for hours about [Name]’s skills if you’d like.’

Dating:

‘A work of art to me. That’s how I would describe them in my eyes. Ever since our relationship started my artistry has been filled with them and their beautiful smiles. I’m hoping to compose a book of drawings of us, and maybe even gift it to them one day. That way, [Name] knows how incredible they are to me. Yeah, that’s a good idea!’

pantalone !

Before dating:

‘I can let you in on something about [Name], traveler. They’re a harbinger for a reason. Their negotiation and gambling skills are beyond anything I’ve seen before. They even exceed my own in some areas. Working with [Name] always guarantees success on my part when it comes to trades. I assure you, you don’t want to get on their bad side.’

Dating:

‘It’s truly mind blowing how well we work together in a relationship. I love them to death, and I trust they do love me too. I sometimes wonder what life would be like if I hadn’t pursued a relationship with them. That made me realize a small pang of loneliness I always had before. I can’t imagine going back to feeling that way again, all thanks to my love, [Name].’

thoma !

Before dating:

‘[Name] is one of my closest companions at the estate! They’re always offering to help me with my daily duties after they finish. They’re such a blast to hang around all the time. Even my lord and my lady enjoy [Name]’s presence when having a nice evening. You should come and spend a dinner with us one night traveler, how about it?’

Dating:

‘Where do I even begin with them? [Name] is absolutely spectacular in so many ways. Words can’t properly explain everything about them. We both really enjoy helping the local dogs when we have free time. To be honest traveler, I want to spend the rest of my life with them. It’s selfish, I know, but I truly can’t help it when it comes to them.’

xiao !

Before dating:

‘Oh yeah, I know of them. [Name] is one of the workers here at the Inn. They’re always bringing me meals, leaving them on the table and coming back later to see if I’ve eaten them. It’s irritating; we’ve never once come face to face yet they’re so adamant on making me get that meal. Maybe I could consider showing myself to them so they stop coming.’

Dating:

‘They’re.. too kind for their own good. The amount of times they come back after I push them away is frustrating and irritating. [Name] doesn’t understand how being with me endangers them. Still.. I can’t help but feel somewhat nice that someone is taking time to be with me everyday. But that stays between us traveler, understand?’

vyn !

Before dating:

‘They’ve already exceeded my expectations so many times, despite knowing each other for less than a year. [Name] truly is remarkable. A good lawyer, a sharp mind, and even good character. It’s hard to find someone with all those good qualities these days. I want to further my relationship with them, and I do believe you should meet them.’

Dating:

‘I never believed myself capable to love someone as much as I love [Name]. Everyday they continue to shock me in the best way possible. If I may get personal with you, my social experiences as a child weren’t great. Meeting [Name] and allowing them in my heart was scary, but I overcame it. I have them, and I never want to let them go.’

zhongli !

Before dating:

‘Ah, you speak of one of Ningguang’s closest companions, is that right?. If I may, I believe they are reliable and easy to speak with. I’ve noticed [Name]’s interest in some of the stories I have to tell. I enjoy they’re company, and I truly don’t mind telling them any stories or facts I know. I believe their attentive nature is why Ningguang likes them so much.’

Dating:

‘What a beautiful soul they are. I sometimes wonder how I managed to become lucky as such, with [Name] by my side like this. It’s things like these that make one really start to think traveler. I have a will to protect them with everything I have. Such a pure soul in this world is hard to find, and I plan to keep mine for a while.’

#༄ order up!#artem x reader #ayato x reader #childe x reader #diluc x reader #kaeya x reader #kazuha x reader #luke x reader #marius x reader #pantalone x reader #thoma x reader #xiao x reader #vyn x reader #zhongli x reader #genshin x reader

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timetoletmyimaginationfly · 5 months

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Let Me Win Your Heart

Nanami Kento x Reader

(Song inspiration: End Game by Taylor Swift)

You looked at the man in front of you. It was a typical Friday afternoon, but you were surprised that he even offered you lunch at a small cafe at your request. He sat there, almost impatiently and restless. You figured he didn’t like small places like this. Nanami Kento. Future CEO of security who loves his expensive and extravagant life.

“What’s the catch?” you asked curiously.

“My grandfather wanted me to talk to you personally,” Nanami said. “I think you heard about my rendezvous with other women?”

“Who hasn’t? You’re literally number one Casanova of the country, Nanami-san,” you said immediately, an icy tone apparent. Nanami ran his hand down his face with frustration.

“I’m future CEO of my grandfather’s security company and you’re going to inherit your father’s business soon,” he said.

“You’re prolonging, Nanami-san. You usually get straight to the point instead of pointing out already known facts.” Nanami sighed.

“They’re arranging us to get married,” he quickly said. He watched the color on your face disappear. “They want our business to merge. We’d be number one in Japan. And no more scandals from me, which won’t bring negative reputations to their future CEO.”

“What?” You remained calm. You didn’t want to bring too much attention to the both of you. “I—wait—what in the actual hell?” Nanami rolled his eyes.

“I tried to fight it, trust me Princess.”

“Don’t call me, Princess.”

“Fine. Sweetheart.”

“Shut up.” Nanami smirked. He always found it amusing to rile you up. And for some reason, it was too easy for him compared to everyone else. So he took any opportunity he can when you two crossed paths. You crossed your arms and turned away from him. But he caught the slight blush on your cheeks.

“I’ll drive you home,” he offered.

“I appreciate the offer, Nanami-san. But I can bring myself home.” Nanami nodded and stood up with you. He took your garbage and followed you out while throwing away the trash.

“I thought you’ll be bringing yourself home? Didn’t you have a ride or your car?”

“Nanami-san, didn’t you know? I’m new money around here. I don’t depend on drivers. Public transportation doesn’t bother me. Besides, I need a shopping spree before I argue with my father.” Nanami could only smile. “Don’t you have a date to woo tonight?”

“Not tonight,” he said. “But if you don’t mind me joining your shopping spree, I would like to accompany you.”

“You can carry my bags then.” Nanami chuckled and placed his hand on the small of your back as he lead you to the shopping centers. Despite his status and how he is, you appreciate his chivalrous side.

You stared at the engagement ring on your finger. A month passed. Your father was adamant about the engagement, you had no choice but to comply, even though Nanami Kento was the last guy you ever thought of being with.

But you were touched with Nanami’s choice of the ring. You remembered the day he sprung the news on you. You would look at rings and you adored certain styles that you didn’t think he would notice. But he did and you can’t help but let your chest feel warm at the thought.

The engagement was revealed to the public two weeks ago when Nanami gave you the ring. You blushed. You knew he would be the romantic type, but he made it a very intimate proposal. He made sure there weren’t a swarm of paparazzi when he brought you out for a date in a cute downtown setting.

But despite his sweet and romantic side, you knew that he was still seeing other women. At least, you remembered catching him with another woman a few days after the engagement. You remember running up to him and slapping him across the face. And deep down, it irritated you. You quickly fixed your hair before heading downstairs. Nanami stood there with a bouquet of flowers.

“Thank you, Nanami-san,” you said softly.

“You’re too formal, sweetheart,” Nanami said. “We’re are engaged. Kento is just fine.”

“I will call you Kento when I’m ready to call you Kento. Besides, with your rendezvous with women, you don’t deserve the first name title,” you said as you walked to the kitchen to arrange the flowers on the vase.

Nanami followed and leaned against the wall watching you. He wouldn’t admit it to you, but he enjoys every time he gets to have with you. He enjoys watching you arrange the flowers with the serene look on your face. He enjoys watching your smile. He even enjoys your side comments about him. He pushed himself off against the wall and walked towards you. He grabbed the scissors off your hand.

“You might accidentally cut yourself again,” he said softly and cut the ends of the flowers before handing it to you. You blushed, accepting his help. “Are you hungry? We can travel to Korea in my jet. We could have a nice weekend getaway.” You giggled.

“Since my schedule is free this weekend, I don’t see why not, Nanami-san. Should I pack my bags?”

“Nope, we’ll buy new clothes there. Let’s go, sweetheart.”

The moment you two arrived, Nanami brought you to a restaurant for dinner. It was a simple restaurant, which you were surprised. He would usually find a high end restaurant and when it’s your turn to pick, you pick a simple and affordable one. You prefer casual and simplicity.

“I’m surprised you chose this place,” you said.

“You’re not a fan of high end restaurants,” he said nonchalantly as he took a sip of his water. You blushed. “I figured you would like this.”

“Thank you.” Nanami smiled, making your heart race.

“I don’t date other women by the way,” Nanami said. “Ever since you caught me.”

“I honestly don’t believe you,” you said quietly.

“I know.” Nanami leaned forward closer to you. “But I’m going to prove it to you, sweetheart. I’ll win your heart over. And by the way, if Gojo touches you in a flirtatious way again, playful or not, I’m gonna snap his arm off.”

“Do you usually lead to violence, Nanami-san?”

“If it involves you, yes.” You couldn’t help but chuckle. “I like you more than I thought I would.”

“Is that why you chose this restaurant? To show your interest towards me?”

“Of course, sweetheart. You want clothes? I’ll buy you a store. You need a vacation? I’ll buy you the country. Want to go stargazing? I’ll buy a star just for you to stare at all night long.”

“Are usually this romantic too, Nanami-san?”

“No.” You blushed. You somehow can see the truth and sincerity in his eyes.

“Don’t buy me a store, but we do have to go shopping if we’re here for the weekend.”

“Sweetheart, I can make sure the stores stay open just for you.”

“You’re too much.”

“You deserve it.”

“Nanami-san, I was only in middle school when my father’s business bloomed,” you said. “The only thing I like about the success is that I get to run the success. And the shopping, but that’s any female. You want to know why I don’t really take a liking to you?” Nanami was curious. He leaned closer, eager to know.

“Tell me, sweetheart.”

“Maybe I’m shallow for assuming this but, you’re all about money. I’m not. However, I give you a point for the restaurant choice,” you said with a smile.

“Then Gojo?”

“Oh, the man flaunts his money like there’s no tomorrow but we like going to bakeries to eat all the sweet treats around. We’re just besties.” Nanami chuckled. He stood up to walk close to you, leaning in so close that your noses touched, his hot breath touching your skin that made your hands tremble.

“Before our wedding, I’ll win your heart,” he said. “I will do anything and everything for you.”

“We’ll see, Nanami-san.”

Half a year passed, only three months left until the wedding. You were downstairs making sure the wedding plan was up to date and perfect before going to work. You heard the door unlock. You didn’t bother to check. Nanami has been coming over almost every morning that you decided to just give him a key to your home.

You heard his voice, already knowing that he’s on the phone. Nanami kissed your forehead before placing a cup of your favorite coffee on the counter and a brown bag that you could only assume was breakfast. You felt the butterflies fluttering in your stomach. It happened every time with his simple and innocent kisses.

“Yeah, I should be able to leave in a few days. I’ll need to talk to my fiancé about it first,” Nanami said. He gave you a wink and you couldn’t help but blush. Nanami hung up and took the empty seat next to you.

“My favorite coffee and…is this a blueberry muffin?” you asked.

“Breakfast sandwich,” Nanami said. “However, there might be a blueberry muffin waiting for you for lunch.” You chuckled.

“So, where’s the emergency this time?” you asked.

“France.”

“Can I come?”

“I wanted to bring you along anyway. It’ll be okay with work?” You nodded as you took a sip of your coffee.

“Thank you for the coffee and breakfast, Kento,” you said, finally saying his first name. A wide smile spread across his face.

“You like playing hard to get,” he said as he held your hand. “Do I get to kiss those beautiful, soft lips yet?”

“Nope!”

“You’re killing me sweetheart,” he muttered.

“That’s the fun part,” you commented. “I have to hurry to work though. We are almost done with this project and I want to get this done before France.”

“Yes, my lady.”

The two of you held hands in Paris. You were eating your chocolate filled croissant, feeding Nanami some after your bite.

“Ouch!” you yelped when someone ran and bumped into you, causing you to drop half of the large croissant to the ground. Nanami immediately grabbed the person’s wrist and yanked the stranger towards him.

“Hey! What the hell?” the stranger exclaimed. When he looked at Nanami’s cold eyes, the stranger shook with fear. Nanami nodded his head towards you.

“You pushed my girl and hurt her,” he said coldly. As the stranger trembled, he turned to you.

“I am so sorry, madame!” he exclaimed. You blushed.

“I-It’s okay!” Nanami let the stranger go and he ran away. You gave Nanami a look, but he ignored that knowing look you were giving him every time he did that and looked at your arm.

“You’re not hurt?” he asked worriedly. The worried tone always made your stomach flutter.

“Y-Yeah, I’m okay Kento,” you answered softly. Nanami kissed your arm then your forehead. “But now I’m sad I don’t have a croissant.”

“I’ll make the bastard—“

“Kento! Let’s get some street food,” you said. Nanami smiled and nodded. “And tomorrow night after the meeting, I’ll be willing to go to a high end fancy restaurant.”

“It sounds like a date, sweetheart.”

“Is this a date too?”

“Any time spent together is a date.”

“You’re getting cheesy.”

“You lead me up to it, sweetheart. Let’s see how delicious their street food is, grab a drink or two, and head back to rest. You still have a meeting, right?” You nodded. Nanami wrapped his arm around your shoulders. He pulled you in close and kissed your forehead.

You lied in bed alone after your meeting since Nanami was away for his meeting. Your phone rang and rang as you tried to get Gojo to pick up.

“Your fiancé will kill me if he knew I was talking to you,” Gojo said.

“Shut up, you’re over exaggerating,” you said.

“He told me so.”

“He won’t because you and I are besties.”

“What’s wrong though?” Gojo asked worriedly. “Is he back to dating other women behind your back?”

“N-No,” you stuttered. “He—I—well…he’s literally the last person I thought I would like.” Gojo laughed on the other line. “Quit laughing!”

“I’m sorry, it’s just—you actually have feelings for someone,” he said happily and excitedly. “You’re so career driven, it’s nice seeing you giving him a chance.”

“Kento isn’t seeing anyone, right?”

“Nope,” Gojo said. “The man loves you. His eyes stay glued to you. The way he looked at his previous dates does not compare to the way he looks at you. Trust me.” You sighed heavily on the other line.

“Kento’s right. He did win me over.”

“He won you over the moment he got down on one knee. You wouldn’t shut up about the fact that he was with another woman. But Nanami? He fell so hard that he would give up his business for you.”

“Please, that’s over exaggerating.”

“Not at all, Princess. The business is his world.”

You got up once you ended your call with Gojo. You could feel all the hidden emotions and feelings you have for Nanami escape. You decided to shower to cool down and to take your time in getting ready for your dinner date. Luckily you found a beautiful dark blue dress for dinner last night. You made sure your hair and make up was perfect.

By the time you finished, Nanami returned from his meeting. When he saw you, you notice a look in his eyes that you couldn’t describe. Desire? Admiration? You caught it a few times, but it seemed more evident right now than before.

“You look beautiful, my love,” he said and kissed your forehead.

“No more sweetheart?”

“Love sounds better right now. Let me get ready.”

He kept the bathroom door open when he hopped in the shower. You made it a habit of standing by the doorway when he does. You did enjoy making conversations with him because most of the time, alone time with him became scarce. And he was someone who listened to you, even during his showers after a long day of work. It was his patient trait that you highly appreciated from him.

“How was the meeting?” you asked curiously. You couldn’t help but picture a naked Nanami in the room. You started to feel warm under your dress.

“Better than I thought it would be,” he said. “What they thought was a major problem ended up being a small hiccup. We should plan a new shopping center. I have a building area set up and security planning thought of so everything else is up to you.”

“O-Okay,” you answered in a distant tone.

“You alright, love?”

“Yeah! Sorry, just spaced out for a bit.” You heard him chuckle.

“We can go out tomorrow if you’re tired.”

“I’m okay! I promise! I-I really want to go out with you tonight.” You blushed. And Nanami smiled widely.

“Is my fiancé getting shy now?”

“In your dreams, Nanami Kento.” Nanami laughed as he turned the shower off. He appeared in front of you with a towel wrapped around him. You immediately turned away. If you look at him, you might faint. ‘Too much emotions. Too much feelings,’ you thought.

“You sure you alright, love?” he asked curiously. You nodded vigorously. “We could—“

“Please get ready.” Nanami raised an eyebrow slightly at your odd behavior but complied to your request.

You took deep, quiet breaths. By the time you turned around, Nanami was dressed up and was putting his watch on around his wrist. He smiled when you turned around.

“Let’s go, love.”

You and Nanami laughed at the dinner table. Dinner was already done, desserts halfway through, and the wine bottle half empty. Nanami poured you another glass.

“I’ll pay for this dinner, Kento,” you said.

“I don’t let my lady pay,” Nanami said as he took a sip of his wine.

“It’s so pricey.” Nanami chuckled.

“My love, don’t worry about it,” he said softly. “We’re getting married soon. Remember what I said before.”

“Y-Yeah, but—“

“I want you, remember?” You looked at him with wide eyes. “Even when I win your heart over, I won’t stop. I’ll still adore you as if I’m trying to win you over every single day. Like right now.” Nanami smirked and it only widened as you stayed silent. “I think since Korea, I knew I was going to win your heart,” he said. “But I’m not too sure with you.” He let the fluttery feeling in his body blossom every time he watched you blush especially now. He watched you swallow the lump in your throat before you cleared your throat. You were composed again, face still flushed.

“Am I hard to read, Kento?” you asked with a sly smile. Nanami chuckled.

“Half of the time you are,” he said. He was moving closer to you until your knee touched his. “But I like it. You keep me on my toes. I don’t want to disappoint my future wife.”

He whispered in your ear. You felt your body shiver. You grabbed the collar of his shirt and pull him in for a kiss. Nanami wasted no second in kissing you back while he cupped your face. You forced yourself to pull away. Nanami kept his hands gently on your face, breathless from the kiss. His forehead resting against yours.

“You won my heart,” you said.

“Love, you won my heart a week after the engagement,” he said. “You calling me out was very sexy and no one calls me out on my shit except you. I like it. Your slap was a wake up call.”

“Good. Because if you cheat on me, I’ll kill you.”

“It be an honor to be killed by a beautiful woman like you.” You playfully rolled your eyes.

“So cheesy.” Nanami gave you a soft kiss on your lips. “Kento-kun, after dinner, let’s walk around Paris again.”

“Anything for you, love.”

“And maybe buy me a large croissant again? I won’t drop it.”

“The bastard should’ve bought you a new one.”

“But I want my future husband to do it.” Nanami blushed and his heart was racing while you stared at him with big, innocent eyes.

“You’re killing me again, love.” He leaned in to your ear, his hot breath giving you goosebumps throughout your body. “You make me want to do so many things to you. And every single day, you drive me so damn crazy.” You suddenly felt dizzy and warm from his words. Nanami chuckled, his deep voice coursing through your body. “I love you, sweetheart.”

“H-How much do you love me?”

“I’d give up the world for you. You’re my world now, love.” The way he said it and described it sounded way better than the way Gojo did. Your heart race wildly. “And if that’s not enough, I’ll have to find another way to prove my love for you.”

“I think you proven enough,” you replied. Nanami smiled and kissed your lips softly.

“No excuse to stop though. I think tomorrow there’s a flea market happening in the morning. We’ll go there first thing before flying back home. How does that sound?”

“You hate flea markets.”

“But you love them.” A bright smile appeared on your face. Nanami intertwined his fingers to yours and raised your hand to his lips.

“I love you too, Kento.”

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radiaurapple · 5 days

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Lucid Dreams of New Orleans: Chapter 7

CHAPTER SUMMARY: IN WHICH Alastor resolves a pest problem.

The last time Lucifer saw his father, he was granted a fragment of His divine power — a punishment in the guise of a blessing — that he might serve as steward of the wayward souls cast down into Hell. It is a cruel gift, designed to ensure that he will always be haunted by his mistakes; Lucifer has endured the past seven thousand years by avoiding its use at all costs. But in the aftermath of the fight with Adam, Alastor’s worsening injury threatens the foundations of his daughter’s dream. Lucifer does what any good father would do: he uses his long-forgotten power to deliver Alastor’s soul from the brink of destruction. In turn, knowing Alastor — with all his sins, past lives, and heartbreaks — teaches Lucifer a little more about what it means to be human.

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All Hell breaks loose the next morning.

Niffty has, apparently, been keeping a colony of more than three hundred rats in her room — and the prior evening, while Alastor was occupied with his interrogation, she had seen fit to set them loose in the hotel.

Charlie calls an emergency meeting after Angel Dust wakes the hotel with his — frankly childish — screeching about a rat in his bathtub.

They convene in the kitchen to assess the situation. Niffty, perched on the counter, snickers and openly admits to releasing the rats for what she terms their playtime.

A consensus quickly emerges. Niffty is Alastor’s responsibility; so, too, are the rats.

Alastor’s dominion over the radio is equal parts blessing and curse in his search and rescue operation. If he concentrates, he can hear the shuffling, sniffing, and squeaking of all 312 rats in the hotel — which, while helpful in locating the rats, makes it more difficult for him to plead ignorance regarding those that have wormed their way into the worst predicaments imaginable.

This is how Alastor finds himself on his knees, dismantling the toilet in Husker’s bathroom.

“Oh, Hell,” Angel Dust says — Alastor hadn’t heard him come in, focused as he is on loosening two pipes in the water line that appear to have somehow, in the six weeks since they rebuilt the hotel, rusted together.

Alastor grimaces. “I’m quite busy.”

“Sure,” Angel says. “Y’know, you ain’t gonna find a rat inside the pipes. They can’t live in there.”

“These ones can. I’ve come to the conclusion that these are not rats — they’re demons, sent from some lower ring of Hell to ruin us. They are relentlessly determined to evade me. And they. Don’t. Die.” Alastor heaves at the wrench with both hands — it budges perhaps an inch. He huffs.

“Huh.”

Alastor shakes out his aching hands and looks up at Angel. “Can I help you?”

“Oh — yeah, I was just wondering if my bathroom is clear, now, or if I should wait to shower? It’s just, I gotta get to work soon.”

Alastor listens — one of his ears twitches.

“It should be fine, if you’re quick,” he says.

“Right,” Angel says. He takes off at a run. “Thanks!”

Alastor raises a hand in acknowledgement and returns to his task. The pipes have begun to drip around the join, which complicates matters — Alastor did shut off the water before he began this accursed project, but that doesn’t mean it’s not still wet in there.

Footsteps behind him.

“Angel. If don’t leave me to my work, I’ll —” Alastor glances over his shoulder — “Oh. It’s you.”

Lucifer stands behind him, smiling sheepishly, his hands clasped behind his back. “I brought you a present,” he says.

With a flourish, he produces a rat in a golden cage. The creature is standing on its hind legs with its tiny hands wrapped around the bars. At the sight of Alastor, it shrieks in frustration — further evidence that the creatures’ disdain for him is somehow personal. Lucifer places the cage on the tile next to Alastor.

“Thank you,” Alastor says. “That leaves only —” he cocks his head to the side and listens — “Two hundred and sixty-two. Including this one.” He inclines his head toward the plumbing and resumes the miserable task of loosening the pipes.

“You don’t know a thing about plumbing, do you?” Lucifer says.

Alastor huffs in irritation — Lucifer leans over him with a smug smile on his face. “Those pipes are heat welded,” Lucifer says. “You’ll be here all day if you insist on using a wrench. Allow me.”

Before Alastor can protest, Lucifer tugs off a glove and places his hand over the join. There is a sizzle, a puff of steam, a flare of heat across Alastor’s face — and the two pipes come apart effortlessly in Lucifer’s hand with a cartoonish and unnecessary pop. Lucifer withdraws, a smug smile on his face — his fingers leave molten orange prints behind on the metal, which fade away after a moment.

“Show-off,” Alastor grumbles. He sends a shadow tentacle in after the pipe rat — a tiny shriek echoes from the darkness. As the rat emerges, it makes a desperate grab for the edge of the pipe, kicking and screaming.

Lucifer snaps his fingers; the rat disappears and reappears inside the golden cage with its brother.

“Your assistance is unnecessary,” Alastor grumbles without any real heat — getting into those pipes on his own was pretty miserable.

Lucifer smiles like Alastor has just given him a compliment. “You’re welcome,” he says. “Now — I need to get back to it. I just made a breakthrough on a project I’m working on, and I have a meeting this afternoon with the other sins.”

“The project is a rubber duck.”

Lucifer frowns. “What else would it be?”

“Just confirming,” Alastor says. “Now, there’s another rat in the light fixture. So. If you don’t mind.”

“Oh! Sure. Good luck.” Lucifer backs out of the room, but pauses in the doorway. “I’ll — I’ll see you later? Tonight?”

“I will be back to collect on our deal once every single one of these infernal vermin are back in captivity.” Each word is punctuated by a further unfolding of Alastor’s antlers — he breathes deeply to bring them back under control. “I expect it will take several days. Enjoy your reprieve.”

“Right. Right. Of course. Okay. See you, Al.” Lucifer ducks out of the room.

Alastor stares after Lucifer in confusion for a long moment. Al — the abbreviation reeks of familiarity. The people closest to Alastor had called him that, when he was alive — does Lucifer share that fellowship now, due to the knowledge he’s acquired? The idea is disconcerting, so he puts it aside and returns to his work.

It takes Alastor all day to wrangle the first 104 rats. He delivers them into Niffty’s waiting hands, and she welcomes each one home by name.

He heads for the bar, exhausted, to collect the night’s highball from Husker; then he slips into the shadows and across the hotel to his room. He hangs his coat by the door. His ears twitch — on the other side of the wall is the unmistakable cacophony of a dozen displeased rats.

He peeks his head through the door. He blinks. Twelve pairs of irate red eyes regard him from twelve golden cages, stacked neatly on his doormat like the misguided offerings of a house cat.

A smile creeps across Alastor’s face. He closes the door gently — he’ll bring the rats to Niffty in the morning.

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sergeantgoggles · 2 months

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(ok just one more. i really love them all) kiss prompt: 💗 slow kiss / gentle kiss / inevitable / soft dealer's choice <3

I chose the CSP-born quatrefoil, but in the actual Star Wars verse and not in an AU. Dealer's Choice: Hunter/Tech/Echo/Fives

Fives/Echo

Echo sighs, takes a sip of caffe, reads the Imperial reports again. Comm chatter is going insane over the stolen intel they took from Dantooine. Really, what business did they have all the way out there? Not that it matters now. They had found the resistance’s best kept secret.

Soft footfalls catch his ears, timid, nervous, and Echo frowns. He doesn’t blame them because he’s nervous, too. It’s been a long time, and in the interim Echo had moved on, had found himself a third in the relationship between Clone Force 99’s squad leader and pilot, and it’s been good, even if they’ve parted ways for now.

Finally, Fives comes into view, his own caffe in hand, quietly sits beside him, and sighs. His presence is nice, familiar, and it’s so easy to fall back into old routines, to lean his head on Fives’s shoulder and just listen to him breathe, but there’s a lot to discuss.

“We should talk,” he says, and feels Fives hum in agreement. “I’m seeing someone else, two someones, actually.”

Fives barks a laugh, startling them both, then clears his throat. “I’m…not surprised. There was someone, after you, before I had to drop off the grid. Can’t be mad at you for moving on when you thought I was dead when I did the same thing, you know?”

There’s a beat of silence, then, “Does that mean you can’t love me anymore?”

Echo picks his head up, looks Fives in the eyes, frowns. “I have to talk about it with them, but I’ll always love you, Fives. I never stopped.”

Their eyes meet, and Echo knows that they’re going to kiss, and it’s going to seal his fate. If he has to choose, he’ll choose Fives every time. As soon as their lips connect, Echo knows he’s damned. Fives tastes exactly how he remembers, feels as warm and invigorating as the sun on a tropical beach, and he makes a mental note to tell him all about the island with the giant crabs and the mission that Wrecker botched by waking the pod.

“I want to meet them,” Fives says softly, “if for no other reason than to thank them for taking care of you.”

Echo smiles into his lips and melts. An idea starts to form.

Hunter/Tech

“You’re awfully moody today,” Hunter comments with a frown as Tech works around him. He can’t quite figure out what Tech is working on, though, because the ship-wide diagnostic didn’t yield any results, and Tech hadn’t been adamant about the little maintenance things until a few days ago. Suddenly it was all he could focus on. It was…unnerving.

“Are you listening to me?” He ventures again.

Tech scoffs. “Unless you have intel about another mission, please refrain from speaking to me. I have a long list of repairs and upgrades that are not going to make themselves.”

Stormy eyes widen as Hunter frowns. “Hey, don’t make me pull rank with you. Tell me what’s wrong so I can help.”

“Well, if you insist, you can start by finding the spanner wrench that has once again grown legs and gone missing from my toolkit,” Tech says with a bite. “I will need it for—”

“I’m not talking about the ship, Tech,” Hunter sighs and takes Tech by the wrist, pulling him away from his work and forcing their bodies flush. “You’ve barely said a word to anyone in days.”

Hunter can pinpoint the change in Tech’s demeanor to right after their last conversation with Echo, after he told them that they found the operative they’d been looking for. That operative just happened to be Echo’s thought-to-be-dead partner, and there was the unspoken “we need to talk” that had been laced into their conversation.

Tech makes a frustrated noise that Hunter understands. Gently, he cups Tech’s cheek, draws him into a kiss, and slowly, intimately maps the lines of his lips, his jaw, his tongue, until he has Tech forgetting why he’s upset. It feels nice, though, knowing someone so well that their bodies can heal one another’s wounds, at least temporarily.

“We’re almost to Teth. Let’s hear him out. Whatever happens, nothing changes between us, understand?” Hunter breathes, lets Tech feel his words, taste them and hear them.

“Yes, that is fine,” he agrees, even if it is reluctant.

Hunter/Fives

Things do not go as expected. If Hunter had credits to bet, he would have bet against this ever happening, much less so fast, so quickly.

Thinking back on it, he wonders if any of them really put long-term thought into this, or if they were all just desperate to stay together and make it work. In the same vein, something pulls at his chest, and he doesn’t think he’d change anything. Last night had been…incredible. Tech had looked so good between two former ARC Troopers, mouthing and panting against Echo’s neck while Fives sweetly fucked him, whispering teasing little things to Fives as Hunter pressed into him and made him moan their names.

A pleasant thrill races up his spine as he’s drawn out of the memory by lips on his neck. He trills as Fives trails kisses along his naked shoulder, then tips Hunter’s head back to claim his lips. He’s a bold one, like Echo. It’s no wonder they were the best in their squad at the height of the war, but Fives’s kisses are different. Echo kisses with deliberate movements, always with the desire to elicit a reaction, but Fives seems to move because it feels good, willing to take his time. Hunter finds it easy to relax into Fives’s lips, and moans softly at how freeing it is to simply let go.

The sun crests over the horizon, and Hunter hums, almost chasing his lips as the spell starts to break. “What now?”

“Whatever you and Tech want,” Fives answers, “the sex was fun, and I’m happy to keep doing that, but I know there are feelings involved, and…”

Fives trails off, but Hunter knows. “I don’t know if we’ll have an answer right away.”

Another long, sweet kiss, and then Fives presses their foreheads together. “Take your time.”

Echo/Tech

Fives gives them space. Echo is grateful.

Night rolls in. The day has been kind, thankfully, and the awkwardness has been at minimal levels, but this isn’t Echo’s first time in dealing with Tech. There’s an abundance of new information for him to process, and he can tell that by the end of late meal, he’s overwhelmed.

Hunter moves to follow him out for some air, but Echo stops him with a gentle hand on his chest. “Let me.”

He finds Tech sitting not far from the entrance of the base, nose in his datapad, scanning for stars knows what, but that’s how Tech works, especially when there’s a lot to sift through.

“Mind if I join you?”

Tech lifts his head, and it’s obvious that he’s expecting Hunter, not him. Still, he doesn’t deny him, and nods as he makes room beside him, but doesn’t offer anything else. Silence hangs between them as the sun starts to set, but Echo is patient. He’ll wait all night if he has to because this is important to him. Tech is important to him.

Finally, Tech puts his datapad aside and frowns. “I do not know what you expect me to say. We came here to discuss how things should progress now that Fives has come back from the dead, so to speak, but we have not conducted any actual conversation about the issue.”

Echo sighs. He knows this is the hardest part, laying out exactly what he wants for Tech to examine and find all of the flaws in. He clenches his fist and looks up at him. “I don’t know how to have this conversation, because no matter what angle I look at it, I’m the one being selfish, but I want all of you in my life. I love Fives, Tech. I always have, and I always will. Even when…I still loved him.”

“But he is back now,” Tech says, and Echo can tell he’s trying to be positive, for his sake, because it’s good and happy and they should all be happy about this, “is there really much else to discuss?”

“Yes!”

Both are stunned at the outburst, but Echo recovers first by taking Tech’s hand in his and holding tightly. “…I love Fives, but I love Hunter, and I love you, too. I don’t want what we have to go away because Fives is back.”

“…But you left,” Tech counters, “and Hunter and I have been supportive of you wanting to remain in the fight, but it has put a strain on our relationship.”

Our, meaning between him and Hunter, our, being between them and Echo.

“…I thought that our arrangement was enough,” Echo admits quietly.

Tech falters, frowns, then kisses Echo slowly. It’s the way Tech’s breath stutters, the way there’s the smallest hint of desperation in the way their tongues slide together, then dies when realization settles. They part, and Tech takes his hand from Echo’s grasp and stands, hiding his face.

“It is not.”

Hunter/Echo

“We don’t know him enough to love him the way we love you.”

And that’s what Hunter had been alluding to that morning with Fives, what Tech had failed to communicate with Echo during their talk that left them freshly wounded and vulnerable. He stands with his arms crossed, eyes pleading for Echo to understand that this isn’t as easy as ‘we slept together so that solves everything.’

“But I know him!” Echo yells like that should be enough.

Hunter frowns, shaking his head. “How did you think this would go? Did you think that we would join you here? Were you going to give up the fight and come back with us to live away from the Empire?”

Those aren’t even a fraction of the questions that Hunter has for him, but he tries to be understanding because it’s Echo, because he loves him.

Echo doesn’t answer him because Hunter already knows the answer.

“You have a choice to make,” Hunter says softly, kindly.

“Stay, please,” Echo begs, just for a little while, just to get to know him. I promise you, he’s worth it.”

Hunter’s heart aches. “I know he is. You wouldn’t love him so fiercely if he wasn’t. I have no reason to believe he isn’t as amazing as you say he is.”

“Then stay—”

“This isn’t our fight, Echo,” Hunter says more firmly. “We have Omega to think about, and Wrecker and Crosshair. We’re tired of fighting. We just want to live our lives, find who we are outside of being a soldier.”

It’s a stalemate, neither of them willing to bend.

Until Echo stands, closes the gap between them, lays his head on Hunter’s shoulder the way he does with Fives, and laces their fingers together. “…We’ll visit regularly. I don’t want things to end between us, but if you’re willing to give him the chance to be a part of us, I’m willing to put in the work. We’ll keep you out of the fight as much as possible, and you can get to know him outside of a rebel base. Hunter, please…”

Fives/Tech

“Hey, wait up!”

Tech stops at the foot of the ramp, looks confused for a moment before he realizes that Fives is talking to him. He stops, catching his breath and panting as he seems to have run a long distance, then stands again with a grin that, admittedly, makes Tech’s heart skip a beat.

“Is there something wrong?” Tech inquires.

Fives waves his hand. “No, no! I heard from Echo just now that you agreed to the arrangement he proposed to Hunter.”

“I did,” Tech nods, unsure of where this is going. “It is the most logical solution to all of the problems that have risen since your return.”

A guilty flush settles on Fives’s cheek. “I’m sorry…for causing trouble for you all. I didn’t even know he was alive. When I ‘died’, he…”

Tech sighs. He knows all of this already. “No, I am sorry. You had no way of knowing, and it is not something I fault you for anyway. I…agreed…because my feelings for Echo are rather strong, and I know how much you mean to him.”

He pauses, then offers Fives a small smile. “And anyone that Echo loves is a welcome presence. It is true that Hunter and I do not know you personally, but we have heard much about you, and it is because of how Echo and the others have spoken about you that we want to know you and give this a chance.”

Fives’s flush turns to one of embarrassment, and he chuckles sheepishly. “He spoke that highly of me?"

"As often as he could," Tech comments, and his posture eases.

It’s his downfall.

Suddenly Fives is closer, fingers tipping his chin up just slightly, and lips covering his. It’s a focused kiss, careful not to be demanding or expectant, but enough that Tech knows that he means the emotions that are behind it, and he lets Fives kiss him thoroughly. It’s nice, letting someone new know your kiss in a healing way.

“Thank you,” Fives whispers as they part, “for taking care of him and giving me a chance.”

Tech hums, chases his lips for another, more chaste kiss and to feel the scratch of his goatee on his chin again. “I look forward to your first visit.”

Fives chuckles, keeps him close as he kisses him one more time. “Likewise.”

#cloneshipping #clone shipping #the bad batch #hunter/tech/echo/fives #heart prompts clone edition #clone/clone #clonecest #tbb tech #tbb hunter #tbb echo #tbb fives

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mvybanks · 1 year

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say you won’t let go

a/n: final chapter!! thank you so much for reading this series, i hope you liked it!! (btw i have no idea how the whole custody thing works so just go along with it). if you want you can request blurbs for y/n and jj, maybe their future with adam or their relationship when they were teens, i’d be really curious to read those!!

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CHAPTER VII

Y/N

“Yes, JB, for the last time: she’s okay. She’s sleeping, no, I’m not gonna wake her up, she needs to rest, yes, i’ll tell her, don’t worry.”

I snuggled closer into the hard chest beneath my head when I woke up the morning after probably the most terrifying day of my life. JJ’s soft voice almost lulled me back to sleep when I heard him say my brother’s name and I realized that he was whisper-yelling into his phone.

I lifted my head and looked up at him, the sight of his morning hair and his beautiful blue eyes made me smile and I swore I felt his pulse speeding up underneath my hands. I left a soft peck on his neck which made him kiss my forehead in return.

“Is that John B?” I asked as I could hear his voice through the phone.

He nodded, “he wants to talk to you. He saw what happened on the news and now he’s yelling at me because I didn’t call him last night.”

I grabbed his phone wordlessly and put him on speaker, “hey, Bird.”

“What the fuck happened? Are you okay? Are you hurt? Why the hell didn’t you call me-“

“Jeez, I just woke up, give me a break.” I interrupted him, trying to lighten up the mood but even JJ gave me a stern look. He knew how worried my brother was and he had every right to be.

“I was worried, Y/N. Do you know how fucking scary it was to find out that your little sister was almost kidnapped while you’re far away from her? I would’ve jumped on the first plane to see you if Kie hadn’t called me to tell me that you were alright.”

“Kie?”

JJ saw the confusion in my eyes and answered for my brother, “she’s in the living room with Pope and Adam. They came by around six in the morning, so basically as soon as they found out.”

“Bird, I’m sorry. You’re right, I should’ve called you. It was a very long night but I’m okay, I swear. Nothing happened to me.”

That was when I had finally registered John B’s words, “wait? Did you say ‘kidnapped’? What do you mean?”

“You don’t know? They’re saying that it’s a case of kidnap, that’s fucking scary.” I could hear the relief, but also the frustration, in his voice.

“I love you, you know that, right?” He continued and my heart broke.

“I love you, too, B. So much.”

After I had convinced him that I was, in fact, alright, we hung up and I could finally realize what had happened the previous night.

I let my whole body rest completely on JJ’s while his arms hugged me close to him, too scared to let go.

“When did you find out?” I asked him referring to the kidnapping part.

“When Kie and Pope arrived here. They had to calm me down when they told me. I thought she wanted to rob me or something, I didn’t—fuck—I didn’t know.”

He was about to cry and I had to wrap my arms tighter around him, reminding him that I was there with him.

“Adam and I are okay. Please, remember that. We’re here.” I put one of my hands under his shirt, hoping that the skin-on-skin contact would’ve helped him relax.

I looked up at him again and this time I kissed his lips, both of us sighing in each other’s mouth. His hands started to wander under his my top as well, the feeling of his warm palms on my naked skin made my head spin. Suddenly, he flipped us over, my back on the mattress and his body on top of mine as my legs wrapped around his waist. An unexpected moan left my mouth and he smirked.

“You know there’s people outside, right?” He mumbled against my lips.

“Shut up, it’s your fault.” I pushed him away but he quickly grabbed my hands that were on his chest and stopped me. He pecked my lips twice and then he sat up, still in between my legs.

“Later,” the look in his eyes was so intense I almost crumbled under his gaze.

“Doesn’t seem like you can wait, though.”

Now it was my time to smirk at him while my eyes traveled to the evident bulge in his pants. He bent down again to put his lips on my ear and nibble on my earlobe as I closed my eyes at the feeling.

“Later.”

He smiled, got off the bed and offered me his hand to do the same. I followed but before we walked out of my room I stopped him.

“Before any later activities happen…again, we should talk,” and the look in his eyes told me that he wasn’t happy about what I had just said.

“I thought I made myself clear last night, I don’t want to keep playing-“

“No, not that. I want this, J. I do, but we should have a serious talk. Between the adrenaline and the fear of having almost lost both me and Adam, you weren’t seeing clear last night. I just think that we-“ He took my face in his hands stopping me.

“I meant every word. Every single one of them, Y/N.” I nodded and put my hands on top of his.

“Okay, J. But you talked last night, I didn’t. That’s all I’m saying. I just need to talk to you about this and then we can have all of the later activities we want.” I smiled at him to let him know that whatever I wanted to tell him wasn’t going to change what had happened between us.

He kissed me and in that moment I knew that we were going to be okay.

When we left the room, his arm around my waist as he brought me closer to him, Adam was on the couch playing with an old stuffed toy of mine while Pope and Kie were making breakfast.

As soon as they saw us, they knew. They both grinned at us and I had to roll my eyes at their reactions.

“Good morning,” I said as I took the elastic that I always wore on my wrist and put my hair up, knowing that it probably looked like a bird nest by then. I had forgotten about the amount of hickeys that the man behind me had left on me the night before, until I saw my friends staring at my neck.

“Well, you sure had a good night.” Kie’s comment made me give her a death stare and suddenly both her and Pope were hugging me tightly.

“We were so scared, we came here as soon as we heard.”

I hugged them back. I hadn’t thought about how scary it must had been for them and I felt so lucky to have such amazing friends with me. When they were satisfied with the amount of ‘i’m okay’s I had said, they let go of me and began teasing me and JJ about the obvious marks on my skin.

“So did you fall?”

“I bet you burned yourself with your hair straightener.”

“Vampires?”

I rolled my eyes at them and tried to shush them as there was a five year old in the room with us.

“Are you done?” JJ asked, then walked to me again to wrap his arms around me from behind me and I let myself relax against his chest.

“You’re really not going to tell us what happened? What is going on between you two?”

I turned my head to face the blond man behind me and smiled at him, which he returned. What I didn’t expect was for him to bend down his head and kiss me in front of our friends. It was quick but it was the perfect answer to their incessant questioning.

“Does that answer your questions or do we have to keep talking about this?” The amusement in JJ’s voice was clear yet it was obvious that we were getting annoyed since we hadn’t talked about this properly yet and we sure didn’t want to do so in front of them.

I realized that I hadn’t heard Adam’s sweet voice yet that morning so I unwrapped myself from JJ’s grasp and walked to the couch where the little boy was playing in silent, which was so out of character.

He gave me a shy smile when I sat next to him and went back to the toy in his hands.

“You okay, bug?”

He only nodded without even looking at me and I was officially worried. I lifted him in my arms and sat him on my lap as I hugged him close.

“What’s up?”

JJ was already at my side and the concern in his eyes was obvious. He started smoothing Adam’s hair down with his hand as his nephew wouldn’t lift his head.

“Adam, buddy, can you tell us what’s going on? Are you hurt? You have to talk to us.”

That was when he bursted into tears, gripping my shirt as he cried into my chest.

“ ‘m sorry,” he kept saying but neither of us understood what had happened.

“Bug, what are you sorry about?” I tried to keep my voice as calm as possible since JJ was already panicking.

“I was bad and that lady wanted to take me away. I’ll be good, I swear!”

I stroked his cheek and made him look at me.

“You did nothing wrong. You’re the best kid in the whole world. You’re perfect, I promise you.”

He sniffled and nodded at me but he was clearly waiting for his uncle approval. JJ took him in his arms and kissed his forehead.

“We’re gonna find out what she wanted and nobody will ever take you away, you got it? Nobody.”

We went to the police station that morning and when they finally told us why it had been classified as a kidnapping case, I saw red.

“Are you sure you want to talk-“

“Yes.” I interrupted the officer who had asked me the same question for what it felt like the millionth time as he was taking me to her cell, Y/N silently walking behind us.

“You’ve got ten minutes.”

When she was in front of me, standing behind those bars, there was no doubt she had given birth to him. They had the same eyes and their features were so similar, but she wasn’t his mother, she had never been.

Y/N stayed a little bit far away from us and I was thankful for that because I knew I needed her but I had to do this alone.

“You must be JJ.”

Her voice was hoarse and it was so far from the sweet and soft voice of her son.

‘Her son’, even saying it sounded wrong.

“Stay away from my family.”

She smiled almost maniacally at me and it sent a shiver up my spine.

“He’s my son. I’m his mother.”

“His mother? You’ve lost the right to call yourself that when you abandoned him.” I spat at her and for a second I saw resentment in her eyes. But it was just a second.

“So what? You’re gonna raise him? I left him with his father, not you. The court would agree with me.”

‘The court’? What the hell had she done?

“Ricky would’ve left him to me if he had had the chance, not you. You want to know why I immediately got custody? Because I was the first and only family member that he had left. You weren’t there. I signed the papers. He’s legally under my custody.”

She shook her head, her eyes never leaving mine, and I didn’t know what had happened to that woman that had transformed her into an insane person.

“I’m his mother! He needs me! One day he will find out that you took him away from me and he will hate you for it.” She almost screamed and I was thankful that she couldn’t reach me with her hands because she was starting to scare me.

“He needs you? I don’t remember you being there when he crawled for the first time or the first time he walked, or his first words, you weren’t there when I had to sleep at Ricky’s for months to help him with a newborn. You weren’t there for his first day of preschool either, were you? And I sure as hell don’t remember you being there for him when his dad died and he thought he was alone, you didn’t have to hold him all night to reassure him that you were never going to leave him. So don’t you even dare say that he needs you.”

My face was probably red from the anger but I didn’t care. He was more my son than hers and she had no right to tell me that he needed her. I suddenly felt a hand wrapping around my arm and when I turned around Y/N was there. She gave me a reassuring smile and stroked my arm trying to calm me down.

“We should leave. You just have to sign some forms and then we can get home, okay?”

I nodded, then I looked at the woman in the cell behind me and she didn’t remind me of Adam anymore. His eyes were bigger and full of innocence and adoration, his smile was shy or full of mischief just like mine, and his laugh sounded so much like his dad’s that sometimes it made my heart ache, but he didn’t look like her.

“A child needs a mother,” were the last words she said before turning her back on me.

“What he needs is love and support and he gets all of it from us everyday.”

When we arrived to our apartment, we spent the rest of the day with Adam, playing with his toys and watching his favorite movies. Just the three of us.

It felt so domestic and comfortable that I wanted everyday to look like that afternoon.

Once he had fallen asleep on the couch with us, I brought him on his bed and tucked him under the covers. I went back into the living room and Y/N’s eyes were already on me with a strange look on her face.

“Is it time for that talk?” I asked.

“Come here,” she patted the spot next to her on the couch and I obliged.

“Listen,” she said, “before we make it official, I need you to understand something: I don’t want to lose you. Whatever happens between us you have to promise me we’ll always be there for each other.”

I took her hands in mine, “of course, princess. You’re never gonna get rid of me.”

She shook her head and smiled, “I mean it, J. It doesn’t matter how nasty of a breakup it’ll be, when it happens-“

“If,” I corrected her immediately and she looked at me confused.

“What?”

“If we break up, not when.”

“Relationships end.”

“Not always. Princess, I have been waiting for this since the first moment you smiled at me, you stole my heart and I don’t want you to ever give it back to me. I love you and even though you scare the shit out of me, I wouldn’t change one thing about us. I meant it when I said that I want to spend every single day with you, I want you forever.”

She leaned in and touched my forehead with hers, our noses bumping together.

“What do you mean I scare you? You’re the one who’s telling me that he wants to be with me forever and I scare you?”

I chuckled, “yes, you scare me. It scares me how much I love you and it scares me that I don’t know what you’re thinking, I don’t know how you feel but I’m okay with that. I get that love is scary sometimes-“

I was interrupted by the crashing of her lips on mine, silencing me. I almost pushed her down her back when she stopped me.

“You want to know what I’m thinking? I’m absolutely terrified, J. Every single relationship I’ve ever been in I’ve never taken them seriously because I knew I wasn’t going to end up with them. I knew it was going to be you. Do you realize that I love you so much that I was willing to stay your friend and be unhappy for the rest of my life because I didn’t want to lose you? I love you, J. I’ve always had. But I need you to understand that I can’t bear the thought of losing you, so please just say it.”

My heart was about to jump out of my chest when I asked, “say what, princess?”

“That you won’t let go. And that you won’t let me ruin this with my stupid fears. Please.”

“I won’t. You’re it for me. I’m done with anyone, I only want you.”

She took a deep breathe and then said, “so we’re really doing this?”

“We’re doing this, baby.”

And she finally kissed me again. I let her back fall on the couch pillows as her legs wrapped instinctively around my middle.

“Wait, wait, one more thing.”

I groaned against her lips and she giggled while cradling my face in her hands, forcing me to look her in the eyes.

“You’re my boyfriend now, right?”

I licked my lips as I couldn’t stop the smile forming on them, “yes, princess, I’m your boyfriend.”

“And I’m your girlfriend?”

“Damn right you are!”

Y/N

John B was the only one who didn’t know about JJ and me yet. Once we had made things official, we had told Pope and Kie who weren’t surprised one bit but they were happy for us.

We had even told Adam.

“What does that mean?” He had asked us when we had given him the news.

“It means that I can kiss her whenever I want now,” JJ had said with a sly smile which had gained him a slap on the chest from me.

“It also means that I will spend even more time here.”

“Really?” His voice was full of surprise and hope.

“Yes, bug. Are you okay with that?” And in a heartbeat he had literally jumped into my arms.

When John B had gotten back from his trip with Sarah, we had spent the day together but I didn’t think it was fair to give him a stroke with the news, especially because he was still worried about what had happened when he was gone.

It was two days later since he had came back and I knew it was time to talk to him. JJ and I got to the chateau, he gave me a reassuring smile and then we opened the front door.

My brother was standing in the kitchen, making himself breakfast, when he heard us come in.

“Good morning. You guys want some coffee?”

I shook my head, “B, can you sit down for a second?”

He furrowed his eyebrows but he did as I had asked, “what’s going on?”

“JJ wanted to tell you something,” I said pushing my boyfriend in front of me as his look screamed ‘betrayal’.

“Coward,” he whispered, then he looked at John B who was trying to understand what was going on.

“JB,” he continued, “listen, I don’t want you to get mad at us but I guess it’s inevitable so I’m just gonna say it: Y/N and I are in a relationship now.”

He blinked, “what?”

“We’re together. A relationship. She’s my girlfriend-“

“My best friend and my sister? My best friend and my little sister?” He stood up and started walking to where we were standing.

“C’mon, it’s impossible that you didn’t think that this was going to happen,” JJ said as he was trying to calm him down and failing miserably.

“You promised, JJ. I can’t believe this, you slept with my sister!”

“We were kids, John B! Are you serious? I’m in love with her, I’ve always been. Were you blind or something? I’m pretty sure the whole island knew.”

I interlaced JJ’s fingers with mine and looked at my brother, whose eyes were focused on our hands joined together.

“I’m in love with him, too, JB. Believe me when I say that we’re not rushing into this.”

His gaze was finally on me, “JJ, I swear to God, if you hurt her, I’ll kill you.”

“And I’d let you but I won’t hurt her. That’s my new promise, JB.”

EPILOGUE

It’s been a month since Y/N and I got together and things couldn’t be better. She moved in with me and Adam after the first week. She was already always there and it made sense for us.

My nephew and I were thrilled, he adores her and I couldn’t wait to spend even more time with her. It took a while for John B to get used to us, he still fake gags when he sees us together but we all know that it’s all an act.

Today’s sunday and Y/N took the day off to be with me and Adam. We’re lying on the beach as my nephew plays with the sand in front of us. She’s sitting between my legs with her back against my chest and my arms around her, holding her close to me. I kiss her naked shoulder and I feel her relax even more against me.

“You okay?” I whisper with my lips on her neck.

“Perfect.”

She places her hand on the back of my neck and turns her head to face me. She leans in and kisses me as I smile into her mouth.

“I can’t kiss you if you keep smiling like that,” she fake pouts at me.

“Sorry, can’t help it.”

She shakes her head in disbelief and I start leaving quick pecks all around her face while she laughs.

“I love you, princess,” I whisper as she calms down and relaxes against me again.

“I love you, J.”

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Okay so I wanna make a 2012 separated au but I wanna add a rise villain lol

basically

Leo’s raised by Splinter

Raph’s raised by Shedder

Donnies raised by BM

and Mikey’s raised by April or the Kraang idk yet

mainly I think it’d be funny if BM spoiled Donnie and you just get spoiled rich boy Donnie idk lmao

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NAH BUT THE FIRST TIME I READ A 2018DONNIE ADOPTED BY BIG MAMA FIC, MY BRAIN WENT “What if that was 2012Donnie?” AND I’VE NEVER RECOVERED BC I WANNA BUT IT’S SO OUT THERE THAT I’VE NEVER HAD THE GUTS TO TRY-

(I am so, so sorry, this has spiraled over the last few days. I am weak. Resistance was futile.)

Okay, so, like 2012 universe but Yokai exist…

So I’m going to assume right off the bat that Leo&Mikey don’t know about the Hidden City because they’re being raised by a human (Kirby) and a previous human (Splinter). How these two managed to get their hands on baby mutant turtles, I couldn’t tell you.

Okay, so I’m going to assume Leo&Mikey meet first. Both living as vigilantes in the human world, they’re bound to run into each other at some point. I doubt Splinter would let Leo travel to the surface solo. So maybe Splinter starts taking him up earlier because he deems keeping the tike with him is safer than leaving him alone.

So they get to know the surface early on. Mikey, because he sneaks out whenever he can, and Leo, because Splinter introduced it to him.

They besties who think it’s neat that they look like twins.

And then they come across Raph.

Now, a twin package is coincidence but a triplet turtle who looks scarily similar to them? That’s sus.

In fact, it’s the only reason that Raph doesn’t immediately kill them on site. He’s affronted, frustrated, and admittedly a little curious. So he decides to settle the mystery by taking them down to the Hidden City for a Mystical Relative test. (They are a thing because I say so.)

He knows the Hidden City exists because Shredder has dealings with Big Mama. They work out deals, where Raph fights in her Nexus and Shredder gets trinkets from the Hidden City.

Leo and Mikey are in awe, but also, they had a City that they could walk freely in beneath their feet the whole time?!

Then they take the test and- huzzah, they’re brothers!

And, oopsy, the witch lets it slip that they have another brother??

They press for more, but all she knows is that Big Mama will be their key to finding him.

So Leo and Mikey are determined to look and Raph is none to satisfied to learn that, not only is his family expanding and they’re both dorks, but now he has to deal with one of the biggest mob leaders in the City? No thank you. He did not sign up for that risk.

He tries to brush them off but Leo is adamant that he help- especially if he knows who she is and how they can arrange a talk with her. Even if it’s a long shot, they have to try.

So, Raph gives in to get them off his back.

And he introduces them to the best chance that they’re going to get to receiving an audience with her- And wouldn’t you know it?

That liaison is Donatello!

Of course, everyone knows that Donnie is of pure Yokai descendancy. Big Mama would never adopt some lost soul off the street. Rumors float about but no one knows for sure how he came into her care. The only truth that the Yokai know for certain is that he’s a genius, one in charge of all kinds of equipment for Big Mam’s Battle Nexus.

But, anyway, Donnie doesn’t fit into the brothers’ physical quota.

Normally, nobody can get close to Donatello, but the minute Raph strolls into the Nexus and asks to speak with him- the genius spawns. Body guards are shooed away at the request for privacy as the intelligent turtle eagerly brings them to his workshop.

It quickly becomes clear why Raph was so reluctant. To say that Donnie was ecstatic to see him was an understatement.

Unfortunately for the loner turtle, he’d become a lock for Donnie’s OCD. And similar to how he sees April in canon, he’s (PLATONICALLY) smitten. His obsessive side makes Raph into his idol and his compulsions lead him to do everything possible to try and build a friendship. Even if that means disregarding every single one of his Mother’s rules when it comes to interacting with fighters.

Raph hates the attention, but Donnie’s their best shot.

And Donnie doesn’t hesitate to promise them a meeting.

I’m dying imaging them going on a hunt for a long-lost brother, and Donnie’s standing right there the whole time- 🤣

Assisting every step of the way in the search for himself, with everyone being 100% sure that it cannot possibly be him because Big Mama is good a sewing lies.

Donnie is absolutely a rich kid. He’s utterly mortified when he finds out that Leo actually lives in the sewers of all places.

This AU would be all the more hilarious if Donnie slowly starts to realize that Raph isn’t the perfect person that he thought he was, and the obsession calms, but then he finds out that he’s Raph’s brother and completely loses his ever loving mind.

It would be brilliant.

I imagine Big Mama to be a fun mix of self-centered but genuinely loving. I think that would be an interesting take for her to spend his lifetime using every available opportunity to take advantage of his skills and manipulate his actions… But also, she would wipe out everyone in the entire Hidden City for him in a heartbeat if she thought they posed him any real danger.

On that same note, I think about the episode where the RISE first meet her, and like, how she would react if Draxum came and launched vines not only at her, but at Donnie too. And she instantly loses her cool.

“I may have a revision to do. Big Mama has two rules. One does not steal from Big Mama, and NO ONE touches her tottering TURTLE.”

I just think she’d be great.

I keep coming back to this-

So I keep envisioning this moment somewhere in the future where the Kraang or somethin’ pose this huge threat, and Donnie (as manipulative as his mother when he wants to be, which isn’t often) is basically like “We are not making deals. I will find a way to go on this mission and I will probably die if you don’t give me reinforcements. You can support me and I’ll keep building for you, or you don’t and you’ll lose your heir.”

Not exact words but you get the gist.

He’s so stubborn in the show. I want to enhance that.

I just want him to bob between innocent and confident. His pride shatters at the slightest negativity, but he also knows exactly what to say to get what he wants. He’s a good boy, but he’s not a pushover to anyone but Raph and his Mother. He’s not a big fan of changing the terms at the last second, but that’s not to say he hasn’t before.

ALSO YOU CAN IGNORE THIS IF YOU WANT BUT I HAVE CONCEPT BECAUSE IT’S IN MY BRAIN NOW.

The very first time that Donnie saw a Battle Nexus fight, he’d been the ripe age of four years old.

His mother was sitting in her private viewing area, perfect as ever, as he stared down in the arena in awe. He’d been ecstatic to see the fights that his mother spoke so fondly of, studying the fighters curiously as they faced on another.

He quickly fell into the excitement, encouraged by his Mother’s laughter, cheering along with the crowd. That is, until he watched the gorilla Yokai pin it’s opponent to the ground and tear it’s arm clean off.

The scream of agony was drowned in the hollars of the crowd.

He feel silent, a cry tangled in his lungs for another reason altogether. He looked back at her, as she smiled and watched the crowd go nuts, and then sunk in her lap. He squeezed his eyes as shut as they could be, fists over them, and blood painted behind his lids. He moved his fists to the sides of his head, but he could still hear screams.

He could remember it so clearly. His mother turned him to look at her, peeling his fists away from where they pressed against skull. She had seemed disappointed, looking down on him. Then her expression relaxed as she cooed, “Is it to loud for my whisperous turtle?”

He nodded, desperately, as she waved one of her assistants over.

They took him to his room. He locked himself in the bathroom to sob, unable to erase the image of gore stains from his mind. He’d passed out, right there on cold tiles, and woke up pressed against his mother. Granted, he woke up screaming, sobbing, and certain he was drenched in his own blood, but she rocked him, calmed his fears, and sang him back to sleep. He slept uneasily in the safety of her hold.

He spent the next week refusing to leave the room.

Eventually, his Mother encouraged him out. A year later, she took him back to the Battle Nexus. The results didn’t change. It repeated for a few more years. The nightmares got progressively more gory.

When he was ten years old, she promised him that he never had to watch the fights if he didn’t want to. He waited until she was out of sight to crumble under the weight of relief and self-loathing, her frown permanently etched in his mind.

From that day on, Donnie made it his life’s mission to support her like she always supported him. He might not understand the arena, but everyone who visited the Hotel loved it. There was no end to the complements and requests that she received when they were attending to matters outside it. She lit up under the attention. He saw no harm in making weapons and armor for the fighters, rewarded with his mother’s glowing smile and proud laughter.

She loved to show him off. The earth to her sun, helping give life to what she’d created. He gave what she asked for, sprinkling his own inventions here and there. He preferred to focus on the defensive wear; she loved the offensive weaponry.

He actively did his best to avoid the arena.

…Until the first time he glimpsed Ribenji on her screens.

Ribenji means vengeance in Japanese. Because Shredder is obsessed with it. And Raph will be his ultimate warrior of vengeance against anyone who crosses his path. Hehe. I think I’m cool.

I don’t pretend to fully understand Big Mama. I just love writing her.

Does Donnie’s name change? Perhaps.

Though I suppose I could see Big Mama having an interest in the Renaissance. That might be something up her alley…

I’M NOT DONE WITH THIS CONCEPT ACTUALLY

“Donnie dearest.” Donnie doesn’t look up from his work, wielding the last of the armor in place. He’s down on one knee and it allows his mother easy access to the top of his head, planting a kiss before stepping back to let him finish. “How’s my lil’ turtley-boo doing with Mama’s big project?”

“Almost finished.” He promises, turning off the wielder. She’s never pleased when he works and talks. She claims it makes her feel less to his work, and he’d never want to make her feel insecure.

A hand is on his shoulder, keeping him on the ground as she knocks against the metal with deceptively delicate knuckles. “Did you add the mystic fiddeydoodles that I so graciously found for you and you so endlessly prodded me for?”

Donnie feels a blush creep up his cheeks. He hadn’t wanted them at first, but after she’d mentioned how influential they were to putting on a perfect show, he couldn’t resist a couple of requests. “Not yet, Mother. I’m working on it. I swear. It will be ready when you need it.”

He studies her face, imploring, and she smiles down at him. She lifts her hand. “I know you will, my little genius. You always keep your promises.”

“I’m taller than you.” He points out as he stands, rather than acknowledge the twist of nerves which reminds him that even one failure could tear at her trust in him.

“Perhaps in this form.” She taps her broach and then she’s hovering over him, smirking with a flair that makes him rolls his eyes. “But you’ll always be my little teensie weensie tottering turtley-boo.”

“Mother.” He mumbles as he takes off his goggles. His face grows hot, glad for the seclusion of his lab. “I’ll be fifteen in three days.”

“That you will.” She hums, brushing his cheek with one of her smaller appendages. “My magnifferent, brilliant boy.”

She turns away to examine another of his projects. The only reason that she visits the lab is to get a run down of his latest one. He loves that she has a genuine interest in his work, even if she’s not particularly interested in the construction itself. She supplies his needs and works with his wants. What more could a turtle ask for?

At the same time that Donnie wants to shrivel up and hide when under her undivided affection, he can’t help but appreciate the attention. He never knows when he’ll get to have her doting every hour or if he’ll find himself isolated for a month.

Donnie quickly reprimands himself. They spoke about his intrusive thoughts. He shouldn’t think that way. He’s not completely secluded with the Hotel staff taking care of him and Gus hanging around. It’s all in his best interest. He’s safer within the hotel than out with the rif-raff in the bar or on the streets.

…It is nice to be noticed, though.

He steps closer to her, fiddling with the goggles. “Mother.”

“Yes, little one?”

She lifts one of his weapons from the table. He hopes she doesn’t test it. It’s not nearly to her fine expectations. “Have you- have you had any dealings with Saki, by chance?”

“Oh, my dormy genius. You know Mama hates talking business when we’re together.”

“Yes, Mother, of course.” He deflates a bit, watching her sigh.

“If you want to ask after his feisty Yokai pet, all you have to do is say it.”

“Have you seen Ribenji?” Donnie blurts eagerly. “Has he fought recently?”

“I don’t see your fascination with the Yokai when he barely gives you the time of day.”

“I know, Mother, I apologize for being this way.” He says, because it’s what she wants to hear. “But it’s been itching at my brain for some time. I was working on something for him, a side-project that could greatly improve his performance, not that it’s not good already, he’s a brilliant fighter, more than that, he’s inspiring and swift and he handles himself really well, which makes since for a Yokai Foot ninja, but I thought he might appreciate-”

“Donnie, dearest.” Mother sets his weapon down, and he quiets, running the strap along his hand. “I know you idolize the warrior, but please, no more side projects. Focus on your list. I don’t want you getting tuckered out.”

“But Mother-”

“Mama knows what’s best for you.” She tsks as she disappears behind her human form, a whirlwind of magic before she sets a hand in his arm. “This obsessing is unhealthy.”

“I was merely wondering if I could see some clips-”

“A wondering mind is a mind of worries.” She’s not scolding him, but it sure feels like it. The need to plead is still tangling in his airways, kept caged by the calm of her stare. “Refocus it on what’s important. Like your fantablous weaponry! And Mother will worry about her business with Saki.”

“But you always say that I should tell you when something bothers me.” He reminds quickly, ignoring her sharp look. “And it really bothers me that I haven’t been able to check in with one of your champions. Isn’t the arena meant to be mine one day?”

“Not for a good while yet.” She warns. “Until then, Mama would like to keep you away from the fiddlefaddles that bore you so.”

“Bore might not be the right word-”

“So you would like to resume your studies, then?” She looks at him, hand over her heart. “Why, you could have simply said so.”

He sighs, “You’re twisting again, Mother.”

“Do you or do you not want to give up your little hobby?”

“Oh, of course, I want to give up the one thing in the endless hotel that brings me any joy. I dream about it every night.”

“Always with the sarcasm.”

“Mother, please.”

“Mama has given her final word. A proper son knows when to debate and when to obey.”

He nods, shoulders slumping, and she considers him. She sets a gentle hand over the fist that holds his goggles, “Oh, my dear, you know it hurts me to see you disappointed. What if you were to finish your contrabulations and your beloved Mama were to see if she could get you some footage of the latest shows?”

“Oh, would you?” He breathes, daring to believe it.

She leans against him, on her toes to plant a kiss on his chin. “I will leave you to your work.”

Mother turns to leave, and he beams after her. “Thank you!”

A smooth backward wave. “Anything for my turtley-boo!”

I like to think she’d call him little to remind him of his place, tease him about the fact that he’s taller than most Yokai his age, and she sincerely still thinks of him as the tiny, weak turtle that she adopted more than a decade ago. She’s an excellent multitasker.

Anyway! Thank you for the dopamine! Sorry for the spiral!

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