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wandagcre · 7 months

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Heyyy there saw our request still open so could I request mommywands dry humping femreader? Thank you so muchhh

do not touch | wanda maximoff 🔞

(Dom!Mommy!Wanda Maximoff x AFAB!Reader)

You've got a debt to Wanda, awaiting to be paid. She decides to claim it immediately.

WARNING: dom!wanda, sub!reader, somnophilia, mommy kink, dry humping, humiliation, choking - no pronouns referred to reader but they got afab parts +18 / men & minors dni. Words: 2k

You looked peaceful. Unknowing. Innocent. All of the things you haven't been as of lately. Usually, Wanda dived with no hesitance to lay beside you in bed. She's eager for the opportunity to stroke your face with feather-like touches, threading her fingers along your tousled hair, and admiring your features. But she wasn’t craving for sweetness, instead, the need to jump on your bones – for lack of a better word – encompassed her frustration for you.

It wasn’t that serious – was all you’d say, Wanda already expects it. But she won’t let it slide, you have been testing her will as though nothing but determined to push her. Therefore, Wanda decides she'll give you a taste of what you wanted.

It's like an invitation too, given that your shirt rode up and exposed some of your abdomen and your face turned down to the pillow, the lower half caught in a twist so slightly that it gave Wanda a perfect view of your ass.

She hung beneath your resting figure, calculating how the fun part should start. Wanda’s legs were in between, effectively trapping you, and she steadied her weight with hands perched on the bed – right where your head rests, alike to her legs. Your hair keeps away the adorable sleeping face you’ve got. An urge to envelop you temporarily surges to your lover’s chest, you must’ve been tired, much as she was.

But oh one glance was all it took again for Wanda, eyes trailing lower with your back curvatures. So appetizing that she had to wet her lips in excitement. She gives her lower body a tentative glide to your shapely ass. A few more and she's already hooked. Wanda rubs herself with much confidence and better timing this time, sending a jolt of pleasurable force on her now throbbing core. To add, Wanda hummed deep from her chest as she got handsy, her hand already having a palmful of your breast.

It felt exhilarating to her with your body completely at her disposal and a stimulating pedal to her pleasure. The mattress dipped and the springs started to creak ever lightly as her rubbing of her front against your curve was getting more desperate. A drag of sleepy sound comes out of your pretty lips. Wanda does not slow for a moment, but she gauges if you were being stirred to consciousness. Wanda doesn't care anyway.

"Don't move." A honeyed voice warned you. You let out a confused yelp, heart still racing, though now you realize who it was.

Your throat felt dry. Was she… grinding? “Wanda?”

“Possibly, yes.” She snarkily replied.

Relief slowly settles over your body. At least it wasn't a nightmare nor a break-in that you initially felt. It was only your girlfriend who had been desperately needy, wanting your assistance even in your sleepy state. She smelled slightly of sun and transportation, but her distinct scent remained.

Wanda tries to be quiet, yes you've heard of her whimpers and how she initially tried to stifle them. It wasn't fruitful at the end as your girlfriend kept moving her front against the slope of your ass. Moreso, the images of having you in the most sinful ways, being used to her own needs, flashed through her and made Wanda's eyes roll to the back of her head.

To be frank, you were still trying to snap out of your daze. Once you've gotten a semblance of decent consciousness, your muscles attempt to move, perhaps you should be of help right?

"Wanda, baby, tell me–”

But the heel of Wanda's palm was firm and insistent on your lower back begs to disagree – roaming and scratching her nails to the side of your hips, then to your breasts again, like a warning. She wants you as it is. Although, you can’t help but wonder what had your lover all riled up, enough to have you while asleep. Was it the stress under work?

"You feel so good against me, darling." Wanda uttered all velvety that you almost forgot what you were protesting for.

You find your cheeks roughly pushed on the pillow, left with no choice but to take it. Wanda’s scent draws you in like sweet lullaby, the fig and the musk, even the arousal that awaits her undoing. You take deep breaths, all no longer out of surprise, but rather in familiar adoration of the woman – all while she has you pinned down.

"I want to help!" Your voice embarrassingly cracked as you begged.

"D-Do you now? That's rich coming from you." Wanda's ragged and condescending tone sent a delicious shiver up to your spine. She adjusts, head tilted near your head's side to capture your earlobe with her teeth. "You teased me for how many days. Acted like a real brat when all I did was compromise with you. Remember that?" Displease fills her tone, Wanda’s other hand came to push your head to bury you further against the pillow.

It doesn't alleviate the ache and burning that rattled in your body now with how you can practically feel your lover’s nipples grazing hard against your back as Wanda rubs herself needily, unabashed force against you. A blurb of incoherent sounds tumbled out of your mouth, helpless and quite literally bent at Wanda's will.

“I’m really, really sorry!” She knows it was an attempt to make amends. Wanda let out a saccharine chuckle.

Despite her cold demeanor, it only amplified the warmth that soon swallowed the room.

You raised your hips up to aid in her languid grinding on top of you. Miraculously, a positive light comes in. Your efforts seemingly were not about to go to waste, as Wanda was pleased by how willing you are so far that she considered your offer.

"You can turn around for me and stay still. How about that?"

"Yes, I-I can do that! A-anything to help..."

"Good. Thought your pretty mouth was going to say something stupid. like, defying my instructions." You whimpered at Wanda's cynical tone and her harsh turnover grasp over your body as she detaches herself, breathing unevenly. "You're surely familiar with that, aren't you?" Wanda sneered and grabbed you by the cheek, making you look dumb as a fish out of water.

Her fading auburn hair curtained as she hovered beneath you. Wanda’s usual green eyes were almost unrecognizable as her pupils dilated, swarmed by pure unadulterated craving and lust. You whimpered, hopeless.

“What can I do, Wanda?” You were all red and pathetic.

Wanda loved this side of you.

“Funny that you ask now.” She husked out, sloppy kisses placed underneath your jaw. Your toes curled at the sensation. "What's the right title you should use to address me with?"

"Mommy?"

Wanda’s grip now set to pin you again, this time by the wrists placed above your head. Her cunt clenched upon the title that was all familiar and pretty coming out of you.

"Do I hear an answer or a question? Darling, I haven't even fucked you dumb yet."

"No. I'm sorry, Mommy."

A wide knowing grin set on Wanda’s features as she rose up. You can’t help but stare, enchanted by the sight of her. Your lover still wore her work slacks and dress shirt, albeit unbuttoned, making wanda look so effortlessly beautiful even in mess. It worsened the state of your dried up throat that was captivated. Wanda made you hungry for her and she knew it.

All of this just for you to grow wet.

To be complacent was the most you can do after adding to her stress. The price you were paying for came in full stop onto your mind. Recently, you almost walked in topless while she was at a zoom meeting. What were you thinking? Dumb pretty thing. Wanda was infuriated. It didn’t matter if it was accidental on your end – amongst all the other stunts you’ve been pulling.

A slew of moans rang soundly in your ears. Your shared bed was disturbed, shaking lightly. The close proximity did not help your libido that soon spiked, along with Wanda's continuous grinding over the slope of your ass.

Wanda was thrilled with your regret and submission. She slaps your thigh, "Now bring this up for me because I'll be riding you. All you have to do is to not touch – but keep your eyes on me. Is that clear?" She cocked an eyebrow to which you furiously nodded at.

"Crystal, Mommy."

Wanda’s eyes gleamed with mirth. She grinded against you again, wantonly with no shame against your own sweatpant covered thigh. Your wrists still pinned up for good measure as she rocked herself back and forth, absorbing how the wetness provided lubrication to the gnawing burn of pleasure that ebbed as friction of the lightweight fabric did its thing to her core.

Her hips were languid and hypnotizing at each rocking. Soon you were moaning low with Wanda, contrasting your sound with her loud erupting ones.

Her dripping cunt clung and sucked the fabric of the apex material of her slack against your cotton bottoms. Wanda thought for a second maybe she should have ordered you to wear jeans for this session, the rough texture could’ve spurred her further and faster to orgasm.

“Mommy, you look so good..”

You helplessly ogled her writhing state as she used your body for her own needs. It was exhilarating to witness how determined Wanda was. She did not hold back with her lewd expressions and movement that barely faltered.

“Y-yeah? Wish you could touch me now, don’t you?” She taunted you with gritted teeth.

“Yes,” You whisper, defeated.

You can’t even squirm as Wanda used you like an instrument for her own playing. And sly as ever, Wanda made sure her knee slotted to your pussy, albeit, it did not lead to anything further than mere accidental bumps.

"Fuuuck, fuck!" Wanda's uneven breathing and eyes rolling back hard with sclera visible, indicated one thing. her panties, slacks and your own sweatpants now soiled with her arousal, she kept going in a faster manner. "So so sooo good! And you don't even have to do anything. Just gonna use you like this, darling. Until I fall apart," Wanda mindlessly uttered and moaned, her accent slipping as she rubbed herself with much force.

She started to unbutton her dress shirt in a frantic manner, almost ripping them off, all to cup and squeeze her own breasts while she rocks on your thigh that she felt contract and tense.

"Mommy, please...."

Wanda groaned, her tummy warmed up and stirred a new sensation over her as she picked up your words crystal clear. She doesn't halt, only slithers her soft hands under your tracheal region. Like a good girl on autopilot and pure desperation, your hands stay as they were, only arching your neck back to accommodate the hold Wanda has on them.

“Darling, oh god… I-It’s so good!”

She gives your neck a firm squeeze as she cums – your eyes flit to her core that was beyond damp – but so was the cotton material of your sweatpants. Your own pussy began to clench onto practically nothing, as Wanda cried as she fell apart in your thighs, slowing down her movements, dragging it all out.

Oh it was good, alright. Even the scent of her arousal lingered deliciously on your senses.

Wanda was dripping now over you. It was sticky yet satisfying on her end. As she was pleased, yours were aching and begging to be stimulated. Not even touched, you just needed something to ease the emptiness or else you'll lose it. All while your lover was enthralled by the whole sight of you being at the edge of her conniving revenge for tonight.

“Now let this be a lesson.” She grinned deviously, standing up on her feet. She started to undress from her work clothes. It was jarring for you how Wanda did all that – as though nothing erotic and mind blowing had occurred. “Also, no cumming for a while. Trust me, Mommy will find out.”

You squirm with your legs tightly crossed upon Wanda’s sternness, all authoritative. A pathetic groan comes out again of your pretty mouth, no promise of alleviation to come for tonight’s little show.

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am-i-the-asshole-official · 3 months

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Am I the Asshole for taking my SIL to an anime convention?

My (42M) SIL (29F) has autism and was living with my MIL until she suddenly passed away from heart failure back in 2022. My wife (40F) and I both knew SIL likes to cosplay and go to conventions. Figuring that’s something she and MIL did together, I decided to tell her I want to take her to an anime convention the following year. We chose one that worked out for all of us, timeline wise, along with the costs of transportation, hotel, etc.

Now, this may be a controversial opinion, but I hate anime; nearly all of it is hypersexualized (aside from one, which I’ll get into in a moment). It makes me cringe that my oldest daughter (13F) loves anime, and that that’s all she ever wants to watch. Personally, I feel she’s getting too old for cartoons, but since I also have two younger children, I let it slide.

Prior to actually leaving for con, SIL had sent emails of videos and blogs all about attending anime conventions. Clearly eager to prepare us. She also had outbursts over all sorts of things and lashed out at us on multiple occasions; her emails were often filled with negativity, and simmering rage. In between all of this, we had her relocate to an apartment closer to us.

Anyway, SIL, my daughter, and I go to the airport, we get to the hotel and check-in. We explored the city for a few hours. Now, before all of this, SIL claims she has a “low heat tolerance”, and complained the entire time whenever we walked from Point A to Point B; yes, the city the con was at has good transit and yes I insisted we walk anyway. It’s good exercise! This led to her throwing a fit when we reached a museum I really wanted to check out. We took an Uber back to the hotel and I don’t hear from her again until the next day when we met up to have lunch.

She’s cosplaying a character I don’t recognize and doesn’t tell me anything about them when I asked; it was clearly supposed to be a boy character, though.

Next day, I got a text from SIL; she unexpectedly got her period. Great. Since she asked, I run and get her some pads, only to have to wait an hour in line. Also great. She’s cosplaying another character I don’t recognize. Some magical creature or a doll of some kind. Anyway, us three go into one of the viewing rooms to screen this anime SIL was insistent on showing us. Some Sherlock thing. My daughter likes it, and I’ll admit, I enjoyed it too; I think it is very kid friendly.

Last day, once again, I don’t see or hear from SIL until we meet up in the hotel lobby waiting for our ride to the airport. Seems she had a good time though. She was dressed as one of the kids from that hero anime my daughter likes. She also bought my daughter an axolotl plush (her favorite animal). Going through security was hell; SIL had the nerve to have an attitude the whole time (again later claiming she was overheated and cranky from her period). After we got home she claimed she was never traveling anywhere with me again.

In the days following, she returned the luggage my wife had leant her, having booby trapped it with a photo with the glass broken. Then informs me that her account was overdrawn (I would have gladly paid for more than I did, if she hadn’t been so bitchy).

When we went to her apartment to discuss this, she made the same claims: that she was tired and cranky from the heat, made worse from her period, that I was stressing her out half the time, but that she was grateful despite that because when her mom died, anime conventions were the first thing she was ready to give up.

She also claimed the photo she broke was taken the same year she first attempted to take her own life, and that triggered a panic attack on top of the meltdown she had after returning home.

And the kicker: apparently her mother barely spent any time at conventions, and only sometimes tagged along because she “wanted a vacation”.

Now she claims that I -I repeat I- ruined that Sherlock anime for her. And now is planning to attend a few more cons…Alone.

So what say you? Am I the Asshole?

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole #suicide cw

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saintslewis · 3 months

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❝ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐃 | 𝐅𝟏 ❞

pairing: f1 grid (not all) x black fem driver!reader

summary: in which reader takes the f1 pilots to experience her culture and the beautiful country that is South Africa.

warnings: south african slang, cussing, social media environment, mentions of food, borderline chaotic

saint’s team radio 🎀: you have no idea how excited i was to write this. i love my country so so much and to be able to share it with all of you is a blessing. thank you @exotic-iris13 for requesting this! side note, December is in summer so i hope i don’t confuse you! enjoy!

please like, comment and reblog! (i’m watching you)

fc: @/mbbaarrhliii on ig!

tags: @non-stop-imagines @perfecttrashface @mauvecherie-writes @purplelewlew @arshiyuh @yeea-nah @alika-4466 @louvrepool @sheluvsf1

imessage: THE OFFICE 🏎️

y/n: i just got my braids done losers

charlie w a ferrari: but the season’s over, we won’t see it :(

carlito: plus didn’t you already have them done last month?

landinhoooo: no guys december braids usually mean a vacation, so where are you going? 🤨

y/n: firstly, you know wayyyy too much about the braids thing 😭

honey badger: that was oddly specific i have to say, lan

yukibae: yeah that was weird

landinhoooo: wtv 🙄 where are you going, y/n!

y/n: my mother is requesting the presence of all of you so you’re all coming back home with me 🤭

carlito: mi vida, wouldn’t that be too soon? winter break just started

kika’s bf: also how would it work? accommodation, transport, all those things

y/n: are you saying no to an african mother?

lew <3: guys say yes, she’ll show up to your house and force you

alexander!: not to mention it’s summer that side (she kidnapped one of my cats, say yes)

princess george: okay, let’s say we all go. what is going to happen?

y/n: i’m just saying, you haven’t lived if you haven’t never experienced a South African summer

mad max: I don’t know, y/n. just please don’t guilt trip us

mickey schumi: i can already feel her frown from here

y/n: i was going to pay for everything but since none of you want to go, i’m saving money 🤭

landinho: wait

kika’s bf: wait hold on

charlie w a ferrari: why didn’t you say so in the first place?!

honey badger: now that you’ll be our sugar mommy, ofc we’ll all be there

princess george: that clears out so much

y/n: you guys are a bunch of IDIOTS

alexander!: there has to be a catch???

landinho: ALEX SHUT UP WE’RE GOING ON A FREE TRIP

carlito: we’ll even dance to that one music playlist of yours

y/n: all of you have to wear my merch next season and you’ll let me win two races back to back

mad max: now y/n-

y/n: uh oh! looks like max is paying for everything!

charlie w a ferrari: JUST SAY YES

mad max: okay, you’ll win two races and i’ll slow down

princess george: i just did some quick research and y/n, you’re seen as a national treasure??? and lewis is considered Nelson Mandela’s grandchild??

y/n: well, yes! don’t question my country, okay? 🫶🏽

yukibae: yes ma’am 🫡

oscahhh: i went for a run, what did i miss??

landinho: we’re going on a trip and y/n is paying 😝

honey badger: except max, he’s paying for his own things

mad max: i’m not??

y/n: three races and i’ll get you a new console

kika’s bf: CAN I HAVE ONE??

landinho: NOOO I NEED ONE, PLS Y/N

y/n: we all earn millions every race??? get it yourself????

kika’s bf: i’m going to tell kika you’re bullying me

y/n: she’s coming on the trip too along with all the other wags 🤭

yukibae: and where’s YOUR wag, y/n? 🤨

y/n: yuki shhh pls i’ll literally buy you an island

charlie w a ferrari: NUH UH YUKI TELL US

landinho: yuki what do you know

princess george: whoever isn’t y/n’s wag, say so RN

everyone: NOT ME

lew <3: damn

landinho: I KNEW ITTTTTT

honey badger: IT ALL MAKES SENSE NOW AHHH

alexander!: I HAVE TO GO TELL LILY

oscahhh: have you guys never seen them interact in the media pen? it’s like they’ve been married for 27 years

logang: and how do YOU know that

oscahhh: mate, you told me

y/n: 🙄

y/n: go pack for this trip before i shave your eyebrows 🫶🏽

y/n’s instagram story

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“There’s no way you got cars for all of us.” George and everyone else really couldn’t believe that the lengths you went through to make this trip as perfect as you could. “Not to mention booking out the Four Seasons!” Carmen interjected, walking next to her boyfriend.

You watched as everyone filed into the Mercedes vans waiting for them on the airport runway where the large jet had landed. You couldn’t believe you got everyone to come to South Africa in the first place but guilt tripping them had worked a charm, complaining that you don’t have a home race and that your mom would be pissed.

Very easy to fool these guys.

The skies of Johannesburg weren’t all too clear but you could tell that it was summer. Deciding to rather catch up with everyone at the hotel a bit later, you used a private exit to the airport so that you could visit your mom and sister before anything else. Plus you knew a big deal would’ve been made if you had announced that you were coming home so posting will do for now.

“Bathong, where are your friends? I thought you’d all come here.” Your mother said whilst setting up the extremely long table in her backyard so you were sat on a pool chair just watching her.

bathong - more of an expression of confusion or shock

“It was going to look suspicious if i came here with all these people with the same vans following each other.” You replied. “I booked the Four Seasons, it should be big enough for all of us.”

“Oh okay, that’s fancy. So where’s your boyfriend?” Your mom asked with a grin on her face that earned a head shake from you.

“Ukuphi uLerai?” Where’s Lerai? (younger sister)

“Usaseskholeni. Unfuna ukuyomlanda?” Your mom replied. She’s still at school. Do you want to go fetch her?

“Yeah, i want to surprise her. So let me go and I’ll see you later when I drop her off.” You stood up, saying goodbyes to her as your mom went about what she doing.

Hopping in one of your various cars that you kept in your mother’s garages, you quickly texted your boyfriend when an idea popped in your head.

imessages!

y/n: do you want to cause a bit of chaos

lew <3: sigh

lew <3: what kind?

y/n: i’ll pick you up rn and we’re going to pick my sister up from school 😝

lew <3: should i be scared?

y/n: slightly, see you in a few 😚

To say you caused a bit of chaos would be an understatement. You hadn’t realised that your sister’s school was huge and this whole time, you forgot what you and your boyfriend did for a living. Picture this: a Lamborghini Urus parked outside where many high school kids are obsessed with it, you and Lewis stepping out to call your little sister, kids recognise you two, you apologise to your sister with ice cream.

You end the day off with lounging in the room with your boyfriend, laughing at the reactions of your fans to the news of you being in the country. You had planned this whole visit out, wanting everyone to get their rentals tomorrow morning then taking them everywhere.

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yourusername home 🇿🇦

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user there’s no fucking way, YOU’RE BACK??

yourusername and i’m with my FRIENDS 🤭

youryoungersister a facetime would be nice next time 🧍🏽‍♀️

yourusername well, no!

landonorris y/n, what is a kota?

yourusername if you’re up for it, we can get some today

georgerussell okay but what IS it

yourusername DON’T WORRY

georgerussell I’M WORRIED

carlossainz55 you didn’t say it was going to be this hot

charles_leclerc she warned us mate 😭

danielricciardo btw max is still hanging out with that cat he found at breakfast

lilymhe i’m obsessed with this place, i never want to leave

francisca.cgomes you’re still in the hotel room 🫤

alexandrasaintmleux i just googled gold reef city, CAN WE GOOO PLS

alex_albon WHATS THAT

loganseargent IT’S AN AMUSEMENT PARK

user i just drove in the four seasons driveway, guys there are so many cars lined up for them 😭

user she comes to the country when i decide to LEAVE??

dbngogo stfu you’re back? 🥹 come to Konka 🫵🏽

landonorris WHAT’S THAT

dbngogo it’s a nightclub 🤭

sza CAN I JOIN Y’ALL

yourusername ofc bae

lewishamilton there’s a flower bouquet that says Mandela’s grandchild for me 🧍‍♂️

user oh fuck he knows the joke

georgerussell told you

f1 y/n bring back our drivers 😣

yourusername bring back kyalami then we’ll talk

user oop-

SOWETO

south western township

Not wanting to waste any time, Y/n scooped up her friends to visit her hometown, where she grew up and dreamed of this very moment.

The convoy of extremely expensive cars that sped through the route to Soweto had caught the attention of many people, including the news that announced your arrival.

Briefing the boys (and the girls) on their menu choices of your favourite foods, they all equally decided that they’ll start training when they get back home. With the food place being right across a park with a large parking lot, it was convenient for you.

Being the host for this whole trip, you went ahead and ordered for everyone, speaking through the hole in the wall to specify orders and paying a hefty price including drinks. You watched as all your friends climbed out of their respective cars, leaning and sitting on the hoods of the cars as they all bonded. The vibrant atmosphere of your home country made everything feel like summertime.

Getting help carrying all that food to the group, everyone took their orders and observed them. “So, amagwinya are fat cakes, they’re very filling. A Kota is a uncut loaf of bread with stuff inside like hot chips, sausages and other things that you can specify for your Kota.” You explained, everyone immediately digging in and their faces said it all.

“And for you, Lew, you can have the fat cakes and the hot chips. I have to say, you’ll be full for the entire day.” You turned to your boyfriend who gave you a kiss before trying the food.

Later that day, dinner at your mother’s was a success, everyone finishing their plates and sharing different stories under the Johannesburg stars.

The next day was filled with fun activities, hitting up the amusement park Gold Reef City then late night karting, the friendship between everyone was growing as smiles never left their faces.

a week later

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yourusername south africa my baby, it’s been amazing 🇿🇦

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landonorris take me back (we’re checking out of Four Seasons)

danielricciardo and what about your gf that you met? 🤨

landonorris she’s coming to the next race 🫡

maxverstappen33 three wins and that’s it

yourusername do you want me to tell on you to my mom?

maxverstappen33 no 😨

charles_leclerc i need another kota

alexandrasaintmleux we’re actually shaking for one right now

yourusername askies 🤣 sorry

loganseargent never thought i’d ever be an avid lover of amapiano

user what multiverse are we in that Logan, the most american person to ever exist, is saying this

user it’s the South Africa effect baby 😝🇿🇦

lewishamilton can we come here every winter break?

carlossainz55 can we please? all my joy is at Gold Reef City

alex_albon i just want her mother’s cooking again, changed my life

f1 y/n, what did you do to our drivers

yourusername if you add kyalami to the calendar, you’ll know 😚

lilymhe someone gave me a painting of you and i will be hanging it in my home

francisca.cgomes to complete the shrine

landonorris to our Sugar Mother Y/n

yukitsunoda i got all the recipes, i’m ready

yourusername we need 20 kotas stat! 🫵🏽

oscarpiastri even your money looks so cool 😭

user if this is not the greatest representation of our country, i don’t know what it is

mercedesamgf1 can we join next time? 😔

yourusername no

tyla I LOVE YOU

yourusername I LOVE YOUUUU

saint’s notes: ahhhhhh hope y’all enjoyed! mwah 😝 i tried but it feels sorta rushed?? idk, let me know

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catt-leya · 11 months

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wicked || rick grimes x negan x fem!reader

Me: I've never written anything like this before...soooo it's a little experiment 💗

summary: negan has a crush on your boyfriend, so you decide to spice your sex life up...

warnings: claiming, dirty talk, sharing a girl, hints of male x male (nothing specific just some simping over rick) and my usual smutty stuff

As you've been doing for several weeks now, you wander around Alexandria with your lunch in your bowl, heading for a very specific building.

It has become a kind of routine that you actually wouldn't want to miss.

The sun warms your bare shoulders and your eyes roam over the place you call home.

A lot has changed since you first set foot behind the height walls.

So much.

And yet it feels like you've been here forever.

The people transporting crops to trade with other groups, the beautiful fields of flowers, and the couple kissing in the warmth of the sun.

Sighing contentedly, you continue on your way and descend the stairs to a cell.

Using the key you took from your house, you unlock the door and call out, "Hi there, I'm back," into the room.

There is a small window that barely lets in enough light to see the room as a whole, but it also makes it much cooler, and you step into the room to close the door behind you.

Immediately your eyes fall on the chair that's in the exact same spot you left it yesterday and your free hand slides over the grate on your right before you sit down on the chair facing the grate and a deep voice reaches your ear, "Shit, sweetie, I thought you weren't coming to see me today."

Grinning, you pull your legs up onto the seat and reach for the spoon in the bowl, "Did you miss me?"

In fact, you were actually scheduled to run errands outside today, but it was rescheduled on short notice and so now you can come visit him after all.

In the shadows of the cell, he slides closer to you, "Fuck yeah."

You laugh softly and he is now so close to the bars of the cell that you can make out his face.

Who would have thought you would get along so well with Negan?

You'd even say you were friends.

As you hear footsteps outside, your eyes dart nervously to the door and you hear your counterpart laugh harshly, "Ohho, is my little girl afraid that the big bad wolf is going to come get her and punish her for talking to someone else?"

Snorting, you roll your eyes and growl, "Not true at all."

Negan's eyes flash dangerously, "He doesn't want you to come visit me, right? After all, he barely comes down to see me himself."

The look he gives you makes you raise your eyebrows.

You've noticed it before, and every time you talk about Rick.

"You think about Rick a lot, huh?" you try to put it across teasingly, but when he flinches and growls, "You're just thinking about him. Especially since he's your lover."

He's got a point.

Rick is your boyfriend, but still, Negan seems to have a weird sort of obsession with Rick, and you bite your lower lip, "You sure we're not similar there?"

It's a little banter between friends and before Negan can say anything back, the door is yanked open and Rick comes marching in, "Love? You're down here again."

His body shields most of the light coming through the door and you have to blink a few times to get used to the new lighting conditions, "Yeah. Need me?"

Briefly, Rick's gaze darts to Negan's cell before he sighs, "I'd like to fix the railing behind our house and I could use your help."

Smiling, you stand up and set your bowl down on the chair before walking over to your boyfriend and giving him a quick kiss.

Rick's hands gently slide onto your butt and you turn to Negan to say goodbye, that's when you see the look he's giving you.

At first you think it's jealous of Rick that he can just touch your butt like that, but as you're about to tease him about it, you realize you're completely wrong.

He's staring at Rick.

Not because he's jealous of him.

No, he's jealous of you.

Shit, now you get it.

It makes sense.

Every time he asked about Rick.

Every time he sought Rick's proximity during the war.

Every ambiguous line was meant to be taken seriously.

Negan has a crush on Rick and the only thing that slips past your lips is, "Shit, we're actually alike. At least we have the same taste."

Immediately Negan jerks his head around and stares at you almost pleadingly as Rick asks harshly, "What are you talking about, love?"

Your eyes are glued to Negan and you can't suppress a wide grin at all, which only makes the man in the cell more panicked.

Negan doesn't want Rick to know.

He definitely doesn't want him to.

So you raise an eyebrow and murmur sugary-sweet, "We like the same kind of books."

You can literally see the tension drain from Negan's shoulders and he leans back.

In the end, he's kind of a friend of yours, and it's not your place to tell Rick that Negan has a crush on him.

Gently, Rick pulls you toward the exit, "Come on."

But you break away from him and as you reach for your bowl, you give Negan a quick wink before following Rick out.

In fact, maybe you should be upset that Negan has a crush on your boyfriend, but somehow you think it's cute and maybe you feel a little sorry for Negan because Rick just doesn't like him that way. He still just barely tolerates him.

The next day, you practically sprint to Negan's cell and when he sees you sigh, "Sweetie, don't ask."

Grinning, you stop, "I'm not asking you. I'm stating."

You lean against the bars, "You have a crush on my boyfriend."

Your grin widens even more, "Do you want to fuck him, or do you want him to fuck you?"

You tease him further, "I could describe to you what it's like to be taken by him."

Silently, the man in the cell stares at you and you tease further, "You know, Rick is not a gentle man. He can be caring, but never really gentle."

Negan's gaze is anything but impassive and you purr, "He's always beating himself into me. God, he fills me up so well. He's so heavy and hard inside me, I can hardly form another thought."

"Stop it," his voice is rough and a first response to your words.

Your gaze darts over him and you see his half-hard cock showing in his pants, "Does it turn you on?"

Negan avoids your gaze and murmurs again, "Stop it."

An idea comes to you.

It's whacky, but why wouldn't it work?

You bite your lower lip, "You want Rick to touch you? I could make it work."

Immediately Negan jerks his head up at you and the small hope in his gaze, makes you smile broadly again, "He won't jerk you off, but he'll talk to you and you'll be able to feel his hands on your body if you want him to."

So far, he hasn't confirmed with a word that he wants Rick.

Until now.

"How are you going to make that work. Rick's not into guys, or at least not into me, sweetie," he looks up at you and you let your hands slide over the bars, "You're fucking me."

Negan chokes on his own spit, "What?"

"Are you able to get hard so you can fuck me? Rick would be there the whole time. You can look at him, but you have to be able to stay hard inside me," the idea picks up steam in your head and Negan repeats, "Fuck, what are you talking about?"

Your gaze slides back to his crotch, "Rick always wanted to let another man fuck me while he watched. We just never got around to it. If you can fuck me, then I can get Rick to let you out of the cell for it."

He looks at you dumbly.

He stares at you.

You don't think he's going to answer anymore.

Then he says, "Yes."

A single word that changes so much and gets you hot right away.

Negan is a handsome man and with Rick's instructions, it's going to be a brilliant fuck.

"I'll get Rick," with those words you turn and leave Negan's cell.

As you open the proposal to Rick, the first thing he mumbles is, "Negan?"

You nod, "Yes. Why not? I'd feel better if it wasn't necessarily a friend here from Alexandria."

It's a bit of a lie, maybe, because you'd do it yourself with Daryl as long as Rick was around and he liked getting you laid, too.

Rick's beautiful blue eyes glisten in the light of the sun and his eyes slide over your body, "Don't let him cum inside you."

You nod and he grabs your chin, "He's not touching you and he's just fucking you. That's all. No kissing and not a word from him."

If only Rick knew that Negan wants to touch and kiss him and not you.

So you nod and he pulls you up on your toes to kiss you hard.

Even when Rick lets another man fuck you, he always makes it clear that you belong to him and no one else.

The fact is, you already know that no one will be able to fuck you like that.

Rick is one of a kind and he knows it.

With Rick in tow, you re-enter the anteroom of Negan's cell and immediately he looks up. Negan's eyes dart from you to Rick and back to you again, staying glued on you even as Rick walks to his cell door and unlocks it.

Negan doesn't budge and now stares at Rick, who asks surprisingly calmly, "You want to fuck her?"

You know full well he doesn't care much about your pussy, but as you expect, he nods and Rick takes a step back to give him enough room to squeeze past him.

With no cell between you, Negan stands in front of you at his full height and looks back at Rick.

Very close, your boyfriend stands in front of Negan and looks up at him.

Negan is taller than Rick.

Not by much, but enough that Rick has to turn his pretty blue eyes up a bit.

If you looked up that way, it would come across as submissive, but that's not the case with Rick at all.

The size difference doesn't matter at all because Rick radiates pure superiority.

Tensely, you look back and forth between the two men as Rick says again in that creepily calm tone of voice, "You don't touch her or speak a word to her and don’t even think about cumming inside of her. You just fuck her, understand?"

Again, Negan nods and Rick stops in front of him for a few more seconds, stabbing him with his gaze.

He's probably wondering why the usually articulate Negan is suddenly so unnaturally quiet and submissive.

Also, how would Rick know that it's the chance of a lifetime for Negan to finally have at least a part of Rick.

Then Rick nods too and turns to you, "Are you okay with this?"

Your heart is pounding to your throat, but you respond with, "Yes, Rick."

Without another word, he turns his back on both of you and walks to the small table in the corner of the room.

In that small moment when Rick turns his attention away from you, you look at Negan to read what he might be thinking.

But as you turn your eyes to him, you realize how idiotic the attempt is, because he's staring so openly at Rick that you briefly wonder how it could be that you never noticed it until now, and especially how it could be that Rick, hasn't noticed it until now.

The scraping of the table legs being dragged across the floor focuses your attention on the man with the blue eyes.

He pulls the table into the center of the room and then comes back toward you, pulling you against his chest.

His familiar warmth passes over to you and he leans in to kiss you softly on your slightly parted lips.

Rick always feels so good.

So incredibly good.

As he slowly but firmly leads you to the edge of the table and you whimper softly into the loving kiss as he lifts you by your hips onto the edge.

Immediately you open your legs for him and like the well-rehearsed team that you are, he gets between them and presses his crotch against yours.

Negan is forgotten for a brief moment, but then you get an idea.

In the end, you want him to like it, so you break away from Rick, breathing heavily, and reach for his belt.

Confused, he looks at you, "What are you doing?"

Under your lashes, you dare a shy glance at Negan, who stares at your hands as you undo Rick's belt, "May I?"

Now Rick looks even more confused, "Are you asking me if you can jerk me off?"

Lasciviously you look up at him, "Yes?"

A harsh laugh slips from his throat, "Love, you can jerk me off whenever you want and you know it."

Slowly, you undo the button of his pants and pull them down enough for you to pull his hardening cock out of his pants.

At the first contact with your hand, Rick flinches and braces himself next to you on the table.

With skillful movements, you run your hand along his cock and, breathing heavily, he presses his face against your neck, giving us the opportunity to look unhindered at Negan.

As you have already expected, his hard-on stands out in his pants and his eyes are literally glued to your hand.

Restlessly Negan steps from one leg to the other and when he finally looks you in the eye, Rick moans softly and you tell Negan to come a little closer.

Quietly Negan takes a small step toward you and Rick and still with his face buried against your neck Rick growls, "Oh fuck."

His thick cock twitches in your hand and he pushes his hips harder against you, but you let go, whereupon he jerks his head up.

His curls fly in every conceivable direction at the movement, and as he looks at you accusingly, you realize he's completely forgotten that Negan is still there, too, and your pussy is so fucking wet you desperately need a cock inside you.

Rick is generally a man who always cares more about your pleasure and satisfaction than his own, but right now his head seems to have completely shut off.

He stares at you like he's surprised to see you before shaking his head and muttering, "You're right. Sorry."

He slides his hands over your bare legs, which are not covered by your shorts, and you automatically spread your legs even wider for him, but he steps back, "Negan?"

Rick's accent is much wider than usual with arousal and as he pulls his pants up over his hard cock, Negan moves even closer.

Your boyfriend doesn't even bother to close his pants as he looks to the man in the background, "Come here."

You look to Negan as Rick grabs your neck and steps completely out of your legs and past the table to your right, pushing you back against the table in this way.

The surprised sound catches in your throat as he squeezes a little tighter, watching Negan move to stand in his place between your legs.

Your eyes dart back and forth from the man behind you and in front of you, and suddenly you feel hot.

In Rick's eyes you can see that he's going to go through with it, and up until this point you didn't really believe it was going to happen.

But as Rick walks past you again on the other side and sets your legs up to pull your pants off along with your panties, you know that Negan is going to fuck you and Rick is going to stand there and watch him do it.

Rick's warm palm slides over your bare hip and you feel so exposed you try to squeeze your legs together, but Rick reads your body faster and grabs your knees.

Gripping the edge of the table with your sweaty hands, you don't resist as Rick steps behind you again and leans forward a bit to pull your knees toward him and press them against your chest.

Wide open you lie in front of the two men and as a slight breeze passes through the room you feel how wet you are already, even though hardly anything has happened.

You can imagine what the two men see just in front of them and how your pussy must glisten for them.

Because Rick has to bend so far forward, your nose is pressed against his chest when you try to look up, so you have no choice but to look between your wide spread legs at Negan, seeing Rick's beard in the corner of your eye.

Rick prepares you for Negan and then looks at him, "Go. Fuck my girlfriend. Her pussy is wet enough."

He talks like you're just a piece of meat to him and unfortunately for you, it turns you on and you start squirming in his grip.

"Take your fucking pants off and stuff her cunt," Rick's voice is low and Negan stands there completely frozen.

It's weird to see Negan like this, and as Negan moves even closer to you, you know why he's being so weird.

If he's screwing you, then he's forced to stand practically nose to nose with Rick.

There would be inches separating them.

You can feel both men on your body and it makes you way too weak.

Especially when Negan reaches into his pants and pulls his hard cock out of his pants.

Roughly, you groan at the sight and your pussy pulses around the yawning emptiness inside you.

Negan's cock is thick and rock hard.

You realize he's not hard because of you, but somehow it turns you on even more that Rick is turning him on and he's going to sink his cock inside you anyway.

As agreed, without saying a word or touching you, he puts his cock to your pussy and you whimper Rick's name.

"Shhh, I know love. Let him in," Rick's grip tightens as Negan pushes his tip inside you and you rebel with a moan.

Negan's eyes are dark and a rough growl comes from his throat.

He may want Rick, but your pussy must feel heavenly to him.

So good that he thrusts into you to the hilt and you moan hoarsely.

Sluggishly, you disengage your hands from the edge of the table and reach into Rick's shirt instead.

His scent fills your nose as Negan thrusts into you again and a soft "fuck" slips across his lips.

When Rick is probably sure you're going to stay down, he lets go of you and tugs your hands off his shirt, "Let go, love."

Groaning, you let go and tear your eyes open as he walks around you to stand next to Negan.

Immediately, he jerks his head around and you feel his cock twitch violently inside you as Rick puts a hand on his shoulder and whispers, "Harder."

You'd give a lot to know what Negan is thinking about at this moment.

Just as Rick has demanded of him, his thrusts become harder and more impatient.

He even slips in rhythm as Rick disappears behind him for a moment, only to reappear on the other side next to him and goes to your face again.

Slowly, he leans over you and places his lips on yours parted by moans, "You're doing good, love. So, so good."

Negan moans, "Oh shit" As Rick looks him in the eye while he kisses you and lets your hand move between your legs.

The thought that it's someone else's hand stroking your clit than the cock that's inside you makes you arch your back and because Rick's hand is way too close to Negan's cock, you both cum at the same time.

At the last second he pulls his cock out of you and his hot cum spurts onto your stomach.

It just rolls over you and you and Negan cum because of one and the same man.

Frantically you grab Rick's crotch with your head still somewhere else and howl, "Let me suck."

You barely catch Rick pressing his tip between your lips and you start sucking.

You suck as hard as you can while Negan's trembling body leans against yours and his cock rests heavily on your belly.

Hoarsely, Rick just keeps bringing out how beautiful you are and how good you are to him.

He approves every stroke of your lazy tongue and as he comes in your mouth you swallow it all, down to the last drop.

Rick's cum down your throat and Negan's spread across your belly.

It's so fucking wicked and yet you miss Negan's body as again he staggers and takes a few steps back.

Gratefully, you look at your boyfriend and he tilts his head, "I know why you wanted Negan."

You hear Negan take a frantic breath, but Rick's eyes are only on you as he mutters, "Don't think I don't notice when someone drives themselves to orgasm because of me."

Only now does he look at Negan, "And today, two people came because of me."

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Chapter Thirteen of I'm Sorry, Teenage Mutant What Now? is up! The gang journeys through the Hidden City to investigate the Battle Nexus. They journey through and investigate old memories on the way. Read it on ao3 or below the cut!

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"BARON DRAXUM!"

Everyone in the room winced, including Baron Draxum, who awoke with a start, sitting stark upright and snarling in response as he swayed.

"Jeez, Recruit... Love the enthusiasm, but tone it down a bit, maybe," Lieutenant bit out, rubbing his ears, still reeling from the volume of her wake-up call. Casey flushed just the tiniest bit.

"My apologies, sensei!" She cried, immediately falling into a bow, but privately she thought to herself it worked, didn't it? Nothing else that they had tried had even begun to stir the yokai, who they had found tied up and in an unconscious heap inside his own underground lab. They had arrived expecting to help transport the Hamato children to their main hideout, certain they would be, of course, apprehended neatly by Draxum by now... but evidently this was not the case.

"What in the world happened?" The Lieutenant voiced Casey's own thoughts aloud, holding his hands out exasperatedly. "You said you were going to get the Hamatos."

"Yes, well, things were a bit more complicated than I anticipated..." Draxum hissed, gritting his teeth.

"You said you could handle them on your own! We offered to send you back-up, but you didn't want to wait! Surely four children didn't overpower you--"

"They did not overpower me," Draxum snapped, turning to snarl as he dragged himself back up to his feet. "Some damned witch placed a protection spell on them," he seethed, absolutely bristling. "I can't touch them..." He grit his teeth. "... I will simply have to account for this in the future..."

Lieutenant and Brute seemed somewhat unimpressed, Cassandra noted, glancing at them from the corners of her eyes as the two exchanged looks.

"Yes, well," Lieutenant mused, his hands on his hips. "I'm sure there will be other opportunities to kidnap children in the future. However, the Dark Armor remains our priority. Come on. We've wasted enough time here, and we have a new lead to investigate..."

"Don't worry. You'll get 'em next time," Brute tried to encourage, patting Draxum's shoulders, to which he snarled and batted his hands away, grumbling to himself as he stalked off after them, discussing as they went.

Cassandra sighed softly, rolling her shoulders back and forth a few times before she trailed after her three superiors.

Yes.... The Dark Armor was the priority.

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The collective shriek of their group was cut off by a loud thud, immediately followed by a chorus of groans. Okay, so, travel by teleportation was... a little disorientating. The fact that most of them currently sucked at staying on their own two damn feet didn't help matters. Some more than others.

"Sorry!" Raph immediately bit out, wriggling from atop the heap, an awkward chuckle escaping him.

"Raph, my wonderful brother," Leo grit out. "You know I love you dearly. But I'm really gonna need you to stop knocking us all over like bowling pins."

"Well, look, you try walkin' around with a giant tail you ain't used to! It's not as easy as it looks!" He defended, throwing his hands up. "I'm doin' my best over here!"

"Whoa!" Mikey effectively ended their squabble with his gasp, sitting up quickly in order to give a wild gesture. "Guys, look!"

And damn. Whoa was right.

Raph was a New Yorker, so he wasn't easy to impress. He wasn't immediately awed by big, sprawling cityscapes or towering skyscrapers, but this place was... something else. It looked somewhere between an actual city and some sort of mystic ruin, residing as 'neither' and 'both' all at the same time. The buildings themselves seemed to grow from the stone landscape, curving and sliding to match the terrain. Glowing mushrooms, crystals, and occasionally the eyes of massive statues provided brightly colored lighting, leaving the various neon signs and backlit advertisements of the city seeming pale in comparison. Street vendors, kiosks, and tents lined the bustling streets, and each and every creature making up the massive crowds was something completely alien that Raph had never seen nor imagined before. Yokai, he thought to himself. That's what April said they were called.

Rather than sharp, straight lines and confident corners, this place seemed built from jagged outlines and curving bends, looping and winding around itself as if the entire city were hanging on, clinging to itself, holding hands, nestled in between the hulking forms of unmoving stone creatures that Raph was unsure how to categorize. He didn't feel confident saying that they weren't alive after the day they had had, despite their frozen forms and their dead, unseeing eyes.

"This must be the Hidden City," Mikey said, and Leo let out a low whistle as the five of them took in the view.

"Good job, little guy. Knew you could get us here," April hummed, giving the little yellow creature they had rescued a squeeze. His tail wagged wildly in reply, snuggling up in her embrace.

"Alright, now we just gotta get to the Battle Nexus from here," Leo said with a sigh, shifting his weight onto one leg, hand on his hip as he glanced over at the yellow critter. "Any idea where that is?"

The creature chirred in response, nodding excitedly and scrambling down from April's arms in order to lead the way. Leo grinned.

"Okay, I take back all my earlier doubts and hesitations. Bringing this guy with us was a great idea," Leo declared as the group set off.

Though the acquisition of weapons, all tucked or stowed away in backpacks or belt loops or pockets, had helped a bit, Raph had still been, admittedly, pretty nervous about entering the city, a pool of anxiety swirling around in his gut. Given the day they had had so far, he couldn't help but imagine a hoard of devious yokai dogpiling him and his siblings the moment they set foot into unknown territory. But, to his quiet surprise, no one spared them even a second glance, all seeming far too occupied with their own errands and lives to glance over at their ragtag group.

Somehow, this made Raph feel a bit better. For several reasons. He supposed that, at the very least, they didn't seem to be freaks here.

"Don't worry, Dad, we're on our way," Mikey chirped, and despite his current relief, Raph still couldn't quite understand how his little brother could be so cheerful. Mikey always amazed him with his emotional resilience. Wished he had some of that.

"Eugh, is he even gonna recognize us when we get there?" Leo said with a wince, wrinkling up his face a bit. "We look, uh... a little different than when he last saw us."

"I'm pretty sure he knows, Leo," Donnie remarked. "He's the one who put the bracelets on us in the first place. He knows."

Raph glanced dimly down at the little golden bracelet still encircling his wrist, the red gem now seeming a bit duller somehow, and he frowned. So this little trinket was mystic all along, huh? Now that he knew, it seemed stupidly obvious. He wondered anxiously if they still worked anymore, or if they were broken forever.

"No wonder he didn't want us to take these things off," Leo muttered, looking over his own, holding his arm up to examine it. "Jeez. I can't believe he kept this a secret from us. How did we not know?"

Mikey gave a thoughtful hum. "Do you guys remember when we were really little? Before we moved? And we used to pretend we were turtles all the time?"

"Somehow I don't think that was pretend, Mikey," Donnie said with a roll of his eyes.

"That's what I'm saying!" Mikey insisted. "But you guys do remember that, right? I just... I always thought that that was just us playing a game or something, but it must have been real! So we knew at some point!"

"And then we forgot..." Donnie mumbled, tilting his head to the side thoughtfully, already obviously doing calculations in his head.

"You guys were pretty weird when you first moved here," April remarked.

"Oh come on. How do you just forget that you're a turtle?" Leo argued, glancing over his shoulder at the others. "That seems like the kind of thing that'd stick with you."

"I dunno," Mikey shrugged. "But obviously we did!"

"You're not implyin' that Dad did somethin', are ya?" Raph questioned, narrowing his eyes, and Leo immediately huffed.

"No! Of course not!" He frowned. "It's just... I dunno. It's weird, is all. It's crazy to think about how much stuff that we just... forgot."

"Well, what do you remember?" Donnie nudged. "Like, from before the move."

"Not much," Leo admitted, scrunching up his nose. "Everything from back then is fuzzy. I don't even know where we moved from."

"I think..." Donnie hesitated a moment. "I think we moved from there."

"Where. The Hidden City?" Mikey questioned.

"No, no, back there. I mean. The sewer we were in before," Donnie pressed. "Didn't it seem... kind of familiar to you guys?"

"Well..." Raph frowned.

"Mikey! Wait!" Raph laughed, stumbling as he chased after his littlest brother. He still didn't walk with a terrible amount of grace, but he crawled like a madman, and Raph took great joy in chasing him around. Mikey did, too, giggling maniacally as he attempted to dodge the other.

Raph could feel, reaching back into the memory, that the bottoms of his feet were cold. The ground was hard beneath them, like stone. Like concrete. He remembered worrying about Mikey's knees. And, thinking back on it now, he swore he could almost hear the sound of running water in the background.

"I go’chyu!" Raph declared, grabbing Mikey, who squealed in response, wriggling against him.

Everything from back then was blurred; cobbled together like pieces of glass glued into a mosaic, appearing in his mind’s eye as a series of blotted, wrinkled images. Were they turtles or people back then? He wasn't sure. Where were they?

"I remember it was dark..." He said. "And cold a lot. The ground was stone or somethin.’"

"I remember that, too!" Mikey gasped.

"Whoa, wait!" Mikey squirmed his way out of Raph's arms again, attempting an escape, and a flare of panic flashed through him for a moment. He dove for Mikey for real this time, not playing anymore, grabbing his brother before he could get too far.

"We can't go that way, Mikey. Daddy said 's not safe yet," he explained when his brother whined in complaint, hoisting him back the way they came, his footsteps clumsy while trying to drag his brother along. "We gotta stay in these tunnels."

"And... I think I remember there being… tunnels," he continued. "Or somethin' like that. It was really big, wherever we were, but we could only go into certain places. And the rest was off-limits, ‘cause Dad said he hadn’t checked them all to make sure they were okay yet. I remember keepin' Mikey from wanderin' off."

"I remember tunnels!" Mikey exclaimed. "I remember yelling into them when we were little and listening to them echo. I remember doing it until Leo made me stop!"

"I don't remember that," Leo protested, crossing his arms.

"You did!" Mikey insisted. "You said I had to play something else because it was bothering Donnie."

"That would be in character for you," April remarked with a tiny grin.

"Sounds like sewers to me," Donnie said with a shrug.

"Maybe," Leo conceded. "But why the hell would Dad keep us in the sewers?"

"There’s probably limited options when your kids are literally part-turtle," Raph reasoned with a grumble.

"Yeah, but abandoned sewers?" Leo pressed. "Come on. Was that really the only choice? Couldn't he have just... kept us inside or something?"

"I don't think so," Donnie said, frowning a bit, shaking his head. Leo sighed.

"Why not?"

"Leo, Dad has one of these bracelets, too," Donnie said. "Remember?"

---

The rest of their journey through the Hidden City went about the same way. One of the boys would bring up some old memory, and they'd discuss for a while, before the conversation would peter out and they'd walk in silence for a bit before the cycle started all over again. April pointed out that they had all regularly chirped and clicked and made other odd noises when she had first met them, but eventually, they grew out of it (mostly.) Raph discussed his memories of watching his younger brothers when they were very little, waiting somewhere dark and quiet for their dad to get back from wherever he was going. Donnie and Leo both remembered sleeping together as toddlers, somewhere very small and curled up, like a nest of some kind, both agreeing that it didn't quite seem like a crib or a bed. Mikey mentioned how many times he got in trouble for painting or drawing on walls when they first moved into the apartment, and how much it had upset and confused him in the beginning-- was that because their dad hadn't bothered to correct the behavior when they lived in the sewers?

"When we first started swim team," Donnie mused, tilting his head back to stare up at the sky. "I remember sometimes, we would have contests with the other kids to see how long we could hold our breaths."

"I remember that," Leo agreed. "And we'd always win!"

"Yes, but..." Donnie hummed. "I think we probably could have won by a lot more if we wanted."

"What do you mean?" Raph questioned.

"Well," Donnie explained. "I recall, or, at least, I think I do, that… that when we first started partaking in those contests, it was... it was easy. Everyone else would have already come up to breathe, but I'd feel completely fine. I'd only come up because I had won and the contest was over. But after a while, people started being weird about it," he frowned. "To be fair, people were weird about a lot of things I did. And I will admit I didn’t always catch on, but I noticed this one,” he said, laughing dryly and giving a wave of his hands. “And at the time, I just wrote it off as one of many! Just another thing that I did that made me different from my peers. But I started coming up earlier so I'd be more... normal," he confessed. "And I'd pretend like I was out of breath when I wasn't, so people would stop looking at me like that. Or, well. People stopped looking at me like that for that particular reason. And I guess eventually I just... I got so used to pretending that it just became second nature, and I didn’t even realize I was pretending anymore."

Leo nodded slowly, looking thoughtful, his arms crossed over his chest. “Yeah… Yeah, that sounds… that sounds right, actually…”

"I remember thinking the same thing!" Raph exclaimed, his eyes wide at the realization. "Except I felt bad that all the other kids kept losin' so bad! I started pretendin' 'cause I didn't want everyone else to get discouraged, and I just did it for so long...!"

"But you're the best swimmer, Dee," Leo remarked, nudging his twin slightly with a tiny smile. "So I wouldn't be surprised if you can hold your breath the longest, too. I mean, christ, you literally have webbed fingers now."

April glanced down at her brother’s hands, noting quietly to herself that it was true. If she was being totally honest with herself, it was a bit alien to look at, so she drew her eyes back away after a moment.

"That does make sense," April hummed. "And it'd explain why you guys are so good at swim meets and stuff, too."

The other three paused, and Leo frowned a bit. "What do you mean?"

"Well, I mean. If you're turtles, then... obviously you're gonna be good at swimming," she reasoned with a shrug. "It makes sense. Of course you’re gonna win!"

"Mikey doesn't swim," Donnie pointed out.

"Maybe he's a different kind of turtle who doesn't swim?"

"A terrestrial turtle..." Donnie hummed, resting his chin in his hand, brows furrowed. "Maybe a box turtle or something..."

"You think I'm a box turtle?!" Mikey gasped, his eyes lighting up.

"But obviously the rest of you would be good at swimming if you're, like, aquatic," she continued. "So I'm not surprised you all always kicked so much butt at swim meets and stuff!"

"... Yeah. I guess so," Raph said, but he seemed kind of... dejected, almost. Like he was upset. The conversation shifted shortly after, focus shifting to Mikey’s new identity as a box turtle, but April's mind lingered.

Why did she feel like she had just said something wrong?

---

“This is the Battle Nexus?!"

Raph gawked slightly, suddenly feeling a lot less confident. He could feel the various winces and mumbles around him. "It's a goddamn fortress! We're never gettin' in there!"

"Oh, come on. What were you expecting? To just walk in?" Leo scoffed. "It's not that bad!"

"Not that bad?!" Raph squawked, turning to gesture wildly to the massive walls, the towering, heavily guarded entrances, the watch towers perched on nearly every corner... Christ, was that a blimp overhead!? "Are you crazy?! There’s no way!!!"

"Well, not with that attitude," Leo said, crossing his arms over his chest.

"Yeah! We're basically ninjas, Raph, we got this!" Mikey cheered, ever optimistic.

"We’re not ninjas, Mikey. And there's no way in hell we're sneakin' in there. You two are out of your mind," Raph said with a scowl.

"We don't gotta sneak!" Leo insisted, waving away the other's concerns. "Don't worry! I'll talk us in there, no problem! Leon's got this. I'm an actor, remember? I just gotta charisma our way past one of those guards."

"You wanna talk your way in?" April questioned, raising a brow. "Leo, are you sure about this?"

"Of course I'm sure! This'll be a piece of cake. C'mon-- watch and be amazed!"

They were not amazed.

"Seriously, Leo?" Raph hissed, no more than five minutes later, the group slinking back into the same alley they had started from with a few new bumps and bruises and their metaphorical (literal?) tails between their legs. "Caravaggio? The awards show host? From the Bloodsporties?"

"I thought it'd work!" Leo cried, throwing up his hands. "Everyone likes to be flattered! People love it when you bring them awards!"

"Why do you need four assistants to drop off an award?" Donnie hissed.

"It's a very important award!" Leo insisted.

"That no one's ever heard of?!"

"Yet," Leo huffed. "Okay, look, it's fine. Leon's still got this. We just gotta switch over to plan B."

"Plan B had better not be at all similar to Plan A," Raph said, crossing his arms. "Or involve any of us being strong-armed off the premises by a massive yokai guard!"

"It won't, it won't, I promise!" Leo assured, getting to his feet again. "Okay. Watch and be amazed! Again!"

Leo shook out his limbs, straightening his posture, rolling his shoulders back, and setting his feet apart. And then, for just a moment, he was completely still. His chest didn't even twitch with a single breath. All at once, he inhaled sharply--

... And nothing happened.

"Wow. Amazing," Donnie said dryly.

"Well, just, gimme a minute! You're breaking my concentration!" Leo snapped, repeating the motion-- and then again, and then a few more times, until he was basically flailing in place, repeatedly thrashing in the same spot. "Come-- ON! Work already!"

"Leo, what the hell are you doin'?" Raph sighed. Leo groaned loudly in frustration.

"I am trying to use my mystic teleportation powers! Obviously!"

"Your what?" Donnie scoffed.

"I'm sorry, you mean the weird mystic things that we've been doin' completely against our will for the past two weeks and have absolutely zero control over? That one?" Raph grit out.

"Well, I'm starting to get the hang of the pattern..." Leo muttered.

"You've gotta be kiddin' me!!!"

"Well, maybe he can really do it!" Mikey chipped in with a bit of tentative encouragement.

"So, let me get this straight," Donnie said, rubbing his temples. "You are trying to teleport all six of us inside of the Battle Nexus... using your mind. Is that correct?"

Leo scowled. He shuffled his feet at the dirt, his lower lip poked out.

"It could happen," he huffed.

"You're an idiot."

"Leo, there's no way this is ever gonna work! We barely even know anything about these powers!" Raph insisted. "What if it's dangerous?!"

"I'm getting the hang of it!" Leo repeated. "I could do it! And how would you know, anyway? You don't even have any powers yet!"

"Guys!" April yelled over the chaos, and the rest of the group paused to glance over.

Scowling, she gestured wildly to the little yellow yokai creature that had led him here.

Oh, right. The one who teleported.

There was a long beat of silence.

"Yeah, that's probably a better plan," Leo reluctantly conceded, though he was still pouting.

"Thank you," April said, scooping the yokai up, who purred and waved his tail, seemingly happy to help. "Okay, come on guys, huddle up. And try not to fall over this time!"

The whole group obeyed, scrunching up around each other and grabbing onto various hands and elbows to make sure everyone would make it to where they needed to go. But something Leo had said nagged at the edges of Raph's mind, gnawing at him even as a bright flash of cyan light overtook them, the world going out from under their feet as they teleported once again.

Why didn't he have any powers yet?

---

Donatello wasn’t exactly sure what he was expecting the inside of the Battle Nexus to look like, but it wasn’t ‘literal sports stadium.’

Though they stumbled a bit, they all managed to keep their footing this time once they teleported inside the halls of the Battle Nexus, thankfully in a quiet, unoccupied corner just outside of a stairwell. Perhaps it had been naive of him, but he hadn’t expected the inside of this place to so closely resemble the inside of a modern football arena.

“Nice job, little guy,” April whispered to the little yellow yokai, who looked just a bit more tired than he had before, Donnie noted, panting softly. “We’ll take it from here. You rest,” she instructed gently, tucking the critter into her jacket.

“Anyone have any idea where we’re going?” Leo questioned, looking around suspiciously.

“No,” Raph admitted. “But everyone stick close. And… act casual. This place has gotta be crawling with yokai!” Donnie concurred; he could hear the roars of the crowd from here. “If we don’t call any attention to ourselves, we can just blend in. Dad has be around here somewhere.”

“You got it, bossman,” Leo hummed. “Come on. I think the main stadium is over there. Let’s check that out first and see what the deal is.”

Now, Donnie may be a theater kid, but he was not exactly an actor the way Leo was, (or claimed to be, anyway,) and so ‘acting casual’ was a bit of a demand. He was very focused on trying to make his body language ‘casual,’ in keeping his muscles untensed and his expression neutral, to the extent that he was not especially paying that much attention to their surroundings as the group trailed after Leo. He followed his siblings’ lead into the main seating area of the arena, adjusting the settings of his headphones slightly as they moved to join the edges of the crowd, hoping to keep out the excited screams of the fans.

As a result, he was a bit taken aback when he did look up to take in the scene of the ring below them.

And oh. Oh my god.

This really was fucking bloodsport, huh?

“Jesus christ--”

He was vaguely aware of Raph’s hand hurriedly slapping over Mikey’s eyes before he could get a good look at the scene not just in the battle ring below, but also projected onto the massive jumbotron, and the younger immediately gave a yelp of protest.

“Hey! Raph--”

“Mikey, I know that you don’t wanna be babied and you’re gonna complain, but I really need you to just trust your big brother on this one,” Raph hissed out, his voice tight. “Don’t. Look.”

April had her hands over her mouth, and Leo bristled, mumbling a few curses. Donnie really, really didn’t want to be watching this, but he couldn’t quite take his eyes away. There was a wet, crunching noise, so loud that they could hear it even from up here in the balconies (were they mic’ed up? Sweet baby Galileo--) and the entire party winced around him as the crowds roared in delight.

“What happened?!” Mikey cried from behind Raph’s hands.

“Donnie?” April said, glancing over at him.

He swallowed hard, his stomach flipping. No, no, no. Come on. Keep it together, Vomitello. Not the time, not the place, not at all casual…!

Leo, to his credit, caught on pretty quickly, paling a bit at the realization and jumping forward to bodily whip Donnie away from the scene, beginning to herd the group away.

“Okay, well, Dad’s definitely not down there!” He bit out with a nervous laugh. “Thank fucking god… Look. Obviously, we’re up super high. Let’s find the stairs, start heading down, and see if we find anything on the way,” he said hurriedly, not slowing his pace until they were basically back out where they started, in the near-abandoned outside hallways.

“Sounds like a plan,” Raph said, finally releasing his grip on Mikey’s head. “Uh. Don…?”

“I’m good,” he squeaked out, leaning over slightly, his hands on his knees as he coughed a few times. “All good, no problem…! Just… gimme a second…!”

“Donald,” Leo said through gritted teeth, clapping his hands together decisively. “I am literally begging you not to puke right now.”

“I am doing my best, thank you!” Donnie snapped in response, squeezing his eyes shut. “Oh my god, why was it so lumpy? It looked like cottage cheese!”

“What are you doing!? Stop thinking about it!” Leo cried.

“Think about something else instead! Like… the periodic table! You love that thing,” Mikey suggested brightly. “Like, uhhh, what’s the symbol for chlorine?”

“C-L,” Donnie bit out, flapping his hands a bit and letting out a slow breath through a clenched jaw. “Come on, Mikey, that’s way too easy.”

“Okay, uhhm, what’s the atomic number for iodine?”

“Fifty-three.”

“Yeah! And what’s the atomic mass of titanium?”

“Forty-seven-point-eight-six-seven.”

“Yep! And uranium?”

“Oh, uranium, my beloved, my white whale…! Two-hundred and thirty-eight-point-zero-two-eight-nine.”

“AHHH!” Mikey imitated a buzzer. “Wrong!”

Donnie’s head snapped up. “What?!”

“Just kidding!” Mikey chirped happily. “I don’t actually know the answer. You’re probably right.”

“Oh, you evil genius,” Donnie said, shaking his head. “I’m never helping you study for science class ever again.”

“Pshhhh, yeah you will. Plus you feel better now, don’t you?” Mikey pressed, grinning wide.

“Yes, okay, fine. I owe you one,” Donnie sighed deeply, offering just the smallest of smiles and rubbing the other’s head as though tousling hair, (not that he had any anymore. Ugh, don’t think about that, either,) eliciting a giggle from the other. At least the nausea had backed off now. “Okay. Come on. Leo’s right, shockingly enough. Let’s head downstairs and see if we can find anything.”

“Oh thank god,” Leo whispered, yanking the door to the stairwell open and gesturing to his siblings. “Okay, c’mon, let’s go! Vamanos!”

The trip down through the Battle Nexus was long and boring, but admittedly, calming. Donnie had always been a fan of repetitive actions, and so far, every new floor they investigated they found much of the same, not uncovering much save for more seating for screaming, cheering yokai along with the occasional food court or souvenir stand. Any guards they found they made sure to steer clear of, slowly working their way down through the stadium.

“This is going nowhere,” Raph hissed softly, leaning into Leo as they did a lap through yet another floor of stadium seating. Quite frankly, Donnie was beginning to wonder if all these floors were exactly the same. “Where the heck do you think they’re keepin’ Dad?”

“I don’t know! How would I know?” Leo questioned, bristling a bit.

“This was your plan!”

“Yeah, ‘cause no one else had a plan!” He bit back, scowling. “Look, we’ve just gotta… uh… we’ve gotta…” He looked around for a moment, floundering for just a second before he lit up, pointing.

“We’ve just gotta follow one of those guys!”

Everyone glanced over, and April frowned a bit.

“Follow one of the guards?”

“Yeah!” Leo nodded excitedly. “Look, if anyone’s gonna know how to get into the secret, spooky parts of the Nexus, it’ll be an employee! There’s no way Dad’s just in the stands somewhere or in any of the other public bits of this place. And we’re just walking in circles.” He said with a roll of his wrist. “But I bet if we tail one of those dudes, they’ll lead us straight to him! We just gotta be sneaky.”

“He does have a pretty good point,” Mikey reasoned.

“I dunno. It seems kinda dangerous,” April said, raising a brow.

“Yeah, but we don’t have any other ideas…” Raph said, crossing his arms over his chest.

The three of them glanced over at Donnie, and he sighed, tilting his head back and forth for a moment to do some rapid calculations.

“I do agree that the risk associated with this plan of action is… significant,” he said, frowning a bit. “Butttttt… just wandering around aimlessly isn’t going to get us anywhere. Following someone has a much higher probability of success.”

“That sounds good enough to me!” Raph said, giving a nod. “Alright. Let’s do this then. Everyone’s just gotta be ninja-level sneaky. Got it?”

“Got it,” the group agreed, giving a nod.

Would this go horribly wrong? Only one way to find out.

Finding their target was easy enough. This place was crawling with guards, quite frankly, they just had to pick one. After rejecting the first few targets, as they were all rather beefy, they settled on a slightly smaller, less-deadly-looking Nexus employee to follow.

“Okay,” Leo said. “We’ve just gotta tail him for a while and see where he goes. Everyone stick close, and be quiet.”

“Obviously! You don’t have to tell us to be quiet!” Donnie hissed back.

“Both of you shut up!” Raph whispered. “Look, come on, pay attention! He’s on the move. Mad Dogz, roll out! We can’t lose this guy.”

Donnie huffed and grumbled a bit, resisting the urge to hipcheck Leo as the group began picking their way through the halls, taking care to stick to the shadows. At first, Donnie thought that this was just another waste of their time, and they would end up doing even more laps around the stadium. He dared to get his hopes up, however, when the fox-like yokai paused in front of an unassuming wall. It looked about the same as any other portion of wall in this place, but once the Yokai placed his hand (paw?) to it, it lit up white, and suddenly, there was a door that wasn’t there before.

“Whoa! Lookit that!” Mikey gasped.

“We’re all already looking at it, Mikey, be quiet,” Donnie hissed.

“What’d Raph say!? Shut it! And come on! Quick and quiet, before the door closes!” Raph whispered with a hurried wave of his arm, and the five took off, closing the gap between themselves and the guard in order to slip inside the secret panel, quiet as ninjas-- just like Dad taught them. Even April was surprisingly quiet, and Donnie was privately impressed. It took them years of lessons with their dad (and ill-advised shenanigans that they wished not to face consequences for,) to get this good at sneaking.

All five of them made it in, and the guard was already halfway down the hall by the time they joined them, seemingly none the wiser. Donnie didn’t make a sound, but silently, he fucking whooped and cheered. Yes!!! He had been really fifty-fifty on whether or not this was going to work out.

At the end of the hall, the fox guard clicked a button on the wall, and about five seconds later, the wall opened up like an elevator.

The elevator had about eight other yokai inside. These yokai did not have their backs on them.

“HEY!” One of them immediately shouted, pointing at their group, as they had not yet managed to find a proper hiding space in the long, but sparse hallway. Every single other yokai snapped around to look at them. “What’re you doing in here!? This is employees only!”

Fuck.

“Uhhh…” A pained smile spread on Leo’s face. “We’re looking for the bathroom?”

“Sure,” the fox scoffed, turning to face them properly now, beginning to make his way back down the short hall to meet them. “Alright, lemme see your tickets. I’ll escort you back to your seats.”

“Our tickets? Uhhh… Sure…” Raph spluttered for a moment, laughing nervously. “Let’s see, uh, where did we put--”

April yanked her club from her backpack and promptly slammed it into the yokai’s head with a loud thunk.

“APRIL!” Raph screamed, jumping in surprise. “What the hell!?”

“Well, there’s nowhere to run!” She shouted in response, and, ah, welp, there she went. Full charge ahead, then? “Come on, we gotta get into that elevator!”

Donnie sighed deeply. Well, he had predicted fifty-fifty.

He set his jaw, rolling his shoulders a few times before whipping his bo staff from his back. “Alright, well. Here we go.”

“COWABUNGA!” Raph shouted as he charged forward, and Donnie resisted the urge to roll his eyes. They were gonna have to work on battle formations and plans later.

But he was prepared this time. He wasn’t gonna freeze up and back down.

Yes, this was a fight. An actual, for real fight, which he had never been in before! But he hadn’t trained for nothing.

He got this. They’d be fine. They got this.

Leo laughed, sliding forward with quick, practiced ease, his odachi flashing forward to smack the blunt of the blade against the ankles of the nearest yokai and send them tumbling to the ground while he darted past them. April was right on his tail, beaning anyone who got too close and following her younger brother’s lead. “Come on, guys, keep up!”

“Right behind yah!” Mikey cheered, both him and Raph rushing forward at a matching pace. Despite the size difference, the two easily kept up with one another. Where Raph elbowed his opponents out of the way, clearing himself a path by bodily throwing their enemies to the side, Mikey darted and danced his way around them, a zig-zagged ballet to Raph’s straight, unyielding path. He whooped loudly as he went, always just out of reach with each step.

“Hot Soup!” Donnie noted their eldest brother howled out another battle cry (wasn’t that copyrighted?) Mikey’s kusari-fundo whipped about to fling him forward, tackling the largest of the guards to the ground and sending them both tumbling down the hall.

Like… Both of them tumbling.

Also, Mikey was in the mix too, still attached by the chains of his kusari-fundo.

Well, at least it was still forward momentum!

Donnie inhaled deeply, his muscles coiling.

Couldn’t get left behind.

He darted down the hallway, jumping over and dodging around anyone already on the ground. At one point, a hand flashed out, grabbing at his ankle, and Donnie bit out a series of curses. He wrenched himself out of their grip, stumbling slightly, and nearly ran straight into one of the other (quite large) yokai in the hallway. A rapid equation darted through his head, however, and he just barely managed to correct his footing at the last second, turning sharply on his heel to transfer the momentum into his staff. The weapon curled around to slam into the guard with a heavy, satisfying thawk, sending them sprawling to the ground, and the entire hallway shuddered at the impact.

Well, that was a close one. He hopped over their fallen form and surged ahead, reaching down to grab Mikey’s hand as he went, dragging both him and Raph to their feet behind him, “Come on!”

The two found their footing quickly with the assist, falling back into a sprint-- smacking and dodging enemies as they went with about a seventy-five-percent success rate. Jesus, had this hallway always been this long? It felt like it was taking a stupid amount of time to get to the other end of it! Out of the very corners of his eyes, Donnie just barely spotted one of the larger guards rising back up to their feet, lunging at him from behind-- only for a neon green club to come whipping out of nowhere at the very last second, colliding with the side of his assailant’s head and throwing him right back to the ground.

“Hey! Only I get to hit my little brothers!” April shrieked, her face set in a furious scowl. The guard, a huge, stocky, lion-like creature snarled in reply, lashing out with his legs to send her sprawling to the floor with a yelp.

“Oh, you did not just do that to our friend!” Mikey snapped, flashing forward to stand protectively in front of their sister, his kusari-fundo whizzing around them, filling the air with a barely-there whine. “Back off!”

He lashed out with the weapon, his arm whipping forward with the movement-- only to blink in surprise when physics failed to behave as expected. Which, uh, was pretty unusual for physics. Physics were typically pretty reliable. But the weight at the end of his weapon spun wildly in place, suspended in air for several long seconds, before it promptly lit up in a blazing flame.

“Ooh!” Mikey shrieked in delight. “Magic weapon! Guys, loo-- ACK!”

And there they were, Donnie thought dimly to himself.

The uncontrolled variables.

Donnie gasped, immediately ducking down and covering his head as his brother flew about the room like a deranged bird, still hanging onto his (seemingly demonic) mystic weapon. He all but pinballed off the walls, screaming the whole time. The lion just barely managed to leap out of the way before Mikey crashed into the wall, flopping down with a small squeak on impact, luckily seeming shaken but not injured.

“WHOA! Mikey! That was awesome!” Raph gaped, his eyes widening. “Dude, how did you do that?!”

“I dunno!” Mikey said, stumbling to his feet and kind of wavering a bit with dizziness. “I was just swinging my weapon around and it just-- did it!”

“Let me try!” Raph said, shaking his tonfas about like they were goddamn maracas. “Come on, magic weapon, magic weapon, magic weapon-- OOH!” He yelped in surprise as one of the remaining guards crashed into him, snarling as they all but whipped him from his feet. But Raph held his ground. “Okay, alright-- magic weapon tests later! Fight now!”

“Can’t wait to see what mine does!” Leo laughed as he leaped over the group, diving towards an oncoming yokai. He swung his blade forward, slicing through the air with a loud crackle of near-electric energy--

A bright blue circle of mystic energy promptly opened up beneath Leo, and he yelped in surprise as he went plunging downward.

And downward.

“Hm,” Donnie remarked. “I guess he can teleport.”

“GET! ME! OFF! THIS! RIDE!” Leo howled, flailing as he plummeted endlessly through the two parallel portals he had sliced through reality, one below his feet and the other up above his head, only picking up the pace the longer he fell.

Donnie sighed loudly. He was sure someone else would get him. Eventually. In the meantime, someone was gonna have to take care of the remaining yokai guards. Luckily, this one was suitably distracted by his twin brother’s infinite falling.

“And that’s why I like fighting the old-fashioned way,” Donnie hummed, slipping past the yokai’s side and into his blind spot, watching their eyes widen in surprise as he jabbed sharply at them with his bo staff. They were just barely able to dodge out of the way of Donnie’s attacks. “Though the portal does make for some quality entertainment, I must admit--”

They jumped out of Donnie’s range, swiping forward with a clawed arm, and Donnie’s body immediately, instinctively moved in response, his bo staff flashing upward to block the move and force them off-kilter. He hardly even had to think. His body already knew what to do when he needed it.

It’s just like a tournament. No different from a tournament. You’ve won thousands of fights. This is exactly the same thing. Just keep your head, do the math-- You’re good at this, remember?

Bouncing off the yokai’s arm, Donnie’s staff whipped back around to ricochet into the side of their head, earning him a frustrated and perhaps pained snarl in response. See? Donnie grinned, just for a second, ducking easily out of the way of the guard’s counterattack and leaping to the side, finding himself the space once more to adjust his stance and run rapid calculations. Numbers danced in front of his eyes, and he quickly zeroed in on the equation with the best probability of success, building his plan of action around that.

The yokai snarled, leaping after him-- exactly as he expected. Donnie’s entire body instantly snapped downward and out of their path in response, ducking away from their attack. At the same time, they pitched themselves to the left, whipping their bo staff around as they went to find their mark. The guard made a short, strangled noise of surprise as the weapon collided with their throat, sending them reeling in the opposite direction. They were almost immediately on their knees, choking and spluttering as Donnie darted away, just the tiniest bit breathless as he went.

“Just like I planned it--!” He had laughed, quietly delighted that it had, in fact, gone the way he planned it, and why had he been worried? He could do this, he knew how to do this!-- when his youngest sibling went flying into his side with a yelp.

The pair of them tumbled across the hallway before slamming into the wall, bringing their unexpected trip to a sudden and grinding halt. Donnie groaned softly, wincing as he slowly forced himself back up, stars all but dancing in front of his eyes, Mikey flopped over beside him and seeming just as dazed. Ow. Okay. That hadn’t been in his calculations.

He just barely caught sight of the lion yokai diving for them, catching on about half a second before the attack landed.

He didn’t run any numbers this time. He didn’t have the chance.

His muscles moved quicker than even his brain could, throwing himself bodily over top of his baby brother to shield him from the coming impact.

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How they see you in Lingerie

Sakuna would be a mix of intrigued and amused by you trying on lingerie. He would likely have a playful smirk on his face and tease that lace right off with some flirtatious remarks. His thoughts would be racing with a combination of mischief and appreciation for the literal artwork that was you.🩷🔥

Toji would likely have a strong reaction to you trying on lingerie. He would captivated by your beauty and feel a surge of desire, but his reserved nature could also make him feel conflicted. It would intensify his attraction to you, and create a tension with every glance, touch, and thought of you. You would destroy his peace😈❤️🔥

Gojo would be taken aback by your boldness and beauty in lingerie. His eyes would widen, and a mischievous smile would play on his lips. He'd let out a low whistle, unable to hide his “appreciation”. "Well, well, well... You certainly know how to make an entrance. You're absolutely breathtaking," he'd say, his voice filled with a mix of desire and hunger.💎🔥

Geto would be beside himself to you trying on lingerie. He would be captivated by you and feel a strong surge of desire, and his possessive nature is eating him alive, not wanting anyone to see the literal masterpiece that is you. His obsession and need for you had heighten the deep tension between you.✨🔥

Nanami would probably have a very composed and professional reaction to you trying on lingerie. He would maintain his calm demeanor and offer a polite compliment, acknowledging your unique beauty while also maintaining a respectful distance. His response would be something like, "You look quite elegant and alluring in that, though I must remind you to prioritize professionalism in our interactions." But on the inside he’s sliding down the wall throwing up, because how bad he needs you😈👀

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Tainted Melody {Alastor x Reader} CH 2

Prologue | Chapter 1 | Chapter 2

Chapter 2: Starting Over

The morning light spilled through the windows casting the warmest glow over Charlie and her energetic Charlie. She was able to see the sun if she really tried and was able to brighten up the kitchen with just a smile alone. (Name) watched her interacting and laughing with her loved ones. It reminded her of home.

For (Name), the sight of Charlie and her companions stirred memories of a bygone era. A time when mornings were imbued with the simple joys of familial bonds and shared moments. She couldn't help but be transported back to her own childhood, where the kitchen served as the heart of the home, a place where laughter flowed freely and love knew no bounds.

(Name) could almost hear the echoes of her parents' voices, the clatter of utensils, and the aroma of freshly brewed coffee that permeated the air. It was a time of innocence and wonder, a time when the world seemed infinitely brighter and full of possibility.

As Alastor stood by (Name)'s side in the bustling kitchen, she was grateful for his presence around her. But, she didn’t want to stop him from having his own meal. Instead, she nudged her bowl of soup his way and motioned him to have a bite. The pair was just watching Charlie and her loved ones talk from afar.

As they watched Charlie and her father giggle amongst themselves. The genuine affection and camaraderie between the two left (Name) slightly jealous. It was endearing seeing them just interacting with one another. More so, seeing Lucifer talking to anyone in such a friendly tone. It didn’t make him seem like the King of Hell. Or, well the king of anything.

Her lips curved into a slight smile as she watched Alastor step away to the cabinet and pull another bowl to serve himself. He was never the sort for public displays of affection, another thing that didn’t change after almost a century. Something that would probably never change.

(Name)'s gaze remained fixed on her food as Lucifer approached, bearing a plate of fried bacon and eggs. She greeted him with a polite nod, her tone reserved yet cordial. "Hi? Do you need something?"

“Sooo, what’s the deal between you and our dear ol’ Al?” Lucifer’s probed, his jab towards Alastor didn’t go unnoticed as it ruffled her feathers slightly.

(Name) toyed with her food, a telltale sign of her annoyance as she braced herself for the inevitable question that would haunt her morning. "Your Highness, if you’re asking about our relationship. He’s my husband," she responded evenly, her voice betraying a hint of resignation.

Her words hung in the air, punctuated by the sound of Lucifer choking on his bacon. (Name) watched as he struggled to regain his composure, his surprise evident in the way his gaze snapped to Alastor. "Husband?" He exclaimed, his tone a mix of disbelief and genuine surprise. "You had a wife? Since when?"

Alastor, unfazed by Lucifer’s questions, made his way back to (Name), a mischievous twinkle in his eye. "Is that so surprising?" He inquired, a playful note in his voice, savoring the surprise that danced in Lucifer's eyes.

Lucifer, visibly dwarfed by Alastor's presence, looked up at him with a bemused expression. "I'm just surprised anyone would marry you," Lucifer quipped, a cheeky grin playing on his lips.

(Name), not one to let such remarks slide, felt a surge of irritation. Her wings flapped in annoyance without her realizing. "Aren’t you a charmer? " She retorted, her annoyance was laced in her every word.

“I mean-” Lucifer, seemingly undeterred, gestured towards Alastor's entire being, as if implying something about (Name)'s choice.

Before he could finish his sentence, Alastor interjected with a sharp retort. "Ha ha, fuck you."

(Name)'s patience wore thin as she redirected her attention to Alastor, her tone firm yet tinged with exasperation. "Luci, right? Kindly, shut up," She interjected. Her nickname for the king of hell made him raise a finger to object.

She pulled herself away from Charlie, her arms crossed, as she approached the trio.“What’s going on over here?” Her voice was stern and commanding as she glared at (Name).

(Name)'s eyes narrowed as she turned her attention back to Alastor, her demeanor cool and collected despite having Vaggie so close to her. "Just some friendly banter. Right, Darling?" She remarked, her tone masking the undercurrent of frustration that simmered beneath the surface.

Alastor's grin widened at (Name)'s words, his charismatic charm making butterflies flutter in her stomach. “Correct, Sunshine. Nothing but friendly conversation,”

Lucifer, sensing the shift in dynamics, rolled his eyes in mock exasperation as he returned his attention to his food. "Oh, nothing much. Just talking about Alastor’s lack of charm," He quipped, his tone dripping with sarcasm.

Alastor’s eye twitched slightly as (Name) shot Lucifer a glare. “Always so comical, Sir.”

Vaggie, ever the voice of reason, stepped between the two men, her stern gaze silencing the brewing tension. "Keep it civil, you two. I don’t want any fights in the morning," Her stern tone made (Name) narrow her eyes.

(Name) took a sip of her soup, her gaze lingering on Vaggie as she spoke. "I’m sure that’s something you know all too well," She remarked, a smirk playing at the corners of her lips.

Vaggie's fists clenched at her sides, her patience wearing thin as she met (Name)'s gaze head-on. "Excuse me? Do you have a problem?" She demanded, her voice tinged with frustration.

(Name) leaned back slightly as she straightened herself up. “A problem? Never,”

Sensing the escalating tension, Charlie intervened, her voice carrying a note of urgency. "Okay! That’s enough of that!" She pleaded, her discomfort evident in the way she hurried to diffuse the situation. (Name) made a mental note that Charlie isn’t the sort who likes conflict.

(Name)'s attention wandered as the tension in the kitchen gradually dissipated, replaced by the familiar rhythm of mealtime. She stole occasional glances at Alastor, her gaze lingering on the small antlers that adorned his head. It was a detail she hadn't noticed before, but now found endearing in its own right.

As she finally managed to finish her soup, despite the multiple interruptions, a new figure entered the kitchen, drawing her attention away from her thoughts.They seemed to look like a spider of sorts, that was her best guess with his two pairs of arms and the eight eyes on his face. His fur was already brushed for the day and unlike Charlie didn’t seem like she just got out of bed. However, his small spider eyes were barely open as he leaned against the counter.

"Well, well, what do we have here? Looks like the party's getting started without me," He declared with a playful twinkle in his eyes as he entered.

Vaggie greeted him with a shake of her head, her expression a mix of amusement and playful annoyance. "Speaking of trouble,"

"Hey Angel! You wanna take a seat?" Charlie offered, gesturing to the spare chair next to Vaggie.

Angel declined with a casual shake of his head, his attention drifting towards the oven filled with an array of tantalizing dishes. "I’m good, toots. So, whatcha talking about?" He inquired, his curiosity piqued as he surveyed the group.

Meanwhile, Lucifer, ever the instigator, seized the opportunity to tease Alastor, his eyes twinkling with mischief as he sought to stir the pot. "Join the fun, we were just discussing... uh, the joys of marriage," He quipped, a wicked glint dancing in his gaze.

Angel’s eyes lit up with a joy that (Name) didn’t think a sinner was capable of. Angel turned his attention to Charlie and Vaggie, his excitement brought a smile to (Name)’s lips. "Finally thinking of tying the knot. Fucking finally!"

“Uhh, sadly we’re just not there yet.” Charlie's nervous laughter filled the air as she quickly clarified the misunderstanding, gesturing towards Alastor and prompting Angel's eyes to widen in disbelief.

“ No fucking way. Mr. Fancy Talk Creepy Voice, over here is getting married?” Angel's grin stretched from ear to ear as Alastor seemed a little annoyed at his teasing. “Sooo, who’s the lucky girl?”

"My Effeminate Fellow, meet my wife, (Name)," Alastor’s confidence made her blush slightly as he gestured towards (Name), who offered a polite wave in response.

(Name) returned Angel's warm smile, though she couldn't shake the feeling of being scrutinized as he eyed her up and down. Her warmth faltered slightly, replaced by a subtle sense of unease at the intensity of his gaze. “It’s nice meeting you, Angel.”

Alastor, ever vigilant, moved to block Angel's view, his eyes narrowing as he sensed Angel’s eyes lingering for a little too long. "Well, color me surprised," Angel remarked, his tone tinged with amusement as he grabbed his plate and fork. “Who woulda thought that Smiles over here would ever tie the knot.”

“Right?” Lucifer agreed with a chuckle of his own.

Vaggie took the last bite of her salad. “It is a bit surprising,”

Tapping her chin in contemplation, she sought to dispel their surprise with a simple explanation. "I don’t really think it is. We got married a long time ago," About a century ago, (Name) thought to herself but kept those details to herself.

Her mind churned with unspoken questions about the nature of marriage in Hell. The notion of vows, traditionally binding until death, took on a different connotation in a realm where both she and Alastor were already deceased. Would those vows still carry any weight here? What were the rules around marriage here? Those questions were best kept to herself.

(Name) instinctively picked up her plate and Alastor's, carrying them over to the sink. She found it peculiar that Lucifer and Charlie seemed to manage without the assistance of maids or household help. In the world she knew, such tasks were typically delegated to servants, a norm especially prevalent among the nobility. Yet here, there were no signs of traditional staff attending to these menial chores. Lost in her contemplation, (Name)'s thoughts were interrupted by the unexpected presence of Angel by her side. He had an awfully amused expression on his face as he sipped on his drink.

Angel wore a suggestive look on his face as he thought of something to say. “So, toots. Does Smiles take care of you?” Angel's suggestive question didn't escape (Name)'s notice as he posed his question, his words laden with innuendo. Yet, the true nature of his question went over her head.

With a puzzled expression, (Name) turned to face Angel, her brow furrowed in confusion“What do you mean by that? Of course, he does.”

But Angel persisted, his demeanor taking on a playful yet probing quality as he continued to press the issue. His question struck a nerve, stirring a sense of unease within (Name). Why would Angel care if Alastor took care of her or not. "Like, does he take care of all your needs?" His question made (Name) slightly jump at how he said it.

(Name)'s laughter, though strained, betrayed her nervousness as she attempted to deflect Angel's line of questioning. "Are you asking me a lewd question, Angel?" She ventured, her smile faltering in the face of her growing unease.

Alastor's timely intervention provided (Name) with a sense of relief, his gentle nudge guiding her away from the uncomfortable exchange with Angel. “That’s enough of that, My Effeminate Fellow.” Alastor’s rescue was perfectly timed, she didn’t want to answer any of Angel’s lewd questions. But, there wasn’t anything to really mention.

“Aww, you’re no fun!”

Angel's laughter trailed behind them as they made their way back towards the main entrance, his playful banter was refreshing compared to someone like Adam. Despite feeling uncomfortable moments ago, (Name) felt herself smile as she walked next to Alastor.

Vaggie emerged shortly after, her expression grave as she left Charlie to enjoy some quality time with her father. "Maven , a word," she called out, her tone cutting through the air with sharp precision as she leaned against the grand stairway. (Name), recognizing the seriousness in Vaggie's voice, rose to her feet with a resigned sigh, and Alastor mirrored her movements, prepared to offer his support.

"Alone," Vaggie emphasized, her demand clear and unwavering, setting the stage for a private conversation that brooked no interference.

(Name) offered Alastor a warm smile, seeking to assuage any concerns he might harbor. "I'll be okay, Darling. Stay here,"

As (Name) followed Vaggie upstairs, a heavy silence settled between them, punctuated only by the rhythmic sound of their footsteps echoing with every step they took. The tension in the air was palpable, and (Name)'s smile faltered as they moved out of view, leaving them alone in the hallway. It seemed, once again, she found herself in the company of Vaggie, a situation she hadn't anticipated nor desired. Despite her inner frustrations, (Name) couldn't help but notice that Vaggie looked different with her longer hair and missing eye, she looked better.

For Vaggie, the use of the name "Maven" stirred a dormant rage within her, a reminder of a past she sought to bury deep within the recesses of her memory. The name that should’ve remained dead when she woke up in Hell.

With purposeful strides, Vaggie led (Name) up multiple floors until they reached a relatively empty room. The sparse furnishings, including a half-built bed and some cabinets. The vermillion curtains adorned the windows, casting a warm glow against the otherwise barren surroundings.

As the door slammed shut behind her, (Name) felt the weight of Vaggie's accusatory gaze bear down upon her. "What are you planning, Maven?" Vaggie's words cut through the air like a knife, sharp and unforgiving. Despite the intensity of the moment, (Name) couldn't help but find amusement in Vaggie's agitation.

(Name) walked farther into the room and took a seat on the semi-built bed. "Planning something? Heaven's, I would never, " She quipped, her tone laced with playful sarcasm. The sight of Vaggie so visibly perturbed by her presence only fueled (Name)'s amusement. "Besides, what could I do? I've been in a coma for months."

"You know what I mean," Vaggie retorted.

(Name)'s laughter filled the room as she reclined against the unfinished bed, her hands propping her up as she met Vaggie's gaze head-on. "The only thing I have planned is to help Charlie,"

The threat in Vaggie's voice was dripping with venom as she advanced towards (Name), her grip firm as she seized her up by the dress. "I swear to fucking god if you hurt her!"

(Name)'s eyes narrowed in response as she pushed Vaggie away. "Calm down, Vaggie. I'm not Lute, I wouldn't hurt her," She asserted, her voice tinged with frustration. Despite her attempts to maintain composure, a glint of something darker flickered in her eyes. "You're scared. You think I'm going to sell her out."

The accusation hung heavy in the air, stirring the simmering tension between them. “You will,” Vaggie couldn’t give her the benefit of the doubt, not then and not now. "You're just like them. You're cruel and vengeful. The type that destroys everything good that ever comes their way."

(Name) felt her patience wearing thin as Vaggie invaded her personal space, jabbing a finger into her chest with unwavering resolve. Her wings flared out instinctively as a warning to Vaggie to back off. “Just like them? Speak for yourself.” she retorted, her voice laced with righteous indignation. Memories of Vaggie's past actions resurfaced, fueling the fire of her frustration. "You know nothing."

"I know nothing? What about you? You have no heart and no morals," Vaggie fired back, the words laden with accusation and resentment.

(Name) felt her blood boil with rage, a surge of power coursing through her as her hair began to float in the air. “No heart? No morals? Do you think I wanted to do that? Do you even know how much I suffered?” There was something off as chains wrapped around Vaggie’s legs as her blessing became infected with her rage. “Who was punished when you couldn’t do your job? Me! Who took your position? Me! Who got pushed into a position where I couldn’t say no? Me!” (Name) returned the favor and jabbed her finger on Vaggie’s chest.

“You had the choice and you still did it. That makes you no better!” Vaggie retorted as a flicker of regret appeared in her eyes.

(Name), her anger pulsating like a tempest, bent down and dismissed the chains around Vaggie's legs with a wave of her hand. "Unlike you, I never had the choice. I'll remind you, you're the one who removed that choice for me,” Vaggie’s betrayal made her life much harder as an exorcist as Lute and Adam made sure there would be no way to repeat the same mistake. “Thank you, though. Your act of betrayal did serve me well.”

Vaggie rubbed her ankles, confusion etched across her features. "What do you even mean by that?"

“Well, I got my freedom back. I’m back with my husband and I plan on repaying the favor.” (Name) explained as she walked towards the door.

“I don’t trust you. If you do anything to hurt Charlie or this hotel. You’re done.” Vaggie’s threat wasn’t something (Name) cared much for as she placed her hand on the doorknob.

(Name)'s smile was hollow as she placed her hand on the doorknob. “Isn’t Charlie’s hotel all about redemption? Or, do you not believe in second chances? I’d love to start over.”

“Of course, I believe in Charlie’s vision!” Vaggie snapped back, but (Name) didn’t believe her. Well, (Name) didn’t trust Vaggie either. The rift between them ran deep, too deep for mere words to bridge. “Maven, you’re not someone who is capable of change. You’re just like heaven, you don’t listen and you will never change.”

(Name)’s smile dropped, replaced by a look of pure hatred directed at Vaggie. “You’re right, I might not be able to change. However, don’t speak to me like you know me. You know, Maven. You don’t know me as a person, and I refuse to be Maven ever again.” With a resolute motion, (Name) opened the door and motioned for Vaggie to leave, signaling the end of their conversation.

The two went back downstairs and there wasn’t a word spoken between them. Just a heavy tension as the two angel’s walked down the steps. They pretended like they weren’t fighting minutes ago as (Name) put on a smile as she approached Alastor and took a seat next to him. Vaggie returned to Charlie’s side and sat next to her on the sofa and offered her a quick kiss on the cheek.

(Name) raised an eyebrow as she observed the scene unfolding before her, the small girl with her reddish-pink hair darting around, a knife in hand, and a manic gleam in her eyes as she chased the cockroach. Despite the chaos, there was an undeniable charm to the girl's innocence and determination.

“Should she be doing that?” (Name) inquired, her concern evident as she watched the girl's antics.

Charlie's nervous laughter filled the air. “She's harmless, probably,”

(Name)'s skepticism deepened at Charlie's response. “You aren't sure?” she pressed, her gaze still fixed on the girl's erratic movements.

Husk, the bartender from earlier, approached, his presence calming amidst the chaos. “Niff? Just leave her to do whatever she does,” he advised, his tone resigned but accepting of the girl's quirks.

With a swift motion, the girl managed to skewer the cockroach to the floor, the sight making (Name) cringe involuntarily. The image of the insect impaled on the blade was unsettling, yet the girl seemed unfazed as she skipped back to Alastor, her innocent laughter echoing through the room.

Alastor's smile remained warm as he introduced the little girl. “Sunshine, this little darling is Niffty.”

Her singular massive eye looked her up and down. “All clean!” She seemed awfully proud of herself as she presented her achievement to Alastor.

(Name) smiled and took the blade from her hand and placed it on the table. “That's great, honey. Let's keep the blades on the table.”

Alastor chuckled softly, observing Niffty's pout as her knife was taken away. “I’m sure she’d give that back to you, Niffty darling,” he reassured, his amusement evident as he watched the girl's reaction.

Niffty's presence on her shoulder was unexpected, but (Name) couldn't help but find the small demon endearing as she settled onto her lap. “Hii! It's been a while since I've made a new friend,”

(Name)’s eyes softened at Niffy as she pulled her to her lap. “Is that right? Well, Niffty I'll gladly be your friend.”

Niffty's small hands began to work their magic, deftly braiding (Name)'s long hair. “You’re nice,” Niffty remarked, her admiration genuine as she marveled at the silky strands. “Your hair is so long. It's so silky, like cobwebs.”

(Name) just nervously smiled. She didn’t want to explain the reason why it was so long. “It is a bit long. I should cut it soon.”

A sudden tug on her hair drew (Name)'s attention back to Niffty, whose eyes sparkled with excitement. “Oooh! Can I cut it? Please!” Niffty looked so happy as she held a bunch of her hair in her tiny hands.

“I suppose you could? Perhaps, tomorrow?” (Name) replied as Niffty nodded happily and went to try getting her hair off the floor.

Niffty started running her slim fingers through her hair as tried to get most of it off the floor. Alastor watched with a smile as (Name) stood as still as she possibly could. Niffty had to weave it with her whole body to get it into a decent braid.

Charlie watched with a smile on her face. “Have any plans after this?”

“Oh! There was one thing I was meaning to ask you. I was wondering if I could help you out and stay here?” (Name) asked as Alastor narrowed his eyes as Vaggie ran her fingers over her face.

Niffty's eyes widened with excitement. "You’re really staying?"

Charlie's enthusiasm bubbled over as she leaped from her seat. "Are you sure? I mean, if you want to?" Her eagerness to have (Name) join them. She wanted her to join since their first meeting when she cheered her up.

“I’d love to help out. Besides, I believe in your foolishly large dream, Charlie. I want to help you make it a reality.” (Name)'s words resonated with sincerity and support, drawing a smile from Charlie. Meanwhile, Niffty returned to her braiding with renewed fervor.

As (Name) glanced around the room, she noticed Alastor's subtle reaction, his eyes narrowing slightly, and Vaggie's contemplative demeanor. Yet, Alastor's sigh conveyed a deeper concern, one that (Name) recognized with a sense of gratitude

“Of course! We’d love to have you on board!” Charlie grabbed her hands as (Name)’s smile widened.

“What can she even do? I doubt she can even clean.” Vaggie was trying to act like the voice of reason. (Name) could tell she just didn't want her there.

(Name) felt a strange chill coursing through her nerves as she offered her proposal. “I can give you information on Heaven. Your and Luci’s information is outdated. You don’t know how Heaven works anymore.” She hoped they wouldn’t detect the strain in her words.

“We already have someone who knows enough about Heaven.” Vaggie snapped back as Alastor narrowed his eyes.

“You sound like you have an issue, my dear,” Alastor interjected smoothly, his voice commanding attention as it sliced through the room, redirecting their focus to Vaggie.

“You mean Luci? Or yourself? Neither of you have been in heaven for years . I'm not saying that to be rude, it's the truth of the matter.” (Name) replied with a matter of fact tone.

“Excuse me?” Vaggie snapped back.

Charlie tried to step between the two. “Maggie, please.” She pleaded as Vaggie flashed a look of pain and backed down rather quickly. “Okay, we’ll talk about this later! Maybe tomorrow?”

Lucifer walked into the room with a plate full of snacks. “What did I miss?”

(Name) nodded. “Of course, I’d love to.” It was exhausting trying to deal with Vaggie.

When she was about to get off the sofa, Alastor got up and offered her a hand. “Shall we go?” Alastor’s smile was all she needed as she took his hand.

Alastor guided her upstairs, leading the way back to the room they had left earlier. The journey was quiet, with only the subtle echoes of their footsteps resonating through the hallway. (Name) stole glances at the various paintings adorning the walls, their vibrant colors contrasting with the subdued ambiance of the corridor. The fragrance of fresh flowers in the vases lingered in the air, adding a delicate touch to the surroundings.

She can’t help feeling so tiny next to him now. He grew several feet with his new body and (Name) was still stuck the height she died in.

Truly, unfortunate.

But, Alastor never looked better. He still looked refined and gained some more quirks. Like his ears, the antlers on his head. She did wonder if he had a tail. But, there was a big blank on how he got here. From what she could remember, he was an upstanding individual. Sure, he had his faults. But, he never committed a crime.

“Darling, can I ask you something?” (Name)’s question had a hint of fear in her voice. She was scared of hearing his explanation.

Alastor halted abruptly, causing (Name) to bump into his chest. "Of course, Sunshine. Ask away,"

Looking up at him, (Name) prayed that her anxiety remained hidden behind a facade of composure. "How did you end up here, Darling?" (Name) saw a flicker of something dark in her husband's eyes. Something that scared her that made her take a step back.

Alastor's expression softened as he gently lifted her chin with a finger. "Sunshine, I went to hell for you. That man who killed you, I shot him to death," His words were all sickly sweet and she ate every single one like candy.

(Name) with a flap of her wings lifted herself up and kissed Alastor with a passion that she didn’t know she had. “I love you, Darling. I’m sorry , I won’t ever leave you again.” (Name) never felt more loved than she did in that moment.

Alastor returned her affection with a tender peck, his arms enfolding her in a protective embrace. "I’m glad to hear that, Sunshine," he murmured, his voice suffused with warmth and affection, offering her solace in the shelter of his embrace.

(Name) listened to his heartbeat as Alastor carried her back to his room. It was soothing and a reminder that he was still alive. That the wound that Adam inflicted was nothing more than a flesh wound. Her husband was still alive and kicking. Alastor wouldn’t be the sort of man who would die so easily.

Alastor placed her back on the bed gently. “Get some rest, Sunshine. You still need it.” His smile gave her no room to argue, he was right after all.

"Where are you going?" she inquired, a hint of curiosity lacing her words as she dipped her feet back into the cool water.

"I have some errands to run," Alastor explained, his tone matter-of-fact, yet (Name) couldn't shake the feeling that there was more to his departure than met the eye. "I am an overlord now, Sunshine. There are things I must attend to."

(Name) couldn’t feel a pang of disappointment in her chest. “Are you going to be back soon at least?”

“Of course, Sunshine. I wouldn’t part from you for long.” Alastor placed a soft kiss on her forehead before disappearing into smoke.

“Right, of course.” (Name) muttered to smoke as she fell back down into the bed with a groan of pain.

(Name) found herself interrupted once again by the haunting melody of the music box, its eerie tune echoing through the room with renewed intensity. Though the pain it inflicted was dulled, it still sent a sharp sting through her body.

“Hello? Can you hear me, my little Ange?” The voice, deeper this time, echoed around her, its presence unsettling. It didn’t mimic her voice back to her this time around.

(Name) straightened her posture and adjusted her skirt. “I can hear you,” She responded, her voice steady despite the unease creeping into her heart.

“Great! Our little exchange is finally settling down,” He seemed overly happy with himself for his little interactions finally working as intended.

“I don’t mean to be rude, sir. But, do you need something?” (Name) asked as she rested her head on her palm.

The voice chuckled, a sound that sent shivers down (Name)'s spine. “Oh, my dear little angel, you are always so polite. I like that about you.” The voice seemed to emanate from all around her, surrounding her in an eerie atmosphere. “I’m just checking on my favorite little angel.”

(Name)’s eyes narrowed when she heard him repeat his new little nickname for her. “I’m not little.”

The laughter only intensified, echoing around her. “You are quite small,” the voice teased, its amusement clear as day.

“Alright, thank you. I think that’s enough for me, good day, sir,” (Name) said, attempting to end the conversation early and put an end to the teasing.

“I’m quite sorry to say, but you don’t get to make those decisions, Little Ange,” The voice retorted sharply, its tone commanding her attention. “Besides, you’re my only source of entertainment, and you’ve been awfully boring.”

“I’m not your sense of-” (Name) felt her words getting stuck in her throat as she tried to finish her sentence. “Heavens, what did you do to me?” (Name) asked, her voice laced with confusion and concern as she scanned her surroundings for any sign of the enigmatic man.

“Nothing, you’re bound to the rules of our agreement. You can’t deny me. Same goes with speaking back when I don’t let you,” The voice explained, its tone devoid of remorse.

(Name)’s eyes narrowed as she processed his words. “I didn’t agree to that,” She countered, her frustration mounting.

The voice chuckled ominously. “Give me strength. I don’t care if I die. Take the dying embers of my life if it means I can save him. I’ll give you everything I have. My soul, my memory, whatever you want. That is what you said, I just answered and agreed. You gave up more than you think.”

“I want you to entertain me. Sing, ” The command washed over (Name), and the melody of the music box shifted to a faint piano.

“The last page of a fairy tale,” (Name) felt her body move against her will as she began singing for her new patron. “Is rewritten, and changed into tragedy.”

“Hmm, I always enjoy tragedy. So much emotion, so much on the line,” the voice remarked with a hint of amusement, though it did little to ease (Name)'s unease. The realization that whoever she had made a deal with could exert such control over her was deeply unsettling..

“I even lose sight of, the one person I believed in.” (Name) wanted this to stop. She didn't want to sing and make people accidently lure people to her. She didn't want to be Maven again.

“You seem scared.” Her patron commented, there was a faint tone of superiority and amusement. “Don't worry, I won't hurt you. I did, promise.”

If You mean that, you'd let me go sir. (Name) mentally snapped back and he only laughed at her. “Love and dreams are almost like a sand castle.”

“Be grateful, I'm not as malicious as you believe me to be.” He hummed back, he was clearly too amused.

“They're fragile, and they crumble down. Even if you don't wish for it.” Her patron released his hold on her body as (Name)’s perked her head up to a knock on the door.

“Enjoy that little warning, my dear dove.”

“What does that even mean?” (Name) mumbled to herself, her mind still reeling from the unsettling exchange.

Their eerie comment hung in the air, unanswered, and (Name) felt a surge of frustration at the lack of clarity. Pushing aside her myriad questions, she focused on the immediate issue: whoever might be waiting behind the door.

Taking a deep breath to steady her nerves, (Name) forced a smile before reaching for the doorknob.

“Hello?” she greeted as she swung the door open, only to be met with the sight of Lucifer standing before her.

“Hello!” Lucifer chimed cheerfully, but before he could say more, (Name) slammed the door shut in his face.

She mentally panicked on the other side, trying to figure out what to do. It was clear as day that Lucifer and Alastor didn't have the best of relationships. Now, she had to deal with him alone.

Taking another deep breath, (Name) forced another smile on her face. She really didn't want to deal with anyone right now.

Reopening the door, she was met with a very confused Lucifer. “Hello, Lu Lu . Do you need something?” (Name) wanted to scream she didn't mean to call him Lu Lu. Her patron, in the meanwhile, was laughing their ass off in her head.

Lucifer felt his eyebrow twitch at her little nickname for him. “Hello, again. Is Bambi there?” He seemed a little dramatic, especially with how he said "Bambi."

“I'm sorry, Lu Lu. My husband isn't in. Can I help you?” (Name) watched Lucifer deflate slightly, and she tried to suppress a laugh.

“Fuck. I mean, that's great! This is a perfect time for us to get to know each other, whatcha say?” Lucifer's attempt to get under Alastor's skin was pretty entertaining.

“You're terrible with people.” (Name) laughed as she straightened his hat.

“Yeahhh. Are you coming or not?” Lucifer asked as he motioned down the hallway.

(Name) laughed, shaking her head. “I'm not giving you any dirt on my husband. Just so you know.”

“Uh huh,” (Name) replied with a hint of skepticism.

“You don't trust people, do you?”

“Nope. I trust your daughter, I don't trust you,” (Name) replied, her firm tone betraying the smile on her face as she laughed.

“Harshh. But, that's fineee,” Lucifer shrugged as he kept motioning down the hallway.

“You really want to know dirt on Alastor, don't you?” (Name) couldn't help but giggle as she stepped out into the hallway and closed the door behind her.

“I don't. I just fucking hate that deer,” Lucifer replied, his distaste evident in his tone.

“Ha ha. You and Alastor have something going on,” (Name) remarked, finding the situation amusing. The idea of the King of Hell having some sort of spat with her husband was rather unexpected.

“There's nothing going on,” Lucifer quickly corrected, his tone defensive.

“Right. Do you like tea, Lu Lu?” (Name) asked casually as she started walking down the hallway, the tension between them momentarily lifted.

“Sometimes? I mean, depends on the tea? Are we talking about drama tea or actual tea?” Lucifer inquired, his curiosity piqued by her question.

(Name) burst into laughter at his response. “I'm talking about drinking tea. It's best to befriend someone with a cup of tea,” She explained, extending her offer to Lucifer in a lighthearted manner. She made sure her offer was left at Lucifer’s feet, forcing him to either accept it or reject it.

“Befriend? Of course, you'd want to befriend me! I'm the Big Boss of Hell!” Lucifer proclaimed with theatrical flair, reveling in his title. He really was a little too prideful with his title and status she was coming to realize.

“I think the Tiny Boss of Hell suits you better, Lu Lu,” (Name) teased, watching his eyes narrow at her playful jab.

“I'm not tiny. Thank you very much,” Lucifer retorted, a hint of defensiveness in his tone.

“Sure, whatever you say,” (Name) replied, unfazed by his protest.

“You're also short,” Lucifer added with a grin, trying to turn the tables as (Name) shook her head.

“You're right. But, I'm sorry to say my husband still dwarfs you,” (Name) quipped, a mischievous grin spreading across her face as Lucifer let out a small growl.

“That deer isn't that tall,” Lucifer insisted, his competitive spirit shining through.

(Name) just laughed as she skipped forward a few steps. “Right, keep telling yourself that.”

Perhaps, there were some joys of being hell. She was always pleasantly surprised at the childish his little rivalry with Alastor was. She knew Alastor was probably the same way. Always trying to outdo the other or having the last say.

Maybe, she'd be able to pull it out of him during their little tea party.

The song in this chapter is:

Return to the Sea from Mermaid Melody.

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actually-safer-to-kiss · 1 year

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Post-Mortem

Summary: Spencer wants to get back with Reader a month after their breakup, and it doesn't go the way he planned.

Couple: Spencer Reid/Fem!Reader

Category: Angst

Content warning: Breakup, recovering from heartbreak, rejection, sad ending

Word count: 1.3k

Spencer Reid broke my heart, plain and simple. Eight months of wonder and joy were destroyed at one dinner. A romantic one, just to twist the knife more. I was sure we would’ve been together longer, which is why it felt like the world caved in when he ended it. I never felt so broken. At that moment, I could say it was the dinner to end all dinners. Because I told Spencer I never wanted to see him again.

So you can imagine his surprise (and mine) when I agreed to meet him for a coffee a month later. I took deep breaths in the car because, like the breakup, this location was just as methodical. The spot where we first met in our respective rushes to work, he decided would be the last. When opening the shop door and hearing the familiar bell ding, it's like a neck-breaking transport. And when I spot Spencer at a table, with two cups and a pastry wrapped in front of him, the reminder to breathe comes back.

One of the most painful things about heartbreak is that it doesn’t rip up memories like your body. They’re as clear as ever when Spencer stands from his seat while we lock eyes. The chair legs scooting across the floor were as loud as it was when we came here for quick breakfasts. Quick breakfasts were never my choice, but duty calling never involves convenience. A call from Spencer’s phone was equivalent to a brace for impact. The anxiety of waiting for the pleasantries to inevitably end was as real as the others in the shop turning their heads at the sound of Spencer’s chair. Brief and dreadful.

Nevertheless, I walked forward, keeping eye contact and an optimistic look. “Hey,” I said.

“Hi.” His hand pops up to wave as his lips thin out in his classic unrelaxed half-smile. “How are you?”

I sit. “Alright.” I can lie if I try hard enough. That’s one perk of dating a profiler. “You?”

“Good.” He nods while shifting in his seat. “Yeah, good.”

“You look exhausted.”

His Adam’s apple bobbed.

“Did you just get back from a case?”

“Yeah, last night. Los Angeles.” He rubbed his eyes. He hadn't slept. “I got you an iced vanilla latte.” He points to the cup, condensation already layering the outside of it.

I take a sip. It’s watered-down but sweet. “Thanks.”

He then slides the mystery pastry toward me. “And a scone.”

This will be a long sit-down. He wants it to be. I can smell the scone. Nostalgia hits hard and doesn’t apologize. “Chocolate Chunk,” I say. It’s what I ordered the first time. He and his damned eidetic memory remember how I entertain desserts whenever I eat somewhere. And I remember our last dinner, how he ended it before they even had a chance to offer the selections. I didn’t touch it. Instead, I leaned in my chair. I thought I should kick back. “Why’d you call me here, Spencer?”

He looked around the room as if others wanted to listen in on this riveting conversation. He takes his coffee and slowly sips, putting it down. “One of the victims, her girlfriend… or ex-girlfriend was devastated during our interview. They had been on a break and she —”

“Regretted the way things ended, and now that she’s dead she can’t say sorry.” I’ll admit I didn’t care for my monotone voice, but he’s told me similar stories and a range of others that cut him deep. And I listened and held him then.

Then is, unfortunately, not now.

Spencer’s eyes darted from the cup to the scone, to me, back to the scone, then to me again. “I really am sorry.” His voice is strained.

I gripped my sweater sleeves under the table, like how the dinner ended. Except I stood up from the table with my fists deep in the soft linen covering it. The anger boiling inside fueled my force as I walked out of the restaurant. It was literally a raging spectacle, despite the deafening sound of my heart cracking in my ears.

The anger had long subsided. “I know.”

His eyebrows raised, likely expecting a more spit-in-your-face response. “You do?”

“The phone calls made it easy to assume.” That doesn’t mean I answered. He called once a week, but picking up the phone any earlier than yesterday would’ve led to undignified sniffles, giving me away instantly. My broken heart has calcified significantly in record time.

Spencer nodded. “I know I hurt you, and I hope you can forgive me someday.” For a minute, I wondered if this was the workings of a genius or a psychopath (he hangs around enough of both). Because despite the cruelty of such a planned-out ending, I somehow felt sorry for him. And I hate to admit there’s a small part of me that wants to crumble to his side.

“It’ll be okay,” I told him. “Water’s making its way under the bridge.” Time was all I needed.

Quiet takes over for a brief moment between us, and even though we’ve been apart for a month, it doesn’t take away the other eight. Spencer’s eyes, puppy-like in shape and oaky in color, are as obvious as the rest of his behavior.

“That isn’t why you wanted me here. Isn't it?"

He licks his lips and shakes his head. “I was hoping… in due time, of course, we could try again.”

The sigh that came out of me was involuntary. I wouldn’t have held back my response even a week ago, and he was lucky about that. “Spencer, I’m sorry. It may not feel like it now, but I think, in retrospect, you made a wise choice.”

“It doesn’t feel like it.”

“Nothing has changed. You were just in Los Angeles.”

“But I could try harder. Like you wanted." He swallows again. “I miss you.”

Damn, that was all I thought.

“Well,” I cleared my throat. It didn’t help. “Maybe… maybe we can be friends someday. But for now, I hate to say this,” I do. “But it might be a smart idea to keep our separate ways for a while.”

The best thing I could do is avoid diving headfirst into my true feelings. To expect things to suddenly change just because he wants to return. It's vulnerability and blissful ignorance I can’t afford. Calcified is an accurate way to describe my current state, but fragility is still there. I’ve managed to get to bed without crying for a week, but the sucker punch of memories, the freshness is very prevalent. I can still pretend here.

Spencer though, no matter how hard he tries, is not a stoic person. It’s not in him. If he’s angry, it comes out in passive-aggressive remarks or emotional outbursts containing at most a single swear word. And when sadness comes, tears are sure to follow.

I see one fall, and I try to avoid erosion as he wipes the trail off his cheek. “I understand.” He doesn’t look up.

“I’m sorry. I really am.” That's all I can say. Having the tables turned is painful.

“I don’t blame you. I handled it terribly.”

I said nothing.

“And if I could, I’d —”

His phone vibrated. Brace.

“Duty calls,” I say with a lilt, and he isn't amused. I take another sip of my coffee before I scoot my chair back. I push the scone toward him, but he stops me halfway. We don’t flinch at the contact, fingers nearly laced.

“It’s yours. You take it.” He pushed.

“I think you need it more." I push.

“Please.” He adds force.

I let go, leaving his hand alone on the wooden surface. I try to concoct a smile. “Take care of yourself, Spencer.” I stand up from my chair and turn to head toward the exit. The ding of the bell comes and goes, and the sun splashes my face with warmth. Tears collect and cool my cheeks as I walk to the car, but I let them.

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Drifting - Part 12

“Drop zone approaching. Get ready.” Called the dropship’s pilot from far up in a cockpit somewhere. Casper’s body was encased in his own pilot casket and felt none of the violent shaking and sudden drops as the craft rapidly dropped into the atmosphere, heating its belly until it glowed a brilliant orange.

However, the rig that the young man was piloting, still shook and rattled in its clamps. Thanks to the fearless sensations of piloting such a sturdy piece of machinery, unlike his body that was fallible; he never felt worry or fear from these worrying judders.The optics of the mech were already online and scanning the bay carefully. He’d zoomed in on the only other creature, a geckin, that was in sight too many times to count already. Casper shut off the optics as the geckin, unaware it was being observed, picked its nose before happily consuming the prize it had retrieved.

[Grim.] Casper sent, mildly annoyed that emotions never came across in the text-like messages the two pilots could exchange without speaking.

{What?} Qik returned, in a separate craft that likewise, was dropping into the combat area.

[Our benefactors. Just watched one put their whole ass hand up one nostril.]

{Yummy. Looked like your breakfast, didn’t it?}

The nutrient slop, or ‘slurry’ as they oh so appetisingly called it, was what Casper had to eat both in the morning and at night if he wanted to maintain his already drastically lowered weight. It had the consistency of the word ‘goop’ and, now it had been pointed out to him, the colour of geckin snot.

[I am literally never going to eat again.]

Casper didn’t get a reply, but clicked his optics with the feeling that Qik was laughing or grinning in her own rig at his words. They remained in silence for a minute more before the geckin Casper was watching touched a hand to his own ear before making his way to the exit.

“Inbound! Ten seconds!”

The digging geckin fled the room as moments later the floor beneath Casper’s feet opened and a roaring wind blasted up and into the space. The young pilot couldn’t tilt his body down, so most of his view was obscured by his own body, but he could see a dark, grey landscape far below what would be his dangling feet.

{I’m dropping after you, my original LZ is no good. Get eyes on the operation area, don’t approach yet.}

[Yes ma’am.]

{You’re going to make a fine merc.}

“Dropping!”

Despite not ‘having’ a stomach, Casper still felt a phantom one fall out from beneath him as the sturdy metal clamps that had held his rig steady during the transport, released him as one. Gravity took hold of him, along with inertia and both he and his rig were launched from the dropship at great speed toward an infinite ground. As soon as the mech was cleared, the craft did a sharp upward swing, arcing into the clouds and away from any danger that lurked below.

Casper kept himself upright as he fell despite feeling himself tilt forwards and backwards. Blue streaks of his boosters fired in short, sharp bursts, righting himself perfectly as he threatened to tumble. As he careened toward the pockmarked terrain at speed, the man checked he was coming in at an angle, roughly forty five degrees to ensure he could slide to a stop, bleeding his speed without pummelling the ground at full force.

It wasn’t a danger to do that, but he wasn’t specifically built for that.Some rigs could dramatically enter like that, and it was overall better for them to punch straight down, some even incorporating an air burst landing deployment, igniting the surrounding area of the drop point in an explosion that would merely liquidise the internals of anything organic in the area. Those rigs were super heavies, designed for ‘hot’ drops.

But that wasn’t Casper. He’d never wanted that style of machine. Zeet and he, along with Qik, had chosen from a wide selection of parts to create the mech that ‘felt’ closest to what he would be, if ‘he’, Casper, were a mech and not merely piloting one.

The result? As he fell, he felt light, like he could almost glide down if he wanted to. He felt as if one arrange twitch of his shoulder would get the same from his metal body.

He felt ‘right’.

It took a scant few seconds before his legs hit the terrain with such force it sent rocks and dirt flying all around in a great cloud that obscured him from suddenly awake and watching eyes in the distance for a moment. A fraction of a second later, those eyes watched a dark grey machine fly out of the dust cloud on skis, trailing smoke and dirt in its wake that followed it like vapour trails from a jet.

The mech skidded to a halt a hundred metres away from its landing site, its legs bracing into the skid and a series of three large blue cones of fire slowing him to a halt. It remained still, its two optic ports, scanning and watching the city where the unseen eyes watched it back, undetected by the interloper. The long blade in its hand was not ignored, the machine held it out to one side, the metal perfectly flat. The rain that hadn’t ceased in three weeks, merely pinged and beaded along the perfect edge.

The fisheye lens that was watching, clicked its aperture beforing zooming in rapidly and reading the stencilled text across the interloper’s chest, reporting it to its absent masters.

S P E C T R E

Meanwhile, Casper kept low. He used one hand to brace the front of his mech against the ground as he lowered himself further. Chances were, if there was anyone in the bombed out mega city in the distance, they would have noticed the giant walking mech falling from the sky and causing the same size dust cloud as a building falling over would.

Then again, they also could have dismissed his landing as another shell fired from the distant geckin artillery that had peppered the city with a sustained bombardment before he and Qik arrived for the last forty eight hours. The enemy wouldn’t know when the bombardment would stop, they could use this ignorance to gain a brief element of surprise.

{Spectre, I’m down and inbound. Anything?}

A friendly ‘blip’ began to grow in Casper’s perception. The motion radar, or ‘MR’, along with both ‘friendly’ signals still felt strange to Casper, but it was one of the aspects he had demanded from Zeet. A low profile for himself, but a more sensitive sensor suite for him. He wanted to see the enemy, but not have them see him.

What it meant was, he could ‘tell’ where something was, without needing to look away at a radar readout, or even flick his eyes to a compass with markers. A tiny advantage, but one that had already served him well, way back when he had first fought Qik.

At this time, there was no movement from the dead city.

[Negative Scrub. No one is moving.]

A red mech appeared at Casper’s side, its recon unit briefly turning his way, nodding before turning back. Qik’s mech, compared to Casper’s, felt clunky to the human now. It had none of the articulation his has. When he turned her way to nod back at her, his shoulder pulled back, his arm dropped a fraction. He was fluid. Her whole torso turned, her ‘head’ bobbed, then her whole frame twisted back. It wasn’t her fault, but now the man knew what to look for, he had access to whole other level of movement compared to hers.

She knelt, her body remaining upright, while he stayed low, his legs supporting him, but his whole body brought low by his efforts. His profile was far lower than hers. Still, she knew combat better than him.

He’d seen her in a fight through several of their training sessions. It was one thing to be able to move out of the way of incoming shots, it was another not to expose oneself in the first place.

Casper, or rather, ‘Spectre’ as was his code name on mission, focused up.

The pair of them began to systematically scan the seemingly dead city. Spires and towers were burnt out, some having toppled over. There were ssypno forces in the area, the geckin intel had explained that. Since ssypno equipment was high end and dangerous, it was harder for them to replace it.

Their job was to make this planet expensive for the noble conducting this battle. It was the only language that kind of person understood.

[Scrub, I got a question.]

{Go on.}

[Why ‘Scrub’ of all things?]

When Qik had offhandedly told Casper that her own callsign was ‘Scrub’ she was offended and confused when he barked a single coughing laugh before getting a reign on it. She was deadly serious and rather proud of her callsign. The young man, besides an errant comment, had left it there, but now felt as good a time as any to ask; why ‘Scrub’ of all things?

{Because I scour the battlefield clean. My ops are always described as the cleanest, unless I'm working with someone. They’re always the messy ones.}

[I’m just saying, humans might interpret it differently.]

{You said, but I didn’t spend my career building a name for myself to just change it on a whim. You read?}

[Aye aye Scrub.]

{Right, let's get this done and then we can get paid and you can get a taste of the good life. You ready?}

[When you are.]

Casper urged himself forward as he felt Qik’s ‘blip’ move away to the west, taking a wide route around the edge of the city itself. His ‘feet’ were elongated, turning them into skis that glided across the terrain with amazing ease. His spinal mount, a dedicated jetpack pushed him forwards with vents that could open and close in an instant, allowing him to adjust and change direction with a single thought. He could still walk and run, if he wanted to, but the idea was the ability to lean into the slide and ‘skate’ across the landscape, pushing against the ground with the side of his feet.

The speed at which the city approached and became large, imposing buildings that suddenly dwarfed him, was alarming. He slowed and dropped into a run, then walk, as he made it into the city proper, using the wide streets to fit his mech between the buildings with ease. He kept his blade held low, in both hands, ready to bring it up and swing at a moment’s notice.

Before reaching this planet, Casper had never held a weapon before, but now, with copious amounts of software all feeding him instincts and knowledge that wasn’t his, there was a vague sense of longing for a long range weapon, instead of being limited to the length of his blade.

That said, there was nothing for him to attack. He raised the blade to step around another building before lowering out and ready down the next street, but it was just, yet another, empty thoroughfare.

He didn’t need military software to tell when something felt… off.

[Scrub, do you read?]

{Loud and clear Spectre, what's the situation?}

[Zero contacts. MR isn’t picking anything up and there's nothing in the streets. No sign of any mechanised forces. Are we sure we’re in the right place? Are we getting played?]

Casper couldn’t help but think of the contract the geckins had forced him into. In a desperate need to get something more from the human and his unprecedented lack of drifting when mentally piloting a machine, the geckins had not taken it well when he had expressed he wanted to leave. So much so, the only way for him to ‘win’ his freedom, was to complete the op, without getting disabled. If he wasn’t able to walk away from the op, then the geckins, or more specifically, one of their corpo-nations would *own* Casper outright, changing his designation from a person, to a ‘thing’.

Whilst the geckins hated the ssypno with a passion, a trick or trap to retain access to Casper, might not be outside their morals.

{I wouldn’t put it past the geckins to try something, but if the op is a wash, then they still have to pay us and we’re free and clear. They wouldn’t have fed us bad intel for us to go out here for nothing.}

The Spectre mech peered down street after street, holding the blade out, ready to cut anything that moved or scuttled in half, yet each time; it was devoid of life until he found himself, quite deep into the city.

Closing his optics for a moment, Casper willed himself to send a ping out, searching for *anything* that might show where his enemy was hiding. All he needed as a fraction of movement.

He focused, his mind mentally tuning the sensitiveity of his radar, it sensed the rain, a beehive of noise that was too much, so with an errant twitch of his head, he tuned out the rain. He sensed himself, receiving false reports of a mech, but it was only him. He removed that too. Blind to the outside world, he stayed in place, reaching out with invisible hands, groping blindly for anything.

There were creatures, things that scuttled and things that moved. Living organic creatures of small size. They reminded him of rats, but no rats survived the destruction of Earth to his knowledge. The things were squidgits, vermin if left unchecked, cattle if desired. They scurried and hid in the sewers far beneath Casper’s mech’s feet. Oddly, whilst plenty of the buildings still had these creatures inside, several, were *devoid* of movement. Not a single living thing could be felt by his sensitive suites.

The optics snapped open, and clicked again. Turning his head towards the nearest towering building, he leaned forwards, trying to peer through the destroyed structure to the otherside, but found it dark and unable to see the whole way. This was only one of the nearby buildings that the squidgits avoided for some reason. The building was a husk, burnt out from some unchecked fire, most likely caused by the geckin shelling. The inside was too dark to see anything.

With a mere thought, a floodlight attached to Casper’s head, winked on and bathed the building and its bombed out floors in a brilliant white light.

The sea of cyclops eyes constricted to tiny points as the sea of fisheye lenses reacted to the sudden wash of bright light. In turn, the countless laser cannons strapped to their spines whined as electricity suddenly washed through them.

The MR was suddenly bombarded with with a crowd of movement as the buildings all around Casper came to life.Casper merely ducked as the space his mech had occupied only moments before was dissected by no less than seven beams, all wishing to decapitate him in one fell swoop.

[They’re in the buildings!] He sent frantically, as a wave of scuttling mechanised bots surged from the building and landed on his mech.

Not wanting them on him for a single second, Casper brought his arm up to protect himself and braced his shoulder. Spectre’s main booster, sitting firmly in the dead centre of his back, roared to life and launched the human’s rig into the building and out the other side in a shower of destroyed rebar and materials. The smaller multi-legged technicals were sent flying in all directions, having no hope of holding onto the mech as it punched through a building.

[Jesus!] Casper exclaimed as he turned his head back and watched the buildings suddenly come alive as each floor seemed to disgorge multiples of the round, bulbous, skittering machines in a manner that reminded the man of infestations from Earth. If his rig had skin, the young man was certain it would be crawling.

Remembering his sword, Casper swung it in a downward swipe along the edge of one of the buildings, cutting clean through two with zero feedback as his sword found zero resistance. The metal hulls sparked and fizzled before burning brightly as they fell despite the rain even as they hit the street below.

Bright lines of light lit up the air between the buildings and scorched down the front of Casper’s mech, leaving deep valleys of burnt metal in their wake. Gritting his teeth,a side vent snapped open and a gout of blue flames pushed his mech sideways by pure instinct, breaking line of sight with the swarm and preventing further damage.

{Spectre, report.}

[Contacts! Lots of contacts!]

{I see them, locking on but I need to see more. Just keep moving!}

[They’re crowding me, how are they this organised?!]

{They’re computers, no living crew. They seem smart, but it’s just a swarm. Stick to the plan!}

Casper barely made it to the next intersection where his rig could fit before he saw the bright yellow lines of the spider tank’s weapons cutting into the concrete like material of the surrounding buildings. He practically dove down the next street and picked up the speed again.

As he glided down the road, he saw yet more of the machines breaking through the exterior walls of the buildings and began crawling down towards the ground.

{Head west; towards me. Try and get as many as you can in one long line.}

[Wilco. One conga line, coming up!]

East, North, East, North, South.

Casper used his boosters to jump from corner to corner, flitting from side to side, avoiding and evading the growing crowd that was mere feet behind him. Any building, or even corner of a building that was in his way was destroyed. He felt like a cannonball, fired from its home and would merely bust through anything foolish enough to get in his way.

The bright streaks of line that burnt and destroyed the concrete around him only served to remind him that the enemy was still on his tail. Despite his confidence, he couldn’t let his guard down. Overconfidence would mean his and Qik’s destruction.

West, North, East, North, West.

When he turned down what had to have been a main artery for the destroyed city in the past, Casper could feel that Qik was roughly in front of him in the far distance, she was just on the very edges of his sensor suite’s range. Firing his boosters, his skis slid him down the road until the spider tanks began to pour onto the main thoroughfare from either side.

Using his sword in an upwards sweeping motion, he cut several through their centre mass, but it was a mere handful out of the seemingly endless hoard that was following. He speared several more on the tips themselves, not slowing his escape in the slightest.

From the distance, Casper watched as countless red lights suddenly appeared on the horizon in a beautiful dazzling sunburst. They hung there for a second before the lights turned into red streaks that raced up into the rainy sky, leaving behind white trails of smoke. They then seemingly paused before Casper’s entire early warning system lit up that he was in the direct path of this bombardment, his fiddling with his sensor suite had left him blind to such threats and had him duck in the very last second as they screamed towards their true targets.

They hadn’t been pausing in the sky, they were arcing towards him.

Spectre leaned forward, nearly toppling forwards, and willed itself onwards, increasing its speed until it began to pull away from the amazingly agile spider tanks.

Moments later, Casper could see the bright flashes of explosions somewhere behind him illuminate the surrounding buildings for a brief second. That didn’t matter. If it was behind him, it wasn’t hitting *him*. Relief washed over him as several of the moving, angry ‘blips’ that had been racing after him winked out of existence.

{Brilliant! Just got a few to mop up, but that was excellent!} Qik sent, as Casper rapidly approached where she waited at the city’s edge. From her bulky torso, several flaps opened as he approached and yet more of the red lights were launched from her. The lights were the burners for the rockets that streaked into the sky before taking a harsh turn and streaking into the city, where Casper suspected that they would rapidly meet some of the creepy, crawling tanks.

The Spectre mech shuddered as one, its various metal parts and hydraulics complaining with a loud crash. Scrub ponderous turned to face Spectre expectantly as the remaining targets seemed reluctant to approach, having had their numbers vastly cut down.

[I hate those things!]

{Yeah, MGUs or AATMGUs to be correct. Automated, all terrain mechanised guard units. Nobody likes them, they’re annoying to get out of an area because you have to expose yourself.}

The two machines stood there a moment, facing the city, scanning for any of the MGUs that decided to pop their head out. Whilst they were constantly scuttling, demanding both of their attention, they were staying out of sight for the moment.

{Thanks for being bait.} Qik sent without prompting. Having Casper’s head turn to face her.

[No worries, I knew you had my back.]

{Always.}

Casper was turning to look back into the city and question if they were going to have to mop up the remaining MGU when there was a flicker of a ‘blip’ in his mind’s eye. He had messed with so much of the sensor suite’s settings and was so focused on the city that he couldn’t make out what he was perceiving straight away.

He didn’t even get a chance to send the [What was that?] as a long missile streaked into the side of Qik’s mech, forcibly sending the rig into the buildings and launching Casper backwards with the force of the blast. He rolled in the air, having his legs go over his head, supported by the jets as they turned him rapidly until the bottom of his skis slapped against the ground again. Sparks and debris flew up into the air as his optics searched for the threat, all the while his sensors pinged Scrub.

Casper watched as a new machine, undetected by his own system until now, flew in from the sky. It had solid wings that jutted out of its back, but before he could even observe more of the aircraft, it flew low, close to the ground before it unfolded into a mech, skidding to a halt at the city’s outskirts.

Two study legs slammed into the asphalt of the landscape. Its arms unfurled and without saying a word or even hesitating for a moment, the two arms opened fire with a rain of flashing lasers that peppered the surrounding buildings and Casper’s mech with hits.

The strikes were damaging, several connections and wires were burnt and fused instantly, forcing Casper to reroute connections and energy as he spun away from the gunfire and slipped into the city. Pressing his back against the building that weathered the new storm from the new threat.

He turned his head and saw the smoking remains of Scrub, the mech that contained Qik. Her legs were missing and the torso portion was scorched all along one side. She had been through into a now collapsed building. She didn’t move.

[Qik?] He sent, dumbfounded as laserfire continued over the sound of sizzling rain.

[r/WolvensStories]

[Ko-Fi]

#conservationverse #cuddleverse #human #hfy #haso #humans are space orcs #furry #human x furry #rabbit #lopeljack

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vodika-vibes · 3 months

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It's Just Us Here

Summary: Summary: When the war ends, you decide to fulfill the promise you silently made to Jesse when you first started dating him. Two weeks on a private remote island on a tropical planet hours away from anyone who might make him do any work.

Pairing: ARC Trooper Jesse x Reader

Word Count: 2245

Warnings: Smut, Dom/Sub relationship, oral (f receiving), cockwarming

Tagging: @trixie2023 @n0vqni

A/N: Here is Jesse smut for you all. Because I love him and he deserves it. Also, the smut became fluff because it's what he deserves.

“Babe,” There’s laughter in Jesse’s voice, and you couldn’t be happier about it, it’s been too long since your perfect man has been happy. “Babe, where are we going?”

“It’s a surprise,” You reply as you spin to face him, “We’re almost there. Trust me.” You smile at him prettily, and he reaches up to lightly brush some of your hair out of your face.

“I do trust you, and I’m happy to spend time with you, but I thought we were going to be relaxing. Not going on an expedition.” Jesse teases.

You pout at him, “There’s nowhere to relax on Coruscant, so we had to take a ship. Besides, I didn’t hear you complaining when we were staying in the cabin.”

“Babe, you spent a large majority of the flight naked and pressed against me. I’m fairly certain I wasn’t thinking about anything other than that.” Jesse replies dryly.

You grin at him, “You’re such a guy sometimes.” You say fondly.

“Yeah well, I didn’t hear any complaints from you. In fact, all I heard from you was ‘more, please’ and ‘don’t stop’.” Jesse pitches his voice higher to mimic your voice and you bump him with your shoulder.

“I do not sound like that.”

“Do so. I would know. I hear it more than you do.” He teases.

“For now,” You sniff.

Jesse just grins at you, and drops a loud kiss on your cheek. “Now, where are you taking me, cyare?”

You take his hands and tug him through the crowd of people over to a man carrying a sign with your name on it, standing in front of a smaller ship, “We, love, are spending the next two weeks on a private island.”

Jesse blinks at you.

“It’s just going to be you and me, and maybe a couple of birds.”

“Babe-”

“Is it too much?”

“How did you afford this?”

You blink at him, “I’ve been saving since we started dating.” You admit honestly. “I didn’t take a single vacation day, and I took as much overtime as I could when you were off planet.”

“Babe, you didn’t have to-”

“Yes. I did.” You smile at him anxiously, “Will you come and see it, before you say it’s too much?”

“Of course I will.”

You beam at him, and then turn to the man holding the sign. You speak to him for several moments, and then turn to Jesse, “Alright, he’s ready to bring us now, if you wanna grab the suitcase?”

Jesse grabs the suitcase, and climbs on the ship after you, and the door slides shut behind him.

30 minutes later, you’re climbing off the ship and onto a sandy beach with Jesse on your heels. The island isn’t massive, but it is covered in white sandy beaches, a nice little bungalow, and you know there’s a hidden waterfall somewhere on the island.

The transport leaves, and Jesse looks around, a slightly awed look on his face, “All of this is just for us?” He asks.

“Yup.” You pull your hair off of your neck, “There will be another food delivery at the end of the week, we just need to use the datapad left in the kitchen to place our order.”

“..holy shit, babe.”

You laugh, “Come on, from the virtual tour I took, the inside is amazing. Plus, it’s hot and I want to change into something cooler.”

With that said, you lead Jesse towards the house, and slide the door open.

The house is open and clean, and though it’s not massive, it is big enough for you and Jesse. There’s the bedroom, with a bed big enough for at least four people, and the attached fresher’s bathtub looks like it was designed for a king.

The kitchen is large and clean, with plenty of storage places.

But, your favorite place, and the reason you chose this island over any of the other ones, is the room with the hot tub.

The hot tub is completely enclosed in its own room attached to the house, that way no wild animals can get into it. However, there’s a control panel next to the door that will turn the scenery into anything that you want.

Which means that you can soak in the hot tub under the stars even in the middle of the day.

Jesse hasn’t seen the hot tub yet, he got distracted with the bedroom, which is totally understandable.

But you, you have plans. And those plans don’t involve the bed.

Well. Not yet, at least.

So you slip into the hot tub room, and turn the scenery to the proper setting, with the star and the moon high in the sky, and then you start the hot tub.

You consider, for a moment, telling Jesse what you’re about to do, and then you change your mind. It’ll be better for him to find you already in the hot tub.

So, with a sly smile on your lips, you peel off your clothes and toss them on the floor just inside the living room, where Jesse will see them, and then you climb into the tub, and sink into the hot water with a sigh.

It’s perfect.

The only way it’ll be better is if Jesse joins you.

Jesse comes looking for you less than ten minutes later.

“Babe?” You hear him from the living room, and then you hear a low chuckle and the door to the room slides open properly.

He whistles lowly as he takes in the room with a quick glance, but the majority of his gaze is locked on you. “Decided to get started without me, cyar’ika?” He asks as he comes to stand next to the hot tub, his dark gaze dragging down your body.

You smile at him innocently, “You were taking so long,” You drag out the words as you stretch your arms over your head, “And I got bored.” You add with a playful pout.

“Well, we can’t have that now can we?” Jesse asks, not taking his gaze off of you as he slowly peels his clothes off.

You turn in the tub, hungrily drinking in every inch of skin that he reveals. You love him. Every scar, every stretch mark, every muscle. And you could spend the rest of your life staring at him and die a happy woman.

“You’re so gorgeous,” You sigh out adoringly, sitting up on your knees to make grabby hands at him.

“Stars, you’re needy,” Jesse replies with a laugh as he climbs into the tub and immediately has to catch you when you fling yourself into his arms. “It’s like I never touch you or something.”

You perch yourself on his knees, nearly purring when his rough hands drag down the sensitive skin of your sides. “I have no idea what you mean,” You say primly.

“Of course not,” Jesse leans in and kisses you, a quick kiss, chaste almost. Chaste enough, at least, that when he pulls away, you whine at him. He just chuckles and attaches his lips to your neck, nipping gently, and then soothing the spots with his tongue. “Mm, is my good girl being bratty today?”

“I,” You say through a moan as he finds the spot on your neck that makes you weak, “am never bratty.”

“Is that right?” Jesse presses a feather light kiss below your ear, and then drags his lips to your shoulder, where he nips roughly enough that you squeak, “So you’re not going to be bratty no matter what.”

“Nope.” You reply breathlessly.

“You’re going to be a good girl for me and listen?” Jesse asks, his lips curling up into a grin against your skin.

“Yup.”

He pulls away, and there’s mischief in his eyes, “Oh, I’ll believe it when I see it, pretty girl.” There’s a look on his face that makes your stomach flip with nervous excitement. His hands slide down your sides again, and then up your spine, and his lips move back to your throat.

Usually, Jesse starts off with marking you as much as he can stand and then he moves on to more enjoyable things, like making you fall apart around his fingers or tongue.

But not this time. This time he keeps his touch feather light, and his lips don’t trail lower than your collar bone.

And you can’t help it. You want him so bad, and you know he’s just as aroused back on the erection you can feel pressed against you, so you whine his name and trail your fingers to his hard length, wanting, needing, more than he’s giving you.

But before you can even give him a teasing stroke, his hands are wrapped around your wrists, and there is a look of triumph in his face, “Mm, good girls ask before they touch, cyar’ika.”

You pout at him prettily, “But I want you. And I know you want me.”

He kisses you, his teeth catching your lower lip with a teasing nip, before he pulls away, “I thought you said you were going to be good?”

“Please Jesse?” He adjusts you on his lap and lightly strokes your ass before he gives it a slap, pulling a yelp from you, and then a pout. “Please?”

“What do you want, my pretty girl?” Jesse asks.

“You! You’re cock. Please?”

“Hm…do you deserve my cock, cyar’ika?”

“Yes!”

“Mm, I’m not so sure you do.”

“Jesse-” You whine his name and he chuckles.

“You have been very good at using your words to tell me what you want,” He muses thoughtfully as he strokes the sore spot on your rear, “Sit up on the edge of the hot tub, cyar’ika.”

“But that’s not what I want-” You whine, and then you squeak when he lifts you and sits you where he wants you.

“I know it isn’t.” Jesse replies with a grin, “I decided that you haven’t earned my cock yet.” He lazily strokes your inner thigh, “So I’m going to make you fall apart on my tongue.” He coos as his thumb ghosts across your slick slit, “And if you cum before I give you permission, then you’re going to get punished.”

Arousal washes through you, “Punished how?”

“Hm, maybe I’ll use those toys you like so much on you until you can’t think straight.” He teases, “But then, I know you and I know you’ll enjoy that.”

“Would not.” You reply automatically, and then you moan as his thumb presses against your clit, “Jesse-”

“Maybe I’ll tie you up and make you watch while I fist my cock,” He murmurs as he leans in and presses a kiss to your thigh, “Deny you what you want so much. Make you wait for the orgasm you want so badly.”

“Would not.”

“Are you sure about that?” Jesse asks, a grin on his lips.

You hesitate, and his grin grows, “That’s what I thought,” He drapes one of your legs over his shoulders and presses a kiss to your cunt, “So, be a good girl, and I’ll give you everything you want tonight.”

And then he gives you a long lick, his tongue zeroing in on your clit as you rest your hands on the top of his head. He alternates between flicking his tongue and sucking gently, and it doesn’t take long before you're squirming, and he has to hold both of your legs open.

“Kriff,” He breathes against you, “You’re so sensitive, I love it.”

“Jess-” You moan his name, “Please-”

He slows his movements, and you release a frustrated noise, “Patience, cyar’ika,” Jesse murmurs reassuringly.

“Don’t wanna-” You gasp out, “Jesse please, let me feel you-”

He kisses your thigh once, twice, and his dark eyes are locked on your face. And then a quiet curse falls from his lips, and faster than you really know what’s happening, he’s sitting back in the water and you’re positioned just over his straining cock.

Slowly you sink down on his hard length. And you only stop when you are pressed flush against him. His hands glide across your body, caressing and teasing, but when you go to start moving, he tightly grips your hips holding you still.

“Hold on, babe.” He murmurs.

Your face is flushed, and you feel like there’s a million bees buzzing under your skin, and you want nothing more than to fall apart under Jesse, but even so you don’t move. “What…is something wrong?”

One of his hands slides up to cup your face, and you lean your head into his touch, “I love you.” Jesse whispers.

You press your forehead against his, “I love you too.” You whisper back to him, “But, stars, Jesse, I need you to move.”

He laughs softly, and tucks your hair behind your ear, “Can we stay like this, just for a bit? I want to be close to you.”

And you melt a little bit, “I can’t promise that I’m going to be able to stay still,” You admit.

He chuckles, “That’s okay. I did get you all riled up after all.” He rains light kisses all across your face, “I just need to be close to you for a bit.”

You hum thoughtfully, and wrap your arms around his neck, being careful not to move too much. You know that Jesse will probably start to tease you before long, but for now you’re happy just being with him, and having him with you.

#star wars #tcw #arc trooper jesse x reader #jesse x reader #star wars fanfiction #x reader fanfiction #f!reader fic #18+ fic #clone thirsting

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teaberrii · 1 year

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Chapter Five: Feel First, Think Later

Alhaitham has the looks and the smarts. He will also be the stand-in CEO for his grandfather's company for a year.

But, he's been mysteriously cursed to turn into a cat every night since his eighteenth birthday… until he meets you, an employee at his grandfather's company, who rescues him as a cat and changes him back with one kiss.

Alhaitham/You

Notes:

Cross-posted on AO3

Female reader

Chapter index at the end of chapter one

“She’s not going to get sick just by having something spilt on her.”

You almost forgot about Childe.

“Let’s get you some new clothes,” Alhaitham says, ignoring the ginger. “This is me repaying my debt.”

“Hold on.” You and Alhaitham finally look at Childe. “Do you two know each other… personally?”

Alhaitham wonders if you will keep quiet. Maybe dodge the question? Perhaps it would be easier to answer if he isn't your CEO. But, because of his status, this complicates things.

“We live in the same building,” you answer. Your eyes briefly meet Alhaitham's. “We bumped into each other one time.”

“You two seem too close for just one encounter,” Childe says suspiciously, raising a brow.

“Don’t misunderstand,” Alhaitham says. “I was injured that time, and she helped me get my things to my floor.”

Childe nods slowly. Does this mean he buys the story? Then, he gently nudges you. “I can’t believe you didn’t tell me you knew our CEO... let alone live in the same building as him!”

“I didn’t think it was a big deal.”

“No big deal?”

“Anyway,” Alhaitham says before the conversation gets too off track. “Do you have a car? Or do you take the train back?”

“We take public transportation,” Childe answers for you.

Alhaitham slides a hand inside his pocket. “That's another reason for me to buy you some new clothes, then.”

You look at the nasty stain on one of your favourite blouses. It’s probably a goner now. But you’re still on the fence. You… want to go. Yet you’re also afraid. Not of Alhaitham but of the strange feelings you get from being around him. It reminds you of your early start with your ex, which frightens and excites you all at once.

“Go, sweet cheeks.” You turn to Childe, who has a sly grin on his face. “It’s been a while since you’ve been on a date.”

You want to hit him. “It’s not a date,” you deadpan.

“Fine. An outing with a friend, neighbour… whatever you want to call it.” Childe gently pushes you toward Alhaitham. “Just go and enjoy yourself!” But then, the ginger looks his CEO square in the eyes and says, “You’d better bring her back before ten. And… no funny business.”

Since when did Childe become your mother?

As much as Alhaitham doesn't want to respond, he senses Childe's sincerity. "I'll take care of her."

“...If we’re going to go, can we just… go?”

In truth, you’re getting uncomfortable by the attention. As you walk out of the building together, you never imagined that your first… date with Alhaitham would turn out like this. You quickly stop your thoughts. Since when did you think you’d ever go on a date with him?

After parting ways with Childe, you and Alhaitham sit in the back while his secretary drives toward the heart of the city. Alhaitham’s jacket is still draped over your shoulders. Your hands are on your lap. You’re looking at the changing city view until…

“You and Childe seem very close.”

Alhaitham knowing Childe's name catches you slightly off guard. You've never introduced them. Maybe they met somewhere? You turn to Alhaitham, who's looking ahead when he catches you looking at him. "Have you met him?"

“He was the one I saw you buzz in that day. I also saw him on the elevator one time."

Well, that explains it.

“That reminds me… I still have to return his clothes.”

You sigh a tad dramatically. “I guess I'll have to do it,” you joke.

“Even if you didn't, I'd still ask."

"You'll work your employees to the bone, I see."

"It would be a way to see you again.”

Coupled with the gentle look in his eyes, Alhaitham once again makes your mind go blank. You love it. You hate it. It’s as if you’re reluctantly reaching for something that seems out of your reach.

Nah. You’re thinking too much.

“I didn’t know you’d be such a flirt,” you finally say. “It might work better if you were a cat.”

“Regardless, that’d still be me.”

So… he won't deny he just flirted with you?

Where is this conversation going? How is this conversation going to end? For once, Alhaitham isn’t thinking. It started when he saw you with Childe. The two of you had friendly chemistry, and it was obvious you two were close. Alhaitham didn’t mean to speak that time, but he acted on impulse, something that took him by surprise.

And now, there's this conversation. He didn't mean to say he wanted to see you again. It was something that just came out, and he… hated it. He always thinks before he speaks. He hasn't known you for very long, but you're already throwing him off, causing a stir in his usually calm emotions.

The car comes to a stop in front of a high-end boutique. You look out the window, and you recognize the place immediately. When you and Alhaitham walk inside, you instantly smile when you see one of your close friends, Candace, a creative designer for a luxury brand.

Candace instantly smiles when she sees you.

"Ooh, is the creative director checking up on their employees tonight?" you ask.

"Oh, you know me, girl. I'm always keeping tabs," Candace jokes. She waves the two salespeople away, and the two slightly bow to you and Alhaitham before leaving. "Our spring collection just came out. I wanted to see how they set it up." Candace is about to pull you into a hug when she sees the noticeable stain on your clothes. "Yikes. How'd that happen?"

“More or less an accident.”

“Don’t tell me it was because of you, Haitham.”

You look from Candace to Alhaitham. “You two know each other?”

“Haitham and I are friends. We met at Akademiya.” She smiles at you. “It’s when I was in my graduate program.”

Should you be surprised that Alhaitham went to one of the most prestigious schools in the country? Probably not. This man’s full of surprises.

“So… how do you two know each other?” Candace continues.

“We work together,” Alhaitham answers.

“You work together?” Candace looks at you. “Did you switch jobs?”

“No. Why would you think that?”

Candace glances at Alhaitham. “Because he’s a scholar at Akademiya.” A… scholar at Akademiya? “Wait a minute. Did you… not know that?”

“You’re a scholar at Akademiya?” you ask Alhaitham. “Then… what are you doing as CEO at Sumeru Entertainment?”

“You’re a CEO at Sumeru Entertainment now?” Candace asks incredulously. “Wait, wait! What is going on?”

You and Candace turn to Alhaitham as if he has some serious explaining to do. Alhaitham isn’t surprised.

"I was originally a scholar at Akademiya," he explains. "My grandfather is recovering from a health issue, so… he wanted me to take over his position for a year. After that, I'll be returning to my position at Akademiya."

“What kind of research do you do?” you ask curiously.

“AI. AR. VR. Anything that has to do with technology.”

Candace nudges you. “He’s very well-respected at Akademiya. He's one of the best there.”

“Coming from you, I guess that must be true," you say.

Candace smiles. “Oh, well, since you’re on this date, I thought—”

“It’s not a date."

Candace puts a hand on her hip at your denial. “Then what’s this?” she asks, gesturing to you and Alhaitham. “Is it part of a CEO's job to take his employee shopping? Seems a little suspicious to me."

“I’m returning a debt."

Candace raises a brow. “A debt? It’s not like you to owe anyone anything, Haitham.”

“Let’s just say it was slightly out of my control.”

“Well, the important thing is that you two are having fun. I guess the reason why you’re here is because of that stain, right?” Candace loops her arm around yours. “You’re in luck!”

As Alhaitham watches you and Candace walk away, he hears his secretary come beside him.

“...May I ask what your relationship is with this woman?”

"Is it something you'll report to my grandfather?"

“Well, the truth is… your grandfather would like you to get reacquainted with Layla.”

Alhaitham sighs. “He wants us to marry, doesn’t he?” He takes his secretary’s silence as a yes. “We aren’t tools. We’re people.”

“Your grandfather only has good intentions. Please don’t misunderstand.”

“Layla is an old friend. I wouldn't mind meeting her, but not with the motive of marrying her.”

Candace looks around the corner. “Are you going to keep standing there, or are you going to help, Haitham?”

Alhaitham follows Candace and sees you come out of the dressing room wearing an airy white blouse with a flower pattern. You've tucked it nicely into your black pants, emphasizing your nice waistline and curves. Not that Alhaitham is going to comment on that.

“Well, what do you think?” Candace asks him.

“It looks good.”

“...That’s it? That’s all you’re going to say?”

Is he… supposed to say more? Candace sighs. “This may not be a date, but you’re still accompanying her, aren’t you? You’ve been gone from the dating game for too long, old man.”

"Why do I sense you want me to compliment her for your amusement, Candace?"

“Oh, Haitham, you know I’m just looking out for you,” she says dramatically.

“Stop playing matchmaker.”

Candace rolls her eyes with a slight grin. Then, she walks back to you, and Alhaitham sits on a nearby couch. He looks at his watch. He still has some time left.

As he watches you come out wearing outfit after outfit, it's the last one that makes him unable to look away. A satin blazer dress that reaches your knees. Simple. Elegant. It's the neutral, earthy colours that suit you best. The dark brown belt on your waist is a nice touch.

You're looking in the mirror when Alhaitham approaches you from behind.

“What do you think?”

“...I like it,” you say.

You see his gentle smile in the mirror. “Me too.”

You turn around. “I’m going to change back.”

Alhaitham can smell the shampoo in your hair. You get a whiff of his cologne. He can hear his heartbeat in his ears. You can feel the blood rush to your cheeks.

"Hey, have you—" You and Alhaitham almost immediately step away from each other upon hearing Candace's voice. She smirks. "Oh, sorry. Was I interrupting something?"

“No.”

You and Alhaitham turn to each other as she laughs. "Right, okay. Of course, I wasn't." Then, she walks up to you. "Ooh, this one's nice!"

“Did you design this one?” you ask.

Candace smiles. “You know my touch too well, my dear.”

You laugh. “Of course!”

Soon, you go to change, and Alhaitham is waiting for you at the counter with Candace.

“She’s single, you know,” she says with a smile.

“...I know.”

“And you’re single.”

“Candace,” Alhaitham deadpans. “I don’t need another Kaveh in my life.”

“Okay. Fair enough.” She pushes herself off the back counter. Then, her tone turns stern. “I know you’re not that type of guy, but I still want to say that you better not mess with her.”

Alhaitham understands where Candace is coming from, but it sounds more than just a general warning. It’s as if she knows something.

Soon, you join them at the counter, and you’re about to take out your card when Candace says, “Oh, don’t worry about it. Haitham already paid.”

You quickly turn to him. “I said I’d get you new clothes,” he says.

“But—”

“He got a discount,” Candace adds. “To him, it’s nothing. Right?”

“Oh, I don’t know, Candace,” he says with a small smile. “I think anyone would like things for free.”

“Well, well, look at you joking around.” She laughs. “You must be in a good mood tonight.”

Alhaitham looks at you. “Should we go?”

“Come back soon, loves!”

On the way back to your place, you glance at Alhaitham. If he’s a scholar at Akademiya, why did he accept the offer of being a stand-in CEO? For the money? Just because he has connections? It's as if he knows you're looking at him because he casually looks back.

“...Are you curious about something?”

You think about asking but then think better of it. It’s not your business, anyway. “It’s nothing.”

Both of you turn away. Is it really nothing? But then Alhaitham thinks about asking his questions. Why did you become a screenwriter? How did you and Candace meet? What… happened in your last relationship?

“Did you and Candace go to school together?” he finally asks.

You and he look at each other at the same time. It's you who cracks a small smile first. "What? Are we playing twenty questions now?"

“Unless you have something else in mind.”

“I don’t know… I mean… some kitty fun doesn’t seem like a bad idea right now.”

You notice the twinkle in his eyes.

“Well, neighbour, good things come to those who wait.”

You relax a little. “Candace and I met at a bar.”

While that’s not completely unusual, don’t people usually meet significant others or hookups at bars?

“It wasn't too long after I got out of my relationship,” you say. “She helped me get out of a really bad place.”

“...I’m glad you had someone with you.”

You smile at the thought. “Yeah, definitely.” Then, you look at him. “Were you two classmates at Akademiya?”

“Her professor was friends with me.”

“You were friends with a professor?”

“Is that… strange?”

“Well… weren’t you a student? I’ve never heard a student calling a professor their friend.”

Alhaitham chuckles. “I wasn’t a student. I was an instructor there.”

An… instructor? Wait a minute. "If you were an instructor when Candace was studying there… and you're a scholar at Akademiya now…." He must be older than you by quite a few years if you did your math right. But he looks around the same age as you.

“I graduated earlier than everyone else,” Alhaitham says. “I didn’t take any gap years either.”

“...Ah, you’re one of those people.”

Alhaitham raises a brow. “Those people?”

“Overachievers.”

He chuckles. “Are you just jealous, neighbour?”

“Hey, mind you, I graduated with distinction.”

“Then, that means you were doing your job right as a student.”

You look out the window. "...Still. Just because you get good grades doesn't mean you'll succeed in life."

“There are different definitions of success in life." He turns to you. "How do you define it?"

"That's a hard-hitting question there, Mr. CEO."

"Employees should always be on their A-game to answer these 'hard-hitting' questions."

"I feel the pressure."

Alhaitham chuckles.

A short while later, you say, "...Simplicity." You look at him. "That's the blanket term I'd use."

"That term can embody a lot of things. The simplicity of the mind... which can cause more harm than good. The simplicity of the heart which protects us from twisted desires."

You smile. "There will always be two sides of the same coin. But, is a sharp mind not also one that thinks in simple terms?"

Alhaitham holds your stare until the car stops in front of your apartment.

"Well, thanks for the clothes and the ride back today," you say.

“When are you moving in?” Alhaitham asks.

“This weekend. Why?”

“Have you told reception so they can lock off the elevators for you that day?”

“Ah… I was thinking of going tomorrow.”

Alhaitham smiles. "I can do it for you. But I'll need a way to let you know."

You narrow your eyes. “Are you… asking for my number?”

“How else can I let you know?”

“Email? Our work communication channels?”

“It’s my preference to keep personal matters separate from work. Outside of work… we’re friends, aren’t we?”

“...Maybe.”

“I guess that’s an accomplishment from last time when you bluntly said no.”

“Did I hurt your feelings? Do I… have to make up for it?” you joke.

“All I need is a number. Your number.”

That... was not supposed to come out. Not so direct, at least. Well, there's no use crying over spilt milk.

You pull out your phone and exchange numbers with Alhaitham, something you never thought you would do. But maybe this is just one of life's strange curveballs.

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You aren't surprised that Childe asks you about Alhaitham the next morning. On the contrary, you're thankful that he has the sense to ask while you are getting your usual daily coffee together rather than in the office.

"He looks like a total ladies' man," Childe says, grabbing the coffee he ordered for you and him. He hands you your order. "Did he treat you right?"

“He’s… fine.”

"Fine, as in like… yeah, he's alright. Or fine as in… damn, he's hot, which I honestly think he is." You almost laugh, but Childe sees that smile. "What? Straight girls can call other girls pretty or hot, but guys can't?"

“I didn’t say anything.”

"So? Which is he?"

You and Childe walk inside the building and stop in front of an elevator.

"Fine, as in… he's… fine."

Childe rolls his eyes. “Yeah, that really clears it up.”

“Morning!”

Tighnari walks up to you and Childe, and the two of you wave at him.

"You'll never guess what happened yesterday, Tighnari," Childe says. You shoot Childe a look, and he replies, "It's Tighnari. He won't tell a soul."

“What happened?”

More employees gather around the elevators, and you elbow Childe to keep him quiet. Finally, he gets the signal and whispers to Tighnari, "I'll tell you later."

When the elevator door in front of you, Childe, and Tighnari opens, you're once again staring into the eyes of Alhaitham. You can never seem to catch a break from this guy.

“Oh, Alhaitham!”

Tighnari immediately looks at Childe, and you know exactly what he’s thinking. How is Childe being so casual with the CEO?

The morning rush has everyone packed in elevators like sardines. It's bad enough that you're on the same elevator as Alhaitham. But because of the rush, you're squished up against him because of all the people.

“Sorry,” you say quietly.

“...It’s not something we have control over,” he whispers in your ear.

Your floor can’t come fast enough.

It feels like an eternity when it's finally just you, Childe, Tighnari, and Alhaitham in the elevator. The lift is still going up when Childe notices the bag in Alhaitham's hand. But it's not the bag that gets his attention. Instead, it's what's inside.

“Are those clothes?” he asks.

Alhaitham looks at the bag. He'd meant to give you Childe's clothes so you could return them to him without causing a fuss or misunderstanding. Will Childe notice? Hopefully, he doesn't—

“Hey, I think I have the same ones!”

You and Alhaitham look at each other; he knows exactly what you’re thinking as your eyes say it all. It’s Childe’s clothes, isn’t it? Alhaitham subtly nods, and you almost groan.

"I didn't think we'd have the same fashion sense," Childe continues.

Alhaitham doesn’t know what to say. Should he even say anything?

The elevator doors open, and you almost sigh in relief that it's Chlide's floor.

“Well, see ya at lunch, baby doll!”

As soon as Childe leaves, Tighnari looks at you and says, “I thought you told him to stop with the nicknames at work.”

“Is Childe ever one to listen?”

Tighnari laughs. “Good point.”

When it's time for you and Tighnari to get off, you aren't expecting Alhaitham to follow you. But he gets off on the same floor and says your name. So, you tell Tighnari to go on ahead.

Alhaitham hands you the bag, and you take it. "...I was going to give it to you later."

You sigh. “I’m just glad he didn’t find out. Anyway, I’ll give this back to him at lunch.”

“...Before you leave”—Alhaitham slips a hand inside his pocket—“I can make him stop with the nicknames.”

You wave a hand dismissively. "It's not a big deal. If it was, he would've stopped, but he knows I'm not too bothered by it."

“But I—”

But he is. And he almost let that slip.

He clears his throat and forces a little smile. “Let’s keep it professional at work. What he calls you outside isn’t my business.”

You shrug. “Sure.”

As he watches you walk away, Alhaitham sighs and presses the button for the elevator.

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Later in the day, Childe is enjoying a hot cup of joe in the large open area on his floor when he sees Alhaitham walk in. Childe greets him casually, and Alhaitham returns it with a polite nod.

“What are you doing here?” Childe asks, walking up to him as Alhaitham makes himself some coffee.

“I just had a meeting on this floor.”

Childe nods and sips his drink. “Can I ask you something?”

Alhaitham just looks at him.

“Why did you do that yesterday? You know… give her your jacket and everything.”

“Is it wrong to help someone in need?”

“That’s… not exactly what I meant. It just seemed a little overboard.”

Did it? It didn't seem like that to Alhaitham. Well, everyone sees things differently.

“...I heard you two are close friends,” Alhaitham says, pouring the coffee into a mug.

“Yeah. We know all the ins and outs of each other.”

Maybe that’s why Childe is so comfortable calling you nicknames. However, why are you two so close? Just from school? How long have you known each other?

“Your relationship with her isn’t my business. But”—Alhaitham looks at him sternly—”stop with the nicknames at work.”

Childe visibly stiffens. “...Sure. Gotcha.” He takes another sip of his coffee. “How, uh, how was the date with her yesterday night?”

Alhaitham remembers the surprised look on your face when he bluntly said he wanted your number. Well, it got the job done, at least.

“...Alhaitham?” Childe's voice snaps him out of his thoughts. “You okay? You zoned out there for a minute.” Then, he smiles. “Must be the meetings, right? Bet you have another one coming up.”

Yeah. It must be the meetings, Alhaitham convinces himself. He's still getting used to corporate life, so he's been out of his element lately.

Alhaitham chuckles softly, which makes Childe even more confused. "Yes, you're right." Alhaitham pats your friend on the back. "It's the meetings." Then, with his cup of coffee, he walks away.

Childe slightly tilts his head.

What a strange guy.

Chapter Six

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theswissgirl · 7 months

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Into your arms - A Saul Silva imagine

Another scenario that I want to write :)

This is a Saul Silva imagine, from Fate; The Winx Saga

In this scenario, I always imagined her to be Bloom's sister and they sort of the share the power of the dragon flame

Her name is Delilah and she is a fire fairy and of course, she is Silva's girl

Based on Season 2 Episode 3 : Your Newfound Popularity

(credits to the owner of the picture)

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I'm out of my head, out of my mind, oh, I

If you let me, I'll beOut of my dress and into your arms tonight

Yeah, I'm lost without it

Feels like I'm always waitin'I need you to come get me

Out of my head, and into your arms tonight

- Into Your Arms, Witt Lowry & Ava Max

After the display Stella put on at the banquet, everyone had gone to retire to their homes, leaving Bloom and Delilah alone at the dining table.

Delilah was tired and exhausted, she just wanted to go to her bed and close her eyes but sleep has not come easy for her.

For her thoughts were always occupied with one person and one person only.

Saul Silva.

The man she loved above anything else.

It pains her greatly that she is not able to see him, even after the winx rescued him from being transported to Polaris, she knew that it would be dangerous from him to come see her. She still missed him nonetheless.

Rosalind joins them.

"I know. It's a lot" she says, looking at delilah and bloom.

Bloom was the first to say something, "When we first spoke at the Stone Cirlce, you said the blood witches were the one who kidnapped us and held us at Aster Dell"

"Is that because of this thing inside us? Dragon Flame?" delilah asked inquisitively, looking up at Rosalind.

Rosalind nodded.

"It is"

Delilah heart starts to race and she feels herself tense at the new found information.

Bloom draws her eyebrows together, confusion evicent on her face, "What about our birth parents? Do they have it too or are they-" Rosalind cuts her off.

"I-- I wasn't lying back then" Rosalind sits down in the chair next to Bloom.

" I don't know where you came from. But the blood witches will. We'll fight them and we'll work it out" she says with conviction.

"you've already kept so much from us, I don't know if we can trust you" Delilah speaks up.

Rosalind clicks her tongue and slides a piece of paper over to her.

"Maybe this will help"

Delilah picks up the paper and reads the contents of it and then pauses when she reads "criminal pardon".

She looks to Rosalind, "What is this?"

"It's a pardon" a voice spoke up from behind them.

suddenly, delilah's heart tightened painfully in her chest and she is overcome with shock and surprise. She whips around in her chair and turns around to see the love of her life standing by the door way. Her breathing picks up and she takes in his appearance.

He is wearing the uniform of the specialist, his face is clean shaven and his hair is in styled in order, keeping it from crowding his face.

He looked good.

And dear lord did he look good in that uniform, the clothing hugging him in all the right places.

"Silva" her voice cracks as she is overcome with an intense amount of relief.

But Delilah had to be careful as Rosalind had no knowledge of their relationship so she had to try her damn hardest to keep her emotions concealed.

As did Saul.

When all he wanted was to run to his girl and pull her into his arms, instead he walks down the steps and moves to stand behind her chair, feeling temporarily content with just standing close to her.

"I've been working Arthur for a week for a damn thing. Stella almost fucked it up this afternoon, but..-" Bloom cuts off Rosalind.

Delilah was too stunned to say anything.

" I don't understand. Why are you-" Rosalind cuts bloom off in return.

" It's time to put aside our differences, we have a common enemy. The blood witches are a scourge on the Other World. Everytime wer drive them out, they come crawling back" Rosland says.

"She's right. And if they are gathering strength to make a move, we need to stop them before it's too late" Silva spoke up from where he stood, serving as another reminder for Delilah that he was actually here, he was alright.

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Delilah had the suite too herself.

Bloom was off reading about blood witches.

Stella was with Beatrix

Musa was on a walk with her headphones.

Aisa was probably somewhere with Grey.

Terra and Flora were god knows where.

Once she got back to her room, she immediately changed out of her dress and rid her face of the make up she had to wear. She changed into some black sleeping shorts with a cropped dark green tank top.

She could not stop pacing back and forth, her heart and wind were racing. She knew that Saul was coming to see her as they were not able to even have a conversation in front of Rosalind which meant that now, was perfect for them.

She felt like a high school girl who grew nervous at the sight of her crush. Yes, her and Silva have been together for a whole year now but he still manages to sum a herd of butterflies in her stomach.

It's kind of sweet if you think about, after all these months of being separated, she still feels so strongly about him and their relationship.

It was no doubt the she loved him unconditionally.

A knock on her window interrupts her train of thought, she jumps and whirls around quickly and she sees Saul, waiting for her to open the window.

And when she does, he moves like lightning and pulls her into his arms, stumbling forward at the same time. She is quick to wrap her arms tightly around his neck, burying her face in his neck and breathing in his scent that effectively calms her racing heart.

God she missed him so much.

Saul wrapped his arms tightly around her waist, pulling her in so close she can hardly draw in a breath, he too buries his face in her hair, relishing in the feel of having his girl so close.

"I missed you so much" she whimpered into his neck, tears gathering in her eyes.

" I know, sweetheart. You have no idea how much it drove me insane not having you close to me" He said softly.

He pulls her away from him and moves his hands to cup her face and gently caress her cheeks, his eyes moving all around her face to get a good look at her.

She was always so beautiful in his eyes. And she still is.

He smiles before pulling her close again and leaning his face closer to hers. Slowly, they lean in closer and delilah closes her eyes milliseconds before her lips were going to meet his. Finally, Silva's lips brushed against hers, then he crashes their lips together.

The kiss starts out slowly, giving each other to familiarize themselves again and explore each others mouth. Deliliah tilts her head in order to a slightly deeper angle and she moves to wrap her arms around his neck and interlocking her hands there. She deepens the kiss and Silvas has no problem with that.

The kiss became more passionate and heated, both picking up the pace so its more faster and rough. Delilah lets out little moans as Silva starts backing backwards towards her bed and he sits down at the edge, pulling her to straddle his lap.

This meant that Delilah face was above his, enabling her to deepen the kiss even more. After a minute or two of their making out, they pulled away from each other, really needing to suck in some oxygen and refocus themselves.

Delilah leans her forehead on Silva's, closes her eyes and smiles.

I've missed that too" she laughed lightly.

He chuckled lowly, "me too love, me too" he pulls her closer to him.

Delilah had to admit, the way they were positioned was making her head spin and she could feel her body slowly coming alive under his touch.

She's not surprised, her body and mind have gone months without his touch, a reaction was going to be inevitable but she didn't mind.

Right then, a yawn escapes her.

She knew that she wanted him but she was way too tired to engage in that certain activity. Silva could see that too.

"Come on darling, lets get you to bed" he picks her up and carries her to her bed, pulling the blankets from the bed, placing her in it and then pulling the covers to cover her body. He then got in behind her, moving his arms around her body once more and pulling her closer to his.

The proximity of their bodies was making her even more sleepy as she could feel her eyes beginn to feel heavy.

But before she gives into the demand of sleep, she whispers one last thing.

"I love you"

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not gonna bother proof reading her grammatical mistakes, I'm too tired for that.

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onedaughterofman · 1 year

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Writing Sessions #7 (Papa Emeritus I x g/n reader)

Summary: Your punishment for not memorizing the Lord's word is to have some special lessons with the head of the chruch himself.

Tags/Warnings: +18, orgasm denial, power imbalance, desk sex, kinda abuse of authority?, slight dom/sub dynamics, teasing, not so explicit but oral sex, fingering, improper use of Nameless Ghoul. Blonde Peepaw. I didn't proof read this, sorry.

A/N: Satan whispered in my ear and I listened to it. "Make them Peepaw fuckers," he said, and I replied: "Whatever you say, King." Partially inspired by @ghestie-nun Primo wip

A loud noise shatters the silence in the room. The sting of the ruler on your inner thigh is enough to force a hiss through your teeth, jaw clenching tight. An angry, red mark begins to form on the skin.

Fuck.

“Did I say you could stop?”

The claws dig deeper in your flesh. Not enough to pierce the skin, but with the necessary strength to make you endure it. Legs spread on the desk, you are left completely at the mercy of him.

Papa Emeritus I. The one who most Siblings fear and respect, because of his authoritarian nature and severe personality. He’s mostly a solitary figure, quietly walking around the long halls always surrounded by his ghouls.

Primo is a strong man, capable of rendering a bunch of Siblings silent with only one look. And now those mismatched, deep eyes fall on your face, harsh as always. There’s disappointment coating his pupils, wood ruler still firm between his fingers.

“You need to focus more on the texts,” he adds, clicking his tongue. “Distractions and temptations are all around us, but we must learn the word of our Father nonetheless.”

Slowly, the cold wood slides over your skin, knuckles ghosting on the burning, red spot. It hurts, but it also provides an unexpected relief. His hands are icy too, skin hardened by time. Primo works a lot, in the Ministry and the garden, and his fingers know exactly how to move to provoke a reaction.

Shivers explode up and down your spine. Your body quivers, trying to move away from his exploring fingers, but it’s useless. The Ghoul behind you won’t release you, won’t yield no matter how much you squirm. His chest is hot and hard behind your back, and you can only fall more onto his body, trying to hide.

“Continue.”

The book shakes so much in your loose grip, but not as much as your legs when Primo’s head goes back between them, warm breath hitting right in your most sensitive spots.

Fuck, again.

You want him. No, not want. You need him, right here, right now. You want your Papa to take you in this desk, to pound wildly into you until you can’t do anything more than to call out his name, brain completely fogged with pleasure and lust. Still, he doesn’t move. His fingers keep circling around your body, coated in his own saliva and your excitement.

The disappointment clings to his blown pupils. “If you stop, so will I.”

The oxygen is not nearly enough when you gather a deep breath, raw air burning all the way down your lungs. Your voice trembles, merely a whisper, and your throat is dry, almost like sandpaper. You need him to grant you release, to free you from this tortuous teasing that you have been receiving for what feels like hours, now.

When Primo reprimanded you earlier for now knowing today’s gospel, you expected nothing of it. You were a bit embarrassed, of course, but he looked unhappy, mad even. His jaw was clenched tight, and there was a heavy furrow on his face when he ordered you to meet him in his office later.

This is not what you expected.

“How hast thou fallen from heaven, Lucifer. I shall be as my father, who is of many forms. I shall be at one with the Fire, Darkness and Storm…”

Your voice breaks when his tongue finally joins his fingers. Primo follows a slow, tortuous rhythm, something both capable of transporting you to the edge of pleasure and then cast you back down on the floor. All your muscles are tense, and from behind you can hear a low, rumbling growl coming from the Ghoul. His claws dig deeper, forcing another gasp out of your mouth.

“I will ascend…” Primo urges, cheek resting on your thigh. It’s a breathtaking sight to behold, and your eyes scan every inch of it, from the wetness coating his mouth and chin, to the smudged paint, to the way his blonde, wavy hair falls around his face. There is also white and black paint on your skin, marking the path he followed from your neck to your waist.

“I will ascend to Heaven. Above the stars I will raise my throne. There is no God beside me…”

For a long moment, Papa doesn’t mention anything. Then, looking up at you through his lashes, he lets out a hum that travels right through your body, vibrations softly caressing your sweet spots. Face buried between your thighs, devouring you with a measured pace, Primo looks pleased, almost proud as you continue to recite from the texts.

Voice full of air and high pitched, you finish the paragraph right at the edge of your orgasm. When you can feel it coming, legs trembling and toes curling, it escapes right thought your fingers. Primo’s name dies in the tip of your tongue, turning into nothing but a frustrated moan.

Out of a mysterious mercy, the Ghoul lets go of you. Your joints ache and your muscles remain tense, chest heaving.

“Don’t look at me like that, Sibling. This is your punishment after all,” Primo says, deftly working on the buttons of his habits while he licks the fingers of his other hand. “Our Father has been kind enough to share his knowledge with us. You still have much more to learn.”

Then, taking his righteous place between your spread legs, he towers over your exposed body. His long hair falls around you, tickling at the sensitive, overstimulated skin. “Turn the page,” he orders.

As always, you obey.

ps: peepaw can fuck.

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sugarteeferz · 3 months

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Drabbles from a fanfic I'm writing

“Bite me,” he whispered as I breathed into his neck and he caressed my hair gently. “Bite me again.” I traced the muscles of his throat with my lips slowly, pausing to appreciate the feeling of his pulsing veins underneath. I took a deep breath, drank in his scent, and let myself become lost in it as I closed my eyes. His hand on the back of my head pushed me closer with urgency. I gazed up at him and our eyes met — his eyes were pleading, desperate, athirst, and when he spoke his voice was breathless and full of longing. “Please,” he begged.

💕

He wiped at his face, tongue running ravenously across his bloody knuckles, tasting delicately. Trembling rapid breaths came out of his parted lips, reddened with a deep scarlet that dripped down from his mouth, his tongue wiping it off tenderly as if savoring the juice of a fruit. The blood streamed across his face, tainting his pale skin with all kinds of different shades of red, dyeing his hair, shifting it from a gentle nightly raven into wet, pitch-black darkness. His face was soaked with it, thick ruby lines sliding down from the top of his head down to his throat, and when his eyes blinked it dripped from his delicate lashes and slowly traveled across his cheeks as if it were tears. His gaze, frantic, intense, hostile, had a fire glowing deep within the depths of the ocean inside his blue irises, a submerged volcano gathering heat, eager to erupt, overtaken by a primal need to destroy, to kill. Such a need manifested itself on the rest of his figure, too; his trembling, blood-soaked hands, fists clenched tightly close to his ruined shirt; his tense shoulders mirroring the overall stiffness of his movements; his forehead squinted in a frown, dirt, gravel and grass clinging to his body stubbornly, making him into an utterly chaotic mess, darkening his bloody ragged clothes. Traces of violence were all over him, the hunt he had partaken in, the kill he had made. He looked like a frantic, rabid, wild thing, threatening and uncontrollable, monstrous, dangerous. Beautiful, I thought, watching the way the blood journeyed across his muscles, almost following the trailing of his veins, as if trying to return to where it believed it belonged. Beautiful, I thought, observing the utter hunger in which he licked the blood off his face and hands, loving the way he seemed to lose himself completely to the taste, as if it were ambrosia, godly nectar gifting him eternal life, glory, grace. Beautiful, I thought, staring at the man I saved, at the man I changed, at the man I gave a form to, a form he belonged in, a form that was truthful to his nature and soul. Beautiful, I thought, because he was beautiful; his oceanic eyes that transported me to a different world, his corvid hair that felt like silk, his soft skin that always felt so peculiarly warm, his complex and unique scent, urban, candid, and now, forestry. His bad sense of style that yet seemed to always work, no matter what. His destructive nature stamped in every movement he made, every word he spoke, every glance he cast. His utterly primal desire for blood and death, to harm, rip, tear, and bite -- animalistic, carnivorous, horrifying. Beautiful. My heart stopped for a second; I paused to observe the way the moonlight danced on his pale skin, making him glow. Paused to watch the way the red contrasted the rest of his colors yet complimented them completely; magnificent, divine, perfect. I wanted to paint him, and at that moment what I desired most was to immortalize that scene, and make it into an eternal relic for me to treasure, more than just a memory to reflect on. I wanted to make that moment, a moment that felt like a dream, feel real, wanted to feel the coldness of a heavy picture frame on my hands, feel the weight of it pressed against my heart in a loving embrace. Our eyes met while I watched him exist with his newfound self. He smiled softly at me with blood-tainted teeth, a dirty, messy thing. My heart seemed to stop once again, a sense of dizziness urging to take over, a fluttering growing inside my stomach rapidly like an approaching storm. I maintained control, although through shaky, weakened breaths. I smiled back. Beautiful, I thought, watching the man I called a friend savor the blood of a person he so brutally destroyed, the man I realized I was helplessly, catastrophically, profoundly in love with.

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sergeantnarwhalwrites · 3 months

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The Worker and The Protestor

I finally finished my notebook *victory screech*. This is what ended off my notebook. I see this being revamped a bit to fit in with my actual Robots & Gardens not just a side off thing. Here we get a dive on Digits' work life and her little crush on Peace. I have so much shit to do XD But I have chosen instead to drink and type this out then get back to work. Me and this Jeager got me through this so I apologize for fuck ups now.

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Digits grumbled beneath her breath. Lumber over either shoulder that should have been loaded onto one of the transport machines. Shitty little bots that had a variety of bed sizes. Most of the workers just referred to them as “luggers”. They were kinda like trucks with brains but way harder to love. At least you could camp out in a truck bed. These little fucks would toss you into the nearest pit, thinking you were just the next load of building material.

Just as their name foretold. The damn thing busted. Go fucking figure. Some dumbass probably loading too much on a lugger with too small of a bed size.

“Do you even think they tried to get decent ones? Swear this is the fifth lugger to bust this week. They don’t even get a pair at a time no more.” Brian, her roommate and favorite coworker said.

Both grimaced at the lumber added to their stacks. The weight making their feet sink lower into the padding of their shoes. Arguably neither of them had much of that to begin with. Digits’ voice deepened, wavering as she took a step forward. Refusing for any more weight to be added to her bad shoulders. Still aching from a seize up in her arms that had happened a few days prior.

“Only the best for our bitch ass employees.” Digits mocked, pursing her lips and sounding off with a kiss far more enthusiastic than she felt.

Brian’s laughs left in huffs. Carrying his own load over broad shoulders. Uncovered at that, and yes everyone thought he was a weirdo for it.

“Better be cautious.”

Digits scoffed, “Or what they’ll find a way to fuck me up worse?”

“I guess. Carrying around all this isn’t gonna bust some hydraulics or something right?” Brian gave her that concerned look.

That one that was hilarious when he had his bright green emotional support vape hanging from his mouth. Fruity clouds slowly seep from the cracks in his mouth. Slow, unmotivated puffs from his nose too. Headache-inducing, Fruit Loop scented, probably flavored too, clouds forming a field of fumes. It was amazing the man’s eyes never teared up from it. Instead, they drooped to focus intently on Digits. Urgently drifting back to the game.

Arguably Digits still found his concern in her right now hilarious.

“I don’t even know if my prosthetics have hydraulics,” Digits said.

“Haven’t you busted them like a dozen times?”

“Doesn’t mean I know what’s inside of them.”

“I really think that’s part of the problem.”

“You’re really siding with the shit prosthetics. That are probably cooking some nerves in my arms?”

With a quiet arrangement of grunts, she lowered herself to her knee. Muscles flexing beneath her clothing. She slowly leaned aside sliding the stacks into one of the feeders for bulk cuts. She rolled her eyes. Cursing when a stack had briefly tugged her by her high-vis vest. Brian forced the lumber into a tarped bed that would have been attached to a lugger.

“We can’t afford to get them fixed if you bust them Digits,” Brian said breathless.

“We can’t afford. It’s that simple.” Digits stated forcing her way free.

Digits flexed her fingers individually, forcibly straightening out one. She rolled up the sleeves of her hoodie tugging the work issued phone from her back pocket. Arms burning from the strain. Artificial skin unhappily passing over the cracked screen.

She tapped around blankly, eyes scanning the plans for the build and the objectives for the day. Eyes darting back to the time.

“Looks like we need to have the general framework up. Can’t tell if they want a factory or a home though.” Digits joked a bit.

“So we’ve been carting stuff around without any bot help for a fucking private home?” Brian silently fumed.

“An estate,” Digits corrected holding back a laugh at the look on Brain’s face.

He pulled down a pair of safety glasses, running his finger along the top of the lens. A yellow light flickering on in the corner, indicating he was viewing the plans. His fingers tapped absentmindedly at his tool belt. His high-vis vest hung limply from his back pocket. Brian grunted to himself. His eyes darting behind the glasses as he looked at the same schematics Digits was looking at.

Charging feet of other construction members rushed past them. Some hoisting lumber. Some bullying the growing collection of busted machinery.

“I’d start prepping the cuts but I think the gaggle needs some help.”

“You can always set the cuts for the bulk sets. Hold out though.” Digits lifted her head suddenly far more interested in her surroundings, “The protestors will be around soon.”

“Makes sense why those goofs are running then. Trying to look busy on the cameras.” Brian sounded like he was almost scolding them but he did linger around the cutter longer than usual.

Digits laughed softly. She unbuckled her vest, rolling her sleeves back down.

“Yeah, and I’m gonna go see if the lasers on the cutters are actually working.”

Brian laughed, “Uh huh. Might as well check if the machine is working.”

“That’ll take up so much time,” Digits grinned enjoying their banter.

“Enough time to have a personal moment with the red-headed deviant?”

“No such thing as enough time for that.” Digits crossed her arms, face going redder than it currently was from the labor.

The redheaded protestor had approached the grounds. Most of the workers slowing to look over in her direction. A dozen or so of her followers having filtered through to block cameras with signs. Probably advising against this land usage or maybe the waste of money this was. Digits wasn’t really sure. She hadn’t wanted to ruin the mood by asking.

The redhead had paint staining her jersey and hands. Meaning she had probably made those signs. And had probably caused some other destruction on the way.

Digits wondered if she should hate the protestors. Sometimes they did make their lives harder. But even Digits realized it was the company that forced them to deal with it at the end of the day. So the workers can only be mad at the people who hired them. Since the company they worked for had loved to totter the line of giving enough fucks for their workers. It was nice to have the company leads mad at additional people. Almost healing.

The redhead's eyes found Digits. Digits grinned at the silent recognition, her eyes already on the protestor. Peace walked over to the woman, tapping Digits with her foot. The battered shoe knocked dirt off of Digits’ jeans.

“Cameras aren’t watching. Think you’ve worked hard enough?” Peace asked leaning down some in attempts to minimize the distance between them.

“Hey, Peace,” Digits grinned shoving her hands in her hoodie pockets, “Definitely.”

Peace and Digits wandered off to a spray painted curb nearby. Digits sat first sighing content, even though she was resting weary muscles on cement. Peace followed shortly after sitting beside her. She placed both of her arms behind her, stretching her legs out.

“Anything special you want to talk about?” Peace asked curiously, tilting her head in Digits’ direction.

Digits tugged at her fingers inside of her hoodie pocket. Not knowing if there was something big to mention. They had been getting closer as of late. But she refused to give too much away too soon. Arguably it might be too late for that anyway.

Her eyes focused on Peace’s face. Glistening from the sweat, sun seeming to hit her skin just right. She noticed that she could spot Peace’s freckles more easily than usual. She blinked softly seeing the shimmer.

“Not really. Thanks for the paid break though.” Digits laughed trying and failing to get herself to look anywhere else.

“I’d do it for you anytime. It’s kinda fun pissing off the people that put money into being in charge of y’all.” Peace responded, flashing teeth as she grinned.

Digits skinned flushed. She tapped her fingers anxiously on the curb now. Gawking at the beauty beside her. It felt nice not being surrounded by her coworkers all day. Even if her heartbeat was pounding at her temples.

“Appreciated.” Digits spoke, struggling to keep her voice level, proceeding to ask, “Is that makeup?”

Peace beamed now. All teeth, all excitement. She grabbed Digits’ hand dusting it off on the knee of her far less dirty pants. Fully unaware of the widening of Digits’ eyes. Peace guided her hand to her cheek.

“Touch. It doesn’t even smear.” Peace’s joy radiated like the sun on them right now, damn there killer, “Green got it for me.”

Digits tried to speak. Her words nothing more than off pitch babbles. Glad that nodding starstruck was taken as an acceptable answer. Sweat sliding down her forehead and almost into her eye as she tried to memorize the feeling of Peace’s skin. Face reddening as she trailed her hand along Peace’s jaw. Wishing the protestor would just kiss her hand.

Peace quickly tapped the edge of her forehead to Digits’s.

“See told you. Doesn’t even smear.”

Peace grabbed Digits’s hand, holding it out. Her hand remained as unremarkable as before. But her busted hands got to touch the woman of dreams.

Digits sighed, damn there dreamily, smiling with a little more teeth than usual “Yeah. She got you good shit.”

#writeblr #random writes #the gays are gaying #Digits is down bad #Still working out technology shit and Digit's job #Long post

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