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Subspace // Batboys x Fem!Reader

Summary: Azriel introduces Rhysand and Cassian to Subspace, with your help, of course.

A/N: Please make sure to read the tags before reading. Specifically for the breathplay aspect, as it's nearly to the point of passing out. This is also a reminder that this is a work of fiction and not a way to teach fetishes; if I have described anything wrong, then I apologise; this is just my interpretation of a specific scenario. It is not real. Please stay safe out there if trying different kinks, only practice with those you trust!

Tags: 18+ readers only, smut, fluff, Polyamory, Mates, creampie, size kink, dom/sub undertones, rough sex/oral, restraints, praise kink, masturbation, subspace (!), discussion of safe words, multiple orgasms (!), crying, overstimulation, fingering, breathplay (!!), nearly passing out, cum eating, past emotional abuse (ex), aftercare

Words:6.4 k

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Unsure as to who was louder with their orgasmic cries, you or Cassian, as he pumps you full with his seed, the pulse of his cock matching the time of your fluttering cunt. Not only was Cassian’s cum coating your inners, mixing with your slick, but also that of his High Lord, who had thoroughly filled you moments before. A steady creamy puddle had been dripping out of your delicate hole and was saturating the satin bedsheets beneath.

It was a beautiful sight to Cassian as he tried to catch his breath, staring down at where you were both still connected as his firm hands clenched around your thighs where he was currently pressing your legs so far back that your knees and ears almost touched.

You always mused that you thought he looked like a God when he looked like this. Yes, others who had witnessed your mate on the battlefield, in charge of his High Lord's armies and defeating the enemies, was a sight to behold and often had people whispering for the Mother.

You agreed with this astonishment, but when seeing him like this, naked, muscles flexing from the exertion, a sweaty sheen over his body that caused his hair to stick to his face and the pure dominance that radiated from his energy. Cassian was beautiful, as was each of your mates, but with his cock currently still stretching you full, there was no one else on your mind but him.

Cassian’s full mouth twisted into an all-knowing, arrogant smirk as he gazed down at your lust-filled eyes ravishing his body.

“I’m surprised you’re still conscious after that; you must really be in a mood”, he jests with an eyebrow raised, the scar running through it moving with the movement. You’d have laughed and agreed with him if you had the energy. These ‘moods’ that he referred to was the polite way your mates described you being unfathomably horny.

Of course, you wanted your mates every second that there was air in your lungs, but sometimes it would become so overwhelming your skin felt too tight, heart palpations, tremble in your fingers that would settle until one of their bodies was touching yours. Rhysand reassured that it was expected to feel this way whilst newly mated, and you had not one but three mates - possibly a joke played to you by the Cauldron - so it was rational for your body's reactions to be heightened.

That didn’t make it any easier as you fucked each of them to multiple orgasms and only felt sated after reaching a new unconscious state. You were close too, but not close enough as you continued to admire Cassian, from how his beautiful wings stretched out behind him to how his tongue swiped over his bottom lip, moistening them for a moment before he dipped lower.

The kiss was heated and messy, saliva and sweat mixing on your tongues as they stroked together. A flicker of joy warmed in the centre of your chest as you could finally run your fingers through his damp hair, tucking the strands behind his rounded ears so you could see his face without the shadows.

Each of your legs was carefully lowered on either side of his body so that his chest pressed against yours. His powerful arms now rested beside your head so that he could stroke the back of his knuckles against your cheeks.

The affection and love he was projecting were the opposite reactions to moments ago when he was pounding into you like it was his latest mission. After Rhysand had teased and pinned you to the bedpost, making you orgasm until your knees trembled and he had to carry you to the bed where he finally came inside of you, Cassian had chuckled that he wasn’t sure you could handle him with the fucked out expression on your face.

You smirked and instructed him to fuck as hard as possible. Cassian never backed down from a challenge and did just this, leaving you exhausted and dreamy.

“Cauldron, I fucking love you”, Cassian pants into your mouth, the warmth of his breath tickling your neck as he kisses his way to the sensitive area below your ear.

“I love you too, " you sigh in contentment, fingers lowering over his powerful shoulders, causing him to shiver as you neared his sensitive wings.

As his lips hovered over the shell of your pointed ear, he whispered, “Do you really think you can handle my brother's cock?”

You can’t help the giggle that bursts from you, wishing you could stroke Cassian’s ego and say you were too tired for the last of your mates, but that would be a complete and utter lie.

“Oh, I know she can, can’t you, my love?” Azriel's deep voice comes from behind Cassian, who observes you closely. The male hovering over you turned to look at his friend over his shoulder, but Azriel continued to glance at you as his wing twitched, indicating Cass to move.

With one last kiss to your cheek, the warmth and weight of Cassian crawled from your body, meaning the setting sun was now directly beaming into your eyes, causing you to try to bury your face into the pillow beneath your head. “What can I say? I’m greedy for you all”, you insisted with a sigh, smiling to yourself but attempting to keep your voice quiet after seeing the windowless arches to the sun.

You were pretty sure all of Veleris had heard you being fucked by your mates, and every time you remembered that there were no windows in your home and only the sheer curtains flowing in the breeze, you attempted to keep the noise down. This only meant that your mates’ attempts to make you cry out in euphoria improved tenfold.

“Insatiable you are indeed”, growled the voice of the male who had been quietly watching the three of you interact. Rhysand’s usually perfectly combed hair was thoroughly ruffled from and sticking to his temple from where you’d been running your fingers through it earlier in the afternoon. Your eyes connected with his; the usual brightness that gleamed with the violet colour seemed clouded to a near-pitch-black colour of pure night as he admired his mate being thoroughly worshipped on the bed.

You were thankful the three of them were so close, Brothers in a way that close childhood friends were. Their possessive tendencies were always there, growling or baring their teeth at one another when they’d decided it was enough touching. However, most of the time, they were patient, more content with the fact that you were feeling happy and thoroughly pleasured. On the occasions where all three of them touched you simultaneously, it was more fun than you could handle most days due to the manhandling and dominance, but that’s always what made it more fun.

Today was not one of those days, though, as you admired your handsome High Lord as he stroked his thick cock slowly, those dark eyes searching over your body and resting on the puddle that was growing beneath your cunt.

Smiling over at him, Rhysand’s lips twitched into a soft gaze, the speed of his hand increasing as the joy on your face increased his arousal. For a moment, you contemplated trying to crawl over to him, kneel on the floor and offer to keep his cock warm with your mouth, but the growing shadow forming at the end of the excessively large bed captured your focus entirely.

You’d thought for a moment that Azriel’s shadows had been the object to block out the sun from blinding your vision, but a quick glance showed you that it was his wing, which meant a deep red hue now covered your body from the sun beaming through the membrane of his wing.

An ice-cold breeze circled your ankles, dragging your attention away from Azriel as his shadows formed into pairs of hands, trapping your legs in their spread position. Licking your lips in anticipation, you attempted to sit up and reach for Az, but the shadows grew in size, skimming over your sides and adding pressure to your shoulders until you were lying back down. The pressure remained over your shoulders, and further hands firmly gripped around your wrists so that they were pinned to your side. There was no getting out of the hold you were now captured within, and as your pulse began to pound within your chest, a delicate caress against your cheek fluttered by as the shadows tried to calm away your anxieties.

Azriel watched you closely, from the way your breathing rate increased as anticipation and adrenaline began to pound through your veins to the way more thick white cum dripped out of your cunt with the movements.

The Shadowsinger’s head tilted to the left as he asked, “Do you remember what we discussed earlier?” Azriel could have been perceived as the opposite if Cassian had looked like a God earlier. The setting sun beamed around his body, causing a light aura over his outline, but the front of his body darkened into a shadow so that you couldn’t see his handsome face. Power rolled off of him in waves as he waited for your answer.

Your mouth became suddenly dry, making it difficult to form words, so you simply nodded yes in response.

“Wait, what did you talk about earlier?” Cassian asks as he heaves his bulky body into the spare seat on the opposite side of Rhysand. Your eyes flicked to him for a second, noting the fact that his cock was still very much hard and now glistening in your juices. Cassian spread his legs and took the object of your desire in hand, beginning to stroke slowly, his balls tightening due to the action.

You didn’t answer, not wanting to discuss what had been talked about earlier. Azriel took a step closer to the bed, not taking his eyes off you for a second, as he casually remarked, “You’ll see. "

“You know, it’s not nice to keep secrets from your High Lord, " Rhys says quietly, his eyes flicking to Azriel with the underlying command that laced his words.

“All you need to know is that we have trust between the four of us. I know what I’m doing, and our sweet mate knows what’s doing and has trust. Isn’t that right, Love?”

“Yes, I trust you. All of you, " you say confidently, gripping the sheets beneath you until your knuckles strain.

Azriel nods, moving closer to the bed's end as his shadows pin your body down. “And what else do you need to tell me?” Azriel asks.

“If I want you to stop, I shake my head, say red, or tap twice” As you explained, you made the motion, tapping against the bed and shaking your head no.

“Good girl”, Az praises, his deep tone causing sparks of arousal to heat in your pussy as you attempted to rub your thighs together to ease some of the tension, but the shadows kept your legs separated.

Cassian’s fist stopped moving as he looked between you and Azriel and asked, “Are you sure I don’t need to be worried if we’re talking about safe worlds?”

“It’s fine”, you answer in place of Az. “I wanted to try this and didn’t want to make a big deal out of it, which you two are making with the silent conversation I know you’re having, so please, just have some trust that this is something that I want, and it’s safe”. Cassian at least had the decency to look embarrassed, having been caught talking to Rhysand mind-to-mind. However, the High Lord just continued to glance between his Shadowsinger and you with uncertainty.

A flick of coolness strokes down your sternum, and a shadow spirals over your skin. Azriel continues to use the darkness to praise you with subtle touches.

Cass leans further back into the chair until it groans under the strain of his powerful body. “Fine, fine. I’ll shut my big mouth”, he explains with a grin, his fingers tightening around his cock once more.

You were too busy admiring the drip of precum that had formed at the tip of Cass’ cock that you’d not noticed that Azriel was finally on the bed until his ice-cold scarred fingers trailed up the sensitive area of your inner thigh.

“I’ve been counting, you know”, Azriel casually mentions under his breath.

“Counting?” you ask, confused about what he was referring to.

Azriel settles between your knees; with him having moved closer, you could see him in all of his glory, the smooth, perfectly formed muscles over his body, the black swirls of both ink and shadows that ran over his skin and those captivating hazel eyes that seemed even darker than Rhys’.

“How many times you’ve came. I’ve been counting. Even the little one, you didn’t verbalise as Rhys took you from behind. Now, usually, at this point, you’ve had so many. I know you’re only one or two away from passing out, but that’s not our plan for today, is it?”

Even though your cheeks flood with warmth at his truth, you still shake your head, wishing you could reach up for him. Azriel smirked cooly down at you as his hands began to smooth over your stomach, higher until cupping your breasts, his finger and thumb pinching your pebbled nipples, causing you to moan and try and arch into the touch.

“My greedy, greedy girl. Is it not enough that both of my brothers have made you cum all of those times already?”

“I need you” you gasp breathlessly at his rough touches as he continues to play with your already sensitive nipples.

“And I need you”, he says earnestly, and you couldn’t deny the whimper that left your throat at his words. “What do you want first, fingers, mouth or cock?”

“Cock”, you say without a hint of hesitation but are unable to look him in the eye at the use of the crude word, which also earned a hearty laugh from Rhys.

Azriel’s hand's massage further up your body until he's covering you completely, almost in the same position that Cass had been, as his fingers cup around your jaw and hips slot between your thighs.

“My pretty girl can have my cock”, Azriel muses as he lowers his lips to hover just over yours, not closing the gap entirely as you try and lean up to capture his mouth, but he teases by staying an inch away.

You’re soon distracted by your cunt once more, stretching to accommodate your sizeable mate, particularly Azriel. A moment passed when he allowed you to collect your breath before his restraint was released.

He fucked you with long, powerful thrusts that, if you weren’t already being held down to the bed, you probably would have shifted up into the headboard with how hard his hips slammed into yours. Those lips of his that you had been desperate to kiss finally closed the gap as well, absorbing all your begs and moans for more. The restraints around your wrists released but only for a moment as Az eased your hands above your head, holding your crossed-over wrists in one hand as his other squeezed and held onto your hip for stability.

The dominance of his hold was similar to how Cass and Rhys had held you, but there was just something else when it came to Az; whether it be his shadows or the way he paid such close attention to your body, he seemed to be able to bring you right to the edge in no time at all.

Pulling your lips back from his for a second, you gasped, “I-” Your words failed with the need to tell him you want to orgasm, but he already knows.

“Cum for me”, he demands, not slowing with his fucking. Your cunt tightened around his girthy cock, squeezing in flutters until you were squeezing your eyes closed and forgetting to breathe.

The hand on your hip moved to your throat, wrapping around it, pressing slightly but not enough to stop you breathing as he ordered, “Cum again”.

You weren’t sure whether it was a shadow or the specific way he was rolling his hips, but your clit was being massaged in time with his thrusts, and you were just about ready to explode. One orgasm led to another without a break in between, and with the previous orgasms that you’d already experienced, Azriel was right that something seemed to switch as you reached your level of exhaustion.

“You look so beautiful when you're cumming on my cock. Want to know how I’ve been keeping count of your orgasms? When you cum, your eyes glaze over for just a second, like you’re so lost in pleasure that you leave your body and then come back, but feeling how tight your cunt is gripping me right now is just a bonus”.

Hearing his words and grunts had you in a state of pure bliss, wishing even more that your arms were free to hold onto some part of his body. Your mouth opens to let out a mewling moan, biting your bottom lip as you try to remain focused on Az.

“I know it’s a lot for you to deal with. Love, do you need to use your words?”

“No, please don’t stop”, you demand, trying to roll your hips to match his movements, but the weight on top of your body pinned that area of you down.

“Good girl. Want to cum together? I know you can do it again for me; I know you’re sensitive, but let’s cum together, my love”, he groans as he finishes his demands as he watches your eyes glaze and then roll back as your cunt begins to squeeze him tightly in bursts as you came again.

Azriel’s wings flared even further, nearly knocking Cassian and Rhys as he came with a heavy grunt and thrust, stilling so that every drop emptied inside of you until there was no room left, and it began to trickle out to join the puddle of your other two mates on the sheets below.

Soft lips caressed your cheek as Az praised you with kind words, “You did so well for me”. He moved lower, exploring your throat, collarbones, sternum, over your belly button and only then did you realise what his plans were. “I’m not done with you yet”.

The shadows release your ankles so that your mate can grip your legs and press your thighs back, baring your thoroughly fucked, pulsing, cum filled cunt to him. Az growls as he delves his tongue deep within, feeling the lingering pulses of your overstimulated walls, the softness that had slightly swollen from the amount of fucking you’d been doing.

Even though you released a guttural scream, back arching as far as you could reach, his warm tongue was a welcome sensation, soothing the ache. Your arousal also burned in your core at the thought of Azriel eating all the different concoctions of seed still spilling out, but he only groaned in pleasure at the taste.

You were enjoying the feeling of his tongue trying to empty your pussy of juices with a flick and curl of the muscle, but as he moved p to your hypersensitive, swollen and throbbing clit, the fire and burning returned as he circled the nub slowly.

“Ah!” you cry out as your eyes clench close, attempting to close your legs, but he held them firmly open.

“Eyes on me”, Azriel demands, looking up at your face closely to look for signs if it's too much or if you’re doing any sort of sign for him to stop.

“Please!” you beg, eyes widening as you make sure to look at him lying with his face between your legs, his hair sticking up, and once more, your hands itched to stroke through the strands. You weren’t entirely sure what you were begging for, but as he continued with the slow circling of your clit with his tongue and the burning subsided and was replaced with the tightening within your pussy, you knew you were going to cum again. The thought frankly scared you with how many you’d had already.

“I know you can do it”, he encourages as his wet tongue returns to your hole as his cold thumb presses your clit. Tears had begun to line your eyes, streaking down your cheeks as you came with a cry, your entire body trembling and muscles aching from the amount of tensing you’d been doing for what seemed like hours now.

Your hearing was turning fuzzy, so when Rhys deeply groaned as he came over his chest from watching you orgasm so hard, it sounded like he was in another room, almost like cotton wool had been forced into your ears.

“It’s too much, " you hiccup, wishing you could wipe away the tears wetting the pillow beneath your head.

Azriel tried to sound as sympathetic as possible as he looked up at you, kissing your thigh that was once more being held back by shadows, “I know, my love, but only a few more times. You can do it”. You cry out once more as he begins to lower his face back to your pussy but pauses just as two of his fingers circle your hole. “Remember what we talked about?” Nodding your head in response whilst maintaining eye contact, he continued, “You’re in control of the situation, understand?”

“Yes, I understand”, you utter whilst taking a deep breath, trying to calm your cries. His two fingers enter you slowly at first, easing and out before a third one joins. Usually, it would take you some time to adjust to the size of his fingers, but after the sizeable cocks, you didn’t need any prep for the three fingers.

Az moved them with speed, curling to stroke against that beautiful spot that had stars beaming in your eyesight which only heightened as his lips sealed around your already overstimulated clit, and he sucked. He knew exactly what he was doing, and with each orgasm that came, the response was more exaggerated from you, and the time between them decreased. You were pretty sure if he continued, you would just be having one single orgasm that went on and on until you inevitably passed out.

Just when you're tensing all over, cunt tightening around his three fingers, did he move in with the next and final step of his plan. Azriel's icey, scarred hand wrapped around your nose and mouth. It was a relief at first to have something cool against your hot skin, but as you tried to suck in a breath as your orgasm neared closer, the panic set in.

It was what you had hoped for, to have the control taken away, but knowing that if you tapped your fingers or shook your head underneath his palm, it would stop. The thing was, you were already beginning to feel somewhat loopy from the orgasms that you didn’t want it to stop, which was why Azriel was doing this; he knew your body down the tiniest detail, especially with his shadows whispering away in his ear, counting your heartbeat.

The adrenaline only seemed to increase further as panic was doubling as you attempted to pull against the shadows around your wrists and thighs. The overwhelming pleasure between your lungs was the only thing that burned more than the need to breathe. You’re unsure what you need more, to cum or breath, but you’re only given one option, just as dark spots replaced the stars in your vision as you came around his fingers with an incredible squeeze of your walls around the digits.

Musky, sweated scented air filled your lungs desperately as his hand now cupped your cheek, supporting you as you tried to regain your full consciousness, but as Azriel continued to finger you, now at a slower pace, all you could think about was him and nothing more.

“That’s it- nice deep breaths for me. You’re doing so well for me. Did that feel good?” Az asks.

“Ye-Yes!” you stutter while trying to catch your breath. Your head lolls to one side while you nuzzle into his palm. Your eyes are entirely gazed at and unfocused, looking down at your mate.

“Good”, is all he says as he returns to sucking your clit and covering your mouth and nose again.

This time he had to tap your face a few times after you came to rouse you properly, but you were still greedily sucking air without an issue. However, now, Cassian and Rhys had stood, towering over the sides of the beds with concern, but arousal still evident across their beautiful faces.

“That’s a good girl. How do you feel?” Azriel asks, ignoring the two other males.

“Goo-Good. Good, " you say repeatedly, having only the energy and mental capacity to repeat the same words repeatedly.

You’re starting to feel a tingling sensation throughout your limbs, the edges of your sight blurring completely as your thoughts remain on how good you felt. Az watched you so closely that you weren’t sure he was blinking. “I know I can get you to cum one more time for me”.

However, before you can nod, you’re both interrupted by Rhysand growling, “Azriel. She’s had enough”.

“No, she hasn’t. I know she hasn’t. Just trust me. You can do this, can’t you, Love?” Azriel asks you.

Making sure to look him in the eye, you nod your head and say, “Yes”. Those special fingers of his begin curling with great speed once more as his tongue circles your throbbing clit.

You’re breathing heavily, screaming constantly until the air is cut off once more. Your lungs burn, your head is spinning, and all you can think of is cumming, begging silently to cum for Azriel, to be good for him, that you could do this, you could cum and show your other mates that Azriel was right.

As your orgasm rushes through you, your entire body does the opposite as it had been before. Instead of tensing, it went completely limp, eyes rolling back as your cunt continued to pulse and squeeze around his digits. When your eyes opened again, Azriel was half hovering above you, his fingers carefully easing out of your cunt, but you could hardly feel it as he tapped your cheeks a few times to bring you around more.

“I-I-I-I-I”, you mumbled incoherently as the shadows dispersed from your body entirely so you were no longer restrained.

“Shhh, you’re ok. You’re safe, Love, you’re ok”, Azriel whispers carefully as he begins to massage areas of your body to help you feel more, but it doesn’t help the complete and utter bliss settled through your mind and soul. It felt as if you were floating, and you never wanted to come back down again.

Azriel gave silent instructions to Rhysand, who shared these with Cassian as they stood beside the side of the bed, unsure if they should be ripping Azriel apart or helping their mate.

“Azriel”, Cassian warns, his entire body stiff and muscles flexing as he watches you blink heavily, body twitching with uncontrollable movements. Even though you were sucking in deep breaths, it seemed like you couldn’t catch your breath again.

“She’s fine, aren’t you?” Azriel asks, stroking away the flowing tears that you hadn’t noticed had started again down your cheeks.

“Ye-Ye-Yes. Yes, Yes”, you say, nodding tiredly.

“Are you sure?” Cass whispers, kneeling on the side of the bed and reaching for your hand, noticing that you couldn’t even squeeze his hand back as he held it carefully.

“Just give her some time; her head is all over the place at the moment, but it’s exactly where she wanted to be”, the Shadowsinger explained under his breath, still watching you very closely.

“Cu-Cum, cum”, you mutter, words still somewhat muffled from how heavy your tongue felt in your mouth.

“What’s that, Love?” Azriel asks, “You want to cum again?”

“Y-Yes”, you nod slowly, still staring blankly up at the ceiling.

Azriel smiles down at you. “So good for me. I think you’ve had enough for today. Just take some slow, deep breaths for me” You follow his instructions, taking slow, deep breaths until you don’t feel breathless anymore. As exhaustion begins to take over, your eyes close, but those scarred hands tap gently against your cheek to keep them open; you can’t even feel the temperature of his cold hands.

“I need you to keep your eyes on me. I don’t want you to fall asleep in this headspace, okay? Just like we talked about. "

“Ok”, you say just once, looking up at him but not seeing at all.

“What headspace? Did you break my mate, Azriel?” Rhysand snarls as he, too, kneels on the side of the bed, his wings extended to match his Brothers. The darkness of night crawls from his tense shoulders as he reaches forward to run a hand over the arm and leg closest to him.

“She’s not broken; she’s just floating. Isn’t that right?” You nod, looking only at Azriel. Cass sighs through his nose, having not had the answers given to him right away, as Az continues to give only half sentences. “I’ll explain in a minute, but I just need you to be there for her as she properly comes back”.

It takes several moments of tense massaging and silent raging for the boys as they watch you tiredly blink, the unfocused gaze and dreamy stare slowly hardening until you’re actually looking at your surroundings, shivering at the coolness of Azriel’s hands as they travel down your ribs.

Floating was the only way you could describe the experience like you had miraculously grown your own pain of Iillyrian wings and were flying through the clouds without care. Even the soft sheets beneath you couldn’t be felt when you were in that high headspace. Not even your name could be drawn out of you if asked, but slowly, with the help of your mate's touches and scents and Rhysand caressing the wall in your mind, you finally topple back to reality.

Eyes flicking between your three mates, two of which looked like they were bracing for war, you finally gave a tentative smile, feeling your cheeks warming back up from their intense gazes.

“There’s my girl”, Cass praises as he squises your wrist gently.

“Hey”, you whisper croakily, throat aching from all the screaming you’d been doing.

Azriel lowers himself, kissing your lips carefully once before maintaining intense eye contact. At this close proximity, you can see the hints of green throughout his hazel eyes. “You’re safe with us; you know that, right?”

“Yes, I know. I feel safe”, you reassure him, trying to lift your hand to caress his cheeks, but your arms are still too quick.

“Good, we’re going to bath together and clean you up. Then I think we need to explain to these two what’s happened”, Azriel explained as you nodded in understanding and closed your eyes, but a gentle kiss to the tip of your nose had you opening them again as his gaze softened, “I still need you to keep your eyes open. I don’t think you’re completely back yet, so no sleeping just yet.”

Before you can nod in understanding, two arms are carefully shifting beneath your body. One hook is under your knees, and the other supports your back as Rhysand lifts you to his chest, your head carefully laying across his shoulder as he walks the two of you into the bathing room.

Nuzzling into his warmth, he rested the two of you in the vast-sized bath and began to run the water hot, letting it slowly creep up your body as you sat between his muscular legs. Rhys held you close, ensuring that your eyes remained open and on his. The violet colour returned to the brightness you were used to as he continued to massage your limbs back to life.

Splashing from behind you indicates that the other two had joined in the water as they both hissed at the heat soaking into their muscles. Az takes your legs into his lap, massaging carefully over your calves as Cass takes hold of a hand, kissing the back of it and linking your fingers together.

Everyone’s attention then turns to Azriel as he begins to explain. “It’s called subspace”.

“Sub? Space?” Cassian repeats slowly, as if trying to sound out the new phrase but is entirely unsure.

“Yes”, continued Az, “It’s related to hormones and an emotional state where an individual becomes so lost within the moment, almost like a trance, that they aren’t able to make decisions for themselves and experience side effects like feeling the sensation that they are floating or euphoric. Similar to an out-of-body experience or a high. It can come from a physical response like shown today or an emotional response depending on how submissive the individual is”.

Rhysand seemed to tense further after the explanation, so you tried to lean into his body more as he began to talk. “Right, ok. So, this is something you’ve experienced before?” he asks, tilting his head down to look at you.

“Yes”, you say stoically, now not looking him in the eye as your fingers curl and grip Cassian, as the sensations return to you. “You know the male that I was with years before I met any of you? He um- He,” you were struggling to find the correct phases to say as you could feel the tension suddenly thick in the air at the mention of your previous lover.

Thankfully, Azriel continued the explanation for you, but you didn’t miss the stern tone of his voice. “With subspace, it’s important for the one experiencing it to have some sort of support. As I’ve explained, it’s to consent or look after yourself when going through a high like this. What my love is trying to explain is that this fucker used to leave her like how she was and either go drinking or fall asleep. She’d be on her own and-” Azriel blows out a long, steady breath as he closes his eyes, the shadows beginning to shake around him with the increase of his anger.

Sitting up further in Rhys’ lap, you continued the discussion. “I like getting to the point of being in subspace. It feels so freeing, and I trust you all to look after me; that’s why I spoke to Az first, just to make sure that you’d even want to try it, and I know it can look scary. But with my previous partner, he would leave me by myself, and I’d fall asleep, and when I woke up, I would have this impending doom sensation. I’ve read that it still has something to do with hormones. Still, I would feel so low and depressed without the support, almost like I was going to die with how low I felt. Still, after a few days, I would feel back to normal”.

You wanted to be open with them all, but seeing them all holding back some restraint with the anger they were experiencing, you knew you needed to pull them back before they went on the hunt.

“Please, for the love of the Mother, tell me this fuckers name”, Cassian demands lowly. It was your only secret, the name of the male you’d once been with and had been emotionally scarred from. You were unsure as to why, whether it be fear or to refrain from violence, but you had never told any of them the name.

Shaking your head no, you collapse further into Rhys, which causes some tension to leave his body as he holds you close with an arm around your waist and his lips caressing the back of your head.

“You know, I could just slip into your mind and find out”, Rhyand whispers, stating something that both Cass and Az were wondering.

“Yes, you could, but you won’t, " you confidently say. It was the one wish you had made him promise upon becoming mate- no creeping through your mind, no matter what. Rhys kisses your head again to confirm that he wouldn’t do this.

“So this subspace, " Cassian interrupts the anger by changing the subject to something you were thankful for. Are you sure it feels good? I thought you had passed out earlier, which frightened me, to be truthful with you. "

Your fingers squeeze his once more as you look over at him and give him a reassuring smile, “It feels amazing and a little addicting to feel like that and like I said, I trust the three of you more than anyone. Usually, it doesn’t take long for me to fall into subspace, but it’s been a while; I think I’ve put some barriers up in my mind to stop going to that place because of my past”.

“And luckily for her, I’ve seen this sort of thing before”, Azriel explains.

“So how do we make sure she doesn’t feel awful like she did with that fucker?” Cass asks with a subtle growl.

“Aftercare”, Az explains with a shrug of his shoulders, “Exactly like you have been doing already. Making sure she stays awake and feels safe, food and water helps. Talking to her, holding her, and warm baths are always good”.

You gently smile with Azriel as he lists what you cherish most about aftercare, but Cassian’s next question causes you to nearly bite your tongue.

“And the choking? To the point where she nearly passed out. Was that part of the subspace, too?”

Azriel smirks cockily as you giggle and hide your face in Rhys’ chest. “No, she just wanted to try that out. It’s called breathplay. It’s not for everyone; I’ve had some experience with it. Can’t just go around choking people until they pass out like a brute, Cass”.

The water sways as your mate shoves Az in the shoulder.

The chest you’re learning on begins to vibrate as Rhys muses, “Guess even after 500 years of living, I still have lots to learn”. You hum in response, exhaustion fully settling into your body now as you wish to close your eyes so you look over at Az,

“Can I sleep yet?”

“Not yet. I need you to eat and drink something first. Stay here; I’ll get you something, " he explains as he kisses your knee, lowers your feet into Cass’s lap, and climbs out of the bath. You sigh into the embrace of your other mates.

#batboys smut #batboys x reader #acotar smut #acotar #batboys #azriel x reader #azriel smut #azriel #rhysand #rhysand x reader #rhysand smut #cassian smut #cassian x reader #cassian #ive never written for acotar before im excited #mine*

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mechaknight-98 · 1 month

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A Train to Busan (NSFW) FT Chaehyun

Author note: So I remember reading a prompt somewhere about 3 Busty Busan Beauties and this was the first that came to mind probably going to make this a mini-series so stay tuned for more. Shoutout to @leafostuff for the idea

Part II

I grab my ticket to ride the train. I loved trains ever since I was a kid and the super train on Lightspeed Rescue flew into the skies I knew I was hooked (iykyk) so I made a point of taking every “famous train” in the world today trip. A train to Busan Korea. As per usual I get weird looks and glares due to my stature and appearance.

I sit down in my seat enthusiastic and ready to begin the ride. As the train fills up the three seats around me are taken by 3 pretty ladies. In front of me was a Pretty blonde who radiated a happy energy that was almost suffocating, diagonal left a pretty brunette with a smile that curved into a half moon, and directly to the left of me was a smaller brunette with a determined look. They all politely greet me and I reciprocate of course. Their names are Jeewon (in front of me), Hayoung (diagonal Left), and Chaehyun (Direct left)

"Nice to meet you all. My name is Dinovaldo, but everyone calls me Dino"

"Dinopaldo?" Hayoung says cutely. I was going to correct her then I remembered my friend who was also Korean complained about how "Complicated my name was." so I nodded and said,

"Yeah, but call me Dino." Hayoung and Jeewon smile. Chaehyun looks at me with a focused and determined look.

"So what brings you to Busan?" Chaehyun asked as the train moved.

"Oh, I like trains and try to ride as many "famous" ones as I can," I replied. the three girls looked at me surprised but didn't say anything else. Chaehyun let out a chuckle and I went back to enjoying the ride.

A little later Chaehyun asked me, "Hey so where are you from Originally?"

"Um...Portland, Oregon. No, you wouldn't know that... The United States." I answer Chaehyun. She nods and chuckles as do Hayoung and Jeewon.

"What about y'all? Where Y'all from?" I ask

"Oh, we're all from Busan," Jeewon answers confidently. I nod now dialed into the conversation.

"How long are you in Korea for?" Hayoung asks

"Oh, a few weeks for some business in Seoul. I finished yesterday so now my last week I am just enjoying it. You know seeing the rest of the country." I replied. I noticed that Jeewon and Hayoung were starting to warm up to me and being more involved.

"Oh, that's cool," Hayoung said. I gave her a thumbs-up as we continued to chat. I learn a lot about the girls. they were all K-pop idols (whatever that meant) who were going home to visit family and just relax as their schedules had all eased up for the time being. They were all incredibly charming but also kinda dorky in an extremely lovable and endearing way. As we talked I could feel myself being lulled into a state of ease by the three girls. it worried me. They were almost too perfect, too sweet, and too engaging, so I kept my vigilance as I continued to talk to them.

While we rode the train we enjoyed each other's company until Chaehyun (the boldest of the trio) asked, "Hey I noticed you keep looking over your shoulder. Are you worried you are being tricked?" I instantly tensed and then eased again. seeing her pleasant smile

"Yeah, a little it's not often three pretty ladies just come up and talk to me. Especially for so long." I reply.

Jeewon perks up, "Aww thank you. Well, you're cool to talk to. Plus you aren't treating us any different."

"Well, I thought you were all normal ladies," I replied hesitantly

"No," Hayoung says with a cute but also aggressive tone. she takes out her phone and starts playing a video of her performing at Inkigayo along with seven other young ladies. I watched in awe as I could see it was Hayoung but her presence was so different. gone was the goofy girl who sitting across from me the Hayoung I was watching was graceful poised, with an almost deadly sense of presence I had only seen replicated in assassins. it was unnerving but also captivating. when the video finished the other ladies all showed similar videos. Each showed me a bit more about them. Jeewon is super bubbly and happy in her video and Chahyun’s video shows her range. I see a huge range of her personality but it always comes back to the determined look. That look of desire. After that, we hit the third hour of the trip and fatigue began to set in. All of us started to get heavy eyelids and one by one each of us fell asleep. I was the last one and got to see Chaehyun's head fall onto my shoulder as she was talking about how hard being the "unofficial" leader of her group was. I couldn't help but smile at her plight. her pleading eyes but strong voice made me listen and consider her words with the utmost seriousness. something she noted

"you're a really good listener," she said as her eyes fluttered as they got heavier. A telltale sign she was losing the fight with her fatigue.

"Well in my profession being a keen observer is always a requirement," I answer politely

"Oh and what do you do Mr. Mysterious?"

Chaehyun teased

"It's a secret." I teased

"Oh come on please tell me," Chaehyun asked with pleading and endearing aggression

when she did fall asleep I found myself stroking her hair carefully and her grip on me tightened. I smiled content as I watched the window and the picture continue to move and change. Looking at the other two girls I felt a bizarre pang in my heart. One I hadn't felt in a long time. Usually, I shied away from it, but this time I let the pang linger and ferment into emotion, as a smile crept on my face. Soon my eyes felt heavy and I drifted off as well.

I was woken up by a rapid light shaking of my shoulder. My eyes were forced open as I turned to see Chaehyun who lifted the armrest separating us.

"Hey, Hey wake up," she whispered.

"I'm awake. I am awake, but why are we whispering?" I asked

Chaehyun smiled with heavy desire filling her eyes look water, and said "Follow me to the bathroom."

"Why?" I asked dazed and confused.

"I want to show you why I'm the suction expert," she said as she got up leaving her jacket. I follow on instinct and when we enter the bathroom she locks the door. Thankfully the train car we were in was mostly empty and the few people inside were asleep.

when we entered the bathroom in three actions Chaehyun was on her knees. Lock the door undo my belt and spring out my cock.

"Hm, you're still soft. that won't do," she said before taking me into her mouth. I reeled back as the softness of her lips and the warmth wetness of her mouth overwhelmed me leaving me light-headed.

"Go ahead fuck my face," she said

I nod and begin to thrust into her warm wet orifice. her eyes held mine in an intense gaze that left me transfixed as I grabbed her head and thoroughly used her. After six or so thrusts she breaks taps my thigh and I pull back.

"Okay you're going to go," she says as she gets up wiping the drool from her chin before it could stain her shirt. She undid her pants and moved to the side. before she could give further instruction the intercom said

"30 minutes to Busan" I am assuming it said it in other languages as well but I heard English in there as well.

"We don't have much time so you're going to have to be quick. so just pound me, Dino." Chaehyun insists as she lines my cock with her pussy. I slowly ease in and we both moan as her sex sucks mine in whole. it's dizzying, it's hot, and wet but oh my goodness does it feel euphoric. I bottom out inside her and begin to pull out. I get halfway before plunging back into her. I repeat this two or three times increasing the pace until my body begins to override my mind and I begin to plow her in earnest. she leans her body into mine and says, "You're so big inside me." her words act like a spur to a wild buck and make me only rougher with her. I relax my grip on her waist and stroke a finger across her pillow midriff, and I whisper into her ear

"I love how soft your body is." I snake my hand under her shirt as I thrust and cop a feel. they are a lot bigger than her sweater lets on. I get a firm grip on her breasts and say, "These sexy buoyant pillows you try to hide drive me wild. I am going to call you Marshmellow from now on because I am in love with how soft and plush your body is." my words have their desired effect "I think" as I feel her pussy tighten and pulse as she turns her face to mine.

"Fuck, Fuck" she pants as I continue to piston in and out of her. I tweak her nipple and she moans even harder before I feel a rush of liquid come from between our bodies. I look down to see her squirting all over my cock. I look up to see her embarrassed.

"No No baby it's okay," I reassure my slip of the tongue makes her eyes go wide and she questions me

"Babe?" but at that point I am too far gone and begin tumbling into my orgasm with her.

"Aw fuck mello I'm cumming" I say groaning as I begin to explode into her greedy pussy. Chaehyun moans in ecstasy.

After we come down from our high Chaehyun looks at me with a shy look before cleaning herself up and leaving. Also leaving me to clean up our combined fluid mess. I do so, then make sure I look presentable and head back out. I get back to my seat where Jeewon and Hayoung look at me with knowing and teasing smiles. Chaehyun refused to look or speak to me as Hayoung and Jeewon asked me questions about the ride after they slept. Respecting Mello's boundaries I follow her very limited and guarded answers. leaving the two other girls a little miffed. after the train ride was over I grabbed my bags and bid farewell to the ladies. as I was walking away from them on the station. Chaehyun speaks up for the first time.

"Where do you think you're going, Dino? you're hanging out with us for the rest of the time you're here. so cancel whatever plans you had." Her confidence and desire have returned to her stare and I smile.

"Okay." I acquiesced

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slashercult · 5 months

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pick a fruit bowl to find out how you will recognize your future spouse

reminder that not all of the messages in this reading may apply to everyone. so with that i urge you to take what resonates and leave the rest. don't force anything if it does not fit. this reading is mainly just for fun. don't forget to follow or reblog if you want to see me do more readings like this.

pile one

you will know that your future spouse is your future spouse because the connection will be instant between you two. it will feel completely different from all of the other relationships that you have been in, a lot more passionate. i feel like with your past lovers, you would make them out to be a lot better than they actually were to you. but this isn't the case for your future spouse because they are the real deal and you know it. your future spouse could be an air sign (gemini, libra, aquarius) or could be a talented artist. i feel like they enjoy doodling in their journals, they seem like a daydreamer kind of person, their head is always in the clouds. they have strong arms, i feel like they could be a bit buff and like working out. they won't be shy with their displays of affection in public but i also don't see them trying to do anything that could possibly embarass you. they value you your feelings over everything.

pile two

you will recognize who your future spouse is because of how calm and peaceful you feel whenever you are around them. they won't sugercoat things when talking to you, but not in a negative way, more of like if they feel something is upsetting you they will go ahead and ask you what's wrong because they don't like seeing you feel bad. communication is something they do not take lightly, and this works in your favor because i don't see you two arguing with each other as much because of this. this person could be a lawyer or could be in a profession that has somethng to do with law. they have a well defined chest and back area, nice neck area as well. i feel like they enjoy being outdoors and taking care of their plants in a garden. they are wise and may look a bit intimidating at first but they are actually super sweet and understanding.

pile three

you will recognize your future spouse because of how optimistic and confident they are. this person is also be extremely lucky, they may have some sagittarius placements. they just radiate golden retriever boyfriend/girlfriend energy. they are a deep thinker and they are not afraid to voice their opinons. you both may share the same political beliefs (or just beliefs in general). you could come from the same religious backgrounds and may have a similar childhood. this person enjoys watching sunsets with you and their favorite holiday is halloween because they love pumpkin flavored things. they definitely play a sport, i feel like the sport could be hockey or lacrosse, something that involves a stick. you will know your future spouse is your future spouse because their beautiful wide smile. they are soft, warm, and love cuddling on the couch while watching a sports match. your relationship with them could help heal your inner child.

thanks for reading! if you enjoyed or resonated please heart and reblog so i can do more of these readings.

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nerdpoe · 9 months

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In the Shadow of Speculation Part 1

Part 2, Ao3

Daniel Nightingale, ex Fenton, moves to Gotham for a fresh start. It's next to his friends, it's so very different from Amity Park, and Lady Gotham has promised her Knights will protect him. The world as he knew it has changed, and no longer has a place as a combat hero. Not when he's more likely to flinch than to dodge, not when the sight of a knife is enough to force him back to a time and a place he never wanted to see again. In an attempt to adapt, Danny turns to being a specialized hero-medic; his sole focus is helping and evacuating, not fighting. Except that no one told him Death Energy had the same reading to Geiger counters as gamma radiation. It isn't, but apparently Geiger counters can't tell the difference.

Danny Nightingale plopped down on his new couch, taking a moment to breathe in that new apartment smell. It was a pleasant, three bedroom apartment in a relatively nice area of Gotham.

Well, nice for ghosts. Specifically, the sheer amount of emotions around the place, both past and present, made it an ideal spot for a healing ghost to situate himself.

Danny felt that the more important point was that he finally had a place to himself.

He was tired of everyone coddling him, acting like he was going to break if he was even touched wrong. But luckily, Gotham was so far away from any kind of city his family would want to visit that he was free to dodge their nannying.

When he had woken up from the…Accident, it was to a political shitstorm; the Infinite Realms had been gearing up for war, and surprisingly Dan had been the only thing stopping them. The negotiations between dimensions had been a nightmare, especially with the sheer amount of effort it took to keep the Justice League’s nose out of his business, but it had been worth it.

Ghosts were considered sapient entities, were acknowledged to be from essentially a different country/dimension, and the ghosts that lived on Earth and had been negatively affected by the laws that were in place were entitled to compensation for the violation to their persons.

Added bonus, Danny could stay.

The first place he had chosen had been Gotham; it was close to Sam and Tucker, and had just the right dosage of occult to meet Frostbite’s strict ecto-therapy regimen.

That, and Lady Gotham had extended an invitation.

The move had been insane, for multiple reasons.

Vlad had insisted on coming along, something about verifying that Danny wasn’t about to live in a hovel.

Vlad actually caring-in his own way-was still so weird to Danny.

But at least it had been entertaining; every single time Vlad had stepped out of the car to get something from the gas stations, he kept getting mugged.

Another headache was the fact that, on moving day alone, there were three separate rogue attacks, and traffic had backed up so badly Danny was almost convinced to blow his cover and just fucking fly to his new place.

Which would be the last thing Dan needed-someone with his powers cropping up in a city on the other side of the country. Dan had enough on his plate with his whole…thing he’d decided on doing; the world as a whole declaring that his natural born nemesis was opposite sides of the country would throw a wrench in his rehabilitation.

The man had enough problems.

Like Danny had enough problems, but strangely only when Vlad was around.

The car Vlad had been driving had hit every single pothole and broken both axles, and overall Danny had the sense that Vlad should probably have never set foot in the city.

Honestly, the absolute second Vlad had left the move had gone much smoother.

Like, Danny had still had to pay the movers extra for the rogue attacks, vicinity to crimes (thanks Vlad for getting mugged so often that the muggers just started taking clothing items), and traffic; but after his Godfather had left it had been done in about two hours flat.

Did he still have to unbox his belongings? Yes. Was he going to do that at that particular moment?

Danny flopped sideways and brought his cell phone up to his face.

No. No, he was not.

He was going to take a breather, fall asleep on his new couch, read the news and watch some random memes, and enjoy his Restitution Money.

Danny had only been scrolling on his phone for two minutes when he fell asleep.

~~~~~~

Danny woke up to the sounds of muffled screams.

“Well that’s never good,” He muttered as he tried to roll over. He landed on the floor instead.

Right.

He hadn’t put the bed together yet.

Groaning, Danny pushed himself up for the purpose of hunting down where he’d put his poptarts. Only once he’d opened a box and started digging through it did he realize that the muffled screams were not coming from his definitely dead phone.

They were coming from outside.

Danny tripped over his feet as he bolted for the window, pressing his face against the glass as he stared down at the streets in disbelief.

The streets were filled with a green, noxious gas. People collapsed onto the ground only to scream and claw at their own faces. Some were attacking others, and anyone who left to assist had gas masks on.

Not that the masks did much good, considering the citizens who had been dosed would freak out and rip it off of them.

Batman and Red Hood were on scene, but they were so focused on cornering and catching the freak in the scarecrow costume that the only one able to assist the civilians was Robin. Unfortunately, as well trained as Robin was, there were too many.

Robin was doing the best he could, Danny could see that, but he was clearly over-burdened and needed assistance.

Danny…was appalled. This was the most ineffective rogue fight he’d ever witnessed.

When he’d been in charge of Amity, his citizens had only rarely been caught in the crossfire, and he never had a casualty. But here was one of the Big Leaguers and his cohorts, and they couldn’t arrange for the civilians to be treated or get to safety.

Danny, with no means to protect himself and unsure of how the gas would effect him, a halfa, could only watch from the window of his sixth story apartment.

Twenty minutes.

It had taken Batman and Red Hood twenty minutes to take down Scarecrow.

Danny had watched the whole thing.

Twenty minutes, thirty-two injured, nine dead, twelve critically injured.

And Danny, tied by the red tape of bureaucracy and his own trauma, hadn’t been able to do anything.

~~~~~~

A day later, full of unpacking and getting his apartment set up while he ignored the sounds of the emergency workers outside his window, Danny couldn’t stop seeing the attack.

There was so much room for improvement, but Batman apparently didn’t have anyone specifically trained in only defense and evacuation.

Danny had been so, so lucky for Sam and Tucker and Jazz. They had tag-teamed it; one of them would help him fight, the other two would evacuate civilians.

Batman was good at what he did, Danny could not deny that.

But there was room for improvement that was just…there. It was right there.

Danny couldn’t offer his services as Phantom. He couldn’t. He just…every time he thought about donning his old hero moniker, he’d start remembering.

If he started remembering, he became useless until he was able to remember that he was still alive.

And being a combatant, in and of itself, was highly…dissatisfying.

No sleep, constant injuries, threat of exposure hanging over his head; Danny’d had enough in high school. He had a whole life separate from that, in a city so big and problematic that just donating used clothes was enough to save someone’s life.

He was doing better. He could finally sleep without nightmares, people reaching out to touch him didn’t make him flinch, and he was away from a town of people who had made his childhood a living hell even before he’d had the Accident.

He refused to ask Dan to step in; the man was needed where he was, and Danny couldn’t drag away a teacher from his students.

Ellie was in college, and Danny wasn’t about to interrupt her education to drag her into the vigilante lifestyle she never even showed real interest in.

On top of his many, many other reasons for just not wanting to get into fights anymore.

Instead he took his frustrations out on kneading the dough on his counter.

His phone buzzed.

Ellie Omggggggggggg I don’t know what’s so hard??? Just bully Dan into doing it!

Danny snorted and allowed his hands to go intangible, the dough stuck to his fingers sliding back onto the counter, before he touched his phone to reply.

Danny Omggggggggg I literally can’t do that P sure ur the only one who can bully him He’s a pushover but only 4 u

He set his phone down and continued stress-baking. Ellie would take a bit to respond, since she wasn’t even supposed to have her phone on her at work.

But apparently Ellie had decided that she did not care.

Ellie Lies and slander He’s scared of me I just know it Also imma kill my customers

Danny Don’t commit murder Diplomatic immunity only goes so far I don’t need an inter-dimensional incident

Danny Ellie? Ellie no Don’t actually kill a human

Ellie This dude won’t get off my call He’s so annoying danny I gotta I I’m gonna do a ring

Danny Ellie NO

Ellie Ellie yes brb

Ellie stopped responding after that, and Danny groaned.

She was absolutely going to cause an inter-dimensional incident.

~~~~~~

Ellie was going to cause an inter-dimensional incident.

But it wasn’t her fault!

The stupid caller-Kent or whatever-was being a total ass!

“Sir,” she tried, one last time, “I cannot assist you with this matter. Either you let me transfer you to someone who can, or I’m going to crawl through this phone and kick your ass.”

“Tt. Even if you were a meta capable of such a feat, I highly doubt you could best me in combat.”

“I warned you.”

Ellie let her form fall away, distantly hearing the screams of her coworkers, and traveled through the phone connection.

Her arm burst from the cell phones ear piece and clocked someone across the face. Then she let the rest of herself crawl through, as eldritch as she could make it without actually driving anyone insane.

There was a scream of terror on her right, but she only had eyes for the tanned asshole in front of her with the bloody nose.

Then she let loose on him.

Surprisingly, he managed to block most of her attacks once he came to his senses.

Most of them.

She just started cheating after that and phasing through his hands to connect to his body.

There was a brief moment where the terrified one to her right tried to intervene, but both she and the Kevin kicked him in the face with a joint “Stay out of this!”.

He stayed out of it.

After fifteen minutes of rough-housing, which was what it had definitely turned into, Ellie wiped the blood away from her nose and held out her hand to the man she was sitting on.

“That was a nice fight; the names Ellie.”

The man paused, hesitated…and shook her hand.

“It was admirable. I am Damian.”

“Um…” Ellie and Damian both turned to look at the other man in the room, a blue eyed black haired carbon copy of her brother almost. But like, younger.

“I’m Jon. You kick pretty hard!”

“Thanks! Well I am definitely fired. What was the real reason for calling, anyways?”

Damian sat up and forced Ellie to fall off of him, his face slowly turning red.

“I didn’t realize that my dad’s card would get charged when I made an app store purchase,” Jon admitted quietly, “Damian was trying to annoy customer service into canceling the transaction so dad wouldn’t find out.”

Ellie wheezed from her spot on the ground, laughing harder when Damian turned and left the room in a huff.

“So…is that something you could go back and-?”

“You’re so fucked my dude.”

~~~~~~

Danny checked his care package while he waited for the Arkham guards to finish verifying his visitation rights.

Muffins? Check. Pretzels? Check. Cookies? Check. Donuts? Check. Fudge? No.

Danny still hadn’t been able to make himself use his father’s recipe.

He wasn’t sure when he would be able to.

It looked like when the guards had checked everything for escape tools they hadn’t eaten anything.

Danny felt strangely offended by that.

“Alright, you’re clear. Good luck.”

“Thanks,” Danny sighed, walking away from the last semblance of normalcy and into what could only be described as hell for the mentally stable.

Arkham was a place that radiated the pull to help, the pull to heal, but was overrun by lifetimes of grudges nothing short of burning the place down would ever be able to fix.

It was, unfortunately, the only place capable of holding his parents.

Who he could hear as they were led to the visitation rooms.

“Danny!” Maddie Fenton cried, attempting to throw herself at him. The chain that was held by her accompanying guards, however, yanked her back.

“Dann-o!” Jack cried as he was hauled through the other door, power-dampening cuffs active. He had far too many guards to attempt to launch forward; after he’d broken four walls, Arkham had stopped taking chances.

“Hey mom, hey dad,” Danny said weakly, placing the care package on the table, “Everything is even, so you should both get the same amount.”

“Aw, our baby boy is so considerate!” Maddie cooed, reaching forward and pinching Danny’s cheek before the guards could tug her back out of range.

“So, I just wanted to know how you guys were settling in-“

“Have you seen any ghosts in Gotham, Dann-o?”

Danny took a deep breath through his nose.

“It doesn’t matter if I did or did not, dad; they’re a protected species with rights now.”

“Oh, pish-posh,” Maddie laughed, already digging into the package and pulling out a pretzel, “So what if the government fell for their acting? You know, when we caught Phantom-“

“-When you caught Phantom, you nearly started an inter-dimensional war,” Danny cut in, hiding his shaking fists under the table.

Maddie leveled him with her most disappointed look, while Jack laughed merrily.

“Come on, Dann-o, you fell for it’s rambling too? Ah, well. We found out so much when it turned into that weird jewel-“

“-When you mortally wounded the King of an entire Dimension, almost forever scarring relations between this one and that one-“

“-Young man, we really are happy to see you, but if you’re just going to quote ghost propaganda at us-“

“-It isn’t propaganda, you guys just don’t listen-“

“-Dann-o, if you’re possessed by ectoplasmic scum, just blink twice-“

Danny stood up, chair clattering to the ground, and turned for the exit.

“…I’ll come again in two weeks. Please actually talk to your doctors and at least try to get better.”

He couldn’t do it. He thought he could, but he just. He couldn’t.

Every time they spoke about ghosts, he was back in the lab, strapped to a metal table, begging them to stop, refusing to turn human regardless of how hard his body fought to.

He wouldn’t allow it.

Not because he thought it would get worse, but because if he had turned human during their…experiments, he would have died.

Humans could not survive what had been done to him.

He ignored their yelling and made his way out of Arkham, dodging the pitying looks from the workers and guards.

He didn’t remember getting on the subway. He didn’t recall anything about his walk through Park Row.

He only came back to himself far after the sun had set, curled up in the bathtub, eyes dry and tired from watching the door.

~~~~~~

Jazz gently tapped Dan’s boots as she walked towards the kitchen, reminding him that shoes were not allowed on the coffee table.

The large man grumbled but acquiesced.

“So how are the kids?” Jazz asked over her shoulder, flipping the oven light on to check on the roast hidden inside.

“There’s a new upstart in Iowa, calls himself Jupiter. Can’t be older than nine, one of the biggest crybabies I’ve ever had to train.”

Jazz snorted.

“Are we basing this off of their first look at you, or just how they behave in general?”

Dan didn’t answer.

Jazz read between the lines and stifled a laugh.

Little Jupiter had definitely cried upon seeing Dan.

“Did you go see Lian, then?”

“Fuck yeah I saw Lian! She’s so big, no wonder I couldn’t find her in the Realms!”

Jazz listened to Dan wax poetic about Roy’s daughter, letting him get it off his chest. After Lian had died, Dan had been as inconsolable as was possible for the emotionally stunted man. He’d spent countless hours in the Infinite Realms, searching for her, only to return heartbroken that he couldn’t find her.

He was convinced she was so doused with ecto-contamination due to her exposure to him that she would absolutely become a ghost.

But when she’d passed, there hadn’t been a trace of one. No matter how hard he’d searched, he’d never found her.

Because apparently, she’d been alive.

“-Anyways, how’s the twerp doing?”

Jazz tuned back in.

“Sorry?”

“Little me. How’s he doin?”

“Danny’s as tall as you are, Dan.”

Dan appeared at her side and phased his hand through the oven to swipe some roast.

“Doesn’t matter, I’m older. He okay?”

Jazz shrugged.

“He’s…awake. Well enough to be on his own.”

“Fucked up he stays in the same town as Maddie and Jack.”

Jazz shrugged again, a little more helplessly.

“How he chooses to heal is up to him, Dan.”

“He shouldn’t be near them,” Dan growled, causing some of the silverware to vibrate.

Jazz tensed and mentally prepared herself for the exact same argument that had brought Dan to her doorstep.

“Dan-“

“A four year coma, Jazz.”

“-It’s his choice, Dan.”

“They made him retreat into his core.”

“I know.”

“He shouldn’t be anywhere near them!”

“I know!” Jazz shouted, whirling on him, shoulders heaving as she felt her eyes glare a bright luminescent green.

They stared at each other, until ultimately Jazz won again, and Dan looked away.

“I know,” Jazz said, quieter, pulling out her phone to check it one more time, “I know, but the world has changed so much since he went down, and if this is how he wants to explore it then I won’t stop him.”

An uncomfortable silence settled over them, until the oven let out an obnoxious tune. No one moved.

“…Roast is done,” Dan said helpfully.

Jazz ignored him, eyes on the screen of her phone.

“Hey.”

She reread what Danny had sent her.

“Hey, Jazz-”

“I need to talk to Danny,” she muttered, picking up the oven mitts and tossing them at Dan as she walked towards her bedroom.

After she shut the door quietly behind her, she called her little brother.

The phone didn’t even complete the first ring before he picked up.

“Danny, are you alright?” She knew that he knew going to see their parents had been a terrible idea, and pointing that out would do no one any good.

So instead she focused on him.

“I don’t think so,” Danny said, his voice much smaller than it had any right to be.

Jazz tamped down on her instinctive need to ask a million questions and sat down on her bed instead.

“That’s fine, Danny; it’s perfectly okay to not be okay. Do you need to me to talk?”

“Yes.”

So Jazz did.

@simplestoryteller @gildedphoenix

Prompts that inspired this entire piece one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine. Ages are as follows; Dan (31), Jazz (23), Danny (21), Tucker (21), Sam(21), Ellie (19) Bruce (48), Dick (33), Barbara (32), Jason (26), Cass (26), Tim (24), Steph (24), Duke (21), Damian (17) Clark (47), Lois (45), Conner (26), Jon (20) Alfred (Deceased/immortal)

I'm trying a different method of writing, so this will be a bit different. Mostly because for this particular story I'm world-building alongside it.

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Hughes Hatty - Jack Hughes

A/N: Hello friends, I'm back. This is for the many people who requested Jack’s hat trick. I combined a lot of them, so I hope you love it.

Also, don’t forget to send me some love. I love chatting and interacting. The more love I receive, the more I’m motivated to write. 😏😉

wc: 1,871 (credit to gif maker) (please don’t steal my work) (also slight suggestive material toward the end)

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There were two things in the world you currently knew. One, the soft pretzel you were devouring was the most delicious thing ever, and two, your boyfriend wasn’t human.

You held your breath and clutched the pretzel hard when Jack raised his stick, aiming for his third goal of the night. You waited about a millisecond, but it seemed like forever when the puck sailed through the air and smacked into the net. Everyone sat there for a second in disbelief, and then everything went crazy. The floor shook from the jumping fans, people were screaming so loud you would think that the decibel reader would break, and hats were flying on the ice. Just like everyone else, you were suddenly on your feet, cheering as loud as you could and pulling Luke in for a bone-crushing hug since he was the closest thing to your boyfriend you could get to

A hat trick. A fucking hat trick.

You watched as Jack hit the glass, surrounded by his teammates and your heart soared when you saw the pure glow of happiness that radiated off of him. His energy and the energy from the packed arena were contagious. You couldn’t help but laugh and continue to cheer as loud as your voice would let you.

It was a good game, scratch that, it was a great game, and you couldn’t wait to get ahold of your boyfriend. A game like this was enough to make you almost want to cry. You had been there for Jack during his rookie season, and he'd hated it. Everyone believed he would be a draft bust—a pretty boy who had confidence but couldn't back it up. However, you looked at him now and only saw his infinite potential. Yeah, you may be a little biased, but you knew Jack, and you knew he was a great fucking player.

The game ended with a devil's win, and the second the clock ran out, you and Luke headed down to the devil's tunnel, hoping to see the man of the hour.

As soon as you make it to the tunnel, you quickly realize that you should make yourself comfortable; Jack is going to be busy for a while. You immediately see him being swarmed with media cameras, and you can't help but shake your head at how cocky he looks.

"He's going to be insufferable, isn't he?" You stated, turning to Luke.

"He's bad after one goal, and plus, you're here."

"I'm here? What difference does that make?"

Luke rolls his eyes. "Oh please, Jack lives and breaths to impress you."

You shrug your shoulders, "As he should."

You turn your attention back on your boyfriend, who is making the many interviewers laugh with whatever he has just said.

"What do you think he's saying?" You ask Luke.

"Don't know."

You continue to watch as Jack talks; he’s gotten better recently in interviews. He’s better at acting suave and having good answers. Yet, after the “gato” incident a couple of weeks ago, you can't help but think there are sometimes no thoughts in his pretty little head.

You're staring hard again when suddenly you catch your boyfriend's sight, his eyes widen, and a bright smile takes over his features. He says something hurriedly, and you can tell he is trying to excuse himself from the interview in a polite way. You try to tell him to be patient telepathically. You’re not going anywhere.

He seems to finish a few minutes later, and the second he gets away from the mic, you see him make his move, trying to slide away. You can’t help but chuckle as you watch him try to sneak off toward you, but before he gets three feet, he is intercepted by another camera. Of course, you can’t blame everyone; the first hat trick of a career is a big deal. You’ll have to wait your turn.

You focus back on Luke, and you both busy yourself with aimless conversations about college, upcoming finals, and Luke being a bit nervous about the upcoming WJC. You're gassing him up and telling him you think he is going to get Captain when suddenly you’re pulled, quite literally, into someone’s arms.

You barely have time to react when you feel Jack's lips on yours. He tastes like Gatorade, desperately needs some chapstick, and smells like hockey. Yet, you find yourself melting into him anyway. You stay there for a second before you pull back, finally meeting him face to face.

“Hi J,” you whisper, “nice hatty.”

He doesn’t respond; he grabs your face and melts his lips against yours again. The kiss is easy, fun, and a little teasing, but it’s also sweet and gentle.

You stay like that for another second when you remember that you’re still in public and in front of Luke, so you break away from him, Jack chasing after your lips. You do everyone a favor and put some distance between you two, but Jack keeps stepping closer to you.

When Luke turns back to you two, he looks a little disgusted, but he moves to congratulate his older brother. They do an awkward little semi-hug, but it's a sweet moment.

When Jack finishes hugging Luke, he grabs back onto your waist and pulls you back in, lightly tugging on the Devil's top you're wearing. "Are you comfy in this?"

You nod, a little confused. "Yeah, Why?"

Jack smiles a wicked smile. "We're going out, we gotta celebrate."

You can't help but smile at Jack's words, and you nod your head toward the locker room. "Go grab me your keys and go shower."

He nods and places a quick peck on your lips before speeding off to the locker room.

"When he says celebrate, does that include me?" Luke asks from beside you.

You whip around to face him, "Duh, you're my partner in crime."

Luke looks relieved as Jack jogs back out of the locker room, throwing you his Range Rover keys.

"I'll be out in 10. If you don't want to stay in your jeans, I have an extra pair of clean sweats," Jack yells at you; you give him a thumbs up as you and Luke start toward the parking garage.

Half an hour later, you're at a bar in the middle of Jersey, surrounded by the entire devil's hockey team. Everyone is celebrating the win, as well as their star player, who is soaking up every ounce of attention.

Jack has never felt better. He feels like he is on top of the world after the game he just had. Even more, you're here. After not seeing each other for a month, he finally has you back. Even if it's just over your short break from school before finals, he still believes it's fate that you got to see him score his first hat trick.

"You okay, J?" You ask, searching Jack's eyes.

He dips his head down and meets your lips for a brief kiss, "Never better."

You smile up at him and turn your attention back to another player you are talking to. Jack watches as you smile and engage in the conversation. He loves how well you get along with his teammates, but suddenly he is overtaken by another feeling. He wants you all to himself. He wants to be alone with you in his apartment for the first time in a month.

You can tell he is thinking way too hard when Jack goes silent, and once again, you pull his attention to you. "Seriously, Jack, are you okay?"

He takes a beat before he answers, pulling in a big breath of air and letting it out. "I wanna celebrate with you."

"You are celebrating with me."

Jack shakes his head, "I want to celebrate with just you. I miss you."

Your heart cracks slightly with his admission, and you lock your hands behind his head. "Lukes here."

"I'll buy him a hotel."

You snort at his response and slightly push him away. "Come on, Jack."

He pulls you back in, and after a minute of sitting in his arms, you both are interrupted by Luke stumbling into you.

"Hey, I'm gonna stay with Nico tonight."

Immediately once the sentence leaves Luke's mouth, you turn to Jack.

"Did you really ask Nico to take Luke?" You're not mad, but you don't want Luke to feel like he isn't welcome.

Jack rapidly shakes his head, and Luke goes to defend him.

"Don't worry (Y/N), Jack didn't do anything. I asked Nico if I could stay with him so you two could be alone.

Jack has never loved his little brother more than at this moment. Soon, he’s handing Luke off to Nico and dragging you out of the bar.

It isn’t long before you’re at Jack’s apartment. It’s a nice place with a few decorations you picked out for him, and it has a great view of Jersey. You smile when you see it’s pretty clean, minus a few stray items, and you bust out laughing when the second you enter, Jack drops your bag in the middle of the floor, approaches the kitchen counter, and lights a candle.

“To set the mood.” He winks at you.

You roll your eyes at the boy in front of you, but you can’t lie, you’ve been missing being alone with him. So, you make your way into the bedroom to change, and in fifteen minutes, the two of you are cuddled up on the couch, watching something Jack swore was a great show.

You’re quite comfortable in the current position, with Jack lying directly on top of you, providing great warmth. He’s not even watching the TV, instead laying his head in the crook of your neck while you’re gently scratching his scalp. You’re a little afraid he’s fallen asleep on you, but he begins to rub his hands up and down the sides of your waist, dipping his fingers beneath the waistband of the sweats you're wearing.

You tense up a bit because his hands are a little chilly, and you can feel him smirk into your neck.

“You’re not watching the show.” You state.

Jack pulls his head from your neck to stare into your eyes. “I’ve seen it before.”

He goes back down but, this time places a few featherlight kisses on your neck that has you smiling. He pulls back again to look at you once more, his green eyes staring at you with so much love and adoration it has you melting further into the couch.

“So, now that we’re alone. Do you by chance, remember when you had a few drinks and explained, in graphic detail, what you would do if I ever got a hat trick?”

You pulled back from him, blushing a shade deeper. “Oh my god, Jack.”

“Well, it involved you and me, no clothing, and three of something.”

You shrieked when he squeezed your sides and pressed his hips hard into yours.

“So what do you say? Wanna have another Hughes Hatty?”

You didn’t answer him. You just pulled him down to meet you, suddenly remembering precisely what you’d said all those nights ago.

hi again, thanks for reading. You’re amazing and I love u.

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Four Lessons for the Long Haul - What Long Covid has taught me on resilience

When the paramedics came for me in the sweltering days of May 2020 it didn’t feel real. I had just passed out in the heat and collapsed headfirst into a radiator. I’d seen paramedics attend to friends and relatives, but in my feverish state, it didn’t sink in that they would come for me. My youthful sense of invincibility quickly faded. I found myself unable to lift my limbs or produce full sentences, and interminable headaches left me in despair. The after-effects are still with me today, in the form of Long Covid.

Now that I have regained some energy, I would like to share some of the lessons that illness has taught me about enduring difficulty in the climate and ecological crisis.

Lesson One: We need courage, not hope

Let the pain be your fuel. Let your total rejection of the status quo give you the courage to transform your life, to stand out from the crowd, and demand transformative action.

Margaret Klein Salamon, Facing the Climate Emergency

For the first few months of my illness, I woke up every morning hoping that I would suddenly recover and have “my life back”. Rather than letting go of what I could no longer do, I kept trying to live as before. But this detachment from the reality of my situation only brought me more pain.

Once I had the courage to face the uncertainty of illness, I let go of anxiously awaiting a miraculous recovery, and relaxed into my situation. In facing my pain and isolation I was able to accept them. They are a state of exile and vulnerability that can be a source of strength for navigating our bittersweet world.

The same is true for facing the climate emergency. If we hope that technology will save us or that criminally negligent governments will suddenly act responsibly, we are recklessly gambling our future on very poor odds. This can only bring pain. Once we start to tell ourselves the truth about the situation, we can find pride in our honesty and compassion in our grief. It’s from here that the resolve to take action will emerge.

Lesson Two: Follow your bliss

Joseph Campbell’s saying, “Follow your bliss,” is not an irresponsible phrase that ignores the pain of life but a reminder to receive pleasure and contentment, even in the depths of suffering.

Toko-pa Turner, Belonging

In illness, every day feels like a struggle. When it shows no sign of improving, or worsens, I lose my morale to keep going. It's an exhausting and depressing limbo. In the darkest and weakest hours, I saw my life flash before my eyes and began to dream of people and places I hadn’t seen for a decade. I saw the highs and lows that had shaped me into the man I am today. This gave me some space and perspective to see things from a different angle. From each challenge, there was a learning on how to face hardship. From each joy, an inspiration to live to the full.

Holding on to these feelings helps bring balance to life. In activism, we follow a true passion and through it find our fullest potential. But even this has its limits. Every step along the way we need to find that balance of difficulty and joy for our own wellbeing. Our struggle for climate and ecological action brings many challenges that can lead us to despairing inertia. In my sickness, a joy was as simple as the view from my bedroom window: a falling blossom, a scudding cloud, a wandering snail.

Such joys became my music, my dance, my poetry, my comedy and my sport: ways to relax into whatever challenge chronic pain brought.

Everyday joys can give us the resilience to keep facing what we must face. So as we rebel with all our might against the existential threat posed by the climate and ecological emergency, let’s also cherish what makes our existence so precious. From that reflective space we can find the courage to keep going.

Lesson Three: Words Matter

“The merest schoolgirl, when she falls in love, has Shakespeare or Keats to speak her mind for her; but let a sufferer try to describe a pain in his head to a doctor and language at once runs dry.”

Virginia Woolfe, On Being Ill

As I slowly regained my speech, I struggled to find the words to describe what I was going through. It struck me that there is a serious lack of language on both chronic illness and climate chaos. If you are unable to express a feeling, you are unlikely to find any solace for it.

For our society to be able to come to terms with the emergency we need a language to relate to in films, literature and TV. Some of the best I think we have so far are Parable of the Sower by Octavia Butler, a piercing portrayal of the rise of sexism and racism in an uninhabitable America; The Road by Cormac McCarthy, for its portrayal of the gritty end-point of mass extinction; and early Studio Ghibli films such as Princess Monoke/Nausicaa, whose heroines champion coexistence with the natural world.

However, the vast majority of current work focuses too much on apocalypse scenarios, produced to scare the shit out of us, instead of relatable everyday stories. How about a climate drama set in water scarce Somalia? Or a northern woman’s heroic adventure to save her hometown from flooding? We need more romances that argue over whether having kids is responsible and comedies that mock the insanity of our toxic system like The Yes Men or Simon Amstell’s Carnage.

Stories are key for an emotional connection to the challenges humanity faces. Our stories of rebellion can be cathartic for climate anxiety and stir a generation of heroes ready to speak out for their futures. Let’s start writing them.

Lesson Four: Belonging

“By reviving a community, built around the places in which we live, and by anchoring ourselves, our politics and parts of our economy in the life of this community, we can recover the best aspects of humanity. We can mobilise our remarkable nature for our own good and the good of our neighbours.”

George Monbiot, Out of the Wreckage

Being housebound and unable to hold conversations without paralysing headaches is extremely isolating. Yet even in the depths of my pain I was able to appreciate the love of our community. Rebels gave me cards, voice-notes, medical advice, paintings and - best of all – cakes, cookies and biscuits fresh from the oven. The feeling of belonging to and being supported by a community of kindhearted and extraordinary people gave me strength every step of the way.

Together we are building a community that can hold us through the dark days with pride, friendship and joy. We are showing not only the best aspects of humanity but also the solid foundations of a successful social movement. The climate and ecological emergency will shape the rest of our lives. So take every opportunity you can to nourish and prepare yourself for the long journey ahead. You’ll not only be more resilient, but you’ll find more joy.

-- Thanks for reading. If you enjoyed this or can think of someone who could benefit from these words please do share it. If you'd like to read more, subscribe to my blog :) Peace, Robin

Photograph: Franck Fife

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hearts intertwined (hamilton x sister! driver!rosberg) pt3

chapter three: the rookie rosberg

warnings- none at all

series so far - pt1 pt2

The air in the Red Bull garage hung heavy with anticipation. It was qualifying day for the Bahrain Grand Prix, the first race of the season, and Y/N, perched on the edge of a mechanics chair, was a bundle of nervous energy. Her hands tapped a frantic rhythm against her thighs, a stark contrast to the practiced calm of Max beside her.

"Hey," a voice said softly, startling her. It was Nico, his familiar blue eyes radiating a quiet reassurance. "First time jitters?"

Y/N managed a watery smile. "Something like that. Feels like everyone's expecting me to crash and burn."

Nico chuckled. "They underestimate you, kiddo. Just remember, you belong here. You've earned it."

Across the paddock, Lewis watched the interaction, a strange pang of…discomfort settling in his chest. Nico Rosberg, his old nemesis, back in the F1 world, albeit in a different role. It was a reminder of past battles, and a flicker of competitive fire ignited in his eyes. This season was about winning, no matter what.

The qualifying session began. Y/N, heart hammering in her chest, strapped herself into the car. Liam, Nico's former race engineer, his voice now a familiar comfort in her ear, guided her through the pre-race checks.

"Alright, Y/N," Liam's voice crackled through the radio. "Deep breaths. Let's see what you can do out there."

Y/N took a deep breath, pushing past the nerves. This was it. Years of training culminating in this very moment. As she pushed the throttle down the pit lane, a sense of exhilaration washed over her, momentarily erasing her anxieties.

The first laps were tentative, Y/N pushing the car, learning its limits. Liam's voice, calm yet encouraging, guided her through the corners. The timer on the pit wall ticked down, the pressure mounting.

Suddenly, Liam's voice cut through the tension. "Y/N, that was a phenomenal lap! P2 in Q1. Absolutely stunning work!"

A surprised laugh escaped Y/N's lips. P2? On her first ever qualifying session? The relief was palpable.

The paddock buzzed with disbelief. Y/N Rosberg, the rookie, had just placed ahead of established names like Ricciardo and Bottas. The media frenzy was already brewing.

Qualifying progressed, the tension thickening with every eliminated driver. Q3 arrived, the final battle for pole position. The tension in the Red Bull garage was thick enough to cut with a knife. Max launched himself out first, clocking a blistering lap time.

Y/N, her nerves now steeled with focus, took the track. She pushed the car to its absolute limit, feeling the G-forces pin her to the seat. Her tires screamed in protest as she carved through the corners, her vision a blur of speed.

As she crossed the finish line, her heart pounded like a drum solo. Liam's voice, barely containing his excitement, filled the car. "P2, Y/N! P2! That's incredible! You're just behind Lewis!"

Y/N couldn't believe her ears. P2 beside Lewis, the reigning champion? A grin split her face, wide and genuine. This wasn't just about proving herself anymore. This was about the thrill of the race, the pure joy of pushing herself and the car to the limit. As she jumped out of the car, she was pulled into a tight hug by Max. "I'm so proud of you Y/N!!" he exclaimed.

Lewis, watching from the Mercedes garage, saw the jubilation on Y/N's face. A strange mixture of admiration and annoyance flickered across his features. He couldn't deny her talent. The Rosberg name was back, and this time, it was here to stay.

The desert sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows across the track. The stage was set for a battle royale. Rookie versus champion. Rosberg versus Hamilton.

time skip to the next day - its race day!

The desert sun beat down mercilessly on the Bahrain International Circuit, baking the asphalt and turning the air into a shimmering haze. This wasn't just any race day; it was the culmination of years of relentless training and unwavering dreams for Y/N. Her heart hammered a frantic rhythm against her ribs as she lined up on the grid, P2 staring back at her from the starting light gantry. Lewis, on pole position, stole a glance at her in his rearview mirror. He saw the raw determination in her eyes, a reflection of Nico in his younger days, and a surge of unfamiliar anxiety shot through him.

Lights out! The engines roared to life, and Y/N launched off the line with a blistering start. She clung to Lewis's tail like a hungry wolf, their tires spitting sparks as they battled for supremacy. Liam's voice crackled in her ear, a calm anchor amidst the storm. "Stay focused, Y/N! You've got this!"

Lewis, fixated on keeping Y/N behind, failed to notice Max weaving his way through the pack like a silver demon. By lap ten, Max had snatched the lead, leaving Lewis fuming in his wake. His frustration grew with each lap as Y/N doggedly pursued him, their cars a blur of red and blue against the stark desert landscape.

The battle for P2 was fierce. Y/N, fueled by a desire to prove herself, pushed Lewis to his limits. "Fuck man, why is she right behind me?," Lewis exclaimed over the radio. Bono replied equally as stressed, "She is really pushing the limits Lewis, reminds me a lot of Ni-", Lewis interrupted him abruptly, "Don't finish that." The radio cackled in silence. They dueled for corners, their tires screaming in protest as they brushed against the edge of control. Finally, Y/N saw her chance. With a daring maneuver, she overtook Lewis on the inside of a tight corner, the crowd erupting in a roar. Lewis, his face a mask of fury, slammed on his brakes, narrowly avoiding a collision.

The remaining laps felt like an eternity. Y/N, her body pushed to its physical limit, held onto P2 with gritted teeth. As she crossed the finish line, the checkered flag waving her on, pure elation flooded her. She had done it. P2 in her first ever F1 race!

The podium ceremony was a blur of flashing cameras and champagne showers. Y/N, still buzzing from the adrenaline rush, beamed as she held up the P2 trophy. Across the podium, Lewis watched, his jaw clenched tight. He couldn't deny her talent, but the thought of a Rosberg on the podium rankled him.

When the celebrations subsided, Y/N, eager for a post-race handshake, approached Lewis. He glared at her, his expression cold. As she extended her hand and before she could utter a word, he shoved her hand away with a force that sent a jolt of pain shooting up her arm. Her hand slammed against the metal doorframe of the cooldown room, leaving a throbbing bruise.

Shock clouded Y/N's features. She knew Lewis disliked her, but this blatant hostility was unexpected. Nico, who had been watching the exchange from afar, felt a surge of anger rise within him. He lunged towards Lewis, but was restrained by a team member.

"Leave it, Nico," Y/N whispered, her voice tight with hurt. "Who the fuck does he think he is? He can fight me, fuck he can kick me or anything, but laying a hand on u? Even for the lowlife that he is, that was not okay," Nico shouted angrily. Lando who watched this jumped to Y/N's defense and grabbed an ice pack laying it on her hand gingerly, pulling her into a side hug.

Lewis, oblivious to the drama he'd caused, stormed off towards his garage. He couldn't shake the image of Y/N celebrating her victory, Max by her side. A pang of something akin to jealousy pierced through his competitive spirit. He would have to crush her, he thought, before this rivalry spiraled further out of control.

As Y/N joined Max, who wrapped her in a congratulatory hug, a lone tear rolled down her cheek. The silver war had destroyed her brother's friendship with Lewis. She never realized it would eventually chip away her relationship so greatly. This victory was bittersweet. She had proven herself, but at what cost? The battle lines were drawn, the rivalry ignited. The roar of the desert wind seemed to echo the challenge: could she maintain her momentum, or would Lewis find a way to break her?

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so lewis is kind of a dick in this one! i promise he gets better but note to all the readers - regardless of how much you dislike a person, violence is not condonable by any stretch of the imagination. also

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Nanami Kento/F!Reader

summary: Nanami makes a request of Gojo to use his connections to arrange his marriage. He just wasn’t expecting to develop a crush on the person arranging his marriage.

word count: 4.2k

warnings: inexplicit references to sexual content

note: I had a very different intention for how this would flow but this is not it. oh well.

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He was already starting to regret this. The house he was brought to was lavish, well maintained and belonging to an owner who took excellent care of the property. Someone from Gojo’s circles outside of Jujutsu Tech and not someone he’d rub elbows with commonly. In all fairness, they weren’t people Nanami wanted to rub elbows with either, but he felt it was natural to be nervous in a house this nice. Just how lucrative was this business anyway?

“Gojo, where did you bring me?”

“I said I’d bring you to the best in the world, didn’t I?” He did say that, but this was Satoru Gojo. There was always a joke or a loophole, Nanami learned to expect that. “This is where the best in the world lives and works - but only for her favorite clients.”

Just how many people had Gojo brought here that he’d become a favorite? Or was he really a favorite? Again, this was Satoru Gojo.

“When you said you had a proposition for me, I thought I’d finally get the big fish engaged.” The teasing tone pulled his attention to the staircase, and he rose an eyebrow at the sight of a woman who seemed vaguely familiar but he couldn’t place from where. “Who’s this?”

“Kento Nanami. A grade one sorcerer in need of a lady friend.”

“Why can’t you ever give me a proper introduction?” Nanami asks, following behind Gojo when his coworker moves to follow you into a room off to the side of the staircase.

You’re standing at a bookcase, opening and flipping through various notebooks until you find what you’re looking for, and Nanami notices that the notebook has Gojo’s name on the front of it when you turn to face them. Based on the size of the notebook and how worn it was, you do a lot of work with Gojo. Both men sit at the desk but you opt to continue standing as you flip through pages, and Nanami takes the time to observe how neat your office was. Art prints on the walls, a couple certificates, and two swords that he could feel the cursed energy radiating off of. Imbued with strong cursed energy, he’d assume you’d had a heavenly pact if he hadn’t already felt the fountain of energy you contained. It felt different from Gojo, it was warmer - much more comforting.

“Kento Nanami,” you mumble, writing in the notebook and only once barely glancing up from the page to see him watching you intently. “You’ve got a technique, right?”

“Seven-to-three. It’s a ratio technique.”

“So someone interested in math might be a plus. Height?”

And he’s forthcoming with the answers to your questions - sometimes having to correct Gojo’s incorrect answers - and he hates that Gojo is getting so much detailed information about himself that was so delicately tucked away. Things about him that would be used against him, as if Nanami asking Gojo about how to have his own marriage arranged wasn’t fuel enough for relentless teasing from the so-called strongest sorcerer.

“Is there a type of woman you’re most interested in?”

“Intelligent, patience, and being competent in a kitchen is a bonus but not required. I’m more than capable of cooking for myself.”

“You want a spouse who can keep herself occupied, I’m sure. Employed?”

“Unnecessary. I have an ample salary to care for two.”

“Appearance?”

“That’s irrelevant to me. What is most important is what lies beneath.”

That had you looking up from the notebook, pen halting only for a moment before you recovered and crossed something out before writing something else. Gojo was shocked enough for the entire room, you didn’t have anything else to add.

It’s only another twenty minutes and a couple pictures with requests for others where he looks less constipated before you’re walking them to the front door of your home while explaining next steps to Nanami. He’d expect to hear from you in a couple days with a date and time to look at profiles of prospective brides that you pulled based on the information you got from him today and estimated compatibility scores.

Gojo is left with a demand that he deal with the Zen’in clan who had been in contact with you regarding Megumi’s future plans for marriage that were none of your business. It seemed you had the same opinion of the clan that Gojo did, which wasn’t surprising but was definitely interesting. He'd have expected your work to not interfere with the dealings of the clans, but he supposed the jujutsu world was always dancing around the wishes of the clans.

“How do you know her?”

“We worked together a few years back on a special grade that had popped up while she was in Tokyo running errands. She doesn’t do a lot of sorcerer work, but she’ll gear up if her services are requested. Mostly she gets paid good money to arrange marriages for people like us.”

“But not you?”

“I’m too busy for a spouse. You’ve got strict hours and a real want for someone to come home to, better suited for marriage than someone like me.”

Everyone eventually resigned themselves to their fate. Maybe in a few years Gojo will change his mind, slow down in his work and let himself accept what he knew they all wanted deep down: a way to escape from the harsh reality that was the world of jujutsu. For now, that wasn’t an issue for Nanami to make his own so he wasn’t going to allow this to slide for the time being.

“Y’know I’m sure Shoko would let you take her out on a date - for practice, of course.”

Nanami pretends to not have heard the suggestion. Shoko had much more important things to do than go on pretend dates with him.

Two weeks pass before he’s sitting in your home again. This time not in your office, but outside on your back patio enjoying a tea and light snacks while going through the stacks of folders produced with potential marriage candidates. You preferred pen and paper to digital record keeping, printed photographs on glossy paper or the occasional polaroid carefully fastened to the folder with a paperclip. Some records were so extensive that an actual binder was required rather than just a folder, whether that was by your design or the client’s he’d yet to figure out.

There were two loaded binders, three thick folders, and two thinner ones stacked on the side of the table, and he dreads needing to look through them all. Arranging a marriage seemed much more simple when he floated the idea past Gojo - it didn’t feel like he’d need to be so involved. He could learn to live with and care for anybody as would be his responsibility as a husband - the responsibility he was signing up for by requesting a marriage to be arranged.

The seven potential candidates you’d selected had the highest compatibility scores from your own assessment of his wants and theirs. All in his preferred age range, some with their natural hair color others with artificially colored hair, even their sexual experience was provided in some detail.

“Your research is extensive,” he comments while reading through the first file. Her name was Yui, first born daughter to a farmer and his wife (who was a former sorcerer) with three younger siblings but no training in jujutsu but the ability to see curses and potential for a cursed technique to have been inherited. Artificial blonde, went to university to study journalism and writes for a gossip magazine with freelance projects on the side.

Key consideration: terrified of the sight of blood. That note has him closing the folder and setting it to the side to create his own discard pile.

“The world of jujutsu is a picky and particular one. The clans go off of technique, fertility, and strength which makes it easy. Those who don’t have clans arranging or go outside of their clans want much more freedom of choice, and things to choose from.”

“Has someone really turned down a candidate because of their sexual experience?”

“More often than you’d think, in both directions. Why didn’t you like Yui?”

“Being afraid of the sight of blood doesn’t seem to fit right with my profession.” As expected, you write that down in your notebook while your free hand idly stirs your tea.

“Reckless in combat?”

“No, but I’m not untouchable like Gojo is. Accidents happen, I’d hate to spur my spouse into terror because a bloody shirt was in the washing machine.

You nod, this time lifting one of the small finger sandwiches to your lips as you continue to write. He looks into the next folder, surprised to see this candidate was a sorcerer from overseas looking to move to Tokyo. Céline from Paris, grade two sorcerer without a cursed technique. Her mission record was attached, and Nanami raises an eyebrow at the fact that she’d never completed a mission on her own. That was intriguing, and the notes that followed regarding the reason for denial to be promoted to grade one made it clear why she’d never finished a mission on her own: she was reckless and endangered herself and her colleagues on every mission.

With moving to Tokyo, she doesn’t want to give up being a sorcerer. Ideally would continue down this career path until plans to have children were made and solidified.

With that, Nanami moves Céline into the discard pile as well. He had no interest in a spouse who was recklessly endangering herself and planned on continuing to do so until pregnancy forced her to stop. He wasn’t even certain that he wanted children, and it seemed like she did eventually which was not going to be satisfactory for her.

The other five files meet the same fate, neatly stacked on the other side of the table while you continue to take notes. You’d added about three more pages on notes while watching him read through files and provide commentary when asked, which showed just how observant you were. This was a profession you excelled at for a reason.

“Are you normally this picky, Mr. Nanami? This is just a review to see if you want to meet these ladies, not propose on the spot.”

“I don’t want to waste their time or my own if I don’t believe there will be a connection after the meeting. If I don't see a future, why bother?”

“Should I just let you read through my entire filing cabinet on prospects to see if there’s anyone you like?” You were teasing him, that was clear and made him feel just a bit better about shutting down all of your preliminary choices. But perhaps you expected him to do that, if the additional set of four folders you pulled from the bag sitting on your left meant anything. You truly watched everything that he did.

“That shouldn’t be necessary. You spent the last hour psychoanalyzing me with intentionally incompatible brides for a reason, did you not?”

“Not intentionally incompatible, just incidentally. Everyone is open to options until they have the options, that’s where the pickiness sets in. Everyone has lines they’d prefer not to cross, I needed to find yours to better asses potential partners.”

“What are mine?”

“The most basic one is consistent mutual inconvenience or concern”

You go on to explain how that spiderwebs into a few other different lines that created his personal boundaries for selecting a wife (and, really, any personal acquaintance). Consistent mutual inconvenience, like him needing to hide a key risk of his profession for a wife terrified of the sight of blood while the wife would need to constantly emotionally prepare for the day where she made contact with the sight of his blood, was not a strong foundation for a relationship. Arranged or not, there needed to be levels of trust and comfortability that could be built, and that comfortability would never be built upon a foundation of fear. That mutual inconvenience webbed into concern, like always being worried that your spouse’s reckless behavior would get themselves killed but they have no desire to quit their job or change their ways would just create exhaustion in the relationship and that wouldn’t be healthy for the marriage.

If asked, he was definitely reading the words on the paper in his hands and not too captivated by every word that left your mouth to even remember the woman’s name on the page. He had a type, and you were sitting right across from him. It was a shame you weren’t an option.

A month passes and you’ve finally gotten him to agree to meet with a prospective bride. He had a condition and that was that he got to debrief with you immediately after to share his thoughts and feelings, and you agreed to it without hesitation. Of course Gojo was paying for every minute of your time that Nanami used, so agreeing was a natural decision, but part of him hoped it was a desire to spend that time with him and hear his opinions as more than just a client.

The prospective bride was named Sayuri. She, like you, had graduated from Jujutsu High’s Kyoto campus and she also, like you, had retired from working as a sorcerer. But with a full stop due to an injury that rendered her cursed technique inoperable, leaving random missions off the table for her own health.

He appreciated a woman who knew her physical limits, and you looked so proud when he told her that to her face. He was trying, and he was glad that you saw that too, but he knew he’d take the wind out of your sails when he told you that he didn’t see himself with Sayuri for more than just a couple dinner dates. She was nice, truly a lovely girl, but her opinions on teenagers were far too negative while he greatly enjoyed the time he got to spend with the Jujutsu High students (even if they weren’t aware that he enjoyed being around them). As much as they could irritate him, he learned a lot from them but that was a notion that Sayuri just couldn’t accept. He couldn’t accept her as a bride if she would be uncomfortable with Yuuji or Maki stopping in for a visit every now and again.

Nanami is only slightly disappointed in himself when you deflate at the news. But you also seem more determined to find him a bride, and that brings him relief that you didn’t think he was a lost cause just yet. He would hate to feel as though he’d wasted your time, that was clearly a precious commodity to yourself and other people who desired your services.

“It’s almost like you prefer spending time with me rather than any other women,” you comment off-handedly before leaving, something he knew you meant that as a tease but he dared not tell you it was an accurate assumption. He wanted you to want to continue to be around him, this crush of his would go away once he’d found a suitable arrangement.

You start to consume his thoughts, the worst part is that he’d been traveling for missions so he hadn’t seen you in weeks. Every day he’s checking his phone for a message from you, his email for new scans of your notes on a prospective spouse, any indication that you were thinking of him just as much as he was thinking of you. It was disgustingly unprofessional to be so distracted, especially when you were simply doing your job that Gojo was paying you to do. To think that you had any sort of feeling for him would be presumptuous, preposterous, and downright idiotic.

But you never said anything about having a partner of your own, and that gives him a hope that he’s not sure he should have. How could he maintain an air of professionalism when in the back of his head he’s wondering if there was a flavor attached to the glossy shine decorating your lips?

He lets himself get distracted during his first mission back in Tokyo. The curse wasn’t even a particularly strong one, just annoying, and he let himself get distracted by his phone vibrating in his pocket. He usually put his phone on do-not-disturb when he was on a mission, this time he did not and he had a growing red stain on his shirt to pay for that error. If it was just a text, that’d be one thing. Unfortunately for him it was a call, the vibration strong against his thigh and enough to skew his focus long enough to miss the way the curse lunged at him. Poor performance on his part.

He was just going to go home after this, enjoy a shower in his own personal bathroom and then check in at the school in the morning. Sleep in his own bed and enjoy being home after six weeks of hotels (as nice as they were).

Then he checked his phone, listened to the voicemail that you had left and how excited you sounded to have found the one for him.

He tells the cab driver your address before he even considers going to the school to see Shoko to have his injury treated. He’d rather be dead in an alley than be in the school infirmary for the night, the concrete was definitely going to be more comfortable than the bed there.

He doesn’t even know what he’d say to you when he knocks on your door. He doesn’t know how you’d react, but he feels better when you open the door and bring him in with just one look at his disheveled state and bring him up the stairs. In all the visits he’d made to your home, this was the first time he’d been up the stairs.

“What happened?” you ask softly once he’s in your master bathroom, and he sighs as he sits on your toilet per your instruction. The first aid kit is pulled from under the sink, but his attempt to unbutton his shirt is thwarted when you start to do it for him. “Talk to me, Kento.”

“I got distracted while fighting a curse.”

“Distracted? That doesn’t sound like you.” You sound worried, and that makes him feel better about being here. Less imposing, at the very least. “But I guess you’ve been going nonstop for a few weeks. Must’ve been a big distraction.”

“I was only momentarily distracted. A mistake that won’t be repeated.”

“I’m sure,” you murmur, your hands carefully cleaning around the wound in his side. “Y’know, Shoko would be a better doctor considering she actually is one.”

“I can leave, if-”

“No.” Your hand on his chest stops him from trying to stand. “I’d rather you stay, honestly.”

He relaxes at that, letting his head fall back against the wall with his eyes closed as you continue to work. It wasn’t life threatening by any means, and you were being very gentle with him as you worked to clean up the blood so you could better look at it.

“Why me, though?”

“I didn’t think much about it. I considered where I felt safe, and you were the first to come to mind.” It’s a vulnerable answer, an honesty he wasn’t prepared to share so openly but you were safe. Always had been. Even with your analyzing gaze and the way you managed to carefully pick apart his guarded exterior, you still felt safe for him. But the way your brow furrowed when he looked down raised a concern. “Is there an issue?”

“No, no issue. You bled a fair amount but that made it look worse than it actually is. You’ll survive until the morning, and Shoko can patch you up properly then.” And he feels the gauze on his skin, your hands applying decent pressure to keep it in place as you start to wrap the bandaging to keep the gauze in place throughout the night. Then your touch is gone, and he sees you standing while carefully removing the gloves that were now stained with his blood. “Pain meds?”

“Please.” He’s letting you pull him to stand, his shirt is now ruined and not worth keeping on but it’d be rude for him to walk around without some sort of covering. This feels indecent when his relationship with you was supposed to be strictly business, like he’s crossing a boundary that wasn’t meant to be crossed - a boundary that he supposed he had crossed when he came to you instead of calling Shoko. He didn’t even know if you had medical training aside from the basic first aid all sorcerers are taught.

“I make you feel safe, huh?”

“You know almost everything about me. More than any of my colleagues who I trust with my life know.” He hears your thoughtful hum in response to his statement, watching as your fingers carefully roll one of the buttons of his undone shirt between them. “So, yes, I feel very safe with you. I enjoy the time we spend together.”

And he doesn’t register how it happens, all he knows is that his lips are on yours and your hands are now gripping his shirt to keep him close while his hands hold your face close to his. Your legs hit the footboard of your bed frame, something that halts him for only a moment before he’s carefully helping you over it while your hands push his shirt off of his shoulders.

This was not what he had intended when he showed up on your doorstep unannounced and bleeding, but now he knows your lips taste like strawberry and the flavor of your gloss lingers long after you’ve removed it. He knows that you’re not afraid of taking what it is you need, that you had wanted him just as badly as he had wanted you.

But after he’s come down from the moment he lets his brain take over and his anxiety flares. You were supposed to be finding him a suitable spouse, yet here he was in your bed - how could that possibly end? Would you want to help him after he crossed this boundary? Did you want him to stay here with you tonight? Probably not, even if you were sleeping soundly with your head on his arm. So he pulls himself away from you as soon as he’s sure you won’t wake, knowing that he caught sight of a guest bedroom down the hall close to the stairs. He’d sleep there, then make breakfast in the morning. Simple recovery of a situation that he hoped wouldn’t crumble in his hands.

If you’d been upset by his choice not to sleep in your bed, you don’t show it. The following morning you only greet him with breakfast and let him know that you enjoyed yourself and hoped that he did the same. He left your home to go back to the Jujutsu Tech campus with a kiss on the cheek and mug of coffee to go, with a promise that he'd be in touch to properly go over the notes you'd sent him.

Then it was back to business.

Only that business involved more overnight visits, ones where he stayed by your side through the night and went through the motions of the morning with you. Breakfast and coffee, then you both were off to perform your respective jobs. It was odd, sleeping with you then the next day receiving texts about potential candidates. Part of him admired your ability to maintain sight of the goal, the other part wished you’d tell him that you wanted to be with him instead of some random person seeking a husband. He’d miss the intimacy you shared when he finally settled for someone he could live with for the rest of his life - when that would happen, he wasn’t sure.

He just knew it wouldn’t be any time soon. He didn’t want to settle just yet.

“I found another candidate for you to review,” you mention one evening, your fingers lazily carding through his hair as he relaxes against you. A disinterested hum is all he can bother to respond with, knowing that he was going to find a reason to reject the proposition. He knew what he wanted, and you unfortunately weren’t an option.

“Would you marry me, Kento?” He’s surprised to hear you ask such a question, lifting his head from where it rests on your chest to see you watching him with a soft smile. “I’m running out of candidates for you to turn down.”

“I didn’t think you were an option,” he murmurs, watching as your shoulders shrug against the mattress. Clearly you didn’t realize that you were an option either until recently.

“Originally I wasn’t. But now we’ve had sex multiple times, I’m not sure either of us would move on easily.”

Sound logic, he knew he wouldn’t be able to move on at all. Not for months, at a minimum - he really liked you a lot. “Besides, you’re very picky.”

“Do you want to be my wife?”

“I think we would have a very comfortable marriage. Mutually beneficial in many ways. The major bonus is we already like each other.” Again, your logic is sound and he knows that you know that. Why wouldn’t he want to marry you? This was exactly what he was hoping for and thought was unattainable. But you’re smiling up at him, your hand gently caressing his cheek as he watches you for any sign of uncertainty and finds none. “Do you want to be my husband?”

And he knows that he’d be honored to be your husband. You could take care of yourself, but would let him take care of you when needed. You were intelligent, independent, able to act when needed, and understood his work as a sorcerer intimately so you didn’t fear the potential consequences of his career.

You truly would be the perfect wife, the only downside was that he’d have to thank Gojo for bringing him into your life.

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stealingyourbones · 2 years

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Jason’s body isn’t meant to exist in the mortal plane. His existence is an affront to reality. It started a year or so after being revived. Jason’s body is wracked with pain as his body flickers with unearthly static, his soul rebelling against being in the wrong plane of existence. The first episode lasted only a second or two but it felt like hours. After that night, the episodes of glitching back in and out of reality became more and more frequent. Jason tried his best to prevent any and all confrontations with his family. He didn't want to worry them that he was slowly dying. His spirit forcibly trying to go back to the afterlife when all he wanted to do was stay alive.

The episodes happen every week now and last a minute or more. Each one saps Jason of all of his energy and strength. Jason spends many days just staring, eyes unfocused towards the ceiling, and just wishing for hours on end for the pain to stop.

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Danny first saw the boy around three years ago. A teenager with a white streak in his hair kneeling on a nonexistent surface and clutching his head. His mouth was open to yell but Danny couldn't hear his scream. The figure flickered in and out of existence like jarbled tv static for only a moment before he vanished.

Danny tried to figure out ways to locate the man but came up with nothing. He put the issue behind him as his new title of Ghost King required almost all of his available free time. For two years he has spotted the screaming man flickering in and out in the Ghost Zone. The man has been appearing more frequently now. He wears different clothes each time, sometimes wearing a strange red helmet, but his position is still the exact same: Curled in a ball, hands clutching his head, and mouth open in a silent scream. Each time he would flicker in and out of existence before vanishing back to where he originally came from.

Danny didn’t know what to do, he never saw anything like this before and felt helpless. He contacted Frostbite who couldn't find any previous examples of this happening in the Ghost Zone. Contacting Clockwork the man just smiled and told Danny that everything is happening exactly the way it should.

One episode of the screaming man changed everything. He appeared directly next to Danny. The man was without his helmet, he was dripping sweat and his eyes were glazed over in pain. Danny acted on impulse and knelt down to the man to rest a hand on his shoulder to ground him.

The second Danny touched the man’s shoulder he cried out in agony as he felt the mans pain as if it was his own. God, he’s seen this person for the past three years and did nothing as this man suffered to this extent? Through the pain, Danny promised himself that he would do everything in his power to help this man. Focusing on the man's spirit, He could feel the man’s soul pulling him back towards the mortal realm. Danny latched onto the man's soul and let it carry him to the man's physical form.

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Jason was fully dissociating from the pure agony his body was consumed with. His skin flickering and distorting and twisting out of place, his vision filled with nauseating swirls of greens and purples. It was always the same colors, why was it always the same damn colors?!

Suddenly, the pain became a background hum. It was still excruciating but Jason had gained a frighteningly high pain tolerance over the last three years.

Jason felt something on his shoulder and noticed a figure in his house moments before the wave of exhaustion from dealing with the episode hit him like a brick: A man in extremely detailed battle armor with a long flowing cape behind him stood hunched over him, grasping his shoulder in a vice grip. Iridescent white hair flowing in a nonexistent wind and face contorted in agony as he flickered in and out of existence. The man had taken his burden.

The last thing Jason saw before his eyes closed was a glowing crown of dark energy glowing an eerie green light atop his head. Something about it radiated a sense of safety and protection.

He didn't know who this figure was but he knew that for the first time in two years, he had hope.

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horeformilfs · 4 days

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I have an ask for you. So this can either be with Alcina, Donna, or any of the Dimitrescu daughters.

All I really want is like reader going absolutely ape-shit on some kind of foe. For whatever reason you want. Whether it be Eathan or just some random person trying to hurt her lover. The circumstance is completely up to you.

Oh, and if reader could have some kind of power, plant manipulation, shape-shifting, whatever, that would be loved.

Aaaanyway, thank you very much for even reading this. If you don't like it, just ignore me. No harm done. Have a fabulous day/night, and stay safe!

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I love this idea and made it kinda angsty

I'll Protect You...Because I Love You

Dimitrescu Family x Fem!Reader

TW: Arguing, Drinking, Fighting, Stabbing Blood, Fainting, Ethan Winters being a dick, Death

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In the dimly lit corridors of Castle Dimitrescu, Y/N moved with practiced ease, her footsteps echoing against the ancient stone walls. She had become accustomed to the labyrinthine layout of the castle during her time as Lady Alcina Dimitrescu's maid, navigating its sprawling halls with a sense of familiarity that bordered on intimacy.

But Y/N's relationship with Alcina transcended the boundaries of employer and servant. Over the course of eight months, their connection had blossomed into something far deeper—a love that defied the constraints of their disparate stations. Alcina's formidable presence had initially intimidated Y/N, but beneath her regal facade lay a woman of unparalleled complexity, whose icy exterior belied a warmth that Y/N found impossible to resist.

Despite the differences in their status, Y/N and Alcina had forged a bond built on mutual respect and unwavering devotion. In the quiet moments between their duties, they stole fleeting glances and exchanged whispered confessions, their love growing with each passing day.

And it wasn't just Alcina who had captured Y/N's heart; her affection extended to Alcina's three daughters—Daniela, Cassandra, and Bela. Initially wary of their mother's new paramour, the sisters had gradually warmed to Y/N's presence, finding in her a kindred spirit who shared their love for the sprawling grounds of Castle Dimitrescu.

Y/N's connection to the Dimitrescu family ran deeper still, for she harbored a secret that she had kept hidden from Alcina and her daughters—a power as ancient as the castle itself. Y/N possessed the ability of chlorokinesis, the power to manipulate and control plant life with but a thought. It was a gift she had inherited from her ancestors, one that she had honed in secret, fearful of the repercussions should her abilities be discovered.

But despite the challenges they faced, Y/N's love for Alcina remained steadfast, a beacon of hope in the darkness that threatened to engulf them. And as the sun dipped below the horizon and the castle came to life with the flickering of candlelight, Y/N knew that no matter what trials lay ahead, she would face them with unwavering courage, guided by the love that bound her to Alcina and her daughters.

As Y/N approached the door to their shared bedroom, she could sense the tension radiating from within. The air crackled with an uneasy energy, sending a shiver down her spine. With a deep breath, she pushed the door open, stepping into the dimly lit chamber.

Alcina sat at her vanity, her usually regal posture slumped with frustration. Y/N's heart ached at the sight of her beloved in such turmoil, her concern outweighing any fear that lingered in the air.

"What's wrong, Alcina?" Y/N ventured softly, her voice a gentle caress in the stillness of the room.

Alcina's response was immediate, her words tumbling forth in a torrent of anger and resentment. "That blasted Miranda! She thinks she can dictate every aspect of our lives, as if we're mere pawns in her game!"

Y/N listened in silence as Alcina ranted, her heart breaking with each word that fell from her lips. But before she could offer solace, Alcina's frustration reached a boiling point, her hands clenching into fists as she unleashed her fury upon the unsuspecting vanity.

The sound of splintering wood echoed through the room, mingling with Alcina's ragged breaths. Y/N moved closer, her instincts urging her to comfort her lover in her time of need.

"Alcina, please," Y/N pleaded, reaching out a trembling hand in a futile attempt to soothe her. "Let me help you."

But Alcina's response was sharp, her eyes blazing with an intensity that sent a chill down Y/N's spine. "Stay back, Y/N! This is none of your concern!"

Y/N recoiled at the venom in Alcina's voice, her heart pounding in her chest as she took a cautious step backwards. The sight of Alcina unsheathing her claws sent a wave of fear coursing through her, the primal instinct to flee warring with her desire to stand by her lover's side.

With a heavy heart, Y/N made her decision, her voice barely above a whisper as she spoke. "I'll leave you alone, Alcina. I... I need some air."

And with that, Y/N turned on her heel and fled the room, her footsteps echoing in the empty corridors as she made her way downstairs, the weight of Alcina's anger heavy upon her shoulders.

As Y/N entered the dining room, her steps heavy with the weight of her emotions, she failed to notice the three figures huddled together at the far end of the room. Bela, Cassandra, and Daniela exchanged concerned glances as they watched Y/N's distant demeanor, their hearts aching at the sight of her pain.

With a shared understanding born of years spent in each other's company, the sisters moved as one, their footsteps silent against the polished floors as they approached their beloved Mămica. Y/N's shoulders sagged with the weight of her burdens, her trembling hands reaching for the crystal decanter of whiskey that stood sentinel upon the table.

The clink of glass echoed through the room as Y/N poured herself a generous measure, her movements mechanical as she downed it in one swift motion. The sisters exchanged worried glances, their concern deepening as they watched a solitary tear slip down Y/N's cheek.

Bela, the eldest of the sisters, stepped forward first, her voice gentle as she addressed Y/N. "Mămica, are you okay?"

Y/N startled at the sound of Bela's voice, her eyes widening in surprise as she met the concerned gazes of the Dimitrescu sisters. She attempted to muster a reassuring smile, but it faltered at the edges, her facade crumbling under the weight of her emotions.

"I... I'm fine," Y/N replied, her voice betraying the turmoil raging within her.

But Daniela wasn't convinced, her keen intuition sensing the truth behind Y/N's facade. "Did you and Mamă have a fight?"

Y/N hesitated, her gaze flickering between the three sisters as she struggled to find the words. "Yes, but it's nothing for you to worry about."

Cassandra reached out a hand, her touch gentle as she brushed a stray tear from Y/N's cheek. "You don't have to pretend. We're here for you."

Y/N felt a sense of comfort envelop her as she sank into the plush cushions of the living room couch, Daniela nestled in her lap like a protective shield against the storm raging within her. The warmth of the fire cast flickering shadows across the room, a soothing counterpoint to the turmoil churning in Y/N's mind.

Daniela, ever the embodiment of affection, wrapped her arms around Y/N, seeking solace in the embrace of the woman she regarded as her other mother. Y/N returned the gesture, her touch gentle as she ran her fingers through Daniela's hair, the rhythmic motion a balm to her frayed nerves.

With a deep breath, Daniela ventured to broach the subject that hung heavy in the air. "Mămica, what happened? Why are you so upset?"

Y/N hesitated, her heart heavy with the weight of her confession. "It's... it's nothing, darling. Just a disagreement with Mamă."

But Bela, ever perceptive, sensed the gravity of the situation, her gaze piercing as she pressed for answers. "But why did you leave? You always stay with Mamă when she's upset."

Y/N's resolve wavered at Bela's question, her voice barely above a whisper as she spoke. "Because... because Mamă got so angry... her claws came out."

The revelation hung heavy in the air, a stark reminder of the depths of Alcina's fury. The sisters exchanged shocked glances, their concern for Y/N mingling with a sense of unease at the thought of their mother unleashing her wrath upon the woman they held dear.

"That's... that's never happened before," Cassandra murmured, her voice tinged with apprehension.

Y/N nodded, her own disbelief mirroring that of the Dimitrescu sisters. "I know. That's why... that's why I had to leave."

And as the flames danced in the hearth and the night stretched on before them, Y/N knew that no matter the challenges they faced, they would navigate them together, bound by the unbreakable bonds of love and family.

As the warmth of the fire bathed the living room in a soft glow, Y/N found solace in the embrace of the Dimitrescu sisters, their presence a comforting reminder of the love that bound them together. Cassandra and Bela nestled into Y/N's side, their forms molded against hers as they sought refuge from the storm brewing outside. Meanwhile, Daniela remained perched in Y/N's lap, her attention focused on the book in her hands as she read aloud in a soothing cadence.

But their tranquil moment was shattered by the arrival of Alcina, her footsteps heavy with the weight of her frustration. She swept into the room, her icy gaze fixing on the group gathered before her.

"Why aren't you all in the dining room? Dinner should have been ready by now," Alcina demanded, her tone sharp with irritation.

Y/N shifted uncomfortably under Alcina's gaze, her protective instinct kicking in as she sought to shield the girls from their mother's anger. "We were just spending some time together, Alcina. We'll be there shortly."

Alcina's response was a dismissive roll of her eyes, her frustration palpable as she turned on her heel and made her way to the dining room.

As they sat down to dinner, the atmosphere was thick with tension, the strained silence punctuated only by the clinking of silverware against porcelain. Alcina's mood cast a pall over the table, her brooding silence a stark contrast to the usual lively chatter that filled the air.

The daughters exchanged uneasy glances, their resentment simmering beneath the surface as they grappled with their mother's recent outburst. Y/N's heart ached at the palpable discord, her own frustration mingling with a sense of helplessness in the face of Alcina's wrath.

But amidst the awkwardness and resentment, Y/N found solace in the unwavering support of the Dimitrescu sisters, their presence a reminder that no matter the challenges they faced, they would weather them together, bound by the unbreakable bonds of love and family.

As Y/N raced downstairs, her heart pounded in her chest with each step, adrenaline coursing through her veins at the revelation of Ethan Winters' presence in the castle. She found Alcina in the main hall, her imposing figure a stark contrast to the chaos unfolding around them.

"Alcina, what's happening?" Y/N's voice trembled with urgency as she approached her lover.

Alcina's gaze flickered with a mix of fury and determination as she turned to face Y/N. "Ethan Winters has escaped Heisenberg and infiltrated the castle. But don't worry, I'll deal with him."

Y/N's mind raced with a myriad of emotions, fear and concern warring within her as she processed Alcina's words. "What about the girls, Alcina? Are they safe?"

For a moment, Alcina remained silent, her expression unreadable as she locked eyes with Y/N. In that brief exchange, Y/N sensed the truth—the girls were still in the library, unaware of the danger that lurked in the shadows.

Without waiting for a response, Y/N broke into a sprint, her feet pounding against the cold stone floors as she raced towards the library. Alcina followed close behind, her presence a reassuring presence in the face of uncertainty.

As Y/N rushed towards the library, her heart pounding with fear and urgency, she flung open the doors, relief flooding her as she laid eyes on the girls, safe and sound within the comforting embrace of books.

"Mămica, Mamă, what's going on?" Daniela's voice cut through the tension, her brow furrowed with confusion.

Before Y/N could respond, a deafening gunshot shattered the tranquility of the room, the sound reverberating off the walls as time seemed to slow to a crawl. Instinctively, Y/N moved to shield Bela, her body tensing in anticipation of impact.

But she was too late.

The bullet struck true, searing pain tearing through Y/N's abdomen as she staggered backward, the force of the impact sending her crashing to the ground. Shock and disbelief painted the faces of Alcina and the girls as they watched in horror, their cries of alarm echoing in the chaos that ensued.

Ethan Winters emerged from the shadows, his presence a menacing reminder of the danger that lurked within the castle walls. Y/N fought through the pain, her voice strained as she addressed him.

"Why are you here, Ethan?" she pleaded, desperation coloring her words.

But Ethan remained silent, his gaze cold and unyielding as he turned his attention to the Dimitrescu sisters and Alcina. Panic surged within Y/N as she watched him advance, her instincts screaming at her to protect her family at all costs.

With a fierce resolve, Y/N pushed herself to her feet, her body protesting with each movement as she positioned herself between Ethan and the ones she loved. "Stay back!" she warned, her voice trembling with a mixture of pain and determination.

But Ethan showed no signs of relenting, his gaze locked on his targets with a chilling intensity. With a resigned sigh, Y/N braced herself for the inevitable confrontation, her mind racing with thoughts of how to keep her family safe in the face of overwhelming odds.

As Y/N summoned the vines with her chlorokinesis, her focus shifted solely to protecting Alcina and the girls from the imminent threat of Ethan Winters. The tendrils of greenery twisted and coiled around Ethan, ensnaring him in a tight grip as she launched herself into the fray.

The girls and Alcina watched in stunned silence as Y/N unleashed her power, their eyes wide with astonishment at the revelation of her hidden abilities. The air crackled with energy as Y/N and Ethan clashed, each blow resonating with the weight of their opposing desires.

But despite Y/N's valiant efforts, Ethan proved to be a formidable opponent, his desperation driving him to strike out with renewed ferocity. As he delivered a final, devastating blow, piercing Y/N's abdomen with a merciless stab, a cry of anguish tore through the air.

With the last of her strength, Y/N summoned forth a vine, twisting it around Ethan's neck in a desperate bid for survival. With a sickening snap, his lifeless body crumpled to the ground, the threat he posed extinguished in an instant.

Exhausted and wounded, Y/N collapsed to the ground, her body trembling with the effort of her exertions. Alcina and the girls rushed to her side, their expressions a mix of concern and disbelief as they surveyed the scene before them.

"Daniela, keep her awake!" Alcina's voice rang out, laced with urgency as she knelt beside Y/N, her hands trembling as she sought to staunch the flow of blood from her wounds.

The youngest Dimitrescu sister nodded frantically, her hands gentle as she cradled Y/N's head in her lap, her voice trembling with emotion. "Stay with us, Mămica. Please, don't leave us."

Y/N's vision blurred as she struggled to remain conscious, her breaths coming in shallow gasps as she met Alcina's gaze with unyielding determination. "I'll protect you because... because I love you," she whispered, her voice barely a whisper before darkness claimed her, her body succumbing to the darkness that threatened to consume her.

With tender care, Alcina lifted Y/N into her arms, cradling her gently as she carried her to their room, the girls trailing behind in solemn silence. The journey felt endless, each step a testament to the weight of their collective worries as they navigated the labyrinthine corridors of Castle Dimitrescu.

Upon reaching their sanctuary, Alcina laid Y/N upon the bed with infinite gentleness, her touch reverent as she began to tend to her injuries. With practiced precision, she cleaned and dressed Y/N's wounds, her movements deliberate as she worked to ease her lover's pain.

The girls watched with a mixture of awe and concern, their hearts heavy with the realization of Y/N's sacrifice. As Alcina finished her ministrations, they crawled into bed beside Y/N, seeking solace in the warmth of her embrace.

Bela nestled close to Y/N's side, her touch light as a feather as she draped an arm over her, while Cassandra snuggled against her other side, her breaths soft and steady against Y/N's skin. Daniela settled in the crook of Y/N's arm, her presence a soothing balm against the ache of her injuries.

Alcina took a seat in a large chair nearby, her eyes never leaving Y/N's form as she held vigil over her beloved. With a book in hand, she settled in for the long night ahead, the pages offering little distraction from the weight of her worries.

As the first light of dawn filtered through the curtains, Y/N stirred from her slumber, her eyes fluttering open to the sight of the Dimitrescu sisters gathered around her bedside, their faces radiant with relief and joy.

"Mămica, you're awake!" Daniela exclaimed, her voice filled with unrestrained delight as she threw her arms around Y/N, her embrace warm and comforting.

Bela and Cassandra echoed their sister's sentiments, their smiles bright as they showered Y/N with affectionate hugs and whispered words of gratitude.

Alcina watched from the foot of the bed, her heart swelling with love and relief at the sight of Y/N awake and alert once more. With a soft smile, she approached Y/N, her gaze tender as she spoke.

"I'm so sorry, Y/N," Alcina began, her voice laced with sincerity. "For what happened last night, and for the hurtful words I spoke. I promise you, I will do everything in my power to make amends and to work on controlling my temper."

Y/N's heart swelled with gratitude at Alcina's apology, her own forgiveness offered freely as she reached out to take her lover's hand in hers. "Thank you, Alcina. I know we'll get through this together."

With the tension of the previous night lifted, the day unfolded with a sense of newfound peace and harmony. The Dimitrescu family spent the hours together, basking in the warmth of each other's company, the laughter of the girls filling the air with joy.

As they shared meals and shared stories, the bond between them grew stronger, their love for one another shining brightly amidst the shadows of their shared past. And as the day drew to a close, Y/N found solace in the embrace of her family, grateful for the second chance they had been given to cherish the moments they shared together.

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wystericwoes · 7 months

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Nanami Brain-rot where he had a crush on reader in high school but never said anything, and then they met together later in life post his dilf-up.

Fluff, Implied smut/teasing stuff but mostly just cute. Comfort, Nanami being fucking husband material. Not finished because writer's block.

@96jnie @Noodlejitsu

You were one of the trios friends, and Nanami had always admired you from afar.

A second year that radiated light and energy. Always seen with Geto, Gojo, or Shoko. Or all three.

You were loud, but not the type where he couldn’t stand it. He loved your voice, and loved your conversations.

You had bumped into him in the hallway one day, and despite his distant demeanor and resting bitch face you were so nice to him.

From that day on, he made an effort to see you more in the halls, or on the street. You two became what he thought was just acquaintances. After all, not many people had ever considered him a friend.

Until one day you saw an upperclassman giving him a hard time, picking on him. and you immediately butted in.

The Nanami was the type to usually stay quiet and wait until people were done, he didn’t like confrontation, and he especially didn’t like making a scene.

“Leave my friend alone prick!”

You slung an arm over his shoulder and threatened that persons safety if they ever bullied such a kind person like Nanami again.

And that, was the first time he realized he was screwed.

Everytime you came near him his palms got sweaty and his face ran red.

“Woah Nanami are you sick?”

You asked so cutely and naively. Pressing a cool hand to his heated forehead.

“N-no. I’m fine.” He turned his head away from you.

“Take care of yourself, I’d hate to not see you around for a while ‘cause you got a fever.”

Your touch was so gentle. He wanted to hold your hand there forever.

He had amassed a huge crush on you, and to him it was a major inconvenience. When he would be in class, when he was on missions, when he was at home alone, he’d wake up in hot sweats from a wet dream with you in it.

The hardest part was that he knew he couldn’t do anything about it, there’s no way you would accept his romances and even if you did- it wouldn’t last. It was just highschool, you would move on.

So he kept it to himself. He would rather have you as a friend than risk it and then have you as nothing at all.

Each day he looked forward to seeing you. The way you jumped around, always lit up a room, and made the people around you laugh. He both envied and wanted you.

The day you graduated he was devastated. You were so happy, and he didn’t have it in him to ruin that. You were gonna travel abroad, and follow your dreams.

“I’m happy for you, Y/n.”

He gave you a small smile.

“Don’t forget about me! Ok?”

You gave him a warm hug.

He nodded.

As if he could ever forget about you.

It had been years. Sometimes at night he still lays in bed and thinks about you.

He’s been single his whole life, with the only exception being getting drunk and losing his virginity at a college party he didn’t even want to be at.

Laughable.

He was always to busy with work, drinking, or drinking thinking about work. He didn’t have time for anyone else.

He let out a heavy sigh. He truly did believe he was destined to be alone.

Until Gojo burst in his office one morning.

“NANAMIIIIIII!”

He let out a long sigh.

“Yes, Gojo?”

“Guess who just transferred!”

“I really don’t care.”

Gojo moved to the side, and behind is freakishly tall frame out came you.

“Hey! Do you remember me, Nanami?”

He almost threw up. You were just as cute as you had always been, except your hair was different and your face was a little more grown in.

And your body.

“Y/n?”

“See! I told you he would remember!” Gojo teased

“Yeah yeah. You’re right this time.”

You shoved Gojo in the shoulder.

“Now go away! I wanna catch up with Nanami. You had your turn.”

Gojo finally was shoved away, laughing.

Your laughter died down as you slid over in front of nanamis desk.

“How have you been?”

Your breath hitched. You got a closer look at him and realized he was fucking hot.

“Woah. Nanami, you look-“

You had to cut yourself off before you ruined your reunion.

“Tired? I know.” He sighed

“No! I was gonna say handsome.”

Your abrasiveness was something he both missed, and forgot about. Heat rushed to his face- but he managed to keep it together.

“O-oh thank you.”

He pushed his glasses up.

“Anyway… I’ve been good! How about you?”

“Ive been alright. What brings you here?”

“Just wanted to get back to my roots y’know?”

You anxiously rubbed your head.

He could tell you were lying.

“How about we catch up with drinks tonight huh? The whole gangs getting together!”

He didn’t consider himself part of “the gang” which was composed of you, Gojo, Geto, and Shoko.

“It’s fine, you don’t have to. Gojo told me Geto wasn’t gonna be there though so I figured you might wanna come in and fill his place?”

You weren’t gonna tell him that was a lie.

A place filler he thought. He really didn’t want to go, but above all else, Nanami Kento was respectful, and if his friend wanted to hang out with him- he was going. (No bias whatsoever)

“Sure. What time?”

When he had arrived at the place, he was early. First embarrassment.

The second, was when you came waltzing in with Gojo. Arm in arm.

Ah. So this is what was happening.

He was mentally prepared already that you would’ve been with someone, but he should’ve known that you would’ve been with Gojo. He was attractive, charming, and nanami had seen firsthand his effect he had on those around him. he should’ve known it would’ve been a matter of time.

You lit up upon seeing Nanami already sitting in a booth, an expensive jacket and a black turtleneck.

You left Gojos arm and ran over to sit next to Nanami, your suddenness set him off guard. It was going to be incredibly difficult not getting in the way of Gojo when you were this fucking cute.

“Let’s get our first round!”

You announced.

It was just you three, Shoko had been “busy” (didn’t care) and Geto… well. When you asked Gojo, his reaction told you to not bring it up again.

You and Gojo laughed and laughed, reminiscing on old times, and newer ones.

Gojo told you all about his students, how hilarious they are, and all the drama in his life. You did the same.

Nanami was really just there. He felt totally out of place, and the drinks only helped a little in soothing his feeling of loneliness.

“So y/n, Why’d you really come back?”

Gojo asked suddenly. All of you were buzzed, well- nanami seemed fine. Even though he had the same amount of drinks as you two.

You suddenly froze at that. The whole mood shifted and the atmosphere changed.

“You shouldn’t ask personal questions, Gojo.”

Nanami butted in.

You placed a hand on his shoulder and sighed.

“No. You guys deserve to know the truth. But I’m gonna need another drink.”

Once it was ordered, they were both attentive, and waiting for you to speak.

“I started seeing someone, and- things didn’t end well. They cheated on me, the whole break-up was messy, and I realized there was nothing left for me anymore where I was. I got my.. my heart broken a-and…”

You had one too many. And the alcohol made filtering yourself impossible. Your eyes watered, and that all too familiar sensation of hot tears streamed down your puffy cheeks.

“I’m sorry… I thought I was past this….”

Nanami was looking at you with a sincere expression, eyes softened. But under the table, his fists were clenched and white knuckled.

“I’m sorry, y/n.”

He said in a hushed voice.

“You don’t have to apologize, it’s not like you did anything.”

But he did. Maybe if he had done things right then you wouldn’t have had your heart broken, would’ve stayed. Where he would’ve treated you better.

You leaned your head against his shoulder, and wrapped your arm through his.

“You deserve better though. And I wish I had made you stay, then that wouldn’t have happened.”

You looked up at him teary eyed and face flushed. Even when you had just gotten done crying and had been drinking he still thought you looked stunning.

As much as you and nanami were oblivious, Gojo wasn’t. He knew it was his time to leave, and faked an important phone call.

“Hey sorry guys it’s been great but uh I gotta go do something! See ya tomorrow!”

He had left before you two could even say anything.

“What a dick!”

You whined tightening your grip on nanamis arm.

Your emotional state had erased your filter. Nanami stifled a laugh at your sudden drunken abrasiveness.

“I’m sorry Nanami. Tonight probably sucks.”

You started to get teary eyed again.

“Call me Kento. And tonight doesn’t suck.”

He was looking at you adoringly.

“But it does. I had no idea it was just gonna be Satoru and then we kept talking and you didn’t talk and then I started crying!”

Thinking about crying made you start crying again.

“I swear I usually am not this much of a mess…”

“You’re fine, don’t worry.” He said with a small smile.

“Are you sure?”

“I’m sure.”

You let out a couple more sniffles. Before you wiped your eyes clean and sat upright.

“Okay okay. I’m better now. Sorry.”

“Don’t apologize.”

You smiled looking straight ahead. You missed him. You two enjoyed a few more drinks together and got comfortable with eachother. Enjoying yourselves and the company.

“Man nanami are y’ sure you’ve been drinking? You barely are acting any different.”

He chuckled at you.

“Man so much has changed since I been gone. You can outdrink me now- You must be with someone too I bet.”

“Not quite. You’re only half right.”

“So you haven’t been drinking!”

“No, I’m not with anyone.”

Your eyes widened a little, and you sat upright facing him.

“Really?? But ya’ so hot!”

You whined against him.

He almost choked. But then he remembered you were drunk, and didn’t mean it. Maybe even being sarcastic.

“I appreciate it. But agree to disagree.”

He took another sip of his drink.

“I’m bein’ serious!” You pouted.

He just hummed in agreement and looked away from your increasing eye contact.

“If I had never gotten with that- hic dick! I totally woulda been with you instead. You’re s’ nice.”

He nearly choked on his drink.

“You don’t mean that.”

He awkwardly shifted.

“I do! Why don’ you believe me!”

You started to get emotional again. He had now learned when to recognize when you were about to cry.

“I’m sorry, I do I do.” He patted his hand on the back of your shoulders and you sunk your weight against him.

“I think m’ ready to go home now…”

“Where do you live? I’ll order you a cab.”

“I don’ have a place yet. I left really quick and I been staying with Gojo.”

So that’s why you two came in together. He felt his heart sink. You two probably were together after all. But regardless, his duties as a gentleman came before jealousy.

“But I don’ wanna go to his place. He always is bringing girls over and he snores.”

“He brings people over while you’re staying there?”

“Yeah! And its so rude! Especially when he knows how lonely I am. Jus’ rubbin it in my face.”

“Oh. I thought that you two-“

You looked at him with a comedically perplexed face, until it finally hit you.

“What?! No! He’s like a brother t’ me!”

He both sighed in relief but also felt embarrassed.

“I’m sorry for assuming.”

“Nah. You’re good. The guy I want prolly’ doesn’t want me anyway.”

He tensed up.

“Let’s get back okay? Do you have anywhere else to stay? I can book you a hotel.”

“I don’ wanna be alone… can I stay wit’ you?”

His breath hitched.

“Of course.”

And with that, two drunk people that you wouldn’t know were both drunk by the way one carried himself, arm in arm, walked the Tokyo streets.

When you finally reached Nanamis place you were a bumbling and clumsy mess.

Tripping over yourself, trying to chase every stray cat you saw, crying because swans can be gay- the works.

He had you slumped under one of his arms, and with the other rummaged through his keys.

“It’s a miracle we made it here in one piece.”

He mumbled under his breath while inserting the key into the lock.

You were currently in the “laughing at everything” phase of drunk.

“Kentooo you’re so funny.”

You were mostly dead weight in his arms.

He moved the door open and helped you in, slinging your arm over his shoulder and guiding you to the front room.

You were laughing your ass off over nothing and he patiently stood with you, sitting you down on the nearest chair then removing his shoes.

Right after he closed the door, your entire mood shifted. You suddenly went silent.

He made his way over to you and began taking your shoes off.

“Sorry to manhandle you.”

He said while looking down.

“ s’ fine.”

You placed a hand on his shoulder as he set your shoes aside, and both of you stood up together.

He removed his jacket and you stared at him shamelessly.

“I’ll sleep on the couch, are you okay to walk upstairs to my room?”

“Yeah…”

“You should get some water first.”

He guided you over to the couch and he left you alone to go to the kitchen.

When he came back you had balled yourself up and were half asleep.

He nudged your shoulder

“Y/n?”

He whispered.

“Hm?”

You grunted.

“I’m going to take you upstairs? Is that okay?”

You slowly shook your head yes.

He set the cup of water aside, and carefully moved his arms underneath you, supporting your weight under him. carrying you gently up the stairs to his room.

“M’ not too heavy am I?”

He chuckled at you and shook his head no, reaching his bedroom.

He leaned down to set you on the bed, but you didn’t let your arms go.

“Y/n? You have to let go.”

His heart was palpitating. He absolutely did not want you to let go. But with a heavy sigh your arms slipped loosely around his neck, and he laid you upright against the bed frame.

“Do you want a change of clothes?”

“Yeah…”

He rummaged around looking for something you could use. He eventually settled on sweatpants he almost never wears and an old t-shirt.

He had them folded in his hands, and he brought them over to you, sitting them at your feet.

“Im gonna get your water and then go now.”

When he turned around he stopped when he heard you whine.

“Can you… help?” Your words were slurred as you pathetically pawed at his shirt he set down.

He looked down and saw you were referencing his clothes.

“Of course.”

The room was dark, and you were drunk so you wouldn’t remember. Any other circumstance and he would’ve said no.

He set the clothes aside and sat at your feet, signaling for you to move closer to him.

You scooted towards him, and raised your arms.

He gently lifted your shirt up and brought it over your head, never lowering his gaze.

He folded your shirt and moved it to the foot of the bed.

You sat there, shirtless. But he never glanced over where he shouldn’t have, grabbing the replacement shirt and slipping it over your head as you squirmed your way though the holes.

Next were your pants. He sat on his knees and respectfully removed them, being very careful where he put his hands. He opened up the sweatpants and slid them up your legs one at a time.

“Thank you f’ being so nice t’ me…”

“You shouldn’t thank me.”

“But I should!” You whined

He chuckled as he laid you down, and tucked you in.

“Can ya’ stay wit’ me?”

You had rolled over on your side, and were mumbling.

“You don’t want that, trust me darling.”

“Buh I do!!”

He sighed. Conflicted between his head and his heart. He eventually chose what he knew he wanted.

He removed his shirt then changed into long pajama pants, and slid under the covers with you. You immediately snuggled up against him, nuzzling into his neck lovingly.

He wished he could stay like this forever.

“Thank you Kento…”

You mumbled into him.

He rested a hand against the back of your head. Smiling as you two sat there in a beautiful silence.

The mood was interrupted by you suddenly groping his chest.

“Woah you’re s’ buff!”

You said amazed.

He was happy he was in the dark, otherwise you would’ve seen how red his face was.

“Where did all dis’ come from?!”

You had slid your hands down his pecs to his abs and were rubbing your fingers between the dips of his skin.

“I thought you were cute then buh look t’ you now!”

Completely and entirely unfiltered.

He shuddered against your touch as you shamelessly ran your hands across him. It wasn’t until your fingers reached his v-line that he stopped you with a firm but gentle grab to the wrist.

“Aw. Ya’ no fun”

You pouted.

“Maybe another night. For now, sleep.”

“Fineeeeuuuhhhhh!”

You dramatically flailed your arms and slammed them back down on the bed.

“G’night Kento…”

“Goodnight, Y/n.”

Your eyes fluttered open, sunlight peaking through the blinds tracing over your figure.

The first thing you noticed, was you felt like shit. The second- was that you didn’t recognize the bed you were in.

So you felt like shit, and you were in deep shit. Great combination.

Assess the situation-

A strangers bed, A strangers shirt, a bad hangover-

Oh no. Come on- you had just gotten back and you already made a regrettable decision?!

Stay calm. No one is benefitted by you panicking. Maybe the person was hot at least.

You were busy panicking when your thoughts were abruptly cutoff by the smell of… food. Coming from downstairs.

So above all else, you were gonna have to confront the person you slept with. Great.

You found your clothes, neatly folded and put away on a dresser, and went to change out of them. They were stiff, smelled, and had your phone in the pocket. You went to check the time- it was 9:00?! You had work today!

But directly underneath it you saw a text from Gojo.

Doucho Satoru

I’ll cover for you if you wanna ‘sleep in’ ;) saw you leaving with that hot guy.

You were both relieved at how good a wingman Gojo was and also terrified- he saw you leaving with someone while you were drunk and didn’t say anything?! What a ball of ass sweat.

You let out a heavy sigh. Sneaking out the window wasn’t an option. Your shoes were downstairs and you were on a second story- so, the walk of death you went. Keeping your composure, you didn’t have to show how ashamed you were.

You quietly made your way out of the bedroom, assessing everything around you. Everything was clean, and kept together well. At least you had decent taste when you were drunk.

As quietly as you could, you snuck down the steps. Peeking your head around the corner of the stairs to notice in the kitchen there was a hot, tall, and blonde man cooking. Wearing a button up shirt with the sleeves rolled halfway up. It was almost like you had just stepped into a dream.

You nearly drooled at the sight in front of you. Starting to regret last night less and less.

He turned around to face you.

“Oh, you’re awake.”

Your heart stopped beating when you realized it was Nanami.

Your jaw slacked as you couldn’t hide your visible reaction.

“Did you sleep well?”

He turned around and went back to cooking.

“Oh- um yeah.”

“You’re probably hungover, there’s some Tylenol on the counter and water in the fridge.”

“O-oh thanks!”

You shuffled awkwardly and as politely as you could rummage through the fridge and pull out a bottled water. The cool plastic felt amazing against you as you pressed it up to your head.

“So… I’m sorry for making you late to work.”

“That’s fine. I used one of my sick days.”

“Oh shit I’m sorry!”

You were overcome with guilt.

“Don’t be, I never use my paid time off.”

He had is broad back facing away from you, and you watched in a trance as he expertly worked his way around the kitchen.

“What about you, how do you feel? You drank too last night, right?”

You tried to change the topic.

“I’m good at ignoring my hangovers.”

“Man I wish I could relate.”

You awkwardly laughed and sat down at the table with your water, not sure of what else to do.

“Do you remember anything from last night?”

He abruptly said.

“Oh- uhm… not really.”

You felt blood rush to your face. Embarrassment leeching onto you.

“I hope I wasn’t too embarrassing…”

“Not at all. You were quite pleasant to be with, actually.”

You wanted to die. To roll over, crawl in a dark hole, and die.

“I doubt it. I’m not… myself when I’m drunk.”

“I thought it was cute.”

You were glad he wasn’t looking at you because you put your hands over your face and let out a quiet groan. Did he really just call you cute? Were you two talking about the same thing?

“You probably didn’t want to be stuck with me though, and Im not gonna be offended if you say you regret it…”

He turned to face you, an eyebrow raised and a very clearly confused face.

“I didn’t mind taking care of you.”

“Okay well thank you… I’m just scared that I wasn’t as good as I could’ve been last night.”

“Well no one’s at there best when they’re drunk.”

Ouch. You weren’t aware you two were talking about different things.

“Was I at least still decent?”

“Well, define decent.”

Oh god. You totally made a fool of yourself last night with him didn’t you? You can’t even do one night stands right.

“Im talking about… y’know… us…”

He still didn’t get it.

“…Hooking up.”

His face relaxed.

“Oh.”

Your heart sank.

“Nothing happened.”

He turned back around.

You were sitting there dumb struck.

“But I was in your bed!”

“You wanted to sleep over here.”

He answered swiftly.

“Okay well… why was I in your shirt?”

“Pajamas.”

“Hmm… okay.”

You started to put the pieces together. Feeling some relief wash over you that you didn’t bang your childhood best friend. But also, a little disappointed.

“We did cuddle though, if that’s alright?”

He was so respectful If you weren’t sitting down your knees would’ve buckled.

“Yeah for sure, you don’t have to worry about that.”

You were flustered. But not gonna admit it. You drank your water trying to avoid awkward silence.

You took a few deep breaths and just when you thought you had composed yourself, he came over holding a plate of food, something you barely even recognized. You were starving though, and it was fucking delicious because of course it was.

You had to bite back a moan from the flavors as angels danced in your mouth.

You just spoke without thinking.

"You'd be an amazing husband..."

He 'eh hemmed' and muttered a small flustered thank you.

“You always cook like this?” You mumbled with a half mouth full of food.

“Helps me clear my head.”

“You should clear your head more often!”

He smiled into his fork at that, Letting out a small chuckle.

He wished it could stay like this forever.

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ijuststareatstuffhereok89 · 16 days

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"Time & the Trickster" A Loki/Doctor Who crossover

Chapter 12: The Three Time Lords

After weeks of travel, heightened emotions, and strange happenings, you finally arrive at the TARDIS' doors, ready to send Loki home. Things don't go smoothly when you discover that The Doctor isn't alone.

CHAPTER WARNING (18+): none

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It was impossible to believe that the film set in Cardiff could compare to the sheer scale and size of the TARDIS’ interior. Your jaw was on the ground.

You weren’t expecting the green tint to everything, but before you even stepped inside, the brightness of the lights almost robbed you of sight. As your pupils adjusted, you took two steps in and were immediately accosted by too many sounds and smells. The ceiling was higher than any cathedral, and stairwells branched off in three different directions, leading to hallways that, in turn, led to points unknown within the bowels of the ship. The console chugged away somewhat lethargically in the center of the chamber.

And it still had the ‘round things’ on the walls.

“Oh, this is damn cool,” you said, your mood almost immediately shifting gears as you felt like a child entering DIsneyland for the first time. “This is---!” You trailed off, realizing two things at once.

First: Loki was no longer at your side. He’d never stepped over the threshold. Why was he hesitating?

Was it because of the second detail?

Because secondly, The Doctor was standing at the top of the set of metal steps, looking down as you let yourself in, looking starstruck at you. He was exactly as every episode and image you’d seen of David Tennant suggested: tallish, rather thin-framed, but always radiating large amounts of happy, practically whimsical energy. His presence alone added a little sunshine to your mood.

Holy fuck, you thought. Another dead ringer, for sure!

“Oh, hi…” you managed to squeak before The Doctor scrambled down the steps, his sneakers barely touching the ground. He yanked your arm, vigorously shaking your hand with a wide, genuine grin on his face.

“Another one who can see the inside! Brilliant! I’m The Doctor! Welcome to the TARDIS!” he spoke so quickly you had to take a moment to put the spaces between his words. Before you could answer him, he made eye contact with something behind your shoulder: Loki. “And are you…can you really be…nooooo! Loki, Norse God of Mischief himself?! Blimey!”

“Yes! But how did you--?”

He stepped around you like you were a statue in his way. As he reached for Loki’s hand to pull him inside, the TARDIS console sparked. At the same moment, Loki yelped “Aaaaaahhhh!”, quickly grabbing the wrapped stone and tossing it on the floor in front of The Doctor.

You all looked at each other with the same concern. The Doctor nodded. “Right, don't think we have much time for pleasantries, as much as I’d love to make a cup of tea and talk Ragnarok over jammie dodgers. I’m sure you’re aware we have a situation.”

He led you and Loki inside. “Oh, what’s that?” he asked, pointing at the stone.

“It’s a time stone,” Loki explained. “There is much you need to know before we save the multiverse.”

“What do you know?” asked The Doctor. “And I’m sorry, I’m being so rude, I forgot to ask your name!” He tapped your shoulder.

“Oh, it’s Y/N.”

“Fantastic to meet you!”

The Doctor was instantly everything you hoped he’d be. Not just because he resembled the actor you admired who portrayed him on BBC, but because he radiated the same friendly energy, a little fast for your pace, but it was easy to just accept the whirlwind of intensity that was the Time Lord as he examined you with spy glasses and pokes.

He treated Loki like a celebrity, offering him cookies and tea while bombarding him with too many questions all at once. “Oh, I’ve read all the myths, of course, but I have to wonder how you managed to slip your stories into the early days of humanity when you’re a whole realm away from them! What’s your secret? How does one turn themselves into a legend?”

Loki smiled and looked a little flattered. “Well, it’s quite simple, really…”

“So, does anyone see that sky?” you asked, running a hand through your hair nervously.

It was difficult for you to keep focus enough to help Loki tell The Doctor your story. The TARDIS’ insides were just so beautiful and big! I hope Joey finds a place to park. He needs to see this.

A tear came to your eye. Your parents would have no words for what their children were seeing and living. It was the first time you’d thought of them since you bailed Loki out of prison on your birthday, nearly two months ago. Your father would have been thrilled for you and Joey. Your mother would have probably goaded you into flirting with Loki a lot sooner. They both loved The Doctor, as well as old Marvel comics, which was why you and your brother loved them so.

You could feel them beaming with pride from whatever multiverse timeline they were still alive in. And you had to believe they were alive in one.

“Right,” said Loki, slipping a hand about your waist. “Time is of the essence.”

“It always is,” added The Doctor with a solemn sigh.

In thirty or so minutes, you and Loki had successfully explained everything to The Doctor, finishing with your need to get to the TVA and fix the timelines. He seemed to absorb the information with an unbiased ear, yet you got the feeling that whenever you mentioned Sylvie to him, it made him hold his breath and tense up. The Doctor absorbed everything before asking questions, but there were about a thousand of them on the tip of his tongue.

However, he was also already concocting a scheme. You could tell from the look on his face.

“The stone and the TARDIS may be different forms of time travel on different scales, but they still operate on the overarching concept of non-linear time jumping or reversing, and whether or not paranormal abilities are functional within any given universe, the existence of time travel at all transcends the timelines and allows the two different entities to react and feed off one another!”

“Habbawhat?” you mumbled, unable to follow any of the technobabble. It wasn’t often that you could follow it in the context of the show, either.

“Even if your people don’t understand how time travel works, it still exists,” Loki explained. The Doctor grinned.

“You are brilliant! A time-traveling ageless alien god who goes off on adventures, eh? Are you sure you’re not a Time Lord?” he teased with an elfin grin that stretched his cheek muscles as it spread from ear to ear.

He looked at you again. “It means if we throw the stone into the time vortex, it will lead the TARDIS out of this timeline and back to its point of origin!” declared The Doctor. “As long as you are inside the ship, of course,” he indicated to Loki. “We just need to get it to the Vortex Chamber!”

“Where is that?” you asked. “And what is that? Don't recall it popping up in any episode…unless you count that bastardization of a TV movie.”

The Doctor searched his brain for an explanation your simple human brain could process. “It’s where the vortex pulls the TARDIS, like a petrol tank. It’s down at the very bottom, so we’d better hurry if we want to get everything back to normal before it’s too late.”

“Once we throw his stone into the vortex, it’ll bring us back to the TVA, where Loki was last?” you asked. “We’re all leaving this reality?”

The Doctor nodded vigorously. “We won’t be able to dawdle long there, but yes, I’ll be taking you off or native timeline. It’s got to work, it’s our only shot.”

Your heart pounded with hope. Perhaps you could just refuse to go back, or even take Joey with you and just keep walking around the Realms with Loki as a terrific trio writing their own legends.

“But there’s one thing I don’t get…” he trailed off.

Loki shrugged. “What is it?”

“Sylvie,” The Doctor mentioned. “You said she has to take her place on the Throne of Time, but what about you, Loki? Don’t you think the one who started this whole mess has to be the one to mop it up?” He emphasized the last syllable with a pop of his lips.

Your skin went cold. He was suspicious. He either wasn’t buying your story, or something in his mind had made itself up already, and it wasn’t fully on your side.

“Loki’s given enough to the Universe,” you said lowly. “Sylvie caused all of this, so it truly needs to be her.”

“What do you mean, this was all her doing?” asked The Doctor, his eyebrow raised. “I thought--”

You were beginning to grow frustrated, trying to put everything into the most obvious terms before too much time was wasted going back-and-forth. “--we have to get back to the TVA so we can get Sylvie to where she needs to be--”

“--and where is that?”

“We aren’t alone!” said Loki, suddenly, whipping his body around.

The Doctor looked past your shoulder, and you turned your head to follow his gaze.

Your heart dropped into your bowels when you saw Sylvie reveal herself. Blonde with small intense eyes locked on Loki, she was trying to radiate the most dominant energy her small body could produce. Sylvie wore a gray trench coat and an outdated blonde mullet. She was better looking than you’d hoped, but the sight of her coming slowly up the stairs to the console made you puff out your chest and spread your feet.

“I believe you two know each other,” said The Doctor.

“Sylvie!” Loki proclaimed, with more relief in his voice than disdain or surprise.

“Loki!” she said back, neutrally.

“Oh no,” you growled angrily through your teeth, wishing you had a weapon to brandish. Your eyes darted around the room, falling on the TARDIS console, where the Sonic Screwdriver lay useless.

Just looking at her made your blood boil. You looked irritably at The Doctor. “You let this bitch out of her cage, Doctor?”

“Excuse you?” Sylvie asked, her mouth falling open in disbelief.

“What are you doing here?” asked Loki, sounding out of breath from the shock of seeing her.

“I think you know that already.”

“We’re on to you,” you warned, stepping assertively in front of Loki. “Both of us! And The Doctor is about to be.”

“He knows everything about Loki and the TVA,” Sylvie answered. “He knows why I’m here.”

“And what misguided bullshit reason have you concocted to get him onto your side?” you asked. “We all know you’re a goddamn liar.” You frantically whipped your head back to the skinny alien in a suit. “You do know she’s a goddamn liar?”

“Y/N, maybe you should stand down,” Loki suggested, pulling your shoulder back so that you leaned back against his chest. “Remember what I said…she’s more dangerous than you think.”

You took a sarcastically long look at her. “So far, I’m not impressed.”

The Doctor snickered in spite of himself, and Sylvie pouted her lip. “It’s time to go back to our world, Loki. You can’t run from your destiny any more than the rest of us can.”

“LIAR!” you spat, throwing out an accusatory finger. “It’s YOUR destiny, and you chose it! I bet you told The Doctor that Loki was the only one who could sit at the throne!”

“How did you even get here, Sylvie?” asked Loki.

Sylvie reached into her pocket, reaching for something. When she looked confused for a moment, clearly not finding what she was thinking lay within her coat, she shook her head, not needing it. “Doesn't matter. I'm here.”

You turned to The Doctor. “Has she told you all this was Loki’s fault? When it was her ultimate choice to sacrifice every timeline in order to satisfy her revenge itch?”

“I’m sorry, what?” asked The Doctor.

Loki nodded. “I spent a very long time going back to the Citadel over and over, to that crucial moment when she made her choice to kill Kang,” he explained. “I tried to stop her, talk her out of it. I even fully told her the consequences of her actions. She never veered from her course.”

The time lord bit his lip and looked distant, as if making thousands of calculations in his mind all at the same moment. “You should know that not everything that’s a fixed moment in time is an event,” he said quietly. “Once in a while, a fixed moment is a choice. The person making the pivotal decision cannot be swayed no matter what is done.”

“Meaning?” you asked, flicking your wrists impatiently, refusing to take your eyes off of the silent Sylvie.

“Think about it,” he continued, “sometimes when a decision is made, it affects so much of history and time that altering course would prove disastrous.”

Loki looked around, throwing his arm out dramatically to the sides. “And this isn’t disastrous?”

“The goddamn sky is falling!” you complained. “And it’s still her fault that it is!”

Sylvie groaned. “It was--”

“--shut up, Sylvie!” you barked in impatient warning. “Talk again and I will lose it on you, I swear.”

Loki’s grip on your shoulder tightened. “What was the MORE disastrous alternative?” he asked.

“It’s hard to say, but it’s what’s meant to happen, even if we don’t believe it, Loki,” The Doctor said, narrowing his eyes with seriousness. It frightened you to see his chipper personality drop. “Sometimes the consequences are dark, but they could always be darker. Sylvie’s refusal to change her mind likely indicates that stopping her would birth a more dangerous result?”

“Like?”

The Doctor sighed. “Don’t you think there have been travelers who’ve tried to convince the Fine Arts Academy of Vienna to accept one Adolf Hitler? Or stop Mr. Oppenheimer from developing his doomsday device?” He was still looking back and forth between the three of you. “I think we all need to focus on getting everything fixed before reality folds in upon itself!”

Ignoring his monologue, you stood your ground against your foil. “You’re a selfish little shit, Sylvie, and you won’t admit to yourself that we’ve got you figured out.” The declaration felt like sweet honey dripping off your tongue the moment you said it. “You came here trying to wrangle him before it all came to hell and everyone turned to you to sacrifice your freedom. You didn’t want to wait for OB and Mobius to declare that Loki was gone, and that you had to step up and take his place, eh?”

Sylvie didn’t confirm or deny your charge.

“Well guess what? He’s going back, but only to put you in your place, you chicken shit poor-ass excuse for a heroine.” The powerful words ran through your veins like electricity, even if they weren’t exactly making you sound dignified.

“Who the hell are you?” asked Sylvie, narrowing her eyes as her skin began to turn pink.

You puffed up your chest again. “I’m the best thing that ever happened to him, woman.”

Loki smiled with a brief chuckle, which surprised his variant.

“I brought him here so that The Doctor could send him home,” you continued. “I chose to trust him and work with him, even if it meant I had to lose something in the end. Unlike you, I was able to set aside my own needs for him and for the good of existence. It was something that you should have done first.”

“Apparently it was the right thing to do this whole time!” Sylvie said with a small, smug smile.

You boiled over, taking several large steps forward and ripping yourself away from Loki’s hold. Threatened, Sylvie pulled out a long dagger and raised it to you, which seemed to surprise even The Doctor. “WHOA! Blimey, can we all just bring it down about forty notches while we figure out the green sky and the planet’s crumbling mantle?”

Hissing, you went to pounce. “Okay, that’s it, you cu--”

“--Y/N!” Loki raised his voice, wrapping his arm around your torso, holding you yet closer to him. He softly kissed your ear, the gentler touch soothing your anger just enough to keep you civil.

Sylvie noticed the gesture of affection and laughed, turning the knife over in her hand. “Oh, you’ve got to be kidding me! Is this really all about romance?”

“I don’t expect you to understand what love is,” you continued to snark, at least until The Doctor threw up a hand.

“Alright, everyone, I think that’s plenty of time getting to know each other,” The Doctor interjected, throwing up his hands and stepping in between you and Sylvie slowly. “We need to get the stone to the time vortex quickly!”

Loki patted your shoulder before letting you go, moving around you to try and approach Sylvie. She held the dagger up, her eyes moving from one of you to the next, until she sucked in her breath.

“No. I don’t think I will.”

Suddenly, the TARDIS shook violently, and it was all any of you could do to keep yourself on your feet. Your skin froze. The Doctor looked crestfallen. Loki’s face and body were glued.

“Sylvie? Why not?” asked The Doctor.

“Take me off this reality just so you can force me to give up my freedom? I’d rather die in this pathetic little world than be lifted up as the ultimate example of comeuppance, like a witch being thrown in an oven and everyone cheering.”

You puckered your lips and murmured, “If the witch hat fits--”

“I don’t see it that way!” said Loki. “You would be saving all of us!”

She shook her head, lurching forward when another quake hit the TARDIS, sending you and The Doctor flying back onto your asses, and Loki flying forward onto the railing.

“You know where I want to be, Loki, where I need to be,” Sylvie said, softening her voice but only holding her weapon out further in front of her, the point aiming straight at your gut.”If I didn’t change my actions then, I certainly won’t now, now that I’ve seen what I want for myself!”

“Loki, throw me the stone! I can take it!” you called, throwing up your hand. “It won’t burn me because I’m not you!”

“NO!” Sylvie grunted, lunging at you, knocking Loki over in the process. “I’m so sick of you!”

“Y/N!” yelled Loki, just as the TARDIS shook for a third time. This time the small bits of ceiling falling over were much larger chunks.

“Oh, no no no!” The Doctor whined. “MOVE OUT OF THE WAY!”

As you fell into The Doctor's arms, Sylvie tried for you again, but Loki blocked her path with his body. The Doctor pulled you to your feet, his jaw on the floor watching Sylvie struggle against The Doctor, beginning to swing her blade at him in order to overpower his hold on her.

“Well, guess you were right,” he said understatedly. “Now…” He grabbed your hand as Sylvie broke free of Loki and got to her feet, her eyes still trained on you. “...run!”

The now-constant quaking of the TARDIS made running down the stairs and into one of the corridors difficult, your balance throwing you all over the railing and floors. It was all Loki could do to chase after Sylvie as she pursued you and The Doctor.

Letting him lead you, The Doctor wove around tight corners, through open doors, down stairs, deeper and deeper into the hull of the TARDIS, and every floor you passed, it got darker and darker. The shakes got more violent the further and further you went.

“Are we leading them to the vortex room?” you asked, panting, looking behind you as you could hear Sylvie and Loki give chase some meters behind.

Before he could answer you, The Doctor tumbled to the ground followed by you landing on top of him. The biggest quake yet was making the wall of the ship crumble, and you and the time lord narrowly avoided being crushed. You could hear Loki holler your name before the loud boom of crashing rock and wall flooded your ears, causing you to cringe and turn away as you and The Doctor scrambled to your feet.

Once the dust subsided, the hallway was blocked off, separating you and Loki, but also you and Sylvie.

“Oh no,” you whispered. “They have the stone!”

“Y/N!” Loki cried again.

“We’re okay!” You answered. “We’ll find another way out!”

The Doctor tugged silently on your sleeve, leading you away from the newly-created barricade and down a hallway.

“I don't know how we’re going to move this TARDIS if she won’t relinquish the stone,” you said sadly. “And the minute we get back to the console, she’s going to run me through like the Dread Pirate Roberts before I can scream.”

The Doctor smiled in spite of the dire circumstances, pulling something out of his pocket. It looked like the time stone, only it was a shade of green that favored gray, with a long crack down the middle.

“It’s hers,” he admitted. “I haven’t fully trusted her since she knocked on my door, if I’m being completely honest, so I used my wonderful time lord sleight-of-hand magic to take it off her before she went off the other day and replaced it with a lookalike!”

“But it won’t work unless it’s been in her hands,” you whispered.

“Well, it’s a way to get her where we want her,” said the skinny alien. “Better than having her chasing us all over the place. She’ll head us off instead.”

Your mouth fell open. “So we can still--”

The Doctor suddenly peeked his head back around the corner and raised his voice. “Yes, this other stone of hers will work too, if we can just get down to the vortex room!”

Almost reflexively, you could hear lightweight boots taking off, followed by a second set.

“We’ve got her!” said The Doctor.

You nearly laughed. “That was brilliant!”

He nodded in thanks. “It’s been known to happen.”

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Single mom Alcina dating Y/N who is about to propose to her

AU in which Alcina is a single mom with 4-year-old Bela, Cass, and lil’ Dani! Alcina is dating Y/N who radiates idiot-younger-lover energy. Now, let us look in on said idiot…

Y/N: *Watching the girls while Alcina is working late, having a serious discussion with them* So kiddos, I’m thinking about asking your mommy to marry me! Uh… who knows what getting married means?

Bela: *Child prodigy* Isn’t that when you love somebody a lot? Like, I love you so much you can break all my crayons and I won’t yell. That kind of love?

Y/N: Exactly! Although, you usually have to ask in a special way. That’s why I wanted to make sure it was okay with you three before I asked your mommy!

Dani: *The canonical cuddlebug, climbs on Y/N’s lap and snuggles into them* How is that different than now, Y/N?

Cass: *Just as much of a cuddlebug but more stoic, curls up next to Y/N* Yeah! Don’t you love mommy already?

Y/N: *Scoops up the “I’m too big for snuggles” Bela and sits her on their lap next to Dani* Well, I guess it’s more for show? When you marry someone you give them a special ring! That way, everyone would know your mommy is with me and they can’t have her!

Dani: *Big gasp* Like in the fairytale stories!

Cass: Do you have a ring for mommy, Y/N? If it’s good enough, you can have her, I guess! *Looks at Bela and Dani to confirm*

Bela and Dani: *Nod their heads vigorously*

Y/N: *Suddenly nervous about the girls’ opinions* Uh, yeah! I actually have it in my pocket. *Pulls out a ring box*

Bela, Cass, and Dani: *Wide eyes, lean in close*

Y/N: *Opens the ring box, showing a diamond ring* Here it is! So… what do you three think? *Grumbles to themself* It was enough to wipe out my savings account…

Bela: *Looks at it closely* Mommy’s gonna love it!

Cass: *Not as impressed with jewelry* Yeah, this’ll work…

Dani: *Fangirling hard* Wow! I feel like mommy’s gonna be a princess or something! Can I hold it, Y/N?

Y/N: *Relieved they like it* Hmm… Sure! Just be careful with it, okay? *Hands it to Dani*

Bela: *Asking the real questions* What if she says no? Like, maybe she thinks you’re too silly or not very smart! I heard her say that a few times…

Y/N: *Sweats, getting straight roasted by a 4-year-old* Well, there’s always the chance… but I’m pretty sure that won’t happen! *Internally starting to panic thinking about Alcina’s reaction*

Dani: Uh-oh…

Y/N: *Gets a short break from their little freak out, looks at Dani* What’s wrong, Dani?

Dani: *Looks from her empty hands to Y/N with wide, panicked eyes* Hehe… I kinda swallowed it… but it was so shiny! I couldn’t help it!

Y/N: *Bluescreens* Um… w-what?! Uh, did you say you swallowed it?!

Dani: I’m really sorry, Y/N! *Starts getting teary*

Y/N: *About to flip the fuck out* Hey, hey! It’s okay, Dani! I’m not mad, but I think we should go to the hospital and make sure you’re alright. Bela, Cass grab your coats. We’ll go in my car. *Starts to wrap Dani in a blanket, picks her up*

Alcina: *Opens the door that second* Dragas! I’m ho-

Alcina: *Walks into the room, sees all four of them panicking, trying to get coats on, and running around* Y/N? What is going on here?

Y/N: *Didn’t hear her come in, freezes and stares wide-eyed at Alcina, knowing she’ll kick their ass if anything happened to her children on their watch*

The girls: *Also stop what they’re doing to see how Alcina will respond*

Alcina: *Raises an eyebrow, crosses her arms, looks at all of them* Well? Anyone want to inform me of what happened here while I was gone?

Y/N: *Sighs, still holding Dani* Alci, Dani swallowed something she shouldn’t have so I was going to take her to the ER. I’m really, really sorry! It was an accident!

Alcina: *Hellfire raging in her eyes* WHAT?! How did thi-

Dani: *Suddenly pukes on Y/N’s shirt* Uhh… sorry. *Eyes widen* Hey look! Here it is, Y/N!

Y/N: *Looks at the vomit pooling on their shirt and sees something shiny* Ha! We’ve got it, gang! *Picks up the pukey ring and puts Dani down*

Y/N: Well, since you’ve seen the ring already, now’s as good a time as any! Alci, will you marry me? *Holds out the ring and tries to get down on one knee, slips on vomit and busts their ass*

Alcina: …

Y/N: …

The girls: …

Alcina: *Sighs, pinching the bridge of her nose, muttering* I just wanted to come home and have a glass of wine…

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#re8 #re8 village #alcina dimitrescu #lady dimitrescu #alcina dimitrescu x reader #alcina dimitrescu x y/n #lady dimitrescu x reader #lady dimitrescu x y/n #cassandra dimitrescu #re8 shitpost #y/n is stupid #re8 incorrect quotes #bela dimitrescu #daniela dimitrescu

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tis the damn season vol. 2 SNIPPET

A/N: yes, you did in fact read that correctly. there will be a vol. 2 of tis the damn season...NOT part 2, but VOLUME 2. Meaning, this is not a continuation, or a kind of epilogue, but a whole other scenario. with a different character, in a different universe, but connected by the premise of miss swift's song...bc it is my favorite holiday tune. this will probably be posted around new years, so see you then!

read tis the damn season!

It was the Wednesday before Christmas, and the pub was empty—just how Harry liked it. This year, the holiday was on a weekend, which meant the crowd of school-days-past wouldn’t be arriving until tomorrow at the earliest, semi-finishing out their work weeks.

Harry had been in Chesire for a week already, lazy-ing around his mum’s house and patiently waiting for his sister to come from London (she’d be part of the hoard arriving tomorrow). His mum was out for the night, at a holiday party she had with her friends every year. She had invited him along, but that week, he had already crashed a lunch and a festive dinner. The idea of round three felt pathetic.

His cousins were Christmas shopping for their baby—and it’s not that Harry didn’t want to join them, he just knew that it wasn’t the kind of shopping he was into. It was mission-based. Harry preferred the kind of shopping day that took hours and ended with a nice meal—whether or not he completed his list didn’t matter. It was the spirit of it.

So, he was alone. In a pub he frequented every time he came back. They had decorated for the holiday, with the top shelf of the bar lined with stockings that had the staff’s names written on—there were a few he didn’t recognize from the year before. It sat uncomfortably on his chest. He should make more time to visit home—because that’s what it still was to him. It didn’t matter where his house was, that he had spent more months in LA and New York alone (mostly) than he did his mum’s house. They weren’t the same, devoid of that special warmth and love that hit him each time he opened the heavy, oak door.

Garland hung around the perimeter of the room, from the ceiling, and also draped beneath the bar. Poinsettias (which he hated) filled vases on shelves that usually housed more appealing faux bouquets. He did like, however, the Christmas lights strung along the ceiling and wrapped around the posts throughout the space. It made it all quite cozy.

“Thanks, Gerry,” Harry said as he took his pint from across the bar.

The pub door opened, and with it came a gust of cold hair.

“Aye, it’s the new girl,” Gerry called across the bar to the other tender, his younger brother Tommy.

Harry turned just in time to see the smirk on the face of the supposed newcomer. He wasn’t sure if the chill that moved through him was from the burst of cold or the energy that radiated from her. She was completely bundled up, from her big boots to her bright red beanie.

She plucked it off by its pom-pom and dropped it onto the bar top, only five seats down from Harry. “Not new, temporary,” she said.

“Only ‘cause we haven’t won you over yet. Just wait, you won’t dream of leavin’ by time we’re done with you.”

She rolled her eyes playfully and unwound the pink and red striped scarf from her neck. She draped it over the seat next to her, then peeled off her coat, revealing long, dark hair that had been tucked down her back.

She was pretty. Harry could tell just from her profile. From her voice. Her nose was suited for a fairy and her cheeks were round—stained pink from the wind.

“The usual?” Tommy asked.

“Please,” she said as she pulled the sleeves of her cream sweater over her hands and fought off a shiver.

“Hi.”

Harry jolted out of his trance and flushed with embarrassment at being caught staring.

“I’m Rosie.” She smiled.

“Harry.”

“I know.” The smirk was back, and he thought, seeing her face so clearly now, it made her look even more beautiful. If that was even possible.

“Right.” He looked down and spun his glass on its coaster,

He heard her thank Tommy for whatever her usual was and listened as they fell into easy, friendly conversation.

“Care to join us?”

He looked up and was met with her smile, and expectant looks from the boys who stood on the other side of the bar, their own drinks in their hands.

“Uh, yeah, why not?”

Harry moved down until they were only a seat apart.

“Rosie’s from London,” Tommy supplied. “Like you.”

“No, technically, Harry’s from here,” Gerry corrected.

“Well, yeah, but—”

“Are you visiting family?” Harry cut him off. “For Christmas?”

“Uh, no,” she said with a scrunch of her nose. Harry left her room to elaborate, but she didn’t.

“Rosie’s a writer,” Gerry offered, before taking a sip of his beer. She blushed behind the curtain of her hair.

This was how his small village operated. A new person meant new information, new stories to pass around and gossip about. It didn’t matter if that person was sitting right in front of them. It was charming, but also terrifying. Especially if the stories making the rounds about you weren’t exactly tame, or inconsequential, or PG-13.

“Is she?” He asked, his eyes looking over her.

“I write novels for young adults. Well, I wrote one novel. I’m working on the second. Supposed to be, anyway.”

“S’why she’s here.” Tommy supplied before downing the rest of his glass, just as the pub door opened again.

“Is it?” He was aware that his attempts to flirt right now were abysmal, but he didn’t know what else to say. He wanted to talk to her, not Tommy. He wanted to pry and tease and slide into the seat next to her, but he couldn’t do that with them watching so closely. The things the town would say about that...so these redundant questions were all he had.

“Sort of.” That was all she offered before taking a sip from the glass of white wine in front of her.

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hornyhornyhimbos · 10 months

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i’d very much love and appreciate reader w/ a hand kink!! i’d be happy with spencer, eddie, or steve. you can choose:)

happy friday, fellow freaks! went with dom daddy spencer since he's the one who made me realize i have a hand kink <3

i'm not saying spencer reid is a sugar daddy... but i'm also not saying he isn't one ♡

18+ as always, mean dom!spencer x slightly bratty!afab!reader, use of a toy i sorta forgot how loud vibrators are oops, semi-public sex (in a dressing room), choking, slight spanking, reader is called good/bad girl and baby, spencer is called daddy, explicit language, and also spencer is rich in this fic because he's unit chief, 1.7K words, color-coded speaker tags, beta read by @broken-stardust!

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it started as a small gesture, nothing to think about really.

the two of you had found yourselves wandering from store to store, spencer having decided that it had been too long since he'd spoiled you. his paycheck was anything but small, having finally achieved the position of unit chief, and in celebration, it was only fair he spoiled the girl who'd been by his side on his way up the bau food chain.

his hands had made their way into your back pockets as the two of you walked into the lingerie store, his personal favorite store in the whole mall.

it was a small gesture, just a simple way he could have his hands on you while remaining inconspicuous. but somewhere in the mix of the sexy energy radiating throughout the lingerie store and your slight hand kink, this tiny action had you nearly weak in the knees. spencer had clearly noticed the way your breath was hitching in your throat—not to mention the flush that had spread across your nose and cheeks—but had decided against addressing it. probably just to make you even more needy, you reckoned. instead, his hands parted from your waist, a tiny kiss meeting the exposed skin of your neck.

if you hadn't been blushing before, you would've turned the color of a freshly-picked tomato after that.

"hey, baby?" he asked, innocence coating his words when he spoke. "i'm gonna go look at something really fast but you pick out whatever you want, yeah?"

without giving you time to respond, he parted from you, heading toward another section of the store. your mind wondered where he'd needed to go by himself, but you shrugged it off, turning back to the lacy pink set you'd been eyeing moments before.

you grabbed three different sets before making your way to the dressing room, catching a glimpse of spencer at the checkout counter. your brows furrowed as you thought about what he might be buying without your knowledge, but you couldn't deny you loved the idea of a surprise.

you pulled the curtain closed behind you before starting to slide off your clothes, first trying on the prettiest black satin bra you'd ever seen.

spencer's deep voice startled you as he slid behind the curtain, his body all but melding to yours due to the confined space. his breath was hot on your shoulders as he whispered, "didn't mean to scare you."

your breath hitched again. "no, it's okay, love," you reassured him.

he kissed the crook of your neck as his hands wandered up your body, palms stopping at your bra-clad breasts and cupping them like they were made to do exactly that. "just needed to get a sneak peak at all the pretty things my baby's getting for us."

your eyes met his in the mirror. "do you like this one?" you managed to ask, your chest clearly breathing harder than normal.

"'s very pretty," he answered, lips meeting your neck again. "it'll look even prettier on our bedroom floor, though."

you were convinced he'd stolen all the breath from your lungs when he moved one hand from your breast to the fastening, unhooking it with barely two flicks of his index finger. and when his lips grazed your ear and he whispered, "i got you a surprise. you wanna see?" your head was spinning so hard, it felt like you'd just stepped off the tilt-a-whirl.

after you managed to respond, he reached into the little white bag he'd brought along, pulling out a pretty, little clit sucker that you may or may not have been hinting you wanted. your eyes flickered from the toy up to his gaze, his normal honey-colored eyes now bordering on jet black. "spencer-" your protest got caught in your throat, and you cursed your body for giving away your hidden motive. of course you wanted him to use that on you right there in the dressing room, but he couldn't know that.

he began opening the package, internally thanking the maker of the toy for deciding on easy-to-open packaging. "just wanna see if it's charged," he reassured you. "might let you try it out on the car ride home if you feel up to it."

you were extremely grateful you hadn't tried on any panties yet, or else you might've ruined them before even buying them. you felt dizzy, and when spencer spun you around in one swift motion, the feeling increased tenfold.

he clicked the 'on' button, and the toy immediately came to life, so to speak. "let there be light," he smirked when the buttons glowed.

spencer's lips connected to the pulse point of your neck, like the perfect lock and key. "do you want me to use this on you?" he asked, his one hand palming at you through the satin.

"please," you said, though it was closer to a whimper.

his fingers crooked under the waistband of your now soaked panties, beginning to tug them down your body. "good girl."

your mouth fell into an open 'o' as the toy connected to your clit, a sensation you weren't quite used to but couldn't deny you were enjoying already. your head lolled back, your eyes falling closed as you settled into the vibration. spencer, however, didn't seem as pleased when he met you with a low, "who said you were finished trying on your new outfits?"

glassy eyes met dark ones as your gazes connected again. "how am i supposed to-"

"just because you can't try on the panties doesn't mean you can't try on the top pieces," he argued. and with that, he reached around you and grabbed another one of the lingerie tops. "here you go, baby."

just as you reached for the lacy fabric in his hand, the vibration of the toy increased, eliciting a quiet moan from your lips. "fuck," you whimpered, "how am i supposed to try things on when you do stuff like that?"

he clicked his tongue disapprovingly. "now, that's no way to talk to your daddy, especially not when he's taking such good care of you and spoiling you today."

your eyes darted away, but his free hand met your chin, pulling your face up to meet his. "do i need to punish you? show everyone in this store what a bad girl you're being right now?"

you shook your head, even though you secretly wanted exactly what he was talking about. reluctantly, you tugged on the lacy bralette, the sheer fabric not leaving anything to the imagination.

he pulled your face towards his once again, meeting you with a kiss so hard, you knew your lips would be swollen afterward. "i like this one," he said against your mouth, his tongue dipping inside it at the end of his statement. you were almost positive there were tiny crescent moons dug into your cheeks when he pulled away, glancing down to the bra you'd just tried on. "ok, next one."

and just as you suspected, the second you tried to pull the bralette off, he increased the vibrations a second time.

"fuck, how do expect me to-"

you immediately regretted the tone you'd just used. "baby, you know what happens when you cop an attitude with me," he reminded you. yes, you did know, and maybe somewhere in the back of your mind, that's why you'd copped the attitude in the first place. "bad girls have to be punished."

his hand met your throat, wrapping around it with delicious pressure. "now, take. it. off."

you managed to get the bra off, his hand releasing just long enough for you to remove the fabric, but meeting you with harder force when it reconnected. his nails dug into your skin, and you moaned at the contact.

his eyes darted to the last piece you hadn't tried on yet, a demanding expression settling on his face. "go ahead. put it on. that one's daddy's favorite."

forget the air being knocked out of your lungs. when he spoke to you like that and gave you that look, you'd just as soon assume you didn't have lungs in the first place. your orgasm was close, but you knew it wouldn't be that easy. and maybe that's why your lips decided to betray you by taunting, "i can't."

"can't or don't want to?" he rebutted, an eyebrow cocking. you knew you'd stayed quiet a beat too long when that eyebrow came down and met the other in an angry furrow.

he scoffed, moving his hand from your neck to your wrist, manhandling you in the way you usually dreamed of. "you're being an ungrateful brat, you know that?" of course you did. "now i have to punish you when all i wanted was to pamper you."

he forced your hand around the handle of the toy, shooting you a look that said, no touching. in swift motions he turned the vibrations up to the highest setting, met your neck with even harder force, and somehow managed to put on the last bra with one hand.

"are you gonna be a good girl now?" he growled, so low you barely heard it.

you somehow nodded, but you should've known that wasn't good enough. spencer repeated his question, slightly louder. loud enough to have you worried the person in the next dressing room over could hear him. you managed a breathy, "yes," as just as you did your orgasm started to hit.

spencer must've noticed your blissed-out eyes, pulling the toy away from your clit immediately. "bad girls don't get to cum," he reminded you, releasing his hold on your neck.

the lack of pressure had you dizzy, falling into his chest as you tried to catch your breath. his lips planted a soft kiss on your hair, his hands grabbing hold of your waist. "aww, is my baby all worn out after doing so much work?" he teased, palm landing on the curve of your ass with a firm slap.

you met him with soft, glassy eyes when your bottom lip puckered out. "can you help me get dressed?" you said sweetly, like you hadn't been the biggest brat to him not three minutes ago.

"well," he said, smacking your ass again, "i suppose, since you asked nicely."

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