#Donna would ask too many questions

[idunnodudeijustwokeup]

I only want the fab 5 (+ Kori later on) when they are absolutely insane about each other. The most ride and die you will ever find.

They will never hesitate to square up again anyone who says anything bad about their team mates (and best friends (and lovers)), consistently checking in with each other even (and especially) when they are not meant/ supposed to.

I want them so fucking codependent but also completely unaware bc what do you mean you don’t constantly update your friend group everytime anything happens. What do you mean you don’t just break into your best friends house and sleep in their bed with them when you feel sad. What do you mean you keep secrets from your friends. What do you mean you don’t join your friends when they shower so you can continue your conversation. What do you mean you don’t know where every single scare on your best friend comes from. What do you mean you don’t call their dad a stupid motherfucker to his face. What do you mean you don’t know everything about your best friends.

I want them to have so many inside jokes that they are basically speaking a different language. I want them to share clothes and makeup and accessories to the point where nobody really remembers who owned what first. ( I want everyone to wear the other people’s merch always)

I want them to speak about their siblings like they are shared between the five of them. I want Tim to ask Donna a question when he is too embarrassed to ask Dick, and Cassie to ask Dick when she doesn’t want Donna to know, etc.

I want the mentors to be the other people’s aunt and uncles. ( I want the mentors and adults in their life to have a group chat where they try and help each other keep track of what their kids are doing bc gods know they won’t just tell them, so whenever they have a sleepover or a mission in one persons city, they let’s the rest of the mentors know. I also want the mentors to constantly send ‘baby’ photos and videos of their ‘kids’ in the group chat)

I want the dating history within the group to be so fucking confusing that you need a collage level lecture to understand it from the outside.

I want all of them to be married to other titans, but nobody really remembers who is married to who, especially since most of them are married to multiple people. ( a mix of Vegas weddings, undercover missions that took a turn, space rituals and traditions they got court up in, bets that were won and lost, and very intense dnd campaigns)

I want their private group chat to have more encryptions and protections than pentagon and the batcomputer put together. I want the GC to be filled with Drunken voice notes, homemade memes, pictures that should never see the light of day, secrets and jokes that would get them into soooo much trouble.

I want them to bring one or two titans along to family and work events. I want people to bet on which of the friends will go with Roy vs who will go as Dicks date to the fancy Galas, bc you can bet your ass they will be there as arm candy on their arms. (Having your friends at the Gala is the only thing that makes going to these Galas bearable). I want them to sneak out every time and go to a random fast food restaurant.

I want their fighting styles to be so engrained in each other that it is impossible to figure out who thought who what, and which of them was the first person to introduce this move into the equation.

I want outsiders to look at them and be confused if one of the OG titans are standing alone without one of the other titans. Do you see the vision?

[apocalypseornaw]

Stretch it Out

Dean Winchester x Reader

When you need help stretching it takes an interesting turn

Warnings: Cursing, NSFW things

One of the many empty rooms in the bunker had been turned into an exercise area of sorts. It'd started off as Sam's brain child for mornings he couldn't go for a run, he'd found a cheap enough treadmill and tossed it in the room. Next came the weight bench, the punching bags and eventually the mats that were used for a mixture from sparring to yoga. It had gotten turned into a pretty decent home gym.

You were alone in the room, Dean had gone on a store run and Sam was in the shower. After the last hunt you'd gotten slammed around pretty good, Cas had healed what he could but turns out even angel mojo couldn't help tight hips. You were trying your best to get them to pop because that was what you desperately needed.

You'd gotten into boxing with Donna and knew what stretches would help, the problem was you needed assistance with it and didn't want to have to drive to Sioux Falls just to get it. You could ask Sam for help but given the position the stretches would put you in, you felt weird asking your best friend to do so and the thought of asking Dean embarrassed you bad enough you'd rather go a few rounds with a rugaru then attempt it.

You finally gave up about the time you heard Dean's voice echo down the hall "Honey I'm home" you laughed as you slipped your feet into the slides you wore around the bunker and headed for the kitchen where he was unloading groceries "I'm assuming that honey I'm home was for me or else things are really weird between you and Sam"

He stopped mid putting milk in the fridge "Sweetheart" the tone of his voice made you crack up "I'm kidding Dean. I'm kidding" he put the milk in the fridge then turned to face you, eyeing your clothes "What's with the active wear?" You looked down at yourself because you were just wearing high-waisted leggings and an old t-shirt you'd cropped off a bit because it'd been way too long to use any of the weights or punching bag while wearing.

"I was stretching out. My hips still aren't feeling quite up to par" he nodded slowly "Did you get them popped or whatever you said they needed?" You shook your head "I can't get into the positions I need to by myself" "Sam couldn't help?" He asked as you grabbed a bag and started putting its contents away.

You shook your head but didn't further elaborate. The two of you had everything put away within a few minutes. You grabbed a bottle of water out of the fridge and started to walk out the kitchen when Dean stopped you "Hey, let me throw on some sweats and I'll help you stretch"

You knew your eyes widened at that because he chuckled "Oh don't think I can help with stuff like that? I'm only good for the punchy stuff?" You shook your head "No Dean it's not that.." he cut you off "Good. Meet me in the gym in five" "Ok" you finally replied knowing arguing was no use.

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About the time Dean walked out the kitchen Sam walked in with his hair still wet from the shower "I should throw this damn water at you for not being five minutes faster" Sam was not ignorant to your feelings for his older brother but had guarded your secret for a while. He grinned slightly "And why is that?"

You groaned "Dean's gonna help me stretch out my hips" in that moment Sam very much looked like he may just chew his bottom lip off in an attempt to not laugh in your face at your dismay. "Oh go ahead!" You finally said and he nearly doubled over "Does he know the positioning of those stretches?" You shook your head and that only made him laugh harder.

He finally regained his composure enough to check his watch "I'm gonna go into town to the farmers market. I'll get some of those apples you like and I'll be gone for a couple hours" "Why?" You questioned but he just patted your shoulder on the way by.

"SAMUEL?" You hollered behind him but only heard his laughter in return. Dean walked up behind you and nearly made you scream when he said "What was that about?" You looked over your shoulder at him and smiled slightly "He's going to the farmers market and refused to get me apples" "You know he will" he replied then tapped your hip "C'mon"

You stood across from Dean nervously chewing on your bottom lip. You both had warmed up enough already so you had no excuse but christ you were freaking out internally. "Ok sweetheart, where do we start?" He asked with a smile that caused your heart to jump "Um Ok. I'm gonna lay down on the mat and I need you to stand over me and I'll bend one knee then fold it over the hip on my opposite side I just need you to apply enough counter pressure"

He raised one eyebrow but nodded nonetheless "Well get into position and I'll do my job" you laid down flat on your back and swallowed hard looking up at him before bending your knee on the left side and tucking it over your right hip. He smirked slightly then leaned over "Just apply pressure until i say stop. I can handle it" he nodded "Oh I know"

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You tried that stretch on both hips hoping it would work because it was the position that gave the most room between you and Dean even if just from that position alone you were having to stare at the roof to not be staring into those green eyes that made you forget any and all thoughts. You finally rolled up into a seated position, Dean was sitting across from you on his knees "What now?"

You could feel your cheeks threaten to warm as you damn near stuttered "H-How much do you want to help me?" He watched you for a moment "I want to make sure you're not hurting. Now what do I need to do?" You nodded slowly "Im gonna lay back, I need you to kneel between my legs and put one of my legs on your shoulder then just push it down towards my shoulder applying even pressure until either it loosens up or I say stop"

He motioned towards the mat "Let's do it" good lord could he have picked a worse way to say it? You laid down and when he moved closer you felt your face begin to warm so you bit down on the inside of your cheek as a distraction In hopes it would get get your mind off the position at hand.

However nothing on earth could have distracted from from him gripping your hips firmly to pull you down the mat closer to him, spreading your legs slightly. A small gasp escaped you when your hips bumped into his then he turned just enough to gently grab your left leg and lift it onto his shoulder "Like this sweetheart?"

You knew your voice wouldn't work at the moment so you just nodded.

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There was a mantra going through Dean's head which consisted of three words....don't get hard. Damn why hadn't he just stayed in his jeans? That would've offered a thicker layer between your bodies but he hadn't realized how close the stretching required you to be besides the denim probably would've been uncomfortable to you considering you were just wearing thin leggings.

The first stretch hadn't been that bad but he noticed how you wouldn't meet his eyes while he was standing over you. Sam's words from a few days before when he'd been certain you were flirting with the bartender at some backwoods dive the three of you had stopped in ran through his head "Believe me Dean, she could give a damn less about that guy"

Then when you stuttered asking him to do this current position? Maybe he did have a chance. He had to stop a smirk from slipping onto his face when you gasped lightly from him pulling you closer and pulling your leg up on his shoulder. Not like he hadn't imagined you like this a thousand times before....of course then you weren't dressed or in the gym or just stretching.

When you finally looked up to meet his eyes he smiled "like this sweetheart?" And noticed just how wide your eyes were when you nodded.

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Your knee was nearly touching your shoulder when you felt the release in your hip and a moan that completely mortified you escaped your lips at the feeling. Dean froze dead in his tracks, your leg still on his shoulder and cut his eyes at you with one eyebrow raised "What was that?"

You covered your face with your hands "I am so sorry Dean. That just felt so damn good" he gently lowered your left leg and you expected him to walk out the room due to the awkwardness but instead he moved to the right side and lifted your leg onto his shoulder "Look at me and I'll see if i can get you to moan again from this side" he teased.

You slowly lowered your hands and he winked at you "Attagirl. We're both adults here no shame in something feeling good besides maybe it boosts my ego knowing you moaned like that and I was technically the cause of it...I mean I've heard some of your excuses for dates in the past..."

"Shut up Dean!" You laughed but he started to push your leg towards your shoulder and damn him he'd been paying attention to the last leg and knew just what angle to use because you quickly felt the release in that side and the fucking moan you let slip out was borderline pornagraphic.

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He spoke your name gently and you looked up at him. He was watching you carefully "You good?" You smiled "I'm great" you shifted your hips as much as you could considering one of them was still on his shoulder but froze when you felt something against your inner thigh "Um Dean?"

"Huh?" He asked then must have realized his body had reacted. "Oh fuck darling. I am so damn sorry" he put your leg down quickly and went to stand up but you grabbed his hand "Wait" he wouldn't meet your eyes "I'm sorry sweetheart. It's just you're a beautiful woman, the position we were in...." he groaned lightly before adding "and the noises you were making under me"

"Dean" you tried again and when he finally met your eyes you reached for his shoulders and pulled him into a kiss.

The kiss took Dean off guard. He'd expected you to be pissed at him, hell possibly swing but the shock quickly wore off as he shifted around to push your back down against the mat. You hooked one of your legs around his waist pulling him down with you. He groaned into the kiss when you rolled your hips up to meet his.

He broke away from the kiss to look at you. You were laying under him, eyes wide and pupils blown. Your chest was heaving just slightly and a smile was playing at your lips "Sweetheart what are we doing here?" You raised an eyebrow and glanced down at where your bodies were pressed against each other, thin layers of clothing the only thing separating you "I thought it was kind of clear Dean"

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He laughed lightly then leaned down again catching your lips with his once more. He felt your hands slip under his shirt, an unspoken request for more access to him. He pulled back just enough to slip the shirt over his head and throw it somewhere behind him. He smiled when he saw your hands go towards the hem of your shirt and covered them with his own. He glanced up at you for permission and you nodded so he slipped the shirt over your head and tossed it leaving you in just your leggings and sports bra.

"Come here" you whispered pulling him back down to you. He moved from your lips down to your neck biting and sucking the skin, enjoying what sounds he could pull from you. When he kissed down your chest he felt your breathing speed up as he nipped at your breast through the cloth still covering it. "Fuck Dean" you moaned and he could've came then and there from hearing his name come out of you like that. "Let me enjoy this" he teased before pulling the bra off of you.

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The moment your chest was completely bared to him Dean leaned down flicking one of your nipples into his mouth with his tongue while his hand worked the other. Your fingers dug into his shoulders, the pleasure you were feeling when he'd barely touched you was dizzying.

He moved from your chest, kissing down your stomach and stopping just shy of the top of your leggings. He glanced up at you through his long lashes and you felt a rush of heat go straight to your core "Can I?" You nodded, lifting your hips to help him get the leggings off.

"Damn baby you're already soaked" he cooed slipping one finger inside of you causing a light gasp to slip free of your lips. He smiled wickedly then added another finger, basking in the way you moaned his name "I wanna see what you look like when you come" he spoke curling his fingers inside of you until he found that spot that made your eyes roll back. When your back arched up off the mat he chuckled "There it is"

He crashed his lips against yours in a rough kiss while he worked you over that edge, feeling you tighten around his fingers. You could feel the tension building in your lower stomach and barely got out the words "Dean I'm gonna.." before it snapped pushing you over that edge and causing your vision to go soft around the edges.

"Soo damn sexy" he whispered moving back down your body. You'd barely had any time to recover before his head was moving between your legs, you felt the first tentative lick and moaned his name loudly which spurred his actions one.

The way his mouth felt on your body had every damn nerve ending on fire. You could feel that tension building again already. You'd never come this close together but the moment his lips locked around your clit sucking roughly you were pushed over that edge yet again. He stayed working you over until you pushed at his shoulders weakly "Too much. Too much"

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He rocked back on his heels, wiping a thumb across his lower lip before sucking on it "Fuck you taste as good as you look" you smiled lazily "Normally I'd love to return the favor and I promise to next time but please will you take off your pants and fuck me?"

"Next time huh?" He asked as he pushed his pants down his hips along with his boxers then kicked them off. You'd always figured Dean was well endowed. Awkward moments with hotel showers had happened but damn he was big and thick. You licked your lips and he grinned running a hand across his cock "Like what ya see sweetheart?"

You rolled your eyes "Would like it better if it was inside me" He smirked "Well who am I to keep a lady waiting" he gripped your hips, snatching you closer to him much the way he had earlier. You could feel the head of his cock teasing your opening and could feel yourself clenching around air in anticipation "Are you sure?" He asked and you nearly whined in frustration "Please?"

He nodded as he pushed into you causing a moan to be pulled from you both once he was fully sheathed he held still to let you adjust to him. He caught your lips in a passionate kiss, tongue flicking against yours allowing you to taste yourself on him. Once the pain of the stretch faded to pressure you moved your hips against his to let him know he could move.

He started to roll his hips into yours causing your back to arch up off the mat with every movement "Fuck Dean, you feel so fucking good" you praised and that seemed to spur his movements. He changed his angle just slightly and when the head of his cock rubbed across that certain spot you could vaguely register your nails digging into his shoulders "Right there baby, please don't stop"

"Wasn't planning on it" he teased. It felt amazing but you knew you both needed a little more "You can fuck me harder Dean. I won't break" you moaned and he leaned his forehead over in the crook of your neck as his thrusts got somehow even deeper and harder. You could feel that tension building again and knew he could feel you clenching harder around him "Go ahead sweetheart. Come for me" He spoke into your skin, one hand slipping between you to rub tight circles onto your clit. You came for the third time with a scream of his name on your lips.

Once you came down from the high slightly you could feel his thrusts begin to falter. You turned your attention to him fully, kissing across his jaw and down his neck as you said "Let me feel you come Dean, please. Fill me up baby" his jaw clenched tightly at your words as his thrusts sped up chasing his own release.

He buried himself inside you with one final thrust and the feeling of him coming inside of you managed to push you over that edge for the fourth time.

He collapsed on top of you, supporting most of his body weight on your lower half so you could breath. "God damn sweetheart. I'm so fucking glad Sam didn't help you stretch" You popped his shoulder "Don't be an ass Dean"

After a moment of you both simply catching your breath he leaned up to be able to look at your face "On a serious note I don't want this to be a one time thing and not just this...I um want us to try to this I mean if you want" you laughed lightly causing him to groan considering he was still inside of you "Are you asking me to be your girlfriend after nearly fucking me stupid in the bunkers home gym?"

He nodded "Yeah?" You pulled him into a kiss before saying "On the condition that you help me make it to the shower before Sam gets back because my legs have no feeling in them after coming that much" you could see the moment the smug smirk began to pull at his face "Oh really?" You rolled your eyes and started to say something back but he chose then to pull out of you which caused another gasp to leave you.

"I can manage to help my girl shower" he added with a wink.

"How's your hips feel?" Dean asked after you both had showered and you were laying in his bed with his arms around you. You laughed "They feel absolutely amazing"

He leaned down to kiss you but right before your lips touched you heard Sam holler "IN THE GYM? REALLY. YOU TWO ARE ANIMALS!"

Dean smirked at you "Any complaints?" "None at all" you replied pulling him into you for the kiss.

[littledeathdove]

Aah not enough content on crow wife out there :[ Maybe could you write Miranda and Donna (separately) general headcanons on how they would be like in a relationship?? please and thank you x3

AYYY got me a good ass request to yap on, love you for this anon 😙

Also i have to agree, my lovely wife Miranda just doesn’t have enough content on here. But I can’t complain at all since back in 2021-2023 there was barely even crumbs on both A03 and Tumblr, hell I had to go on wattpad at one point to satisfy my hunger on some content of her.

But anyway let’s get into this headcanons people 😈🙏🏾

WARNING; this isn’t read over yet since I wanted to post this already before I go to sleep, so there might be grammar errors, spelling mistakes. Honestly anything you’ll find in a non read over post 😅 I’ll check over it in the morning tho!

𝐌𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐌𝐢𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐚

(My favorite woman right here, UGH THE OBSESSION IS COMING BACK 😞 she so beautiful I need that crazy cookie BADLY)

Miranda in a relationship is obsessive, no questions or buts, that woman can and will know everything about you. I only make sense, there was only two occurrences in her life that made her love or gave her it. Eva and now you.

Miranda’s obsessiveness can be a inconvenience in your life sometimes, an examples are when she insists on knowing your every move — even though she refuses to skip out on her daily hours in the laboratory — which makes her have her crows follow you. Which wouldn’t be a problem if her crows wasn’t as playful as they are and if villagers didn’t act the way they did towards you just because of the many crows

Miranda in a relationship is spoiling, Miranda loves to spoil you endlessly, not that it’s surprising though I mean just look at how luxurious her whole outfit is. Plus Miranda’s crow ways makes her a default gift giver when it comes to love languages.

Your jewelry collection would go sky rocket, clothes? Oh don’t even need to ask twice because she’ll have Donna on speed call these days to tell her new requests of customized clothing. You’re a villager in the village and you always wanted to try some of that expensive Dimitrescu wine? It’s there just in time for dinner. So in summary, Miranda doesn’t play when it comes to fulfilling your wants

Don’t even get me started on how much it boasts Miranda’s ego when she comes out of her laboratory after long tiring hours and she sees her pretty little lover in the items she gifted them over time, one you haven’t seen dotting until you experienced that situation and two that sight is why she alwaysss willing to any amount of lei to get you what you want, you always look the prettiest in the things you wished for anyways

Speaking of that, Miranda in a relationship is a clingy lover. LISTEN, HEAR ME OUT PEOPLE

Miranda hasn’t had any romantic affection for a long time, so when you come around you are quite literally filling in an empty void so deep it can reach the mold spiritual underworld. At first it wouldn’t seem like Miranda would end up clingy, especially since she still does those simple physical touches like caressing your cheek or lingering touches. But after a few months (more likely weeks) and with the right opportunity, Miranda would just randomly hug you one day after dinner

Nothing too worrying since this is usual, but it quickly becomes unusual when she holds you in a tight and strong hug for at least a hour. And if you were to fall asleep like that, even worser since Miranda is the worst to try to get out of bed once she’s clingy

She doesn’t do much PDA unless she is trying to make out the point that you are hers to somebody around, but as I said that woman turns from a crow to a koala quickly

Miranda in a relationship is stubborn, she is used to being obeyed with little to no questioning so when you point out some harmful habits of hers that you noticed over time she is quick to silence you. She already knows what this recognization can lead to and that’s what she’s been dreading ever since the relationship started.

Miranda knows her poor habits but she also knows if she was to fix them it could lead to a set back in getting Eva back. So if you were to constantly mention these bad habits such as her refusing to give herself a break during research sessions, Miranda wouldn’t think of it as you worrying over her well being but instead you being ignorant to her life mission.

Even though it might seem impossible, getting Miranda to come around and finally take slow action into fixing her habits can happen. But it will take patience and an equal amount of stubbornness to help her do so. (And trust she will secretly thank you later on, specifically when she gets Eva back)

Miranda’s stubbornness can also show up in more lighter notes of your relationship, for example if she believed you needed to be more protected or watch after more she would take action of making sure that is done. And no, you won’t easily sway her to ease up on said actions thanks to her stubbornness.

Some little side thing(s); Once you’re in a relationship with Miranda you will notice changes in village cult. One being an uprising of pictures/portraits of you inside of the churches or really anywhere where pictures of Miranda or the lords are. The village folk are more adoring of you and kinder (if they weren’t before), simply because of your new found status of being the true lover of Mother Miranda. But the most major out of all of them is the change of Miranda’s priestess clothing. To cut to the case, Miranda now wears something symbolic to you or has embroidered a customized crest of your own along side the lords crest’s.

Some little side thing(s); Miranda never loved the whole pretty house wife thing since she was a mortal who likely had to experience it first hand in not the aesthetically pleasing way. Though this changed drastically once you came around. The first time Miranda saw you cooking her food after dragging her vocally out of her lab out of worry, Miranda knew she had found a new favorite thing and that was you looking/doing actions just like those pretty house wives.

Miranda isn’t afraid to share this to you, and she evens proposes that you do more actions to a house wife more. Hell it’s not like she was going to let you work anyway. After the talk, if you were to start do such things you would notice some differences in your routine. Aka, Miranda now actually comes out of her laboratory more throughout the day. Not to talk or anything, but instead to watch you cooking, cleaning, really doing anything around the house. Miranda always has a blank stare while she is watching you so you wouldn’t even be able to know for sure if she was satisfied or judging you. But behind that stare she is just imagining a full complete picture of you being just like this but instead taking care of Eva.

That scenario just pushes her to work even harder to get her Eva back.

Oh! Also if you weren’t to agree with the proposal at first, Miranda would likely just slowly ease you into agreement through some light manipulation tactics or something. Don’t forget that woman is still the calculating cold woman she was before. She’ll make sure to keep it almost fully to your will but if she must guide you to do what she wants to see done, trust she will.

𝐃𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐁𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐨

(Now this one right here, my ideal type fr fr. I’m not even joking she quiet, she tall, she got an odd fixation on dolls, AND SHE LIL COO COO. Not to mention those hands and that voice?? yk let me stop before this becomes a rant on all the things I love about Donna here)

Donna in a relationship is cautious, well at the beginning of the relationship. I do believe Donna has her secret insecurities which makes her very slow to let down her walls and show vulnerability at first. Donna does have the belief that you will up and leave her somewhere in the near future, or even worse that you will slowly fall out of love with her if she shows one wrong trait.

Another worry of Donna’s is that you are taking advantage of her love just so you can take the in the benefits that might come with Donna. For example her riches? The fact people will respect you more since you’re with a lord. Honestly in general it’s basically any benefits from her being a lord of the village

These beliefs and worries makes her keep most of her secrets hidden, and puts her in a mind space where she believes she must keep a mask on. She will purposely be more quiet around you though she will still act on the want to be constantly around you. If your conversations were to be heading in the direction of a soft spot that could crack this mask, Donna would carefully vaguely answer the question before quickly guiding it away from the subject with her own question/words.

And back to the whole taking advantage of. If Donna had a thought about this during the day you will notice Angie asking you questions a lot more. And they’re particularly over your relationship with Donna and what made you even want one with her or what you enjoy about being with quiet lord. 

On worser days, Donna would go as far into only speaking through Angie…as she did before your relationship. And if you were to get more persistent in getting questions out of her or simply trying to get her to be more open with you, Donna wouldn’t be hesitant to put you under a peaceful delusion that would lure you to sleep. (Sometimes if she is feeling a lot of strong emotions from your questions she could accidentally put a bad delusion over you)

Don’t worry it isn’t always like this, after a few months and loving affection from you Donna does come around and starts to let her guard down around you. This also marks the true lover out of her. Because after those doubts and worries leave it’s just like a barrier being removed from a waterfall, and all that’s coming down for the future in this relationship is just love. So much of it

Donna in a relationship is possessive, I don’t know what your beliefs are but truly I believe that Donna’s possessive behavior can be 10x worser than Miranda’s. Miranda knows she has no challenge when it comes to your heart, I mean who will actually challenge her? Try to taker her lover or even yearn after them in her village? No one. And this can also apply to Donna since she is quite the feared lord in the village who is known for killing anyone who even steps foot on her property. With that said, no one would truly be trying to actively make you fall in love with them or claim your heart, but somehow Donna doesn’t see this and does believe someone would try.

Donna’s possessive can be quite a fucking situation. For one her possessiveness doesn’t go up in levels, no no it just immediately rises to the top level especially in the beginning of the relationship. The top of the level is her basically putting you on house arrest in her mansion. She’ll give you many excuses if she isn’t in the mood to explain her true reasoning, and if you constantly ask her to go outside she’ll let you.

Well you’ll make it to the edge of the front yard and then there you are put under a delusion of maybe monsters like the lycans charging around and maybe even chasing you back to her property where she can place you in her arms to comfort you. Whispering in your ear how she’s got you and why this is a reason of why your not allowed outside for “now”

Donna in a relationship is VERYYY romantic, don’t get me started on my headcanon that she is or at least was the biggest book worm during her time of isolation after her parents died. That girl was not only rich but she was adopted by Miranda, who I wouldn’t doubt used this love of Donna’s to make her more comfortable with her (which will make it easier to make her a vessel later on).

Anyway I do believe Donna would’ve put herself deeply in romantic books when she hit the age of a teenager. Donna obviously wouldn’t have been able to experience romance during isolation, but Donna would allow herself to place herself in the main characters shoes and feel the experience of romance through that outlet. Donna would daydream of creative dates, gifts she would make and give, giving her lover princess treatment and receiving it 10x more back.

Oh, and you better believe that Donna does all of what she wanted to do for so long with you. When I’m saying that woman will having you truly believing that romance have never been died but you just haven’t met her yet, I’m being so honest. For some dates Donna would quite literally kick you out of the house and make you spend time in the garden as she cooks the most best meal she finds ideal for a date. She loves dates where it ends in you both laughing up a storm, it’s her favorite thing of a date honestly.

Some little side thing(s); Donna isn’t good at communication with you know the whole toxic “family” dynamic she’s in and her trauma. But Donna does understand that communication is necessary since she has read stories where she noticed a character complaining about the lack of it within their relationship or simply noticing herself once she had the skills to see the bad flaw causing a distance between lovers in stories.

Donna doesn’t want that to happen between you and her at all! She will absolutely abandon all her morals and power before she loses the love of her life over something so preventable.

So Donna decided one day that she will make a monthly habit of her cooking up some sweet small deserts and making some tea so then you both could sit down and talk to each other about anything you want over your relationship. Donna might not always have a good reaction to your words especially if you say words that could hint at you falling out of love with her or wanting to leave her. But she does try! And she’ll constantly do so as long as she can keep the treasure she calls a lover.

I apologize for how long this took! I usually try to fulfill requests as soon as I get them but I’ve been busy these past weeks.

Please don’t let this discourage you from requesting though because I’ll absolutely fulfill any requests I get over resident evil village no matter how long it takes!

Anyway I hope this post satisfied the requester! Honestly I believe I could’ve made better headcanons but I truly didn’t want to overthink it and procrastinate. Donna’s is shorter then Miranda’s, shows who I’m more used to writing lol 💀 Thank you to anon for this request, believe this is like my first ever Miranda/Donna headcanon request ever so I was too excited to see it 🫶🏾

Umm that’s it little dove out ✌🏾

[saturdaynightfrightclub]

DC’s penchant for creating characters with black hair and blue eyes presents a really funny opportunity. Especially when so many of said characters being of similar ages to Bruce’s children.

I think a lot of them have been mistaken as actually being Bruce’s kids by tabloids.

I like to think it started with Donna Troy. Who would hang out around a young Dick Grayson-Wayne. Would hang out with young Dickie Wayne a lot. To the point that the paparazzi took notice, and started to speculate on the nature of their relationship.

Which abruptly ended when an overzealous reporter confronted the pair as they left a movie demanding info on the nature of their relationship and when they had started dating.

To which Donna had laughed and waved them off saying: “Dick is my brother!”

English was not Donna Troy’s first language. She didn’t realize that by omitting the word like (as in: Dick is like my brother) she had caused a media uproar. Because everyone knew that Dick Grayson was Brucie Wayne’s son, his little boy. But the insinuation that he had two children?

They take one look at this tall, gorgeous young woman with black hair and blue eyes. And then look at the young boy beside her, also with black hair and blue eyes. It wouldn’t be too much of a stretch to believe that Bruce had adopted two children who bore passing resemblance to him, if not fathered the pair himself.

It was Outrageous. It was Insane. It was Deliciously juicy gossip.

(Dick could have corrected them. But he actually thought Bruce trying to explain away another kid to be really, really funny.)

The papers go crazy for the idea of Bruce Wayne: Family man and suddenly all anyone wants to interview him about is his two kids! Donna and Dick!

Bruce had expected this, having been aware of Donna’s slip-up. But he didn’t refute it, because it really was a bit funny. Instead he spouts off proudly about his two kids, relaying stories of Donna growing up (which he had originally heard from Diana). It’s harmless, something to feed the papers and expand upon his Brucie Wayne persona.

After all, it’s not like he actually intends to adopt any children besides Dick.

But. . . Then there’s Jason. With his dark curls and big blue eyes who talk at length about how cool his “big sister” is. And never mentions his “big brother” except to pout at the mention of Dick Grayson’s name.

And for a while Bruce is believed to have three children.

Except after Jason, there’s Tim Drake.

Tim, who (having sustained a serious concussion) one day panicked and proclaimed a confused Conner Kent as his brother. Upping Bruce’s supposed children count to five.

Later he offhandedly mentions a Billy and Freddie. The media goes nuts with the notion that Bruce has two more sons hidden away somewhere. Seven children, six boys and one girl.

The papers sympathize with Donna’s apparent status as eldest and only daughter of Bruce Wayne.

This doesn’t last long, as soon afterwards Bruce is introducing his daughter Cassandra to the public. Shes often seen with a blonde young woman who goes by Stephanie, and the pair have tabloids speculating that Bruce has branched away from his obsession with adopting blue eyed, black haired children.

Years after that, there’s yet another young boy. With browned skin and green eyes, he looks exactly like a young Bruce Wayne with different colors. Another child to Bruce’s family. And after that, there’s Duke Thomas joining the fray.

And then one day a reporter stops a pair of boys outside of school one day and asks Damian Wayne about his friend, one Jon Kent. Wanting a story about how the children of the elite differ in terms of making friends from “normal” children. Damian scoffs at the question and asks the reporter if he’s so incompetent he can’t recognize both of Bruce Wayne’s sons.

The media goes nuts for this.

Bruce Wayne; single father to twelve kids.

Lois laughs so hard she cries that Christmas, when she opens a card from the Waynes that prominently features Bruce surrounded by not just his own children, but her brother-in-law, Connor, and her son Jon. Clark complains that Bruce is stealing his kids.

Diana frames the card. It really is a good picture, and Donna looks amazing.

[rikiflowers]

the moon is beautiful, isn't it?

Steven Grant is full of surprises and you can't wait to discover them all.

chapter 1

words: 4,889

Steven Grant/Marc Spector/Jake Lockley x female!reader (Marc and Jake appear later)

warnings: p18+ smut (oral female and male receiving), fingering, use of alcohol, virgin!Steven

You fall for him relentlessly. His smile as he guides visitors through the museum's corridors, making full use of his knowledge; his crooked smile when he has the opportunity to talk and answers all the questions from the little ones.  You've worked in many museums and met all kinds of people, but never someone who made your heart flutter like that. Hell, even you think about havings kids, when you see your coworker handling them with the outmost care. The looks you give him when he isn't looking are so uncomfortable even for you in retrospect and you spend many hours in the shower questioning your behavior. But you can't stop there. The man had you completely in his hands and he didn't even know it.

He flirted with you unknowingly, always throwing you a cheeky smile as he walked past you with his group of visitors. Every time your heart seems to stop. You haven't been here long and you feel like everyone knows about your feelings except the person they're directed at. Maybe if you just ignore it well enough they will eventually disappear. After all, you have to concentrate on a job and not indulge in any crushes. And the fact you don’t know if he’s returning the feelings to begin with. A new exhibition doesn't plan itself. Donna has also been pushing for new ideas that you still have to give her. You would get to it straight away tomorrow evening. But today your energies are in the basement. Your sleep schedule is non-existent and this is clearly evident in the deep circles under your eyes that you tried unsuccessfully to cover up with concealer. The fourth coffee today was definitely one too many as you get ready for the end of the day. You're just putting your things out of your compartment when you hear your name - from Steven's lips. You lift your head, your hair falling over your face. He's standing in the doorway and again your heart was pounding too fast for your liking. “Steven?”

He seems restless and struggles with his words. He said something that you couldn't quite understand. "I'm sorry, what?", you push out, words coming out of your mouth to sharp, but it wasn’t intended. You’rejust too nervous around him. 

He clears his throat and runs his hand through his brown curls, which you also wanted to have between your fingertips. Many deaydreams are spent about the softness of brown curls. “Excuse me, I was asking you if you had any plans after work… Maybe you would like a coffee or wine?” 

“Everything but coffee right now,” you reply fastily with a  nervous grin, showing him your shaking hand. Steven's eyes widen as he sees the trembles. Without thinking about it, he holds your hand in his and you froze at the unusual but definitely not bad contact. A tingling sensation runs through your body. Apparently he hadn't thought either and let his body act on its own. You see his ears peeking out a deep red through his beautiful curls. He lets go of your hand far too quickly. “No coffee for you in the near future,” he replied. “I can’t promise that,” you giggle, because the brown drink is your elixir of life. 

“At least for today, if you want…of course,” he assured himself, looking at you expectantly. You give him a smile. “Yes, I want to” He lets out a sigh of relief when you agree. He was really clueless about your feelings. He really thought you would refuse. At the beginning of the day you wouldn’t even have to think about this happening,m

“Let’s go, then,” he grins as he holds out his arm to you and you laugh and wrap your arm around him. The dark-haired man offers you, 

…

You fucked up. Steven looks at you like you've lost your mind. “I can’t believe it…”

“Are you now mistaken about me?” 

The brown-haired man grabbed his chest theatrically. “I have never been so disappointed as I was at that moment. How can anyone prefer the Greek gods to the Egyptian ones?”

“Guilty” Your lips go back to the third glass of wine, feeling the red juice warming you up (or it’s Steven’s presence causing it). “How can you sit here with me after I betrayed you like that?” 

“Your smile makes your betrayal a little better” 

That damn heart pounding again. “And how can I make it completely fine again?” Your leg accidentally brushes against his. You can clearly see the effect in his facial features. The corners of your mouth turn up a little further as you look at him meaningfully. He returns your gaze, but far too intensely. You're literally falling apart under him. 

“Steven?” 

Only when you speak to him does he seem to awaken from his torpor. He clears his throat, embarrassed. “Sorry…I think I had one drink too many, but I was so fascinated by the sight of you, your smile…my first thought when I get up and get ready for work is that smile.” 

You stare at him. Heat rises to your cheeks. 

He misinterprets your reaction. “I said too much again…sorry,” he tried to apologize hastily, running his hand through his brown curls. 

"I could kiss you here now, Steven." 

“I know, I just can’t keep my mouth shut- What?”

You grin again. “You already understood me” 

“Bloody hell…” His eyes keep moving back and forth between your lips and eyes. Everything inside you tingles as you think about kissing him raw, hogging his lips, running your fingers through his hair and pressing yourself against him, hearing your name fall from his lips as you-

“A penny for your thought?” 

“X-rated, my dear,” you reply breathlessly as you take the next sip. “I want to kiss you too, Steven...and have for a long time” You admire your courage and your heart flutters as Steven grins from ear to ear. God, this man was wonderful.

“Thank God we’ve already eaten”

“and the restaurant is closing soon too…” you reply conspiratorially, resting your head on your palm and batting your eyelashes inconspicuously. He sucked in a sharp breath as he leaned back slightly. “We don’t want to exhaust the staff…”

"Exactly…" 

At that moment, Steven's hand shot into the air, signaling to the waiter that you wanted the check. Of course the black-haired man insisted on paying for the meal. You let it go, but you playfully threatened him that you would pay the bill next time. 

He helped you put your coat on, his hands touching your bare skin, sending shivers down your spine and you looked over your shoulder, noticing how close he was to you. His breath brushed your cheek. His eyes became a shade darker as they traveled to your lips. You interrupt the moment, even though you would have liked to pounce on him straight away. You walk out of the restaurant together, your heart pounding in your throat and almost bursting out of your chest. 

The cool evening air hit your face. The city lights illuminated the path. People are making their way along and you realize you're in the way. You take a step back and turn to your companion, who was already looking at you. At that moment you act quickly. Your hands cup his face and your lips press against his. You immediately feel the fireworks in your stomach as Steven immediately returns the pressure of your lips, placing his hand on your neck. As if your lips were a complete puzzle; they fit each other perfectly. You sigh into the kiss. All the tension falls away as you finally got to do what you could only hope for in dreams. Steven became more urgent, running his tongue along your bottom lip and you parted your lips immediately. Your tongue meets his as the tingling in your groin grew stronger. Everything about this man captivated you. His smell, his touch. How will you ever live without it? Your thoughts were already circling around him. 

You break apart breathlessly. Steven leaned his forehead against yours as he looked at you. “Wow…” You giggled in response. Your lips curl into a smile as your hands rest on his shoulders. “Finally...” you replied, quickly kissing the tip of his nose, which made him grin. 

He sighed. “Where have you been all my life?” 

“I could ask you the same thing…” He caressed your cheek lovingly. You didn't want the night to end yet...Everything inside you was tingling and not just from the alcohol. You continued to look into each other's eyes and couldn't keep your eyes off each other. 

“Do you want to come to me for coffee or tea?” 

Without thinking twice, he nodded and gave you a gentle kiss on the lips. “You’re welcome…tea sounds good” Your lips curled into a warm smile. You call a taxi because you didn't feel like taking the train for so long. Steven carefully linked your hands together. While you waited, the handsome man stroked the back of your hand with his thumb. You can't wait to get home and wrap this man in your arms. The thought creeps up on you that maybe it happened too quickly. Maybe you caught him off guard and didn't do it because he wanted to. But then there was the gentle squeeze of his hand. “The taxi is here…” he said, snapping you out of your circling thoughts.  He helps you into the back seat before walking around the car to sit right next to you. You greet the driver and you tell the driver your address. There was some space between you and Steven, but that didn't stop the black-haired man from carefully reaching for your hand and holding it in his. His hands were warm and lay like a blanket over your cold skin. The soft light from the driver gently enveloped you as he looked at you, giving you a small smile before answering the driver. You tune out the conversation a bit, looking out the window as you stroke his hand.

…

The journey seemed to have dragged on forever when you were finally able to get out of the vehicle. You suddenly felt ice cold and Steven seemed to notice that too. He grabbed your waist and pressed you lightly against him. “Do you want my jacket?” 

You just shake your head. “We’re almost there, I can handle it…” you waved him off, chattering your teeth, which made him laugh darkly. You lead him to your apartment complex, nervousness taking over your body. You missed the lock a few times, which made you laugh nervously. His proximity didn't help you much either. The walk to the third floor to your apartment was also stressful because you had to be careful not to fall over your own feet. Why was it all so exciting? Otherwise it wasn't so bad to take someone home with you. You reached the top much too quickly and this time you will catch up more quickly. The cozy warmth of your apartment immediately welcomes you as you lead him inside. 

“Feel at home,” you say over your shoulder as you finally kick off your shoes, which are a little too tight. Steven next to you takes off his jacket, his shoes neatly next to your pumps that have been carelessly thrown into the corner. 

“Wow…that’s a lot of books,” you hear Steven next to you. You grin. Your living room acts more like a kind of library that you've worked hard to build over the years. “May I?” You nod, watching the curly-haired man euphorically examining your bookshelves. You seem to have completely forgotten the intention behind why you are in your apartment. The wetness between your legs is very present and only gets worse as you watch him nuzzle. “You really have to explain to me the background of all these little anime characters!”  You're down bad for him. It's not funny anymore. You go into the open kitchen, rummage through the bottom drawer for the good wine you've been saving for really bad times. 

“A court of thorns and roses? Sounds interesting,” you hear Steven say and you bump into the kitchen counter. You're suddenly next to him at the speed of light and, your head red, you snatch the book out of his hand. “I don’t think that’s your taste,” you stutter out, looking at his big brown eyes. 

“Oh, okay…why, if I may ask?” 

God. What have you gotten yourself into? He doesn't have to know right away that you read Faerie Porn. The wine definitely went to your head. You just give him a wry smile and he slowly seems to understand, looking at you with wide eyes as you put the book back. “Oh yeah, I think I understand” His ears turn a dark color as he avoids your gaze. God. You want him. A little too much. 

"Wine?" 

“Gladly”  

He follows you into the kitchen, sitting on one of the stools as you pour the two of you a drink. You watch his lips touch the glass and he watches you watch him. At this moment everything is happening very quickly. You don't know who will take the step first, but that's irrelevant now. Your body is pressed against the kitchen counter. Strong hands grip your waist as your fingers bury themselves in his soft curls. Warm breath hits your lips and you part them slightly, wetting them. Steven is so close to you and yet you need him even closer. 

“Darlin’… is it okay for me to finally kiss you?” Steven looks between your eyes and lips, waiting for you to back down. Never. “Fuck…please Steven,” you breathe out desperately. That is confirmation enough. Mouths crash into each other, literally devouring each other. Your tongue pushes itself between his lips, which he greets with his. Your heart jumps, your moans encourage the curly-haired man to grab his hands behind your neck and literally press you against him. Breathing heavily, you pull away from each other. Your head rests in the crook of his neck, you feel the goosebumps your warm breath causes on his skin. Steven's fingers run through your hair, kissing your head. 

“You don’t know how long I’ve wanted to do this…” 

You hum against his skin, your lips hovering over his neck. “How long?” you breathe, tracing his skin with gentle kisses. He sighs heavily, running his fingers through your strands. “I think you know that yourself, love…” Your lips curl into a smile. 

“...you just want to hear it again, right?” 

You hum in agreement, causing him to chuckle quietly to himself. Rough fingertips reach under your chin, causing you to lift your head so that you have to look into his deep brown eyes. His facial features are relaxed and gentle; the deep circles under his eyes stand out far too clearly on his skin. You carefully move over the pigmented skin. His eyes flicker briefly. Steven's fingers close around your hand, bringing it to his lips before touching each fingertip with his lips. You look at him breathlessly, feeling the tingling sensation in your fingers as his soft lips kiss them. “Love, I fell for you the moment you first walked through the doors of the museum. Your excitement and charm fascinated me from the first second.”

His open and honest words trigger a storm of emotions in you that you can't yet fully understand. You look at him with wet eyes. 

“If you want me, then I’m yours,” he adds afterwards and now you release yourself from your rigidity. “I want you Steven. I want to be yours,” you mirror his answer. He gives you the most beautiful smile before you can't hold yourself anymore and throw your arms around the unsuspecting Steven, throwing him off balance. Together you find yourself on the cold floor of your kitchen. “Steven…oh god, I’m sorry,” you mumble to yourself, stroking the back of his head and hoping he doesn’t get a bump. A gasp escapes him before he starts to laugh, which calms you down a bit. You straddle his lap, your hair tickling his face as you lean over him. What you clearly feel is his bulge pressing against your thigh. You become bold and move your hips slightly, noticing how he gasps harshly, his fingers pressing harder into your upper arm. 

“Very dangerous, what you're planning on doing…” he says, tucking the strands of hair behind your ear, which was useless because they immediately fell into his face. “Does that bother you, sir?” 

“Not in the slightest, My lady”

You move your hips again, grinding against him. A soft moan escapes Steven's lips, only making you go faster. You want to hear more. “Steven…I want to suck you off….is that okay?” 

“Oh god…are you sure?” 

“There’s nothing I want to do more than to taste you.” Just what comes out of your mouth makes the dark-haired boy whimper. "Please…" 

There it is. The magic word. You kiss him gently before getting off his lap and trying to get comfortable between his legs. You run your fingers over his probably aching erection, desperate to be released. You fiddle with the fastening of his pants, Steven helps you pull them down and you slide them off his feet. 

“Darling, wait...the ground is too hard,” he says gently, holding your shoulder. “You just smile. “I want you in my mouth now” 

“naughty girl...” he grins, which sparks fire right between your legs.  “How can I say no to that?”

Your mouth is watering when you finally pull down his shorts and his cock presses against his stomach in its full bloom. “So pretty” Before Steven can respond, you kiss the leaking tip and lick it up. The curly-haired man accidentally grabs your hair harshly, which only makes you moan against his cock.  You try to take all of him into your mouth, but it seems almost impossible. He's just too big. 

“Love...I don’t want this to be uncomfortable for you...” you hear him say softly. This only encourages you even more to take him deeper, so that his cock massages the back of your throat. You don't care. You want him to lose his mind under you. “Bloody hell...” he blurts out, making you grin before you start moving your mouth. Your saliva collects at his base, the sounds of your mouth around his cock making him throb inside you. “Darling…so good…don’t stop,” he blurts out, trying to press his hips against your face. Your fingers claw at his hips, pushing him to the ground. Your pussy leaks at the taste of his cock, his glassy eyes focused on you between his legs. His fingers run through your hair, which falls loosely over your face. “So pretty…if you could see you, love” 

You moan around his cock, going faster. You gag, but try to continue with your fast pace. You want to see him coming. Want to hear the highest notes from his velvety lips. Your fingers cup his balls. You suck on him, feeling his thighs start to shake. “Darling…I’m coming…wait” 

You keep going, wanting him to cum in your mouth. “hell…I’m coming in your mouth…” 

You finally taste his cum on your tongue and hear your name on his lips before you start swallowing everything his cock gives you. You feel some of his juice running down the corner of your mouth. You suck him dry before slowly letting go of him, his cock gently in your hands. 

Out of breath, Steven sits up, cups your face to wipe your lips, ridding you of his remains. You take his fingers and put them in your mouth, licking them clean. The curly haired man sucks in a sharp breath. He pulls his fingers out of your mouth and alternates them with his lips. You sigh into the kiss, cupping his cheeks. You smile at each other. 

“I don’t want to spoil the mood…but my ass is freezing like hell”, the pretty man exclaimes, earning a snort from you and you both heave yourself off the ice-cold floor. “And, already exhausted?” you grin at him, your hand scratching the back of his neck. He smiles, his white teeth biting his bottom lip. “Darling…you just gave me the best blowjob of my life…it would only be fair if I gave it back to you…”

The prospect alone makes your pussy throb around nothing. “If you can do that?” you wink challengingly, which only makes him raise his eyebrows. He takes up your challenge. You grab his hand, leading him to your bedroom. You push him onto the edge of the bed. “Oh you’re so lovely when you’re feisty like this,” he breathes out, looking up at you, desire reflected in his eyes. You brush your fingertips along his chin. “I have to admit...I'm a little excited,” the curly-haired man whispers, his fingertips brushing your arm that you've rested on his shoulder. “Me too…” you reply with a grin. He shakes his head, lowering his head slightly. Your gaze turns to him questioningly. “You don’t quite understand…when I said you gave me the best…you know…that was actually my first” 

Steven speaks so quietly that you almost missed it. “Oh,” is the first thing that comes out of your mouth, without really thinking about his revelation first. “Are you still a virgin?” 

His beautiful head nods. You feel bad at the moment. Have you perhaps pushed him to do something he wasn't ready for? “I know how uncomfortable this is for you…” 

“Steven,” you interrupt him gently. “Look at me.” 

He slowly lifts his head and you immediately hold him, caressing his cheeks. “Why should I be uncomfortable? I just think that if I had known that, I would have slowed down. You don’t have to be embarrassed” 

“I didn’t want to scare you,” he replies, leaning into the touch of your hand. “You can’t scare me, but I understand your thought process,” you reassure him. “Shall we cuddle?” you ask gently. “Darling…you can’t want to cuddle right now,” he replies in disbelief, making you laugh. "Why not?" Your fingers run through his dark curls again. “Because I want to know what you taste like,” he mumbles, his face bright red. This makes your heart beat faster. “Steven…” 

“May I…please?”

How could you say no to that pleading look and words? You are a whole lake down there thanks to him and he would soon discover that for himself. “Fuck okay…” you reply. Everything inside you is tense. He runs his fingers painfully slowly over the contours of your body, which were still far too covered by your clothing. “Darling, will you please take off your clothes for me and lie on the bed?” You nod quickly before literally ripping your clothes off, not avoiding his gaze. You can clearly feel how excited he is, but you can't help it. You also take off your old bra and panties. You would surprise Steven with your good underwear next time. You can't wait to see the look in his eyes when he sees you...

But now he looks at you with shining eyes as you stand completely naked in front of him. You feel like a teenager about to experience his first time. It's your first time too; with him. You close the distance to him, wanting to feel his skin under your fingertips. “Don’t you want to take off your clothes too?” Your heart is pounding even though you already had his cock between your lips. God, his dark eyes looking at you as he unzips his shirt. You see him struggling with the buttons and your fingers are quicker, fumbling around to open those annoying buttons. You're way too impatient. Your hands grasp his shoulders, pulling him onto the bed with you. Steven lets out a surprised sound as he leans over you. Finally he pulls his shirt off his shoulders and throws it on the floor. Suddenly Steven pushes his knee between your legs, rubbing it against your pussy. You gasp and claw at his back, causing a growl to escape him. “Steven…” 

“Yeah, Darling?” 

“Touch me…please” You no longer recognize the voice that says that. You've never been so desperate...

His thumb traces your bottom lip. “Show me where…” 

You reach for his hand, guiding it to your tormenting wetness between your legs. His knee on your pussy disappears, but his fingertips run over your vulva. Everything inside you convulses with anticipation. Two of his fingers tentatively move between your folds. A whimper escapes you as Steven's eyes are on you, watching the movements of your face. His lips part slightly as he moves along your pussy, slowly starting to rub your clit. Your fingers curl into the bed sheets as he explores you. His fingers on your wetness results in the slick sound, which makes you a little uncomfortable. You try to avoid his piercing gaze and close your eyes. 

Steven harshly penetrates you with a finger. You suddenly open your eyes and press your pussy against him. “Fuck...Steven...” you gasp out, spurring him to take a second finger and sink it into you harder. 

“Exactly like that?” he breathes against your open lips as he rubs his thumb over your clit and you can barely hold yourself up. You mumble unintelligible words, lifting your head to feel his lips on yours. Steven grants you the kiss, your tongues mingling together as he purposefully curls his fingers. This almost made you lose your mind. “Steven oh my God!” you practically screamed, you would definitely wake up the neighbors. “Darling….more of this…” he speaks darkly. And you give it to him with ease. YOU are way too close to your orgasm. 

“I..I’m going to cum.” 

“Love, cum for me” He kept the pace, rubbing your clit in just the right places. The climax literally hits you. Steven is there, holding you tightly in his arms while his fingers are inside you. He clearly felt your climax. Your pussy throbbed around his fingers and your name left your lips in a strangled moan. Under Seven's lascivious gaze, the waves pull you along. Your hips fell onto the mattress. He slowly pulls his fingers out of you, looking at them with fascination. Your juice glistened in the dim light and suddenly he put it in his mouth and licked it clean. This scene literally takes your breath away. With your heart still racing, you watch as Steven suddenly places himself between your legs and pushes your thighs apart. “Steven…What?” 

“I have to taste you…” he breathes darkly before he disappears his face between your legs and you have to watch helplessly as the beautiful man devours you. Your thighs automatically close around his head before he grabs the flesh of your thighs and pushes them apart again. You claw at his dark curls, making him moan against your wet pussy. His one hand reaches for your breast, kneading it while his tongue licks your folds. The smacking makes everything even more perverse. 

“Steven...I can't take it anymore...oh!”, your whimpers get louder, but Steven doesn't listen to your words, instead he sucks a clit to drive you crazy. How can he be so good? He's a virgin...That doesn't make any sense. Your thoughts are a mess that quickly disappears as the next painful orgasm approaches far too quickly. 

“I'm coming - Fuck!” you let out from your lips as everything inside you tenses and you fall onto the mattress. Steven slowly lets go of you and you lift your head, exhausted, to look at him. His lips are shiny with your juices. Your hands pull him towards you so you can press your lips to his and taste yourself. Your skin sticks to his as you start trailing kisses down his jawline and neck. You feel his hard cock pressing against your thigh.

“Steven…I thought you were a virgin?”

He looks at you with those big, gentle eyes. “I am Darling…did I do well?” 

The tingling sensation in your pussy is answer enough. A giggle escapes you. “You just gave me my second orgasm. I think that says it all, right?” 

His ears actually turn red. You run your fingers over the warmth of the shell of his ear, a gentle smile on your lips. 

“Steven…you’re beautiful.” 

He shyly places his head in the crook of your neck and gently kisses the area under which your carotid artery pulsates. “Oh darling…don't flatter me too much” 

“It’s no flattery…”, you reply softly, massaging his scalp. “I mean it” Steven buries himself against your body and you let him, feeling his heartbeat against yours, moving in the same rhythm. Oh. Oh. 

You like him a little bit too much. Words wait on your tongue, ready to be spilled out, but your mind holds them back. For now you just enjoy his warmth, lulling you slowly into a well needed sleep.

...

[kelcemenow]

Pleased To Meet You.

Pairing Travis Kelce x Reader

Words 1288

Warnings Literally nothing! This is super soft and fluffy.

Thank you to the Anon who sent this in! It's super cute and fluffy and just what I needed for a break from all of the smut! But don't worry, the smut will be back soon enough! "would you write a fic where kelce introduces reader to his parents & family 👀👀"

"I'm so nervous." You whimpered, shaking your hands in front of you in an attempt to dry your moist palms.

Travis rested his arms around your shoulders, pulling you in closer, "Baby, it's just coffee. Relax."

"It's coffee with your Mom! I know how important your family is to you, I just want her to like me."

"And they will." He pressed a warming kiss into your temple.

Your eyebrows clenched together, "Wait, what do you mean by 'they'?"

Travis took hold of your hand and walked a little faster, heading towards the coffee shop door, "Nothing, come on. Mom'll be here in a minute."

The heated air of the coffee shop washed over you and your hands instantly clammed up again. You wiped your palms against your sweater, silently scolding yourself for wearing something so warm. Looking around, you took a deep breath to try and calm yourself. The room was bright and welcoming, with soft leather sofas scattered around and old and black and white movie stills adorning the walls.

"What do you want, sweetie?" Travis asked over his shoulder to you.

"A vanilla latte...and an espresso."

He narrowed his eyes.

"What? I need the energy!" You shrugged.

Travis beamed a smile and you turned on your heels, noticing a cosy area in the corner of the room surrounded by hanging plants and warm lighting. As you walked towards it, you passed various groups of people; a smartly dressed man typing on his laptop, a trio of girls sipping iced coffees and giggling, an older couple sharing a blueberry muffin. You reached the corner, your fingers dancing across the top of the deep orange armchair when Travis appeared with your two coffees and a large cinnamon roll.

"Aww thank you baby! My favourite!" You cooed as you took hold of the plate.

Travis rocked back on his heel awkwardly, "Yeah, I got it so you would remember what a great guy I am."

"What does that mean?" You questioned.

Just then, the bell above the door rang and you glanced over to the entrance to see Donna, Travis' Mom walking over to you, a wide smile on her face. You stood up, smoothing down your skirt and running a hand through your hair.

"Hello hello hello!" Donna sang out.

"Hey Momma!" Travis called, walking towards her with his arms out-stretched.

Donna waved him away, her focus solely on you, "You can wait! I wanna meet this beauty first!" She grabbed onto your hands and looked you up and down, "Travvy, how did you get a girl like this?"

You giggled, "Pleased to meet you, Mrs Kelce."

Donna's eyes widened, "And polite too! Honestly sweetie, Donna is absolutely fine, but I appreciate it."

She pulled you in for a tight hug and you instantly relaxed.

"Uh...hello?"

Donna smiled as she turned around, "Oh stop your whining, how many times have you brought a girl home?" She laughed and buried her face in his chest, his large arms wrapped around her.

You loved seeing this side of Travis. He had made it clear that his family were incredibly important to him, and that he loved his Mom more than anything in the world. But to see him interact with her was special.

"Can I get you a coffee?" Travis said, still holding his Mom close.

"Oh, I thought you'd never ask! Just a cappuccino for me please." She let go of her 6 foot 5 inched son and stepped towards you, sitting down on the sofa.

You followed and sat next to her, her sweet perfume filling your nostrils and calming you further. She grabbed at your hands, smiling warmly.

"It really is so good to meet you, Travis has told me a lot about you."

You blushed slightly, "He's told me so much about you too, I feel like I know you already!"

"He's a good boy." She looked over to the coffee counter where Travis was waiting, "When he moved to Missouri a couple of years ago I was worried, of course, as any Mom would be. But he seems to have settled well. And now he's a got a good woman to keep him right."

You winked, "I'll try my best!"

"So, how long have you been dating?"

"It's a been a couple of months, so still really early days but it's going really well. He's a good guy."

Donna squeezed her shoulders upwards in elation, "I am so happy for the both of you!"

Your cheeks flushed again, Donna's warmth radiating to you. You looked up and watched as Travis waited patiently in the queue, occasionally glancing over to you and smiling so broad that his eyes disappeared into slits. You felt a strong flutter in the pit of your stomach, but this time it wasn't nerves, it was sheer happiness.

You chatted more with Donna, talking about your work, your family and your relationship so far when Travis finally arrived back with the cappuccino. His cell phone beeped in his pocket and when he checked it, his face subtly lit up. You narrowed your eyes, watching as he looked back towards the door.

"Is everything okay?" You asked.

Travis smiled and picked up his mug, "Sure." He glanced back at the door before turning to look at Donna, a sly grin forming on both of their lips.

"Okay, what's going on?"

Before either of them had chance to answer, the coffee shop door swung open and a large, bearded man walked in with a dark blonde haired woman in tow. His eyes were fully focused on Travis and they were heading straight for you. You shifted in your seat as another man followed, he was older and had white hair on his head and chin. Donna squeezed your hands whilst Travis gave you a guilty look.

"Heyyyyyy!" The first man shouted, grabbing Travis and slapping his back.

"Y/N, this is my brother Jason, his girlfriend Kylie and my Dad Ed."

You swallowed hard, your eyebrows raised, "Wow, I wasn't expecting to meet everyone at once!"

Travis laughed, "Hence the cinnamon roll. You're not mad are you?"

"No no!" You smiled, "This is awesome! It's so nice to meet you all." You quickly rose to your feet and greeted each of them with a warm embrace.

"Well, we thought whilst everyone was in town." Ed said as he pulled you closer.

Kylie moved around the table to sit with you and Donna, "Don't worry Y/N, I got the ambush too when me and Jason started dating. It's nice not to be the new girl anymore!"

You laughed, "Well, you're welcome! How long have you two been together?"

Kylie rested back on the sofa, "Around 6 months, so it's still fresh."

"You two can hold each others hands through the madness of dating a Kelce!" Donna quipped.

Jason's mouth dropped open in mock offense, "I heard that, Mom."

"I hope Travis is treating you well, Y/N." Ed smiled, "Speaking of which, how did Travis get a lovely girl like you to go out with him?"

"Damn...why does everyone keep saying that?" Travis asked, his hands in the air.

Donna sipped her coffee, struggling to keep herself from laughing. You pouted your lips to Travis, giggling under your breath. Jason covered his in an attempt to muffle his loud howl.

"It's a little cramped here with all of us now." Donna finished the rest of her coffee before standing up, "How about a big family barbeque at Mom's?"

"I heard that!" Ed shouted, slapping his stomach.

Travis looked over the table at you, his head titled and his eyebrows raised, "How about it?"

The familiar stomach flutter came back, stronger this time, "I would love to."

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I did this one a little different and set it somewhere around 2015, when Jason and Kylie first started dating, and Travis wasn't the big superstar that he is now. This was very cute to write as they seem like such an amazing family so I didn't struggle at all! To be on my Taglist, just let me know!

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[lecsainz]

if you can make one with Travis Kelce and reader where they have a baby and reader goes into labor with the baby

ITS TIME

˒ ⌕ masterlist . . .

parings: travis kelce x wife!reader

summary: that one where you're pregnant and it's time to meet your little one.

an: I went with Travis and Y/N having a five-year-old kid. I know you asked for a baby, but I wasn't sure how to do it and I just loved how the story evolved, so I didn't have the heart to change it. Hope you like it.

type: fluff ಇ

It was a typical morning, much like many others during your pregnancy. You got up and watched your husband sleeping as you searched for your slippers to head downstairs and start making breakfast for the family, despite Travis's wishes.

Travis didn't want you to exert yourself during the pregnancy – it was the same during Aiden's and now during Ivy's.

You were beating some eggs when you heard the little steps of Aiden coming down the stairs.

"Mommy! Is today the day?" the little one asked excitedly, hugging your leg. Ever since Aiden overheard your conversation with Donna that Ivy would arrive by the end of December, he became super protective of you.

"Not yet," you said with a smile, bending down to pick up the 5-year-old.

"She's taking too long," he pouted, running his hand over your belly. "Daddy promised she'd come faster." That made you laugh, earning a scowl from your son.

"I think it's time for Daddy to wake up, don't you think?" You innocently asked Aiden.

And you watched the little one run upstairs to wake up his father.

While you were setting the coffee table, you were surprised by a pair of muscular arms hugging you from behind and a kiss on your neck from your husband.

"Good morning, dear," Travis said with a huge smile.

"Good morning, Mr. Kelce." You turned and gave him a brief kiss on the lips, receiving an "Eww" from Aiden, making both of you laugh.

The rest of the day flew by; Travis had training with the Chiefs, so you spent the afternoon playing with Aiden, who bombarded you with questions about his sister.

As soon as the clock struck six, you decided it was time to prepare dinner, but the moment you got up from the carpet where you were building Legos with Aiden, you felt liquid running down your leg.

"Mommy? Did you pee?" Aiden looked curious.

And before you could respond, you heard the garage gate opening by Travis. "Honey, I'm home!" He shouted from the garage.

"I think it's time," you told him as he walked through the kitchen door.

"Time for what?" He looked at you, clearly not understanding.

"Mommy peed," Aiden said excitedly as if sharing a secret.

"OH MY GOD, IT'S TIME!" Travis realized and started panicking. "SHOULD I CALL YOUR PARENTS? OR MINE? I NEED TO TAKE YOU TO THE HOSPITAL!" Travis began frantically searching for the phone.

You found his hysteria amusing. "Travis, your phone is in your pocket," you approached and touched his shoulder. "Everything will be fine. We've done this once, and we'll manage again," you reassured calmly.

"Oh, dear, how are you so calm?" He asked, laughing.

"I'll get Ivy's bag," you said as you headed to the adjacent office. "Call your parents to stay with Aiden at the hospital!" You yelled to Travis.

"Can I bring my Legos?" Aiden asked, holding the plastic pieces, and when Travis called his mom. "Of course, buddy."

"Is Ivy coming?" Aiden ran after you to ask. "I think she already senses that you're getting ready to be an official big brother, sweetheart," you replied to him. "Ivy is coming!" Aiden ran off excitedly.

"Are we ready?" Travis asked as he helped you to the car, despite the small delay caused by your disagreement – him wanting to carry you to the car and you preferring to walk to dilate faster. "More than ever," you said, giving your husband a kiss.

[bullet-prooflove]

Hello!

From Donna’s Wednesday Radio Show Prompt List #3, 19) It's the way you smile, baby, please 😊

Also, I have a question about the rule "you can send as many asks as you want within reason", how many would you say is within reason? 😅

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Sebastian is seven weeks old when Terry sees him smile. He’s lying on his stomach, face to face with his son, his body half on the playmat when Sebastian reaches out with his tiny palm and pats his face. Terry clasps his hand to his lips, blowing a raspberry across his minute digits and that’s when it happens, his son’s lovely little features light and it feels like the Fourth of July is exploding in his chest.

“Georgia.” He whisper-shouts as you sit reading on the couch. “Georgia, he’s smiling!”

You’re down on the floor on the floor in an instant, your body pressed alongside Terry’s as he blows another raspberry across the baby’s fingertips. His lips purse together again into a smile and you can’t help but smile too.

“Well done my boy.” Terry whispers, kissing each one of Sebastian’s fingertips. “Well done my beautiful baby boy.”

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[cr33pz-mck3nna]

Could I request Lady D x Maid!reader where Alcina enjoys rewarding/embarrassing reader with a bunch of lipstick kisses whenever they do a good job/mess up?

Sugar Wine Kisses

Pairing: Lady Alcina Dimitrescu x Maid!reader(Ft: slight Jealous Heisenberg bcs I love me a jealous Heisenberg-)

(I love this request istg- but bcs gender wasn't specified this is GN!reader, I hope u don't mind!)

Some little backstory headcanons leading up to the main stuff from the request and a little fluff blurb

Warnings: Mentions of blood, death, kinda ooc?, dead bodies, explosions, resident evil village in itself is a warning-

• You first belonged to Heisenberg, as a friend of the Winters family Mother Miranda found you too useful to dispose of

• Heisenberg liked to take you to Miranda's meetings, that would be how Lady D met you

• She took an intruige to you mainly for your personality, you were the only one of Heisenberg's assistants who had the audacity to yell back at his antics, Lady D liked you for that and so you got along fast

• It was when Heisenberg blew up half his factory, and almost you in it, that Lady D knew it was time to step in

• When you arrived at Castle Dimitrescu you were IMMEDIATELY swarmed by the Dimitrescu girls asking you questions

• It's been two and a half years since Lady D moved you in, she had quickly made it clear you were to be treated differently from all the other slavesservants, you were always asked to sit in on Dimitrescu family dinners(you no longer have a reaction to dead bodies to say the least) and the many grand galas Alcina hosts and you were placed in a bedroom directly connected to the master bedroom

• Lady D LOVES dressing you, never once were you wearing the same clothes as the other servants except for the day you arrived, you were called to bring tea to her in a meeting with Donna(+Angie) and the moment you walked in you could just FEEL the sheer horror coming from Alcina- "WHAT...are you wearing. Never dress like this in my sight again." But when it was just the two of you...."Oh Sugar, do not wear such lowly clothes, you are better than that! No more lowering yourself to such a level, now try this on, it suits your complexion MUCH better!"

• If Lady D and Heisenberg had a bad relationship before then HAHA WHOOO BOY UR IN FOR ONE HELL OF A RIDE- Heisenberg will never admit it but you were the best assistant he had ever had, so when Alcina convinced Miranda that you weren't safe with him it was almost as if saying no to Veruca Salt and something snapped. Whenever Heisenberg shows up at the castle he always makes snide remarks to the Dimitrescu girls about how their mother "stole" you and how he should "return the favor" and "snatch up one of her pretty girls", he especially loves flirting with Cassandra(the most lovesick of the three) but he isn't the only one playing the mindgames as Alcina just LOVES to dress you up in your finest clothes when she hears Heisenberg will be there and parade you around like a prized dog

• You are to Alcina pretty much what Angie is to Donna, meaning you are always at her side including at the Lord's meetings with Miranda, at this point you are basically one of the lords via being an extension of Alcina and since Alcina is pretty much known to be Miranda's favorite you have had many interactions with her. During a particularly...loud meeting you were being very calm and quiet, listening intentively to Miranda's words as best as you could through all the screaming which led to this exact interaction- "SILENCE. Now can anyone tell me what I just said?" and you immediately repeated her words word for word "Wonderful human, now this is why you are my favorite"...I think you can guess what happened after that-

• The biggest shippers of you and Lady D are her daughters ofc! Around the half a year mark since you had started living there Cassandra confronted her mother, Cass being the most knowledgeable in love(she loves romance novels) told her mother to try rewarding you with a kiss to see your reaction, which did not disappoint-

• Having been working for Heisenberg for god knows how long before Alcina took you in meant that you haven't felt flesh on flesh contact in QUITE awhile leading to MAJOR touch starvation so when you finished cleaning the floors particularly quick one day and Lady D rewarded you with a kiss on the head let's just say you started...malfunctioning?- leading to her sending her daughters to kidnap a human from the village to come explain what tf was wrong with you

• Once she finds out what happened to you, and that it's not a bad thing, you can bet she does it SO OFTEN, she loves rewarding you with kisses, and cuddles if you officially get together, but she ESPECIALLY loves randomly kissing you for no reason, head, cheek, lips, she loves how red your face gets, almost blending in with the red lipstick marks, and the little squeaky sounds you make! Miranda meeting? Peck! A particularly big party? Peck! You're busy? Peck for the road! You're finally going to bed? Peck, peck, peck! No matter where, if you're there you will most likely get a kiss.

• It takes you SO LONG to wipe off all the kiss marks, ofc her lipstick had to be semi permanent, and once you finally get them off she's already putting new ones so you just stopped removing them after awhile, if you have to be around people you'll just put on some of Alcina's makeup over it

• One thing about Alcina is she lovessss her wine, but she also loves you, so I hope you like wine because this woman loves taking you into her winery and having little taste testing dates. The only catch? Why you taste them from her lips of course silly! She isn't going to be pouring two glasses Now, and she doesn't know your alcohol tolerance, so she takes a sip and gives you a kiss, sometimes with a bit of wine still in her mouth that she slips into yours, and by the time you come back from simpville she's already bombarding you with eager questions on the flavor, the intensity, would you like more?

Today was a long day already, you did NOT need another one of Alcina's spontaneous galas at the moment but you still put yourself together all nice for her. You felt you owed Lady D your life, and considering you used to work for Heisenberg...you probably did- so the least you could do was put on your best clothes and biggest fake smile for her.

You walked in and were immediately greeted by the loud and somewhat annoying cackling that you recognized all too well to be a quite drunk Heisenberg ranting off about his latest project. You groan and sigh at the spectacle that was your former boss before a large yet gentle hand grazes your back. "Sugar! I haven't seen you all day! How have you been?" Alcina smiles down at you as you smile tiredly up at her before she quite literally smothers you in kisses, picking you up almost crushingly in her strong arms and carrying you away to her table, eagerly rehashing her day as you two leave a seething Heisenberg watching from the corner.

Relationship archetype:

Jessica Rabbit X Roger Rabbit

Tall, stunning woman with a seductive allure and is stereotyped a player but loves her tiny partner to death X Tiny partner who doesn't know how they scored THAT but is SO not complaining

[marvelmaniac715]

I was watching ‘The Well’ the other day with my mum, and she asked the rather scornful question of “what is it with this touchy-feely Doctor?” That got me thinking, so here’s my answer. On the spot, I told her “I think he’s trying to heal himself”, and since then I’ve thought about my response and I think I’ve worked out the Doctor’s current mental state.

Prior to this current incarnation, the Doctor rarely stopped, always running and trying to stop monsters, and though he had many close friends, he wasn’t always as affectionate with them. Either because there wasn’t any time, or because he was afraid that he’d do something wrong or grieve if he got too close or revealed too many vulnerable truths. Just look at what happened between the Doctor and the Master back when they were kids. Look at what happened to River Song. He didn’t think that he could fully trust himself around the people he cared about because his time with them would always end, inevitably.

But then, he bi-generated, to stay with Donna - a person who he thought he’d lost forever. For once, he wasn’t allowed to run, he just had to stay with his family and process everything he’d experienced. I’m sure he grieved, I’m sure he remembered every single death, every defeat, every time he couldn’t save someone, but beyond that sorrow there was hope, and a chance for more open communication. He’d already seen his next incarnation, who seemed so happy and fulfilled, finally coping with the ghosts of their past, so he had a glimpse of a bright future where he’d maybe be okay.

Now we have the Fifteenth Doctor. He tells Ruby his origins as soon as she asks - he probably doesn’t see the point of keeping that sort of secret anymore - he tells the Space Babies about his status as a foundling, because he’s finally been able to fully process that trauma, and he’s offering more hugs to his companions because even though he’s much more cheerful, he’ll never know what day will be the last time he’ll get to interact with his loved ones. Hence his ‘touchy-feely’ nature, and his crying does make a lot of sense in my opinion - he lets himself feel the negative emotions he’s always suppressed, finally taking his own words (or, rather, Clara Oswald’s words - we love a haunting-the-narrative queen) to heart - fear is a superpower, it “makes companions of us all”. That’s why I love Ncuti Gatwa’s Doctor so much, as a person who has also had to process and heal from trauma in my past, becoming a much happier person as a result. Sure, he still has plenty of inner darkness and secrets, but his personal growth is truly beautiful in my opinion.

[muffinsin]

🎃 A Halloween to remember 🎃

Sub! Bela Dimitrescu x Dom! Donna Beneviento

[ Tags : Mommy kink, orgasm control, praise kink, sex in public and semi-public spaces, costumes]

Donna and Bela have some fun before- and during-Alcina's Halloween celebration!

Masterlists

╰┈➤ A part of the Happy Halloween collection, the other parts in this collection being Cassandra x an OC found here and Daniela x OC x OC found here

One more day!🙌 Cassandra’s bit is coming tomorrow👻

Bela glanced at her lover as she held her hand out, a white fabric in it. “Don’t you think it’s a little infantile to dress up, draga?”, she questioned, but took the garment nonetheless.

Donna merely smiled at her, eying the garment now held by the blonde. The woman placed a hand at Bela’s back, gently guiding the woman to the long mirror by the wall of her workshop. Golden eyes found hers immediately, full of love. Donna’s darker eye found hers as well before it flickered back down to the costume she had crafted for her darling.

”Your mother is hosting a Halloween party. It would be rude to attend without costumes, doll. I’m sure your sisters are going to dress up as well”, Donna answered easily. “Besides-“, she added, her voice dripping lower. Bela bit her lip at this, all too familiar with the voice. “- I have a feeling you will like your costume, doll”

And like it she did, truly. Bela blushed bright red as she finally tried the costume on in her room, Donna’s eye set on her.

The corset was tight and the dress exposed some of her cleavage, yet what really got to her was the slight change of fabric in certain…areas.

The blonde bit her lip to stifle a noise when she turned around and the dress rubbed against her bare nipples. The fabric was rougher around them, a sharp contrast to the soft fabric hugging her. An intentional change, she imagined.

The matching panties were the same, soft and delicate, yet a rough patch right where her clit was, rubbing against her every move. Donna truly did know what she was doing, and it seemed the skilled seamstress took no pity on her sensitive lover.

”Do you like it, doll?”, Donna cooed. Her hands came to rest on Bela’s hips, delicate and trained fingers finding the string of the corset and tugging just as the blonde was about to give an answer. “Ye-Aah! Yes, Donna”, Bela answered. Her hands shot to the front of the corset automatically as it was tightened.

The costume itself, aside from its obvious, yet hidden features, was breathtaking. Pale in color and yet complimenting Bela’s own, pale skin, soft and beautiful. The woman looked almost as though she was out of one of the many fantasy romance books her sister loved to read, a princess come to life.

The blonde looked oddly innocent in the white-ish garment, without the blood smeared around her chin and lips and with her hair looking almost golden in the light of her room’s chandelier.

”We have a few hours before the celebration”, Donna whispered, skilled hands traveling across her lover’s body. Bela whimpered as her breast was cupped through the dress. “And I have this terrible yearning, doll”, she added. Bela bit her lip and leaned back, her back against the doll maker’s front, her head resting on the woman’s shoulder. Immediately she felt Donna’s lips on her exposed neck. She moaned loudly at the surprisingly bite that followed, so that the other woman promptly pushed a hand over her mouth.

”Will you be quiet for me, doll, or must I gag you?”, Donna asked lowly. She squirmed already, her hips twitching and grinding against the air, blushing and moaning as the action merely caused the panties to tease her clit.

”Mghmmm”, she moaned at another squeeze of her breast. The dollmaker truly knew how to work her hands, and Bela never failed to stand amazed at how well the brunette knew her body. Donna was able to bring the sensitive blonde to the edge in mere minutes if she chose to.

”Good girl”

The blonde whimpered and felt the familiar ache between her legs. She was sure she was growing wet already

Upon being released, she felt the corset being undone and almost whimpered as the dress was taken off her again, leaving her aching clit without its touch.

Noticing this, the lady of the mountain and waterfall was quick to press her palm into Bela’s cheek, shushing her needy lover. “Don’t fret, we’ll let you wear it later, doll. But we can’t risk you dirtying it before the party now, can we?”, She cooed.

Bela moaned as her bare breasts were cupped and nipples were pulled. “We both know you tend to make messes with your needy cunt, after all”

She bit her lip as she watched her lover nearly fold the dress and store it away for later, and smirked when the woman instead walked towards the drawer close to the blonde’s bed. “Come here, darling”

The blonde did not have to be told twice, quickly returning to her lover’s side, shivering as the chill air of the room hit her bare body. She was sure she would not be feeling chilly for long.

The woman squirmed slightly as the drawer was opened and Donna traced her fingertip over various toys, humming occasionally. She knew she teased the blonde, but could she truly be blamed, when Bela was simply so precious to tease?

The blonde bit her lip as Donna pulled out a vibrating clit clip, her legs instinctively pressing together.

“Kneel, sweet girl”, Donna said, her voice low and erotic and enough for the Dimitrescu to follow the command and drop to her knees. She felt wetness between her legs as she was praised for this and her good posture. “Now hold your hands out while Mommy makes her selection”, Donna ordered calmly. Again, Bela obeyed, her hands held out and cupping the clamp as it was dropped in them.

She could not see the toys from her kneeling position, merely peeking up at her lover whenever she moved even slightly.

”Good girl, stay still for me”

Bela bit her lip and blushed slightly again as another toy was put in her palms, a black strap of large size.

Upon looking at the toy, she remembered the many times it had been used on her, whether their first try when Bela was brought to orgasm after orgasm until she nearly passed out, her balance was tested when the dollmaker rammed the strap in and out of her while pressing her up against her workshop’s wall, or the numerous times the woman wore it under clothing and flustered her girlfriend once she sat on her lap and realized this. Bela smiled shyly, thinking of the many times this led to Donna’s hands on her hips as she moved on her lap, riding the strap with bouncing breasts and breathless moans and gasps.

She blinked and blushed even harder as the brunette gripped her chin, tilting her head up so she would face the older woman. “Where did my little doll go?”, she asked, recognizing the look in Bela’s eyes. She knew her darling would not last much longer before she whimpered and begged for Donna or started grinding herself against whatever was offered to her.

”The strap, Mommy”, Bela whispered obediently.

She smiled at Donna’s chuckle and squirmed slightly as the woman turned back to searching the drawer. The blonde watched as more items were dropped in her palms, among them red nipple clamps connected by a thin, red chain, as well as a medium sized butt plug sporting a heart-shaped, red jewel at the end.

Bela bit her lip when the older woman pulled a ball gag from the drawer, black and large, and opened up her mouth eagerly when she was commanded to.

”Good girl, I see you’re behaving exceptionally well today, Bela”, Donna cooed. The blonde woman moaned as the gag was placed between her lips, stretching her mouth open as the dollmaker fixed it at the back of her head.

She blushed when the other woman tapped the toy, muttering something of how adorable her lover looked like this.

She next saw Donna retrieve a shirt piece of dark red rope, her wrists already pushing together in front of her. “Good girl, you know your place”, Donna praised, wrapping the rope around the woman and tying her hands together.

The blonde still held onto the toys dropped in her hand. Her eyes widened slightly as Donna pulled lube and a rather new toy from the drawer, a large and especially long, pink dildo with a suction function at the bottom. They had only used it once before, and Bela pressed her thighs together as she recalled the stretch it had caused her, how she felt torn in two by the toy and how shaky her legs had been for a good hour.

“Follow me, sweet girl”, Donna cooed, a hand on Bela’s elbow to help the woman stand. She followed eagerly, until she was gently pushed to her knees again right in front of the bed. Donna sat on it comfortably, a dark eye set on the Dimitrescu.

”Spread your legs for me, doll”

The woman did so with gusto, blushing and making a quiet sound at the back of her throat upon exposing her wet cunt to her lover. She had barely been touched and was throughly soaked already.

Bela squirmed when the nipple clamps were put on her, moaning and whimpering as her sensitive buds were squeezed. “Mghmm!”, she moaned when the chain was tugged gently, her hips rolling and back arching as she attempted to follow the movement.

Next the clit clamp was put on her, trapping the small bud. The fly woman shivered, expecting the pleasure. And yet when Donna turned the little toy on, Bela felt unprepared. Her thighs clenched together and her back arched, tongue pressed up against the gag as she whimpered and mewled for her lover. A nudge of Donna’s leg against her thigh had her spread them again, albeit a little shakily.

”I see you’re already enjoying your favorite toy, Bela”, Donna cooed. “You’ve been such a good doll for me, I’m going to let you keep that for a long time today”, she promised, watching first the relief and excitement in Bela’s eyes, then the shock upon the realization of what the words truly meant.

Bela’s gasps and whimpers fell on deaf ears as the vibrator kept buzzing happily against her most sensitive spot. After mere seconds the blonde felt close and on edge already, hips bucking and thighs quivering. She forced herself not to cum yet, instead did her best to focus on the other woman.

Donna smiled to herself as she heard Bela’s desperate noises and reactions to the toy tormenting her sensitive clit. She stroked her hands alongside the long dildo, then squirted some lube on top of it. Bela’s eyes were wide as she watched, expecting Donna to push it inside herself. Instead, golden eyes widened when Donna placed the toy just in front of Bela’s dripping cunt.

”Now, wreck yourself for me, Bela”

She whimpered and blushed helplessly, tied hands rubbing against one another as she scooted forwards and sunk down on the toy. Her moans muffled, she rode the toy slowly, shivering as the mere tip caused her so much pleasure already. The woman watched as Donna too undressed, setting aside the black garments and spreading her legs for her blonde lover. The fly mutant growled momentarily, displeased at the large gag in her mouth preventing her from leaning forwards and tasting the other woman’s core.

She whimpered as Donna pushed her fingers inside herself, blushing slightly and using her foot to push down on Bela’s thigh. The blonde woman whined and moaned, sinking down lower on the pink toy. It was halfway inside of her and already filled her perfectly. She thrust her hips forwards shakily, moaning and grinding on the toy. “Mgnmmm, ‘onna!”, she moaned loudly behind the gag.

The blonde shivered as this kept on for a few minutes, her muffled moans increasing in volume and frequency, her cunt so wet, her own wetness drooled down the dildo. She had not yet dared push down more, avoiding the stretch it would surely cause her relatively tight hole. She cursed her own unnatural, cadou-induced healing abilities at times, which had her holes simply heal after a stretch and cause her to be tight and ready for the next one. Donna, however, took great pleasure in this, as Bela knew. She noticed the smirk on the doll maker’s face whenever she noticed Bela was tighter again and about to writhe around her fingers yet again.

Wet fingers were wiped against Bela’s cheek, just close enough to her nose for the predatory woman to smell the arousal that stuck to them- Donna’s arousal. She whimpered pathetically, as if begging the dollmaker to remove the gag. She smelled so well and her cunt glistened with wetness as she fingered it. Bela yearned to dive forwards and lick it. She knew she could bring her lover so much pleasure with her tongue!

Instead, her hair was tucked behind her ear and Donna smiled at her. “You will cum today, sweet flower”, she spoke lowly. “Do not wait for my permission, Bela, I give it to you now for the rest of this day and night”, Donna cooed. The blonde would normally beam at this, thanking her lover and embracing the bliss of her orgasms. But she had her lover figured out, and whimpered at the mere thought of how many orgasms she would be put through until they would finally head down to the main hall for her mother’s celebration. She had nearly forgotten about that.

Alas, no matter how hard the poor woman attempted to hold back, the vibrating clamp and dildo paired with the constant pressure of the nipple clamps left her no choice but to cum only shortly after, her body shaking and thighs quivering, the vibrator turned down a little, yet still buzzing away at her pink clit. Bela moaned and gasped, feeling her own, creamy cum run down the dildo.

It seemed, however, this was when Donna lost her patience regarding the toy.

“Mghm! MGHMMM!”, Bela shrieked around the gag as her shoulders were grabbed and she was pushed down, made to ride the toy properly and take it all the way inside her needy cunt. It went inside easily enough due to the lube and her creamy pussy, yet stretched her wide and made the woman arch her back. She swore she felt the toy inside her lower stomach, the way she was sure she at times felt Donna’s strap so deep in her, she thought it rearranged her guts.

”Good- girl”, Donna moaned, her fingers returning to her hot core. Bela moaned and squirmed to beautifully for her, loud despite of the gag and sensitive all because of her lover’s treatment. Her hips dragged upwards as she straddled and rode the long toy, her thighs shaking. Bela whimpered as she was forced to watch her lover finger herself right in front of her, unable to touch her.

She screamed into the ball gag as her nipples were teased and the vibrator felt even more intense, her eyes pressing shut as she attempted to stop herself from a second orgasm already. Her cunt felt so full and good, stretched and warm and so wet. “Mmmnmm!”, she moaned, shivering and resting her chin on the brunette’s knee. She looked up at Donna with lidded eyes, struggling to keep them open as she was handed pleasure. “Keep riding it, doll, I’m so close”, Donna gasped.

The blonde kept up her movements, toes curling as she felt right on the edge. The toy felt so good inside of her, her clit so needy and warm against the vibrating clamp. She moaned helplessly as, after mere moments, Donna came, moaning and biting her lip to stifle her own loud noises.

Her hand jerked forwards, seemingly without meaning to, and the blonde screamed into the gag as the chain was yanked, tearing yet another orgasm from her. Her chest heaved as she struggled to breathe through her nose, legs shaking as she sunk down completely on the dildo inside of her. She squirmed helplessly at the vibrator’s continued assault, whimpering and gasping helplessly. She gasped for air when the gag was pulled from her mouth and moaned when Donna pushed her own, wet fingers in her mouth instead, granting Bela- at last- the taste she yearned to have.

Her hips thrust upwards as she sucked the fingers clean one by one, first the index and middle finger, then Donna’s ring finger, eventually the thumb she had used to rub her clit. Bela had not realized when she became this riled up, until she felt nearly overstimulated, another orgasm well on the way due to the toy being ridden and the vibrator teasing her.

When Donna slipped her fingers out her mouth, the breathless blonde did not hesitate to beg, whimpering and moaning, attempting to beg her dominant lover to allow her to stop cumming. Donna chuckled darkly at this, a dangerous glint in her eyes that never failed to arouse Bela even more.

”But flower, did you not only yesterday beg Mommy to let you cum?”, She cooed. Bela squirmed, moaning as she rode the toy and mewling at the memory of her on the bed, edged for hours by the new vibrating dildo Donna had tried on her, begging her lover over and over and over again to let her cum already.

”No, I do not think so, doll. You will cum until I allow you to stop”, She cooed, gentle fingers cupping Bela’s face as the blonde’s eyes rolled back and she slurred words and phrases even Bela didn’t understand.

”Good girl, such a good little slut, give me another one”, Donna said, chuckling lowly and quietly as Bela’s back arched again. She made sure to cover her submissive’s mouth with her hands as she came, screaming and moaning. She had no doubts Alcina Dimitrescu would all but eagerly cut off her head if she was to hear the fellow lady of the village inflict such pleasure on her precious eldest daughter.

Bela cried tears of overstimulation as she came, whimpering and gasping when the doll maker at last removed the clamp from her sore and bright red clit. Her legs felt heavy as she was pulled on the woman’s lap, her bottom sticking out for the brunette. Bela gasped and tried to catch her breath, inner thighs wet. She frowned when Donna picked up the soaked dildo, then shrieked as its tip was thrust inside her mouth. “Don’t you think you’re done yet, my dear”, the doll maker cooed, thrusting the toy slowly inside her gagging girlfriend’s mouth. She stroked away the woman’s tears gently before leaning down and taking the woman’s hand in hers. Bela squeezed it reassuringly, promising that despite the ache between her legs and the tears of overwhelming pleasure, she was alright and wished to continue.

It had always been like that between the two, with Donna taking good, often tender and sometimes rough care of the blonde, and the Dimitrescu in turn reassuring the other woman by squeezing her hand in such moments.

The blonde gagged and moaned helplessly, her hand let go of as Donna instead dragged hers back. Bela whimpered when she felt it between her legs, skilled fingers sliding teasingly between her soaked folds. She jumped when her sore clit was tapped and moaned around the dildo as it was pushed deeper in her mouth. She had to admit, her own cream on it tasted divine.

She groaned around the toy as she felt two of Donna’s fingers pushing inside her cunt, easily finding the rough, sensitive spot inside of her and targeting it. She squirmed on her lap and whimpered helplessly, cum and spit drooling down her chin as she throated the wet toy, back arching the harder Donna worked her fingers between her legs.

”You feel so good for me, Bela”

”Such a soft cunt”

”Does that feel good, doll?”

”Good girl, keep throating it, Bela”

The blonde grew needier and needier with every over her lover’s statements, reduced to a moaning, whining, squirming thing over her lap, cunt soaked and nipples so hard under the clamps, chin full of drool rather than blood and gagging on the large dildo as it was pushed down her throat.

She shrieked as the skilled woman’s fingers curled inside of her and she saw stars. She arched her back, whimpering as another orgasm approached. “Mghm! Mhmm!”, she begged, gagging and moaning around the wet toy. Donna merely pushed it in and out of her mouth at a faster tempo.

“Good girl, Bela, that’s it”, she cooed when the younger woman came with another scream, her hand thrusting slowly to help her lover ride out the orgasm before she pulled her hand out of the woman’s warm core. Bela watched through barely open eyes as her lover licked each and every wet finger, humming as she did so. She blushed at the sweet image.

Gasping for breath when the toy was removed from her mouth, Bela was relieved when the other woman threw it to the far end of the bed. She crossed her legs at the ache between them caused by the many orgasms and the stretch caused by the toy. Her legs felt heavy and shaky and she didn’t doubt she’d have trouble walking if she attempted to stand up at that moment.

She watched as Donna raised her arm, checking the time on her clock. They had a good hour left until they needed to head downstairs. She smirked down at her sore lover, hands finding Bela’s body yet again. The woman moaned softly as her behind was squeezed and shrieked in surprise as she was tugged off the comfortable lap and moved to the bed. “On your hands and knees, little fly”, Donna commanded.

Bela did so eagerly once she saw her lover move to grab the strap, her hips even moving and her ass shaking at Donna invitingly. She giggled at her lover when the toy was thrust between her wet southern lips, yet her grin turned into a gasp as the vibrating clamp was yet again put on her clit, her cheeks bright pink again as it caused her to writhe on the bed within mere seconds, fisting the bedsheets and arching her back as she moaned. “A-Ah! D-Donna!”, she gasped when the woman pushed herself inside of her, the hard strap shorter than the dildo, but longer. Bela whimpered at yet another stretch of her, hips shaking as they were grabbed by skilled hands.

Donna loved this position, she thought as she thrust her hips forwards. Bela’s back was arched for her, making her behind stand out for the dollmaker. Her legs quivered and shivers overtook her skin as she moaned and mewled from the pleasure, her tied arms against the bed as she fisted the bedsheets.

The blonde woman moaned as her body was rocked forwards with every little thrust, making her moan and groan with every move. It was truly unfair how sensitive she was, and how well the other woman knew this. She felt her orgasm building embarrassingly quickly from the clamp and the strap, blushing as she was taken harder and harder by the second. “Pl-ea-aah!- se!”, she slurred, hips grinding back against her lover. She shrieked when she was pulled backwards and closer to Donna, having moved forwards on the bed due to the many powerful thrusts inside her core.

She barely heard Donna’s breathless chuckle as she came again, her face against the cool sheets. Bela had lost count of how often she had cum already, her body protesting as they kept coming, her mind too eager for more. She gasped when the older woman reached forwards and pulled her back, and groaned when she was pulled back against her lap and the new position caused the strap to sink in even deeper.

”I want you to do something for me, Bela”, Donna cooed, slow, but precise thrusts up into the needy blonde. Bela gasped at these, moaning and rolling her twitching hips. She resisted the urge to rip the vibrating clamp off even as it tortured her sensitive and sore clit. It was bright red already and sensitive to the touch.

“I want you to finger yourself for me, sweet flower”

Bela frowned in confusion- how could she do so with the strap occupying her cunt? Upon pointing this out, the dollmaker laughed. Bela gasped in surprise as she felt the woman pull out, her cunt suddenly empty, then tensed as she felt the tip push against her tight asshole. She whimpered and moaned, yet obeyed and pushed her fingers inside herself, nearly immediately rocking against them. She felt so needy still, helpless to the pleasure she was given. She briefly wondered whether she was truly this desperate of a slut or whether her sweet, not so innocent girlfriend had a role in this. After all, ever since their first attempt of Donna using her plant’s pheromones on the fly mutant and discovering some had a rather…aphrodisiac-like effect, she seemed all for it. Bela shivered at the thought of the woman using her to have her wreck herself for her this way. She rocked against her own fingers harder and screamed as a hand was again slapped over her mouth and Donna pushed herself deep inside her unoccupied, tighter hole.

”Sweet girl, what do we say?”, She whispered into Bela’s ear in her low, husky voice. She knew it made the younger woman’s head spin, who merely slurred out a “thank you, Mommy”, between her moans.

Bela whimpered as she felt the other woman inside of her, even against her fingers as she thrust into her in the other hole.

She moaned lowly at the deep thrusts into her, her head thrown back and against Donna’s shoulder yet again, her thighs warm and trembling. Her fingers curled within herself as Donna reached forwards and squeezed her full breast. She mewled, eyes shut and lips apart. Her clit felt so, so good.

”Are you going to cum again, doll?”, Donna cooed, almost innocently. Bela whimpered in Return, shaking her head despite her quivering thighs and the bubbly, light feeling rising in her stomach. She knew even if she attempted not to, if she stopped fingering herself, if she crossed her legs, the vibrator and strap would still keep on and bring her to another orgasm.

And so they did, after mere minutes of thrusting inside, until the blonde came with a scream and fell forwards on the bed, squirming and gasping, trying to catch her breath and accommodate to the sudden emptiness of her holes.

She felt gentle hands stroking her hair, praising her, and felt the clamp turn down to the lowest setting of its vibrations.

Donna undid the rope around the woman’s hands and pressed a sweet kiss to her temple, allowing her lover the sweet moment of peace as she gathered their costumes. It was time to head to the grant celebration, after all.

Bela rose to her feet as Donna mentioned this, shrieking and blushing as they gave out and the older woman caught her in her arms with a worried look. She shot her a small smile and pressed a reassuring kiss to her lips. “Think you’ve got me good”, she whispered with a grin. Donna smiled in return and steadied the blonde as she walked again, on her own, albeit on wobbly legs. She frowned as she felt the vibrator buzzing lowly against her sore clit. Donna must have forgotten to take it off…

Yet, as the Dimitrescu reached down, her hand was swatted away. She eyed Donna with wide eyes, shocked at the realization of what her normally shy lover had planned for her. “Behave, doll. You know I am capable of punishing you if you dont”, the doll maker warned. Bela shivered at this, memories of previous punishments flooding her mind, whether it was being ignored as she was tied with a vibrator between her legs in front of Donna as she worked, a rough railing that left her on the verge of passing out (in the best way), being edged until she had learned to appreciate orgasms given to her, or the particularly naughty one in which she was so full of aphrodisiacs caused by the other woman’s cadou infected plants, she was brought to orgasm after orgasm with mere spanks and licks, something the normally proud and controlled blonde found particularly humiliating and arousing.

Bela squirmed as she was bent over the bed, her sore cunt inspected and her bottom groped and squeezed. Out of the corner of her eye she noticed Donna reach for the beautiful butt plug, before she felt its cold, metallic tip against her hole. She squirmed as it was dragged through her southern lips, collecting the wetness that drooled out of her like honey. “Donna…y-yes”, she moaned softly the vibrator like a light tease on her clit, the plug rubbing against it as it was covered in her cream. She squirmed as it was dragged between her cheeks, its top pushing inside her ass. After mere seconds of being teased and played with, Bela felt it push inside of her fully, sealing the hole and adding yet another decoration to her body. She squirmed as she felt it sit inside of her, the feeling of the plug not foreign, but still unusual for the blonde.

She squirmed as another toy was grabbed, one she was unfamiliar with. The dildo was smaller, with a strange, rilled shape. She frowned- something seemed off about it. It was made of wood, yet was smooth and almost soft looking. She moaned as it was inserted in her soaked cunt, then shrieked in surprise as she felt it move, yet saw and felt both of Donna’s hands on her hips. She threw the brunette a questioning look that turned rather silly looking when another trust followed and Bela’s eyes crossed at the pleasure. Donna giggled at her needy lover.

”I’ve listened to your encouragement regarding my powers”, she explained, cupping Bela’s warm cheeks as the blonde moaned and panted from the smaller dildo moving within her. “I decided to breach out from plants again, back to my dolls”, she continued, her thumb reaching out to wipe away the drool that spilled from Bela’s lip. “Upon studying my dolls more, I realized it was the cadou in them that let me control them”, she added. Bela shivered as the toy buried itself deep inside of her, then stood still.

“I then discovered I could use this on other things than merely my dolls, sweet girl. A small portion of the cadou embedded in the wood is all it needed for this…”, Donna cooed, her hand resting between Bela’s legs. The woman whimpered. She felt so turned on as she thought over her girlfriend’s words. If she was truly correct, Bela had just discovered a whole new kink and ways to be used by the brunette.

As she was pulled back to her feet, Donna handed her the previously put away costume, praising her as Bela took it. She moaned as she pulled the panties up her slim legs, a blush warm and bright on her cheeks. Never had she been naughty enough to wear such…accessories or be filled under her clothing, not in public anyway.

She sighed as the nipple clamps were removed from her dress, yet whimpered when upon pulling up the dress, she realized it made little difference due to the rough patch of material right at her nipples. She sat on a clean spot of the bed as she finished dressing, now properly in her finished costume: the crafted panties and dress, white stockings and her usual, black heels. She squirmed slightly- she looked so pure, it was unusual for the blonde. Still, the costume looked beautiful on her. She made a mental note to thank Donna for it once they were done and her mind was not occupied with such filthy thoughts.

She blushed yet again as she saw Donna’s outfit for the first time. The woman’s face was partly covered by a masquerade mask, hiding the cadou infection on her eye, her hair was put up in its usual bun, and instead of the dark dress, she wore an outfit resembling a vampire. Bela blushed even harder as she now understood their costumes- the fair maiden Mia and her darling Count Dracula, one of the most popular books around the castle, a story even the blonde knew. She was sure Daniela would love their costumes and partly dreaded seeing the younger woman and needing to interact normally with her while being teased so cruelly.

”Are you ready to head down, love?”, Donna asked, a white gloved hand pressing gently against Bela’s back. The woman blushed, nodding and pressing her eyes shut as the moment they exited her room, the vibrator picked up its buzzing frequency. She was almost completely sure she wasn’t going to survive this.

Bela was clingy, very much so, and knew so. However, she never expressed such clinginess in public.

Until that very Halloween party, that is, as the poor blonde barely left her lover’s side. She blushed and pressed her thighs together subtly ever so often, breathing lowly as she was unable to escape the pleasure. Merely a few minutes in, her body had been brought to another orgasm already, which left her legs shaky and her breathing ragged.

”Donna”, she moaned in the woman’s ear after merely attending the celebration for half an hour or so. The dildo inside of her moved quickly, bringing her intense pleasure she barely managed to resist- for a time being.

She whimpered as her hip was squeezed. At that point she nearly sat in the older woman’s lap even, something the blonde would have found highly inappropriate and embarrassing in public was her mind not occupied.

”Now, doll, it would be rude to leave this early. Where are your manners, Bela?”, Donna cooed. The blonde squirmed as subtle as she could, feeling yet another orgasm rising within her. How many had her body been forced through on that day already? Six? More? Bela doubted she would be able to keep up, and was sure if her lover continued this, her body would protest completely. She felt oddly excited at the thought. Due to her inhuman nature it was not uncommon for Donna to drag multiple orgasms from her, whereas Donna herself lasted for less ones. Yet it had happened a few times in the past that even Bela was pushed over the limit, as the dollmaker would bring one too many orgasms upon her lover and find her content, yet passed out against her, resting until she awoke a little time later, clueless as to what happened until she remembered moments later, blushing preciously.

“Please, mommy”, she whispered in the woman’s ear, the dildo rubbing her insides and the clamp vibrating against her clit. Every move teased her sensitive nipples. The blonde’s legs were so shaky, she needed to press them together and hold them merely to lessen their trembles.

She squeaked as her throat was kissed- they seemed to truly resemble their costumes now- and Donna scolded lightly: “Sweet bug, no one has left yet. Even your sister is still here, Bela”

At this the blonde noticed the brunette for the first time. She was barely aware of her surroundings due to her mind merely focusing on the ache between her legs, and rose an eyebrow at her sister’s costume, a matching set with her girlfriend, such as Bela matched with Donna. Only was Cassandra dressed as a devil, whereas her partner took the role of an angel. Bela took a moment to eye her sister, squirming and seemingly panting. When the brunette woman caught her eye, she stared right back at her. Both sisters adverted their eyes, turning to their lover as they blushed slightly. Bela cursed mentally upon having her sister of all people see her in such a way, or at the very least surely have a suspicion of what was going on beneath Bela’s dress. She was sure the woman would never let her live it down again.

More time passed, and Bela begged for one of her sisters to leave. Her legs shook so much, Donna had restrained one with her hand, her clit ached as the poor blonde neared her third orgasm since they had walked downstairs. She last saw stars and tiny, black spots blurring her vision as she came. She was sure she could not last much longer. Her cunt was sore and soaked from the dildo, so much her panties were completely soaked through and she left a wet patch on her girlfriend’s costume when she forgot herself and opted for grinding down on her lover’s thigh for a moment, an action stopped as the woman reminded Bela of where they were.

Her eyes kept flickering to Cassandra, as if begging her to leave. After all, if her sister left, Mother would not be upset if she did too, and she doubted her younger sister would stop dancing, flirting, and playing with the maidens anytime soon. The redhead had a blast, it seemed, surrounded by maids that were sweet on her, dancing and being showered in the attention, affection and romance she craved. Perhaps, if Bela was not feeling so overstimulated and soaked, she would join her sister to tease her a little for this, squeeze her cheeks and tell her to play nicely with the maidens. She so loved teasing her younger sister, giggling as the woman insisted Bela embarrassed her and shooed her off every time. The younger woman was simply too precious to tease, truly.

It seemed however, now Bela was the one being teased, in the best and cruelest way. She grabbed Donna’s hand in her own, shaking ones when Cassandra rose to her feet and strode over to their mother. Hope filled Bela’s eyes and she bit her lip harshly as another orgasm washed over her, making her hips twitch and her body jerk on her lover’s lap. She was happy for once that Daniela kept all the maidens entertained and trained on her and Cassandra occupied her mother, ensuring no one saw her twitch and grind against her girlfriend like a lycan in heat.

”Please? We must go!”, she begged breathlessly when she noticed the brunette sister grab her lover’s hand and disappear out the room. Donna once again caught Bela around her waist as she attempted to stand and her legs gave in, steadying her and kissing the side of her face until the blonde squeezed her hand and walked over to the countess with the intention excuse herself from the party.

Donna laughed lowly as Bela pushed her against the door the moment it closed, whimpering and moaning as her hips dragged against her and she sank down on the dollmaker’s thigh. “P-Please, yes!”, Bela moaned, right on the edge with the vibrator turned up properly. She moaned as she wet her girlfriend’s thigh, grinding down harshly and arching her back at the pleasure. “I-need-“, she moaned, whimpering into Donna’s mouth as her lips shushed her.

”I know, doll”, Donna cooed. She was incredibly aroused and proud of the younger woman, a smile plastered on her face even as her underwear stuck to her and she felt like a touch alone could make her orgasm.

Bela shivered as her dress was peeled from her, kicking off her heels and moaning as the panties were taken from her and the dildo pulled out, mindlessly falling to the floor. Donna undid the clit clamp and dropped it as well, instead guiding her lover to the bed. Bela was utterly soaked, her cunt and clit red from the amount of orgasms she had been out through. She knew, she would give her lover at least one more.

She gasped as she was pushed backwards, her hips twitching and legs trembling as she watched the brunette undress. She moaned when wet panties were peeled away and she was granted a look at Donna’s soaked cunt.

Upon straddling the blonde, the lady of the village brought their lips together again, moaning and humming into Bela’s mouth, her tongue easily dominating the one of the younger woman.

”You have been…”- a kiss to Bela’s jaw, -“…such a good…”- another to her collarbone. The blonde threw her head back-“…and perfect girl for me today”, Donna finished, another kiss pressed to Bela’s chest. “You’ll be a good girl for me a little while longer, won’t you?”

”Yes, Donna”, Bela all but moaned. She whined as her lover angled herself up until her cunt rubbed against Bela’s, their wet and messy clits pushing against one another. Bela moaned at this, her head thrown back as both women started to move. Praises showered down on her as the skilled dollmaker played with her sore nipples, sucking and pulling them, squeezing and even twitching them a little. Bela shook under the woman, her hips grinding against the cunt weakly, her mouth dropped open as she moaned loudly.

”Does this feel good, doll?”

The blonde could merely moan and nod her head, whimper and cry as she felt on edge again already. She was so sensitive, she doubted she could last long until she hit the edge again. Donna was well aware of this. “Can you do mommy a favor, sweet flower?”, She cooed. Bela nodded, then, once her breathing evened again, added: “Yes, mommy, anything!”

Donna smiled proudly at the submissive woman. She felt warm and well on the way to her orgasm as well.

”Wait until Mommy tells you to cum, Bela”

The blonde mewled at this, thighs nearly pressing together to help her, yet Donna pushed them apart easily to continue grinding her clit against the one of the younger woman. Bela felt so close already, tears springing at her eyes as she attempted to hold back. She leaned up when Donna was in reach, sucking a nipple into her skilled mouth and moaning around it, her hands holding onto the brunette’s hips almost desperately. She was so, so close, and it was all that was on her mind.

Donna moaned on top of the woman, back arched as she worked herself closer and closer to orgasm. She blushed and groaned quietly, by far less loud in bed than her needy lover. Still, she was utterly soaked, and the thought of soaking the blonde’s cunt in her own cream merely excited her more. Whereas Bela preferred to mark her using claiming bites all over the dollmaker’s pale body, the woman enjoyed ensuring Bela smelled of her. Whether that was in a vile way such as this, literally smearing her scent over the blonde woman, or by keeping her plant’s pheromones on Bela to subtly mark her, Donna enjoyed both.

She groaned as Bela teased and bit her nipples, her wet tongue around her breast. She was so close.

”G-Good girl, more, she groaned, cupping the back of the younger woman’s head to keep her against her breast and nipple. She felt herself right on the she and squeezed Bela’s jaw until the woman’s beautiful, golden eyes set on her.

”Cum, my sweet girl”

[lokischocolatefountain]

Holdout || Fraternize

Congressman!Javier Peña AU

Fandom: Narcos

Pairing: Javier Peña x Reader

Rating: 18+

Warnings: smut, fingering, arguments, period typical misogyny, American politics, inappropriate workplace behavior, office sex, kinda fem!dom, discussions of healthcare policy, inaccuracies regarding American politics

Word count: 4.5k

Summary: Sometimes it was better to talk face to face than to send his lackeys to speak for him. And who knows? Maybe he’ll get a sweet deal out of it. If nothing else, she was at least a good time.

A/N: I know Javi has nothing but disdain for politics and politicians. He would’ve pushed those DC guys out of the helicopter in season 3 if they’d asked more stupid questions. But it’s the same season 3 Javi who put in all those suits and ties and combed his hair neatly and walked around looking like a WHORE. So it’s actually his fault that I’m writing him as a politician. As usual, give your girl some comments and reblogs 🥹🥹🥹

Tagging: @art-estrange

“How many holdouts, Donna?”

“Thirteen.”

“Fuck,” he whispered, knowing instantly from the number which faction of congresspeople had refused to agree to vote for the bill. He also knew who the ringleader of this group of thirteen was. Without her approval, the other twelve wouldn’t even breathe let alone vote yes. An abstinence, maybe. But a yes? Impossible. She was also one of the few who could reach across the aisle to get them the votes he and Murphy needed to pass the bill in Congress.

“What exactly does she want?”

“Bunch of stuff,” said Donna, flipping open the binder that contained the draft of the Child Health Assistance Program bill. From his seat, Javier could see the color coded remarks that decorated the pages. Only when it went to her office did it come back with the fucking rainbow splattered in the pages. When he was a freshman to congress, the outgoing congressman from his district had warned him about her.

Difficult. Nerdy. Pretentious. A fucking bitch. An absolute cunt.

He would never say the last two things about her, of course. If he so much as thought them, his mama would fly to DC and slap him.

“The premium increase on Medicaid for one. She thinks it’s too much. Did some math on the side, too,” she said, unfolding a sticky note that contained some scribbled out numbers. “She accounted for the average household income nationally and in her district and adjusted for projected inflation and arrived at an increase by 3% on the financial burden on families. She made a calculation for our district, too. And by Stoddard’s calculations, her estimate is accurate.”

“Right, right,” he said, taking a puff of his cigarette and blowing the smoke out towards the open window. “Has anyone told her that healthcare expenses have increased and we cannot afford to keep the Part B premiums at forty four fucking dollars?”

His staffer simply shrugged before beginning to explain all the other demands the congresswoman from West Virginia had. By the time they were through with the major issues, it was time for lunch.

“Try to get Barrett and Kilpatrick on board,” he said, getting up from his seat at the head of the table. He heard her grumble, but didn’t take it too personally. It would be easier to move a boulder up a hill than to convince anyone in the congresswoman’s faction to vote for something she didn’t vote for. He pressed the stub harder into his glass ashtray, his anger towards her manifesting in the present she got him.

“Yes, sir,” she said, marking the page they’d last discussed. His staffers shuffled out of their seats and out of the office, leaving him with just Donna.

“I hear she’s back in the building. Returned from her district last night. Maybe you can convince her?” She said expectantly. Out of all the people in his office, she was the only one who knew that he had a shot. No matter how narrow the possibilities. Fair’s fair, he thought. Since he tasked her with talking to Kilpatrick and Barrett.

“Yeah,” he said, nodding. “No harm in trying.” He would’ve laughed had someone else said that. There definitely was harm in trying. His sanity was at stake. He had a hard enough time just seeing her at the committee meetings. But if he couldn’t get members of his own party on board, he could bid goodbye to the dream of passing the bill.

He picked up the binder and sped through the hallways to her office, anxious she might leave for lunch. She usually didn’t, but made exceptions for when she met with her campaign team. Something about it being unethical to do campaign business in facilities paid for by the taxpayer. And illegal. Like him, she was a workaholic. If she wasn’t in her office, she was in her congressional district.

He stopped outside the double doors to her office, American flags on either side and a nameplate with her name and state written in gold. Right as he rose his fist to knock for courtesy’s sake, the door opened and a lanky young boy stepped out of her office, sandwich in hand. Intern.

“Is the congresswoman in?” He asked, making the boy jump back in surprise.

“Uhh…” the boy trailed, looking back at the door with wide eyes. So she was in. And the kid didn’t know whether he was one of the people to whom he should lie about his boss’ availability.

“She’s…busy?”

Javi snorted before putting a hand on the boy’s shoulder and gently nudging him away from the door. “Enjoy lunch, kid,” he said before slipping into her office. The boy said something in an effort to stop him, but the door thankfully muffled the sounds. He kicked the door with the deadbolt, eager to not get caught. Nothing interesting ever happened in congress. So the first wisp of smoke would be enough for gossips to start a fire. He walked past the front office with the plush couches for guests and right into the inside where the magic happened.

Sure enough, he found her hunched over her desk, punching numbers into a calculator with her left hand as her right scribbled them out on her notebook. The black high heeled shoes she wore pushed her ass out invitingly. His eyes trailed up the shoes, following the black lines of her stockings. He took a deep breath and turned away, his eyes landing on one of her staffers’ desks.

A carton box with sandwiches from the nearby cafeteria sat open, mostly empty but for three sandwiches wrapped in aluminum foil. He wasn’t planning on lunch, but he wouldn’t decline after seeing some perfectly good sandwiches laid out in front of him.

“Get your own, Peña,” came a cold, stern voice right as he touched one.

“I would, but you owe me sustenance for making me read through all your notes. I need more nutrients to keep up with your shit,” he said, unwrapping the foil. He took a bite, nodding appreciatively as the well seasoned meat and garlic mayonnaise touched his tongue.

She put her pen down and turned around to finally face him. She looked well put together as she always did. A navy blue pinstriped skirt that clung to her beautifully, matching the jacket draped over her chair. Her white blouse was tucked in, her hair up in a neat bun to show off her pearl earrings. She placed a hand on her hip, crossed one leg in front of the other and narrowed her eyes at him. “It’s not my fault that your diet of whiskey and cigarettes doesn’t nourish you enough to read some notes on your poorly drafted bill.”

“It’s called a draft for a reason, Glitter,” he scoffed, his lips curving up in a smirk as he used her nickname against her. He knew she hated it. He wasn’t even in congress for the origin of the nickname, but it took only days for him to learn that the Congresswoman from West Virginia had “accidentally” used a glitter pen to write notes on the final draft of a bill. Sure she changed the pen after she realized. Only one word was in the imbecilic ink, but the name stuck.

“I forgot that your standards are low.” She rolled her eyes and folded her arms over her chest. “What do you want now, Peña? Is it just the sandwich? I knew you had a tight budget over in the 23rd district of Texas, but I didn’t know the situation was so dire even the congressman had to mooch off someone else.”

“I already paid for it. With my soul.” He took another bite of the sandwich, unaffected by her jabs. As he chewed on his free lunch, he slapped a hand on the binder he abandoned on a staffer’s desk.

“We need to discuss your ridiculous demands.”

“I don’t see how asking to restore coverage for disabled children counts as ridiculous.” She leaned back against her desk and placed her palms flat against the surface. “Unless you hate children. Disabled children.”

“You’ve been in D.C. too long,” he said, annoyed by her spin. “And it’s not like I slashed the funding for disabled kids. They did. Don’t fight me for shit I didn’t do. And it’s not like they would’ve changed their minds by now. None of them have grown a conscience all of a sudden. They’ll just laugh us out of their office.”

“Peña, are you proposing the child health program for the children or the fucking pricks in the House who think it’s a waste of money to invest in healthcare?”

“To invest in healthcare, we need to get the bill passed. Would you rather get some coverage for kids or none?”

“Obviously, I would like some. But some or none aren’t the only options. If you’re going to cut out necessary things preemptively, we’ll get even less than what we need by the time we’re done negotiating with them.”

He darted his tongue out, licking his lips as he considered her words. They did not differ much ideologically. He too was an idealist like her. The people of his district voted him in for his ideals, for his promises. But D.C. had a way of making cynics out of optimists. It was easier for her to remain an idealist. There was no real threat to her seat.

“We don’t have an unlimited budget. It’s going to be a pain in the fucking ass trying to get this through. I put the shit you’re asking for and we can forget getting any coverage. Just like your demand to expand benefits for low income folks. If we do what you’re suggesting, it’ll be an expenditure of 3 Billion dollars over five years instead of the 1.5 billion we have available.”

She sighed and leapt up, sitting herself down on her desk. “Listen, Peña. I know you’re holding on to your seat by a thread because your margin of victory was thinner than said thread. You need to schmooze the conservatives back in Webb County. But I refuse to pay with the health of my people so you can keep your job.”

He fist clenched at the accusation and he let out a grunt. “Easy for you to say. Your district would vote for a fucking donkey if it had our party’s name slapped on it.”

It wasn’t so easy for him. Every move he made was like walking a tightrope between doing the right thing and what his constituents thought politically correct. One wrong move and they’d be out there on CNN calling him a fucking commie. Not that it bothered him. It just wasn’t good optics.

She held her pen up like it was a sword, like a threat. “They’ve tried to primary me multiple times, asshole. Never worked. I do the work and people vote me in for it.

“Listen. You wanna talk shit or actually work on this thing so we can get it passed?”

“I did my part, Peña. Thought you read through it since you’re claiming to be so exhausted.”

“It’s not gonna work sending it back and forth. Never does. We need to sit together and sort it out.”

“Right…” she drawled, her pink painted lips curling up in a smirk and her eyes sparkling with a mischievous glint. He huffed, knowing immediately what she was smirking about. He licked his lips and let himself think of what they did the last time they decided they would sit together and ‘sort it out’.

“You know I didn’t mean that,” he said, the words tasting bitter on his lips. He didn’t mean that. But he would never refuse an opportunity to do it again.

“Oh?” She teased, an eyebrow raised.

A carefully manicured fingernail dazzled under the light as she used her pointer finger to beckon him forward. He stepped towards her, his feet moving automatically like his cock remembered how he would be rewarded if he complied with her. Eyes connected to hers, he imagined what she looked like under her suit. If he would be able to catch even a glimpse of her body this time. If he would have to reach under her skirt, rip her stockings and push her panties aside to fuck her.

He loved knocking the smirk off her lips the last time, just the sight of her pliant against his chest giving him all the satisfaction he needed even before he came. She wasn’t arguing then. Just sweet little whimpers as she clutched onto his shirt and begged for release.

Just as he could deal with the smirk by reaching her and capturing her lips in a kiss, she lifted her high heel clad foot and placed it on his pants. Over his fucking cock to be exact. He raised his eyebrows at her, confused by her move. She put a gentle pressure on his cock with her foot, making him swallow.

“The fuck are you playing at, Glitter?”

“Nothing,” she drawled in a low, seductive voice. “Just testing if you have a foot thing.”

He huffed and rolled his eyes. “I don’t fucking have a foot thing.”

“Yeah? Must be an ass thing then,” she said, lifting her leg higher and caressing his face with the top of her shoes. “Maybe it’s a shoe thing…” His breaths got quicker and his heart beat faster, his body enticed by her daring when she was usually quite conservative and no-nonsense. “You didn’t want me to take my shoes off last time. It was fucking uncomfortable. I know you like how my ass looks when I wear these.”

She trailed the pointy end of the heel down his neck, just barely touching his skin, driving him mad with want for more. The hairs on his body stood to attention and his cock twitched in his pants. She hooked the heel under his tie and pulled. When it budged only a little, he tugged on it himself, taking the thing off completely and stuffing it into his pocket.

Before she could retreat, he caught her leg. Hand wrapped around her ankle he placed a kiss above the strap of her shoes. He looked up at her, relishing in watching her confidence chip away bit by bit as he left a trail of kisses up her leg. A silent gasp left her lips as he stopped at the edge of her desk and put her leg over his shoulder.

“You up for a meeting? To discuss,” he said, tilting her head up with a finger to her chin.

A soft smile played on her lips as she said, “We’ll see…”

“Yeah? What exactly do I have to do to get you in my office, Congresswoman?”

“Convince me. Give me something I’d want.”

“Everything’s a quid pro quo to you, isn’t it?”

“Such is politics, Peña.”

“If you say so,” he said, leaning close and kissing her neck right above the collar of her blouse. He felt her swallow, making him smile against her neck. The perfume he knew she spritzed on her neck seduced his senses and he licked her skin in a quest for his other senses to experience her delicious scent.

“Javier… Someone could come in at any time.”

Javier… It was always Peña for her. Except when they fucked. Then it was Javier, Javier, oh fuck please, harder! Once she fixed herself post fuck, it was back to Peña with a tinge of disdain. Like some crude separation of church and state.

“Everyone else knocks. I’m the only one who drops by without announcing myself,” he spoke into her skin, his voice a low drawl. “And I locked the door. Because I know you can’t resist me.” She snorted, but relaxed beneath his touch. Her hand came up to his hair, touching him oh so lightly in a way that she wouldn’t mess it up too much.

“Fucking caveman,” she chided, her voice too warm for him to believe she opposed his behavior. He trailed a hand up her skirt, stopping where her thighs met. He cupped her pussy, his eyes fixed on her face to read signs of displeasure.

“Congresswoman, I just kissed up your leg like you’re a delicate fucking princess. A caveman would rip your clothes up, hold you down and fuck you hard,” he said, feeling proud of himself when he felt her pussy react to it under his hand.

“Guess you have a caveman thing,” he mocked, leaving her no time to respond before grabbing her stockings and ripping it in his hand. She shrieked and grabbed on to his shoulders to steady herself.

“That’s the second pair you’ve ruined, asshole.”

“I wouldn’t have to ruin your stockings if you just took your clothes off and bent over the desk.”

“Oh fuck you,” she laughed, letting out a little whimper when he pushed her panties aside and found her clit.

“I will, Congresswoman,” he said in a soft voice as he rolled her nub under his thumb. Her hand traversed his back, feeling the fabric of his suit and making him wish they had the time and privacy for him to take his clothes off. Feel her bare hand on his back and let her leave scratches as he took his time to get her across the finish line.

“You address everyone by their designation when you fuck them, Javier?” She rocked up against him, her chest flush against his as she searched for her pleasure under his thumb.

It felt so fucking good though she wasn’t doing anything to him, to have his mouthy, disagreeable colleague in the palm of his hand. To play her like an instrument. Have her spinning in her head for a second longer before her snarky retorts left her lips.

“No, just the infuriating, fuckable Congresswomen,” he joked, getting a shove to his chest. He didn’t budge, having prepared himself for the attack since he anticipated it.

“You tease all the men you fuck in your office with your shoe?”

“No, only the ugly ones,” she said, laughing. He smiled, happy with her giving it to him as good as she got. They were close, so close he could feel her warm breath against his skin.

“Asshole,” he whispered against her lips before closing the gap between them. She looped one arm around his neck and allowed her other hand to play with his suit lapel. Her lips were soft, contrasting the sharp words they often spoke to him. A sense of calm settled in his chest as she slipped her hand under his jacket. He felt her hand now, caressing him up and down, making him long to know what she would feel like against his skin.

Spurred by the thought, his hand rubbed her more enthusiastically. She whimpered into the kiss and he took the chance to slip his tongue between her lips. Her hand traveled up his shirt and clutched his collar, her thumb slipping under his shirt and touching his neck. He moaned and quickly felt her smirk against his lips.

Unwilling to give her the upper hand, he grabbed her panties and tugged, making the frail fabric rip in his hand.

“What the fuck, Javier!?”

“Shh…”

Unobstructed by her panties, he was free to let his hand do two things at once. He parted her pussy lips and pushed a finger inside her, her warm wetness inviting him in easily. He added another finger and coated himself in her slick.

She gasped as he returned his thumb to her clit, making him smile smugly. He pulled away so she could see him. So she could see the power he wielded over her.

“You’re much nicer like this, Congresswoman.”

“And you are more of a dickhead somehow,” she said, grabbing his cock through his pants. When she began stroking his length, he drew a sharp breath.

“Why wouldn’t I? You get wetter when I’m a dick to you. You get like this when we’re talking business too?”

“Of course not, assface.” She gritted her teeth and grabbed him harder, making him grunt.

“Maybe I should check the next time we’re yelling at each other in the middle of the hallway. Reach under your skirt and find your wet panties.”

Her grip on him got harder and her eyes narrowed at him, but her pussy clenched around his fingers. “See, you like it.”

“You’ll see what I like and don’t like when I break your little prick, Peña.”

“Thought I was Javier when I’m fucking you.”

“You thought wrong,” she said, squeezing his cock again.

He yelped, the pressure getting too much even through his pants.

“Fuck!”

“Yeah. Fuck,” she snarked, releasing him only to snake around to his behind and grab a cheek.

“Get it done quick. Unlike you, I have things to do after this.”

“Oh yeah? Maybe I should go now. Can’t keep the Congresswoman from doing the best for her constituents,” he mocked, pulling away from her.

She wrapped her legs around him and pulled him back, trapping him in place with them. “Finish the fucking job,” she spoke, a serious expression overtaking her features.

“Yes, Ma’am,” he said, keeping up the pace of his thrust. He found her neck with his lips, placing sweet kisses on her skin. So close to her, he could feel the effect of every touch, every kiss. He locked the responses in his mind, ready to use the information for the next time he found himself with his hand up her skirt.

“The other side, Javier…” she breathed her command and he followed, eliciting a moan from her.

“Just like that… Keep going.” She thrusted back into his fingers, taking her pleasure from him eagerly. Every now and then, she issued a new command. When he obeyed, she rewarded him with sweet sounds of her pleasure.

As he brought her closer, she gripped his fingers tighter. Her eyes glazed over and she stopped giving instructions, only enjoying the fruits of his compliance with her earlier ones. She leaned against his shoulder, placing some of her weight on him. Being the sucker he was for beautiful women in the throes of pleasure, he placed a kiss on her head and cradled the back of her neck with his free hand.

“Come on, come for me…” he said softly when he felt her at the edge of the precipice.

“F-fucking make me, fucker,” she cursed, mewling when he changed the angle of his fingers to add a twist to his touches.

“Will you give me a meeting in exchange then? We could work it over together…” he negotiated with no shame whatsoever. It was a shameless business, politics.

She opened and closed her mouth several times, unable to let out anything other than a breath as he assaulted her senses mercilessly. She shook her head in denial, making him smile at her defiance.

She panted as he wore her out, her chest heaving and her eyes rolled back. The hand gripping his lapel grew weak and she went limp against him. With a low moan, she came around his fingers and collapsed against him. He kept his fingers inside her, not having the heart to kiss out on how her pussy spasmed around them as she recovered from the high he brought her.

She lifted her head off his chest and dropped her legs, freeing him from her prison.

“You’re not getting a meeting in exchange for fingering me, Peña.”

“What does a man have to do then? Fuck you in the ass? Cause I’ll do it,” he said, laughing when she shoved at his chest weakly. He pulled out finally and took a step back before grabbing his handkerchief and wiping his fingers clean of her release. She hopped off her desk and pulled out her handkerchief from her purse. She unfolded the white cloth embroidered with flowers and leaves and dipped a corner in her glass of water.

He raised an eyebrow at her when she turned back around to offer it to him.

“You have lipstick on your face.”

“Ah.”

“Where?” He asked, accepting the cloth from her.

“Right there. On your neck,” she said, pointing vaguely at his neck. He swiped where he guessed the lipstick mark was and looked up at her, asking silently if he got it.

She shook her head and reached back into her purse. She offered him a black circular box- a makeup thing he knew had a mirror in it.

“Thanks,” he said and pried it open.

“Who are you expecting to vote for this from the other side?” She asked as she adjusted her clothes and reapplied her lipstick. He wiped off the traces of her from his neck and lips. He closed the box, careful not to spill the powder inside.

“Hayworth, Calvert, Cunningham, Doolittle. Rohrabacher would do it, but it’ll require a lot of negotiation. Chenoweth would find the bill agreeable, but it’s unlikely that she’ll vote for it,” he said, a little disappointed that she was talking business even though that was why he came over.

“Yeah. She has a poor record on bipartisanship. Is Evans on board? Cause he’s pretty close to Porter and he can convince him to come aboard.”

“I think he will. Stoddard is talking to Evans’ people and it seems he’s content.”

“Alright,” she said, nodding. “I don’t have time for this shit, but it needs to be done. Surely your buddy on the other side can convince a lot more people to sign on. If he isn’t confident, there’s no point in us discussing this further.”

“Murphy’s got a list. He’s still in talks with them.”

“He’s still in talks? Motherfucker, why did you waste my time then? Could’ve waited for his chipped down draft before you sent a copy to my office.”

Because as much as I fucking hate you, I respect your intelligence. I respect that DC’s cynicism hasn’t turned you away from your ideologies.

But that wasn’t what he said. That wasn’t how this partnership worked. Political alliance didn’t equal friendship. Hell, Murphy wasn’t his political ally. He was on the other side. Yet they were friends.

“Mhmm. I had it sent to you so early on ‘cause I know you’re the hardest to please.”

“Well,” she said, mischief playing at the corners of her lips. She walked behind her desk and sat back down. “You pleased me okay today. I could do without all the yapping building up to the act, though. Really sucks the fun out of it, hearing your stupid voice.”

“Asshole,” he mumbled, as he pocketed her handkerchief and retrieved his tie. She laughed, the sound eliciting a smile from him. He pressed his lips into a thin line as he busied himself tying his tie, loath to have her see him enjoy something so trivial.

“I’ll see you at the committee meeting then,” he said when he got his tie back on.

“Yeah, see you there to watch them slash programs so they can give tax cuts to their buddies.”

He snorted, agreeing with her. It drained him to sit in on the budget committee meetings. It was a high honor when he got assigned to such an important committee. Felt like a pat on the back for his hard work. Until he had to do the hard work of arguing against the fucking worst suggestions futilely. Nothing fucking mattered when they didn’t have majority. Yet, he argued. So did she.

“Pass me a sandwich on your way out, Peña.”

He picked one of the two remaining sandwiches. “Here you go,” he said, making a throwing motion without tossing it. She reacted, throwing her hands up in the air to catch a sandwich that never came.

“Asshole,” she cursed, picking up her paperweight. Before she could throw it at him, he skipped away, another free sandwich in hand. As he closed the door to her office, he could’ve sworn he heard her giggle.

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Main Masterlist

Guys, I’m so excited about how fun this could be. Javi in his suits. Angry Javi. Javi taking his tie off like in that one Narcos episode from season 3. Javi and reader having clandestine meetings under the guise of work. Maybe a sex scandal? Who know… Let me know what you think of Congressman!Javi and Congresswoman!Reader.

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Hnng your writing of Donna with pregnant reader or a kid makes my ovaries howl.

Could we maybe have some more with Donna being soft with pregnant reader, maybe even asking to get married? 👉👈

Domestic Donna gives me the lesbian feelings.

Regardless of the ask, really great writing and hope you keep hydrated

Yesss!!! Thank you for your words, and for your request!!! I hope you like it and sorry about the language mistakes!!! :)))))

Taking care of you

Pairing: Donna Beneviento x Fem! Reader

Warnings: fluff, pregnant reader

Word count: 4,027

Summary: Seven months of pregnancy are too many months, but she's always by your side...

N/A: Sorry about the language mistakes!!! Requests are open!!! I'm waiting yours!!! I love you all!!! :))

Boredom was something you could allow yourself. The mansion, always dark, lonely, as if no one lived there, had become an incessant circuit of walks, sighs and moans.

You had been living there for a year, a year since your life changed forever.

A villager born there, a helper on your family's farm, you never had the impression that your life could somehow improve, or get out of the monotony. Masses to the Black Gods, blind faith in Mother Miranda and the Lords... It was a boring and sinister routine.

But if anything got you out of bed in the mornings it was that kind of discreet game you played in the church, when no one was looking.

The woman in mourning, the most dangerous and dark Lord of all, Donna Beneviento, seemed to follow that little game of glances. At first it was just your imagination, curiosity about that black veil, about that melancholic pose. It soon became a subtle exchange of greetings, a turn of her head towards you, and yours towards hers.

Coincidence, curiosity, or simply the anxiety to get out of the routine, you didn’t know what exactly had been the trigger for that daily exchange, for that habit of greeting each other with an increasingly effusive gesture.

You could say that love had knocked on your door, that it had opened a path in the dark and grey way that would be your life. Against all odds, that path appeared in front of you when that black figure walked towards you after one of the witch's sermons and, timidly, with the help of that sinister Angie doll, Lady Beneviento finally begged to meet you.

It wasn’t an easy relationship. There were many problems, traumas and insecurities tormenting the lady in black. You were always a girl with patience, who would fight for her beloved without fearing the consequences.

Little by little you learned to deal with her, to understand her, to comfort her when she needed it. Maybe she was never like everyone said. Maybe her only problem was being hopelessly alone.

That was a routine you liked to be in: silent afternoons, kisses, caresses, romantic dinners, a lot of reminders of how much she loved you and how afraid she was of losing you…

Yes, even when you had just moved to the old estate, you felt comfortable with the routine, with feeling there was actually someone who understood you and whom you understood.

But the illusion that your life was a path already marked, an illuminated or dark one, was simply a sensation heightened by boredom. No, your life was not going to continue the same, it never would.

After several weeks of feeling sick, you discovered that life still had a surprise in store for you. You were pregnant.

 It was something unexpected, a slip that was not really one, a carelessness that could not be called that way.

An emotional whirlwind shook your senses. Many unanswered questions lashed your mind mercilessly. In the end, after thinking about it calmly, you decided to see that news as the best in the world, as the beginning of a wonderful new routine.

The symptoms were almost unbearable, but luckily Donna was always with you, always looking after you, looking after her child. You would never have had the courage to endure those mood swings, those nausea, without her hand tightly squeezing yours.

And there you were, seven months later, carrying a swollen belly, with your body exhausted by every step you took, wishing that it would finally be over and you could be a family, the strangest family in the whole village, but also one of the most respected.

Everything was going perfectly well, but, for a week now, Lady Beneviento was especially... Her. You didn't know why, but she seemed nervous. It was probably because of that sudden responsibility of your pregnancy, her constant fear of not being what you expected of her to be.

“Hello? Are there any Donnas in there?” you asked amused, knocking on the doors of the old workshop, with a hand eternally resting on your belly.

“(Y/N),” the woman in black said, walking to open the door, with a sad smile. “What are you doing here, tesoro? You should rest.”

You waved it off and sighed childishly.

“I know, but if I have to spend one more minute alone up there, with Angie telling me all the time how fat I am...” you said with pleading eyes.

Donna smiled, caressing your cheek and then your belly, as usual, slowly approaching to give you a soft kiss on the lips.

“Don't pay attention to her, mm? You look beautiful,” she whispered affectionately, with that smile that took you so long to discover.

“I have eyes in my face and there are mirrors in this house,” you joked a bit frustrated, joining your hands with hers, caressing that increasingly annoying lump. “It doesn't matter, can I keep you company for a while?”

“Sure, let me help you,” she said, excited as every time you left the light on the upper floor to dive into that dark basement, to be with her, to make her see that she would never be alone again.

Carefully, the lady accompanied you to a nearby chair, helping you sit down in a gentlemanly manner, taking a look at you in case you might be uncomfortable before returning to her dolls.

“How are you feeling?” she asked, without taking away that wonderful smile, the expectation of the changes of what was now your family.

“Well…” you sighed, resting an elbow on the table, playing with the dress of one of the hundreds of porcelain dolls that guarded the sinister workshop. “Let's see… I've thrown up breakfast again, my ankles are burning and I think they've quintupled in size, the baby seems to want to be a gymnast because it doesn't stop moving and it's the sixth time I've gone to the bathroom in two hours but… I guess I'm fine,” you said amused, counting each and every one of the discomforts that were already part of your daily life.

Donna looked at you studiously, with a half smile, sighing and nodding.

“Calm down, tesoro, there's less and less left,” she murmured, mixing paints in a jar, decorating an empty porcelain head.

You nodded, blinking mockingly.

“It’s easy for you to say, huh?” you whispered, nudging her slightly. She closed her eye and took a breath, thinking of what to say to the truth that frustrated her. “I'm joking, Donna. I don't know what I'd do without you.”

The lady looked at you lovingly again, but with a dark shadow on her face, as if something was worrying her. Well, of course she was worried, she couldn't help but feel somehow guilty about your discomfort.

“I, I'm worried, (Y/N)…” Donna said quietly, leaving her freshly painted head on the table and turning to caress your belly again, with a frown.

“What's worrying you?” you asked with the same soft tone, breathing calmly thanks to her tender caresses.

“What if it looks like me?” she asked, looking into your eyes, running her hand slowly over your belly. You smiled, lifting her face with your hand, looking into that eye emanating sadness.

“Then it will be the most beautiful baby in the world,” you whispered, capturing her lips again in a slow, sudden kiss.

“No, no…” she said immediately, moving away and running her hand through the hair that fell over the deformity of her right eye. “I don't mean that, I… I'm, I'm afraid that… Well, that it might inherit my… My problems, you know.”

You smiled understandingly, taking her hand in yours, letting the air out of your lungs little by little, relaxing Donna's incipient trembling, one that never brought anything good.

“Come on, Donna, don't think that way, I'm sure everything will be fine,” you said, getting a little closer to her, cupping her soft face in your hands, running your thumbs over her cheeks. She slowly shook her head. It wasn't that easy to take away her worries, you already knew that.

“You're just saying that to reassure me,” she sighed listlessly, taking your hand, showing the trembling of hers. You smiled, thus hiding your helplessness to calm her fears. “Everything, all of this is so... New to me...”

“Of course, you're right, what was I thinking?” you joked, moving away and crossing your arms, making her blink in confusion. “I should have known that it would be new for you, since for me, well, it's just another pregnancy, like the previous fourteen.”

Donna looked at you curiously, opening her mouth to say something, but being unable to do so. You bit your lip and stood up from the chair, sitting on her lap with an amused gasp, grabbing her cheeks with your hand and comically shaking her head.

“It was a joke,” you hissed in a mocking tone, stealing a kiss from her as you gripped her face, letting her hold you comfortably, breathing in relief. Having Donna learn to catch your jokes was an even more complicated goal than motherhood.

“Certo,” she said, shaking her head, embarrassed by her naivety, holding you tightly against her body.

You, amused, looked at your belly, settling yourself on the brunette's lap, who was still embarrassed by her attitude.

“What did your mommy say? I hope you understand her,” you whispered, pretending to talk to the baby, something that undoubtedly, just as you planned, made the woman in black smile, stealing an elegant kiss from you, sighing.

“Everything, everything will be okay… right?” she asked in a low tone, looking sweetly into your eyes.

“Everything will be okay, Donna, you'll see. We'll be the best family in the world,” you said softly, leaving the jokes aside. She looked at you uncertainly, but nodded, caressing your belly again.

“Family…” she sighed, losing her gaze again, turning her bright eye away from yours, shifting in her chair. “It, it reminds me that I have something to tell you, (Y/N).”

“I’m listening,” you said amused, getting off her lap and returning to your seat, feeling that terrible nuisance of nature again.

“I, well, maybe it seems silly to you but I've been thinking about you, about me, about the baby, for a while… I, I was wondering if…”

“Wait, wait a moment,” you said with an apologetic smile. She fell silent and looked at you curiously. “I have to go to the bathroom, again,” you excused yourself, almost running out the door of the workshop.

After that common, but at the same time strange conversation, the lady in black didn’t return to what she wanted to say. It was true that she took care of everything, but it was also true that the more the baby grew, the more incapable you became to maintain a long conversation, sleep through the night or just relax.

“Mmm,” you murmured when it was time to eat, enjoying the amazing cooking of the dangerous Donna Beneviento. If you were told that a Lord like her had a passion for culinary art, you would probably think it was a joke. “You know, I could spend years pregnant for you to cook for me.”

Donna looked at you amused, shaking her head.

“I already cooked for you before, (Y/N),” she said, taking a sip of her glass of wine, with an amused expression, without losing her smile.

“Did you?” you asked with a mocking tone, pretending to search those memories on you mind.

She nodded, laughing adorably. You could spend an eternity listening to that laughter.

“If Mother Miranda saw you…” you mocked, with a mocking smile, rolling your eyes, shaking your head, pretending indignation.

“She would ask what's for dessert,” Donna joked, surprisingly, thus earning to hear your amused laughter while you comically threw a napkin at her.

“She’ll have just birdseed,” you whispered, messing with the high priestess, the cause of many of Donna's problems.

To tell the truth, you didn't like Miranda very much, but that one of her daughters, the youngest, was starting a family didn't seem to bother her at all, which guaranteed you a quiet life, or so you liked to believe.

“Mother Miranda...” the lady whispered, changing her amused expression to a serious one, looking away from yours, focusing on her already empty plate. “(Y/N), I want, I want to ask you something...”

You, completely oblivious to those words, yawned exaggeratedly, stretching yourself on the table and rubbing your eyes.

“Are you okay?” the lady asked, worried, forgetting the phrase she was saying.

You nodded, suppressing another yawn.

“Yes, yes, just... I'm just sleepy,” you said in a tired voice.

Donna sighed in frustration at something and then nodded, with a smile a little weaker than usual.

“Okay, I'll... I'll pick this up and you, you should lie down, okay?” she said, getting up from the table and stacking the plates, pointing to the couch.

“Don't tell me twice,” you sighed, walking slowly towards the indicated couch and lying down carefully, enduring another dose of erratic movements from the baby in your belly.

You felt something covering you and you couldn't help but smile tenderly.

“Rest, amore mio,” Donna whispered covering you with a blanket and kissing your head.

You, with your eyes already closed, reached for her hand to caress it before she left, which caused another tender laugh from the doll maker.

Before you could realize that Donna had been wanting to tell you something all day, something important, sleep attacked you mercilessly.

“Hey!” An unpleasant squeal made you open your eyes in fear, sitting up immediately. Of course, Angie had to make her appearance.

“Oh, Angie, you’ve scared me,” you protested, automatically bringing your hands to your belly, protecting it from that sinister doll.

The puppet laughed amused, climbing onto the couch and uncovering you completely with a tug on the blanket.

“Coward, coward…” she sang mockingly, making you snort angrily.

“Do you know that if you scare me you can cause me a premature labor?” you asked ironically, causing the sinister laughter to stop immediately. “What do you say? Do you think you can handle that?”

“Uhg, go back to the aquarium, Willy,” Angie mocked unpleasantly, as always.

“This is the last time I buy a VHS from the Duke,” you threatened, crossing your arms.

Angie laughed again, fighting against your attempt to push her off the couch.

“Angie, lasciala stare,” Donna said, appearing miraculously, like she always does.

The doll fidgeted, fleeing from her owner's reprimands. You growled, looking pleadingly at the lady, who approached the corner with a tray, leaving it on the small coffee table.

“Your evil doll has insinuated I’m a whale,” you said in a childish way, like a little child who tells on something its brother did.

“Angie…” Donna sighed, looking angrily at the doll, who cowardly fled from the ventriloquist's anger. “Don't pay attention to her, you look beautiful, you know it.”

“Yes, yes…” you sighed, shaking your head rubbing your now throbbing temples. “What did you bring me?” you asked with a tender, almost seductive tone.

“Some tea with some cookies,” she explained, serving you that hot liquid in a cup. You blushed once again, overwhelmed by so much attention, but of course delighted by it.

“Are you really that dangerous? You look like a soft, cuddly teddy bear to me,” you joked, taking the hot cup and blowing to make the smoke disappear.

“I wish that were true,” the lady said, with a slightly sad tone, letting you know you had unintentionally brought back the ghosts of her past.

You gave her a quick kiss on the cheek while calming the movements in your belly with soft caresses she quickly joined in. If there was one thing Donna liked, that made her really smile, it was noticing how her baby was growing, how it was moving inside of you.

After that tender little moment, you stepped back, taking one of the cookies from the tray, ready to dip it into the tea.

“(Y/N), I…” Donna sighed, playing with something in her hand, something you couldn't see since you were focused on your snack. “I want, I want to ask you, I would like…”

“Oh, no…” you murmured sadly when that cookie broke into a thousand pieces.

It was silly, but anything that happened to you was likely to be the spark that triggered one of your horrible mood swings. As if it were a real drama, as if you were watching a movie without a happy ending, tears came to your eyes.

“Tesoro, what's wrong? Are you feeling sick?” the lady asked worriedly, hiding that mysterious object behind her.

“Donna, it's horrible,” you sobbed with your eyes set on the pieces of cookie that sank into the tea.

“Che cosa? (Y/N), what, what's wrong?” she asked again, nervously holding your hand and studying your sad gaze.

“My cookie just broke,” you sobbed, letting those senseless tears travel down your cheeks.

As expected, the lady in black blinked in confusion, looking at your cup of tea and then at you.

“The, the cookie,” she repeated with a frown, breathing more calmly.

Overwhelmed by a sudden sadness at that terrible misfortune, you threw yourself into her arms, letting the tears of your personal drama bathe the black fabric of her dress.

“Why is life so unfair?” you asked, giving too much importance to that incident, unable to control, once again, the hormonal changes that tormented your fragile spirit.

Donna hugged you, caressing your back erratically, surely stunned by such a disproportionate reaction.

“Um, (Y/N), cal, calmati, tesoro,” she murmured, comforting you as best she could in such a comically absurd situation “There, there are many more cookies.”

“None like that one!” you squealed, causing the lady to hug you even tighter as you sank into her chest.

“(Y/N), come on, relax… Don’t, don’t cry, it’s not good for the baby,” she said in a soft voice, without letting you go of her confusing embrace, admirably enduring your mood swings, everything your body was going through with that little baby inside.

“You’re right,” you said, pulling away abruptly and wiping away your tears, suddenly finding that crying absurd and ridiculous. “There are more cookies in the ocean, aren’t there?” you joked as an apology.

She laughed and shook her head, not wasting the opportunity to please you with a kiss on the lips, a tender and playful kiss.

You finally relaxed, embarrassed by your erratic attitude. When you moved, you saw something behind the lady, a small box, surely what Donna was holding minutes before.

“What’s that?” you asked, pointing at the object in question.

Donna looked at it as if she had been scared, taking it and standing up abruptly.

“Niente,” she whispered nervously, hiding the package behind her back.

You looked at her suspiciously, trying to peek out to see it, something impossible, since she was moving at the same time.

“Nothing? You liar,” you said, squinting, making an effort to get up and reach out a hand to the woman in black. With the baby increasingly heavy in your belly, it was normal for Donna to have an advantage in running away from you. “Hey, come back here, you know I can't run.”

“It's not important, (Y/N), it's nonsense,” she said, walking away from you, with a fake smile.

You, with dark eyes, knowing that the lady was hiding something from you was quite obvious, walked slowly towards her.

“A worse nonsense than crying over a cookie? Come on, come here, honey, tell me what you're hiding,” you said amused, chasing the lady around the room, at your own pace, of course.

“No, it's nothing, stop, stop moving like that, it could be... Dangerous...” she stammered, clumsily cornered against a wall.

“It's not right for you to run away from the mother of your child, Donna,” you hissed, managing to reach out your arm to snatch the object from her, which she prevented with a comical pirouette.

“I'm not running away from you, I'm just...” she sighed nervously, shifting away from you again, which gave her at least a ten-minute head start so you could turn around.

“Got it!” Angie shouted, jumping towards the lady and taking the small box from her, causing a frustrated snort from the woman, who kicked the floor in a childish manner.

“Cazzo, Angie!” Donna shouted furiously, unable to stop the doll on her way to you, handing you the box with a satisfied laugh.

You raised your eyebrows, taking the box with a smile, surprised by the doll's attitude.

“Wow, thanks Angie,” you said amused, high-fiving the puppet.

“I also hate when my cookies break,” Angie whispered, running away from her owner's fury again, disappearing from the scene among evil laughs.

“(Y/N), wait…” the lady sighed, not being able to reach you before you opened the box and froze.

Inside that box, there was something shiny, very shiny, a wonderful ring, covered in diamonds, that lit up your face with its golden aura, leaving you confused, amazed and speechless.

“A ring?” you asked with a smile you couldn't help, with your heart beating fast and the baby moving in your belly.

“I…” she said, with her hand on her forehead, letting her body relax with a sad, defeated sigh.

“Wow, it's amazing, Donna,” you whispered, taking the jewel in your hand and admiring it with curiosity.

The lady growled and snatched the box and the ring from you, unable to look at your face.

“That damn doll…” she hissed furiously.

“Hey, tell me, tell me what it means,” you said in a soft tone, controlling the impending nervous breakdown of the lady in black.

“What do you think it means?” she said, shaking her head and putting the jewel back in the case.

You shrugged confused, with a million thoughts calling for your attention.

“Oh, I guess there is no choice...” she whispered, before gently taking your hands and kneeling on the wooden floor with her eye closed.

Again, you froze, letting her hand lightly pull yours as she soaked it with a nervous sweat.

“(Y/N) maybe, maybe I'm not the best person in the world, maybe... Maybe the things we've lived are just an illusion and maybe, maybe it's nonsense. Maybe I don't deserve more than what I have, I don't deserve your love and your smile brightening the darkness of my life but...” she said with a broken voice, with her body trembling as she knelt down.

“Donna...” you sighed with an expectant smile as she opened the small case again.

“But if there's any compassion left for me, I'd like to ask the Black Gods for you to never leave my side, for you to you continue to brighten my life every day and for me to be able spend an eternity by your side, like, like a family...” she continued, not daring to look at your face, taking a breath to ask the last question, the most important of all “(Y/N), amore mio, light of my days, would you do me the honor of becoming my wife?”

You bit your lip again, now looking into her bright eye, listening to her nervous breathing. You shook your head with a wide smile, the most sincere smile of your life.

“Donna, I…”

She nodded impatiently.

“Of course, I would love to be your wife. I love you so much…” you said excitedly with a tear, which this time made sense, sliding down your cheek.

If your smile was sincere, bright, hers had no words. With a joyful gasp, she leaned towards your bulging belly, kissing it tenderly before getting up and capturing your lips in a romantic, passionate way.

“Gods, (Y/N)… Ti amo…” she whispered, resting her forehead against yours, mixing her tears of joy with yours.

After a moment of serenity, of tender looks, the lady in black took the ring out of the case, elegantly sliding it onto your finger, breathing heavily, but happily. Only happiness could be seen on her face.

[sundry-whovengerslocked]

okay but now that we know Fourteen lives a domestic fantasy with Donna (and co) living his best life and starting to heal from all his ptsd...

it starts with talking about the toymaker.

"Doctor. you never answered my question. all those things the Toymaker said, were they true?"

the Doctor, after much hesitation, breaking down, finally, finally.

talking about Amy and all the adventures they shared. how she was another sassy redhead who kept him in line when he needed it. how she died of old age with her husband but was so horribly ripped from him.

talking about River Song, the woman Donna met only once, the woman who died for the Doctor. talking about how he discovered their lives together and thus lived it. about how they were married and about how many goodbyes they had to face.

talking about Clara, the impossible girl, who dragged him out of his sulking, who kept him going, who was like him. talking about the hybrid and the billions of years he spent in the confession dial just to bring her back to life. how he had to forget her or else he would have never stopped.

talking about Bill, the girl who questioned everything, things no one ever thought to ask. who had the best smile and a crush and was so so brave, up until the end. who lived on in a different way.

talking about Yaz, the girl he fell in love with while he was a woman, the girl who saw the Doctor in ways she didn't want to be seen. the girl she pushed away because it hurt too much.

finally talking about the Flux. about how half the universe died. how he never ever really belonged. about how he doesn't know where he's from, not really. about how the not-things taunted him with his memories.

and Donna listens. she listens, and asks, and weeps. she holds him as he cries.

"It's not your fault," she tells him. "you did the best you could.

"i know," he cries, echoing what he said at the edge of the universe, when he thought it was her. "I know, but it hurts."

and they let it hurt. they let it hurt, raw, broken, until the sun sets and the air cools and Shaun knocks on the door of the tardis to tell them Sylvia made tuna madras again.

the next day Donna asks about Adric.

and he tells her.

he tells her about Adric, Logopolis, the time key, the Master. he tells her all the things that he's been running from.

and they weep. and they breathe. and together, the Doctor heals.

[thecapricunt1616]

The Bear & His Honey - Chapter 18

♡ Chapter Inspo: The Tortured Poets Department ; TS - 'I scratch your head, you fall asleep like a tattooed golden retriever. But you awaken with dread, pounding nails in your head, but i've read this one where you come undone - I chose this cyclone with you, and who's gonna hold you like me?'

♡ Summary: Winnie meets Donna for the first time, Carmy ends up needing an emergency therapy session.

♡ W/C: 8,071

♡ Posted Date: 04/22/24

♡ A/N: Eep here we are! 18 chapters and the plot is finally starting to thicken up! I'm enjoying where this story is going very much. I hope you all are too! When I heard the golden retriever line I was like - wait....Carmy and Winnie hahahah!!! I'm loving this new album V much - tried not to add too much Taylor-talk in here but it's CANON that Winnies a fan so it would be OOC for her to not be excited heheheh ♡ Warnings for BTC: Swearing, Physical Violence, Alcoholism, Mentions of Police, Family domestic abuse, attempt to enable said behaviors, Sad Carmy

➵ ���𝐡𝐞𝐜𝐤 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭 ♡

➵ 𝘊𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘬 𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 / 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘵 ♡

➵ 𝐂𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐮𝐩 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐋𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 ♡

𝒲𝒾𝓃𝓃𝒾𝑒𝓈 𝒫.𝒪.𝒱. 🍯

Her shrill voice bounced off the walls, and quite frankly made my head hurt. I took a deep breath, clearing my throat and preparing for what was to come. I’d been apart of many screaming matches in my life since Id realized I could fight my mother back - so at minimum 15 years worth of defending myself against a raging narcissist.

“You don’t have to talk to her, my purse is just in there- I need it it has our house keys” I said so just we could hear. 

“Where is he! CARMEN ANTHONY. YOU WILL COME SPEAK TO ME I AM YOUR MOTHER!” she shouted. It was clear she was drunk by the way she was speaking and annunciating her words. 

“Baby go- go outside, I’m gonna deal with her” he said softly, his hands were shaking. 

“I’m not leaving you alone, bear. I promise, I’m not gonna add fuel” I said and took his hand, holding it in mine and squeezing gently. “I love you - and that means we do things together even when they’re hard” I whispered and he nodded, swallowing thickly. 

“Donna! Donna sweetheart we should step outside huh? Let’s go, let’s go outside, we'll have a cigarette. The babies are here, you don’t want them to hear this? No?” Jimmy told her, ushering her down the hall towards where we were in the dining room that contained the front door. 

When she saw him it was like everything stopped, I felt like I was trapped in a lions den, or a fucking bear cave more like it. “Who is this?” She said, just above a whisper and she looks at me, then our enclasped hands, then Carmen again. “Who the fuck is this, Carmen?” She questioned 

“Mom. Mom. Listen-“ I interrupt him because I’d never heard his voice sound so small and scared 

“Hi! I’m Winnie?” I said casually. “And- I assume you’re Donna? Right?” I gently rubbed the back of his hand with the pad of my thumb, it felt like I was trying to tame a mountain lion with a smile. 

“And what kind of fucking name is Winnie. What the hell is this- a goddamn cartoon? And why are you in my daughters house?” She asked and I maintained my cool, seeing as the whole family pretty much had silently crowded in the hall to watch this go down. 

“Oh-“ I cleared my throat, trying to maintain my cool and I held our hands up that were laced together “I’m well acquainted with your son.” I drop them back to our sides “he’s lovely. May I just say you did a wonderful job raising him.” I said and he squeezed my hand tightly 

“And I’m here to talk to said son alone. So you can take your cute little carrot top self back wherever you came from and fuck right off missy “ she snapped and I raised my brows, but before I could open my mouth Jimmy stepped in 

“Heyyy! Hey hey! Donna- Donna the girl hasn’t done anything wrong come on-“

“Oh shut up jimmy.” She seethed 

“MOM!” Carmen snapped, “I’m not fuckin’ doing this” he rose his voice so she could tell he was serious “I’m not. That was it- we’re done we’re leaving good fuckin job- I’m fucking leaving. Syd can you bring Winnie’s fuckin purse please?” He called to her and I saw her shoving through everyone gathered in the hallway to get back into the living room.

“Oh so you’re gonna choose this stupid girl over your own mother? What are you too good for your mother now? Is she- is she some hot shot chef? Oh- no let me guess- she’s a nurse since you messed things up with the Doctor, Claire?” She said and my mouth dropped 

“Actually-“ I scoff “I work at a library- your son is the ‘hot shot’ chef. The only one in your family might I add? Donna, you are speaking to everyone horribly right now. Why do you think he wouldn’t want to talk to you when you’re acting like-“ I see her jerk her arm and I am suddenly soaking wet, and my eyes are stinging worse than I’d ever felt in my life. I shrieked, wiping my face furiously and coughing, my lungs burning as the alcoholic drink that had been thrown in my face choked me from when I’d gasped in surprise and inhaled a gulp of it. 

“Oh- Donna!” Jimmy said “no- no now you gotta go dear, what’s wrong with you?” 

“Someone had to shut her up to stop that annoying little speech she was putting me to sleep” she laughed drunkenly 

“Mom what- WHAT THE FUCK?! WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU? ARE YOU FUCKING STUPID?! ARE YOU? WHAT IS YOUR FUCKING OBSESSION RUINING EVERYTHING?! THIS IS WHY - THIS- THIS IS WHY I DIDN'T WANT TO SEE YOU- I CAN'T STAND YOU! I CANT FUCKING STAND YOU MOM” Carmy roars. 

“Oh my god you crazy bitch” Sadie said angrily. I couldn’t even see what was going on, everything was sticky and wet and it was driving me insane. I was still stuck in a coughing fit as I rubbed my eyes but the stinging was getting worse. The amount of overwhelmed, embarrassment, fear, anger I felt threw me headfirst into a panic attack. 

“What did she throw? Oh my god my contacts Sadie - I- I need to take out my contacts” I said gasping and coughing as I felt a hand on my arm guiding me to the kitchen 

“I know, I know, shhhh” she coaxed, bringing me over to the sink. “I’m gonna get them out but you have to do me a favor and stay still” she ordered, but I could barely fucking understand her with the pain. 

I began sobbing uncontrollably and she turned the sink on “I’m so sorry” I said and we heard crashing coming from the front room 

“What? What did she do?! MOM!!!” I heard Natalie shout “MOM THESE ARE BRAND FUCKING NEW CARPETS!! GET HER OUT!!!” She shrieked.

“YOUR FUCKING CARPETS? SHE JUST BLINDED MY FUCKING GIRLFRIEND AND YOU GIVE A FUCK ABOUT THE CARPETS, NAT?! THIS IS ON YOU, YOU’RE THE FUCKING REASON SHES HERE.” Carmy was in a rage. I’d never heard him so angry before.

“Everything e-everything I’m sticking-  i’m sticking oh my god Sadie. Everything stings, Sadie. Help me” I cried, “what did I even say why did she do that?” I sobbed, each time I tried to open my eyes I was faced with a searing pain. All of the screaming, the fear of his mother finding me and doing further damage for god knows why, the worry for Carmy and what was happening to him - it was all too much.

“CALL THE FUCKIN’ COPS THIS SHIT IS GETTIN’ TOO FUCKIN OUT OF HAND.” Richie shouted 

“I am alreadyyy on it- yup okay- let me just- I can’t hear them! I’m gonna go out there“ I heard Syd say awkwardly 

“Open” Sadie said and pried my left eye open, quickly scooping out the contact before doing the same with the right causing me to wince. She had to essentially trap me against the counter and wall so I wouldn't out of instinct slap and kick her for trying to dig in my fucking eyes with her fingers.

“Ok rinse” she said once she managed to get both of the contacts out. I dove for the sink, scrubbing my face over with water, rinsing out my eyes quickly and doing my best to hold them open under the running water despite the burning and uncomfortable stinging.

“G-get Carmen please, please” I said through shaky sobs. I hadn’t even been able to listen to what was going on since Sadie had scooped out my contacts, it was as if she and I were the only people in the house due to all the adrenaline from the pain coursing through my body allowing me to focus on the task at hand the fucking blinding pain.

“Yup ok. Okay I’ll find him” she said and I heard a sharp slap come from the other room

“MOM - MOM!! DID YOU REALLY JUST HIT HIM LIKE THAT! Oh, Carmy- Are you ok? Go- go out of here- go” Natalie shrieks at donna and there’s a loud smashing of glass 

“MY PLATES!!! MY PLATES!!!” Natalie shouts and starts to cry, “Jimmy! Jimmy those are my special china we got at our wedding!” She sobs “Mom! Why are you doing this?!” she pleaded

“That bitch is FUCKED up! What in the fuckin ghetto ass shit! Isn’t this the north side?!” Sadie said, causing Richie to laugh 

“Welcome to the fuckin Berzatto house my friend” he told her loudly over the chaos

“Natalie! Natalie - Honey- Uncle Jimmy will replace your plates, Come on honey we need to get her out I need your help grab her other arm!” I heard Jimmy tell her 

“Oh my god baby” I heard from behind me and Carmy rushed over, touching my back and I flinch.

“Don’t- don’t touch me I’m gonna have a panic response I can’t see- I don’t wanna hurt you” I said quickly, trying to even my breathing and stop crying so hard. “Please get my bag” I told him, continuing to rinse my eyes until the pain had subsided enough to open them. 

“Yeah- uh…yeah” he said and I heard him go into the living room. I felt around the counter until I found the paper towel, patting my face down with it to dry.  

When he came in, I took my glasses out of my purse, putting them on my face to see his cheek was unnaturally bright red- it looked so painful. There was a big raised mark with fanned out stripes from a handprint - she slapped him so hard it would bruise. 

Suddenly, my panic for myself melted away and I went in to protector mode, any worry or fear melted and reformed into concern for the sweet, damaged man before me. “Oh..Bear” I whispered, rushing to the freezer and getting a bag of frozen vegetables. “My poor love” 

I went over, gently pressing it to his cheek and he hissed in pain “yeah…” he said softly. “ it looks bad?” He asked

“I think she should go to jail. Either that or she agrees to go to rehab,” I said softly, gently thumbing out the wrinkle in his brow with my thumb. 

“She’s not gonna go to rehab” he muttered, looking up at the ceiling and swallowing hard. I could tell he was biting back tears, as was I, because this environment wasn’t safe to cry. 

“Then she goes to jail. Because this is gonna give you a black eye - and don’t you know how much I love your pretty face?” I joked, trying to lighten the mood a bit and I kissed his good cheek. 

He cracked the slightest smile, “yeah she really got me. She’s never uh…well not since I was a kid but I don’t think she’s ever hit me with all her strength like that. I was scared for a second she broke my fuckin jaw” he said and I gently rub his shoulder 

“Baby really” I said softly. “Half of your face is gonna be bruised. She needs help” I said quietly. 

“But….she’d never forgive me” he said brokenly, averting my gaze. 

“Forgive you?! Oh bear. No, no my love. Carm, you should be thinking if you can ever forgive her. Not the other way around.” I gently rub his chest “lets go sit on the couch ok? We don’t want this rash to set and it’ll be so much worse. Cold compress should help the aching and the red and the swelling” I explained. He nodded a bit and took over holding the bag, going with me to the living room. 

“I want you on my lap” he said softly and I nodded, sitting down and wrapping my arm across his shoulders, holding the bag with my other hand against his cheek. 

“They’re fine- yeah- Winnie- how are your eyes?” Syd asked as she came in the living room talking on the phone 

“Okay Syd, thanks. It’s Carmy I’m worried about- is your ear ok bear?” I asked him 

“Still ringing” he mumbled, resting his other cheek on my chest and shutting his eyes. 

“He says his ear is ringing. I’m gonna have him checked out tomorrow” I told her and she nods

“Do you…wanna press charges?” She asked and I shrug 

“Tell them well know when they get here based on her behavior and if she’s being remorseful,” I said and she nodded, heading back to the front room. 

“Oh my god- oh god. Carmy - Carmy I’m so sorry” Natalie said, rushing in and sitting next to us, “Winnie- Winnie I’m so sorry please forgive me I promise. I told her she has to go to rehab I told her she has to go or she can’t come here anymore-“ I cut her off 

“Natalie…” I said softly. “If she doesn’t agree to be checked into an emergency rehab center- tonight? She is going to jail. Tonight. I will make sure of it. So if you don’t want her to go to jail, I would go talk her into rehab. There is nothing you have to be sorry to us for, lovey. If anything- apologize to Pete? Apologize to your daughters. But not us. Because Carmen has been saying for at least 2 months he no longer wants to interact with her, and the only time he has to is when you push him to do so. I love you, it’s why I’m telling you this. And I appreciate the roll you have in Carmys life and all you do for him- but you are enabling her. And it’s hurting the family. No matter what happens after tonight- this is the last time either of us will see her unless we’re shown definite proof she is sober.” I explained.

 Carmen just sat silently, his other cheek flush against my chest with his eyes closed, likely pretending to not be here. He didn’t have the mental strength to stick up to her like this right now, nor did he have the emotional capacity to do it gently. So I was stepping up to take the load for him. 

  “Okay…” she nodded “okay.” She repeated and went back out to the front yard where Jimmy had wrangled Donna off to wait for the cops.  “I love you” he muttered into my shirt, and he sounded utterly defeated.

Donna had chosen rehab- reluctantly. It wasn’t without a huge fight between her, Carmy, and Natalie, with many tears from each side being shed. 

When we finally got home, we wordlessly stripped out of our clothes, I started the shower for us and he got our towels for us and set out our night time lavender lotion we shared on top of the counter. I put the towels in the warmer Carmy had bought for us, since he said it ‘was too much an effort for me to put them in the dryer while we shower, and the floor out there was so cold, and he dripped all over while going to get them’ so the $200 purchase was well worth it to him.  

We had a silent shower, but it was not any less intimate then any of our other shared showers. We still washed each other, we still gently brushed eachothers wet strands of hair off of the others forehead. I had to swallow a lump in my throat each time my gaze met the raised bumps on his swollen red cheek. 

I wasn’t sure how I was going to get through the next few weeks until he healed. I’d much rather her had slapped me. I could hardly imagine what he was going through inside his head right now. I had to actually remove myself and go throw up when I heard him crying, begging her to listen to Sugar and just go with her to rehab- or he would have to tell the cops to take her. 

Apparently, she went through the typical stages of grief an addict goes through when realizing they’ve been backed into a corner and are no longer able to make the choice to keep using for themself. She had started by telling them the classic

‘I know- I know I’ve done some messed up things- I know I’ve hurt you kids! But I’m your mother- you really are gonna send your mother to jail? Hmm? Carmy? My littlest bear. You’d send your mama away? I don’t believe that, Carmen. Oh Carmen Anthony. My sweetest boy. Don’t you  let your sister control the situation- you don’t want this sweetheart you don’t want to do this to your mother’ 

And when Carmen simply told her ‘no- I’m with Sug, mom you need rehab- this can’t keep goin’ ’ she flew off the handle once more, screaming at him, Sugar and the police - telling them that they were crazy- that all of them were lying about her, and that she didn’t even have a problem at all. That her ingrate horrible leech children- the ones that she had left at least, had planned for her to be taken away and locked up because they hate her- for why? She couldn’t give an answer to that in her drunken state. 

For the last part of her Oscar worthy performance - She wailed, she screamed, she cursed Carmen and told him he was a mistake- that together he and Natalie had ruined her life. That she ‘knew she should have stopped at Michael.’ That they drove their father away together, drove her to drink, and then drove their brother to do what he did. That they took everything from her. That her very pregnancy’s and births with them were pure hell- as if she was birthing demons and that she’d been miserable since the day Natalie had been born, and that it hadn’t stopped. And not without telling Carmen he made things all the more worse. 

In her vicious words, as told to me by Syd while Carmen comforted Natalie in the laundry room as she sobbed so hard she could barely breathe - the last thing Donna said after finding out Carmy would be the one paying for her treatment - while she being put in Pete’s car so he could drop her off was; 

“Your father couldn’t handle your social deficits anymore- so he left us. that’s what really happened you drove your father away from your brother and sister. You’re the reason the family is the way it is.” 

After Syd told me, I sobbed so hard I threw up again. 

The look on Carmen’s face when he came to collect me in the living room to leave after tending to Natalie and getting her to bed was nothing short of haunted. 

The drive back, likely goes without saying- was silent. 

Carmy cut off the water after he finished delicately rinsing my hair, opening the curtain and grabbing my towel first, wrapping it around my body. 

“Thanks.” I muttered, squeezing the water from my hair before drying my body off and stepping out. 

He hummed in response. The rest of the evening was that- silent. It was almost a shell shock kind of silent. I felt insane guilt, so much so that silent hot tears rolled down my cheeks as we laid in the dark, trying our best to get some sleep. 

“I- I know we said goodnight already” I sniffle, my voice hoarse and raw from crying. “I’ll shut up after this- I just had to tell you I’m sorry. I’m so so fucking sorry Bear. I’ll listen to you from here on. I’m sorry- It- it was so stupid it was my fault- you know your family better than anyone I was so dumb to push you and to ask to stay. I think back on it and I realize why you got upset when I asked on the porch- but hindsight is always 20/20. I got you hurt. I hurt you and I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I love you. You know I never would intentionally hurt you…right? And it feels like- like I did this to you” I said, gently rubbing his arm. 

He sat up, flicking on the lamp on his side. “It’s my mom.” He said, wiping my tears. “Please. Baby. Please. I- I can’t be away from you tonight- but if I start gettin’ worked up again- I’m not gonna be able t’sleep here. Please. Princess,  Honey - I love you. I fucking love you. Is that what you need? I need you to be okay right now baby- at least not cryin’. I’m hangin’ on-“ he took a shaking breath “I’m hangin by a thread. I already texted Jazz” he whispered, rubbing his face over to rid any building tears. 

I swallowed thickly “I love you, Ok. Ok I’m done, I just had to tell you how sorry I am…” I said, quickly shoving all my emotions into a too small box and locking the bulging lid. He needs me right now. 

“Here, you’ll be little tonight. Turn off the light” I said, laying flat and opening my arms for him. 

He shut off the light, nuzzling his face into my neck, pulling me close as he possibly could. With a featherlight touch, I brush his hair off his forehead so it doesn’t tickle my mouth, gently dragging my nails across his scalp. “Thank you” he muttered.

He shivered a bit, his breath hitching slightly before he melted into me, sighing deeply. “I love you, so much, Carmen. Wholeheartedly. As sure as I am the sun will come up tomorrow, that’s how sure I am I love you. With every cell of my being. And I want you to know that it’s okay to be hurting. It’s okay to show you’re hurting, bear. You’re safe” I said quietly, before kissing his forehead tenderly. 

He remained silent, fingers gently moving along the skin of my back. I continued gently scratching his scalp, rubbing his back in long soothing strokes, the only sound in the room being our breathing and my noise machine. It remained that way for about 20 minutes, before he started softly shaking with silent sobs, holding me tighter and sniffling every so often. 

It went on like this for quite a while. My neck was soaking wet, so was my pillow he was nuzzled on- I didn’t care. I could flip it over. The itch of tear droplets gliding down my skin was only temporary. What he needed right now, was to be held. And to be loved. So that is what I’d give him, without any stipulation, or question, or expecting him to offer any answers. 

“You didn’t deserve it. Any of it. Remember that, ok? I know it hurts. You deserved a good mother, Carm. We both did.” I said softly, kissing the side of his head. 

He nodded gently, tightening his grip on me. “My fucking face hurts again. Like a bitch” he whimpered sadly. 

I swallowed the lump in my throat that formed at the sound of his wet tear filled voice “Give me a second Bear, I’ll be right back yeah? You’re getting too hot, It’s worse cause you're getting all warm and its makin’ the blood rush to your face and it’s throbbing. Cold will help it feel better, let me help you sweets” He wordlessly let me up and I quickly padded out to the freezer. 

Persephone meows, twirling around my legs for attention. “Hey you” I sniffled, tears brimming my eyes without an ability to stop them. I crouched down to pet her and blinked the blurry haze away, the offending tears rolling down my cheeks and dripping in 2 thick droplets onto the floor. 

“Carmy is sad right now, ok? Can you come give us your sweet Sephy snuggles and make him feel better? I know you can make him giggle silly girl” I wiped my face with his white shirt, shaking my head and trying to get ahold of myself.  

“Mama can do this, kittens. I can do it” I told myself, standing up again and momentarily resting the ice pack on each of my puffy eyes before blowing my nose with a tissue and heading back. 

“Hi sweet boy” I said softly, carefully getting back in bed and laying with him. 

“Hey” he sniffled.

I opened my arm for him “Here, we can both be cold” I joked. Resting the ice pack where he usually laid on my chest and patting it. “This will make it feel so much better, Bear” I assured him. 

“Thank you” he said, gently resting his cheek and closing his eyes. He was hiccuping and doing one of those post-sob sniffles every so often, as I resumed petting his hair. 

“Everything happens for a reason, Bear. And I’m really grateful I’m able to tell you I love you, tonight. I love you, and I’m here- I’ll always be here” I said softly and kissed his forehead with a gentle peck.  “You too…” He whispered, and that was the last thing either of us said that night.

The next morning naturally due to the stress I woke up extra early. Well- shamefully half because of the stress. Half because Sadie was coming over for coffee and we were gonna do our usual Taylor album release antics.

I grabbed my phone carefully, seeing that Sadie had sent me twenty seven texts since midnight. The last one being 

THAT CRAZY BITCH!! SHES RELEASING A PT 2. 31 FUCKIN SONGS WIN!!

I gasp quietly, ever so gently untucking Carm’s arm around me and getting up carefully. I picked up Seph who was comfy laying on his hip, squeaking in protest. 

I shush her, kissing her nose and carrying her to the kitchen. “Queen put a new album out fluffabutt!!” I whispered, taking out 2 coffee mugs. 

I grabbed my phone, FaceTiming Sadie “oh! Perfect! I’m at Starbucks what are you feeling?” She asked and I opened the cabinet, putting away the 2 glass mugs. 

“Can I have a large like- triple shot added americano? With extra oatmilk - vanilla and cold foam, iced?” I said and she laughed 

“Jesus Christ ok I’ll be ready to do CPR I guess” she joked. 

“Yup, Carm and I had a late night, shall I spare you the details?” I joked and she snorted, pulling up to the drive through. 

“Please- I don’t have to hear it twice.” She paused to put in our order “what does he like?” She asked

“Oh- black with sugar. He’s a weirdo. Thank you- I’ll cashapp you” I told her and she relayed it to the person working the line 

“Don’t worry about it- I’ll be there soon Kay?” She asked and I smiled a bit and nod 

“Sounds good. Love ya drive safe!” I told her 

“Love you!” She replied as I hung up. 

I heard stirring in the bathroom and the toilet flushed, so I headed back over to the bedroom just as Carm lays back down on his side of the bed.

“G’morning lovey” I said softly

“Hey- whats’up why’ya outta bed?” He yawned. My heart ached slightly at the sight of his puffy eyes and red nose from crying so long last night, but mostly the reddening on his cheek.

“Uh- it’s Taylor day- Sadie was coming over but we’re gonna get outta here so you don’t have to listen to us, don’worry” I sit down on my side of the bed. 

“Why?” He asked, wrapping his arms around my waist and tugging me to him. 

“We don’t wanna bug you…” I shrugged a bit. My past boyfriends would sometimes get annoyed about my passion for music- especially Taylor, and Sadie was just as loud and enthusiastic as I was- and especially due to the previous nights events. It wouldn’t surprise me if he’d be feeling snappier then usua & didn’t want to deal with our squealing and excited antics. 

“Why’d you bein’ happy bug me, honey?” He said softly, resting his head on my lap and looking up at me. 

I shrugged, gently playing with his hair. “I dunno… I guess if it’s ok we’ll stay, we’ll make sure t’be quiet cause you need your sleep baby your eyes are exhausted” I said softly, gently running my thumb over the bags under his eyes with my other hand. He sighed contently nuzzling his face in my stomach. 

“Sounds good t’me…Can I ask you somethin’ and you won’t laugh?” He asked, eyes still closed. 

“I’d never laugh at you, baby. Well- except that one time you thought rupaul were 2 different people.” I teased with a giggle and he snorts a laugh 

“Stop it I’m serious. Did that all….really happen? Last night?” He asked and I gently bit my lip. 

“I love you, and your mom is getting help. If that’s what you mean” I said, trying to lead with the good and put the bad as gently as I possibly could. 

He sighed softly “mmhmm.” he muttered, remaining quiet for a little bit. It wouldn’t surprise me at all if he didn’t want to speak any more about it. Considering last night was the first time i’d met his mother- he was likely feeling embarrassed knowing him (which he shouldn’t be) but nonetheless- nothing I could say would remove that shame from him. The shame of being the child of an unhealed alcoholic was a wound that no one or nothing could heal unless she got the help she needed.

“Wait don’t we gotta go get the album or whatever baby? From Target yea?” He peeked up at me. My heart swelled at the fact he remembered that I told him about the little process Sadie and I had when Taylor would release an album. We didn’t go as far as to having a huge party and staying up until midnight how we used to, but we’d both take the day off work & get starbucks before going to target and buying the Vinyl & CD & listening it in her car together while we do a mini road trip and get lunch.

When I’d told him about it- he said it was ‘really sweet’ and that it seemed like a great time, I told him it was and jokingly invited him expecting him to pass- but surprisingly he agreed, & told me he likes hanging out with Sadie and I because we were ‘funny’ which just made me fall in love with him all the more that he enjoys my best friends company how I do.

I shook my head a bit “No carmy. We can just relax- we had a hard night. It can just wait you’re more important” I said gently and he sat up a bit, furrowing his brows slightly.

“No- no, I have therapy at 2 we got time you’ve been wantin’ this baby. I wanna see too what it’s about. All the letters and stuff? Mm? It’ll be fun right?” He rubbed my arm gently. I had been telling him all about the letters Taylor had been posting on her social media in preparation for the album. I  never expected him to be actually listening since I was just rambling on and I know he doesn’t listen to music so I thought he was just letting me go on because he cares about me.

“You really…you really care?” I asked, astonished he would even humor me by tolerating my interests- let alone actually asking questions about them and wanting to learn and participate in them the same way I’d ask him about cooking. 

“What? Yes. Yes, honey, I love listenin’ t’you talk about this stuff. Y’fuckin light up when you do. How could I not like it if it makes you happy?” He asked and I felt tears welling up behind my eyes. 

I hugged him tightly, nuzzling my face in his neck and he wrapped me in a bear hug, laying back on the mattress as I curl myself around him. “Y’think I don’t realize when y’tell me things you’re lookin’ forward to babe?” He asked gently and rubs my back soothingly. 

“I love you. So much” I whispered, blinking away hot stinging tears. “Nd you give such good hugs” I giggled, smiling when I feel him chuckle against me. 

“So you’ve told me” he kissed my temple “Now tell me princess, how do we do this? You said it’s a process hm?” He asked and I smiled big, sitting back and looking at him with my arms wrapped around his neck loosely. 

I knew he wasn’t a particular fan of hers, Carmy wasn’t really a fan of anything. He barely listened to music on his own, but because I listened to music near constantly - he’d gotten well adjusted to something always playing, and it was usually her. He would make it a point to say “ I do really like this one honey what’s it about?” When he’d heard ones he liked while cooking dinner or breakfast for us and of course I’d happily oblige. 

“Uh..” my cheeks heat as he kissed down my jaw and neck “so - we usually listen to the first single separately…” my breath hitches as he stops at my collarbones, tugging the collar of his shirt down over my shoulder easily and biting down gently on the fleshy part. He hummed as if to say ‘go on’ 

“That- would um..be the first track so. Yeah and then we listen to the rest together but like slow- we relisten to the songs over and over, it’s weird” I said, losing my train of thought as he kissed the top of my breast, sucking lightly before pulling away and looking up at me.

“Put it on then mm?” he rested his chin in the hill of my breasts looking up at me with those big blue puppy eyes of his. 

“I’m gonna tell you a lot today but I love you and you’re the best” I kissed his forehead gently and grabbed my phone from the nightstand. 

He smiled a bit, blush creeping across his cheeks. “So since im the best…does that mean we can fool around before Sadie gets here?” he sucked on my neck gently and I scratch his hair gently as I one handedly checked her location. 

“She’s 7 minutes away don’t think so especially since she has a key” I connect my phone to my bluetooth speaker. 

“Mmm” he huffs brattily,  leaning into my touch and closing his eyes.

“Ok, it’s been less then 24 hours, you little pervert- this one’s called Fortnight, A Fortnight if you don’t know is a period of 2 weeks. If you can remember the name of one song from this album before we go to bed I’ll do whatever you want any position at all” I smirked and he looked up at me quickly, like a puppy being asked if they’d like to go on a walk. 

“The mating press one?” he asked and I roll my eyes playfully with a smirk.

“Yes you horny fucker. Now shhh” I kissed his lips gently as I hit play on the song so he couldn’t ask any more questions.

He hummed happily and cupped my cheek with his calloused hand, rubbing his thumb over my cheek sweetly. When he pulled away he said, “The beat is cool” which made me smile big and pull him into another sweet kiss, gently rubbing over the back of his neck.

I gently rested my head on his shoulder as I listened and he snorted a laugh at the line ‘Your wife waters flowers, I want to kill her.’ “She’s so honest about her feelings, it’s refreshing” he mutters and I giggle a bit.

“Well yeah- if I lost you and then you went off and dated someone else and got married and we ended up being neighbors? If you didn’t move i’d fantasize about killing that bitch every day” I laced our fingers together.

He chuckled and shook his head. “Marriage would be completely off the table if you left me, so it’d never happen” He said and I blushed pink, squeezing his hand gently. 

“I’d never leave you, Bear. Ever, you know that. Here let me see hows your cheek baby?” I gently turn his face and bit my lip at the fanned out pink and deep red marks as well as a blotch in the middle of his cheek. 

“Yeah I look fuckin…horrible” he cleared his throat, looking away from my gaze. I shook my head quickly

“Baby-” I swallowed thickly, trying to hold back my tears and maintain an even normal voice. He hated when I cried, it always made him so upset, so the last thing I needed was to make him hurt more then he already was right now. “It looks fine.” I lied “I meant are you hurting? Can I get you some tylenol or something? Want me to ice it for you?” I asked and barely even brushed my finger over it and he winced.

“Ah- don’t” he hissed and I frowned. 

“I’m gonna go get an ice pack love” I got up and went to the freezer. The way he wasn’t fighting on me, meant it really was hurting him- but Carmy is Carmy and wasn’t ever going to complain. But it still bothered me how he would just sit there in pain & not say anything about it so I could take care of him.

I came back to bed with the icepack and gently held it to his face and he sighed in relief. “Thank you angel” He said softly. I paused the song before it could start the next one without Sadie here and kissed his forehead. 

“Of course sweets, I’m gonna get dressed mm?” I said and he hummed in agreement, taking the icepack and holding it to himself, laying back on the bed and sighing softly to himself. 

“So do you have a special Taylor outfit too baby?” he asked as I opened my closet. I smiled a bit, looking through it.

“Kinda- I’m gonna wear my Folklore cardigan” I took it out and tossed it on the bed and he looks at it carefully, dragging his finger over the embroidered stars “Cause that’s what Sadie’s wearin’ so were gonna match” I said and speak of the devil, I heard the door open.

“In here! He’s already up, Oh my god!! ‘My husbands cheating I wanna kill him?!’ Bitch this albums gonna be insane” I called out to herand she came to the bedroom, baring a tray of coffees.

“Stop it’s been on repeat since last night for me, It’s so good!! Hey Carm” she greeted him and goes over, setting the tray on the nightstand and handing him the only hot coffee in the tray.

“Oh-Uh, thanks…” He said shyly. He still hadn’t been able to be out of his shell fully unless it was just us, but he was slowly getting there. His eyes slightly widen as I started stripping and putting on a fresh pair of panties and a bra while Sadie and I continued casually talking.

“Oh the first part about being sent away- literally us” I said causing us both to laugh as I hit play on the song again. 

“First thing I thought when I heard it, oh are we twinning?! Cuutee!!” She said excitedly with a smile.

“So…you just look at eachothers tits?” Carm asked bluntly and Sadie and I both laugh.

“No- weirdo- shes just changing i’m not staring at her. You don’t change in front of your dude friends?” she asked and he shook his head.

“You’ve never changed in front of other dudes?” she asked to which he shook his head again lightly as he held the icepack to his cheek.

“He didn’t play any sports bug” I told her as I jumped and wiggled into my jeans before buttoning them. 

“Ahhh- ok. That tracks, when did you graduate?” she asked him.

“High- High School? Er…” he asked, looking at me nervously before looking back at her. If she’d been a stranger I’d willingly save him from the discomfort of being asked about himself - but it’s healthy for him to branch out and talk to people since he refused to do it himself, and Sadie was more then safe for him to try that with.

“Yeah! I went to Gage Park and graduated in 2012 - same year as Win” she nodded 

“Oh- uh..no I um… I went to Foreman and graduated in 2011” he replied and took a sip of his coffee. “How’d you know?” he motioned to the cup and she shrugged with a smile

“If I said i’m a coffee psychic i’m not sure you’d believe me, your lovely pooh bear has your order memorized,” she said and I rolled my eyes, putting on my deodorant with a small smile.

 “It’d be more impressive if he remembered my order since his is literally just sugar” I said and Sadie grabbed my cup from the nightstand, covering the sticker.

“Boyfriend test! What’s her coffee order?” she teased him and I looked over at him raising my eyebrows playfully.

“Here’s your real test of love” I joked, slipping my cardigan on and grabbing my hairbrush, beginning to detangle my rats nest from not tying it up before I went to sleep. 

He rolled his eyes playfully. “Iced americano, with shots in it depending on how tired she is- and then add vanilla, and extra light with the oatmilk shit, and extra of the cold foam stuff on the top - and cinnamon” he said and Sadie raised her eyebrows in surprise, looking over at me.

“Trained ‘em well” she said and I laughed, pausing my hairbrushing to come give him a well deserved kiss.

“Do I love you yet?” he joked and I giggle, pinching his bicep playfully. 

“Remembered the cinnamon huh?” I kiss the tip of his nose and he pats my bum gently. 

“Yes- can we please turn on the next song now? We’ve heard it 50 times now babe” He asked and I laugh a bit. 

“More like less then 10, but ok lover because I don’t want you sick of us just yet” I hit skip to start playing the next song which was the title track as I sat at my vanity and finished brushing my hair. Sadie came up and put my coffee on the vanity for me, going over to my perfumes and smelling various ones as we listened. 

Came the part of the song where the lyrics were ‘I scratch your head, you fall asleep - like a tattooed golden retriever’ and Sadie and I stared at eachother for a moment before looking at Carmen, then back to eachother and cracking up. She had witnessed many times now when we’d have little dinner party’s with he and Syd when they insisted on cooking for us and showing us a new recipe, he’d work himself so hard that sitting on the couch after everything had been cleaned up when I was gently playing with his hair he’d fall asleep in my lap and miss them leaving. 

“Hey- What! What’s funny?” he asked, not even realizing the lyrics we were laughing at, not having been paying attention like we were and he puts his coffee down. “Tell me! Tell me what did I do?” He whined a bit with a slight pout, how he usually did when he realized he’d missed a joke and I laughed at his adorable childlike tiny tantrum.

“Nothin’ - Taylor had a little tattooed golden retriever too I guess” I shrugged and he put the icepack down, confused. 

“Hell’s that mean?” he asked and came over to me, watching as I put on my eyeliner. 

“It means you’re cute and have nice energy, baby” I said before resuming to carefully draw a sharp wing.

“Mm” he grumbled how he did when he didn’t understand me but was just deciding to let it go. “How long will this take? I wanted you t’try that sauce i’m makin’ when we get back” he kissed the top of my head lightly as I paused to shake the pen so more ink would go to the tip.

“Not long, Bear. We’ll be back with plenty of time to try your sauce, yeah? Go shower baby” I said, leaning into the mirror as I start my other eye. 

“Kay…y’look pretty” he said softly and rested his hand on the desk, leaning. I smiled a bit 

“Thank you, you’re hovering, lovey. Did you want a kiss?” I puckered my lips and his cheeks redden in response as he leans down and kisses my lips. 

“Thank you” he muttered 

“Baby you can ask me for loves when Sadies here, shes not gonna judge you” I assured him and she looks up from her phone.

“What?” she replied, clearly not having paid attention. 

“See” I assure him and rub his chest just above his belly gently. “Make sure you dont let your face hit the hot water ok lovey?” I ask and he nodded a bit. It was more than clear that last nights events were causing him to be much clingier and wanting of physical touch which was more then normal after something like that, especially for him. The last time he’d had a big blowout fight with his mom, he’d not even wanted me to go to the bathroom alone - his mind was absolutely a prison in times like this, and me being near made it easier to manage. 

“Mm i’ll be careful” he said and went to the bathroom, shutting the door since Sadie was here and preoccupying Sephy so she wouldn’t feel the need to go and scratch.

“So…How was like- after” Sadie asked when she heard the water start. I cleared my throat, nervously stretching my back and shaking my eyeliner pen some more. 

“Not much. He’s not a talker, made sure he knew I was here. He cried a little, it’s better then nothing. He’s seeing his therapist.” I told her and she nods a bit, looking at me in the mirror. 

“His sister was a mess too, like- her husband had to drop her kids off at his parents house so they wouldnt see the rest of it. She kinda bitched me out when I opened the laundry room by mistake, Syd said she didn’t mean it, though” she picked at her nails nervously.

“She didn’t, Sadie. Natalie really is one of the nicest people. His family is just…” I sighed. “She said it was like this before their brother, but- now its like…no love left. Like he was the main string that tied the family all together and now that he’s gone- it’s impossible to be together. My therapist says that a tragedy like that either breaks a family or brings them closer together- Chris broke mine too, so I don’t blame them. I wasn’t strong enough - er…my family wasn’t strong enough, either.” I explained and she shook her head.

“No way, Win. You’re so strong, and so, so smart. It wasn’t your job- it was your familys job.” She said and I sighed softly, finishing up my eyeliner. I wanted to believe her - but something in me couldn’t help but feel weak at the fact I had no family left that bothered to speak to me other then my Grandma, and I had Carmy and his family right in front of me in dire need of help and I’m not even the one hurting this time- and I still cant save him from them. 

I’m pulled from my thoughts by Carm’s phone ringing - “Hand it please” I requested since Sadie was laying on my side of the bed, she leaned over and grabbed the phone before reaching out to me and handing it over. 

Natalie's name flashed on the screen and I slid it, to answer putting the phone to my ear.  “Carmy? Mom had a seizure last night apparently- uh…they’re saying she has some…some- disease from drinking? Please- how fast can you get here? I really don’t wanna do this by myself…”

➵ 𝐍𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫

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Doubts Put to Rest

A/N: Hello Everyone! This is my first ever Suits story. I hope you enjoy. I have an OC I'm working on and I'm excited to post it.

Fandom Prompt #15: "Welcome to the real world. It sucks. You're gonna love it."

Summary: Y/n Specter is Harvey's younger sister and has been an associate at Pearson Hardman for three months. After the last case she had helped Harvey with, a threat of her being fired is going around. Donna and Mike try to help, but ultimately, only her brother can put her mind at ease... even if he is part of the problem.

Character: Harvey Specter, Donna Paulsen, Mike Ross, mentions Jessica Pearson

Warnings: language

Word Count: 1,565

*gif is not mine*

"Yes, exactly. They'll never know what hit them."

Harvey swivels in his chair, facing the two sources to his headache. "Why are the two puppies so excited about today?" He asks the two associates.

Y/n Specter rolls her eyes at her brother. The annoying pet name became Harvey's favorite since she started working at Pearson Hardman.

"I don't think he's ready for the truth." Mike teases, a smirk forming at the corner of his lips as he looks at his partner in crime.

Y/n doesn't even try to hide her smirk. "I agree. Maybe we should just run it by Jessica. I'm sure she would agree with us."

Mike's eyes widen. He shakes his head in warning, trying to be inconspicuous. He should've told the young girl that Harvey is in one of his moods and they shouldn't push too hard… especially on the subject of one Jessica Pearson.

Y/n immediately regrets her words when Harvey stands to his feet, any amusement he had completely gone.

"How about instead of wasting my time, you tell me what the fuck you found." He's not shouting, but he's not far from it.

Mike immediately spills their idea, working with Harvey long enough to know when to push and when to back off.

"Put it in writing and bring it to me by the end of the day." He orders as he settles back into his chair, his focus turning to his laptop. A clear sign of dismissal.

The two associates quickly leave the older man's office.

"Why would you say that?" Donna scolds, not even pretending she wasn't listening to their conversation.

Y/n shrugs her shoulders. "He wasn't in that bad of a mood this morning." She tries to defend herself. She has to be in a certain mood to even think about attempting to piss off her brother. "What happened in between this morning and now? We're going to win the case."

Donna's scolding glare turns to the other headache. "You didn't tell her?"

Y/n immediately notices how Mike turns on the puppy eyes. She rolls her eyes, no wondering Harvey always calls him a puppy. "Tell me what?"

She watches as her brother's secretary and associate have a staring contest, waiting for one of them to cave.

She may be an associate at Pearson Hardman, but Jessica made it clear to Harvey that his sister is not at his beck and call. She is to be available for other partners, just like the other associates. 

And she prefers it that way. This case had more work and Mike asked for her help.

Just as she assumed, Mike is the first to cave.

"After the last case, Jessica started questioning whether or not it's a good idea to let you work here. She chewed Harvey out for punching that lawyer."

"It's not my fault Harvey feels the need to protect me... no matter how many times I tell him he doesn't need to."

"Oh honey, you know Harvey will always protect you. Even when he doesn't need to, he will."

Y/n can't deny Donna's words. Harvey has always been overprotective of those he cares about. That will never change. She just wishes he would butt out. "So Jessica wants me gone."

"She doesn't want to fire you, but she's starting to believe she's going to have to pick between the two of you and-"

"And there's no way she'll pick the kid sister over her own protégé." Y/n shakes her head. She knew working here was a bad idea. This is her brother's firm, not hers. She wanted it to be both, but it can't be. She's second. 

And second choice never gets picked by the best.

"He told Jessica if you go, he goes." Mike tells her, his voice barely above a whisper as a paralegal passes by.

She snaps her eyes closed. No matter how old, how successful she is... she'll always be a headache for her brother. A nuisance he's been stuck with since their father passed.

"I don't pay you to sit around and gossip like school girls with Donna. Get to work." Harvey snaps.

Mike huffs as he turns on his heel and heads for the bullpen, but Y/n stays where she is, her eyes bravely staring right back at the raging bull.

The siblings stare silently at each other, making Donna bit her lower lip in dread. This could end very badly if she doesn't interfere soon. "Come on, Y/n. You can help me make copies while you wait for Mike."

Y/n breaks eye contact, forcing them to meet the redhead's. "Sure, Donna."

"No."

The two women freeze. Donna tries to catch Harvey's gaze but it's solely on his sister.

Y/n's stomach drops when Harvey gesture with his raised hand for her to come into his office. Maybe he's decided it will be better if she leaves. Maybe he realized he's tired of having her around. Maybe he wants her completely out of his life.

No. That's ridiculous. Harvey loves her. He may not always say 'I love you' but he shows it. Y/n has never questioned his love for her. Not until now.

But Harvey has never been in this position; to have to pick between his beloved law firm or his sister. Y/n knows how much this firm means to Harvey. She refuses to be the reason it's taken from him.

So with her head held high and her mind made up, Y/n strides into his office; ignoring the questioning raised eyebrow he sends Donna's way.

Standing in front of his desk, she waits for Harvey to sit, before she begins speaking. "I'm officially giving my two weeks notice."

The slight amusement that was starting to rise, drops like a cannonball. Harvey had seen that determined look many times before, mostly when Y/n was in her teens. The look is classic stubborn Specter glare and it brought back memories. Memories of Y/n stating her case on why she should go camping with her friends with no adults. Or when she was determined that she wasn't too sick to go to the courthouse to watch Harvey win against an old rival before throwing up the three crackers she ate thirty minutes beforehand.

But he never thought the girl would use that look to quit... to give up.

"What did you just say to me?"

"I'm not going to let you give up your job for me."

"Who said I was giving up my job?" At her fallen expression, Harvey quickly tries to explain. "Y/n, dammit, I didn't mean that I was picking my job over you. Neither one of us are leaving. You hear me? I'm not letting you quit and I'm not letting Jessica fire anyone. We're staying."

Y/n lets go of her fake fearless act, letting her legs give out as she plops down into the chair directly behind her. "H-How?"

"Because I'm the best damn closer the world has ever seen."

Y/n groans, her eyes rolling into the back of her head. "I fucking hate that answer."

"Welcome to the real world. It sucks." Harvey chuckles when that gets him another eye roll. "Don't worry. You're gonna love it."

"Already do."

Y/n lets the comfortable silence fall over them; glad the tension is gone.

She wants to drop it, but she needs to know. "Did Jessica really want me gone?"

Harvey shakes his head, the smile disappearing. "Dammit Mike." He mutters under his breath before turning his focus back to his sister. "Jessica was angry with me. We had to settle with the lawyer I punched. She was pissed and made threats she didn't mean. Jessica would never fire you. She loves you."

Y/n chews on his words, the hurt she was feeling towards the managing partner disappearing into the abyss. But she's not fully satisfied. "Jessica is still angry with you?"

Harvey swallows his pride. He refuses to admit it, but Y/n is one (if not the only) person Harvey is willing to put his pride aside for. "I apologized and I've been assigned two pro bono cases; one for each month."

Y/n can't hold back the smile. Jessica really knows how to hit Harvey where is hurts.

Harvey points an accusing finger at her, his eyebrows raised high. "And that look just cost you dearly. I'm assigning them to you."

Y/n's smile immediately falls. "Aww, come on, Harvey. You know Mike loves that shit. Why don't you give it to him?"

"Because then I can't punish him for blabbing his mouth to you and Donna about Jessica."

"I'll tell Jessica you pawned the case off to me." She ignores the fact that she sounds just like a five year old.

Harvey smirks. "No, you won't."

Y/n crosses her arms over her chest. "Oh yeah? And what's stopping me?"

She tries to ignore the anxiety building in the pit of her stomach. She never trusts Harvey when he has that look. A look so mischievous, the possibilities of what he is thinking are endless.

"I know you and Rachel stole Jessica tea set one night and had you own little tea party."

Y/n's jaw drops. There's only one person who knew about that besides the two woman there.

"Donna!"

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