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ꜱᴜɢᴀʀ ᴅᴀᴅᴅʏ | ᴠᴏx x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ | ʜᴀᴢʙɪɴ ʜᴏᴛᴇʟ

ɴᴏᴛᴇꜱ: (MDNI) hii!!!! hope u like :] I WORKED LIKE A DOGGG DAY AND NIGHT ON THIS!!! ahhh :) im proud. also Amelie is pronounced

Ah-Mel-Eee for anyone wondering.

ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: You're an employee at VoxTech who's struggling to make ends meet to support yourself, as well as your daughter Amelie. One day, your sitter cancels and your left with no option other than to bring Amelie to work with you. She escapes your cubicle and blabbers to Vox about your financial troubles, giving Vox the opportunity to propose a deal— a deal in which your financial worries would be cast aside for certain services.

ᴄᴡ: NSFW!, money in exchange for sex, idk vox being a pathetic dick

ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ: 6,131

"Shit!" you exclaim as you throw your phone onto the couch. The babysitter you had relied on each day to watch your 4-year-old daughter had canceled at the last minute. Something about "too much work for too little pay". Since when were hell-born teens so picky about their source of income?

Your daughter, Amelie, giggles as you cuss. She runs circles around the living room, repeating the cuss word emphatically, "Shit! Shit shit shit shit shit-". "No, Amelie," you drag a hand down your tense expression, "don't say that.". Amelie continues her relentless cussing, pacing circles around you as she laughs and yells. Gently catching her from her unabated loop of running around you, you lift her up and settle her onto your hip.

Amelie smiles as you hold her, her small, energetic form squirming in your arms. A weak hum escapes your lips. Despite the exhaustion and stress you felt, your daughter never failed to bring a smile to your face, "How would you like to come to work with me, love?". Amelie nods and claps her hands excitedly, "Yay!".

A knot forms in your stomach on the way to work, growing tighter and tighter with each passing moment. Not only was bringing your kid to work considered unprofessional, but possibly fireable where you work. Vox, your boss, wasn't exactly known for being understanding.

You heard horror stories from your co-workers about the ruthless tyrant CEO of Voxtech; people being fired for taking too many bathroom breaks, innocent employees being yelled at just so Vox could get out his anger- The things you heard come forth from your memory and play on loop in your brain. Meanwhile, Amelie's kicking around in the car seat, asking why your "face is sad". "Nothing, sweetheart, keep playing with your toys," you say, pulling into your designated parking spot.

Once you're out of the car, you unbuckle Amelie from her carseat and hold her tightly against her side. As you make your way to your bosses office, you grow nauseous at your impending meeting. Surely Vox wouldn't scold you in front of your own child? Right?

Maybe you should leave Amelie at your desk- Just as you think to do so, it's too late and your already using your back to push open the door's to Vox's office. You set Amelie down once the two of you reach the large walkway surrounded by techy sharks below.

Amelie's little hands clutch at your legs upon seeing the large beasts beside her feet. "Don't worry, honey, they won't hurt you," you reassure her with a soft pat to her head. With Amelie glued to your side, the two of you approach the circular platform where your flat screened boss sat.

"M-Mr. Vox?" you squeak hesitantly, eliciting Vox to spin around his chair to you. "Yes?" he groans under his breath, his eyes narrowing in on the little version of you hiding behind your legs. Amelie giggles as their eyes meet, her once shy and fearful demeanor fading away. Her eyes widen and she springs out from behind you, pointing directly at Vox, "MOMMY LOOK THAT GUY HAS A TV HEAD!!!!".

You internally screamed, you were fucked. "No no no, Amelie! It's not nice to point!" you scoop her up into her arms as you chide her. Vox clears his throat, interrupting your reproach, "Did you just come in here so your child could insult me?".

You turn your attention back to him, "No, sir, I uhm, just wanted to apologize. My baby sitter cancelled on me this morning a-and I couldn't find anyone to watch her and this is incredibly unprofessional I know but she'll stay in my cubicle and not make a peep I swear-!". Your words come out in a frenzied jumbled mess, the pace at which you say your words was frantic and almost unintelligible.

Vox holds up a hand, signaling to pause your nonsensical apology. "Pause. Speak slowly, explain why it," he gestures to Amelie with a disgusted expression, "is here.". You furrow your eyebrows at his repulsed state, moving in front of Amelie to hide her behind you, "My daughter is here because my sitter cancelled. I'm really sorry Mr. Vox... I-I promise she won't be a bother. This wont happen again.".

Swiveling his chair back to face his monitors, he sighs, "It better not. Go.". "Thank you sir!" you swiftly grab Amelie and take her to your desk. __

"Alright, Amelie," you set up a play mat on the floor of your cubicle and sit her on it, "stay here and play with your toys, okay? Do not go anywhere, Mommy will be busy for awhile until my lunch break.". Amelie nods and busies herself with the array of dolls around her.

In the next hour or so, you become fixated on your work, momentarily forgetting about the tot playing on the floor beside your feet. Amelie grew bored. So bored in fact that she decided she wanted to explore! Normally, she would've bugged you. But, she sensed your stress,so naturally she took matters into her own hands.

Amelie dawdles off around the office, peeking at each of the overworked employees clacking away on their computers. She roams around the office until eventually, she finds herself back in front of Vox's office. Pushing her little body against the heavy door, she wriggles into the office and quickly speed-walks across the walkway.

Vox is laser focused on the plethora of monitors before him, not noticing the pitter patter of small feet across his office. Once Amelie reaches Vox’s desk, her eyes are immediately drawn to the various bright screens, a bit disappointed to find that it’s just some boring words that she can’t read yet. She tries to reach a monitor and play on it, but she’s too short. Frustrated, she tugs on Vox’s pant leg.

“What the-“ Vox snaps out of his work trance and notices the little girl beside him, “what are you doing here? Didn’t your mom tell you to stay with them?”. Amelie shrugs, “got bored. do you have games on your phone??”. Vox’s eyes narrow, his tone cold and flat, “No.”.

“what abouttt cartoons!” Amelie lights up at the prospect only for Vox to shut her down, “No.”. “but u have so many-“. “No,” he interrupts.

“What about games on ur computer?”

“No.”

“What about-“

Vox snaps at her, spinning his chair to fully face her. He leans down and points a sharp cyan claw at her, “Listen kid! I’ve got shit to do okay? So go back to your mom and be quiet!”. its quiet for a split second, eliciting a soft smile from Vox until-

sniffle

Vox’s eyes widen as he realizes what’s about to happen, “No no don’t-“. Amelie bursts into tears, her loud sobs filling the large room, “Y-you yelled at meeeeee!”. “Kid don’t do that,” he tries to calm her, feeling out of place when it comes to “caring” for children, “c’mon don’t cry! Fucking- I’ll let you watch cartoons if you stop making that awful noise!”.

Right as he says that, her tears stop and she looks up at Vox with big hopeful eyes, “Really? Yay!”. An exhausted sigh escapes his lips while picking up Amelie and setting her on the arm of his chair, “Yes, no more of that crying shit.”. “Okay no more crying shit!!!” she says gleefully as he turns on some VoxTech brand cartoon. You are so getting fired after this.

He tries to go back to work, but is easily distracted by Amelie’s giggling every few seconds. At least she isn’t crying and bugging him anymore. As always, Amelie got bored after watching the same bland cash grab cartoons on repeat. She huffs to signal she's bored, her nose scrunching frustratedly as Vox ignores her.

She shifts closer to Vox, her little head peering over at the monitors he's working on, "What you doing?". "Working," he responds flatly, continuing to clack away at his keyboard, "Didn't I say no talking once your cartoons were on?". Amelie giggles and shakes her head, "No! You said no crying!".

An agitated groan escapes Vox's lips, his hand comes up from his keyboard to rub his temples, "Oh my God-". "So you're mommy's boss?" Amelie asks, swinging her feet happily. "Yes, I'm your mothers boss." Vox responses are absent minded, not caring what the answers are, "Don't you have school or something? Why are you here?". Shaking her head, her smile contorts into a flat line, her expression almost a bit saddened, "No, I've never been to school.". The clacking of the keyboard stops, his fingers pausing as Amelie reveals her lack of schooling, "You're not in school? What the hell is your mother even doing?".

"Well," Amelie begins, "Mommy said that some people can go to school and some people can't, and we can't. But its okay I get to spend more time playing!". Vox's mouth is agape, his face seemingly saying 'are you serious?', "So, you don't get any form of education?". She shakes her head once more, "No, mommy teaches me on her days off, but she doesn't have many...".

"We don't have enough money to go anyways, it's okay," Amelie looks off into the distance for a minute. Ouch, Vox's once judgmental look turns into one of guilt. So you weren't a shitty mom, you just had a shitty job. Yikes. "Your mother told you this?". "No, I heard her talking to her friend on the phone when she thought I was asleep.".

A soft chuckle escaped Vox's lips, "You're kind of a sneaky little bastard.". Amelie giggles and swings her feet off the arm rest, "Ya! Sneaky bastard!". "Don't repeat that," Vox chides, "what else does your mother say...?". "She says, uhmmm," Amelie swings her feet faster as she thinks, "that she's stressseddd for the bills— and she calls daddy a fuck wad!". "Your mother has quite the colorful vocabulary," he says, his eyebrows furrowed as he contemplates the information told to him, "tell me more about your dad, the uh-". "Fuckwad!" Amelie finishes his sentence gleefully. "Sure, that. How come he doesn't help out?" he pries, slumping in his chair slightly to meet her eye to eye.

A lazy shrug bounces Amelie's shoulders, a pout forming while her eyes are fixed on the ground, "Dunno, I never saw him.". That struck a chord with Vox. Growing up on Earth, Vox's parental situation was less then ideal. Despite his expensive taste and abundance of wealth, Vox didn't have much growing up.

He lived in an out of motels up until he was 18 with little to no supervision, although he was better off unsupervised. His mother was out of the picture, and his father was extremely physically and verbally abusive toward Vox. He often came home drunk and unannounced, searching the house for Vox who would hide to avoid his fathers drunken rage. After years of torment, he fled his home at 18 and started a questionable life for himself.

As the memories of his troubled childhood flood his mind, Vox finds himself transported back to his early years on earth... The fear he once felt now coming back to him, the sting after his father strikes him across the cheek still fresh on his skin... He closes his eyes and takes a deep breath, his hand gently squeezing Amelies shoulder, "Kid, believe me when I tell you you're not missing out. Fathers are... overrated.". He grimaces as he utters that last word, a colossal understatement to the pain he was forced to endure.

A few hours had passed since you had started working, a cramp forming in your back as you sat slumped in your chair for the past 3 hours. Just as you become cognizant of all the aches and stiffness of your bones, the time in the corner of your computer strikes "1:00". Lunch time, finally. You arch your back against the chair as you reach your arms over your head, eliciting your joints to crack and muscles to stretch, "Amelie, let's go get something to eat, darling.". No response. "Amelie?" you turn your head to the side, dolls are laying on the floor motionless on the floor with no Amelie playing with them. You dart out of your seat, your chair falling down from the abrupt movement. "AMELIE?!" your voice bellows through the office, your coworkers heads turning as you make a scene.

You frantically search the area —checking both bathrooms, asking your co workers if they had seen them, and triple checking every nook and cranny she could possibly be. That's when it dawned on you, "Oh no.". You stare at the blue circular VoxTech door, the dread in you manifesting itself as a stomach ache.

"I guess, I just wish mommy spent more time at home," Amelie confesses, her eyes fixated on her lap. "And why doesn't she?" Vox asks, his tone much softer than before. "She always here!" Oh.

Vox winced slightly, before defending himself pridefully "Well, your mother offers to stay overtime so-". Her head tilts, "Whats ova-time?". "Right, your a child," Vox mutters, "Overtime is where you work more to get more money.". "Well why donchu just give her more money any way! That would solve everything! I could get new toys and school and and and-".

Amelies words ring through his mind, her rambling fading off in the background as he contemplates her words. He couldn't just give you more money, hell no... but, maybe instead of overtime you could offer him something else...

Vox's thoughts are cut short but the door slamming open. He whips his head around and sees you running down the aisle yelling "Amelie!". "Mommy!" she yells back happily, hopping off the arm rest and running into your arms. Once you reunite, you lift her up in your arms and hold her tightly, "Please don't run away from me like that again... I was worried sick that my beautiful little girl was gone!. "Okay mommy," Amelie muffles into your chest. "Ahem" Vox interrupts the sincere reunion, his cold gaze falling on you. "Right," you set Amelie down, "Honey, go wait by the door okay?". You hoped that was far enough for her not to here the impending yelling and scolding you were about to receive. Amelie nods and makes her way across the pathway quickly, waiting for you by the door. "Sir I am so-". "Stop," he cuts you off sternly, "Your daughter was in here for the past TWO hours harassing me for cartoons...". "I know and I-". "I'm not finished!" he cuts you off again, "And while it was annoying, to say the least, you're not in trouble.". Your body relaxes at his words, thank God. "But," he begins, "I will need you to find a sitter tonight.". "I think I can make that work," you say, assuming he had you working overtime for free— which sucked but hey, at least you're not fired. "Great," he swivels his large chair back to face his desk, "a limo will be waiting to pick you up outside of your house around 7, don't be late.". Your eyebrows furrow, "I-Im sorry late for what?". "For dinner of course!" he spins his chair back to face you. "Wear something nice,” his smile falters and he cocks an eyebrow at you, his expression skeptical and a bit judgmental, “You do have something nice to wear, right?". "Uh- Yeah. I do-" "Great!" he beams, an exaggerated grin plastered across his screen, "see you then!". "I- Okay?" you hesitantly turn away and make your way to Amelie. What the fuck was that? Amelie reaches for your hand and holds it, "Did I get you in trouble?". "No sweetheart," you look down at her and smile softly, "don't worry about it."

__ You spend your lunch break hanging out with your daughter at the VoxDonalds in the lobby, watching her play with her free Velvette standee that came in her Happy Meal and enjoying the time you had with your daughter. Once you returned to work, you made sure to keep an eye on Amelie. You couldn't risk her running away from you again and earning yourself another migraine.

As you go through the motions of your work day, you find it hard to focus with the lingering thoughts of Vox's proposal. Getting picked up by some random person in a limo and going off to wherever the fuck? Jesus, this sounds like some shit you'd hear on Dateline. You suppose you'll cross that strange bridge when you get to it, for now you have to focus on getting a sitter... and figuring out what to wear. Fuck.

You had totally lied about having something nice to wear. The only things you owned were ill-fitting dresses that you wore before your pregnancy, you doubted they would fit over your changed body. Your work pant suit was the nicest thing you owned at the moment. In your defense, its hard to shop when your taking care of a 4 old and besides, the prices these days were outrages.

You had gotten home at 5:30, giving you only an hour and a half to find a sitter and look presentable for where ever you were going. Thankfully, your sister was able to take care of her for the day and picked Amelie up for a "fun night at Auntie Marie's house" at 6:15. You prayed that Marie would listen to your sugar intake warning and not call you all suprised when Amelie’s bouncing off the walls.

Once you got that out of the way, you were forced to confront your apparel issue. You filtered in an out of your closet for 20 minutes, hoping something new would appear and be perfect for the occasion. But each time you walked back in your closet, you were met with disappointment.

You put the issue aside for now and focus on your hair and makeup. Your hair was lightly curled into subtle waves, cascading down your head beautifully. And while you weren’t exactly a makeup guru, you thought you did pretty damn well with the crappy drugstore brands! And hey, you still have- TEN MINUTES LEFT?! YOU’RE FUCKED!

You sprint to your closet and dip your fingers in between each hanger, praying something would work out. Your hand stops at a classic LBD with lace around the bustier, maybe this will work if you put tights underneath?? Grabbing a pair of shear stockings, you jump into them and throw the dress over your head. Your eyes scan over your body. The once fitting dress was much tighter than you remember, your new curves stretch the fabric and the swell of your breast peaks out of the lace clad bustier. You cover your face in your hands and groan, “I look like such a slut…”.

7:00pm

Honk Honk

The sudden noise draws you away from your anxiety. You turn your head to the side and go to your window. As you push the blinds aside, a sleek navy limo with a voxtech logo appears outside your house. “Shit, shit, shit!” you exclaim, running to slip on a pair of black stilettos and grabbing your purse. Phone, keys, wallet, mace- You’re all set!

You b-line it to your front door and walk out. A chauffeur greets you. “Evening, Ms. L/N,” he grabs the car handle and opens it, his arm extended as a gesture for you to come in. “Oh, thank you,” you smile at the chauffeur and get in, careful to hold your dress in the back so you didn’t flash the poor man.

The car ride was 10, maybe 15, minutes from your apartment. Wherever you were going was located in the nice side of the entertainment district, which wasn’t too far from your work. Your eyes were glued to the window as you watched all the glitz and glamour of the posh restaurants, watching as sinners dressed in beautiful and elegant clothing were escorted inside by their much younger looking partners.

For you, this was a glimpse of the life you never had, the life you yearned for in your early years. Though you gawk over the sites, you wouldn’t trade what you had right now for the world— it's fun to pretend to have this life just for a night!

The limo pulls over onto the sidewalk a few blocks over at an elegant ocean themed restaurant. Your in awe at the luxurious building before you before heading in. Once you enter, you walk through an arched hallway made entirely of glass. Encased in the glass were a variety of sea creatures that swam along the archway beside you. You reach your hand out to the glass as you walk, a hell-phin swimming alongside your hand happily. A smile crosses your face before quickly fading as the dolphin swims out of site once the glass archway ends.

You walk up to the hostess and smile, "Hi, I'm meeting a uh- friend- here.". The a pretty succubus demon looks up, the black painted corners of their lips curling as they sees you, "Ah, Ms. L/N! Right this way!". They turn on their heels and walk into the booming restaurant. You follow behind them and admire the elegant high-class demons enjoying their time with their lavish clothes and food. As you look around, you spot Vox up ahead in a corner booth, he doesn't see you yet. His gaze is uninterested and cold, fiddling with the cuffs on his suit with his cyan claws.

The hostess reaches the booth and gestures for you to sit, "Enjoy your dinner you two!". You sit across from him, giving the hostess a polite smile as they hand you a menu, "Thank you.". Vox's ever-present showman grin is plastered on as he's met face to face with you, "Glad you could make it!". "You look," he scans you up and down, his smile twitching slight, "greeeaaat!". You cringe. That was probably the worst reaction you could've imagined, "Thaankss....".

He clears his throat, "Anything on the menu interest you?". "Uhhh," you glance back at the menu, the absurd prices catching your eye. The only thing you could even remotely afford was maybe one non-alcoholic drink. "It's on me!" he waves his menu in the air enticingly. "You don't have to do that," you insist, setting the menu aside. He waves his hand dismissively and chuckles, "Oh, but I do! I invited you so I should be the one to pay. Besides, I know what I pay my employees and well its far too expensive for-". Vox stops mid sentence once he notices your unamused expression, your eyebrows furrowed and your eyes were staring daggers at him. He pulls on his shirt collar awkwardly, "Okay, bad joke.". His elbows rest on the table and he leans forward, putting a stop to the "showman" facade, "I suppose I should just get into why I called you here today. You see, Amelie, told me some interesting things earlier-".

"Oh god," you reach your hand up and bring it up to cover the side of your face, "what did she tell you?". Vox chuckles, "Well, she told me about her "fuckwad" absent father— your words according to her, not mine— and how she isn't enrolled in a school because of your financial situation? Is that correct?".

You're going to have to have a talk with Amelie about "sharing personal info" when you get home, "Uh, well, yes-.". "Good, I have a proposal for you," he sighs deeply, "you see, I work a lot as an overlord and I don't get a lot of, how should I put this? Intimacy.". Your eyes widen, he better not be going where you think he's going with this.

He continues, "And I think we could kill two birds with one stone here, if you were to offer intimate services with me in exchange for money then-". "Ex-fucking-scuse me?!" you yell, drawing the attention of other people around you. Your hand reaches into your bag and holds the mace protectively. You collect yourself for a moment as to not cause a scene, "I-I may be in a rough financial position but if you really want to help you could increase my wages instead of soliciting me like I'm some kind of- hooker!!".

"Five thousand," he states flatly.

"Sorry, what?" "Five. thousand," he repeats "you need this more than me. Think of everything you could do with that money. Amelies education would be paid for, you wouldn't have to work as hard, and you'd be able to spend more time with your daughter.”. Shit. He had a point. You bit your lip as you considered the insane proposal. On one hand, you'd have to have sex with your boss. Gross. On the other hand... you could give Amelie the life she deserves, the life you yearned to give her.

"...Nobody can know," you respond, your tone wavering slightly. "Fine by me, doll" he extends a hand, "so, do we have a deal?". Your trembling hand releases the mace and reaches out to shake his, "Deal.". You really hoped you were making the right decision here. You'd do anything for Amelie, and if this was gonna give her everything you hoped you'd be able to give her, then so be it.

"So, when do these "sessions" start," you ask apprehensively. Vox cocks an eyebrow, "How long do you have the sitter for?". "Until tomorrow afternoon-". "Great," he grins, his posture straightening out confidently, "We'll have dinner then head back to my place, you'll be home before the sitter comes.". "Oh yeah I uhm, I guess that works, out," you weren't expecting it all to happen so soon, but alas, you made a commitment. For Amelie. __ You two spend some time together at dinner, ordering fancy drinks and food and making polite conversation. It wasn't a terrible date (if you could even call it that), but you couldn't help but fear for the night ahead. Never in a million years would you have imagined you'd be having sex with Vox. He wasn't terrible looking, but it was just weird! A chill went down your spine at the thought of your eventual hooking up.

Not to mention the fact that you hadn't had sex since you were pregnant with Amelie. That's four years! You were nervous like a virgin... and honestly a bit insecure over your post-pregnancy body.

Vox pays for the outrageously expensive dinner like it was nothing and guides you outside to where a chauffeur is waiting by the limo. You sit down in the limo and he plops himself right beside you, his large hand grabbing your thigh, rubbing his thumb across it gently.

Your breath hitches slightly as your legs instinctively tighten together. "Relax," he says, his voice low and gravelly, "nothing's going to happen in the limo.". His words did relax you a bit, for now, but the intimacy part of the night was still yet to come. __ Once you arrive at the V-Tower, Vox guides you to his penthouse at the top floor of the tower, his hand resting on the small of your back the whole way. You walk in and are met with a beautifully lavish and techy apartment; floor to ceiling windows, sleek furniture, and, of course, a ton of technology. "Beautiful place," you say softly. "Thanks," he grabs your purse and sets it on the kitchen island. He slowly walks toward you again, stalking toward you like a predator to his prey. Grabbing your hips, he pulls you flush against him. Before you can act, he captures your lips in a kiss. His lips were soft, surprisingly. Instead of having a TV glass-like quality like you assumed it would, his lips were fleshy and tender. Feeling Vox's soft lips pressed against your own, you allow yourself to get lost in the moment, savoring the sensation of you bodies intertwined. He deepens the kiss, his tongue darting out to tease yours. As your tongues slide against each other, your stomach starts to flutter, the heat between your thighs building up. His hands greedily grasp at your hips as he kisses you desperately, holding onto you tightly as if you'd leave if he let you go. He pulls you closer against him, his erection strained against his pants and poking your stomach. As if your hips had a mind of their own, you grind against his throbbing cock. You gasp softly against his lips, your muffled surprise coming out as a moan-like noise.

Vox's cock twitches against your stomach, the movement coming from you causing him to momentarily pause his kisses. His hold on you gets tighter, his voice low and possessive, "Enough, I'm not paying you to fucking tease me. Let's go.". Without another word, he strides off to the bedroom, turning back in the doorway to see still you standing in the kitchen, "What are you doing? Let's go.". His voice is commanding and almost fed-up, like you were just supposed to know to follow him like some puppy dog! You take a deep breath and repeat a soothing mantra that's gotten you through a lot, "For Amelie, for Amelie, for Amelie...". It’ll all be worth it to see her smile… With a sigh, you follow him into the bedroom. Once your in, his hands return to its place on your hips. His figure looms over your smaller one as the two of you stare into each others eyes. It wasn’t exactly romantic, but rather thoughtful. He gave you a desperate look that made you realize, he needed this just as much as you did.

With that, you wrap your arms around his neck and press your lips tenderly against his, earning a pleased hum from Vox. His eyes were furrowed shut as you kissed, his hands snaking up to your face and kiss you deeper.

Vox broke the kiss with a gasp, his forehead falling forward to rest against yours. His eyes were partially closed, his digital pupils blown wide with need as he stared down at you. You could feel the pounding of your heart against your ribcage, feeling the blood rushing through your veins with a fervor you hadn't felt in a long time.

A sharp cyan claw extends out to your dress, tracing the delicate lace materials along your breast. "Alright," he pats your breast, "off.". "R-right," you stutter, a bit lightheaded from the heated moment the two of you shared.

While he busies himself with taking off his intricately layered suit, you work on undressing yourself. You step out of your heels and peel off your sheer black stockings. As you undress, you can't help but let your eyes wander to Vox's undressed form. He was rather lanky, with lean arms and a slim waist you swore your hand could easily wrap around.

Once your dress was off, the two of you were left in only underwear. The air was tense, and a bit awkward. The two of you just stared at each other like teenage virgins. You fought off a cringe. Vox sighs, "Cmon, don't just stand there. I'm paying good money for this.". Oh fuck him.

You roll your eyes so hard they almost come out of your head. "As you wish, sir," you mutter sarcastically, walking towards the bed. "Don't be a brat," his words punctuated with a light static. He comes up from behind you and bends you over the bed, one hand grabbing your thigh while the other tears a hole in your underwear with his claw. "Hey!" you look back at him, "you could've just taken them off!".

"Relax," he drags his fingers teasingly along your the open slit in your underwear, just barely ghosting your wet sensitive flesh, "I'll buy you a new pair, hell, I'll buy you a hundred.". His claw tears the underwear so that it falls to the floor in pieces, he scoffs at the ripped strips of underwear, "Where did you buy this piece of crap? The dollar store?". "Shut up and get on with it!" you bark at him after the embarrassingly true call out.

"Fine," Vox hooks his claws under his boxers and pulls them down, letting them fall at his feet. He kicks off the boxers somewhere and presses his hard cock against your ass. You whimper quietly at the sensation, earning a smug laugh from Vox. "That's it, Doll," he coos, pulling back for a moment before pushing his tip into you. "Shiit-" you groan out, he wasn't hard to take or anything but fuck that felt good.

He inches himself deeper and deeper until he buries himself into the hilt. Yeah, okay, now he’s getting hard to take. His breathing grows heavy, you turn back and see his disheveled state. You could tell with the way his cock twitched inside you that he was already close.

He makes breif eye contact before pulling his hips back and thrusting into you, "Hnnf...". Shit, you weren't sure you would last longer than he did. You threw your head down onto the mattress as he pounds his cock into you. A coil in your stomach starts to tighten, "Fuck, Vox-".

Your words only serve to drive him further, he slams his hips into you at a punishingly fast pace. His claws dig into the flesh of your hips, his thumb brushing over a stretch mark from your pregnancy. "V-Vox wait-" you moan out, afraid you'll embarrass yourself by cumming so soon. "Shhh," he rubs your back softly with one hand, "don't— fuck— don’t worry...".

Grunts and moans fill the room as he continues to ram his jutting cock inside your wet pussy. You start to become desperate for release, your hips plunging backward to meet his thrusts. His cock twitches inside you, he can feel your walls start to flutter around him.

With one final thrust, the coil in your core snaps. A breathy moan and incoherent babbles escape your lips as you surrender to ecstasy. Your pussy pulsates as you cum, gripping his dick tightly. "Fuck!" he exclaims, slamming into you as he rides out his orgasm. Cum spills out of his cock and into your spent cunt.

The two of you breath heavily for a moment. After a few minutes, he pulls his soft cock out of you and sits on the edge of the bed beside you. "So," he breaks the silence, his voice breathless, "You want me to call the limo or-?". Jeez, no aftercare? No wonder he was lonley.

You get up and stretch your back, glancing at the torn underwear on the floor, "I'm not going in a car commando.". He rolls his eyes, "Fine, stay the night.". Pushing himself off the bed, he walks over to the other side and climbs into the covers. He lays on his side and turns off the light beside him. Did this man really just fuck you and then go night night?

With a frustrated sigh, you climb into the bed and turn over facing opposite him. "I'll have your money in the morning," was the last thing Vox said before drifting off to sleep.

__ You wake up to the sun shining brightly through the floor to ceiling windows. Sleepily, you turn over and see the other side of the bed empty. You sit up and look around, "Vox?". Grabbing a blanket, you wrap it around yourself and look around the apartment. You enter the kitchen and see a stack of cash with a note by your purse. The note read: "Had to leave for work. Here's your money. I'll call you when I need you again.

—Vox"

'How lovely,' you thought to yourself. Hands reach out to grab the wad of cash, your fingers flipping though the money tentatively, "Holy shit.".

Guilt wracked you all day. What would people think if they found out? Maybe you should've just stuck it out with your day job...

You arrive home and get showered. A few hours later, Amelie comes home! You thank your sister and exchange goodbyes, being very vague with where you had been all night.

Your thoughts continue to consume you until you see the joy in Amelie's eyes as she opens the gifts you grabbed for her on the way home. She squealed with joy and hugged you tightly, almost making you cry. Just as you suspected earlier, Amelie's smile would make it all worth it.

The rest of the day was spent with just the two of you hanging out, something you hadn't been able to do in ages. Just when you put Amelie down for bed, you get a call from an unknown number, "Hello?" __ AAAA NEW SERIESS LESS GOOO. hope ygs like it more parts will come eventually!! :)

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godhandler · 1 month ago

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seeing you doomscroll at 2am

nanami would be slightly worried, telling you to think of your health and maintain proper sleep schedules (he is a big fat hypocrite because why is he up at 2am doing paperwork). "if you have time to watch asmr cooking videos you better use it productively, honey." he won't actually nag tho because nanami of all people gets that adult life is hard, if these silly videos make you feel a little happy who is he to deny you that? would offer to work in bed so that he can be near you while also making sure that you do sleep.

gojo is probably working hard mid-mission or creating lesson plans lol. at this point in life he doesn't actually know what time people are supposed to sleep. "ooh, im jealous~ send me any fun reels if you find them, 'kay?" if he has no mission (once in a millenia), he's doomscrolling alongside you, pushing his phone in your face now and then to show you smn like 'cat falls from 10th floor, lands on feet!' or a insta post of a woman in a bikini - 'see that would look good on you. or me. we're good looking <3'

shoko wouldn't know. she's dead to the world the second her exhausted and overworked head hits the pillow. she'd put the pieces together when you're still sleeping the next day till noon with your glasses on and phone in hand. wouldn't care that much tbh. chill girlfriends fr.

toji sees you scrolling in the dark when he wakes up at night to pee, will poke his head in to see judge your the kinda shit you waste time on. "the hell are those white boys putting cat ears on for?" or "how many times are ya gonna watch jay park shake ass?" or "tumblr. loser." toji probably pees at 2-3 times per night. idk why. i just know.

kamo doesn't doomscroll. he just doesn't. thinks it's a nasty childish habit, like vaping or interacting with tiktok in any form. pre getting kicked out the clan, i think it would genuinely lower his opinion of you a bit. it's like, he doesn't want himself or his significant other to be that kind of person who doomscrolls till late and sleeps thru work/classes next morning like a slob. post, he wouldn't like it but he can shrug it off. as long as you still wake up on time next morning.

sukuna "this is so stupid. your recommendations suck. you should watch more educational informative videos, news and shit, learn a language instead of wasting your time like this. egirls are ugly."- all while watching your phone with his head over your shoulder. he has opinions on every reel you watch and will make himself heard.

higuruma "what's doomscroll?" this man is pushing 40 and is an introvert. his knowledge of social media is liking his friends' throwback pics on facebook. he'd be interested if you're shopping online, "love, can you order my woollen socks too? please make sure they cover the ankle and isn't more than 30% polyester. thanks, love." but otherwise he's a big 'phones at night harm your brain' kinda guy.

nobara, yuji, megumi all three forward each other reels on a LINE group chat named smn stupid that yuji and nobara agreed upon after much debate, like 'three musketeers (in english to be fancy)' or 'nobara and the dwarves' or 'diaper gang 😛'. yuji sends stuff he thinks others would like (baby duck vids). nobara sends stuff she likes (xiaohongshu fashion inspo). megumi doesn't reply or send much of anything, will leave the group if the other send too much brainrot content but they keep adding him back in. megumi watches mostly reels talking about recent discoveries in outer space and those carpentry videos where the wood just perfectly slides into place and locks together.

choso is a complete phone addict. see he initially didn't understand a lot of human society stuff so he just googled everything he didn't get cuz he's a proud man who doesn't want to bother people with his questions and ended developing a social media addiction lol. types super fast. knows every trending trend on every sm even though he doesn't post anything. he's doomscrolling harder than you.

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sungbeam · 8 months ago

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𝐬𝐮𝐛𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐩𝐨𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐲

ji changmin x gn!reader

1.3k words, est. relationship au, hurt/comfort, minor fluff but more angst?, a bit of silliness, mentions of work pressures, neck kisses, intimacy, mentions of playful biting, pretty much not beta'd or proofread (past my bedtime; written in an hour)

a/n: @kimsohn saw some of the goofiness first <3 ily (*breathes in deeply* idk what im doing guys. anyways, this belongs in the category labeled "i get yappy and sappy when im existentially exhausted")

In the dark, the clock on top of the oven screamed “3:22AM” in angry, red light. You stumbled past it, vision blurry and footsteps as quiet as you could make them against the hardwood. Your bones ached to the marrow and you could feel the blood throbbing violently in your skull; you could not sleep.

It had been three hours of tossing and turning before you completely gave up and slipped out into the kitchen. Usually, it wasn't too difficult for you to fall asleep, but alas, there would always be exceptions.

You managed to find the opened bag of tangerines on the kitchen counter, the orange, wiry mesh already torn from the last person who'd grabbed one to snack on. As your eyes grew accustomed to the dark, you dug your nail into its skin and began to peel it open.

Through your daze, you just barely registered the sound of the bedroom door opening—footsteps followed after and came closer; they weren't trying to stay quiet like you were, as there wasn't any reason to anymore. Hands patted you down from your shoulders to your arms until they could settle comfortably around your waist; his body slid flush against your back like a puzzle piece, still warm from being in bed. Hair tickled the underside of your jaw as he nestled his chin into the crook of your shoulder, the ghost of his breath fanning across your skin like a caress, relieved.

“Did I wake you?” You murmured, forcing yourself awake a little as you felt him lean more of his weight against you.

A low hum. “Bed got cold.”

The corners of your mouth tilted upward as you stuck a piece of fruit into your mouth—it was summer; the bed couldn't have been cold. Juice spilled over your tongue in a comfortingly sweet tang, and you went for another. “Sorry, love. Do you want some?” You asked, holding onto a piece of tangerine.

“Mm-mm,” Changmin hummed, shaking his head with a slight movement. You felt his arms give your body a squeeze. “Are you okay?” He asked, voice small.

You shoveled the remainder of the tangerine half into your mouth, hands reaching for another one to keep yourself busy as you chewed, then swallowed. “Tired.”

“Is it the thing?”

Just the thought of the thing—the project you were given charge of at work—made you wish the ground would swallow you up. Your hands stilled on the orange.

The project was the first you were given a manager role for, as they thought it appropriate because you came up with the idea, but it seemed to only be an excuse to overload you with every Herculean task they could think of. You were practically chained to your cubicle desk until day's end, only leaving to go to the bathroom and attend another god forsaken meeting. Where home was supposed to be for rest, you were often slumped over the dining table, stressing yourself silver.

The thought of Monday… no, you couldn't think of Monday. You'd gone so long working on this thing—how could they make you loathe an idea that you proposed?

At your lack of an answer, there came a small breath against your neck. His thumb gently rubbed your side back and forth, the ebb and flow of the tide. “I'm sorry, baby. I know it doesn't mean much, but I'm proud of you.”

“It does mean something,” you countered quietly, and moved one of your hands to place it over his that rested over your stomach. “I'm just—I hate it here sometimes.”

The two of you seemed to sigh at once, your chests raising up then deflating in tandem. It made the knots in your shoulders loosen for just a moment, and you could release some of the strain keeping you tight and awake.

“One more,” he coaxed lowly. “In—”

You both slowly pulled air up through your nose to fill the caverns in your chests.

“—Out.”

As all things came and went, so too did this breath.

“Good,” he murmured, his lips pressing something sweet against your throat.

You were too tired to cry, but you might have just then. Sometimes it was just a project, but other times it was everything to you. It was born from your two hands, your brains, your back, your bones. Plenty of blood, sweat, and tears had seeped into every proposal and presentation, but you could never tell if it was enough. Would it ever be enough?

Changmin's head shifted as you snuck another piece of orange past your lips. “Remember,” he said, “when we were in college, and I let you text girls on my Hinge?”

Your mouth sweetened into a smile at the memory. “It was only because I let you text the guy who'd given me his number.”

“He was so lame—he clearly just wanted you to go see that new Stephen King movie so he could hold your hand.” You could feel him roll his eyes in the dark, though his voice remained syrupy with sleep.

You held back a snort. “That's the point, hon. If I remember correctly, the pick-up lines I used on those girls actually worked.”

“Crazy.”

Now it was your turn to roll your eyes. You chewed on the next piece of fruit, swallowing it down before speaking again. “At least one of us has game.”

You felt the light pressure of his teeth against your shoulder, and you let out a surprised laugh. You didn't jerk away though—awfully used to your partner's strange language of affection—but you did push back against his forehead in lighthearted reprimand. “We talked about the biting.”

“Yeah, and you said you liked it.”

It was a good thing you didn't have fruit in your mouth. You warmed the slice of orange in your palm as you let the heat leave your cheeks and your neck. He could undoubtedly feel how flushed you were, and he seemed to preen at it.

“Gotcha,” he said smugly, and the smile on his lips molded against your skin as he left a kiss behind your ear. He nuzzled his nose there, too, fingers dancing along your side.

“I love you,” he said next. These words were quiet again. “I hate seeing you like this.”

You knew he meant the state he found you in—hunched over in the dark, eyes glazed over, and dread thrashing in your ears to fill the silence. The laughter that lit up your face just now had been his doing, his attempt at easing all of that burden.

You laid your head against his. “I love you, too.” You hated feeling this way, but some things had to be done. You had to see this one through, and you would.

“Don't run yourself ragged for this,” he said, as if reading your mind. “Can't let you lose yourself.”

The corners of your eyes prickled, your vision going blurry again. Your chewing slowed and you finished the last of the orange in your hands to clear the way for him to grab your fingers to intertwine them with his. He rocked your bodies slowly, dreamily—he was the gentle swaying of the waves beneath the raft you laid upon—and he was keeping you above water.

“Senior year of high school—” a miniscule break in his own voice, “—when college decisions came out… you didn't speak for so long, didn't eat. It was so quiet, and I—I didn't know how to help you.” Back then, the two of you were only labeled as best friends; you still hadn't decided if what you had back then was what you had now, but it was love in some form of the word and feeling. You supposed in every phase of knowing Ji Changmin, what you felt for him was love. “Can I help you now, please? How can I help you?”

You sucked in a breath and it came out trembling. “I'm just tired.”

“Yeah.”

“Just—that’s all. Just be here with me.”

You could feel his slight nod that turned into a tuck into your shoulder. Your pulse fluttered beneath the brush of his lips, his hands tightening around you. (I'm not going anywhere, not without you.)

In a night quickly dissolving into daylight, he held you and held you and held you.

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viiennie · 6 months ago

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its my first time writing on tumblr and also my first time writing fluff pls b nice ):

content: streetracer!reader x obsessed!nervous!gojosatoru

- yuji and gojo almost die on a late night drive but thats okay because gojo thinks he just met the hottest woman in the world.

this is part one,,, probably??? idk

⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 .𖥔˚

tw: car chase, curse words, small car accident, reader might be a little insane, GOJO IS A LITTLE AWKWARDS BUT ITS OKAY HES A CUTIE

“ne, sensei the car behind us is being weird…” itadori sweats, hands tight on the steering wheel as he winces at the way the lights from the suv car behind him reflect on the mirror.

gojo nods, “yeah, he’s being a real asshole.” he sighs, “it’s alright, the next left turns is ours. turn on your signal light.” he reassures his student, proud that he isnt panicking because of the blinding light and the close proximity between them.

yuji follows his teacher’s instructions, turning on his signal light and making his turn.

but he’s surprised when the car suddenly launches forward, accompanied by the sound of a loud thump from the back. “this dude is an ass!” he shouts, hitting the breaks as he stops on the side of the road behind the white lane. (thankfully not the sidewalk.)

“stay put first itadori, i’ll go–” before the blue eyes sorcerer could finish his sentence, they hear the car behind them accelerating away, followed by a loud shouting of, “WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU GOING ASSHAT!”

gojo watches as you speed after the drunkard in a nissan skyline gtr r34, the flutters of your turbo sending chills down his spine.

he chuckles, finding the situation absolutely bewildering before turning back to focus on his dearest student….who was gone from the driver’s seat????????

“gojo sensei, the exhaust fell out!” yuji calls out from outside, staring defeatedly at the chunk of metal on the green grass.

ᯓᡣ𐭩

the next day, you were at the police station, getting your speeding ticket settled.

all you wanted to do was be a good person and help out your fellow citizens. i mean, what else were you supposed to do when you had witnessed a hit and run?

“um…call the police? miss y/n you cant just get into a high speed chase, you have to let the us do our jobs sometimes.”

the officer scolds you, a stern look on her face as you lower your head in shame. you felt like a highschool student being reprimanded by your adviser all over again.

after the long lecture, you were finally free to go, and the moment you step out of the station, you bump into the chest of a person, almost tripping and falling down if it wasnt for the hands that caught you before you lost your balance.

“ah, im sorry. i wasnt—”

“were you the person who chased a drunk driver last night by chance?”

you look up to see a man seemingly in his 20s, pale white hair, and very very tinted shades. his ears a slightly tainted red as he patiently awaits a reply, watching as you regain your balance and straighten out your windbreaker jacket.

“yes, i was. is there a problem?” you raise an eyebrow and cross your arms, shifting your weight to one foot.

“i just wanted to say thank you.. it was my student and i that got hit.”

gojo satoru doesnt know why he’s being so polite. he doesnt know why he cant keep eye contact. he doesnt know why his heart is about to beat out of his chest, and he doesnt know why he decided to search the nearby police stations despite his busy schedule, hoping to maybe bump into you, and he did.

“oh..” you uncross your arms, having thought you were about to receive another scolding from a person that you maybe somehow wronged in the streets. “uhh, its no problem really.” you smile before walking past him. you were hungry and wanted to have a feast.

“i..” gojo satoru, for the first time in his life, panics, “let me treat you out for dinner!” its five pm, you probably havent had dinner right? otherwise it’d be embarassing if you refused his offer.

you stop in your tracks, wondering if your actions really meant that much to this stranger before shrugging. this was a free meal that you would never pass up on. “sure.”

so now, here you were, in the beautiful cafe, with beautiful food, and a very nervous gojo satoru in front of you.

god this is so embarrassing! gojo screams in his head. he was usually good with women. he usually always knew what to say to ease the mood. and he was always smooth with his words. so why are all the letters of the alphabet suddenly stuck in his throat? why cant he find the right sentences to form?

“so..i never learned your name?” you begin, picking up your spoon and fork. “my name is y/n l/n.”

he clears his throat, “gojo satoru.” his voice almost breaks, his shaking hand reaching for the straw of his drink to guide to his lips. whatdoisay?whatdoisay?whatdoisay?whatdoisay?WHATDOISAY??????

“gojo, you need to relax. im scared you’ll start crying.” you honestly admit, hand reaching out for his shaking ones, “i dont think you can even eat look how much you’re trembling.” you sigh, watching as he turns completely red, steam erupting from his head.

“o-oh im sorry..” he mumbles, almost whispers. absolutely frozen as he just stares at the way your hand wraps around his.

“okay look, lets get the food for takeout and i’ll show you something, alright?” you hum, not really minding since you had already eating enough to quell your hunger.

gojo swears it happened too fast. the waiter took too fast to give the bill and the takeout, you walked too fast to your car, and he walked too fast, sat too fast into the passengers seat.

hell, he doesnt even know how he ended up telling you he had no ride home when he, in fact, had his bmw waiting for him on the other side of the parking lot. “so where do you live?” you hum, starting your car and smiling at the sound of the motor coming to life.

gojo says his address, eyes focused on the way your hands grip the steering wheel, the way you seem to fit into your seat like a puzzle. he loves the way your car smells, he loves the way its customized to fit your tastes. and he loves the way you look when you begin driving.

you looked so content.

“you look so beautiful, angel.” he unknowingly mutters, loud enough for you to hear.

“why thank you.” you giggle, “finally calming those nerves down?” you assumes he just had some type of social anxiety that made him nervous around other people, so you were glad he got to relax in the safety of your car.

as you drive, the view of the sunset over the sea comes into view, the orange and yellow hues casting a glow over the city. you slow down, “you wanna stop and admire the view first?”

“yea, i would love to.”

you nod, parking into a nearby open parking lot, and turn off the engine of the car.

you cant help but notice the way gojo stares at you through his long eyelashes, blue eyes boring holes into your soul. this is the first time you actually got to see his eyes, the black shades no longer in the way of them.

you notice his eyes, yes, but you dont notice the way you’re slowly leaning closer towards him until you’re only inches away from his face.

this is wrong, you both think.

i have a mountain load of missions to finish, i shouldnt be here.

i barely know this guy, should i be doing this?

but did all that really matter? what if this was a risk worth taking?

gojo satoru forgets his fears, raising his hand to cup your cheek, pulling you in closer to finally meet your soft lips.

you swear you could almost hear fireworks going off the moment you kiss this stranger whos name is the only thing you know about him, oh, and you also knew that he was cute too. the way he furrowed his eyebrows as the kiss deepened, the way his cheeks turned so red that you wondered if he would start overheating, the way his thumb on your cheek caressed your skin, it was all so adorable.

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goldfades · 2 years ago

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✮ 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞, quinn hughes

you can hear it in the silence, silence, you you can feel it on the way home, way home, you you can see it with the lights out, lights out you are in love, true love you are in love

one step, not much but it said enough you kiss on sidewalks you fight and you talk one night he wakes strange look on his face pauses, then says you're my best friend and you knew what it was he is in love

you two are dancing in a snow globe, 'round and 'round and he keeps the picture of you in his office downtown and you understand now why they lost their minds and fought the wars

♡ ─ word count | 3.5k

♡ ─ summary | 3 times that quinn wanted to tell you he loved you, and the 1 time he finally did.

♡ ─ warnings | unedited (when are my works ever lol), mention of comparison between jack/quinn, exhaustion, slight angst??? but mostly tooth-rotting fluff, quinn overthinking, idk maybe there are more but nothing major LMAO

♡ ─ taglist | tbd!! check link in navigation if you are interested

♡ ─ ev's notes | this took WAY too long to write and lowkey not very proud of it, but i wanted to get it out before i start writing my fics for my 100 follower celly. i love quinny so much, he deserves the world and i hope this fic does him justice LMAO. ALSO THIS SONG MAKES ME FEEL SO FREAKING SICK, ITS SO GOOD. also now im noticing a theme on my page, only writing fics inspired by taylor songs, i need to switch it tf up. anyways, enjoy this slightly longer quinn fic & lmk your thoughts in the comments/reblogs. have a great day!

Quinn had never been the type to fawn over anyone ─ especially a girl.

In his 23 years of living, he can't remember a time where he was getting all excited and giddy over the mere thought of anyone. All he could ever remember was just focusing on family, hockey, friends.

Sure, there were flings ─ there were always flings but it would never end in anything more than that. It was just a fling. Sure, sometimes he would want something more but most of the times, the girls thought they were just getting themselves into a one-night stand. Two nights (never in a row) if they were lucky. But that was it.

Even if Quinn wanted a relationship (he doesn't, he would swear), he didn't have time for it. Family, hockey, friends ─ that was it. That's all he wanted.

Of course, that was all thrown out the window when he had met you.

Well, not initially. Quinn wasn't the 'love at first type' kinda guy and neither were you. Your first meeting was nothing out of the ordinary. Just a casual meeting at a friend's gathering, a few exchanged pleasantries, and nothing more.

Yet, something about you stuck with him. It was your sweet smile, maybe, or the way your eyes just looked kind and they would light up when you were asked about your job, or your family. Quinn couldn't pinpoint exactly when it happened, but at some point, he found himself thinking about you when he should have been focused on his next game or practice.

His friends noticed the change in him. His younger brothers had noticed the small change and would tease him. "Hey, Q, what's up with you? You've been awfully distracted lately," Quinn could just imagine the stupid grin etched on Jack's face as he spoke those words.

Quinn, normally quick with a witty retort, found himself at a loss for words. He knew he was in new territory; he had never, ever in his life been overthinking about a girl. For the first time, hockey or family or friends weren't the only thing on his mind.

As days turned into weeks, Quinn's feelings grew stronger. He'd catch himself daydreaming about you during team meetings or staring at his phone, waiting for your texts back. He would go look at your instagram multiple times a day, waiting for a new post to go up just so he could see that pretty smile of yours but somehow, he was never satisfied with just that. For once in his whole life, he had wanted to actually get to know a girl based on one meeting and a couple of texts. It was maddening, this feeling of being drawn towards someone in a way he had never experienced before.

He also couldn't ask any of his buddies for advice because all he'd get was teasing so he had to keep it to himself, which somehow made this entire situation so much worse.

Then finally, there was that one night. You were both at another gathering, the same friends, the same laughter, but this time something shifted. You shared a small inside joke, a quick glance, and Quinn felt his heart race in a way that no slapshot or overtime goal had ever made it race before. He felt a surge of contradictory emotions during that one-second moment, a mix of anxiety and excitement that overwhelmed him. It was a sensation so intense that he wanted to vomit, yet strangely, it was different from the kind of feelings he had experienced before ─ it was not because of hockey, it was a girl. No, you weren't just a girl to him anymore, he realized. You were much more than that to him now.

As he drove home that night, he couldn't deny it anymore. He was falling for you, and it terrified him. Love was a complicated thing, one he had always sworn to avoid, but now he was caught in it's tight grasp all because of you.

The following days were a whirlwind of emotions. Quinn, who had always been the composed defenseman on the ice, found himself stumbling over words and second-guessing every move he made when it came to you. He couldn't concentrate during practice, and his teammates couldn't understand what had gotten into him and if he was being honest, neither did he.

But one thing was clear - Quinn Hughes was in love, and he didn't know how to handle it. He realized that his carefully constructed world of family, hockey, and friends had been upended by the presence of one person ─ you.

And so, this journey begins - three times Quinn wanted to tell you he loved you, and the one time he finally did.

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ONE

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After what seemed like the longest practice of his entire life, Quinn trudged back to his apartment, exhaustion weighing down every step. The weight of expectations from his teammates and fans pressed on his shoulders. Today wasn't his day; his passes were off, shots missed the mark, and he stumbled more than once during drills. Even coach had given him some constructive criticism, which usually wouldn't have bothered him, but today it felt like salt in the wound.

As he entered his home, he was ready to collapse onto the couch and shut out the world. As he collapsed on his soft couch, he groaned out in pain, the soreness in his muscles somehow hurt more than usual. He closed his eyes and tried to relax, until he heard the familiar buzzing of his phone in the pocket of his shorts. He cursed under his breath and pulled it out but all the anger seemed to slowly dissipate as he saw your name and contact picture spayed out on the screen.

Then he remembered. Tonight was supposed to be date night for the both of you. He cursed again before answering the phone, sitting upright on the couch.

"Hey," he answered breathlessly, the exhaustion clear in his voice.

"Hey, Quinn I'm outside─you okay?" You say through the phone but before he could answer, you continued. "Shit, sorry Quinn is this a bad time? I know you just had practice and probably tired, I should've texted but you know, I was so excited─"

"No, no, no. Come up, I'm fine I'm not tired." He was lying and you both knew it, but you sighed through the speaker. "Please, come up. I want you here."

"Okay... promise?"

"Promise, Y/N." He said your name so softly, it made your heart flutter and you couldn't help but smile.

"Okay. I'll be up in two secs," You said. "Bye."

The phone call ended and Quinn exhaled. He was tired, sure ─ but he was excited to see you. Even the sound of your voice made him relax so it wasn't even that much of hassle having a date night. If anything, he was sure, you'd make him feel better.

He quickly changed his clothes and he heard the doorbell ring. Quinn opened the door with a tired smile ─ it slowly spread as he saw your pretty smile. He felt his heart speed up as you slowly examined him, and that smile slowly dropped.

"Quinn..." You whispered, a small frown on your face. His disheveled appearance made you slightly sad.

You both made eye contact for a few seconds before you sighed and walked in, your arms wide open. You embraced him warmly, putting your arms around his shoulders and squeezed him softly.

As your arms enveloped him in a warm, comforting embrace, Quinn felt like the weight of the world had been lifted from his shoulders. Your presence had a way of soothing his mind. The subtle scent of your floral shampoo, the softness of your warm touch, it all wrapped around him pleasantly.

He closed his eyes, letting himself bask in the tenderness of the moment. Your fingers traced gentle circles on his back, and it was as if you were silently reassuring him that it was okay to have bad days because you'd be there to catch him.

You pulled away, your eyes met again, and he saw genuine concern in your gaze. That alone was enough to make his heart skip multiple beats. Quinn couldn't quite put it into words, being around you was like like returning to the warm embrace of home.

He wanted to utter those three special words as he met your gaze, your kind eyes but the words slowly died on his tongue as you continued talking, taking his hand in yours.

"Let's go eat some ice cream and watch Top Gun." You smiled, knowingly.

He laughed softly and nodded, squeezing your hand. "Sounds like a plan."

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TWO

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The moon cast a soft glow through the white curtains as you and Quinn sat together in his dimly lit living room in comfortable silence. The day had been long, filled with its usual chaos and pressures, but now, the world was still. The only sounds were the faint hum of the city outside and the occasional car passing by.

With a sigh, Quinn leaned back into the couch, his exhaustion evident in expression. You watched him closely, sensing the weight of the day on his shoulders. Your relationship had grown stronger over the span of a couple months and you had become his confidante, the one he turned to when he needed to escape from the demands of the team and fans.

Practice had been harder than usual and somehow, on top of all of that, the media had initiated a new trend of drawing comparisons between him and Jack, which made his mood worse.

You knew that; watching Quinn get slowly demotivated by the comments made by those nobodies, it hurt your heart. Breaking the silence, you softly asked, "Quinn, how are you really holding up?"

He looked at you, his gaze wavering at your soft eyes. There was something about the way you looked at him, a warmth and understanding that he had rarely found in anyone else. It was as if you could see right through him, past the tough exterior he often wore.

For a moment, he hesitated, unsure of how much to reveal. He almost gave you the media-trained answer but then, he realized that with you. "Not sure, if I'm being honest."

"That's fine, Quinn." You answered softly, "you don't have to know. But what I do what you to know is that you're not Jack. You're not Luke, or Trevor, or anyone else. You're you and that's enough."

That simple answer made him halt all his thoughts. He felt his shoulders slowly drop, letting out a loud exhale. He felt a sense of relief wash over him, as if a heavy burden had been lifted.

With empathy in your eyes, you couldn't help but feel the toll it was taking on him. The Quinn you saw now, weary and vulnerable, was a side he rarely showed to anyone.

Quinn's voice wavered as he spoke about the comments that everyone had been making on the media. "It's just... they don't understand, Y/N. They don't see the hours of practice, the sacrifices, the love I have for this game. All they see is Jack's brother, or one of the Hughes brothers."

You reached out and gently placed a hand on his arm, comfortingly. "Quinn, I see you. I see the hard work, the dedication, and the love you have for hockey. And I believe in you. You might be just Jack's brother or just another Hughes to them, but that doesn't matter to me. I see Quinn and you know what, that's enough. And if it isn't enough for them, then fuck them."

His eyes met yours, and there was a vulnerability in that eyes that spoke volumes. In that moment, Quinn realized that he was sharing not just his struggles, but his true self with you. It was a level of trust and intimacy he hadn't experienced with any girl before.

The silence that followed was a comforting one, filled with unspoken understanding. It was as if you were his anchor in the storm, a source of encouragement and warmth. Quinn couldn't help but think that he was lucky to have you by his side, someone who saw him for who he truly was, beyond just hockey player or another Hughes brother, beyond the expectations.

As he held your kind gaze, Quinn couldn't help but think that he wanted to say something more, something that would convey the true depth of his feelings. But for now, he settled for a heartfelt confession: "You're my best friend."

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THREE

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The frenetic buzz of the post-game celebrations following a thrilling overtime victory against the Toronto Maple Leafs, Quinn found himself into another arena, one of bright lights and microphones. His heart still raced from the intensity of the game, but now, he had to face the media. The sweat dripped from his forehead, his heart was still beating from the intensity of the adrenaline in his system.

The victory had been hard-fought, Quinn playing a pivotal role in securing it. The puck on his stick, he executed great moves, the slide of the ice beneath his skates, the thud of the puck hitting the net, the eruption of cheers all merging into a thrilling crescendo of sensations made his head buzz with excitement.

The reporters, with cameras flashing and microphones thrust forward, surrounded him like a hungry vultures. They fired questions, one after another, probing for insights into the game-changing play that had secured the win for the Vancouver Canucks.

"Quinn, that last-minute save in overtime was incredible! Can you walk us through what was going on in your mind?"

"Quinn, there's been a lot of buzz with your brother, Jack Hughes. How does it feel to outshine him tonight?"

"You've been compared to some of the greats tonight. How do you handle the pressure of those comparisons?"

"Quinn, your family's here tonight, right? How does their support affect your game?"

"Quinn, fans are calling this one of the best games of your career. Do you think this win is the turning point for the Canucks this season?"

The questions all blurred in his head, the bright lights straining his eyes. Quinn, used to these post-game interviews, felt a distinct unease tonight even after such a big win. The questions were sharp and the scrutiny was intense. In the midst of this media frenzy, he sought solace in the one thing that always brought him strength: you.

He remembers seeing you in the stands before the game and his mind kept replaying those few seconds where you shared a big grin as you both made eye contact.

Amidst the crowd of reporters, he spotted you, your presence radiating pride and warmth. Your eyes locked onto his, and for a moment, it felt like it was just the two of you in the arena. You gave him a big thumbs up with a big grin, knowing how anxiety inducing those post-game interviews could be. Quinn longed to speak the words that danced at the tip of his tongue but he knew he had to navigate this sea of questions first.

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This week had to be the longest of Quinn's life. The 3 hour, 5 am pre-season practices had been so tiring, he felt the life get sucked out of him after every exhausting practice. There was one thing he had been looking forward to and that was your date night. Even though he knew that he would have do this week over again practically the next week, he was okay with it knowing that he would be able to spend some time with you over the weekends.

As Friday night finally arrived, Quinn couldn't help but feel a sense of relief and excitement. The thought of spending time with you, of being himself without the pressures of anyone else, filled him with a sense of comfort.

He had suggested a new restaurant downtown, a place neither of you had been before. As you both entered the restaurant, the soft piano ambience and the chatter created the perfect atmosphere. Quinn couldn't help but steal a few glances at you, admiring your beauty and the easy way you fit into his world.

You had worn your hair back in a low bun, showing off your sweet collarbone, a pretty necklace that Quinn had bought for you on a trip hanging off it. It was a silver color and the jewel a beautiful deep blue color that brought out your angelic eyes. Quinn couldn't help but stare and you felt your face burn with heat as you caught his loving gaze.

"What, is there something on my face?"

He chuckled, shaking his head. "No, no. You just look beautiful, like always. I like that necklace, wonder who bought it for you."

You giggled in response, feeling slightly giddy. You couldn't even lie, Quinn had you in a trance. You were head over heels. "Yeah, I wonder who."

The rest of the night was spent like this ─ sweet and teasing, it all felt right. Everything just felt right, it was if the last week hadn't happened. Every problem just slowly faded every time either of you spent time together, no matter how big or small it was.

After dinner, you decided to take a walk out in town. The summer air was unusually cool, the lights of the city perfectly setting the atmosphere for the night.

Quinn held your hand, your softer and smaller hand fitting his like a glove. You both walked through the town, talking and laughing like you two were the only people in the world.

As you both passed a bar, your ears filled with the familiar tune of your favorite song. You immediately stopped and looked at Quinn knowingly. "Oh my gosh, I can't believe it's playing!"

Quinn let out a soft chuckle, nodding. "Wanna go in?"

You ignored his question and started lip syncing the lyrics to him, playfully. He started laughing even louder, letting his head fall back. You had started laughing, too ─ then, you took his hand in yours and started dancing.

If it this was anyone else, Quinn would've been slightly embarrassed but as he saw your eyes sparkling and your wide small, he truly couldn't feel anything but love. He had a smile on his face as he grabbed you and pulled you closer, dancing happily with you.

As the song ended, another started playing. 'You are in love' by Taylor Swift had started playing and Quinn almost let out a laugh at the coincidence. You looked back at him, a deep blush gracing on your face. He took your hand again and pulled you closer, and you put you put arms around his broad shoulders.

You both looked into each other's eyes and he took account of how beautiful you looked in this moment ─ you always looked beautiful, no matter when or where or to who, it was just a fact. But you looked more than just physically beautiful, everything about you was perfect, your flaws, your smile, just everything.

And that was when Quinn really knew, in his bones that you were the one for him.

"What?" You whispered, as you saw Quinn's expression changed slowly. He loved that too ─ how empathetic you were, how in sync you both were. You always knew what he was feeling.

You asked, but you knew what the answer was.

"I think ─ no..." His words died on his tongue as your expression changed too. "I know it. I love you."

It didn't feel like a big confession. It didn't feel how everyone described it to be, it just felt like a normal statement. You both had thought it before, multiple times ─ so saying it out loud wasn't a big confession to either of you.

He loved that, he was so used to everything being so big and grand, he wanted it simple. He loved that and he loved you.

You could see it in his eyes, too. His eyes were softened as he gazed at you, like he always looked at you. But this time, you acknowledged it more. He loved you. Quinn loved you. As you gazed into his brown eyes, your heart swelled with a deep sense of connection. You had known, just like he did, that this feeling existed between you. It wasn't born out of big gestures or dramatic confessions; instead, it had quietly grown, nourished by the everyday moments you shared.

As the song ended softly, you let out a breath you didn't know you were even holding. "Yeah. I know I love you, too."

His smile got impossibly bigger and then, he leaned in and gave you the biggest of kisses ─ the dramatic ones, too. He had your face in his hand, the other one holding on your waist and you pulled him closer with your hands.

You felt his mouth smirk as you both sloppily made out. You laughed into the kiss but neither of you pulled away. Neither of you liked PDA but this time, it felt right.

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redr0sewrites · 1 year ago

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I’m obsessed with your hazbin stuff rn it’s incredible

idk how much you could write for this but you write a bit about sub vox after you finish fucking him. so basically just vox aftercare. I don’t think he’d be super into non-sexual touch but I think while in subspace/while coming out of it he would be super clingy and touchy.

I’ve been thinking about taking care of a fucked out vox for a while and I’m obsessed with the image.

thank you in advance and have a nice day <33

YESSSSS!!!! im a huge sucker for aftercare ♥️

🥀Cw: fluff, aftercare, mentions of smut but nothing explicit, bathing

listen, no matter what type of sex yall are having, whether its rough and fast or slow and soft, vox always ends up exhausted

after subbing vox is always clingier than usual, but he's also a lot more emotional than usual

wipe off his tears, wait for him to calm down and just let him cling to you before even starting the aftercare process

vox just needs to be held for a few minutes as he slowly begins to become slightly coherent

i don't see him as the type to want to talk much after sex, he'll mumble a little request or an "i love you" here and there but thats about it

vox pretty much melts into your touch, and he wants you to take care of him

he very rarely feels taken care of, and hes so stressed out most of the time that it just feels very foreign to him

when it comes to actually cleaning up after sex, vox is normally still too deep into subspace to do much

hes always overstimulated, and will def glitch out when you wipe off his thighs and clean him up

vox loves the intimacy of just laying back while you wash the slick off his thighs with a warm towel, pressing soft kisses to his screen and praising him as he comes out of subspace

he needs your praise and reassurance, especially when you were rough or mean to him

he'll try to be nonchalant and ask you if you really meant all the degrading things you said, but you can tell that vox's genuinely insecure about what you think of him

praise him and tell him you're so proud of him, tell him how he took you so well and how he's your good bot

vox is too incoherent and embarassed to reply but he clings a little closer to you and his screen flushes to a warmer pink

a lot of the time vox's claws will rip up the sheets and blankets, he feels bad about it but he can't control it in the moment so he'll try to help you out with setting the bed even though his legs are shaking and he's still barely coherent

PLEASE just shush him and tell him you can handle it, then run him a warm bath

considering vox is rich af ur bathtub is def big enough for the both of you, and he enjoys just laying with you in the warm water

he likes to admire all the marks you give him in the mirror, he adores seeing the hickeys and scratches on his skin

like i said he's not much of a talker after sex but he doesn't mind listening

he'll play with your fingers or trail his hand up and down your arm as you talk to him about your day

when you're both all cleaned up and relaxed, i think he'd (secretly) like it if you dressed him

theres something so intimate about you buttoning up his night shirt, giggling and pressing kisses to his screen as he pouts at you

vox pulls you on top of him when you guys are cuddling so that he can wrap his arms around you!

by this point he's def more coherent and out of subspace so he's not as clingy, but still wants your touch (if that makes sense lmao)

like he's too prideful to cling to you or ask you to hold him but really wants to be held

he'll pout when you spoon him but the fact that he practically melts into your touch betrays his true feelings

vox sleeps like the dead after being fucked and mornings after sex are the few mornings he actually sleeps in

overall, post sex vox is a side thats much softer than usual, and truly shows how much he loves and trusts you

pushing through these long ass work days yall- tmrws my last day so i'll be posting more next week!!!!!!! i need to write more fluffy stuff w vox its come to my attention that i literally only write nsfw for him 😭

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midnight-black2 · 10 months ago

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imagine being Janns best friend and you travel with him everywhere for his races. you usually stay in hotels…

you get into your shared hotel room just to find out there’s one bed 🫣 (prompt #9)

“i took her to my penthouse and i freaked it” 😻🗣️

I LOVE YOUR WRITING BTW!!!! 🫶

𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒

pairing : jann mardenborough x reader

synopsis : what the req says basically

disclaimers : fast-pace smut, dom!reader, sub!jann, masturbation (m!recieving), praise (m!recieving), idk maybe more im prob forgetting lol

note : i hope you wanted smut otherwise i guess just stop reading at the smut part if you didn't bc i wasn't sure whether to write it like this or not but uh nonetheless, hope you like it 😭 p.s, i'm glad you enjoy my writing !! 🫶

it was an exponentially long day, and you were ready to crash.

for context, that day was one of janns big races. of course, he placed. he came in first, which was huge. you endlessly congratulated him, but you felt like you needed to do more. you'd figure that out tomorrow, though. now, you were too beat to think about it.

you, jann, and the others that were apart of the traveling team all checked into the lavish hotel that was booked for that night. since you and jann were the most comfortable with one another, you guys always shared a room. well, that night was no exception. the front desk lady handed you the key, and everyone was on their way to their designated rooms.

you entered the key into the slot, before it flashed green and you two stepped into the room. you let your suitcase fall to the ground, before sleepily rubbing your eyes. janns energy seemed to have switched, and the air felt stiff around you. you looked up, and widened your eyes a bit at the sight you were met with. of course, just what you needed.

"are you serious? there's only one bed?" you mumbled, with a low groan. he was pale in the face, looking as if he had just seen a ghost.

"i can just uhm sleep on the floor if you want," jann suggested, swallowing shallowly. you shook your head.

"no, i'd feel bad making you do that."

"well i'm not gonna let you sleep on the floor."

"then i guess we're sharing then," you said, too exhausted to care otherwise. usually, you'd come up with some sort of solution, but this time you simply plopped on the bed, and made yourself comfortable within the covers, allowing the mattress to engulf you.

"a-are you sure?" he questioned, nervously. you nodded.

"mhm," you hummed. he reluctantly got in bed with you. he was wide awake--there was no way he would get sleep tonight with you in the same bed with him. he felt as though he could burst. you wanted to sleep, you really did. but, jann interested you just a bit more than proper rest. you could feel the tension rise, and you glanced over. he didn't seem tired at all.

"you alright, jann?" you asked, placing your hand on his. you definitely knew what you were doing, and wasn't helping janns situation whatsoever.

"y-yeah, i'm fine. just sleep, i don't want you to miss out on rest because of me."

"yeah but you seem troubled," you replied, as you rubbed the pad of your thumb along his hand. "what's up, jann?"

"it's nothing, really. i promise," he threw you a half smile, trying to cover up. naturally, you could see right through him, and he knew that.

"is it about the next race? you have nothing to worry about, you know. you're good, really good, jann. you got first place today. do you know how excited i am?" you explained, squeezing his hand with a smile. "i also feel like i never properly congratulated you."

"but you did, so many times," he laughed. you laughed along with him.

"yeah, verbally, but i feel like there's a different way to show how proud i am."

"like how?"

"however you want, it's your big day, after all," you answered, knowing exactly what was crossing his mind. you wanted him to say it himself, to use words, but you knew he was never too good at it.

"i guess there is something that comes to mind," he said quietly, not making eye contact with you. his eyes darted across the room, as he sat up to his side and rested his head on his elbow. you did the same, admiring him.

"yeah? like what?" you asked. he couldn't find the right words. would he mess it up? say something stupid? oh, he didn't know. luckily, you seemed to have already know what he wanted when you started to lean in, eyes flickering to his lips. his heart skipped a beat--no, his heart skipped many beats. you kissed him feverishly, his lips soft on yours. when you finally pulled away, the two of you were panting and out of breath. he felt heat spread throughout his body, and it suddenly occurred that he may have needed you more than he thought...hah.

you both sat up. you ran your hand down his body, before resting it upon his inner thigh. his breathing was becoming more and more shaky with every action you made.

"are you okay with this?" you queried, wanting to make sure he was completely comfortable. he nodded, but it wasn't enough. "words, jann." he gulped.

"yes, please." you smiled softly.

"good," you praised, hand traveling to his growing hard-on. he looked at you with such pleading eyes, that you just couldn't stop yourself. your hands went to zipper of his pants.

"may i?" you asked. after all, consent is hot.

"mhm," he hummed, nodding. you chuckled, and undid the zipper. you pulled down his boxers with it, revealing his cock. and god fucking damn, was he big. i mean, it was no surprise, he was a tall guy too. but it looked to be about 8.5 to 9 inches, which was difficult for you to comprehend.

"fuck jann," you mumbled, with a small laugh. he whimpered when you accidentally grazed the tip. and he was sensitive, too? could it get any better? he was the full package. you slowly wrapped your hand around his cock. first, you didn't do much. you wanted to ease him into the feeling.

"Y-Y/N please," he pleaded, his brows furrowing.

"please what?" you asked.

"please touch me."

"aren't i already doing that?" you asked, teasingly, but nonetheless gave him what he wanted, and started moving your hand. up and down, creating a slow, steady rhythm. and god, the sounds he let out. broken moans and groans, whimpers and sometimes soft whines. he sounded utterly divine.

"o-oh god," he whimpered, bucking his hips up slightly. you let him do what he wanted. after all, this was a little gift from you anyway. you didn't quite expect to be getting your best friend off tonight, but now that it was happening, it was hot.

he threw his head back, bundling up the sheets in his fist, and his other arm was thrown across his mouth, in hopes of not becoming too loud.

"doing so well, jann. you always do so good," you mumbled, kissing his jaw gently. he moaned, and shut his eyes. he felt like he was dreaming. was this a dream? nope. it was very much so happening, and he was very much so about to cum, already. you sped up your pace a bit, as you thumbed at the tip a little. he whined, furrowing his brows.

"i-i can't, i think im gonna cum," he warned, groaning softly. you smiled.

"cum whenever you want, jann," you responded. that about did it, he came with a silent cry, mouth hung open slightly, panting out of his mind. he dirtied nearly everything within close distance. the once white pristine sheets were now dirtied with his cum, his shirt was messy, and so were his pants. you kissed his lips softly.

"there you go, you did so well for me," you cooed. he couldn't help the smile that creeped up on his face.

well, turns out you found out the perfect way to congratulate him.

𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐲? 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞

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sainteclectic · 2 months ago

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ok ok wholesoul rambling christmas edition because im Feelin a Certain Way and youre the wholesoul authority in my head youre just the wholesoul guy. consider :

the holidays roll around and soul is, one one claw, HEAVILY squicked out by all the nativity stuff and jesus stuff and general christian-holiday business talking about "jesus is god" and all that. hes like No yourw wrong youre so wrong. you see, random white lady, god is actually this specific yellow dude

but on the other claw, it doesnt help his obsessiveness much. he makes little gifts for whole that he knows he wont ever get the chance to give, whether physically, or restrained by his own nervousness. he keeps heart and mind as civil as he can because "HEY ITS CHRISTMAS STOP ARGUING BE JOLLY" but its so much more draining. he wishes so badly whole could be here. he wishes the headspace had a fireplace he could lay in front of, the others asleep and safe and okay, with his sovereign there next to him. everything would be perfect. but that isnt happening, right? it could never. whole would never, surely.

also heart and mind find a little cardboard-cutout-whole ornament on the tree (somehow they got a tree into the headspace idk) and are very perplexed and soul is like I MADE IT MYSELF :DDDDD

idk how well this aligns with your hcs but we ball

I am Honored to be the wholesoul guy. I love them so so much it's insane

it's not often that soul gets to celebrate christmas during the loops, since the day usually doesn't happen during concord. he likes to pretend, though. pretend that he can have a normal holiday. he likes decorating the house, wrapping presents that he'll never give, making stockings they'll never use {and if he makes one for whole and stuffs it full of presents, hoping desperately that maybe He would see them somehow, what's the harm in that?} he tries desperately to keep the peace as his christmas gift to whole, begging them to get along and have christmas spirit- it's mostly an excuse, but at least they're not trying to kill each other today. he's exhausted from trying to make everything perfect that day, but maybe whole will be proud of him grateful for it.

re: religion, soul is generally kind of uncomfortable around christianity (see: two wuv), and I think that religious trauma informs how he sees whole. after all, in christianity suffering is seen as just and holy, and soul definitely sees his suffering as a form of worship. he's the ultimate martyr, the sacrificial lamb, using his pain as devotion because otherwise it's just pain with no meaning. he desperately wants all this to mean something, to be appreciated and his god be proud of everything he's gone through. it's also a more comforting religious experience, one untainted by past experiences. he knows that the christian god would hate him, but he can at least pretend that whole would love him. and he revels in that. clings to the possibility like a drowning man clings to a life preserver.

fun fact about that last part! my upcoming work actually has a passage about soul drawing whole:

It's never seen Whole, not exactly. Not like this. It sees Him in brief flashes, more of an impression of a face than His true visage. It's a face he's tried to recreate, to draw over and over, every single loop, so he doesn't forget what it looks like. {He refuses to look at his own for a reference. It feels blasphemous, to imply he could ever be comparable to Harmonia.}

and in the beautiful world I've crafted in my brain where they can interact, I think soul would be so incredibly nervous getting anything for whole. after all, what do you possibly get a god? how could your gift possibly be enough for divinity? he tries dozens of ideas: a tacky gag gift to make him laugh {too disrespectful}, a handmade gift {his work could never be good enough}, a simple gift {too mundane for a god}, an over the top extravagant one {too flashy for someone like whole}...

eventualy whole finds him sitting in his room, half-finished and destroyed gifts strewn across the floor. he says it's okay if he doesn't give whole something perfect, that the fact someone cared about him enough to want to give him a gift is the perfect present :-)

#thank you i love being the wholesoul guy... they mean so much to me #theyre so so cuteness and tormented <33 #cccc #chonnys charming chaos compendium #chonny jash #cj soul #cj whole #cccc soul #cccc whole #tridential tirade #captive audience #kaleidoscope posting

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MONTHLY MFIP UPDATE✨✨

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Hey folks 🦐 I finally got the chance to make this month’s MFIP Update cuz god damn life was kicking my ass. College is fine for the most part tbh, just a lot of reading and writing cuz of the specific classes I chose. HOWEVER I have 💥FUCKING PMDD💥 so um skill issue on my part but it’s why I’ve been kinda exhausted as shit this week and was late with the update so my bad folks! (Also for more info on PMDD, click here! I don’t wanna spend this post yapping about it but wanted to leave a resource to spread awareness just in case :3). Also, Imma be tagging some of y'all who have been reading/supporting MFIP consistently just for this post, so yk you guys actually know these updates exist. I was gonna do that for the first ever update but as with many things, I forgor, so I'm doing it now! They’re supposed to come out on the 18th of every month, but yk sometimes life happens and I’m a lil late. It won’t be any earlier than the 18th tho so look out for these once it hits that date! Anywho, cheers to this month’s update!

Alrighty folks we be starting with the Art~!

Alrighty so obvious new thing, WE GOT RAPH’S REF SHEEEEEEEET TEEHEEEEEEE

BRO IM SO HYPE ABOUT IT! It turned out so genuinely amazing and I’m ridiculously proud of it! Especially cuz I honestly thought Raph was gonna be a harder design to figure out yk? I’m not used to drawing his body type, I wasn’t as familiar with his outfit, and even tho I’ve sketched him a few times before, I was just a bit nervous with Raph. Funfact, he’s also been the hardest to figure out how to write back when I was first starting MFIP. I genuinely don’t know why, but I got there eventually (I actually really love writing him now—) and same thing happened with his design!

Since MFIP’s taking place a few months after the Krang invasion, i’m able to take creative liberties and update the boys’ designs more! For some clarification btw, in my story’s lore, the invasion took place in September 2020, and MFIP starts on March 2021. Anywhizzle, my ideas for the boys’ designs is to combine their movie look with their show look, cuz while I do LOVE the black on them, it doesn’t feel right to me to not make them still unique in their own ways. These guys are all about authenticity, so why make their gear exactly the same, ya get me? I basically recolored his show gear to be black and red (and added a lil asymmetry on his legs) cuz I think it makes Raph feel older and more sure about himself, just feels right for him! I also just think the red fade on the black is hella cool! Fun lil color theory i think application, the black is more of a really dark, inky blue, so it makes the red pop out even more! I decided to make a bow out of his mask tails, too! I don’t wanna spoil the entire lore reasoning for it yet (it’ll pop up in the story), but I can indeed say it’s intentional that it looks a little like a lunamoth with damaged tails :3 I also took a BUNCH of creative liberties with his sais’ handles, since we haven’t really seen it much so like idk gaslight yourselves into thinking it’s always been this epic✨✨

Also I gave him his shorts back because FUCK YOU I LIKED THE RED TRIMMMM—

OH I ALMOST FORGOT yes he has longer eyelashes! I saw he grows to have really pretty eyelashes in the future cuz of his turtle species, and I wanted to lean into that by showing they’re starting to grow now :3

Bullshit Gag Because Yes‼️‼️

There ain’t shit to say about this, I just pulled a silly. I saw the fact Donnie was supposed to have a “Doctor Donatello” persona in the deleted episode where Dale turns into a werewolf. I’m really heavily on the train of Leo being the team medic and into medicine in general. I don’t think it makes sense for Donnie to be the medic judging by his sensory issues and this mf being as much of a germaphobe as my mom, and in my opinion it felt too stereotypical anyway to have Donnie be the medic. Ofc, to each their own, and this is just my interpretation of it, but I thought it’d be funny if Donnie still had this persona and was passionate about it, but was like horrifically bad at being a doctor. I made this dumbass sketch that I’ll finish sometime in the future (it’s gonna be a chapter in Arc 3 probably) and I just wanted to share it with yall~

THEY’RE HUMAN NOW⁉️

My ass wanted to show off cuz I’m sketching out some ideas of what my human designs for the boys culd be. I already did Leo’s like ages ago so he’s not on here but I’m realizing as I’m typing this my dumbass forgor to post it so um my bad I will do that in a few days—

But I wanted to design (or more accurately, redesign cuz I did draw em once a while back but I’m not satisfied with them) and I think I ate so far so uh yea. There isn’t any logic to sharing this, I just thought it was cool😭

And actually, imma share them here too just so y’all can see my boy ;w;

(A lil outdated cuz I didn’t give him lips at the time)

Okay there we go~

As you can see, I want all the boys to look kinda etherial and like they'd turn heads, and I think I am SUCCEEDING SO HARD SO FAR CUZ DAMNNNN THEY'RE ALL PRETTY AS SHIIIIIIIT TEEHEE✨ Also am tryna make sure they actually look Blasian since that's what the canon of my story says they are. I'll talk about them more another time when I have all of them on here~

But yea that's all for art this time folks :> ONTO THE NEXT THINGGG

Chapter Progress Time Whoop Whoooop‼️‼️

I didn’t make much progress on anything this month due to college—again, it’s fine, but there’s a shit ton of time management going on in my part to just manage everything and make sure I’m on track—BUT I am indeed still working on chapter 10. We’re up to 20 pages now which is only two more pages written from last month, but it’s kinda cool writing Donnie and I feel like I’m getting a better understanding of him! One thing I’ve been tryna do is understand autism better as a condition cuz I do wanna acknowledge and show bro’s autism instead of just ignoring it due to a lack of understanding. Donnie ain’t Donnie without it, ya know? I don’t know everything and tbh I would say I still have A LOT to learn on the subject matter, but I’m tryna expand my knowledge every opportunity I get and experimenting with how to better show it! This is to say tho, I’M NOT A MEDICAL PROFESSIONAL, NOR AN EXPERT ON THE AUTISM SPECTRUM. This is what I’m finding and comprehending via my own research, and can tbh end up being wrong so please don’t quote me as a reliable source, I’m still learning ;v;

I remember one of the things I kept hearing about was autism leading people to struggle with empathy. The best way I heard it being described was someone bringing the example of when their friend was upset. That person can’t truly feel their friend’s emotions because they’re not the one experiencing it, so can’t properly understand how it’s making their friend feel. But they can see that their friend is communicating their sadness, and they still try to comfort them and make sure their friend knows they’re there for support. I understood it as bringing logic to emotions in a sense; collecting data and figuring out how to handle the situation based on the data rather than using intuition alone.

I’ve been using that to figure out how Donnie might handle more emotionally subtle situations, where he might try to rationally work through what’s happening and kinda substitute it in place of natural empathy. Like the little tidbit I gave above! Instead of just automatically being able to get vibes that the other person is upset, I felt maybe Donnie would instead notice the fact their tone is kinda different from before; it’s basically a data point. With that data point in mind, he could connect it to past experiences where a tone change could indicate a mood change, and as a result he might conclude that Salena’s tone change means she’s upset. I comprehend it as manually working through empathy rather than it being second nature, if that makes sense. Obviously and thankfully Donnie isn’t gonna spend the entire chapter playing a guessing game or anything with Salena’s emotions, it’s just one lil moment that I thought was cool challenge to myself with when writing him! I really love putting myself in the characters’ shoes when I’m writing them or their dialogue. I highly recommend it as a tool too, since it's helped me a lot with staying in character!

Last Lil Segment Y'all

Aight so, I wanted to try doing something cool if y'all are up for it. I really love rambling about my story and lore and characters blah blah blah, but I don't really know how to do so tbh. I'm not that familiar with how social medias work cuz I just never took it seriously, and I don't wanna just keep being like HEYYYYY ASK BOX IS OPENNNNN like I'm screaming from the top of the hill either. Sooooo insteaddddd

I think it'd be fun to do Q&As here! Or at least something similar. I'll open my ask box again and feel free to send any questions you want; it can be about the story, past lore, design questions, getting to know the characters, absolutely anything! Then when I'm gonna do my update for the month, I'll compile all y'all's asks, (prolly will have to tag to make sure you guys know I answered it, or if you ask anon then uh idk look out for the monthly update) and then answer them during the monthly update as the last section! I think it'll be a cool way to make this feel more interactive, and gives me an excuse to ramble. Don't be afraid to ask potentially spoilery questions either! If it's something I can't spoil yet or even give hints or vague answers about, I'll just say so in the update!

Anywhizzle, That's All Folks~!

I'm glad there was so much to talk about this month! I actually deadass thought it would be short but I should know better with my yapping' ass💀✨ But yeah, thanks for reading everyone! I hope y'all enjoy the rest of your days, and I shall see you next month~ Bye :D

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By the way, if you guys think you’d like to be tagged whenever an MFIP chapter is posted, lmk in a reblog or comment (no asks or dms plz, too inconvenient) and I’ll be sure to tag so it’s more reliable than tumblr notifs :3🫶

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