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theamberfist · 15 days

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One Blind Mouse | Uncle Alastor + Reader

Familial! Alastor is Reader's Uncle

Description: One day after an overlord meeting, Alastor stumbles upon a giant demonic mouse that he soon realizes is his relative from life.

(Notes: CW Alastor, death, violence) (gender neutral reader) (Reader is Alastor's niece/nephew/whatever term you prefer) (Reader is blind) (Reader is a mouse sinner) (Pretend Alastor had a sister for the sake of this oneshot)

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Alastor's ears perked at the familiar sound of screams that always seemed to accompany the streets of hell. He'd just stepped out of a surprisingly entertaining overlord meeting and now his high spirits lead him to take a walk down the road.

This part of the city, being Carmilla Carmine's territory, was significantly less of a disaster compared to most of hell, and although he didn't enjoy the area nearly as much as some others- such as Rosie's Cannibal Town- it was still a pleasurable enough experience. As he walked, he calmly held his microphone-cane behind his back and took in all the sights.

Most of it was nothing out of the ordinary; sinners running in fear at the mere sight of him, remnants of bloody fights and brawls, as well as a few trashed buildings and alleyways the overlord expected Carmilla to be very unhappy about.

Alastor sighed. If there was one thing he both loved and hated about hell it was that every day tended to be just the same. Territory disputes, murders that were ultimately never permanent, and newly-killed human souls ending up fearful and disoriented as they randomly appeared throughout hell were all nothing he hadn't seen before. In his time living down here, he'd come to place great value on entertainment and breaks from normality. At the very least, they made afterlife in hell a little more fun.

It was because of this he considered summoning Husk or even Nifty to liven things up. That was what he normally did when he lacked any other form of entertainment, but before he could even decide which to rip from their normal lives, a new sound reached his ears that suddenly caught his attention.

It was almost akin to a roar; something he would have expected to hear from a lion or even a dinosaur if they were more common forms for sinners to take on. Glancing up, he now realized the sound had come from just a few blocks away, where a giant figure towered over some of the nearby buildings.

It looked like a huge...rat? That was the best way Alastor could describe the entity; with glowing grey eyes, demonic markings, and surprisingly sharp claws and teeth. The rat was ripping apart the nearby buildings as sinners screamed and tried to run away, which made the Radio Demon's ever-present smile widen. It seemed he'd found some entertainment at last.

So of course, he made his way towards where the rat was towering over buildings; realizing it was right on the edge of Carmilla's territory; approaching that of the V's. He hadn't even realized he'd been so close to their space but it hardly mattered now. While he'd at first assumed the rat's goal to be complete destruction simply for the sake of discussion, that didn't seem to be the case now that he observed them.

They were ignoring most of the frightened sinners around them; aside from a few that happened to scream extra loud as they ran. Instead, their focus was more towards the nearest building; a TV store in which every single piece of merchandise had a different channel playing at once that made for quite an obnoxious display of sound. Even Alastor wanted to cover his ears, not stopping the giant rat sinner as they tore the place apart sloppily.

He continued watching the scene for a few more moments until a car finally showed up nearby and a tech-related sinner stepped out with a frightened look on her face. Alastor recognized her as one of Vox's employees from back when they'd still been friends, though he was surprised the TV producer hadn't fired her yet with his poor track record of employees.

Once out of the car, she approached the giant rat cautiously; as if unsure of how to handle the situation.

"E-excuse me?" The sinner called, though the rat ignored her, "I demand you stop! This store is property of Vox Tech and you're going to have to pay for any damages you cause!" Alastor's smile only widened now, curious to see whether this seemingly out-of-control sinner would even acknowledge the tech demon or if they'd just continue to go about their destruction. If his employee couldn't handle things, perhaps Vox would even come all the way down here himself, and wouldn't that be a treat to watch?

As expected, the rat ignored her as they crushed another giant flat-screen TV between their claws. The Vox Tech employee seemed almost offended as she came closer to them.

"How dare you?!" She exclaimed louder now; taking on a more demonic form that was indicative of her anger, "Have you no respect for the art of television?!" This seemed to finally get the rat's attention because they paused, dropping the shattered TV and turning to face her as they gazed down.

"Art?" They repeated, their voice coated with that demonic tone one became accustomed to hearing while in hell. Alastor raised an eyebrow at the realization that this was not their regular form, wondering what they could have originally looked like but not saying anything just yet. "You call this art?!"

The rat grabbed another TV and threw it at the tech demon, nearly crushing her under its weight if she hadn't gotten out of the way in time. "This is pathetic!"

Alastor had to agree there. Television had always been a lesser form of media to him, and it seemed this other sinner understood that too. Perhaps when they calmed down the two of them would get along.

Though, there was another part of him that took note of how familiar this particular was...

The rat grabbed two more TV screens and crushed them in either hand now; snarling. "Don't pretend to know anything about art if you support him!" Alastor knew without needing to ask that they were referring to Vox, which made his smile widen even more. It seemed he really would get along with this rat. Though, the more he listened to them speak, the more it felt like he should recognize that voice.

"Don't make me tell you again! Unhand our property!" The tech demon tried, though she was shaking as the giant rat stared her down.

"No." The rat replied before tossing another TV at her. This time, it managed to hit her and she was knocked back into the nearby wall. It seemed the impact was enough to kill her, too, because her body finally went limp. Alastor knew she wouldn't be dead for long before regenerating but it had done the job for now, anyway.

It seemed the only one that didn't realize that was the rat because they reached for another blaring TV and tossed it in the direction of the now-dead sinner again. Then they grabbed another and did the same before repeating the act again and again until every last screen had been destroyed.

It was only then that the Radio Demon realized what was going on as he watched the giant rat feel around the destroyed store for any more Vox Tech Products; they were blind.

They couldn't actually see the tech demon when she'd shown up; they'd only known where to throw the TV based on where they'd heard her voice. They'd been sloppily feeling around and grabbing TV's earlier because they could hear the obnoxious sounds coming from them, and they'd only killed the extra loud sinners because they could hear where they were.

How interesting, Alastor thought as he watched the rat's shoulders rise and fall as they caught their breath. They were far from the first blind person he'd met but they were the first one he'd run into in hell thus far. Based on the display he'd just witnessed though, they were doing just fine down here despite not having sight. He was about to step forward and introduce himself when a peculiar sight stopped him.

The rat, which had been giant just a moment ago, was now shrinking in size before his very eyes. They went from being taller than the nearby building to becoming so small he couldn't even see them from where he stood anymore.

Curious, he stepped forward, realizing they'd shrunk to the size of a mouse. And, in fact, it seemed that that was exactly what they were; not a rat, like he'd presumed earlier. Like most sinners in hell, they still possessed human qualities, but the big mouse ears on their head and the tail made it apparent which animal they were meant to resemble.

Amusement shined in the Radio Demon's eyes now as he continued observing the little creature. This tiny mouse had done all that damage just moments ago; leaving one of Vox's stores in complete ruin. He never would have expected them to possess that kind of strength based on how they looked, but it made him all the more curious of their motive as he now approached them.

"Well, hell there!" He called. Immediately, the mouse jumped in surprise and reached for their ears as if they were in pain. "My, that was quite a display!" He went on, ignoring their clear shock, "May I ask what might have prompted it?"

There was a long pause as the tiny sinner regarded him, now bent at the waist so that his face was a little closer to their eye level. For a second he wondered if they really were capable of speaking or if he'd simply imagined it earlier, but then they shouted.

"Uncle Al?!" Their voice, which had lost its demonic edge and returned to normal now, suddenly sounded so familiar that it felt as if the Radio Demon had been hit by a truck. How had he not recognized you before? What other little demon could have casually caused so much destruction to a TV store than his own niece/nephew/etc?

"Why, is that you, my little mouse?" He asked with a grin so wide it nearly hurt. You nodded eagerly, immediately running up to hug him. You were so small, though, that you could really only latch onto his ankle.

"It is, Uncle!" You replied, only now realizing how ironic his old nickname for you had turned out to be. You'd known the second you'd heard his voice that it was your favorite family member and finding him again like this couldn't have made you happier. Alastor chuckled, kneeling and placing a hand beside your little body on the ground. Once you felt it beside you, you immediately climbed on and then he carefully held you up so that you were closer to his eye-level.

"And here I'd thought you ended up in heaven!" He told you, though his tone only held amusement. Your presence had always been enjoyable to him; ever since you were a baby. When he'd died, he'd been surprised to find he actually missed the nights when he used to have to come over and babysit you for his dear little sister's sake.

"Nope," you told him, "But I'm pretty sure mama is there! I've been alone down here for years." The Radio Demon nodded at that. Like their mother, he'd had no doubt his sister had gone to heaven. Your presence in hell was a surprise, but with how mischievous you'd been as a child, it made some sense, even if he hadn't gotten to see how you turned out when you grew up.

"It must have been quite lonely being by yourself." He replied as he brought you to his coat pocket now. You felt around the area before seemingly deciding it was acceptable and getting comfortable within the fabric.

"And loud." You nodded. Alastor didn't doubt that; you'd had great hearing even when you were alive, so he imagined those big mouse ears made it even more amplified now. "I hate television."

"I agree with you there!" Alastor replied as he began walking back down the street with you safely tucked into his pocket now. "Especially since the whole point of it is to see the pictures, isn't it?" You nodded, crossing your arms in disdain. "At least radio is tasteful." In life, you'd always loved tuning into your uncle's nightly broadcasts. No matter what you and your mother had been doing at the time, you'd always made her take you home to hear them. Alastor nodded in amusement now.

"Uncle Al, where are we going anyway?" You asked suddenly.

"Well, I do still have a broadcast to run!" The Radio Demon replied, "I'm sure the citizens of hell will want to hear about that giant mouse causing so much destruction earlier." You giggled and got a little more comfortable in the demon's pocket. "Now, while we talk, do tell me more about those demonic powers of yours?" The fact that you possessed the ability to grow and shrink between more and less terrifying forms just like he did was certainly not lost on him, and nor was the possibility of capitalizing on those powers with the potential of you two taking over hell as family.

♡ After that you're almost always found in Alastor's pocket whenever he goes anywhere

♡ Sometimes you like to hide in his pocket and then pop up at random times, which he used to scare some of the hotel guests after the first found you

♡ You go into your demon form whenever you get angry, which usually happens when you're surrounded by way too many loud noises at once and get overwhelmed

♡ Alastor thought it was entertaining at first but after the third time you broke his coat pocket by transforming while he was literally carrying you around, he invested in some cute little earmuffs to prevent it

♡ Everybody at the hotel thought you were adorable once they got past the initial shock of A) Alastor having a niece/nephew/etc and B) the fact that you'd popped out of his pocket and startled them

♡ Vaggie lets you ride on her hair bow sometimes and Charlie absolutely loves to pet your mouse ears (she's very gentle but sometimes gets too excited and Alastor has to pull you away from her)

♡ You were terrified of Husk at first because he's a cat and Alastor, always looking for entertainment, did nothing to help with that fear

♡ So for a while every time you would be near Husk he would have to be super careful not to scare you and make you go into demon form

♡ That was until you realized who you really had to be afraid of; Nifty

♡ She associates mice with uncleanliness so she tried to stab you many times at first. Alastor never let her actually succeed but he did enjoy watching her chase you around the hotel for the first week

♡ That was how you got over your fear of Husk because he would sometimes let you hide behind the bar in between the bottles of wine. He even fed you a piece of cheese once and you were sold on him after that

♡ Eventually though, a solution was reached with Nifty when Charlie suggested they dress you in nice clothes (A red striped suit like Alastor's or a dress version of his outfit, fitted for your tiny self) in order to give the cyclops a visibly difference between you and the actual vermin she was supposed to kill

♡ That worked well but you're still too scared to go near Nifty most of the time

♡ Sir Pentious dubbed you an honorary egg because you were close to them in size and he thought you were just so cute. He got you a little hat like the ones they wear and would even let you ride atop his hat (kind of like Alice with the Mad Hatter in the live action Alice in Wonderland)

♡ Angel Dust also loves you and one of the first things he did was introduce you to Fat Nuggets, whom you adored

♡ Sometimes you ride Nuggets around the hotel like a horse since you're the perfect size for it and Angel has many photos on his phone of the two of you being absolutely adorable

♡ Despite how he may seem, Alastor can be a very protective uncle. Since you've come to the hotel, he makes sure everyone keeps their volume down most of the time so as not to bother your sensitive ears. If anyone so much as raises their voice in your presence they're met with his sadistic expression and radio dial eyes as a warning

♡ No one is allowed to watch TV when you're around either; he doesn't care that English Descriptive Audio exists he just doesn't want you to feel sad that you can't have a normal experience like everyone else because that used to get to really you when you were a kid

♡ Since you're always in his pocket, you've met most of the other overlords at meetings and things

♡ Rosie adores you and every time she meets with Alastor she brings along a new mouse-sized outfit she sewed for you as a gift. You have a whole wardrobe of tasteful clothes made by her now

♡ Zestial and Carmilla think you're cute but won't ever admit it. They just smile whenever you pop out of Alastor's pocket during a meeting; wanting to see what they're all talking about

♡ You did meet Vox once because Alastor ran into him on the street

♡ That went about as well as expected and you turned into your demon form due to his loudness and the fact that he insulted your uncle

♡ You and Alastor took turns beating Vox up that day

..........

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nenayaquisieras · 3 months

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Simon has always been confused on why you gift him toys. Sure, most of the gifts you gave him were some of the things he liked. Bourbon, masks, gloves, make up for him to smudge his eyes with, some daggers and knives. Things that we're useful for him, just him. But later, you gifted him a toy airplane. He makes a comment about it, saying he is not a child anymore and you were better off giving it to Johnny instead.

"No, this is specifically for you, take it."

When he gets to him room, he walks toward his trash can, opening it with the tip of his boot. He gives one more look at the toy, his mood souring before throwing it into the trash. He goes on about his day, training, signing paper work, drills. Doing anything to ignore the pain stinging memories that the toy brought back. Emotions that were buried thousands of feet deep it could reach hell itself. Later, he lies awake in bed, staring at the ceiling, avoiding looking at the cylinder shape that's calling for him in his peripheral.

Fuck.

He pulls the covers off vigorously and stomps over to the trash can. He is standing over it like he's trying to intimidate it, as if it was an enemy he's trying to get rid of in battle. To anyone else, the scene would look comical.

He sighs to himself and reaches down to take out the toy he so cruelly threw away. He sets it on his desk and quickly walks toward his bed, facing away from his desk.

The next day, he wakes up feeling different. He swears he sees his room more vibrant, more lively. That energy follows him through out the day, having his other teammates notice his rather bright mood.

You catch him in the hallway. Pulling him aside to ask him about the paper work you left at his desk this morning. Of course, he notices the way you smile brightly, more so than usual. But he notices that you're not looking at him. More like looking at something next to him.

"What's got you so cheery?"

You turn to look up at him, feeling a bit embarrassed.

"I just..." You take a quick glance at the spot next to him, before bringing your eyes back upon his.

"I just hope you liked your gift." The same bright smile appearing on your face.

He stares at you, examining your words. Your expression.

You think you see his eyes crinkle a bit.

"Yea,"

"I liked it."

#call of duty #cod #simon ghost riley #simon riley #ghost #simon riley x reader #medium!reader #Joseph really liked his toy airplane #Honestly this was her way of giving his nephew toys without her bring up that she sees dead people #she can't be like “Ghost let me gift Joseph something”#he would be like “How the fawk you know who that is??”#sorry for errors its so late #but yea ill have more soon #I just cant figure out how to traumatize Gaz and Soap #Only Ghost and Price #love to see the old men suffer #ghost simon riley #ghost x reader

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tojisun · 7 months

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Biker Simon with the clubs kids 😮‍💨

https://www.instagram.com/reel/CydQgv0IaHO/?igshid=MzRlODBiNWFlZA==

HELP?? THAT IS SO COOL WHAT

simon snaps his visor up and laughs when he hears your nephew’s resounding merry scream, the boy still bouncing around excitably at simon’s little trick. he then stops waving his hands around to run back to simon and hug his legs.

“that was sooo cool,” he cheers, his voice muffled by his helmet.

simon fondly shakes his head before reaching down to unlatch the helmet from the boy’s little head.

“promise not to tell y’r aunt or y’r parents that i did that?” simon asks, holding up his pinky.

your nephew hooks his pinky with simon’s then mimes himself zipping his mouth shut, before theatrically whispering, “i promise!”

simon chuckles and ruffles the boy’s short hair before straightening back up to remove his own helmet only to jolt in surprise at seeing you standing by the garage door, your jaw hanging open. it’s all the confirmation simon needs to know that you’ve caught them.

“uh-oh,” your nephew gasps out, having caught on.

uh-oh indeed.

“sweetheart,” simon starts. “i, uh, won’t do it again-”

“how’d you do that?! that was so cool!” you shout, too buzzed to notice that you’ve cut him off, before elatedly bouncing – truly like aunt, like nephew – towards him, your eyes still wide with glee.

you stand beside your nephew and simon chokes on his laughter when he notices the way you two are staring up at him in twin awe, your guys’ cheeks round from the forces of your smiles.

if only he can take a picture of the two of you right now.

simon later receives a message from your brother-in-law.

> Apparently, I’m no longer his favourite adult.

attached is a video taken from the garage’s security cameras – simon doing his little trick, your nephew bouncing around happily, and then you ambling towards the two of them in your mismatched slippers.

simon saves the video and bites a grin as he sends in his reply.

You never were. <

(biker!simon root post)

#suns.hc #im not ready for kids so yall get nephews‼️‼️#biker!simon #simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley x reader #ghost x reader #simon ghost riley #suns #anon #ask #ITS SO CUTE IMAGINING BIKER!SIMON DOING THIS OMG AWWW #also bae what is uhhh clubs kids? 😭

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toxicanonymity · 2 months

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busted (jailbird one shot)

2.5k WORDS, JOEL "JOJO" MILLER x f!READER SUMMARY: You roleplay as cop and sex worker. WARNINGS: I8+, no plot just smut, roleplay, manhandling, handcuffs, bj, unsafe PIV, creampie, fluff. writer chooses not to warn in further detail, read at your own risk. Read alone or see jailbird masterlist for relationship & reader history. NOTES: On hiatus, but this has been in my tumblr drafts since 3/20. Ty for the ask. They've both served time. This happens while Joel's aunt/your former cellmate is still locked up. Ty again to everyone who made me write cellmate's nephew (history) 💀. Divider by @saradika-graphics. @toxicfics for notifications.

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You sit on Joel’s bed alone, wearing a short skirt, a lace bra, and fishnet stockings he already ripped wide open the last time you wore them. You finish lacing up your boots, tuck a wad of cash into your bra, and get a tictac mint from your purse. Then you put on the bag and close the bedroom door behind you as you leave.

As you walk into the living room, the front door opens. You realize you’re holding your breath and feel silly. Your heart skips a beat when he steps through the door.

He pauses long enough for you to take in his whole form. . .tattooed arms swelling out from the sleeves of his slutty, blue uniform. Your eyes fall to his crotch as he turns to face you. The tight polyester pants leave little to the imagination. The whole, massive outline is visible atop his thigh, straining the fabric. He smooths his mustache and tilts his head, checking you out. Then he keeps a straight face as he steps toward you and says,

“‘S’cuse me, miss. Can I see some ID?”

Your heart flutters. You’ve played the part so many times. Played lots of parts. You're used to being who the client needs. But here you are with a little stage fright in front of your boo. And Jesus Christ, there’s something about his prison tattoos bursting out of that uniform.

You stand still in the middle of the room and he slowly paces around you. A few feet away, but close enough to smell the cigarette he must have enjoyed outside and the cologne he reserves for date nights. The sight and smell of him makes you tingle. His touch might make you physically swoon. He clears his throat, and your face heats up. You lock eyes with him, and there’s a sparkle in his gaze, but he manages to hold firm, not breaking.

“I, um – I have it somewhere.” You rifle through your bag.

“What’s that in your brassiere, ma’am?” He takes a baton off his hip and gestures to your bra cup. Your chest is lightly dusted in a caramel flavored shimmer powder.

“Oh,” you stammer, looking away. “I dunno why I put this here when I have a purse,” you mutter, half out of character.

“Just what I was thinkin’,” he cocks an eyebrow at you. He begins to stalk around you again, getting a little closer with each step, closing in on you. Then, he holsters his baton and stands behind your back, close enough to feel his body heat. You turn your face to the side and his scent wraps around you.

His hardness lightly grazes you, and you push your ass back instinctively. His left hand comes to your hip as his right hand snakes around your torso. His voice is deep and gruff.

“I’m thinkin’ this is dirty money.”

He trails his fingers slowly up your sternum, then over the curve of your left breast to your black push-up bra. You watch the faded barbed wire flex on his hand as he slides two fingers into the bra cup, retrieving the cash. He lowers his volume and his lips brush the shell of our ear. “Real dirty, honey.”

“It’s nothing,” you shake your head, getting into a better rhythm.

“Lemme take this off your hands,” he offers and lifts the strap of your purse off your shoulder. He stuffs the cash in it and tosses the purse to Mabel’s easychair. The tictacs rattle as it lands. He returns behind you, and this time, both hands go to your hips.

“I’m thinkin’ we can work somethin’ out,” he murmurs. His hands meander up your sides, then back down. He holds onto your hips and pulls you back against him, lightly grinding his hard length against your skirt, making you throb.

“Fuck, Jo,” you whine in a whisper, pushing back on him like you shouldn't be. He exhales what you're pretty sure is a laugh. You can picture his smile. You're not ready to throw in the towel on this scene. You compose yourself and ask, “What are you doing?” You step forward, away from him, then turn around with a glare.

He slowly rubs his arousal and adjusts himself. Then he puts his hands on his hips and shifts his weight. He looks you up and down, slowly shakes his head, and clucks his tongue.

“Y’know, I didn’t wanna have to do this.” He reaches behind his back for his cuffs, and you head for the door.

He grabs you by the arm, and you continue to pull away.

“No,” you protest emptily, tingling at the thought of him getting rougher.

He wraps a strong arm around you and you keep squirming. He lets you pull away toward the door until you’re up against it. He presses his weight against you with a forearm on your upper back and warns, “Resisting arrest?”

He wrangles your arms behind your back, and the cold metal edge makes you shiver as your first wrist is cuffed. The second cuff clicks into place and he tightens them. Your cuffed hands desperately feel around the front of his pants, and he shifts his hips to help you find what you're looking for. You softly moan when your palm meets the hard length in his pants.

“So now ya wanna be good,” he taunts, then lets out a barely audible grunt, pressing his hips forward, arousal swelling against your palm.

“Yeah.”

“Yeah?”

“Yes, officer.” He takes your hands and puts them on your mid back, and you keep them there. He yanks the whole skirt up over your ass in one go, watching your ass drop, fishnet diamonds stretched over it. His hips push forward and his hardness makes you throb.

“Spread’em,” he commands.

You widen your stance.

“Good girl,” he murmurs, then wedges a hand between you and the door. Your palms rest on his tummy as he shoves his hand between your legs and feels how wet you are through the pre-ruined fishnets.

“Alright, let’s make a deal,” he growls, then cruelly takes his hand away without so much as putting half a finger in you.

He grabs you by one arm and pulls you over to the sofa. “Knees,” he murmurs, and helps you down onto the carpet. He pats your head then sits down on the sofa with a sigh, manspreading. He splays his arms out on the back of the couch and looks at you affectionately for a moment before his face hardens again. He takes off his fake utility belt in a hurry.

“Got five minutes to convince me not to take ya in,” he warns, "If ya can handle it." He lifts his hips, giving you a rush of arousal. He pulls at his uniform pants, and they snap open at the side. This must have been quite a hit all those years ago on stage. For you, he's not wearing anything under them. You glance at his hip tattoo. Yeah.

He frees his massive cock and wraps his hand around the clean shaven base. He squeezes it as he looks at you darkly. "Such a bad girl." He scoots toward the edge of the sofa. Your hands are still handcuffed behind your back, skirt still sitting up above your ass.

You lean forward, dip your head, and he feeds you his cock. You slurp the fat head into your mouth and he sighs, watching you with a softening scowl. "Fuck yeah," he breathes. His knees bracket you and help you balance with no use of your hands as you bob your head. He moans as you suck him. You stretch your jaw, sucking at the smooth, salty tip, then take a few inches into your mouth and hold it, feeling him throb. "God damn," he curses softly. You suck with the back of your throat and carefully take as much as you can, expertly swallowing his length. You take him so deep that your lips brush his shaved pubic skin, and your eyes prickle with tears.

“Fuck,” he mutters. “Get up here.”

You slowly let his cock out of your mouth, and a string of slobber falls away with it.

He grabs your arms and helps you stand. He could stand to be rougher about it. But he's all but abandoning character, overtaken by the way you make him feel. The real you.

He helps you balance as you kneel onto the sofa, straddling him with your thighs spread wide. His breaths are heavy and getting heavier as he eyes your tits and the front closure of your bra.

He sits up straight. He wraps an arm around you and interlaces his fingers with one of your cuffed hands. "Doin' so good, baby." With his other hand, he swiftly unhooks the front clasp of your bra, and the cups break apart, letting your tits fall out. He takes a nipple into his mouth, then passionately licks and kisses his way up to your mouth. He palms one breast as he sucks the other and holds your hand behind your back. He pulls you right against him so your clit presses against his warm, hard cock and it makes him moan against your breast as he throbs against you.

He moves you, grinding his cock on your clit. He kisses your breast again, then drags his nose up your chest and feverishy kisses you everywhere on his way to your neck, where he sucks you long and slow. He lets go of your hand and slides his hand down, reaching under your ass to your cunt, where he slides his fingers through your slick then spreads you open for him.

He maneuvers you up to get clearance for his cock. He runs the tip through your slick, then massages your clit with it before notching at your entrance. You twitch at the contact, then begin to sink onto him and he pulls you down with a grunt.

"That's my girl," he breathes.

His lips find yours, and the kiss is long and slow with him seated fully inside you. He moves you on his cock, and his hips roll under you at a slow rhythm, stretching you with his girth, making you twitch already. You break the kiss with a moan.

You look down between your bodies, then purr, “is it hot in here, officer?”

“God you're fuckin’ hot,” he gushes with urgency. He reaches in his shirt pocket for the key to the handcuffs and wraps his arms around you. His cock twitches and he fumbles around as he uncuffs you. You rip open his snap button uniform top, then cradle his face and your lips smash back together and his tongue finds yours. He pulls you close. Your tits press into his chest and you moan into his mouth as you roll your hips.

You sigh and curse and moan against each other's mouths as you ride him.

“Fuck, baby,” he breathes. “I coulda came soon as ya—fuck–the way you were clawin’ around for my cock just to feel it—ohhhh.”

He playfully plucks at the fishnets then kneads your ass as you fuck. He lets you take the lead, sliding his hands down to your legs, then your boots. He sighs, "Ohh, baby," as you ride him.

“Yeah,” you breathe, feeling sharply on the edge already, with his cock inside you and the ghost of it pressed up against you through those pants.

“Ohh, fuck,” he pants, “yeah.” His flesh fills yours so perfectly, stretching you around him. Your body wetly hugs his length as he smoothly thrusts up into you. He growls into your neck, “I can't get enough’a ya.” You card your fingers through his hair.

“God you feel good,” you gush. “So fucking good. He’s kissing your neck wet and sloppy now. You both breathe audibly. "God, I love this cock," you pant. Your breath is shallow with your pending peak. You grind against him, then let it overtake you. “Fuck,” you breathe as your walls flutter around him.

He groans as you come on his cock. As you finish your peak, he’s clearly holding back. You look down at his inked torso glistening.

You both watch where your bodies meet, and you tell him, “i want you to come.”

“c'mere” he takes your jaw in one hand, and brings your lips back to his. He holds you tight, kissing you for a few thrusts, then his lips fall apart to moan and breathe vocally as he fucks you.

He pulses inside, pinching his eyes shut. He groans into your cheek, and you finger his curls as he pumps you full. Then you relax into his arms.

You share a long moment without words, and he holds your head. Then he uses his chest to push you slightly off him. He looks you in the eyes, then does a double take down to your tits and dips his head to kiss one before returning his attention to your face.

You're still on his cock, and the stretch persists even as he slowly softens.

He looks back and forth between your eyes and blurts out, “you should move in.”

You laugh in shock.

“‘m’serious, baby,” he says with a smile. You bite away another laugh and his smile fades. He whispers, “Dead serious.”

He pulls you in for a kiss, then breaks away to await your answer.

You haven't thought about it, really. Not yet, anyway. But it doesn't feel out of the question. You glance over to Mabel’s chair.

“She knows,” he assures you. It doesn't make a difference right now, but you pray she'll get paroled sooner rather than later.

“Just think about it,” he offers.

You nod and bite your lip, running your hand through his hair affectionately, still plugged by his cock. "Tempting," you smile.

“I'm a lucky man either way,” he says.

Your face heats up, and you reflexively lighten the conversation. “Why’d ya cuff me if ya wanted me on top,” you laugh.

“Hell if I know what I want,” he admits. He kisses your neck then murmurs, “Just want ya every which way all the time.”

thank you for reading, and thank you for your support. love you guys <333. my tag list is gone for real this time, sorry. I'm also on a break from writing & reading but had this in my drafts.

#joel miller x reader #joel miller smut #jailbird #joel miller x female reader #toxicanonymity ☠️#joel miller x ofc #cellmate's nephew!joel #CN!Joel Miller #cellmate's nephew!joel miller

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dragons-and-handcuffs · 7 months

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Daemon Targaryen x male/nephew!reader

You are the heir. The eldest son of Viserys and older brother of Rhaenyra.

You and your uncle always had a close bond. It was Daemon who was present when you claimed your dragon. It was Daemon who taught you how to fight. It was Daemon who you always look up to.

Others didn't like how close you were with him but neither you or Daemon cared.

Daemon was away for a while but came back for your namesday. As a gift he gave you a valerian steel sword that is just fit for a king and also took you to the best brothel in kings landing. He paid for the best and exotic whores and you both shared them.

By the end the boundaries between you and Daemon vanished. Daemon was proud of the man you have become and wanted to reward you. You were willingly on your knees as he took you from behind.

You two often visited the brothels for the next few months. You two always teaming up in the council and always go to war together.

When you got married you happily shared your wife with Daemon. Your wife didn't have any complaints, in fact she enjoys it. Your will come to the room to find Daemon fucking your wife or she will come and find Daemon fucking you.

Imagine you and Daemon fucking right after winning a war, with bloods and all.

When you became king everyone advised you to kick Daemon out of the council but instead you made him your hand. He is your uncle after all and he deserves the respect and the power

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sketchyfandomgirl · 1 month

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I’m crying thinking about Simon being a good uncle to Joseph.

Thinking of Simon who’s watching cartoons with his little nephew until the wee hours of the morning, tucking him into bed after a long day of play.

Simon taking Joseph to the local park and being so engaged with him as he plays. Playing chase and being purposefully slow so Joseph can tag him, pushing him on the swing, and helicoptering over him as he plays on the monkey bars.

Joseph poking fun at his uncle for the silliest things and Simon playfully shoots back equally silly jokes til his belly hurts with laughter.

Simon, in the quiet of night after a long day of spending time with his nephew, wonders to himself if Joseph would like a few younger cousins. Cause now, he’s thinking about a few kiddos himself, if he finally decides to hang his beret up and find a nice partner.

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dragonanon · 3 months

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Death!Reader and God!Brother head cannons

Note: you can thank @sherlockhomies-42 for this, my brain hasn’t known peace since I read their stuff about the reader being Death in Hazbin Hotel. And if I don’t get my thoughts out right now I might honestly combust. 🙃

Lore HCs:

- Before Hell, Earth, and even Heaven existed, there was nothing….Until by some cosmic miracle, God popped into existence. God started by building himself a luxurious paradise; the same paradise that would eventually become Heaven.

- God relished in his wonderful new home for a while, but quickly grew bored with being alone. So he began creating animals and other small creatures to keep him company. At first, this worked out great! But to an ageless, immortal being like God, several years felt like mere moments to him; and before he knew it, his beloved creations had become incredibly old and were in ever increasing pain and discomfort as they continued to age, and there was nothing God could do about it. All he could do was create life, and once life had been created God was powerless to do anything to stop it or take it away.

- Just when it seemed God would be forced to watch his creations suffer forever, another incredible miracle happened; you popped into existence. Sporting six mighty black wings and a set of horns gracing your head, you gently touched each of the suffering creatures, and with your touch each one FINALLY had their suffering come to an end as they died, and their now freed souls traveled down to a newly created realm to rest and wait for whatever came next; Limbo.

- God watched in awe as you gave his beloved friends what he couldn’t; an ending. God realized quickly, based on an instinctual pull he felt towards you, that whatever force had created him had clearly struck again, and brought you into existence.

- God was now in the presence of a being just as powerful as him, but while you may have been his equal in terms of how you both came to be and the sheer power you both held, your powers were VERY different from his; almost like they were the opposite of his. That’s when it dawns on him, you’re his sibling! His counterpart! If his powers are to begin and yours are to end, then you’re meant to bring balance to everything! After all, there can never be a beginning if there’s no end, and there can never be an end if there is no beginning.

- It’s then that you’re given your name; “Death”, and as both the younger sister of God and the only one capable of bringing an end to any life he creates, your very existence leads to you both creating balance in the universe for the very first time.

- As the first order of business, God started creating ageless beings, like the Seraphim and other Angelic beings. And with your input, he gave them the gift of sentience so they could all think, feel emotions, and communicate with each other and you and your older brother, and the ability to create just like him.

- At some point though, God started getting more lazy and careless, given he didn’t have to do much now that he’d created ageless beings capable of thinking and creating things themselves. He suddenly had more free time than he knew what to do with, and it culminated in him pretty much just sitting back in his fancy palace, and allowing allowing his children do as they pleased while he casually observed from time to time from the sidelines. (Dude basically just became super depressed because now he essentially had nothing to do, and felt like he no longer served any purpose in existing. He hasn’t told you or anyone about these feelings tho, just drinks himself silly everyday and vibes in his palace.)

- This annoyed you GREATLY as you now had to essentially step up and provide guidance to the Seraphim and other Angelic beings when they needed it, because your brother couldn’t even be bothered to do that. You started to resent God for his “hands off” approach to running things, while God began to resent you for being “nagging and controlling”.

- The resentment eventually boiled over when Lucifer and Lilith inadvertently created Hell, and the other Seraphim and Angelic beings banished them both into the realm they’d created. Outraged by what God’s lack of involvement had caused, you got into a nasty fight with him as you pleaded with him to intervene and FINALLY put an end to the chaos he’d allowed to run rampant for centuries. God vehemently refused, insisting that the Seraphim and Angelic beings knew what they were doing and didn’t need his input. Furthermore, God believed that the punishment was justified given it was their actions that caused evil to invade the Earth.

- You were getting NO WHERE in this argument, so for the sake of your own sanity, you returned to Limbo to continue your work of bringing death to those who needed it. Along with the new task of taking dead souls back to Limbo, where they would stay until you determined whether to send them to Heaven or Hell based on how the soul had behaved while alive.

- That’s how it went for centuries before you decided you needed a little break, and informed Heaven and Hell that you would be taking a well deserved nap. This would mean that they would need to work together to sort souls in the meantime, as your reapers would ensure that death still continued appropriately on Earth while you sleep. Heaven and Hell agreed to this, and with that you curled up in bed and went to sleep.

- Speaking of reapers, reapers are permanent residents in Limbo. They are neither Angels nor Demons, but they’re ageless all the same. God actually made the first reapers for you, so they’re essentially the Limbo equivalent of Seraphim and other Heaven born angelic beings. These reapers, often called “First Ones”, have sentience and emotions since they were created by God himself. So you typically have First Ones lead the other reapers.

- All the reapers you’ve obtained since the First Ones are Limbo’s equivalent of Sinners, often called “Hollows”. Hollows are souls who in order to avoid eternal suffering in Hell, instead opted to willingly relinquish their humanity entirely and become an undead being working for you. In giving up their humanity however, the souls lose their ability to feel anything whatsoever. They’re little more than robots; doing what they’re told and not questioning it, all while feeling absolutely nothing. They’re called “Hollows” because that’s essentially what they are, hollowed out husks that now only exist to serve you.

- Regardless of whether they’re a First One or Hollow though, they all have the same job; find the humans whom you’ve given death to, reap their souls from their bodies, and guide them down to Limbo and care for them until you’ve sorted them into Heaven or Hell. The only real difference is the First Ones are usually in charge of the Hollows, ensuring that the Hollows reap the correct souls and are doing their jobs.

- If you had only known what your absence would cause, you would’ve NEVER went to sleep. For as SOON as you were out, Heaven took it upon themselves to decide where the souls went, completely defying your orders that Heaven and Hell work TOGETHER to decide that. To add insult to injury, Heaven also became incredibly elitist and picky about who got into Heaven, and this resulted in a vast majority of souls being sent to Hell for even the smallest infractions. The unbalanced approach of sorting souls eventually caused the over population problem and subsequent annual exterminations.

- With Heaven’s incredible arrogance and Hell’s complicity in this, both realms are in for a VERY rude awakening when you eventually wake up prematurely and see what they all have done. You’re gonna read Sera, Lilith, Lucifer, Adam, Lute, AND God the riot act for fucking your shit up

Okay lore time over, here’s the silly, more generalized, shit you’ve all been waiting for!

- When making the Seraphim, God made them in your image. He really just wanted to show his love and appreciation for you in some way, and he decided the best way to that was by basing the physical appearances of his first sentient creations on you. Hence why all the Seraphim are beautiful and have six wings like you do. It was literally like a kid excitedly making a piece of macaroni art of their sibling and being super excited to show it off to them

- All of the beings directly created by God are considered his “children”, so they all refer to him as “father”. Given that you’re God’s younger sister though, it also technically makes them your “nieces/nephews/niblings” and it makes you their “aunt”. You get called “Aunt Death” or “Auntie Death” by them a lot, but you’re cool with it because you think it’s cute.

- You weren’t supposed to have any favorites, but you always did have a soft spot for Lucifer in particular. He reminded you a lot of how God used to be back when you’d first come into existence; so energetic and excited to create things. You affectionately called him your “favorite nephew”.

- You haven’t seen God since the fight you had with him after Lucifer’s banishment into Hell. You actually miss your older brother dearly, but you’re still so pissed at him that you don’t feel like talking to him for the foreseeable future. You temporarily go back on this decision long enough to chew God out for allowing his children to make a complete mess of your realm, and destroying the balance you worked so hard to create and maintain. You’re back to giving him the silent treatment after that.

- Limbo is ONLY accessible by you, Cerberus, dead souls, and your reapers. No one else is capable of entering Limbo, hence why everyone assumed that the exterminations were successful in getting rid of excess Sinners. In reality however, all the “killed” Sinners were really just getting yeeted back into Limbo for re-sorting since something that’s already dead can’t die again.

- The persistent wailing and cries of the millions and millions of souls who were now trapped in Limbo was eventually what managed to wake you up early from your nap. You were not pleased in the slightest.

- Despite having a very gothic and menacing appearance, you’re incredibly gentle and kind. You feel great honor in being the one tasked with giving everyone the ending they need and deserve, and you take pride in caring for the souls that may have to stay in Limbo for an extended period of time whilst you decide where they will go next.

- You take no satisfaction in having a send ANYONE to Hell. It doesn’t feel good to know that you’re condemning someone to an eternity of suffering, no matter how deserving of that punishment they may be. Hence why it can sometimes take awhile for you to decide where a soul goes, because you want to be sure you’re really making the right decision.

- You’re saddened by how much like your brother Lucifer has become after his banishment, and you wholeheartedly believe that the ONLY reason he hasn’t completely turned into his father is that he has Charlie to think of.

- You and God are both fucking MASSIVE in your true forms. Like, “skyscrapers BARELY reach your hips”, massive. You’re both capable of shrinking down to be able to better interact with people, but even at your smallest you STILL tower over most Sinners.

- You’re low key salty that Lucifer went and had a baby while you were sleeping, because you missed out on getting to play the role of “doting great aunt” while Charlie was growing up. You’re trying really hard to make up for the lost time by visiting frequently. Much to the minor annoyance of a certain radio demon who doesn’t like the feeling of being in the presence of someone FAR more powerful than him. He deals with it and is polite tho because it’s FAR better to have someone as powerful as you be an acquaintance than an enemy.

- You can walk the streets of Hell with complete impunity because everyone either knows EXACTLY who you are and goes out of their way to stay in your good graces, or they end up finding out real fucking quick that you are NOT to be messed with.

- That being said, your presence is generally more accepted in Hell than it is in Heaven. In Hell, you’re far more likely to be willingly approached and have a nice conversation with a Demon. Whereas in Heaven, everyone is scared shitless of you except for Emily and actively tries to avoid even making eye contact with you. It’s like pulling teeth just trying to get someone to tell you what time it is. Of course you can ask anyone in Heaven anything and they’ll respond because they’re too afraid not to lol. But they’ll look like they’re on the verge of fainting then entire time you’re talking to them.

- The aversion to you in Heaven gets better over time as you’re seen having friendly interactions with Emily, but most Angels still get a bit uneasy in your presence. Sera is one of them because she knows that you’re BEYOND pissed at her and she’s one more fuck up away from getting dragged to Limbo and being made into one of your reapers to serve you AND the souls she hurt.

- Much like sending souls to Hell, you get no satisfaction in turning someone into a Hollow. Completely stripping someone of their emotions and sentience is not an enjoyable experience, even if it does result in you getting more help in Limbo. Despite this, you’re still required to make this offer to all souls set to be sent to Hell. You do your best to explain though what the consequences of this decision are though, and thankfully most souls see what becoming a Hollow entails and opt to keep their humanity. However every now and then you’ll get few who insist that becoming a Hollow will be a better fate, so you end up with new reapers.

- Vox is BIG MAD that his biggest rival is now rubbing elbows with the LITERAL Goddess of death. Dumbass had no clue who you even were at first so he didn’t care, but as soon as found out you were Death, the ensuing meltdown he had knocked the power out for the whole Pride ring. Alastor is aware of how pissed Vox is about this, so he purposely goes out of his way to play up his interactions with you when he knows Vox is watching. He can practically hear Vox’s apoplectic screeching when he does it, and it brings him immense joy every time.

- You’re often accompanied by Cerberus; a massive, three headed, doglike beast. God made him for you as a gift AGES ago to be a bodyguard and companion for you. Not that you ever NEED a bodyguard, but the thought was appreciated all the same. You ADORE Cerberus, he is the goodest good boy that ever did a good in your book. Cerberus loves you just as much and loves to give you kisses and cuddles.

- Lucifer was dog sitting Cerberus for you while you slept. Cerberus was a little shit during this time because he missed you, so he would often purposely ignore any commands Lucifer gave him. Charlie loved him though and he was actually great with her, so Lucifer put up with it.

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel x reader #death! reader #reader is death #death! reader head cannons #god these were fun to write #Lucifer trying to appeal to your generosity and mercy when you first storm into hell like:#‘Hello aunt Death! Wow you look great! Did you did you do something different with your hair? gosh it’s so good to see you!’#meanwhile internally he’s like: oh god oh fuck please don’t kill me please don’t kill me pleasedon’tkillmepleasedon’tkillmepleasedo-#you end up snorting and shrinking down from your true form to give him a hug and remark that he’s VERY lucky he’s your favorite nephew

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randomperson3736 · 6 months

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Three times!

Paring(s): Klaus mikaelson x son! Reader, kol mikaelson x nephew! Reader, Elijah mikaelson x nephew! Reader

Warning(s): broken bones, getting punched in the face, healing broken bones, fighting, swearing

Genre: comedy, kind angst

Word bank: M/N- male name

You're Klaus mikaelson's son, yes the original hybrid Klaus mikaelson. You had recently went shopping and spent a lot of money on a really fancy shirt to wear when you visit your uncles and aunts.

You got along with most of your uncles and aunts, except for kol. Who for some fucked up reason decided that it would be funny for him ro rip your shirt during an argument.

"You ripped my t-shirt!"

"And you broke my nose! Twice! Healed, broke it again! Two times!"

You got annoyed as he didn't apologise and continued to bitch about his nose. So, you ended up punching him in the face again. Breaking his nose again.

"Three times!"

In the background Elijah shook his head in disappointment while Klaus just smirked at his sons actions.

"M/N's just like you Niklaus..." Elijah sighs long.

"Well he is my son, brother" Klaus's smirk grew bigger as he watched you and kol fight.

Elijah glared at you before glaring at his brother. "That wasn't a compliment"

#fyp #x reader #x male reader #x son reader #x nephew reader #the originals #the mikaelsons x reader #klaus mikaelson x reader #klaus mikaelson #Klaus mikaelson x son reader #kol mikaelson #kol mikaelson x reader #Elijah mikaelson x reader #Elijah mikaelson #x y/n

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hyperfixatedoncrimminalminds · 3 months

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If your still doing requests I wanted to know if you could do another one with Spencer Reid and a child reader? Where he adopts a little boy (who’s about 5) because the little boy reminds him of himself. Only Rossi and Hotch know he has a kid then one day he brings his kid to work because he really wanted to spend time with his dad and uncle Dave and uncle Aaron. The team sees Hotch smile when he picks up Spencer’s kid and the team is shocked that one Spencer has a kid and two Hotch is smiling.

Spencer Reid X Autistic Son reader

Request: If your still doing requests I wanted to know if you could do another one with Spencer Reid and a child reader? Where he adopts a little boy (who’s about 5) because the little boy reminds him of himself. Only Rossi and Hotch know he has a kid then one day he brings his kid to work because he really wanted to spend time with his dad and uncle Dave and uncle Aaron. The team sees Hotch smile when he picks up Spencer’s kid and the team is shocked that one Spencer has a kid and two Hotch is smiling.

Sorry its been so long since I updated haven't been into Criminal minds as much.

Third person pov...

5 year old Y/N Reid was playing with his toys in his room, Y/N had lost his parents to a serial killer when he was 3 years old, during the case Spencer had grown close with the boy who was alone.

Spencer had noticed how similar the young boy was to him, he noticed how he lined his toys up, how he doesn't like eye contact, how he rambled on about his favourite types of flowers, he hated touch (apart from Spencer) how he fidgets alot he rocks on his feet, how the only every time he spoke was about his special interests.

The boy was Autistic and knowone understood him apart from Spencer, he was the only on the boy would talk and answer his questions.

When the cased ended the boy threw a tantrum when he realised Spencer would be leaving him, he felt safe with the man who help catch his parents killer.

After seeing how desperately the boy wanted to stay with him Spencer told Hotch and Rossi he was going to adopt the boy, Y/N couldn't go into Foster care they would understand his needs, but Spencer did.

Spencer became Y/Ns Daddy, the 5 year old of course remembered his parents and Spencer talked about them to the boy. As Y/N plays with his toys he looks at the written schedule made by his Daddy.

He looked at the one after breakfast, he then stood up and ran for his door. "Daddy!" He yells runs towards his Dad's room, hearing the footsteps Spencer come out of his room.

Picking the boy up into his arms Spencer looks at the boy for any injuries, after checking he was okay he asked the boy what was wrong, the boy fidgets with Spencers buttons as he answered.

"Can I come to work with you?" He questions the man, Spencer thinks for a moment. This would be a good time to introduce Y/N to his team. Smiling at the boy he nods his head. "Sure Sweetheart we can do that" Y/Ns face lit up in excitement.

"Yay! Thank you daddy!" He kisses Spencers cheek and wiggles to be let down, laughing Spencer set the wriggling boy down watching as he ran off to his room.

In his bedroom Little Y/N packed his favourite books on flowers, a couple toys, his water bottle, his comfort snack, his ear defenders and finally a comfort toy. His stuffed flower (jellycat actually have one it's so cute)

Packed and ready to go Y/N left his room and ran to the living room where his daddy was getting ready for work, Spencer was dressed and was packing his bag for work.

Y/N jumped onto the couch, bouncing up and down all excited to go to hid daddy's work. The little boy had already met Hotch and Rossi, they are like his Uncle's he calls them Uncle Dave and Uncle Aaron.

"Already to go?" Spencer asks his son who was eagerly bouncing on the couch. Y/N grins at the man as he jumps of the sofa and grabs his hand, Spencer laughs as he let's his five year old drag him to the door.

Putting their shoes on the father and son leave thr apartment, Spencer holds Y/N hand as they make their way to the FBI headquarters.

As they arrived, the little H/C haired boy was filled with awe and wonder. He had never been in such a big building before, and seeing all the agents walking around in their suits made him feel like he was part of something important.

"Come on Daddy!" He giggled running to the building as he did he dropped his Dad's hand, Spencer anxiously began running after the little boy.

He caught up to the boy easily, trying tk catch his breath he held Y/Ns hands and brought him close, Spencer the knelt down infront of the boy.

His eyes level with Y/Ns wondering ones he knows the boy is listening though he wasn't looking at him. "Now Y/N, you can't run while inside okay" he tells the boy.

Y/N nods his head, hugging his stuffed flower tight. "Stick close to me okay" he tells the boy, this time Y/N looks at him and smiles. "Okay Daddy" she smiles making Spencer heart soften at his son.

"Alright let's go" he says the two start walking towards the building this time Y/N holding Spencers hand tightly so he won't get lost.

As they walked into the BAU, Spencer could feel the stares of his colleagues as they noticed the little boy by his side as they make their way towards the elevators.

When they arrive at the bullpen more looks sent their way, Spencer and Y/N ignore them and make their way to the team.

As they enter the bullpen the Team are shocked to see their boy genius with a 5 year old boy. But despite their shocked expressions, Hotch's smile was the one that caught Spencer's attention.

Seeing his boss, who was known for his stern demeanor, smile so warmly at his son, made Spencer's heart swell with pride.

Y/N hid behind his dad, when he saw everyone looking at him, "Who's this?" JJ asked, smiling at the little boy attempting to hide behind Spencer.

Laughing at his son Spencer nudged the boy with his knee though it didnt dislodge the tiny hand gripping his trouser leg.

"This is my son, Y/N. Y/N meet the team" Spencer introduced, with a smile on his face. Y/N peaked out from his Dad's legs and waves at them before hiding again.

He was never great at socialising and never liked doing it, unless he had too.

The team's reaction was a mix of shock and joy. They couldn't believe that Spencer had a son, but they were happy to see him so Father like, JJ, Penelope and Emily were right he's make a great Dad.

As the team crowded around Spencer, Derek patting his back while he got hugs of the girls, Y/N managed to sneak away from them.

With his space being invaded the 5 year old reluctantly let go of his safety line, he ran of towards his Uncle Hotch, his protection against people and touching.

Said man already saw the boy coming he lent doen and picked him up making the boy giggle.

"Hello N/N" he says to the boy.

Giggling still Y/N wrapped his arms round the man's neck and gave him a hug. "Hi Uncle" he grinned, Hotch smiled at the boy a smile reserved for his own son.

Someone gasps making Hotch look away, it was Penelope. The colourful woman was pointing at the man holding the boy her mouth open in shock.

"Hotch man don't tell me you knew about him already" Exclaimed Derek, Hotch just shrugged and talking quietly to Y/N.

Spencer smiles at his boy, glad he had met the rest of his team finally.

The end!

Hope you liked this oneshot so sorry for the late update, beeb obsessed with Law and Order currently, getting back into CM though.

As usual sorry for any spelling and grammar mistakes.

Requests are open!

Word count: 1341

#criminal minds #fanfic #behavioural analysis unit #x child reader #fluff and comfort #oneshot #father son fluff #fluff #spencer reid x child!reader #spencer reid #spencer reid x son reader #x autistic child reader #uncle nephew fluff #uncle aaron #aaron hotchner #aaron hotcher x child reader

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theamberfist · 7 days

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Cursed-Cat and Mouse | Uncle Alastor & Cursed Cat Alastor HC's

Familial! Alastor is Reader's Uncle

Description: A strange cat pops up at the hotel one day and begins terrorizing everyone; especially a certain mouse

(Notes: CW Alastor, death, violence) (gender neutral reader) (Reader is Alastor's niece/nephew/whatever term you prefer) (Reader is blind) (Reader is a mouse sinner)

Words: 979

❀ These headcannons are related to One Blind Mouse, a little oneshot I wrote! A friend of mine said 'if you're going to have a mouse reader you need to involve Cursed Cat Alastor' so here were are! ❀

♡ Considering Alastor literally had a niece/nephew/etc who was a mouse, no one expected him to get a pet cat

♡ And to be honest, neither did he

♡ No one knows how or why the cat showed up, it just appeared one day and they couldn't get rid of it so it lives at the hotel now

♡ Everyone calls it 'cursed cat Alastor' because it apparently looks just like your uncle but he refuses to admit the truth of that name so he just calls it a vermin

♡ When the cat first showed up, you were terrified

♡ You thought your uncle Al had finally gotten tired of carrying you around in his pocket and had decided to do away with you when you heard the meow of a cat in the lobby

♡ So when the cat stopped and noticed you there was a good five seconds where you both just froze; you out of fear and it out of who-knows-what-emotion

♡ Then you took off running and, naturally, it chased you

♡ You probably ran all through the hotel (luckily you knew the place well enough not to bump into anything), shouting for your uncle, before he finally appeared and was surprised to see the little creature had no cornered you

♡ He thought it was a prank on your part at first. Even in life, you'd always loved to pull tricks like this. But when he noticed the cat literally salivating over you he finally reached down and grabbed it by the scruff of its neck; letting out a hum of curiosity

♡ You climbed up Alastor's suit to take your place safely in his pocket as he debated what to do with it and that was when everyone else came into the room, witnessing the scene

♡ Angel thought it was hilarious, Husk was as unamused as ever, Sir Pentious teared up at its cuteness, Nifty was distracted by some nearby bugs, and Charlie was so excited by the little creature that Vaggie had to hold her back from running over and grabbing it

♡ Charlie, loving the fact that the cat looked exactly like Alastor, insisted they keep it, to your dismay

♡ She listened to your concerns though and promised she wouldn't let it hurt you and that they'd train the cat

♡ She even got a little collar with a bell for the thing so you could more easily hear it when it was coming

♡ For the first week, you lived in absolute fear

♡ You refused to leave Alastor's pocket for anything except the few times he actually slept at night when you would bury yourself in his hair for protection

♡ For some reason, he and the cat really hated each other. Whenever he came near it, the thing would his and bat at him, earning an angry smile from him in response

♡ He tried to kill it several times through mysterious circumstances but to no avail. Somehow, the cat would evade his traps every single time; as if it simply couldn't be killed

♡ Finally, there was a day where you simply couldn't be in Alastor's pocket and he had to leave you behind at the hotel

♡ You were both devastated and terrified as your uncle left but Sir Pentious promised you he'd have the egg boys protect you until he came back

♡ They did a good job for about ten minutes but then they got distracted and suddenly you were left alone with the cat in the same room as you

♡ You froze as you heard it come over to you, fully expecting to be eaten right there and then. But to your surprise, it started purring and nuzzling against your tiny body. You reached up to pet its ears and then suddenly it didn't seem so scary anymore

♡ Imagine Alastor's surprise when he returned to the hotel later that day to find you curled up on the couch with the cat; fast asleep as you lay against its side. It was wide awake, though, with its eyes looking in opposite directions and everything

♡ After that Alastor almost wished the cat would have attacked you instead

♡ He could not get you away from the thing; no one could. It became like your little bodyguard; always around you as it protected you from any impending danger

♡ Charlie thought it was sweet but your uncle Al did not appreciate having his role as your protector be called into question like that

♡ You rode the cat around like it were a horse, you slept on its warm and soft belly, you let it lead you around like some kind of service animal, you took care of it and made sure its fur was always pristine despite it being the most cursed being the hotel had ever seen (in Alastor's opinion)

♡ He would never admit to being jealous of a literal cat but he was jealous of a literal cat; especially because it resembled him so much

♡ But since you loved the cat so much he had to put up with it

♡ The only time Alastor approved of your little bodyguard was when Lucifer visited the hotel

♡ Before, Lucifer would make a big show out of offering to become your uncle too, which Charlie was always happy about since she wanted a cousin. The king of hell liked you as much as everyone else at the hotel, and he especially liked making your uncle jealous the way he'd once done with Charlie

♡ But now that the cat was around it wouldn't even let Lucifer near you

♡ As much as the thing hated Alastor, it seemed to hate Lucifer even more so gone were the days where he could swoop in and offer to be your new uncle or put you on his hat and fly around like before

♡ Alastor supposed the cat was good for something, after all

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lazydoodlesandfanfic · 1 month

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Surprise Visit Pt 2 (Thor X Son!Reader)

Characters: Thor Odinson X Son!Reader

Universe: Marvel, Avengers

Warnings: None

Pt 1

Request: Hi, I'm just finish Poco's udon world, and right of the batch I thought what if Poco is Thor's son, Poco has some of his feature too and I remember your fic Surprise Visit. Can you please do a Part 2 of it?🥺 reader is like Thor but he quite shy and always bring with books that his mother read before bed they bonding by activities together Thor bring him to Asgard to meet his grandparents Loki read them books, tell them stories, show and teach them magic (Harry Potter) with Freyaa and all fluff❤

The first few days after finally meeting your dad had been awkward to say the least. You were spending almost every waking moment either with him, or your uncle. You had expected that Loki would be a lot more awkward with you- or straight up wouldn’t like you from the get go, but it ended up being kind of the opposite. Thor had been a bit too eager from the get go to play the fatherly role, and you found it unnerving, and when Thor realised that (with help from Clint and Steve pointing it out for him) he backed up and started to just try and get to know you, your interests, your dislikes, and take things a little slower. Loki, on the other hand, was nowhere near as pushy, gave you space, and didn’t force conversation on to you. Eventually though, you ended up finding something to bond with Loki over; Books.

You had been interested in the books he read, even if you couldn’t read the language, and worked up the courage to ask him about it, and after an explanation, he asked what kind of books you liked, and it was a start of an actual long and meaningful conversation. Loki took that, and hinted that Thor should look into those books. The next day, Thor showed up to your room with a pile of books in his arms and a grin on his face.

Things since then had got a lot better between you and your dad. Instead of forcing it, or acting the part for the sake of it, Thor had naturally fallen into the father role that made it a comfortable change for you. Thor had little interest in books, but you had the ritual with him now of him buying a book for you, you read it, and after every chapter, you give him a rundown of what happened in detail, and you’d discuss it. You’d opened up a bit with him over the weeks, about what your life was like growing up with mum, holidays, key memories for you, and the rituals you two had- including reading books before bed together, which was where your love for books came from. Thor soon got you some of the books you mentioned, so you could do it with him. You got into a nice rhythm of living with and being around your dad and uncle, to the point where you were expecting it when an advancement was suggested.

“How do you feel about going to Asgard with Loki and I, tomorrow?” Thor asked, as you were tidying up after another late night discussion about a book you had been reading- this one actually a recommendation from your Uncle Loki. You stopped what you were doing, and looked over at Thor, who waited patiently.

“Uh… sure. Okay.” You agreed hesitantly, and immediately his face lit up. You had long guessed this conversation would happen, so you had time to prepare for it, though you knew that was actually impossible. What could prepare you for going to the land of gods- where you know you didn’t belong, even if Thor was your father? “Do… Do they know about me?” You asked cautiously.

“Of course!” He immediately answered. “As soon as I returned to Agard after we met, I told mother and father about you, and my friends! I wanted to tell the entire kingdom, but mother- your grandmother, insisted we wait till you met them all first before telling the rest of Asgard. Freya, your grandmother, is the most eager to meet you.” He gushed to you. You’d heard a lot about your grandparents through both Thor and Loki. Admittedly, Thor was the only one who talked about Odin, and while Loki didn’t talk much about them, when he did, it was always about Freya, about how she was also a bit of a bookworm, and how she taught him magic.

You got up early the next morning, mostly due to struggling to sleep from the anticipation, and you didn’t have to wait for either your dad or uncle to be ready either, though you couldn’t tell if it was due to excitement or nerves, or maybe they were both feeling those things- your dad the excitement, and Loki the nerves. It didn’t help that your dad was a raving optimist, and your uncle was a pessimist, so you couldn’t tell who was feeling the right way, so you just adopted a bit of each of their emotions. Cautiously excited.

You honestly wasn’t sure what to expect when you actually got there, or even the process of getting there in the first place, but as soon as you left the Bifrost, you were in awe. Sure, they had told you all about Asguard- the rainbow path that led to it, the great kingdom, the beauty of it all, but none of that was in comparison to what you were actually seeing. You remained in stunned silence the entire walk up the bridge, actually entering into Asguard, past the several hundred people who came to welcome them back and ask about you, up until your father actually called for you, after seeing you distracted by something else further away. You turned, seeing several people stood with your father and uncle, looking at you smiling. “Y/N, these are my friends, Fandrall, Hogun, Volstagg, and Sif.” Your father introduced you.

“So this is the little prince?” Sif questioned with a smile.

“Little? Thor, you said he was a boy! Give it a few years and he’ll be ready to be king!” Volstagg laughed, though the mention of such a role made you look at Loki quickly, and then your dad.

“He is a boy! The very idea of being king is still a long way away- you make it sound like he’ll outlive me.” Thor defended.

“Speaking of Kings.” Loki spoke up, placing hand on Thor’s shoulder.

“Right! Haven’t had the chance to introduce him to the rest of his family. We’ll pick this up later, promise.” Thor told them motioning you over, and guiding you deeper into the kingdom, down several expansive corridors, before you turned a corner, and spotted a group of women talking in the hallway ahead, and your father and uncle stopped. “Loki, stay here with Y/N.” Thor requested, before going towards the group, and you looked up at Loki confused, who patted you on the shoulder. You watched as your father approached the group, made some small talk, before all the women except one left down another hallway, and Thor stepped to the side, motioning the woman towards you and Loki, and you realised who she must be. Freya. Your grandmother.

As soon as she saw you properly, she smiled warmly, hands clasped and pressed against her chest with excitement, and any fear you had- fear of not being liked, or not meeting their standards, of being a disappointment, being looked down on for being half human- it all faded. You could feel the love and acceptance radiating off the woman as she reached out her hands, and took your own. “Y/N, words cannot describe the absolute joy I feel to finally be in your presence finally after all of Thor’s descriptions.” Freya told you, gently squeezing your hands, and you couldn’t help but smile too.

“I’ve heard so many wonderful things about you too from dad and uncle Loki.” You told her, and her smile grew, before she pulled you closer and wrapped an arm around you.

“Thor- Loki, go tell your father that you’re here with Y/N- I’ll give Y/N a tour of the palace- we’ll be in the library when you’re done. We have a lot to talk about.” Freya decided, already walking away with you, and you didn’t fight it, leaving with her.

Thor and Loki did as ordered, finding their father, letting them know they’d also brought you, and after a bit of back and forth questioning where exactly you were, and Loki explaining their mother had already stolen you away herself, and Odin simply sighed, and got up to follow his sons to head to the Library.

By the time they met back up with you and Freya, you and her were already getting along like a house on fire- she’d asked about your mother, her health, your childhood, her own expieriences that related when raising Thor and Loki, and when she heard about your little tradition with Thor with books, she picked out a book for you to take home to read, and to keep. You felt comfortable enough with her to ask about Loki and Odin’s relationship, the comment Thor’s friends made about being King one day and how you weren’t big on the idea, and also how according to how your dad and Loki talked about Odin, you were much more worried about meeting him than her. Freya had answers your questions, reassured you of your worries, and promised Odin would be on his best behaviour, and she helped your first meeting with Odin a lot from the get go.

As soon as Freya saw her husband, she stood first, smiling. “Odin, thank you for joining us. I was just about to ask Y/N if they’d like a private family dinner. What do you think?” Freya asked him, wrapping an arm around you again, and you smiled nervously at your grandfather, who was a lot more intimidating than you had anticipated. Odin didn’t talk at first, stepping a little closer, and you panicked internally, not knowing what to do, if you were supposed to do something- but Freya had kept her arm around you, gently rubbing your arm in reassurance.

“That can certainly be arranged. It’ll let us get to know our grandson. Thor, will you come with me to make the arrangements?” He asked, of his oldest, who nodded. “See you at dinner, Y/N.” He told you, before making his leave, Thor smiling at you, before following after him.

“In the meantime.” Freya spoke up once the two were quite a distance away. “Y/N, want to learn some magic?” She asked.

“Mother, I don’t know about that…” Loki fussed.

“Just beginning spells, nothing serious… we’ll save that for later. Maybe you could mentor Y/N as well when back on Midgard.” She suggested, and you realised that maybe, just maybe… Loki got some of his mischief from his mother.

“Am I able to do magic? Since I’m half human?” You questioned.

“I believe so, it’s worth a try. You coming Loki?” Freya questioned her son, who simply sighed, and followed after, deciding to be apart of his mother’s antics, knowing that Thor might lose his mind when he finds out about this.

Hope you like it! If you have any questions, please send them in!

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toxicanonymity · 9 months

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Collect calls. jailbird pt. 2 of 3

3600, cellmate's nephew!Joel x inmate f!reader

brilliant edit by @not-a-unique-snowflake-blog. custom tats!

SUMMARY: You kinda try to be careful over the phone, but you want each other too bad. So it's hard. Rock hard. Joel sends you a short letter and comes to visit again. Follows Jailbird, but this is 69% dirty talk (I did the math). You can prob read alone. PT 3 of 3 is Parole. WARNINGS: I8+ SO HORNY, hella dirty talk from both, phone sex, mild degradation/teasing, tension, masturbation, Joel is a slut and mentions getting blown, creative mail. Barely edited horny chaos but I wanna feed ya and this ain't fine dining. A/N: Part 2 of 3. Thank you for the love on Jailbird! And THANK YOU @not-a-unique-snowflake-blog for the amazing edit omg. Make sure you see the Jojo gif 🥵 His specific tattoos and all 😍 joel master list, @toxicfics for notifs. PART 3 HERE.

When you got back from visitation, your cellmate Mabel's face lit up. She was excited to hear about it, but when she looked you over, she said, “Oh boy, it’s worse than I thought. . . I’m gonna go play spades, honey. You do what ya need to do.”

You shook your head, “Mabel. . .”

“Take your time,” she said with a wink. "Not that you'll need it." Then she stood up and stretched before leaving the cell.

You got in your bed, on your side, under the blanket. You clenched your thighs together looking at the picture of a slightly younger him with not nearly as much silver in his beard. You put your pillow between your legs, rolled over so you were mostly stomach-down, and your hips moved as you put your head in the crook of your arm and recalled the way he looked at you, his strong hands, his tattoos. His voice. You wondered what it sounded like when it wasn’t through a telephone, but god damn, it did something to you. “ain’t nothin’ harder than mine, baby.” Fuck.

You were already getting close, wouldn’t even need to use your hand at this rate. You thought about the way his arm flexed as his hand moved in his lap. Oh God, the bulge and outline in his jeans when he stood up. The way he adjusted himself. He might be too big for you to take all of him, but god damn, you'd give it your best shot. You rubbed yourself against your pillow to the rhythm of his hand rubbing his lap in your mind, clenched your thighs again and you came, whining "Jojo" into your elbow. You heard it too many times a day to get it out of your head – He told you to call him Joel, but Mabel made it somewhat difficult.

---

He was hot as fuck, but it was also cute how close he and Mabel were. It made him seem like a good guy, even though neither of them were particularly upstanding members of society. You supposed neither were you by most standards, but it’s not like any of you had ever intentionally hurt anyone who didn’t deserve it. That you knew of. The fact that Jojo served time was hot and also put you at ease. It had to have been a while based on the spiderweb, unless he was just trying to look hard, but he didn’t seem the type to bullshit anything. How did you even know what type he was though? You hardly knew him? You dreaded Mabel’s teasing but you could withstand it in order to find out more.

You got off once more while you were at it, taking advantage of the privacy. Then you sat up, rested against the wall, and just looked at the picture. Unfolded, you looked at both of them. It was so sweet. He looked happy. His hand on her shoulder had the spade tattoo. Your eyes fell on your own poke-and-stick clover from Mabel and your stomach fluttered when you saw the flared stem and circular leaves. It might as well have been a Club. “Mabel,” you muttered and shook your head.

While she was still playing Spades, you went over to her bed to look at the other photos up close. In another picture, they were at a barbecue in a parking lot. Joel was on the left and Mabel was on the right. Joel was wearing a wifebeater and Mabel was wearing a black t-shirt with a carousel pony on the right pocket.

You hadn’t noticed before, but there were a few women in swimsuits and aprons in the background. One of them was looking at Jojo. Who wouldn’t? Mabel’s words echoed in your mind — of course he’d like you. You’ve got a cunt and you’re not bad lookin'. you rolled your eyes. Shit. You resolved to put yourself in pro mode and try to detach.

—--

Over the next week, you spoke with him several times on the phone. You tried to be careful. You wren’t sure if all calls were reviewed or it was just by sample. You figured it would be suspicious to ask. You hoped whoever listened didn’t mind some harmless horny talk. The only stuff they should really care about should be scheming. Like making moves and putting out hits from the inside. Or smuggling from the outside.

—---

He answered the phone, “There she is.” A vaguely endearing greeting since you and Mabel called from the same collect number.

“Hey handsome,” you responded.

“I was just thinkin’ about ya, jailbird.”

“Yeah?”

“Oh yeah,” he said deeply then sighed. “Ya just missed it.” Good God, his voice.

“Missed–”

“C’mon, baby. Use that pretty head. How bout I’ll wait for ya tomorrow?”

Your heart skipped a beat. “Yeah.”

“Just call at the same time.”

“Okay,” you agreed with a smile in your voice. “It was nice to see you the other day. . .”

“Oh, baby you got no idea,” he groaned. “I’m comin’ back next week.”

“Are they gonna let you back?” you giggled.

“They’ve gotta! I didn’t do nothin’.”

“You didn’t. . .you’re right. . .”

“Hey don’t give’em any ideas.”

"Right," you laughed.

"What are ya gonna do when ya get out?"

“In general? Try to find honest work, I guess.”

“Nothin’ dishonest ‘bout what you were doin’. But I hear ya, parole’s a bitch.”

“You on parole?”

“Nah, long time ago though.”

‘Yeah?”

“Kept my nose clean the whole damn time. Ended up back in the can anyway.”

"For what"

"Framed for fuckin' murder."

"What??"

"Relax, I was exonerated."

"No shit."

"Yeah." He cleared his throat and changed the subject. "You ever danced?"

"Course I fuckin' danced"

"Where at?"

"In memphis."

"Oh, I dunno jack shit about that scene."

"Wasn't great."

"Guess that's where you uh, got your start though."

"Yeah."

"Well do what ya want but lemme know if ya need a gig."

'Thanks."

He sighed. "I know it sucks not gettin' any in there. "

"Yeah."

"Are ya? Gettin' any? Girls, guards?"

"No," you answered, looking over your shoulder. "Think I could tell ya if I was, though?"

"Shit, sorry."

"You gettin' any?"

"Oh I'm a straight up ho."

"Yeah?" You asked, intrigued. "Surprised I hadn't seen ya at the clinic," you teased.

"Cause I'm way the fuck 'cross town. Got our own clinic."

"Good for you." A pleasant surprise that he stayed clean.

"Yeah, on a first name basis. Make my girls go, too. Still wrap it most the time though."

"Your girls."

"Dancers."

"Right." Mabel had mentioned he worked at a club. "Well, at least one of us is gettin' some."

"Shit, I was gettin' some sugar the other night," he said. "Pretty little head between my legs 'n I was lookin' at your picture."

Your heart fluttered. "No shit," you laughed. "My picture, huh?"

"Ohh, you don't even know. I want it bad, sugar, and I ain’t even tasted it."

"Yeah?"

"Shit I prolly think about it as much as you do . . .and I've got a life."

"Who says I think about it?" You asked flirtatiously.

"I got ESP. Makes me tingle when ya do."

"Oh does it?"

"Ya think about me in the shower, in bed. . ."

You laughed. "And where do you think about me?"

"Fuckin' everywhere. I've gotta have ya, baby. So bad it hurts."

—----------

Whenever you came back to your cell after talking to Jojo, Mabel would leave to make a phone call or go to the common area to watch whatever outdated movie was playing in the common area. Often with a wink. She knew he got you all wound up.

—----------

You called him at the same time the next day.

"How's your week been," you asked.

"Hard," he said, then his voice became hornier. "So fuckin' hard. . . n' that's all you." You could hear his belt and zipper.

"Wish I could help."

“i'm sure ya can once you're out. If you wanna hang out sometime.” You heard a bottle click open then squirt.

You teasingly hummed as though thinking it over. "Mmmm. . . .I dunno, what would you wanna do?”

“I can pick ya up right from the slammer, ‘less ya got someone else.”

“I don’t.”

“Great, then we can just. . . i dunno, get to know each other,” he mused, then added at a lower pitch, “In the back seat of my whip. Stop off somewhere close.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Fuck yeah,” he said. “You don’t understand, baby. I’ve gotta see what’s under that garb.” His hand was sliding up and down his lubed up cock. “I’ve gotta feel it.”

Butterflies swarmed in your chest and you sighed.

“What were ya wearin’ when ya got picked up?”

“Well. . . you already know what I’m in for. . .”

"Damn right I do, and you're gonna find out."

You laughed – at visitation, he said you were in for it. .

"C’mon, jailbird. What were ya wearin.”

“A black microskirt"

"Mmm."

"Black mesh crop top"

"Yeahhh"

"Over a pink bra.”

“Ohhh, fuck,” he sighed. “Shoes?”

“Shit, I’m not–hmm." You tried not to overthink it. "Definitely platforms. Silver and clear, I think."

He gave a low whistle. "Sounds hot as shit."

“And fishnets. Shit, that's all I had,” you laughed. "Maybe you can bring me something else."

“God damn, that’s what I get to pick ya up in?”

“I mean, I wasn’t planning on the fishnets.”

“Commando in that skirt? Shit, that’s even better.” His breath grew heavier. "Fuck it, just sit on me while I drive," he murmured. "Yeah, fuckin' sit on *this* the whole drive–ugghh." As if avoiding the word cock would make this conversation passable.

You sighed and tried to hide your arousal from the Corrections Officer (CO) standing 8 ft away.

"Can't get it in ya soon enough, baby."

"Mmm," you said quietly. "Can't wait."

"Jailbird, you're fuckin killin' me." He moaned. "Hot as hell. . . fuck."

"You sure I can take it?"

"Fuck, I dunno, baby," he panted. "It's a lot."

"I could tell"

"Uugggghhh," He groaned and you heard his hand sliding faster on his dick. "And what'd ya think about that ?"

"Oh, I’m up for the challenge,” you cooed saucily. "Just get me nice 'n ready."

"You ready right now?"

"The second I heard your voice."

"Fuck, I gotta know what ya taste like"

"Mmm."

"Yeah," he panted.,"And when you're nice and ready, then what?"

You lowered your voice to a near whisper. "Oh, just fuckin' wreck me. Split me open, baby." All you could do was clench your thighs together.

"Ohhh god"

"Don't hold back"

"Ohh fuck–couldnt if I tried." He sighed.

You had lost all restraint and just prayed whoever reviewed this call would be cool.

"Just stuff me full of it," you whispered.

"Fuck, yeah."

"Stretch me out."

"Ohh yeah."

"Pound me so hard i can’t see straight."

"Shit." He moaned and his hand moved faster.

"And then? Fill me the fuck up. I wanna feel it."

"Fuck yeah," he panted "i'll be seepin' outta ya for days."

"Then you better fill me up again."

"Jesus, fuck–ohhh."

"Don't tell me you'd spill it this fast."

"Oh fuck you," he laughed in good humor. "I'm not spillin' shit." You could still hear his hand.

"Not even if I'm sittin' on ya while ya drive?"

"Not even."

"Not with one hand on the wheel and one on my tit?"

"Ohh fuck," he breathes. "No, no. . ."

"And I'm moanin' your name with every bump in the road?"

"Mmmm, fuck, baby."

"Oh ya like that?"

"Fuckin'--fuck–fuckin' love it."

"Wouldya mind slidin' that hand down between my legs?"

"Wherever ya want it, baby."

"Ugh, those big hands," you whispered. "I just know you can use'em."

"Fuckin' right I can," he panted.

"Hope ya don't finish while you're drivin' with me in your lap."

"All ya gotta do is sit still."

"Imagine the mess if you came."

"Fuck, baby," he sighed.

"Every time we hit a bump, more would spill out in your lap.”

“Ohh, fuck." Then a long, drawn out moan like he was coming. You were throbbing wildly.

"Knew ya were close," you laughed. Then you heard a heavy smack on his end of the line. Then there was nothing but breathing for a minute, then it sounded like he was writing.

"What are you doing now?"

"Addressing an envelope."

"You're not mailing me your–"

"No I'm not mailin' you my" he laughed, "Load."

"Just a letter?

"Yeah. . . Just a letter."

"Mmkay. . . How 'bout a picture?"

His tone was warm and flattered. "Oh I can throw in a pic. But it's not gonna be the kind ya *really* want."

"Booo," you pouted.

'Think you'll like it anyway."

"Yeah, I can fill in the rest."

Your time was up.

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You went back to your cell and sighed as you sat down on your bed. Mabel started to leave but you said, "no, you're good." You'd rub one out later. You wanted to ask Mabel if he really liked you, but you wouldn't let yourself be vulnerable like that. You were still trying to detach.

"You're right, he's cool," you said.

"You like him, don't ya? He likes you, too.”

She reached under her mattress into the fitted sheet and got out her poke and stick supplies. “C’mere, let's just get it over with,” she said.

“What, uh, what do you wanna give me?”

"J. . . O. . ."

Your whole upper body heated up and you laughed under your breath, "Mabel." She was mostly kidding.

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Visitation day came and you weren't nervous, just excited. He was wearing a too-small, black softwash t-shirt, black jeans, and a chain.

“Be good,” the guard warned Joel as you picked up the phone on your side.

"Yes, officer,” Joel replied with a respectful nod, then sat down. You noticed his rings as he picked up his phone. “We gotta be good,” he said with a wink.

“So be good,” you told him vacantly as your eyes roamed his tattoos.

He stared at you for a few seconds, hungrily taking in the mundane sight of you in your garb. He shook his head like he couldn’t believe it.

“How’d ya get hotter? Chicks don’t get hotter in lock-up, much less in a week.”

“What, and men do? It’s in your head.”

“Well yeah, we work out like mad.”

“Guess you’ve got me there.”

“Not talkin’ 'bout your body. It’s bangin’, but, I mean–no makeup and you’re pretty as hell.”

You smiled and shrugged, "thanks," then whispered, "but I think you're just horny," with a wink. He returned the shrug.

A few seconds of silence passed as he checked you out. You salivated over his arms stretching his shirt. He leaned forward and put his elbows on the table. “Whatcha thinkin about?”

“I’m thinkin’ ya look like a slutty bouncer. . .You get this shit at Spirit Halloween?”

Joel chuckled. “Well . . . you know what *I’m* thinkin’ about.” His eyes glued to your chest.

Yeah, yeah, he’s gotta see what’s under that garb. “Yeah, you’ll see it, honey," you said.

It was a struggle knowing what to say–you wanted to “be good” and not get cut short, but you also wanted to indulge in your fantasies.

Joel asked, “Where ya wanna go when ya get out?”

“Anywhere. Got some place in mind?”

“Could take ya to my place. Mabel taught me a mean pot roast recipe.”

You smiled. “You’re makin' me hungry.”

“Oh I’m starvin’, baby.”

"Long drive?"

He exhaled with a puff of his cheeks. "It’ll feel long that day."

“I’m sure it will,” you purred, looking down as if you could see through the booth right to his cock. You wet your lips. “So what’s between here and home?”

He took a deep breath, thought for a second, and told you what highway it was.

“Oh, okay,” you nodded. “There’s a seven eleven right outside the gate here.

“There sure is," Joel nodded. "Clean bathrooms too. I checked on my way.”

“You did not.”

“I’m tellin’ ya," he nodded. "Stopped for gas. First thing I thought about. Swear I think about it as much as you do.”

“So what’s in the bathroom?”

“Steel handicap railing about hip height”

You raised your eyebrows, intrigued.

“Pretty sturdy to hold onto, or even sit on.” He looked over his shoulder “Like if someone needed a rest or whatever.” He rolled his eyes.

“Right," you said softly as you nodded.

"Diaper changin' thingy, too."

You scrunched your face up.

"Like if ya needed to bend over it and stretch your back.”

"Ah," you nodded. "Nah."

“Parking lot?”

“That close to here, it’s gotta be crawling with pigs.”

“Right,” he said in a trance, looking at your mouth.

“Alright, where else is there," you asked.

"Rest stop. They got picnic tables near the woods if ya need to, uh," he looked down, "Sit down," he said quieter, "n' take a rest."

"Oh, I won't want a rest." You slowly shook your head and your eyes lingered on his chain.

He groaned softly and rested his chin in his hand. He whispered, "You're killin' me here." He scratched his beard and you tingled at the sight of the silver patches, his pinky ring, his hand tattoos–the faded barbed wire. You sighed.

"You bein' good?" He asked.

"Yeah." You resigned yourself to harmless small talk for a few minutes, but it was obvious what you both were thinking about. There were long silences where you just stared at each other.

“Just a few more weeks and I’m yours,” you teased.

His eyes widened and he raised his eyebrows. “You serious?”

Oh, shit - you didn’t wanna scare him off. Really didn’t even mean it like that, but, you also didn’t mind the thought of him as a boyfriend.

You nodded and teased, “yours to do what you please.”

He blew out a puff of air. "God damn, baby. I don't think you know what’s comin’ your way.”

“Can’t wait to find out, though.”

“Oh, you’re gonna find out.” He dug his hand into his lap but didn’t move it. “Shit.”

“Sorry.”

“Never be sorry.”

The guard barked,”Hands where I can see’em,” and Joel obediently raised his hand and put both elbows on the table again.

"You ain't gonna want no one else again."

You rolled your eyes at his cockiness which actually turned you on.

"Don't say I didn't warn ya," he cautioned.

"Okay," you shrugged with a contemplative frown.

"Shit, I might be in the same boat." He swallowed and looked like he meant it. Like maybe you were doing something to him that hadn't been done.

"Get my letter yet?" Joel asked.

"No."

He smirked, then it faded as he checked you out for the hundredth time. He shook his head, sat back, and took a deep breath. "This is fuckin' torture."

"Then it's a good thing I waited til now to ask about ya."

"the best torture," he clarified, his forehead beginning to glisten. "I'm gonna fuckin explode when I'm back in my ride." He looked at the unopened box of tissues on his side of the booth, intended for crying visitors. "Thank God I didn't ride the hog." Fuck, he had a motorcycle, too? He held the phone wedged between his ear and shoulder while he opened the plastic on the box and tried to get the tissues started. Then he took three tissues out. Your breath hitched at the thought of his cum. Was it silky? Stringy? Watery? Sticky? What'd it taste like? Ugh.

"HANDS," the guard said when he saw Joel finish pocketing the tissues. The guard stepped forward. "Say goodbye, let's go."

"Fuck." Joel sighed and closed his eyes. "Sorry, jailbird."

When he stood up, you could see the outline of his hard dick on his thigh. You took a deep breath and pried your eyes off his crotch to briefly meet his eyes. He winked and you managed a small smile before eyes fell right back to his jeans as he adjusted himself. Fuck.

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Joel’s letter came a couple days later. A photo fell out of it. Black and white. He was sitting in a chair and smoking with one hand holding the cigarette up and his other hand resting between his legs. Arms blazing in a white t-shirt. Squinting at the camera. He looked hot as hell despite having all his clothes on. He looked like a model.

The letter was on plain white printer paper, and the letter was short:

Be good, jailbird. I'll take ya anywhere.

Sweet, and also sexy. God, you wanted him to take you.

You flattened out the letter and admired his poor but legible handwriting. Not as bad as some you'd seen. His handwriting was hot. It was cute that he didn't use any special stationary. He was a simple man. And God, what a man. You ran your fingers over the words, and they caught on a different texture. Something on the paper. You smelled it and it wasn't cum. It was, like, lotion or Vaseline.

Wait. You held it up, and your breath hitched.

You looked behind you to make sure no one was watching, then you stood up, got closer to the light, and held it at an angle. Holy shit. It was his dick print, diagonal across the paper. A bolt of desire shot through your body. It was transparent but the different texture was visible. You could see the head, then most of the shaft. It was detailed, there was texture. Even a couple of veins.

You sat on your bed, leaning against the wall with your knees up. You rested the paper against your knees at an angle with the tip pointed between your legs. You just wanted to get a sense of the size–and boy did you–but the sight of it, God. Just the silhouette of it lined up right there made you feral. You needed it so bad. Needed him. Who the hell mails a dick print? Fuckin’ Jojo, he was gonna be the death of you.

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Thank you so much for reading and engaging! Your engagement really keeps me going, I love y'all.

This AU is due to @beskarandblasters and @wannab-urs and their hilarious list of new joel tropes. But I played myself because he's actually hot and I want him?

Notes

The slapping sound after he came was him letting his cock slap onto the paper.

There are a lot of correctional facilities where they wouldn't get away with all this so you gotta suspend disbelief.

The strip club will be an alternate timeline of this Joel set in the past.

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a/n: had to scrap what i originally planned on posting, at least for now, and wrote this instead. dad bang chan. it took forever for me to get to the point, if there is one, so sorry for that lol

warning(s): sickness (allergies - sinus) and food mentions

pairing: bang chan x gender-neutral reader

rating: fluff

word count: 2,168

After what felt like forever, Chris finally finished up some work that needed to be done. Gently, he massaged his temples as he shut down his computer before exiting his home studio. Before heading to the bathroom for a shower, he looked around the house for anything that needed to be done. The last thing he wanted was for you to stress about the condition of your home.

Freshly showered, he made his way to his son’s bedroom for one last bedtime kiss. When he entered the room, the only things that could be heard were Mateo’s snores and the soft clicking of his rotating shadow lamp. The walls of the room were covered with an assortment of animals in various colors and a wave of nostalgia washed over Chris.

As he tiptoed further into the room, Mateo moved in his sleep and that made Chris hold his breath. Even after a full day of school, Mateo had too much energy which made putting him to bed a bit frustrating for both of you.

So, he ushered you towards your bedroom and suggested that you take a relaxing bath or shower and that he would take care of everything. You reluctantly agreed but there was no way that you would let him do everything. He only laughed at your stubbornness before he leaned over to kiss your forehead.

Then Chris walked over to Mateo, who was busy working on a small dinosaur puzzle, and sat down across from him. Once the puzzle was complete, Chris asked Mateo if he was ready for bath time to which Mateo replied with a ‘no’. With years of parenting stray kids under his belt, he kept a calm expression on his face as he thought of what to do next. Luckily, all he had to do was mention sweets and the sound of tiny feet against the hardwood floors was all that could be heard.

“Then we’re going to clean up all of our toys, yeah?”

“I will! Promise.” Mateo shouted over his shoulder.

Chris couldn’t help but laugh at how Mateo said ‘promise’ since his two front teeth had fallen out recently. With a shake of his head and a grin on his face, Chris quickly picked a pair of pajamas before he made his way down the hall.

It took about ten minutes for Mateo to decide on what body wash he wanted to use, even though they all smelled similar. When he finally decided on a bright blue one, Chris turned on the water.

After a few soap mohawks and funny stories, Mateo was all cleaned up and ready for bed. Chris had just tossed his dirty clothes into a hamper when the child tugged on his shirt.

“Can I have a cookie now?”

Chris placed his thumb and forefinger under his chin, pretending to think. “Did you pick up all of your toys?”

Mateo shook his head.

“It’s okay.” Chris leaned down to kiss the top of his head, “Come on, I’ll help you.”

The two boys made their way to Mateo’s bedroom to clean up and you soon joined them. Once the room was clean, Chris gave Mateo a cookie as promised, and he later brushed his teeth with both of you. Then all three of you went back into his room and you sat on his green race car bed while Chris sat on the floor, a small book in hand.

After two bedtime stories, Mateo crawled into your lap. You smiled down at him and moved a curl out of his face before kissing his forehead. Chris moved closer to the two of you and you all sat in silence. When it seemed like Mateo was finally dozing off, you moved slightly to lay him down which only woke him up. You looked at Chris and both of you laughed quietly.

Chris kneeled on the side of Mateo’s bed and carefully leaned over to kiss the top of the child’s head. He moved some of his hair from his face and frowned when he felt warmth. Chris gently placed the back of his hand against Mateo’s forehead and his eyebrows knitted together.

Carefully, he peeled the blankets and checked if the child was sweating but there was nothing. He decided that it would be best to check his temperature and take some of the blankets off.

Chris reluctantly stood and went to exit the room but not before he turned around to check on him once more.

When he climbed into bed with you minutes later, you turned to face him. “Everything okay?”

“I think so. It just seems like Mateo’s running a temp.” He dipped his head to kiss your cheek, his way of trying to reassure you. “But I think he’s okay. He wasn’t sweating and his temperature was normal.”

You nodded and promised to check his temperature in the morning, far too tired to try and get out of bed. Within minutes, you were out again. Chris moved closer to you so that your head could rest against his chest and hoped that Mateo would be fine in the morning.

••••

The next few days were rough for all three of you, Mateo especially. When you checked his temperature, he had a low-grade fever and within a day, sneezing and congestion. You and Chris cleared your schedules to take him to the doctor where he was diagnosed with a sinus infection.

It hurt both of you to see him in the slightest bit of pain. Everything was more challenging, especially when he was cranky at times. Even though the two of you were slightly frustrated, you both remained calm and tried your best to soothe him.

There were many moments when Chris was just as exhausted as you, but he still managed to go above and beyond in helping with Mateo. Of course, this wasn’t anything new, but it made you realize just how lucky you were to have him as your husband.

And even though caring for a sick kid was a task, it was a nice change of pace. There were times when you both questioned if the time you spent with Mateo was enough. With your twelve-hour shifts and the long hours Chris spent producing music and traveling with the group, it made sense to question it.

Your text tone brought you back to the present.

You glanced down at the bowl of hot soup on the counter you then dug your phone out of your sweatpants pocket. Once you unlocked it, you were met with a few messages in the group chat. All of the members sent well wishes to Mateo as well as reminders for you and Chris to take care of yourselves and each one matched their personalities which made you chuckle. Quickly, you typed a thank you response before you put your phone back in your pocket and grabbed the bowl.

As you padded to the living room, the floor cold against your bare feet, you could hear Mateo’s favorite animated movie playing. Even though he was sick, Mateo didn’t pass up the opportunity to point out and explain what was going on to Chris.

“Oh, so that’s her big sister.” Chris looked at the screen and then turned to Mateo, who seemed pleased that his dad was paying attention.

You could only smile as you moved closer to them. They were both so into the movie that they barely noticed when you sat down next to them which made Chris smile sheepishly at you. He looked at the bowl in your hands and got Mateo’s attention. It took a minute but when he looked at what was in the bowl, he turned so that his head rested on Chris’s shoulder.

“Hey, what’s wrong?”

Mateo pointed at the bowl and faced the opposite direction.

“Don’t wanna eat vegetables.”

Both of you had to hold in your laughter.

“Aw, it’s okay,” you started, “they’ll help you feel better.”

“And help you get big and strong.” Chris quickly added.

The little boy groaned and tightened his grasp on his dad’s shirt. You reached over to gently rub Mateo’s back and he slowly faced you, a pout on his lips. Chris kissed the side of his head and went on to animatedly explain how he got so strong from eating all his vegetables.

Just as you were about to bring the bowl back to the kitchen, Mateo let go of Chris and climbed into your lap, and gestured for the soup. Both of you took turns feeding him and each time he’d eat a spoonful, you each made funny faces. When the bowl was mostly empty, you both made sure to clap and cheer for him.

“When can I get muscles like Uncle Changbin?”

Neither of you could hold in your giggles. Chris rubbed the top of Mateo’s head, his curls messier than before, and explained that it may take some time. Mateo nodded, somewhat pleased by Chris’s answer, and turned his focus back to the movie. Now and then, Mateo excitedly pointed at something on the screen and asked you about it before he and Chris dozed off.

As the movie continued, a deep orange and yellow glow seeped into the curtains and filtered into your living room. Just as you were about to stand up, Mateo shifted in your lap and froze for a second. You sighed, shook your head, and thought about similar moments when he was a baby. Carefully, you moved Mateo onto the couch and placed a light blanket over him.

Movement to your right made you look up and you noticed that Chris was sleepily staring at you.

“Okay?”

You nodded, “Was just gonna get us something to eat.”

“I’ll help.”

There was barely a chance to protest because he leaned over, careful not to disturb Mateo, and kissed you. Then his hand clasped yours and he helped you up. The two of you walked into the kitchen and Chris gestured to the bar stools.

You playfully rolled your eyes and looked out the window above the sink. The sun was quickly sinking below the horizon, and you could faintly make out a few stars speckled across the sky. While Chris reheated your leftovers, you filled two glasses of water because there was no way either of you had the time or energy to cook.

••••

The two of you were able to eat in comfortable silence. Just as the last of the dishes were cleaned, Mateo entered the kitchen with tears in his eyes and cried right after. When he was cranky like that, it was best to act quickly.

It was a team effort to bathe him but luckily, he calmed down to eat. His symptoms were much better than before, and he was able to sleep during the night without a coughing fit. You had just given Mateo one last goodnight kiss when you met Chris in the dim hallway.

“I ordered this,” he held up a bag that had your favorite bakery’s logo on it and took you by the hand.

You were too excited to say anything as you hurried to the kitchen. Chris grabbed the spoons while you took out a pint of ice cream and got two bowls.

“Thank you.” You turned to face him.

There was a slight darkness under his eyes, and you felt a pang in your chest. He always tried his best, which you appreciated, but he’d doubt himself.

“It’s no problem,” he leaned forward and kissed your forehead, “I gave Mateo the last cookie a few days ago and knew you’d want something sweet.”

With a smile on your face, you dropped your spoon into the bowl and cupped his cheeks.

“Not just for the sweets but everything,” you kissed his nose, “it’s just that I don’t think you know how much you are appreciated.”

Chris surged forward and kissed you. Even after all this time, he was still able to make it feel like you were kissing him for the first time. When he pulled away, your face felt warm and his cheeks were tinged pink.

The rest of the night went on as normal. After going through your nighttime routine, you exited your en suite and were surprised to see Chris waiting for you. When you asked him about getting any work done, he told you that it could wait.

Once most of the lights were off, save for your bedside lamp, you climbed into bed.

“Do you think he’s going to be okay tomorrow?”

Chris pulled his lips inwards as he thought for a moment. “Well, he did pick all of the M&M’s out of the trail mix. So, I think he’s starting to feel better.”

At that, you chuckled.

He pressed a kiss to your cheek and told you to get some rest. With a nod, you pulled Chris closer to rest your head on his chest. Once your minds were at ease, the two of you drifted off to sleep.

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