#Put this in my mouth and starts chewing on it /pos
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begging you to write matt with reader who's also a youtuber/influencer. I want them to be best friends and reader is naive and way too kind for her own good. my idea is that there's another influencer who has a bad reputation and everyone hates on him because supposedly he's a big red flag. but one day y/n met him at a party and he put on an act so y/n now believes that he's not as bad as everyone makes him out to be. they become friends and that's when matt questions her about it and keep warning her about the type of guy he is because matt's worried about her but she won't listen because she's still giving the guy the benefit of the doubt and then they argue about this stuff idk you can change it up I just want this fic to have lotssss of angst but with a happy ending. if you could maybe even squeeze in an angry confession like "WHY DO YOU CARE" iykwim🤭
Why Do You Care?- M. Sturniolo
pairing: Influencer!reader x BestFriend!Matt
classification: angst, fluff
warning: use of y/n, toxic relationship, argument, slight cursing, mentions of blood, physical fight, “slut,” mention of alcohol use, long
inspiration: request^^
summary: You’re naive and let yourself be led on by someone you believe has good intentions, but one day Matt puts him in his place and ends up confessing his feelings to you in the process.
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Most celebrities quickly become out of touch with reality, allowing the fame to inflate their ego beyond recognition. They splurge on fancy cars, big houses, designer clothing, and then flaunt all of it in the face of their viewers. They become friends with whoever’s currently trending only to chew them up and spit them right out, draining them for as much clout as possible before moving on to the next.
When you first started YouTube you were scared to become one of these celebrities; the celebrities that trade in everything old and meaningful for whatever’s new and shiny. You worked hard to create quality content for your viewers while also trying to remain as humble as possible. If it weren’t for your friends, you probably would’ve fallen victim to the materialism as well.
You had a large friend group consisting of influencers you met after the fame, but a small inner circle made up of your true, irreplaceable friends. Matt and his brothers were a part of this inner circle, all of you riding the wave into fame together. So, when everyone else was gloating over their newfound fame, the four of you remained humble and down to Earth.
Erik, the guy you were seeing, was the complete opposite though. You met him at an influencer event, much like all of your current friends, and he held a certain charm that drew you in immediately. Everyone warned you, claiming he was bad news and would only break your heart, but you didn’t listen. You were naive, giving him the benefit of the doubt and letting his sweet words convince you that he wasn’t what everyone said he was.
You’re currently sitting with Nick and Chris in their living room talking anything and everything boys. Usually Chris would just sit and listen, but the conversation has meandered into the topic of Erik, and he struggles to contain his opinion. An old film plays lowly in the background, a bowl of popcorn situated between piles of blankets and pillows.
“He’s not that bad. I promise!” you exclaim towards Nick and Chris, but it sounds more like you’re trying to convince yourself. You’re scrolling through your phone, buttery fingers trying to find proof that Erik wasn’t all that bad. Nick rolls his eyes, peering over your shoulder as you shuffle through endless photos on your phone.
Chris scoots in closer, copying Nick in invading your personal space before saying, “I don’t know, Y/n. I’ve seen him at a couple parties and he’s always either arriving with a different girl or leaving with one, or both.” You pop a few pieces of popcorn in your mouth, finally finding the screenshot you were looking for.
“Shush Chris, just look at this,” you reply with a mouthful of popcorn, a greasy finger zooming into the screenshot of messages between you and Erik. Before Chris can grab ahold of the phone, Nick is snatching it from you and reading the messages out loud.
“Hey baby, you looked so cute in that black dress. Can’t wait to see it off,” Nick reads, visibly shuddering at the message. “THAT’S the message you wanted to show me?” Chris scoffs, stealing the phone from Nick to examine the messages for himself.
“Just keep reading,” you murmur, now peering over Chris’s shoulder and shoving more popcorn into your mouth. Chris rolls his eyes at you, proceeding to read the messages from Erik, “You’re better than any girl I’ve ever had.” Nick laughs loudly at that, a laugh that exemplifies how unimpressed he is.
“He basically told you he’s fucked other bitches but you’re the best,” Chris deadpans, tossing your phone onto your lap. He’s had enough with the messages, all of them making him cringe beyond belief. Nick once again grabs the phone, examining the messages one more time, “He’s fucking doing the bare minimum, Y/n. Actually, he’s setting the bar so low it’s on the floor.”
Chris laughs at the comment, getting comfortable on the living room floor and averting his gaze to the TV. “Whatever Nick, he’s nice and I really like him,” you retort, no hint of true bitterness in your voice.
The room goes silent for a while, Nick’s focus being on deciphering any hidden meanings within the messages. You lean back into the blankets and pillows that surround you, joining Chris in finally watching the movie. Finally, when Nick has read the messages 10 times over, he replies, “Yeah you really like fucking him apparently.”
Your eyes widen to the size of saucers, your hands swiftly snatching the phone away from him, “I haven’t fucked him! What the fuck!” Nick laughs, knowing the comment trigged you, “Well from what I read, it sounds like you did.”
Before you can stop yourself, you’re grabbing one of the many pillows you’re laying on and lightly hit Nick with it. The pillow ricochets off his chest, the feeling being more annoying than painful. “Don’t start, bitch. I’ll fucking win every time,” he laughs, grabbing a pillow of his own and bouncing it off your head. Soon you’re both caught in a pillow fight, your giggles and laughter filling the living room and drowning the movie out.
Chris groans in annoyance when a stray pillow bonks him in the head, scooting away from you two and turning the volume up. Matt enters the living room fresh out of the shower tussling a white towel on his wet hair. He watches in amusement as you and Nick toss and turn on the living room floor, turning to Chris briefly and asking, “What’s going on with these two?”
Chris groans again, getting up and rounding the corner to head downstairs to his room, “I don’t know, something about Y/n fucking Erik.” Matt watches as Chris disappears into his room, the statement settling in his mind when the door clicks. You hear Chris’s comment, attempting to hit him by throwing a pillow his way, but missing because he descends the stairs before it can reach him.
“You’re fucking Erik?” Matt asks, attempting to sound nonchalant and casual. But there was nothing nonchalant or casual about his question, especially not when directed towards the girl he’s loved from the moment he met her. You and Nick halt your movements, both slightly out of breath and in shock by the straightforwardness of Matt’s question, he was never the type to be so blunt.
“No, that was a lie made up by Nick. See, Nick, that’s how rumors start,” you reply, directing the last part to Nick who holds his hands up in defense. Matt feels himself relax at your confession, the anxiety that was forming subsiding, “Oh okay, yeah. Good, cause I don’t like that guy.” He’s still trying to play the unbothered card, and he wonders if you can tell that it actually did bother him. You roll your eyes, watching as Matt slings the towel over his shoulder from behind the couch.
“Yeah, alright, because who I fuck is dependent on who you do and don’t like? Right?” you reply, a challenging tone in your voice. For some reason it hurt more coming from Matt than from Nick or Chris, maybe because you’ve been pining over Matt since childhood and he’s never realized it. You’ve seen him go through girlfriend after girlfriend without complaint, but the second you’re interested in anyone it’s a problem? “And that’s my queue to leave,” Nick mumbles, getting up and walking upstairs to his room in an attempt to leave the awkward moment.
Matt doesn’t get a chance to reply as you continue, “Whatever, I don’t know why I’m fighting with you.”
“We’re not fighting?”
“We literally are? You never like any of my boyfriends,” you reply, but even you know that you’re overreacting.
“Oh, so he’s been promoted to boyfriend?” Matt prods, a sassy hand resting on his hip. Truth be told, Matt has loved you for longer than you’ve loved him, but he’s always been too afraid to admit it to you. Both Nick and Chris know, but they’ve never exposed Matt’s true feelings for you because they know your relationship is complicated. They’ve watched you both try to fill the void with fling after fling, only to end up arguing about who’s dating who and ending up alone again. It was a never ending cycle between you and Matt, a cycle that would never break until one of you confessed.
“And so what if he has? What is to you, Matt? Not like you don’t have a new random girl in here every week,” you snap, surprised by the venom in your voice. Matt’s hurt by your comment, is that what you viewed him as? As a womanizer? But his hurt is quickly masked by anger, “Alright so now we ARE fighting, and it shouldn’t be any of your concern who I’m seeing.”
“Same goes for you, buddy! I don’t see why you care so much about my relationship with Erik,” you stand from your spot on the floor, feeling small compared to Matt’s towering figure. The condescending nickname is a slap to the face, quickly informing Matt that you aren’t here to play games or coddle his feelings. He wants to say so many things, all of them about his true feelings for you, but he bites his tongue. Plus, after being called ‘buddy’ he’s not sure you’ll even listen.
His jaw is clenched, one fist balled up and the other gripping onto the towel so tightly his knuckles turn white. Once the silence becomes too much, you continue, “Whatever, Matt. I’m going home, I’ll talk to you later. Tell Nick and Chris I said bye.”
“No, you don’t get to ‘whatever’ me. Let’s talk about this,” his tone is almost pleading, a gentle but firm hand keeping you in place. You won’t make eye contact, afraid that if you meet his gaze the tears will spill.
“There’s nothing to talk about,” you sigh, suddenly feeling defeated and guilty for arguing with the one man you truly loved. Why was this so hard for you both?
Matt opens his mouth to say something, but quickly closes it like a fish in water when he realizes that what he wants to say will only further complicate the situation. He silently watches as you gather your things. You push past him, making your way to the front door without another word, but you’re internally wishing he’d pull you back in and fix this. He doesn’t though, so you swing the front door open and walk towards your car.
When the door slams closed, Matt realizes that if he doesn’t do something about it, he’ll lose you for good.
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Loud music booms through the club, the vibrations of the bass shaking the walls with each beat. You never pass up on the opportunity to celebrate friends, so when Tara, an influencer friend of yours, invited you to her party you immediately said yes. The venue is filled with drunk people, all of them so inebriated that all they can do is dance, makeout, and continue drinking.
Matt, Nick, and Chris follow closely behind you as you push your way through the crowd of dancing people. They were completely out of their element, choosing to stick to you like gum to avoid any uncomfortable interactions. As you weave your way through the club, you spot Erik in the corner with a few of your other friends, and immediately without thinking you abandon all loyalty to your friends and start walking towards him.
“Hey, where are you going?” Matt asks, voice straining to be heard over the music. He’s holding onto your elbow, grip firm enough to keep you from moving. “I’m gonna get Erik, I want you guys to meet him,” you reply, managing to slip out of his grasp and continuing your journey through the dense population of drunk, sweaty people. Matt wants to grab you by the waist and pull you back, but you just forgave him after your last argument and he knows your relationship is too fragile for another argument right now.
“Where is she going?” Chris shouts, scanning the room anxiously. The club was loud and chaotic, filled with strobing lights and bumping bodies that were enough to overstimulate anyone. Matt’s eyes are trained on you, watching as you reach Erik and cling onto him like a necklace. Chris, upon not receiving a response from Matt, looks at his brother. Matt’s jaw is clenched, prominent veins visible on his arms as the anger begins coursing through his veins.
Chris follows Matt’s gaze, immediately clocking what has Matt so serious. Nick is standing close by, bopping his head to the music. “Fucking hate that guy,” Chris comments, slapping Matt’s back and pulling him into a quick side hug. He was attempting to console his brother, to show his solidarity, but Matt was too blinded to notice.
“Tell me about it,” Matt grits, watching as you excitedly lead Erik towards the trio. Your right hand is holding a drink high in the air as your left is behind you, fingers laced with Erik’s as you dance your way back to your friends.
“Guys! This is Erik!” you look so excited, like a little kid showing off their new toy. But Erik is unimpressed and honestly, he doesn’t give a fuck who your friends are. Matt, Nick, and Chris care even less about him, in fact they hate this guy from the rumors alone.
“Hey man, nice to meet you. I’m Chris,” Chris is the first to break the awkward tension. He extends a hand, dabbing Erik up briefly as to not seem rude. Nick follows, going in for a quick side hug, “Nice to finally meet you, I’m Nick. Y/n has told us so much about you.”
“All good things I hope,” Erik replies. There’s a fake tone laced in his voice that Matt catches instantly, causing him to roll his eyes. Matt waits for Erik to give him his full attention before introducing himself with a firm handshake, “I’m Matt.” He wasn’t going to put on a show, all he had to do was introduce himself, simple as that.
Matt’s hand holds onto Erik’s for a little too long, successfully managing to intimidate him before he pulls away. “Matt. Noted,” Erik says awkwardly, ready to ditch this situation and consume as much alcohol as possible to forget this ever happened. Erik rocks back and forth on his heels, surveying the room for an excuse to leave. He spots a girl he’s fucked before, eyes lighting up as he creates an excuse on the spot, “Hey baby, I’m going to go find some friends I want you to meet. I’ll be back in a bit.” Erik plants a kiss on your cheek before dismissing himself with a wave, “Nice meeting you guys, see you around.”
“Nice meeting you, see you around,” Matt mocks in a high pitched voice, rolling his eyes for what feels like the 100th time tonight. There were so many red flags about this guy, but he was being so nice, so fake, that Matt couldn’t even point them out. And hearing another man call you baby has Matt’s blood boiling, he just knows that Erik throws that nickname at anything with legs.
Chris and Nick return Erik’s wave, but Matt immediately pulls you in close and begins warning you about the type of guy Erik is. “He’s so weird, Y/n. Just be careful please,” he whispers into your ear, the loud music forcing him to be inches away from your face. As he says it, he catches Erik checking a girl out on the dance floor, the same girl that Erik dismissed himself to go talk to.
“I don’t want you to get hurt. I care about you and don’t want to see you upset over a guy, especially not a douche like him,” Matt continues, subconsciously letting his hands rest on your waist. It’s a feeling you welcome, wishing that it was more than just friendly.
“I’m not going to get hurt. I’m a big girl,” you reply, a drunk smile on your face. How you’ve managed to get so drunk already, he doesn’t know, but he knows that he feels a sense of responsibility for you. He’s about to tell you to stay close, your drunken state inhibiting you from properly taking care of yourself. “I’m gonna go find Tara,” and with that you’re lost in the crowd again, forcing Matt to loosen his grip on your waist as he watches you dance away.
He leans against the wall behind him, a tight jaw forming as he switches his attention from you and Erik. You’re having so much fun dancing with friends, completely oblivious to the fact that Erik is chatting up yet another girl, and Matt couldn’t do anything about it.
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After about two hours, Matt has officially decided that he’s bored. He and his brothers are the only sober people, the three of them watching as everyone else makes drunk decisions they were sure to regret later. “I’m gonna go to the restroom,” Matt excuses himself, earning a head nod from both his brothers. In reality he just needed an excuse to stretch his legs and a reason to walk around the club to look for you.
Matt hasn’t seen you since went to look for Tara. And as he laps the club, he ends up running into Tara, her small dancing figure thanking him for celebrating such a big milestone with her. He asked her if she’d seen you, but she said it had been a while since she last saw you. That worried Matt, especially considering how drunk you were. So, as he heads towards the restroom, he studies every face in the room in search of yours.
When he finally reaches the restroom, he still hasn’t found you, but as he pushes the door open he’s met with Erik’s annoying voice, “No I don’t actually like her. I mean, yeah she’s cute, but why would I tie myself down? I just need her to boost my views.” Matt sees red as soon as he hears it, he knows Erik is talking about you, who else could he be talking about?
“So you’re using her for clout?” another voice chimes in.
“Something like that. Have you seen her numbers, dude? Her and those little triplets she hangs out with are all anyone’s talking about right now. I don’t get the hype, but you know I have to get in on that… Plus, if I play this game long enough, she might let me hit,” Erik replies, the gross comment he made about you earning him a round of laughter from his equally as disgusting friends.
Matt’s about to push the door open, slam Erik onto the floor, and beat the living shit out of him, but Erik continues before he can, “And the look on that Matt guy’s face when I finally do it will be priceless. He’s clearly in love with her.”
Matt’s heard enough, and before he knows it he’s fuming and barging into the restroom, you can practically see the steam coming off of him. It doesn’t take long for him to single Erik out, the adrenaline pumping through his body providing him with a sudden, unmatched strength. Matt grabs him by the color, using momentum and force to push him against the cold tile wall.
Matt is glad that no one is here to hold him back, but even if there was he wouldn’t be able to stop himself from doing what he’s about to do. “Ay bro, what the fu—” Erik’s sentence is cut off by a swift punch to his jaw, a punch so hard that it has him dazed. Erik falls onto the floor harshly as all of his fake friends scurry out of the restroom, commenting something along the lines of “this guy’s crazy.”
Matt was in a blinded rage, watching as Erik spits blood onto the floor, using one hand to hold himself up and the other to wipe the warm liquid that dribbles down his chin.
“You think a punch will stop me from fucking your bitch?” Erik asks with a malicious, bloody smile forming on his face. Matt doesn’t respond, his fists doing all the talking for him as he kneels to Erik’s level and pummels his face. Punch after punch is thrown, each one leaving Erik bloodier and more bruised than the last.
Erik’s friends must’ve told people in the club what was happening in the restroom because you, Nick, and Chris are suddenly barging in. Nick and Chris are horrified at the sight, but with Erik’s track record they’re not surprised, he certainly had it coming. “Matt! Matt!” Chris shouts, wrapping strong arms around his brother and attempting to pull him off Erik, who’s laughing maniacally like he got what he wanted.
Matt’s stiff as a board, so it takes both Chris and Nick to pry him off the bloody boy. Finally, when they pull him off, Erik stumbles to get up. His face is so bloody he’s almost unrecognizable. “Matt, what did you do?” you whisper in shock, a trembling hand coming up to your face at the sight. Matt’s chest heaves as he tries steadying his breathing, his dark eyes softening a little when he realizes how scared you are.
“C’mon, let’s go,” Nick whispers, the severity of the situation settling into the atmosphere. Nick ushers everyone out of the restroom, and Erik gets one last jab in, “Yeah! Leave you fucking loser! And take your slut with you too!”
Matt was never quick to anger, in fact he was docile and patient most of the time, but Erik’s comment lets you know that his outburst was building and was most certainly justified. If Chris wasn’t holding onto Matt, he would’ve turned around and finished the job, but he’s glad he doesn’t because he catches the pleading look you give him.
“Let’s go home, yeah?” Matt asks softly, pulling you into his side and planting a kiss on your head. You nod slowly, eyes trained on the bloody knuckles that wrap around your shoulders.
“Yeah.”
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The ride home is quiet, slightly awkward, and extremely uncomfortable. The streetlights illuminate the streets, the blood on Matt’s busted knuckles glistening every time he grips the wheel and takes a turn. Chris played music in an attempt to break the tension, but even that doesn’t help.
Once you’re finally at their house, the initial shock wears off. Nick and Chris are quick to go to their rooms, the entire night having drained them both socially and emotionally. Matt makes his way to the restroom, allowing the warm water to run across his hands. He winces at the feeling, watching as a pool of red forms in the sink. You’re upset, even if you shouldn’t be, so you follow Matt in hopes of getting answers.
“So are you gonna tell me what happened tonight?” you prod, leaning against the door frame. He doesn’t look up from the sink, instead running gentle fingers across his hands to wash the blood off.
“Nothing to say,” he replies sternly with a nonchalant shrug. In reality he had everything to say.
“Oh so you didn’t beat Erik to a bloody pulp?”
“No, I definitely did,” a smirk tugs at his lips.
“Okay… Why?” Matt was avoiding the question like the plague, not only because what Erik said is something he never wanted to repeat, but because it came with uncharted territory.
“Just…” his voice trails off as he turns the sink off, grabbing a nearby towel and drying his hands. He winces again at the applied pressure.
“You don’t get to ‘just’ me, Matt. Why!?” you’re raising your voice at this point, stepping into the bathroom and shutting the door behind you in the process. If Nick and Chris were asleep, you didn’t want to wake them.
“He was being a douche, okay?” Matt’s response is lame and he knows it. “I didn’t like what he was saying about you,” he continues without getting into detail, he was just trying to protect you and if that was such a crime he’d happily go to jail for it.
“I’m a big girl Matt. I told you I can take care of myself,” you scoff. Matt slumps onto the toilet seat, wishing he could just pull you onto his lap and hug the conversation away. “You always do this shit. You protect me like I’m a helpless little girl. We’re not eight anymore, Matt.”
“Sorry?” he replies, a sardonic tone evident in his voice.
“I DON’T NEED YOU TO FIGHT MY BATTLES, MATT!”
Matt sighs, he’s not in the mood for this right now.“He’s just a fucking dickhead, Y/n. He doesn’t deserve you. Plus, that bitchass pussy had it coming,” Matt replies, his voice remaining stern and steady. He didn’t want to raise his voice at you, but he knows it’s bound to happen with the way the conversation is progressing.
“WHY DO YOU CARE, THOUGH? WHY DOES IT MATTER SO MUCH TO YOU??” your hands are thrown up in exasperation, desperately trying to squeeze the answers out of him.
“Because you’re my friend.”
“No, Matt. Why?”
“BECAUSE I FUCKING LOVE YOU, OKAY? IS THAT WHAT YOU WANTED TO HEAR? THAT I’M MADLY IN LOVE WITH YOU? THAT I HAVE BEEN SINCE WE WERE KIDS AND I JUST—” he takes a deep breath, adjusting his volume and continuing in a defeated tone, “just forget I said anything, Y/n.”
The room is silent, so unbearably silent that Matt’s ears are ringing. His cheeks are flushed, almost as red as his knuckles. Your heart is pounding out of your chest. Small, quick breaths falling from your lips as you process everything he just said.
“You love me?” your voice is hushed, almost inaudible. When Matt looks up at you, he sees the twinkle in your eye as the tears brim your waterline. “Yes, I love you,” he affirms, it’s simple but true.
“Oh Matt,” you cup his face, suddenly it all made sense. All the times he chased away your boyfriends, complained about a fling, commented on a new friend, it all made sense with this new revelation.
“I get it if you don’t feel the same. You don’t have to pity me—” You cut Matt off with a passionate kiss, it’s the only thing you can think to do. He’s shocked at first, but he melts into the kiss once it registers.
His hands travel to the back of your thighs, legs spreading as he pulls you in closer to him. He moans into the kiss, unable to contain his excitement.
Matt’s tongue finds its way into your mouth, his grip on your thighs becoming stronger with each passing second almost like he’s afraid that if he lets go you’ll disappear. You only pull away to catch your breath, whispering four long awaited words into his lips, “I love you, Matt.”
Strong hands tug you back in for another passionate kiss, the pain in his knuckles suddenly vanishing as he relishes in this newfound feeling.
He’s never letting you go again.
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A/n: it’s been a while guys 😋💃🏻
thank you sweet anons for the requests, I combined them because they were very similar & I hope I did them justice!
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Chenford + Chris Returns..
Please note - this is not part of the one word prompt series. I'll be posting more of those tomorrow.
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"Well Chris is back from visiting his family in Chicago. I saw him outside the station as we came back after that op. He looks tan and relaxed. We nodded at each other."
Lucy looked up from the carton of noodles she was currently stuffing in her mouth and tried to speak but ended up sounding like a parent from a Charlie Brown special.
Tim chuckled and said, "Babe, please finish chewing and drink some water before you try to speak. We don't need me to do the Heimlich again , do we?" He was gleefully referring to the lunch services the other day when he performed the life-saving procedure at their favorite noodle place. The restaurant patrons gave him a round of applause (freaking applause!) after a chunk of shrimp shot out of the woman's esophagus. Lucy shook her head at the memory. She would have given him more grief about it, but the restaurant took his picture and put it on the wall and gave him a GOLD card which meant free noodles for life. She wasn't about to complain about that perk.
They still paid for their noodles (cops don't get freebies!) like the spicy kung pow ones was shoveling into her mouth now.
With her mouth finally clear, she asked, "Do we want me to tell him about "us,” you know be up front about it like grown ups? So he doesn't hear it from the grapevine? Better to control the narrative?"
Tim sighs. While he loves Lucy's perpetual optimism, he doesn’t see her more recent ex responding well to her moving on within an hour after breaking up with him. Tim is not sure anyone could spin that narrative in a positive way.
Instead he simply says, "it's your call. But i would expect everyone to know after he finds out. Our sneaking around bubble will have burst. Are you ok with that?". I will have a back up plan in place if anything goes wrong, ok?
Lucy grabbed his hand and said, "I'm not going anywhere and honestly, I don't care who knows that."
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Lucy doesn't actively seek Chris out, so it's a few days later that she sees him come out of an interrogation room with Wesley. Wesley, who along with Angela were two people in the "need to know" circle she was about to blow apart.
Chris looked over at Wesley to figure out why he stopped walking and saw Lucy. Their eyes met and while Lucy started to smile and move forward to say hello, Chris takes a step backwards and puts up his hands to stop her, saying "Lucy- please don't make this any more awkward than it already is. You broke up with me remember and no, I don't want to get back together."
Lucy stares at Chris. Her mouth opens and closes a few times but no sound comes out. So she squeaks out, "Oh?"
Chris turns to face her fully and said, "I saw Gloria - my college sweetheart - when I was back home and we decided to give it another go. Our parents are great friends and we fell back into one another easily. She's moving out here later this month."
Lucy's smile grows and she steps forward again to say, "Oh Chris, I'm so excited for you. I remember meeting her when she came to visit last year and I really liked her. Congratulations."
Chris could tell Lucy was genuine and not pretending when she told him congratulations. He wonders at that. "How are you doing?" he politely asks. Hoping she'll say she is missing him and wants another chance, that she wants him to toss Gloria aside and be with him like he really wants.
Lucy blushes and says, "Well, actually, I'm dating a great guy. We got together shortly after you and I broke up and I've never been happier. Which is why I'm so glad you are happy in your new relationship too."
Chris is stunned but not surprised that Lucy is dating someone; she hasn’t really understood how much of a catch she is and it sounds like someone took advantage of her newly singledom to make her theirs. "Anyone I know?" he asks cheekily, running through a list of possible suitors in his head.
Lucy looks at Wesley and takes a deep breath, "Yes, actually. The new Metro Liaison Sergeant and I are dating. I've known him for several years and he asked me out as soon as he knew I was single."
"Yes, I heard there was a multi-departmental promotion-shift resulting in a new serg - wait.... isn't Tim the new Sergeant for Metro? Are you dating Tim? (Lucy's smile broadens and Wesley takes a step back). "WHAT THE FUCK LUCY?! WHAT. THE . ACTUAL. FUCK?" Chris is shouting at Lucy and Wesley steps in between as Chris starts to charge at her, red-faced and menacing.
At that moment, Wade Grey steps forward and sees the shock on Lucy's face along with hearing Chris's expletive filled yell, grabs each by an arm and forcefully leads them into his office - where Percy West - the head of Internal Affairs - and Tim Bradford, Lucy's boyfriend and Senior Metro Liaison Sergeant are standing. Percy and Lucy smiled at each other quickly, and then Commander West uses his Church Deacon voice to speak to Chris with authority.
"ADA Sanford - you will no longer address Officer Chen. You will address me - Commander West. Are you paying attention?" Not waiting for Chris to respond, Percy says, " For the record, please state your issues with Officer Chen. I'd love to hear them."
Chris, seething with resentment and hurt, glances around the room to find four people staring at him. Waiting for an explanation.
Lucy had moved to stand next to Tim and was holding his hand. Chris lashes out again towards Lucy, 'YOU CANNOT BE FUCKING SERIOUS RIGHT NOW - HE IS YOUR BOSS. YOU CANNOT BE HOLDING HIS HAND." Tim makes a movement forward to address Chris directly, until Commander West holds up his hand and stops him.
Percy again says, "ADA Sanford - I repeat - you will address me and not Officer Chen. I will not give you another warning. What are your specific accusations towards Officer Chen?
Chris turns to face Commander West and sneers at Lucy, saying “Officer Chen is a disgrace to the uniform. She fucked her boss and had a secret affair with him while she and I were dating. She withheld affection, and love from me, knowing I was in love with her. Everyone sees the way they look at each other. How she pants after him and he pines for her. Both of them are disgusting and should be punished.”
Commander West says “Is that it?”
Chris replies, “isn’t that enough?”
Percy walks to Sergeant Grey’s desk and says, Mr. Del Monte? Did you get all that? I wanted to reiterate to you that Officers Bradford and Chen’s relationship was investigated more thoroughly than normal because Bradford was her training officer. As I mentioned to you earlier this week, we found no evidence of any wrong doing by either of them. Unsurprisingly, they maintained a professional relationship while in the office and have noted their change in relationship status. Additionally, Officer Bradford moved out of Officer Chen’s chain of command as soon as he was able to do so. IA and HR are fine with their relationship status change.”
DA Delmonte from his office across town, speaks up and addresses Chris directly, “thank you Percy. That matches our findings as well.
ADA Sanford, effective immediately, you will no longer be managing cases based out of mid-Wilshire and are being transferred to downtown Ventura traffic court. Your recent promotion has been revoked and you only still have a job because both Officer Chen and Officer Bradford spoke so highly of you. Please take the remainder of the day to clean out your office here and report tomorrow to DA Simpson at the Ventura courthouse at 8 am.”
The call was disconnected. Percy walked over to Lucy and gave her a hug before leaving. Tim leans down and kisses Lucy as if his life depends on it. He then shook Wade’s hand and left. A blushing Lucy smiled at Grey and said, “thank you” before turning to Chris a final time. “Good luck with Gloria. I hope everything works out for you both.” She nodded at him and headed out as well.
Chris stood there shocked. He turned around and saw Sgt. Grey glaring at him.
“Son, get the fuck out of my office before I throw you out.”
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#chenford#tim bradford#lucy chen#the rookie#tim x lucy#i love them#wade grey#f*cking chris sanford#ask andrea#andrea writes#not 100% happy with it#but it went where it went#not a spec fic
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YOURE SUCH A SILLY PERSON TO TALK TO PUTS YOU IN MU MOUTH AND STARTS CHEWING ON YOU /POS
(this is my first time meeting another southasian twst liker too YYIPPPEEEEEEE :3)
HELELEP ME 😭😭 THSNAK YOU SO MUCH ANOM YOURE SO SWEET 😢 ALSO HSHSHAJAJBDJEJS ANOYHER?? ARE YOU FROM TEHRS TOO?? OMG WE SHSOUDL BECOME FRNDNS FR DSHSHHSJSJS (if u wnsna ofc)
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Questions about your view of Hyde in relationships (for research purposes and bc I want to put your version of Hyde in my mouth and chew him like gum /pos):
-How does jealously work for Hyde? Does he only feel it for certain people or in certain situations? What are situations that would make him jealous? To use current rp relationships as examples - how would he feel if Dorian started flirting with a waiter while they were on a date vs Dorian coming back covered in hickeys? Or someone flirting with Gabriel vs Gabriel being in a relationship with more than just Hyde?
-How does Hyde express love, since they seem to be unable to verbally articulate it a lot of the time? In more simple words, going by a commonly known system, what would be their love language? How do they prefer to receive love vs how do they show it?
-This is only half a relationship question but. If your Hyde sat down with a modern day psychologist and a DSM5, what diagnoses would it walk out with? How do these different things effect it’s relationships with other people?
Apologies for the several questions. Please let me know if this many questions bother you. I just want to put your Hyde in a salad spinner so very bad /pos
AAAA thank you! I love developing my little guy (horrible old man that kills)
-Hyde is a pretty jealous guy when it comes to the people he's latched on specifically. Usually they're very careless- he is disconnected from humanity in general and what any dumb human being does is NOT his business... but if it involves the very few people he tolerates, then yes, they are jealous, even possessive, with the last threads of his moral compass acting as a buffer at times to prevent him from getting downright creepy. If Dorian started flirting or making out with someone during a date he'd get more mad that he's not paying attention to it and "getting distracted".
nOW, if we're talking Gabriel, breathing in his direction would be a perfect recipe for disaster. And Hyde only lets him see other people because (through gritted teeth) thats what makes Gabriel happy. What, nobody said Hyde was a good person to date.
-They show love through physical attention and body language, like... walking over to someone, getting close, touching them, nuzzling them, the works. However, it's aware their touch puts people on edge, so ironically enough he avoids touching the people he loves the most, at least at first.
But, in general, I think their love language is, in terms of giving love, more like, quality time, you know? If he can't touch you at least it can sit by you in silence, reading a book, just... blessing you with his presence, I suppose. And this isnt just a Hyde think; Jekyll has always been like that. In terms of receiving I think he's the type to like gifts and little details like preparing a fancy date or expensive stuff, they LOVE to be pampered and made to feel special.
This means that, if Hyde REALLY loves you and does not only see you as a fucktoy OR a temporary fling, he will be simultaneously very touch starved AND very skittish. He's basically a cat. He wants to cuddle but he's afraid you will not like it, which is something that never applies to one night stands or week-long things.
-Eddie Hyde is undiagnosable <3 ok ok i was kidding. I think he'd be diagnosed with ADHD, autism, dissociative depersonalization, a nasty addiction to (gestures broadly) lots of things, and maybe also ASPD or at the very least w antisocial behaviors plus paranoia.
I think that if he was diagnosed as Jekyll the ASPD and the ADHD would have been less noticeable because Jekyll is MASKING SO MUCH it hurts, but conversely, they would have gotten the OCD label slapped on. I'm not entirely sure if Jekyll/Hyde has full on OCD but his brain is indeed intrusive thoughts central. Their thoughts are 80% HHHGMGHGM YOU DID A BAD YOU'RE GOING TO HELL FOREVERRRRRR.
If you want a honest answer: Jekyll doesn't like people very much, with few exceptions, and is INCREDIBLY arrogant and self-centered to the point he has ZERO qualms with being mean to their friends (all three of them) and his "social" persona is just an elaborate act that drains him a lot. So as Hyde he just... lets it all out and that's why he's LIKE THAT.
And? please? dont put Hyde in a salad spinner, he will get dizzy.
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hi soop!
ik we’re mutuals but i’m still trying to process that fact. i wanted to say that i rlly like ur art and art style and say that’s it’s rlly cool! i’ve been meaning to ask, how long have u been drawing? bc ur style is so cute i want to squish it.
also thx for the analysis inspo it was fun doing some research
WAAA wow thank you so much!! I've been drawing as long as I can remember but I started seriously practicing digital art about 5-6 years ago! damn it's so wild it's been that long though
and YEAHH of course!! im so awful at writing out coherent analysis but its still a ton of fun <33
As for your art even though i havent seen much DUUDE I want to squish YOUR style the way u draw expressions and textures is so soft and nice on the eyes grahh i want to put it in my mouth and chew on it /pos
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you guys like the stim headcanons... i see how it is /pos LUCKY FOR YOU I HAVE MORE!!
most of these are projecting (the password stims from the last post were too wHOOPS qlfjjwjr)
(they spiral off from stims and into bracelet headcanons like halfway through whoops. but i think they're cute so they're staying <3)
sly repeats things a lot, moreso than just passwords and stuff. full instructions from bentley, guru-speak, all kinds of things. murray will say something and sly will repeat it and the two of them will get caught in a feedback loop
bentley chews on things, usually the backs of pens and markers. the strap from his bicycle helmet is worn down a lot 'cause it's in reach and he doesn't have to hold anything up to his mouth
murray's are a lot more physical, as most things with him are. that hippo caNNOT sit still for the life of him and we love him for it. finger tapping, knuckle cracking, rocking, he has to do like 30 seconds of full body wiggles before a mission because he just gets so excited
slys tail wraps around things when he gets nervous, usually his leg or the end of his cane. not quite sure if this is a STIM but yknow
murray does those little steppy tippy taps that donnie does you know the little excited ones
bentley likes sensory things like he'll press his hands against his eyes to see the funky little shapes when he gets overwhelmed. he knows it's probably rlly bad for his eyes but it's nice to control the stimuli yknow
murray toes a fine line between under and overstim but usually he likes a Lot of stimulation so usually it's just stopping the understim
ok as strange as this is gonna sound sly makes those little like thread bracelets. it's nice to have something to do with your hands and hes got delicate hands i think hed be good at it. they have matching ones that they usually have on them if not being directly worn
murray used to keep his on his wrist until he started using his Flame Fists. he feels really bad for burning the first one but sly just laughed and said hed make another
now murray keeps his on his belt on his hip usually, though he still will wear it like a normal person when he knows he wont be getting firey
bentleys is usually on his hat/helmet somewhere; if he keeps it on his wrist it catches on the corners of computers and scrapes against 'em so it's easier just to have it out of the way
carmelita has two of them that she swears she never wears but every once in a while she'll see them and be filled with Emotion
all of the Extended Cooper Gang also have bracelets bc sly Just Keeps Making Them whenever he has the materials
penelopes is too big for her so she keeps it on one of her remote controls i think. yknow like phone charms she has hers like that
the guru's has a tiny crystal on it and sly vowed never to put another charm like that on one because it was a PAIN in the TAIL. he usually doesnt keep it on his wrists but it stays with him wherever he goes
dimitri complained about his ("it cramps my style, man!") but when sly offered to take it back got very defensive over it. he earned that bracelet trash man you BET hes gonna keep it
the panda king's was the last one he made bc yknow they did not get along. they have a bonding moment or whatever and the next day theres a bracelet and a calling card sitting by wherever the panda king sleeps. it's too small for him- and the panda king has Flame Fu anyway- but he keeps it with a bracelet his daughter made for him. they're never not on his person
sly himself is usually wearing one, but he picks at it, so he has to make himself new ones every month or so 'cause they keep breaking
theres one hanging from the rearview mirror of the van. nobodys sure when it got there, not even sly
#i just think of that one hc where dt17's lena made bracelets#that were like enchanted and magic and stuff#its my fantasy brain talking i have to put magic in everything#nyway i might write more abt the bracelets#theyre suddenly very important to me#sodalites sclooper#sodalite scribbles#sly cooper#sly cooper honor among thieves#save for later#PANDA KING AS THE TEAM DAD.#not entirely relevant here.. but important to me personally
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castle 7x4 child's play
the kindergarten episode liveblog
Sunset
not a place where kids come out of the woodworks...
Just idles into a wall with the music still on
there was someone in there!?!? who was alive? I assumed there would just be one dead guy!
Ice cream. I always love the parallels that they put in this show
*grips alexis in shock* Potato chip fudge <3 I love these folks this family this is so sweet
Gram & I have it covered! *gram makes a face*
but u should clean if they cooked, esp if you need a break before dessert
RC: They are glad to have me back. And if fussing over me makes them happy – (he drops his voice) - enjoy it. Like you ought to be enjoying this potato chip fudge ice cream sundae. It’s got that whole salty/sweet thing going on. It’s just – just like me.
xd just like me
HE ANSWERS HER PHONE WHEN HER MOUTH IS FULL
RC: no kids lining up to buy Bomb Pops around here
Me: yeah this is the neighbourhood where they buy bombs
Oh no poor dad!
Right, first gear.
I made a bunch of ukrainian friends yesterday, or a few ago. They drink like you wouldn't believe. The issue is, I don't speak ukranian so I couldn't play charades very well. Except for footsoccer which I called soccer & they called football, instead of handsoccer which I call football & they call soccer. These folks are from abkhazia tho.
Ooh graphic design.
rysposito matching outfits.
nice set design
Ryan going off to the station
my man's stuff all gone
Love ryan's tie btw
Wow his eyes are so blue
Oh no it was a kid!
Today's date
Castle chewing gum
*grabs the toy off his desk*
point for the adhd headcanon except adhders like me would NOT solve a puzzle,, ever. I'm too dumb for that. (some adhders would be great at it tho.)
I like the youth officer's badge & character design
*talking about him w/o realizing*
KB: So … basically we’re looking for someone who won’t intimidate them. An adult presence, in the classroom, that eight year olds will view as a peer. Someone that they can consider one of their own?
KB: Thank you, Mrs. Ruiz, for letting Castle spend time in your classroom.
Leslie Ruiz: I wasn’t given much of a choice.
KB: Well, then we apologize for the imposition.
RC: Yes, but being 90% kid myself I have an ability to get into the minds of children.
LR: Have you ever been in a room with twenty second graders, Mr. Castle?
Me: yeah when I was one of the second graders
I thought it was haffe not djaffe
The quiet voice of a teacher.
Wow very second grader of him. rude.
Wow same kid rude. It's a good trope, adult having beef with some random kid.
Castle kid moments *making faces* he started it *getting in trouble* it really solidifies his "just another kid" position
Except for you at the end you're looking at the wall
the girl withthe tea party
Outfits my beloved.
Killer was looking for smth. the field trip form!
these eight year olds have better hand writing than me holy-.
Juicebox
"feel free to use my desk" it's the only adult sized place there is
L Ruiz: That’s not it, Mr. Castle. These are kids and it’s my job to protect them. Even from people who mean well.
thank her for the juice.
Where is ryan? we have especkett Ooh this would be a good point for ryan to jump in with a fac-- or not. Or yes! There he is & HOLY CRAP THAT VEST & HOLY CRAP THOSE EYES I AM TURNING A LITTLE BIT GAY
that's green?
yes but in this story the giant had a gun.
Castle gets to play in the dirt at recess I love it
giving information
aaaand it's a movie.
*covered in grass*
& the little shit is back. He reminds me of the kid on my bus who I hated so much I transferred schools. But I wasn't allowed to hate him bc his parents died (& that's probably why he was so messed up ig...)
*takes a picture*
Even the kid he was playing with is laughing. I mean getting bullied will also solidify the idea that you are on the same level as these kids.
Dead drop, just like every other time we get a po box or safe deposit box.
Russian accent or generally slavic?
Where is ryan? I mean I LOVE especkett but where ryan?
(the way esposito holds open the door hhh I wish I had better hands... men's hands, & then look at his posture)
Castle *getting beat up by children* I love it.
& his full body gestures as he talks to bekcett
Ok but if you stad stil you'll be fine, all the kids who were jumping would fall. & besides you need a lot more marbles than you think, it's like floor curling wax.
What a thud!
Emily!!!
Emily helping him!
She is opening up--NOOOOO HSDHUFIHFDSKLJ
Typical teens.
AC: Where do you think you’re going?
RC: Um … second grade?
AC: Not without finishing your breakfast.
She rushes toward him with a sack lunch and a forkful of breakfast.
RC: I ate most of it and I just – I’m late.
AC: Come on, Dad. Just one more bite.
She holds the fork out to him.
RC: Alexis, I do not have time –
She forces the fork into his mouth. BECKETT tries to hide her laugh. I should clip.
AC: Now, don’t forget your lunch.
RC: takes it slowly, chewing. He grabs BECKETT’S arm and drags her to the door.
RC: Okay, you’re right. It’s weird. I’ll talk to her.
I like how castle doesn't just go along with whatever she says, but takes it sideways. he was drinking tea, she offered sugar, he decided Yes And, it is not sugar but low glucose index fairy dust.
Esposito would so make fun of him for looking like this but ryan would totally understand.
One princess to another! jhdfjskdsfdlkjfjlk
Jason >:(
Castle giving good dad advice.
RC: Emily, do you know why people do mean things? (EMILY shakes her head) Because it makes them feel strong. Really though, you and me? We’re the strong ones. We just keep our strength inside. So sometimes we forget it’s there.
Emily: Like sometimes I forget I have gum in my pocket.
RC: Exactly
Mrs ruiz was able to hear that lol
Girl power!
Oh jason's parents.. yeah jason is a bully bc jason is a bully.
yes! Yes I have made progress! I've eliminated two & I'm building trust! & also they should just,,, check to see who has their permission slips in their backpacks or handed them in. That would narrow the pool by at least a couple students.
Where are their computers? I don't like ryan's 'fit. Do like how he's taken over the desk across from beckett tho. Every time I hear jaffe I hear readwrite chrome reading me fanfictioin where it says javier like ha-vee-erre (not jav-yed like I say it) & it says dja-vi not hah-vee
dun dun dun bratva
wikipedia: Abkhazia is located in the western Caucasus, on the eastern coast of the Black Sea. On the north, it borders the Russian Federation, on the east Georgia's Samegrelo-Zemo Svaneti region.
that country has like, a quarter of the mount of ppl in the city...
Clear? clear?
ryan thigh holster
yucky yuckly. At least he died on the tarp.
Oof you can hear she still is smelling it. Get some vapo rub on yo nose babe.
Esposito eyeliner moments. (also wearing thigh holster.)
sounds like a bad joke: Why kill a mob enforcer, an ice cream man, and a retired cop?
Oh all the goodbyes I love it!
"I'm always in trouble!"
He got upgraded to leslie!!!
Ooh beckett looks good, those girls? in that denim? Mm! I'm turning from a kevin ryan lesbian to a kate beckett lesbian here. (*is not even a real girl*)
Passport forgery?
ryan is smart! the graphic design stuff!
Caslte didn't sound right...
Castle is back
"are you two married?"
OH NO IT IS THE KID WITH BEEF!!!
He's a jerk-face!
Both his parents were lawyers.
Using the beef to pressure him.
not again! another one who wasn't there!
Oh but it was his sister. Was she small enough to fit in the ice cream place?
oh NO IT WAS NATALIE BARNES
(also wow different dads is right)
Ah yes immigration.
NB: Anton’s route covered Brighton Beach. And there were a lot of Russians there. And he’d seen so many of them come here with the promise of a job and then their papers would be taken and they’d be forced to work in sweatshops or – or worse and Anton was trying to get them back home.
NB: Well, Anton heard that Jaffe had a connection that could get blank passports, and Jaffe worked Brighton Beach as a cop, so he knew what was going on and – and he was sympathetic to the immigrants.
KB: And you were the one with the high-tech design software. That’s why Anton took your class.
My man is being forced into making a passport for the guy who tried to kill him!?
It must hurt to watch & not be able to do anything.
Yeah man she needed the information to make him a passport
Bring your vests!
Or not!
wait NO NOT THE CAMERA CASE
*pans down to polkovnik*
*holds up hoto* *puts down photo* *face stays*
Ooh the music!
Ooh the marbles!
KB: u ok?
RC: Yeah. I’ve taken worse. In this classroom, as a matter of fact.
(compared to getting beat up by a murderer & militia leader who is wanted for war crimes in the region between georgia & russia as well as three related homicides in new york)
Truce? truce. *both put signs on each other's backs*
MRS RUIZ GETS A MEDAL I'M SO PROUD OF HER.
you're with second graders & you call castle a challenge!
*making faces* Beckett's reaction lol
Remember when you did the same to her?
Maybe let her leave the gps on. But don't let her check it.
*rolls in on a scooter* girl idk if aggravating her is a good idea
She's so pretty & grown up.
RC: I would feel the same way. Matter of fact, I did.
AC: After paris
AC: Being an adult really sucks.
Me: I'll drink to that bro
Ice cream? How about pixzza.
get it from the nicks!
It's geetting late & I have a job interview tmrw.
Here's the plan: I'll wake up on like 4.5h of sleep, take a shower or maybe a bath so I can really scrub, wear my towel while I print off my letters & signed form thing & time sheet & all the stuff on the virtual classroom, & then I'll get dressed & pack my stuff & grab my bike & go... except idk if there will be a place to store my bike so I'll just bus. Let's say I have my interview at 11.00, the bus only gets there every however many minutes so I'll get there by 10.30, it's abt 45 mins & I need to leave the house at about 9.45, let's say it takes me 10m to get my shoes on (& stop whatever I'm doing & put on my binder) except let's round up to 15 bc then it's 9.30 which is a nicer number, 1h to get dressed & pack my backpack, 1h to print off my stuff & put it in my backpack & wait to dry off, 1h to wash, so that's 6.30 I need to wake up. (the waking up time & heating up the water won't take too long so I'm including it in the bath time, which is whyI am so so overestimating these numbers. I'm including more than I say.)
Wow for someone with as poor time management as me I would need to wake up at 6.30 for an interview at 11... holy crap. I'm broken my dudes.
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My Fic Fawn Responses Base Plot
(Spoilers! This is literally my outline, but I have gone off script a good amount already)
Notebooks
Green- Used to sort the information and connect the notebooks
Red- people watching or rambling, referred to as boredom books.
Orange- profiles and info on normal people or clients
Purple- work/ cases
Blue- More dangerous information, never leaves the house
One day when he was in Middle school he went to a cafe after school, because that's a habit for him to do his homework at the cafe everyday. This time however he realized that someone at school had broken his phone. He decided to just try and entertain himself before going home for the day. And did so by analyzing the people around him (in this au he started chewing pencils and putting them in his mouth whenever he starts to analyze as a way to stop himself from muttering). This was when he started the habit of people watching. It became more common for him to just watch people at the cafe than to listen to music on this phone like he used to. He also met shinso here but that's besides the point for now.
When he went home one day after doing this for about a month his mom talked to him and admitted that she had been having financial trouble, and that she would be picking up more shifts at the hospital. This caused him to go into a deep dive online where he learned about P.I.s, or Private Investigators. He decided to try to better his skills before offering to investigate for anyone, causing him to realize just how many cheating people go to the cafe that he goes to. He took the money he had been saving up and decided to invest in extra classes on psychology and computers hoping that this would pay him back more than he spent.
In preparation for his new job he got multiple bank accounts setup, he got multiple online accounts set up all of which are anonymous, and he set up a main account that is practically untraceable. I say practically because once you get to a certain point in the firewalls tell him and it becomes like a game, the hacker fighting him directly. This is because he was simply so bored and lonely that he would like to have a challenge even if it was in the form of someone trying to take him down. When had been doing this for years he used his earnings to set up his own cameras that were small enough to not be seen by average people that he used to follow people into places where worming into the cameras already there wasn't worth the time it would take, he also set up an AI with very specific rules that made it so if it wanted to learn anything it had to go to him directly, meaning more work for him but a much less potentially destructive AI. He was constantly updating his tools. He started the business off by finding a woman in his Cafe who was complaining that her husband was cheating on her but she didn't have enough proof for a divorce to lean in her favor, he then used his newly-acquired computer skills to find her online and offer to find proof of her husband cheating with cash in return sent to a very specific PO box that was made untraceable. Very confused, she agreed to the price, one that was lower than most P.I.s hoping that if he was able to know that she was considering divorce when she had only told close friends that he'd be able to find proof and he did. He did this again and again, the majority of his clients being suspicious lovers, he eventually started traveling to wealthy areas and listening in on the conversations of the people there in order to find clients that were willing to pay a good amount of money more than the people in his part of town, he got more money than any normal job did but started worrying about people getting suspicious of the money.
Soon people were messaging him instead of him finding clients
So he decided that the best way to deal with the money issue was to find a way to liquidate it without only getting it in cash, he also wanted to do it in a way so that it didn't all have to go in one account at some point because that would be suspicious. He got the idea a little after his birthday when his mom complained about how hard it is to get hero Merch because of how expensive it is. He started putting almost all of his money into the most expensive hero merch could find and then keeping them in his room and showing them all off, if he needed to liquidate some money he would just pick an item and go sell it normally for much more than it's worth due to do to the bartering abilities that he got from his job. This not only made him more money but also avoided suspicion because he simply acted like a rabid fanboy when around people.
He basically laundered money using hero merch
He used the money in many ways, a good portion of it went to his mom in order to help her pay the bills. He couldn't give it all to her as he originally wanted to because it would be suspicious for him to have that much money. He spent a good portion of it to make himself better at his job, he spent a lot of money on technology, always making it so that it can't be traced to him. He often spends large sums of money making his firewalls better and better. He was very paranoid of being caught, even if the majority of people didn't know he existed, because of the fact if a suspicious lover was wrong about a person cheating then that often meant the person was doing something illegal that they were hiding instead and he had to contact the police about it, he always did so using public channels anonymously, telling them just enough to make the police convinced that it's just someone who didn't want their name to be in the mess instead of someone malicious. He often spent money on classes for himself, he did many, Many college classes, getting all sorts of partial degrees or points towards degrees in all sorts of different online classes using lots of different online aliases so that they couldn't be traced back to him, while he was still entertained. His main alias, Akitani Mikumo had a few degrees mostly in psychology or in quirk studies, so after he started making a name for himself he stopped using that Alias for schooling.
He spent the rest of his money on savings and donations, not really knowing what else to spend it on
The reason he was able to get so much work done is that he used his AI to do the majority of the brunt work for his pi business, and he Spent very little time on his normal school work.
I personally really dislike the fact that he got a quirk instead of becoming a quirkless hero so he will not be getting one in this au
Instead he will be not exactly sticking out when it comes to his hero classes, still relying on brute force because he has major people-pleasing issues to the point where he manipulates himself in order to make sure others don't get upset with him, I will go into detail on this it is a very large issue and it's why he is often making the stupid decisions to go off on his own because he simply does not trust anyone
Basically due to his time in middle school, elementary school, and pre-school all being insanely abusive he gained major people-pleasing issues. Basically he created a whole new personality that is not at all like him (the description of this version of him is quiet, well-mannered, shy, gets good but not amazing grades, and is overall not memorable except to the people who are close to him.) This creates a very vicious cycle because he hates the idea that he is manipulating people to like him but at the same time can't help but change every detail of his personality whenever he's trying to talk to anyone new, he changes smaller details of his personality depending on who he's speaking to as well making him feel even more like a liar. Another issue is that his people pleasing/self-sacrificing nature makes it so that he's the therapist friend to a very unhealthy extent ie the fact that two people have fought him and had emotional breakdowns that he had to try and fix because they didn't know how to deal with their issues are there among themselves or with professional help, while he has had multiple situations where he should not have been okay but no one even reached out in the show.
This also makes it so that he is completely hiding everything I just said because he doesn't want to draw the attention to himself that comes with being acknowledged for his achievements
No matter how desperately he wants positive attention
This boy is so mentally ill
The thing is that he's so smart but no one even can tell that something's wrong because he's just such a good liar no matter how bad he feels about lying that no one can catch him under normal circumstances. Good thing I did not have normal circumstances for the story.
Basically I have created a scenario where him and Aizawa why are forced to fight against a villain with a quirk that is known for making people destroy themselves by over using their quirk or by mentally scarring them, good things that are analysts knows that the court works by making a person work harder than they normally do often forcing people to lean into hysterical strength which tear Stone apart for people who are already on mentally unwell or forstchen to be an even worse situations and that hurts them. Do the villain always describes it as forcing a person to work harder than they normally do, the thing is that this boys is never is at 100% And instead is always at like 30% so whenever he's forced to go all out it's simply him going more like 70% instead of the normal 140% that the quirk makes the person go to.
This makes it so he says things that he would have preferred to not say while fighting the villain, as the real him has a tendency to gloat. This made it so Aizawa learned that he wasn't even trying his best at the u.s.j when his life was on the line. He finds this heavily concerning but the boy refuses to talk to him.
Later they were doing a dorms check whenever Aizawa's Pro Hero instincts went off, causing him to lift up a poster to reveal a hidden shelf filled to the brim with books
After finding one Secret section of the wall he looks behind all the other posters to reveal that the room was almost entirely covered by books, a computer and notebooks. He also saw a lot of technology that he could not place. He Pockets a book that is on a shelf above them bed, before they brought izuku in, he then talked about how legally they weren't allowed to look at any of his stuff and no matter what they said he was able to legally maneuver around to them so if it wasn't for Aizawa pocketing the book they never would have found out just how smart the boy was. Much to Izuku's dismay, the reason that book was on a shelf by the bed was that it was a sorting book, kind of like a table of contents that had the majority of his academic connections in it. He was very meticulous with those ones because he never knew when they might come in handy for a future project. It took a while for nezu to break the code much to everyone's worries but once he did he immediately called izuku into the office.
Nezu had already made the smart choice in having a professional look into what's going on with midoriya, he felt the need to be gentle with this topic and decided the best way would be to know what he should avoid and what he should try to spend more time on. Thanks to this he knew part of the mass of mental illness and as such knew that izuku would hate the attention as well as knowing that he had to be really careful so he didn't lose the trust that's already there. So whenever he called him to the office he made it so it would be "coincidentally," the same time that Aizawa always dropped off his paperwork. This was so he hopefully wouldn't feel as pressured in the situation. Once he was called down, Izuku tried to avoid the conversation as much as possible, but he eventually learned that the point of this conversation was that some of his notebooks were being confiscated and that they had a legal premise behind it. It was very concerning to the two teachers just how defeated he seemed while handing over the notebook he had on hand, He had fought tooth-and-nail to try and keep it out of their hands. They were even more surprised when Izuku asked to speak with Aizawa at some point alone.
The conversation went down on the roof, much to Aizawa's confusion as Izuku was the one who brought them there. It appeared that he turned into a completely different person once they were out of the way of cameras mikes and other people possibly walking in on the conversation. izuku said to him, "my whole life I've been doing my best to make people either like me or not notice me because of that I know that everyone wants something and I know that what someone wants greatly impacts a person's personality. The reason I'm telling this to you is because you value the truth Above All Else. So I'd like to play a game." The rules of the game were simple. One person asked a question and the other one answered. In return they got to ask a question with a full honest answer as well, but a zuku simply kept track of how many questions he was answering instead of asking them at that time. When the conversation ended he asked a single question. Do you plan on leaving me alone now that you know what you wanted to know?
He was shocked and said nothing, izuku incorrectly took that as a yes. So imagine his surprise when the next day he was called into the principal's office. Nezu had been trying to find a solution that gave izuku more challenging work while still keeping attention away from the boy. The homeroom teacher used this as an opportunity to show that he wasn't going to leave him alone any time soon. They came up with this. He would be starting to use a laptop in class, one with privacy screens (supposedly to stop cheating), silent keys (supposedly to stop distractions), and a new mask (supposedly to help stop his muttering habit). This all was to be explained as his broken arm getting irritated after writing all day, supposedly the typing should be better on his wrist. That is how he started to do harder coursework with the deal being that he can still pick out what his grades per assignment will be so his classmates don't even think that he's doing anything different. He also agreed to the harder classes because he was to be given an office that he can access at any time where he was told he'd have to keep his notebooks. To the teachers, it was all things that they wanted to do in order to get him to trust them more, but to Izuku it was a business deal that leaned in his favor. So of course he said yes.
He soared through the assignments he was given at first, as to be expected as he has been on college level for a long time and nezu dedicated himself to breaking the codes and sorting through all of the notebooks that they had confiscated. Legally they could only get anything related to school, school work, or his education. They tried to argue that any of his work that is so based in information had to do with his education as they needed to understand what level he was on, but the courts argued that they could simply do testing to find that information. They had about 10 notebooks and weren't sure how many there were, or at least they didn't know until they gave him the office and soon every bookshelf was filled with a notebook that was written in a code or some sort of college textbook. He filled the place with high tech technology that they couldn't figure out where he got it from no matter how many bank records They looked into, as well as very complicated projects that he had been trying to find a safe space to continue working on. He reluctantly showed the ai's that he had created not explaining their purposes but simply showing their existence because he had it connected to his computer system and as such partially connected to the Ua system and were thought of as possible threats.
He has two ai, One of them is bunny and the other is Kitty, they both have two different purposes. one of them, bunny, was the go-to for working on izuku's projects while Kitty was based on the analysis work, Kitty was built in order to track down and catch people who are being suspicious, they have multiple parts all of which being sent to a different person constantly keeping an eye on them until something happens that they can be arrested for or they get proof of infidelity. Bunny however exists in order to help izuku with his projects as well as to help him keep an eye on himself, as he often tends to forget to eat while working on a project and other things like that. Bunny is attached to an anklet that he wears in order to keep an eye on his heartbeat and overall health. Bunny would warn him if he's getting close to a panic attack.
One day nezu had to come in on a day off, he normally spent his entire time at the school having turned his office into a home, but sometimes work brought him out. He had had an important meeting with the principal of Another Hero School that had ended earlier than expected. Once he came back he went over the cameras to check that everything was all right when he saw izuku pacing in his office. He made it so that he could hear what was being said just as Izuku stopped pacing. It turns out that the boy was annoyed because of the case that he was working on which he decided to rant about to his ais at the exact same time that nezu started listening in. He said something about a con man who had three fiance's and would ask them for money before apparently joining the war effort, when in reality he would leave them in order to find someone new. It just so happens that this man was connected to quite a few dirty people and was very bad at hiding it, to the point where izuku was just laughing at him. He then went through the process of getting a Anonymous message prepared for the police as well as him getting the details fixed before reaching out to the original buyer with proof of his infidelity, nezu listened this whole time. Before walking to the office, he had decided that he wanted to keep the camera screen open simply because he got a feeling. He was proven right whenever he stepped foot in the hall and the screen popped up on izuku's computer warning him that a person was approaching and he hid all the stuff he was previously working on instead pulling up psychology work. Izuku was completely calm and pleasant during the conversation in which he was blackmailed with nezus recently found information into letting the chimera read any and all of his notebooks. Then bunny used a sleep serum he made in order to knock him out as it had been 72 hours since his last full sleep, nezu simply left the room with him wide awake and checked the cameras once in his office,To see him fast asleep
Nezu decided that he didn't want to overwhelm him with too many changes at once, so he took his time reading through all of his work and constantly giving him harder work through the computer until he thought that he was able to deal with some more change. That change included therapy, talking with Aizawa, and him working on convincing Izuku to become his personal student. The reason he wanted him to become a personal student instead of just an advanced student was because by becoming a personal student he would be able to focus on subjects different from his normal classes, the classes he was taking at that time we're just a very complicated versions of what he would have done anyway ie in math class instead of working on one subject he was working on a more complicated math subject while nezu wanted him to be working on an analysis work instead eventually he started trusting Aizawa more and told him about his deals with nezu, Aizawa was both terrified because of the principal's interest in the boy as well as very happy that he was finally opening up. He went on to deal with Cannon situations as well as work on becoming a hero. I have one more little tidbit to say on this AU
Basically whenever he was starting out the husband of a Pro Hero reached out to him, because Pro heroes are rich in his clientele are rich people, hoping to find proof that this husband was cheating on him, well instead izuku found proof of the hero using his Fame in order to manipulate people to do stuff for him, like making people that he saves pay him or saving then instead of getting paid by the hero commission as he should have been getting paid. This really shook his belief in Heroes and his personality is a little different towards them during the story. He still acts like a hero fanboy but in reality he only is a fanboy towards the people he has proven as innocent in his eyes
He also hates the commission for how many times they tried to cover up things he finds (he just sent it to the press if they don't do anything) He will ruin a person's job and reputation but not murder (For now)
Yeah, there's another version of this au where he does get the ofa quirk. It's basically just another layer of angst on top of it because all might unknowingly manipulate him by giving him expectations which he felt he needed to keep. And there's another version which is basically in selling the analysis work at school as well.
Nezu learns quicker in the second one
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hi, Novah! I'm kinda nervous, i love your blog, amazing work! I am thinking about starting posting my stuff in my own blog, but something really stresses me out, i don't know if it's good enough or if people will like it..i would love some tips!
Anyways, if you're here for the thirst, here I go! Dragon King Bakugou, who has a counselor who likes to tease the king in front of the whole court. so he needs to teach her a lesson, fucking her on his throne, where anyone else could walk in and see the scene of the so smarty and confident king's counselor reduced to a mess with his thrusts.
(sorry for any mistake, English it's not my first language, have a nice day! Drink water, eat good, have enough sleep! If you want to identify me, i could be 💜 anon!)
CW;; 18+ only, spit play(?), impact play(?), condescending bakugou, breeding (light-ish), fem reader, um.. idk if i’m forgetting anything. Blogs w/ no age indicators and minors DO NOT INTERACT
WC;; 1.7k
note;; yall i ain’t gonna lie im so shit at smut. so forgive me.. 😭 and i’m tired asf so there might be typos and shit… also.. i blueballed yall sorry :(
PLEASE. This is so.. god, this is so fucking *puts my fist in my mouth* /pos.
ugh but can you imagine.. like he’s not used to that kind of treatment?? He’s so spoiled. He expects everyone to treat him with respect despite not returning it, and he assumes he’ll get what he wants with the snap of his finger. He does whatever the fuck he wants, and if he wants something, he’ll take it despite what anyone says.
He preens when people always follow his command and cower in his presence, basking in the elegance of a king like snot-nosed brat. He expects so much from the staff of his kingdom, and the court was sick of it having to always bend over backwards for him. They mutter amongst themselves at his ineloquent behavior, chittering about ways to tame this spoiled brat of a king.
So they hire you… without his knowledge.
When he meets you for the first time, his pretty counselor, he thinks you’re one of the concubines for his harem. You stood in the middle of the hall unassumingly, trying to ease your nerves before you met the king. Your nose is buried deep in a moleskin journal, sucked in by the copious amount of notes about the king that you wrote prior. A hand runs over your hip as he pulls you to his side with a smirk. You slap his hand away with a sneer, pushing him off of you. Disgust strikes through you, and you’re not shy when it comes to showing it on your face.
He flushes at the rejection. His eyes are wide with shock before pinching into choler. He chokes on his curses, fists curling and shoulders bunched up at his ears as you towers over you. You don’t seem to react.
Before he could straighten your ass out, his court rushes to introduce you, stammering out your name and precipitating from trepidation as they announce your new role in the kingdom. A roar of a laughter bounces around the kingdom walls. It fades quickly when he sees the court members shake and eye each other awaiting him to realize that they’re serious.
Bakugou expected you to bend at his will like everyone else did. He expected you to stammer and nod your pretty little head as he commanded you to do this and that. He expected you to praise his ideas with a wry smile. He expected you to be a good.
What he did not expect was for you to talk back to him, make irritating little comments about this and that, give him a little haughty response after he barks at you for correcting him. You even have the gall to call him dumb— in front of his court at that!!
You were infuriating, but his cock couldn’t help but twitch every time you bitched at him. Your brows furrowed, hands at your hips as you snarl are him. You had this habit of bending down and staring him right in his eyes as he sits on his throne. His eyes greedily glides down to your tits as you chewed him out with a smirk, happy that he was taking a beating to your words.. happy to see that he’s looking.
Even in the privacy of his own chambers, your face and annoying ass voice invades his head. His cock is annoyingly hard every time you make his way to his head, being all snarky and bratty. His tip is sticky and dripping whenever he frees his heavy cock out, fucking his fists to the idea of shoving his cock in your mouth just to shut you up.
One day, you were nagging him about something, calling him careless and dumb as you recalled something he did this morning— He sent a group of soldiers to terrorize the village located at the bottom of mountain, which was NOT apart of his territory.
His cheek is cradled into his hand with a blank look on his face, watching your plush lips smack together, makin’ words he doesn’t even care to process. You have your hands on your hips while that stupid journal of yours is tucked in between your armpit. He eyes the opening of your blouse, watching your breasts heave as you continue to scold him for this and that. The bored look on his face told you he didn’t know nor did he care about what you were yapping about, and you sigh:
“Are you even listening, my king?” The nickname was supposed to be mocking, but it did quite the opposite effect you wanted to.
Before you knew it you’re on his lap. Your stupid notebook thrown to the side, and Your pencil skirt bunched up at your moving hips. His cock buried deep into your cunt, dragging itself up and down against your gummy walls. He groans under the bite of your nails as they plant themselves on to his broad shoulders. Large hands gripping onto your hips, guiding them up and down, while his mouth latches onto your nipple as he watches you ride his dick.
You were so cute trying to get yourself off on his dick. Huffs and whines fly out of your plump lips, pouting at the fact that you’re barely at the base of his cock. Your brows are scrunched up together letting something so big consume you. A growl leaves him, and you shiver in return. Your concentrated expression makes him want to eat you alive, makes him want to show slam up into you and give you all of him… But he holds himself back, promising himself that the end result would he better if he waited.
He lets go of your tit with a pop.
“You love this cock, don’t cha baby? You love your king’s cock?” He coos. A smirk hooks at his lips as he watches you try and undo yourself.
You almost forget to answer the question, too caught up on feeling his fat cock split you open. The curve and girth of it pressing into the right places, leaving you drooling.
You nod, dumbly, eager to please. The sound of skin slapping and the squelching of your pussy swallowing his cock bounced off the high ceilings and vast walls of the throne room. Embarrassed and afraid of unwanted eyes, You bite back your moans.
“C’mon. ” He goads. The head of his cock kissing your cervix as he thrusted his hips upward with a grunt finally bottoming inside of you. He groans, “Oh fuck, yeah.”
You let out a choked moan, eyes widening at the sudden movement. You hunch over in pleasure. Your sticky forehead pressed against his shoulder.
He quickly pushes you back so you could look at him. You looked so stupid, so dumb. Your cockiness no longer present. He thrusts himself back into you again, amusing himself while he watched your eyes cross.
“Say something, girly. The fuck you being so quiet for, hah?” He squints at you, his condescending smirk never leaving his lips. “You afraid of getting caught? Poor baby’s afraid is gonna be caught on the throne fucking the king? Your king?”
You nodded dumbly, whimpering. Drool dribbles down your chin as you continue to sloppily ride his dick, tits bouncing in front of his face. Bakugou brings his hands up to tug at your nipple before slapping one of your tits. You mewl.
“Is that all you can do? Just nod?” He laughs, “My dick makin’ ya stupid, honey? C’mon, you’re a smart girl, use your words like a big girl.”
“Ye—Yes, My—hngh— My king..”
“Tha’s right.. s’good for me, hm? I tell you what to do, and you’ll do it for me, right?” Moans pour out of your lips as you eagerly nod, “Atta girl.”
“and I get to do whatever I want with your body, right baby?” Your head bobs up and down as you whine around his cock. He slaps your tits again. It jiggles in impact, “C’mon, say it.” He grits.
Your hazy eyes blink rapidly, trying to form words as you cried out. “Ye—Fuck, Hngh,, Fuuck, yes.. You can do wh— Hah— Whatever you want with my,my body..” Bakugou groans, delighted with your obedience.
“Is that right?” He chuckles, “ Gonna let me breed you? Gonna let me fuck the shit out of you and knock you up?” A deep guttural moan leaves his lips at the feeling of your walls tightening around him. “You like that? You like the idea of giving me some little brats?”
You give him a shakey ‘fuck yes’ before slowing down. The weight of your body drags you down as you sloppily attempt to drags yourself up and down. Bakugou can feel your leg quiver. He unsheathes himself from your aching cunt.
Your hands find their way around his wrist as his hand comes around your throat. You look at him with hooded eyes, whimpering as he presses softly against your throat before pressing his lips against yours. He nips at the bottom of your lip before pushing his tongue through. You moan under the pressure of his tongue poking and prodding at your mouth. Once the two of you separate, a thin line of saliva connects the two of your before it dissolves into nothing. Your eyes are lidded and hazy when he searches for your reaction.
The hand on your throat slides up your throat. He slips his thumb through your lips. You take this as a sign to open your mouth. Your pink tongue peaking past your lip. Bakugou feels his cock ache as you innocently look at him. Your eyes rounded and expecting, willing to do anything for her king. He praises you with a quiet ‘good girl’ before shooting a white glob of spit onto your tongue. You happily trap your mouth shut. He can feel the your throat moves as you swallow.
When you open your mouth back up, the spit is out of sight. His eyes rolls to the back of his head as he groans.
“Fuck, you’re so fucking nasty.”
You’re dizzy when he flips you over and lays you on his chair. Your neck being forced to crane up because of the back of your chair. Bakugou towers over you as he pulls your legs apart with his hands on your knees. His cock slaps against your stomach, showcasing how deep it going to go.
The man in front of you stands back with his cock in hand. A wicked smile stretches across his face as he slaps the pink mushroom head onto your cunt.
“Beg for it.”
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Seals of the Lost - Chapter I
Summary: You and Henry cross paths, and the truth behind the disc Henry has is revealed.
Pairing: Henry Cavill/Reader
Word Count: 8,080
Warning: PG - RPF, Language, Magic, Stalking, Deception, Death, Light Bullying
Inspiration: This comes from several sources. XD
Author's Note: Thanks to @wondersofdreaming for her wonderous Beta skills and helping me world build and world out my idea for this story!
Tag List Blog: @viking-raider-taglist
After nearly a week of searching for information on the disc that came in the box his mother sent him, Henry finally found someone in central London, with a doctorate's degree in archaeology, that could potentially shed some light on what it was, and drove out to meet them.
“Mr. Cavill?” The archaeologist asked, coming out of his office.
“Yes.” Henry replied, politely extending his hand.
“I'm Dr. Rick O'Connell II.” He introduced himself, shaking Henry's hand. “It's a pleasure to meet you.”
“Likewise.” Henry nodded, smiling softly.
“Your message said, you had a strange little artifact in your possession and would like to learn anything you could about it.” Dr. O'Connell said, showing Henry into his spacious and bright office.
“Yes, sir. I do.”
Henry confirmed, his eyes going to the glass cases, picture frames and artifacts hanging around Dr. O'Connell's office. The small spark inside of Henry that had once wanted to be an Egyptologist and Historian, before becoming an actor, flared to life as he approached one of the tall glass display cases, filled with artifacts from Egypt and a few that looked to be from Asia; one of which was a pale stone and gold jar with the head of Anubis.
“Beautiful, isn't it?” Dr. O'Connell smiled, seeing Henry had been drawn to it, many people often were. “My grandparents were on the expedition that uncovered them.” He commented, stopping beside Henry.
“Seriously?” Henry replied, shaking his head and blinked at Dr. O'Connell with surprise.
“Yes.” Dr. O'Connell nodded, proudly. “My father, Alex, named me after my grandfather. My grandparents met shortly before the expedition and fell in love during it, married, and had him. They made a life of it and these are some of the artifacts from their expeditions together.”
“The others are from yours?” Henry asked, moving to another case.
“Yes, they are.”
Henry stared at the other objects for a moment longer, before turning towards him. “I'm sorry, I came here to talk to you about my object and I'm busy gawking at yours, like a schoolboy on a field trip.” He chuckled and blushed, quite abashed.
“It's quite all right.” Dr. O'Connell laughed, motioning towards a chair in front of his desk, before taking his own behind it. “So, let's take a look at what you have, Mr. Cavill.” He said, holding his hand out over his desk.
“Yes, right.” Henry nodded, taking the disc out of the protective pouch he had put it in and handed it over to him.
Dr. O'Connell frowned at the disc, turning it over in his hands as he observed it. “Well, I can tell you it's made of granite.” He said, pulling open a drawer in his desk to remove a small tape measure, then set the disc on his desk and took measurements of it. “Thirteen centimeters by thirteen centimeters.” He stood up next and crossed the room and gently laid the disc on a padded scale.
“And just under a kilogram in weight.” He returned to his desk and sat down, pulling out a magnifying glass next. “This symbol is quite strange.” He commented, holding the magnifying glass up to it.
“I was thinking the same thing.” Henry agreed with him, biting his lip as he watched him examine the disc. “It looks like some strange lizard.” He commented on it.
“Yes, a lizard.” Dr. O'Connell agreed, looking up from the magnifying glass and disc, in thought. “A dragon.” He nodded, looking back down at it. “A dragon's head, breathing out fire.”
“Does that mean something?” Henry asked, licking his lips and feeling his heart start to pound.
Dr. O'Connell set the disc and magnifying glass down. “There's this ghost story you hear, if you're in my line of work long enough, especially if you're out in the field digging around. My dad told it to me once, when I was a lad.” He started to explain to Henry, leaning back in his chair and staring out the large wall of windows to their left, with the muffle of traffic coming through from below.
“There used to be this group of people, an ancient civilization, that believed, heavily, in Dragons. It was said they were real-”
“The people or the Dragons?” Henry asked, lifting a brow at him.
“Both.” Dr. O'Connell chuckled at him. “As I was saying, they were real, and these people and Dragons lived together, as one. They supposedly did everything together and held highly sacred bonds to one another, giving the people powers, the ability to do magic, long life and many other things.”
“But, their main task, they kept the world at peace.”
“So, what happened to them?” Henry asked, shaking his head, not completely believing him, but enthralled by the story nonetheless.
“No one knows.” Dr. O'Connell shrugged. “There are theories. But, very few things have ever been found about them. I could fill a shoe box with what's been found on them. Most of what we know has been a story from an odd book or scroll, mythology or lore from some culture all across the world, pieced together. A few dusty unexplained bones that some scholar, archaeologist or theorist thinks belong with them.”
“Do you think this has to do with them?” Henry frowned, his brow pinched in conflict.
Dr. O'Connell rubbed his face, twisting back and forth in his chair, and stared at the disc. “I'm not sure.” He replied, honestly. “But, something in my gut tells me otherwise.” He admitted, letting out a huff of air.
“Is it all right if I take some photos of it, Mr. Cavill?” He asked, lifting a brow at him.
“Of course, anything to help you identify what it is.” Henry nodded, eagerly.
Dr. O'Connell removed his mobile from his pocket and snapped several photos of the disc. “I'll contact some of my colleagues and send them the photos, see what they have to say about the artifact and what we can find out about it.” He said, picking it up and holding it out to Henry. “Once, and if,” He laughed, smiling. “we come to a conclusion on what it is, or isn't, I'll give you a ring and tell you.”
“I would really appreciate it.” Henry replied, taking the disc and tucking it back into its little pouch, before standing up and extending his hand out to Dr. O'Connell again. “Thank you.” He smiled, squeezing his hand.
“Have a good day, Mr. Cavill.” Dr. O'Connell smiled back.
“You as well.” Henry replied, before parting ways with him.
Dr. O'Connell moved over to his windows and watched the street below, chewing on his bottom lip until he saw Henry appear in the crowded sidewalk and turn down the street towards the parking garage he had parked his car in, then turned back towards his desk, grabbing his coat off the back of his chair.
“Molly, I'm going out.” He called out to his secretary, rushing down the hall towards the elevators.
Riding the lift down to the main floor, O'Connell rushed onto the street and the opposite way Henry had gone, frantically dialing a number on his mobile, before pressing it to his ear. “It's Rick O'Connell.” He said, when the line picked up. “You told me to call you, if I ever found anything that looked Dragonic.”
“Have you?” A raspy, deep voice replied on the other end of the line.
Dr. O'Connell pulled his mobile away from his ear and sent the connected number the photos he took of Henry's disc, then put the phone back to his ear. “I'm pretty sure.” He replied, out of breath.
“Do you have it with you?”
“No. I wasn't sure if it was the real thing or not. So, I let the guy that brought it to me, take it back with him.” He explained, getting a sick feeling in his stomach, stopped in his tracks and turned around, but didn't see anything behind him, but Londoners going about their daily business. “I can contact him and get it back, if you like?”
“That's not necessary, Dr. O'Connell.” The voice replied, their tone never changing. “Just give me their name and I'll take care of the rest.”
“His name is Henry Cavill.” Dr. O'Connell informed the voice, before the line went dead.
The air in the small meadow was cool and shaded by the clustered ring of trees that surrounded it, as a soft breeze stirred the short stemmed wild flowers in the tall grass, before a shimmering blue light glowed softly in the center of it, and a moment later, with a small rush, you stepped through and the glow dissipated.
You sighed, rubbing the glowing mark on your forearm, before pulling your sleeve down to cover it. A bark filled the air, before a massive black and white dog came tearing into the meadow through the trees and right up to you, his long pink tongue hanging out the side of his mouth.
“Hey, there.” You smiled at him, as he barked several times and ran several circles around you. “You're a playful, little guy.” You chuckled at him, bending over to pet him as he came up to you, but turned sharply and ran off again. “Oh, you faked me out.” You roared, thoroughly amused by the dog's antics.
“Kal!” A deep voice shouted through the trees in the direction the dog had come from.
“Is that your name?” You asked, turning to see the dog busy going number two. “Kal.”
“Oh, hello.”
You looked away from Kal and faced the owner of the voice. “Hi, I'm guessing this is your dog.” You said to him, motioning behind you.
“Yeah. Kal, are you bothering this nice lady.” He asked the pup, a feeling of shy apprehension in his chest as you looked him over, waiting for your brain to click and realize who he was and start freaking out, asking for a photo and autograph from him.
“Oh, not at all.” You replied, chuckling as Kal ran up to you again, actually letting you pat him on the head this time, before dashing over to his owner.
“I'm Henry, by the way.” He introduced himself, with a sweet smile, realizing you either didn't recognize who he was or you were being polite enough not to freak out on him.
“Pleasure to meet you, Henry.” You replied, offering him your own name.
“I don't think I've seen you around before.” Henry commented, tilting his head at you. “Then again, I have just moved in a couple of months ago.” He blushed, biting the corner of his lip.
You chuckled at him, brushing your fingers through your hair. “I live just across the way.” You said, pointing in the opposite direction of the trees. “Welcome to the neighborhood.” You greeted him.
“Thanks.” Henry smiled at you, leaning down to rub Kal's ears. “What are you doing out here?” He asked, motioning around the meadow.
“Oh.” You blinked around the meadow, grasping for a reason. “I went to the little park that's nearby and dropped my house keys.” You grinned, giving off the vibe that you felt like a complete idiot for your mistake. “I've come looking for them, when I ran into your adorable pooch.” You said, looking at Kal.
“Do you need any help looking for them?” Henry offered, politely.
“I would hate to put you out.” You said, shaking your head at him, gulping.
“It's no issue at all.” He replied, shaking his head back at you. “It's not like I'm not going back that way.” He chuckled, tilting his body in that direction.
“Shit.” You mumbled under your breath, then flexed your fingers at your side, like a wave, and the mark on your forearm warmed. “I suppose an extra pair of eyes would make the task go faster.” You giggled, biting your lip and berating yourself for not being more careful.
“Never hurts.” Henry grinned at you, laughing as Kal jumped up on him, putting Henry's forearm gently in his mouth and tried to pull him down. “Come on now, Bear. Let's help find her keys.” He said to him, wrangling his arm out of Kal's mouth and corralled him through the trees, where there was a small dirt path that edged around the ring of trees and his property.
“So, where did you move here from?” You asked, eyes glued to the ground in your key search.
“London.” Henry replied, his own eyes searching the tall grass at the edges of the path. “So much of my life is busy, fast paced and noisy, I just wanted a nice and quiet place, where I could go, that was relatively secluded, so I could relax and decompress.”
“I can understand that.” You nodded, licking your lips and glancing over at him. “There's something about having your own little world. A place to yourself, so you can be yourself, without the worry of others judging you and disrupting your peace.”
Henry paused and looked over at you, dumbfounded that you had nailed precisely how he felt about why he moved out of London and into the English countryside. “Exactly.” He replied softly, blinking and licking his lips, his heart pounding.
“Ah-ha!” You exclaimed, seeing the glint of sunlight on the silver ring key ring and hooked your finger through it. “Found them.” You grinned at Henry, holding them up for him to see. “Thanks for helping me.”
“No problem.” He smiled back at you, even though it didn't quite meet his blue eyes. “Um,” He bit his lip and glanced over his shoulder. “Would you like a cup of coffee or maybe some tea?” He asked, looking back at you, with a brow lifted in hope.
“I just live right there.” He said, pointing a thumb to the two story house behind him.
You looked between Henry to his house, then glanced down as Kal barked and bumped into your legs, like he was begging you to take his owner's invitation. Letting out a soft chuckle, you reached down and scratched Kal's back, making his back leg go wild.
“Sure, a cup of tea sounds nice.” You replied, looking up at Henry, kindly.
“Cool.” Henry grinned, relieved and excited.
The pair of you crossed his backyard and stepped onto his patio, before Henry politely excused himself and rushed through the sliding glass door into his house, leaving Kal to entertain you for several minutes, while he threw together a cup of coffee for himself and a mug of tea for you. He brought them out, setting down a little thing of sugar and creamer, unsure how you took your tea, before the two of you sat down at the little patio table he had set up out there.
“So, how long have you lived in the neighborhood?” He asked, sipping his coffee and lifted his brows at you.
“Not long.” You replied, holding your warm cup in your hands and giggled as Kal frantically dug a hole a short distance away. “A little more than a year.” You explained, taking a gulp of your tea, turning your eyes back to Henry.
“City life is not for you either?” Henry laughed, setting his coffee cup down on the patio table.
“I try to avoid it as much as possible.” You grinned at him, your eyes guarded.
“You're not from around here, are you?” He asked, tilting his head at you, brow drawn together. “Your accent is nothing I've ever heard before.” He commented, he had been trying to place it since encountering you in the meadow.
“No, I'm not.” You shook your head at him, shyly dropping your eyes to your teacup. “My family are kind of like gypsies. They travel around Europe a lot, living their own life, on their own terms. So, I've picked up bits and pieces growing up and it sorta mashed into an accent that doesn't really belong to a specific place.” You laughed, shaking your head.
“People always try guessing where I'm originally from with it, but never get it right.” You added, amused.
“So, what made you settle in England?”
You shrugged your shoulders at him, then smiled as Kal trotted over to you, dropping a filthy tennis ball into your lap. “I wanted to put down roots.” You replied, taking up the ball and tossed it for Kal.
“Plus, I got a good job here.”
“What do you do?”
“Mainly, I'm a dog walker.” You replied, taking the ball Kal brought back to you. “But, I do some dog sitting on the side as well.” You told Henry, throwing the ball for him again.
“That explains a bit of why Kal likes you so much.” Henry commented, watching Kal's mad dash for the neon yellow ball across the yard. “He usually doesn't bring his favorite ball to people he's just met.” He explained, watching Kal charge back towards you with the dirt and slobber covered ball in his mouth.
“I've always had an affinity with animals.” You smiled, gently wrestling the ball out of his mouth and giving another throw, a bit further this time, then shivered.
“Are you all right?” Henry frowned at you, seeing the soft tremor rock your body. “Are you cold?” He asked, it was a bit brisk outside.
“No, I'm fine.” You chuckled, sitting your almost empty cup down on the table in front of you and stood. “I should really be going. I have some work I need to be doing.”
“Oh.” Henry replied, saddened, and stood with you. “I shouldn't have kept you so long, I'm so sorry.”
“It's quite all right, Henry.” You assured him with a soft smile. “It was a pleasure meeting you both.” You told him and Kal as he returned. “And, thank you for helping me find my keys.”
“Of course.” He nodded, forcing a smile. “The pleasure is all mine.”
“See you, Kal.” You smiled at the Akita patting him on the head, then nodded to Henry and started back off towards the meadow.
You were just inside the ring of trees and about to roll up the sleeve of your shirt, when you heard feet on the path behind you, then the sound of Henry calling out your name, and yanked your sleeve down and turned around to see what it was he wanted.
“Are you all right?” You asked, lifting your brows at him.
“Yeah, yeah.” He nodded, a little out of breath from running after you. “I was wondering, if you weren't busy and didn't mind, since he seemed to have really taken to you and everything.” He babbled on. “If you could take Kal on a walk for me, tomorrow?” He asked, biting the corner of his lip with shy uncertainty. “I have a bunch of work meetings I have to make and I don't want him to just get stuck around the house or digging even more holes around the property.” He explained to you.
You grinned at him, touched. “Sure, I'd love to.” You agreed, filling him with relief. “Do you have a specific time you would like me to come?”
“Um,” Henry frowned, his brow pinched as he looked at his smartwatch. “The main bulk of them are around noon. So, any time between then and one, if that works for you?” He said, looking back up at you.
“That'll work out fine.” You nodded, smiling.
“Excellent.” Henry grinned, his face lit up with excitement. “Just come round and knock.”
“Will do.” You assured him, amused that you could easily read his face and eyes. “I'll see you tomorrow, Henry.” You chuckled and turned on your heels and continued on into the meadow.
“I can't wait.” Henry replied after you, giddy and nervous.
You continued on through the meadow, unsure if Henry would still be standing in the ring of trees watching you walk in the direction you had told him you lived in. All you needed was for him to see through your ruse. So, you stepped into the furthest set of trees, glancing around to make sure no one was around to witness or stumble upon you leaving. Seeing the coast was clear, you yanked up your sleeve, rubbing the mark on your forearm with the heel of your palm and took a deep breath, closing your eyes.
“Open the way and return me home, Occam.” You called out through an invisible bond that connected you to your true home, like an umbilical cord between a mother and her babe.
The glitter of blue light illuminated the cluster of trees and brush around you, like it had in the middle of the meadow not an hour before, and taking another deep breath, you stepped through it and let it close behind you.
“Did you get it?”
You sighed and rubbed your face. “No, I didn't get it.” You replied, looking at your father. “I ran into an unseen issue.”
“And what issue was that?”
“The guy that has it.” You answered, rubbing the back of your neck.
Your father's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets at your words. “He caught you in his home?”
“Thankfully, no.” You chuckled, patting him on the chest and walked by him. “I crossed through the pocket door, where we suggested I make it.” You explained as the both of you walked towards home. “But, no soon after I arrived, so did his dog. He's adorable too.” You quipped, smiling at the image of Kal in your mind. “He looks like a black and white bear, with a long curly tail!”
“Oh, if I could have brought him home with me-”
“Sweetheart.” Your father snorted, amused and patted you gently on the back. “I'd have to build a whole new world for all the animals you keep wanting to bring back with you.” He laughed, shaking his head at you.
“Tell me what happened.” He gently pressed you back onto the subject.
“Right.” You laughed, shyly. “Well, his dog showed up and he came after him.”
“You're sure it's the same man?”
“I am.” You nodded, heaving a tired sigh. “I saw him outside of that archaeologist's office yesterday morning.”
“Master Simperwill, we've gotten intel on a possible subject.”
Darius looked up from his desk. “A possible subject for what, Vena?” He replied, lifting a brow at her.
“Serpents.” Vena answered him. “An agent in the field, who's been tracking a known Serpent, Tate Forester, followed him to an office in London, England.”
“What kind of office, exactly?” Darius questioned her, his interest peaking.
“From what my agent gathered, he's an archaeologist with a doctorate's degree in the field.” Vena read off a tablet she was holding in her hand. “His knowledge is quite extensive as well, coming from a long line of archaeologists, explorers and historians. It seems he might even know some things about our culture.” She said, glancing up at her boss.
Darius leaned back in his chair and drummed his fingers against his thigh. “Do we know why this Forester went to see the archaeologist?” He asked her, troubled.
“No, he lost track of Forester when he went inside the archaeologist's office.” Vena shook her head.
“What's this archaeologist's name?”
“Um...” Vena flipped through several of the papers clipped to her tablet. “Dr. Richard O'Connell.”
Darius let out a heavy breath and ran a hand through his graying hair. “We'll need someone to go and investigate this Dr. O'Connell to find out what it is the Serpents want with him and what he knows about us.”
“I can get one of my agents on it right away, Sir.” Vena nodded at him, turning towards the door.
“No.” Darius replied, shaking his head, having already made up his mind.
“Sir?” She frowned, turning back to him.
“Have my daughter come to my office.” He told her, nodding his head. “Yes, have her come see me.”
“Right away.” Vena nodded back at him, finally leaving his office.
A knock sounded on Darius's door several minutes later. “Come in!”
“You asked for me?” You said, stepping into his office.
“I did.” Darius replied, grinning lovingly at you. “I have something I need you to do.”
“All right.” You nodded and approached his desk, plopping down in a chair in front of it. “What's on your mind?”
“I need you to go into the base world and learn what you can about an archaeologist, Dr. Richard O'Connell. Follow him and learn whatever you can from him.” Darius explained to you.
You blinked at your father, then shook your head at him. “Why?” You asked, frowning.
“Vena thinks he has dealings with the Order of the Serpents.” He replied, biting his lip, worriedly.
“You think a human is in league with the Order of the Serpents?” You echoed, leaning forward in your seat.
“I don't necessarily believe the Doctor is in league with them, but I'm sure they're using humans for their own means.” Darius sighed, rubbing at his eyes. “We need to know what they're using the human for. That's where you come in, daughter.” He explained to you, dropping his hand and looking over at you.
“You're the only one I trust to do it and who knows so much about the Serpents and the base world.”
You rubbed a hand over your face, holding your father's eyes. It was true, you knew a great deal about the Order of the Serpents and the base world, and not from sitting around your people's sanctuary world of Moros reading about them; though you have done your fair share of reading about them. A great deal of your knowledge about your people's enemy came from running into them, while in the human world, or what Morosians called it, the base world. Your job in Moros was keeping them safe, doing recon work in the base world and making sure the Serpents didn't find a way into Moros.
While it was assumed that Alaric had collapsed the world cave on all of Christos's followers the day Darius led the refugees through the door that Marcus, Coda and Ian had opened and closed behind them, before separating, scattering for the safety of the Seals they carried with them.
One man had actually survived, and would go on to create what would become the Order of the Serpents.
Knox Steelmane was ordered to be one of the four to stand by the mouth of the world cave to await Alaric Saintwatcher's arrival. He bounced from foot to foot beside his creature, Kayda, his bladder screaming, as they waited in the brisk air.
“Going to piss yourself, Knox?” One of the other Riders teased him, digging his elbow sharply in Knox's side, with a hearty laugh.
“Go to hell, Jonas.” Knox grumbled back, shoving at the older man away.
“Seems like you're already in it.” One of the other Riders ribbed him, grinning.
“Look!” Jonas yelled out, pointing to the skies overhead.
The group looked to where he was pointing and saw Alaric and Tila making their descent toward them and the mouth of the world cave. They clustered around Alaric and his creature after they landed and approached, closely following them inside.
“Where are the rest of your brats?” Christos's voice echoed over to Alaric.
Knox listened to Christos and Alaric bicker back and forth with each other, still fidgeting and trying to ignore the fact he still had to piss. But, it quickly became clear to him that he couldn't hold it any longer or he would be peeing his britches. So, pretending to look at something behind his creature, Knox sneaked outside, quickly rushing behind the nearest tree, pulling open the strings at the front of his trousers and started relieving himself. He was mid-stream when he felt the first tremor rock the ground, making him stumble and stagger on his feet, urine getting on his boots.
“What the hell was that?” He snapped, fumbling to quickly retie the strings of his pants, as another shock wave rocked the earth beneath his feet.
Abandoning the rest of ties to his pants, Knox tripped and fumbled back towards the world cave his companions and leader were still in. But, as he rounded the corner of a tall rock formation, sprinting down the path to the cave, he heard the screams of his friends and the creatures inside, he was forced to skid to a halt as the entrance collapsed, blocking his only way inside.
“No, no no!” He screamed, rushing up to the dusty rubble, tossing what he could lift out of the way, desperate to get back inside. “Kayda!” He screamed for his creature, feeling her terror and injury through their bond, like it was his own agony. “Jonas! Christos! Kayda!” He wailed, still tearing at the rocks blocking the entrance, cutting and hurting his hands on the jagged granite rocks.
“No.” He whimpered, dropping to his knees and slumping against the landslide, tears streaking through the dirt and dust covering his face, sobbing as he felt the painful flickering of Kayda's life force inside of him. “Don't go.” He begged her dwindling life, clawing at the dirt and rock around him, as if he could keep Kayda alive by sheer will.
“Please, don't go.” He whimpered. “I need you.” He sniveled, but felt the last thread of Kayda's life break and fade.
Knox dropped his head back and let out an agonizing, heart wrenching howl, his eyes glowing the moss green of Kayda's scales. Taking a few moments, Knox dragged himself onto his feet, his arms limp at his sides, but his shoulders were stiff with grief and anger, as was his dusty and tear-stained face.
A dark hatred encrusted Knox's heart that day, he vowed to make those that had followed Alaric and opposed Christos pay for killing them, turning Christos into a martyr and championed his cause. He drudged through the roads to the sanctuary Alaric and the others had stayed in, while the two sides battled. But, when he reached the gates, he found no guards, no one alerted to his presence and reacting to it.
Suspicious and careful, in case it was another ambush, Knox moved around the tall, stone wall of the building; he didn't see a single living soul, not a single Rider or Creature in sight. He made it to the south gate and found it ajar, his suspicion growing as he approached. Closing his hand around the pummel of his sword and slipping through the open gap, Knox pulled his sword, gripping it tight, as his eyes scanned the stone and wooden structures, the worn leather soles of boots squelching as he moved slowly through the ankle deep muddy pathways, but the only things that stirred were things blown by the wind. Lowering his sword, Knox let out a roar of anger, kicking a wooden crate and sending it flying across the street, then staked his sword in the mud.
“Where could they have all gone?” He huffed, pacing in his agitation.
Yanking his sword out of the ground and sheathing it on his hip again, he began picking his way through the buildings, looking for any clues to the group's whereabouts, when he found the war room Alaric, Darius and Marcus had been using during the conflicts, finding the maps and open books they had been referencing and studying before they put their plan into motion to stop Christos and take everyone to safety through the door into the new world.
Leaning over the table, Knox picked up one of the books and lifted a brow at the page it had been left on.
“Edward William's Theory.” He read at the top of the page, blindly pulling out a chair and sitting down as he read the material. “They can't possibly think this could work.” He huffed, tossing the book back onto the table, leaning forward to look at the maps, drumming his fingers on the table as he studied them. “But, where could they have gone, without people noticing that many Riders and creatures were on the move.” He reasoned with himself, reaching out to take up the book again, tapping his finger against the page.
Hell bent on finding out where the others went, Knox gathered every scrap of material that was on the table, every book, map and sheet of paper, whether they had connection to their plans or not. He studied them in and out and became convinced they had managed to replicate the theory. So sure of it, Knox created his own group of followers, the Order of the Serpents, to keep Christos plan alive to grant rightful control over the Riders and creatures, to rule over the world, as they felt they should.
But, first, Knox and his group of Serpents needed to discover where Marcus, Ian and Coda had vanished to with the three Seals that would open the door to Moros, and they had spent the last few centuries trying to track them down.
To no avail, until, a fated phone call from a certain archaeologist.
“All right, I'll leave right away, then.” You sighed, nodding your head at your father.
“Excellent.” Darius nodded back at you. “Try to stay out of trouble, hm?” He grinned at you, a mischievous spark in his eyes.
“Who, me?” You grinned back at him, a similar sparkle in your own eyes. “Always.” You chuckled, standing. “I'm as troublesome as a church mouse.”
“Of course you are.” He echoed, huffing with amusement. “Now, I want you to go and see Vena, she has a majority of the details on the subject and she can suggest a place for you to pocket into.” He instructed you.
“Will do, papa.” You nodded, heading for the door.
“I want you back, as soon as you find out anything!” He added, calling out after you.
You made a motion with your hand, signaling to him that you heard what he said, before finding your way to Vena's office down the way. “My father said you have the details for my mission into the base world.” You said, lifting a brow at her.
“Yes.” Vena nodded, looking up from a map. “I was just looking for a place you could pocket into.” She explained, looking back down at the map, which you recognized as a map of London. “The archaeologist's office is just here.” She said, sticking a pin near the central part of London.
“I've been to several places around that area.” You commented, leaning over the map and narrowing your eyes at it. “I've created a pocket door into an establishment that's just here, more than once.” You explained, taking up a pin and poking it into the map several streets down from Dr. O'Connell's office.
“It's a big box store of theirs, they never notice me coming in and out of it.”
“Great.” Vena smiled up at you. “Then, that can be your point of entry and exit.”
“Is there anything else I need to know about this guy?” You asked, studying her.
“The archaeologist or the Serpent?” She asked, lifting a brow at you.
“Either? Both?” You replied, shaking your head.
“Well, the Archaeologist is one Richard O'Connell, he's quite distinguished in his occupation, as are several in his family. He doesn't seem to have any criminal or nefarious deeds and background that I or my agents could find.” Vena answered, shuffling papers around. “As for Tate Forester, the Serpent, his record is extensive. He has several arrests, some for theft, breaking and entering and assault. He's even done time.”
“So, he's a nasty one.”
“I've dealt with worse.” You commented, offhandedly, then glanced at one of the two clocks on Vena's wall. “It's almost seven am in the base world, I should get going.” You said, making a few calculations in your head.
“Yes, you should.” Vena nodded, biting her lip.
“Right.” You nodded back at her, smiling softly. “I'll see you later, Vena.” You chuckled, seeing yourself out of her office, then went to the house you lived in and changed into an outfit that would allow you to blend in with the humans, and a small backpack of items you might need. “Hey, Occam.” You smiled, stepping outside and happily greeting your creature as he landed before you.
“I've got some business to do in the base world.” You told him, stroking his snout. “I shouldn't be gone for too long.” You said, opening the bond between the pair of you. “You behave and don't go bullying Mundu, while I'm gone either.” You added, smirking at his huff and the rattle of his scales as he shook his mighty head at you.
“All right, Occam, let's open a portal.”
You pulled up the sleeve of the hoodie you were wearing and pressed your palm to his head, both your and Occam's eyes closing, feeling the warm tingle of your shared magic undulating between you. A gentle breeze stirred around the two of you, the mark on your forearm grew warm and glowed as the bright blue pocket door opened beside you. Patting Occam, you turned and stepped through the portal, then with a rush and a pop in your ears, you found yourself in a cramped dressing cubicle with mounted full-length mirrors on three sides and discarded clothes and hangers strewn about.
Turning, you opened the latch to the door and stepped out of the changing room, pausing for a moment to watch the oblivious shoppers, pushing their carts, stopping at racks of clothing or purchasing their items. Sighing, you slipped into the flow of the crowd and out the front doors to the street, taking a moment to orient yourself and headed in the direction of O'Connell's office.
You looked up at the tall office building and headed inside, checking the nameplates for what floor the archaeologist was on, then bypassed the lifts, having no trust in them, and took the several flights of stairs to the third floor. Coming out on the floor, you glance around, finding a young blonde woman sitting behind a desk, flipping through a magazine, seemingly unaware of your presence, as you approach her, forcing you to clear your throat twice to get her attention.
“Can I help you?” She asked, sticking her nose up at you with extreme distaste.
“Is Mr. O'Connell in?” You asked, narrowing your eyes back at her.
“No, he is not.” She huffed, picking her magazine back up. “He won't be in for at least three hours. He's teaching a two-hour class in Oxford's School of Archaeology this morning at six am, then it's an almost hour and a half train ride back here to London for him.”
You looked up at the clock on the wall above her head, it was just past seven, meaning you had hours before O'Connell showed back up at his office for regular work. “Thanks.” You sighed, but she was already absorbed in her magazine again.
Making your way back downstairs, you popped back out onto the street and turned left, following the flow of foot traffic and shops down to the local Starbucks, to order yourself a tall, blended Caramel Ribbon Crunch Frappuccino with whip cream, paying for it with the money you made from a few business dealings you had done, using your skill for tracking and finding people to your advantage in the base world, since Moros didn't have any money or currency. They shared, grew or created what they needed to survive and thrive. It enabled you to have real human money in your pocket, so you could buy things, like coffee from the famous Starbucks, you had seen countless humans carrying around with them, or to buy something to eat, even bring things back to Moros, even different clothes and books. Many types of technology from the base world didn't work in Moros, so you never bothered buying a mobile phone or a laptop.
Though, you had always yearned for one.
Having your coffee in hand, you went back to O'Connell's office building, opting to sit in the building's lobby to wait for his return. Putting your backpack on the floor between your feet and pulling out the novel you had been reading, you slowly sipped on your drink as you thumbed through it; killing the time until Dr. O'Connell arrived from Oxford to his office.
Your coffee was gone and your leg and butt-cheek were starting to fall asleep by the time the door to the building opened, admitting a group of four people, two men and two women. You lifted a brow at them, but kept your eyes on your book, not wanting to draw attention to yourself.
“Your lecture was amazing, Dr. O'Connell.” One of the women commented as the group approached the lifts.
You lifted your eyes, watching the two males, to see which of them answered.
“Thank you, Kimmy.” The taller of the two men, with graying blond hair and a pudgy middle replied, smiling at her and pressing the button for the third floor.
You shifted in your seat, watching the group pile into the lift and ride it up. Now that you knew what the good archaeologist looked like, it made your job of tracking him a lot easier. A few minutes later the two girls and the guy came back down in the lift, chatting and holding a copy of a book with O'Connell's face on the back of it; no doubt something written on his career and life. Watching them go out the door, you got up and used the bathroom that was in the lobby, before coming back out and took your seat again, intent on waiting there until O'Connell left for either his lunch break or to go home.
An hour later, the ding for the lift doors echoed through the lobby, catching your attention, as a tall, dark and curly haired man stepped out of them. He was handsome, for sure, but that wasn't the tingle that drew you to him as he walked by you, towards the front doors. There was something about him that called out to you, that made you want to stand up and follow him out of the building, to wherever it was he was going; and you didn't understand why. But, as soon as he was out of the building and you could no longer see him, the tingle flowing in your spine vanished, leaving you dizzy and lightheaded.
It wasn't five minutes later that Dr. O'Connell came flying through the lobby, his long coat billowing behind him as he yanked his mobile out of his pocket, frantically dialing a number on it. You waited a moment for him to get out onto the street, before stuffing your book back into your backpack and got up, swinging it onto your back, slipping your arms through the straps, and looking left and right, before catching sight of him and dashing in that direction.
You kept at a reasonable distance from Dr. O'Connell, but still close enough to hear him speaking to whoever it was he called.
“It's Rick O'Connell.” He was saying, walking quickly in his agitation. “You told me to call you, if I ever found anything that looked like Dragonic.”
“Dragonic.” You mumbled to yourself, frowning.
“I'm pretty sure.” Dr. O'Connell was explaining to his caller. “No. I wasn't sure if it was the real thing or not. So, I let the guy that brought it to me, take it back with him.” He said, suddenly stopping and turning around, but you casually walked by him, as if nothing was amiss. “I can contact him and get it back, if you like?” He said, frowning to himself and started walking again.
“It was a disc shaped object, with a dragon on it.” He described the object he had called them about. “A man brought it to me, his name is Henry Cavill.”
Your ears perked up at the name and the description of the object. Biting your lip, you picked your pace and headed back towards the department store you had used to enter the base world, sneaking back into the same dressing room and opened a pocket door back to Moros.
“Father!” You shouted, rushing into his office.
“I'm here, I'm here, daughter!” He called back, appearing. “What is it? What's happened? Are you all right?” He asked, looking you over, urgently.
“I'm well.” You assured him, out of breath. “I come with news.”
“Well, sit and catch your breath first, child.” He told you, ushering you to a seat and bringing you a warm cup of tea, with a splash of something stronger in it. “Now, tell me. What is it you've learned?” He asked, leaning back against his desk in front of you.
“I found the archaeologist in his office building, it was easy enough.” You told him, slowly sipping your tea and taking slow, deep breaths. “I had to wait some time for him to show up, he was doing work for one of the base world's schools. But, once he did arrive, it didn't take long for something to happen.” You explained to him.
“And, what did you find?”
“The man, a Henry Cavill, he said his name was...”
“You talked to these men?”
“No.” You shook your head at him. “I talked to only his secretary, to see if he was in. That's how I found out he was not in, at the time. But, Dr. O'Connell wasn't back in his office long after his teaching engagement, when he apparently had a client bring him something. I didn't see the meeting or the object. But, when I saw the man leaving, I felt oddly attracted to him and not because he was handsome either.” You chuckled, hiding your shy smirk in the rim of your cup.
Darius rolled his eyes at you. “The object, did they describe it?” He asked, crossing his arms over his chest and leaning forward.
“Dr. O'Connell left his office soon after the man, Mr. Cavill, left. He made a phone call to someone. Apparently, he's meant to call them, if he encounters anything, Dragonic, and described the object Mr. Cavill brought to him.”
“It was a round disc with a dragon on one side of it.”
Your father's face fell, his Adam's apple bobbing in his throat. “Dragons.” He whispered, pushing off his desk and began pacing his office.
“It's what they call our creatures.” You said, watching him. “Dragons.”
“Yes.” He nodded, stroking his bearded chin and pinched his bottom lip, as he brooded. “Did the archaeologist have the disc on him?”
“No.” You shook your head. “He said, Cavill still had it with him, because he wasn't sure if the object was the real thing or not.”
Darius turned back to you. “You said, when this Cavill was leaving, you were drawn to him, and not just because of his looks.”
“Yes, I wanted to follow him, to go with him. There was a tingle up my spine, like the feeling I get when I use my magic with Occam.” You explained to him, frowning and tilting your head at him.
“By the Order,” Your father gasped. “He's in possession of one of the Seals.”
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So I had a thought, a Baji thought. So, let's go highschool au no one died Besides K*saki of course
let's make this a fic real quick
'*•Kitty Initiation•*'
It's your first day at this new school your parents put you in.
"But, my friend at-"
"I know but, this school is better and you should have no problem making new ones."
You know sometimes you're parents get on your nerves but you don't wanna clap back because, obvious reasons. You come in early so can figure out you class without having to ask anyone, you walk in to your first class to find a long black haired student giving out cats as if they were drugs. Sorry couldn't help it. Find an empty seat and claim it as your own, hoping, PRAYING this isn't someone else seat. As students start to fill in you sigh in relief as no one is out for the seat you claim, but what you can't escape-
"As can see we have a new student with us."
Is that
"Would you like to come up here and introduce yourself?"
You want to say no but, you know that wasn't a question so you gather your nerves, get up, and walk to the front of the class. Before you could even get a word out, a boy with long black hair, piercing gray eyes and, sharp canines bursts into the room and sits down like nothing happened. You tell your name and vague details about yourself and sit down. As the teacher starts the lesson you hear whispering you look over and it's that black haired kid talking to a blonde with an undercut and blue eyes along with another black haired kid with blonde highlights, yellow eyes and some markings on his neck.
"Why were you late?"
"I found something."
the blonde kid and yellow eyed kid look and each other, almost a look of worry and joy.
Throughout out the class things seem normal but the first black haired kid was so lost the entire time, I kinda wanted to help him.
•*°*•TIME SKIP •*°*•
Because I'm a lazy POS
You've gone through the whole day without making a friend, kinda feels like a waste of time. You walk out of the school building and you see that same trio from before just, looking in the bushes. So out of curiosity you decided to take a small detour, your parents wouldn't mind hopefully. You walk over and peer down over their heads, it's a kitten but it's injured, a clipped ear and the scruff of it's neck was bleeding.
"I know a vet."
The moment those words left your mouth not only were all eyes on you, but now you were internally panicking.
"I mean I know where one is, I saw one on my way to school so-
"Well, what are you waiting for?"
All of them standing up with the gray eyed boy
"Lead the way"
The blonde continues. You turn around and walk the path you took there.
"There!"
You shout alerting the trio, making the four of you rush over get the cat checked out. The kitten is going to have to stay there for the better part of the week. So the four of you go to a corner store and get something to eat. 7 minutes + 5 minutes = 12 minutes... LATE!
"CRAP, I HAVE TO GET HOME!"
"WAIT, WHAT'S YOUR NAME!?"
The blonde boy yells, you yell your name at the top of your lungs while running off only to be meet with being chewed out by your parents.
•*°*•TIME SKIP •*°*•
The next day you walk your route and you see the trio from yesterday. The blonde addressed you and began to speak.
"I'm Chifuyu Matsuno."
Which started introductions, the second one to speak was the gray eyed boy.
"Baji Keisuke!"
He said loudly with a big smile bearing fangs and all, it was almost scary if it wasn't for the fact he had the personality of a playful puppy.
"Kazutora Hanemiya."
Lastly was the yellow eyed kid. Every time they saw you they'd invite you over until it became normal. They became the group of friends you'd hang out with every day, sometimes even afterschool Kazutora was always free but Chifuyu and Baji, not so much. As per usual you walk into class and to your desk, you set your things down and walk over to the trio.
"So, I've figured it out."
"There's no "figured it out" it was the only option."
Baji looks visibly upset and Kazutora is confused on why, He was just making a point. Sometimes you wonder how this trio stays together.
"What did you figure out?"
You cut in so Baji could make his statement.
"Who's gonna keep the kitten."
"Mhm....Who"
All three are staring at you waiting for you to-
"ME!? WHAT MAKES YOU THINK I CAN DO IT!?"
"You're the only who hasn't"
Chifuyu states
"Wha-"
"We all had to house a cat for this idiot"
Kazutora said motioning towards Baji who had the biggest smile slapped on his face while Chifuyu nodded in agreement.
Afterschool you and your friends go to your house and there's where you were proved wrong. Your parents allowed you to keep kitten surprisingly and your friends even stayed over a bit lonbger and talked about mostly all the stupid things Baji has done. Good times, Good times.
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I didn't intend for it to be this long, honestly I could have said you have to adopt a stray cat he has to be his friend and have someone else do this but I'm not very nice to myself. I like writing stories anyway. Also I got the first dose of the vaccine and my shoulder hurts like a bitch and now I'm hungry so Imma go look in the fridge FULL of food and say there's nothing to eat a end up eating marshmallows at 12:30 cus that's what time is for me. Have a nice life✌🏽
#tokyo revengers#tokyo manji gang#baji keisuke#baji scenarios#baji tokyo revengers#chifuyu matsuno#chifuyu imagines#tokyo revengers chifuyu#kazutora hanemiya#kazutora imagines#kazutora tokyo revengers#tokyo revengers manga#tokyo revengers imagines#tokyo revengers anime
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The Guy
Author’s Note: Hello my lovelies! I have to say, I love writing requests and taking part in Challenges. It helps me sharpen my skills! But, with the insane way the world is right now, I offered to participate in one... then lost the details. So, with my sincere appreciation for @lancsnerd ,who kindly sent me a reminder about my missing “assignment”, I present the following!
Summary/ Prompt: A quote of “He’s the guy” and my boy, Loki
Pairing: Female Reader x Loki
Warnings: Swearing, Implied Smut, Fluff, Soft Loki
“Are you gonna tell me what I want to know? Or… do we have to do this the hard way?” Gravel filled and low, the Winter Soldier had you pinned against the rough brick wall, his metal arm holding your wrists together.
“Ooph! Bucky! Get off!”
“Make me, princess!”
Kicking your legs free, you swung around Bucky, locking him in a bear hug from behind. Squeezing him with your thighs, your forearms wrapped around his strong neck, “Tap out, Buck!”
Wheezing, staggering back, Bucky tried spinning you around but even his metal arm was unable to grab you, “Never!”
Applying more pressure to his windpipe, you grunted, “Give me the win!”
“No way”, you felt his hard hand grip your thigh, breaking your hold. Suddenly you were untethered, above your feet was the ceiling of the gym, and then there was no breath in your lungs. Bucky had managed to flip you over and slam you down onto the waiting mat with reverberating force.
Gasping loudly, you curved up to meet Bucky’s waiting hand, “You alright, doll?”
Shaking your head, sitting up, “That was a dirty trick, Barnes. I had you and you know it.”
“Yea… but you still haven’t answered my question, so I couldn’t let you win.” Pulling you to your feet easily, Bucky threw his arms around you, his warm hug an easy way to make sure there would be no lasting damage from your sparring session.
“Why do you want to know so bad?” Lowering yourself to the workout bench, forearms resting on your knees, you kept a close watch on your sparring partner.
Tossing you a towel, Bucky grabbed both of your water bottles, sitting down on the mat in front of you. Wiping the sweat away from your forehead, slugging down the cool water, you kicked at the super soldier sitting criss cross applesauce. Leaning back, resting his weight on his arms stretched behind him, “Because... I worry about you. I want to make sure you’re safe… and I want to believe this guy is good enough for you.”
Considering his words, you snapped your bottle shut, nodding, “I get it, Bucky. I really do. I’m just… not ready to talk about it.”
Sensing your hesitation, Bucky patted your knee, “Just know that I’m here when you are ready. And if he fucks up, I’ll kill him.”
Laughing, you stood up with a groan, “Thanks, I’ll keep that in mind!”
At dinner that night, Steve knocked into your shoulder, “Hey kiddo.”
“Hey Stevie! How are you?”
“It’s spaghetti night, what more does a guy need?” It was an easy exchange, making you chuckle as he loaded a plate high with pasta and sauce before settling himself into the chair next to you.
Unfolding a napkin to lay over his trousers, “Bucky told me you’ve met someone?”
Flicking your eyes to the Winter Soldier, who all of the sudden was very interested in something Tony was saying, you munched on your garlic bread. Swallowing thickly and patting your mouth clean, you turned to Steve, “Oh, he did huh?”
“Yes… but he says you won’t give up this guy’s name?” Concern was present on your friend’s face. While you appreciated Steve's sentiment, it wasn't necessary, not entirely. You knew what you were doing and you didn't want to be talked out of it, even by your well intentioned friends.
"I don't know why everyone cares so much. He's a guy… I'm a girl… it's traditional and boring."
Swirling a fork through his saucy plate, lifting those dutiful blue eyes to yours, "So why the secrecy?"
Chewing, thoughtful, you considered Steve's question. It was valid. You were quick to acknowledge that, answering, "Um… because we're still in that love bubble. Ya know?"
Chiming in, Bucky curious now, "Love bubble? I don't know what that is… what does that mean? Love bubble?"
"It's that time in a new relationship when… um… it's like…" words failing, you desperately tried to give structure to your argument.
Interrupted by Loki, sulking at the end of the long table, "She doesn't want to share her paramore. Greedily, she wants to keep the pair in a love bubble. Separate and safe from any interference. Unpopped, if you will."
"Is that true? You don't want us to bug you?" Bucky's eyes widened at the thought.
Shrugging, you dug around for another meatball, "Kinda… Look, it's not that I don't love you, Buck. Or that I don't trust you, Steve. It's just… all of you can be a lot to deal with. And-" looking at the faces of each of your Avenger friends, "-my… guy… I really, really like him. I don't want to scare him away."
Admitting it out loud, that was taking a lot of your courage but you were being completely honest. This guy, he was just about perfect and you didn't want to blow that by bringing him around your overprotective people so soon. Natasha, the group's mama bear, smiled. "Seems reasonable to me. Give her some time, fellas… if he's half as great as she says, we'll like him well enough."
Steve, smiling a little in your direction, "I don't know who he is… but it seems like he makes you happy!"
Bucky, over protective, kept hounding you, "When will I get to meet him?"
"Soon, Buck. I promise."
"I wonder who it is… this man you care about so much that you're protecting him from us, your dearest friends!" It was Loki, musing from afar that made the observation, his sharp eyes on you.
"I told you-"
It was Tony’s turn to interrupt, loudly calling, “FRIDAY?”
“Yes, Mr. Stark?”
“Start a pool. Five dollar buy in, guesses on who this guy is… whoever has the winning answer gets the kitty!”
“Tony! Not cool! And, not necessary! You guys don’t really need to do this!” But your protests went unheard as chatter erupted and a round of bills were flung on the table.
Steve, murmuring to Bucky across the table, “What was that guy at the coffee shop? Cameron? Carson?”
Snapping his fingers, Bucky answered, “Carlton!”
“He’s my guess, Tony.”
“Shit, Steve. That’s not fair… but, ok. Ok, my guess is Matt. That guy from the pizza place who kept bringing extra chicken fingers for you! You’d never admit to a date with him!” Bucky, smug and pleased, sat back content with his detective work.
“Natasha? Thoughts?” Tony was typing away, his interface with FRIDAY recording all the back and forth, compiling the list of possible boyfriend candidates.
Tapping her lip, Nat watched you, “Hmm… Is it Warren? The kid from China Star who rode the Kawasaki and always wanted to take you for a ride?”
Clint leaned over you, grabbing a breadstick as he threw down a ten, “I want to put Charles, from the IT department on the list… and Juan, the recycling rep. Both of those guys follow you around like puppies and I could see you taking pity on at least one of them!”
“Nope. No way! She went out with Charles once already. He was the guy who ate her french fries at dinner. Big No-No!”
“Rhodes, how do you remember that shit? Fine, not Charles then. What about Frankie? The dude from the diner?” Clint asked the assembled team, looking for someone to back him up.
Mortified, hiding behind your hands, you grimaced. The list, it kept growing, and you could feel icy eyes of judgement lighting you up from across the room. You knew you’d have to answer questions later.
Jane, having joined Thor at the table, was getting caught up on your situation. Conspiring with her Norse God of a boyfriend, she chuckled, slapping a bill on the table with the announcement, “Our money is on Loki.”
Silence overtook the room. Everybody stared at the small, brunette scientist, evaluating if her suggestion was real or a joke. A guffaw broke out of you and quickly gathered steam, propelling you directly into a hiccup filled giggle fit. In a flash everyone joined in, the idea of you and Loki being together was at once so hilarious and unbelievable.
It was also diverting enough that the talk of your love life died completely. Grateful and satisfied, you finished dinner without any other questions, even offering to do the dishes. While you were scraping remnants into the compost bucket, you felt the room’s temperature drop, noticing that Loki had slid into the room, "Love bubble is it?"
Dropping the plates into the sink, plunging your hands into the soapy water, his strong ones glide over your shoulders, "Yes. I'm really enjoying our little bubble of love."
“Me too.” Pressing a small kiss to the curve of your neck, Loki pulled your body close, hugging you tightly from behind. As Loki was nearly a foot taller than you, it was nothing to tip your head up, his welcome mouth finding yours for a soft kiss. Curving your back, your bottom rubbed against his pelvis, his desire already rising.
“Although, they had a lot of suggestions, my innocent little kitten. Should I be worried?”
Shaking your head, “No. None of those… meatballs compare with you, Loki.”
“Good. That makes me glad… and I’m pleased to know how coveted you are, my pet.” Roving hands took the liberty of sliding under the hem of your shirt, fingertips just grazing over your bra covered breasts.
Sighing into Loki’s loving touch, “Not that you were much help!"
"What can I say? I like seeing you squirm" his lethal voice purred, warm against your ear.
Pirouetting in his arms, your damp hand brushing back a strand of dark curls, "Jane almost gave us away.”
A small smile, almost sad, pulled down Loki’s lips, “Is the idea of you loving me so hilarious?”
“Not to me.”
His head dipped, lowering those pink lips to your own, almost colliding… when laughter, drawing near, broke your moment of connection. Effectively ending your private chat, Thor stomped confidently into the room unaware of the way Loki jumped back as if scalded, or the way your hands trembled at the possibility of discovery. “Brother! I need to speak with you!”
Flicking his desire filled eyes to yours, Loki smirked, “Of course… to what do I owe the honor?”
“I have asked Jane to be my bride!”
“Brother! It’s about time Jane made an honest man out of you!” Loki, more than a little surprised but genuinely pleased for his sibling, hugged Thor close.
“YAY! That’s so exciting! Have you guys picked a date yet?” Wiping your hands dry, leaning against the sink, you were happy to hear all of Thor's big news.
Shaking his blonde head excitedly, “We shall be wed in three months time… and I was hoping that Loki would play for our special day?”
Loki, blushing a deep rosy pink, “Thor… It’s been years.”
“So? What of that, God of Mischief? You always find a way”, wagging a finger at his dark hued brother, Thor’s teasing grin was sweet.
Piling on excuses, trying to gently defer his brother’s marital request, Loki added, “I don’t think I have a suitable instrument.”
That was enough for your mouth to hang open, “Wait… you want Loki to perform? Like play music? At your wedding?”
“Of course! He’s the best chamber musician in Asgard. Possibly the entire Nine Realms.” Pride filled Thor’s words at Loki’s accomplishments, something you found impossibly charming, even if you couldn’t quite believe what he said was true.
“Thor, really… I don't think-"
Clapping a broad hand onto his younger brother's shoulder, Thor’s tone changed, “Music from home, Loki. It would mean so much, especially since… Mother and Father-”
Loki held up a hand, stopping Thor from going further into emotional sincerity, unable to bear the rawness in his brother’s words. Closing his eyes, agreeing, “Fine. Ok, I’ll… I’ll do it!’ Loki could sense your watchful eyes on him, curious and questioning, as he gave into his older brother.
With his easy smile spreading, Thor’s joy pushed the cloud of sadness away, “Our special day will be filled with music! And flowers! Jane has a whole… Pinterest board? I don’t know what that is but she’s filled it with ideas-” spinning around to grab you off your feet, Thor continued, “And you’ll be invited too! All of the team must come, not just my wayward brother!”
Getting swept up in Thor’s passionate excitement, you laughed, offering up more congratulations and promises of attending. As your toes touched the floor, Thor pulled Loki away, “Jane says you will take Darcy as a date for the ceremony.”
Tilting his head, Loki shrugged shyly, speaking loud enough for you to hear, “Uh… actually, I already have a date.”
Gripping Loki in a rib smashing hug, Thor squeezed his little brother tightly, “That is marvelous news! Jane will be so pleased! So, who’s the lucky girl?”
Smiling, you watched them go, happy to see the pair so connected. You didn’t need to hear Loki’s answer. You knew who he’d be taking to Thor’s wedding.
That night, as you were toweling dry your cropped hair, a pop of green light signaled the arrival of your secret boyfriend. He was positively electric, grabbing you by the terry robe covered hips, and kissing you swiftly. Loki's hands rubbed over the soft fabric on your back until they cradled your smiling face, "Hmm… you smell so clean that it makes me think dirty thoughts."
Giggling, you rose up on your toes, curling your hands into his tangle of dark hair. You bent his waiting mouth to your own, savoring the sensation of shared breath, as your tongue flicked over Loki's lips, “Dirtier than that?”
Nodding, his heated look hungry, “Oh yes.”
"How dirty are we talking?", you teased, resting your cheek against Loki's chest.
His rich laugh, rumbling through his core, joined your own. Pressing his forehead to yours, Loki sighed sweetly, "I missed you…"
"I just saw you at dinner!"
"But it's been too long. I… I need more."
Turning to hang up your towel, over your shoulder, "More what, my prince?"
"More of you." Having gained on you while your back was turned, Loki was behind you now, wrapping his long arms around your waist.
Squealing, delighted, "LOKI! Someone will hear!"
Dropping you quickly on the mattress, Loki shimmied up beside you, toying with the open collar on your robe, "So?"
"So… they'll find you here."
Thoughtfully, Loki’s proud look captured your own, "Maybe I don't care. Not anymore… Maybe I don't want to keep you and me… us, a secret."
Swallowing hard, your gaze trapped by Loki's earnest expression, "Really? You're ready to pop the love bubble?"
His fingertips brushed over the thin skin between your breasts, "Yes? I… I think so. Are you?"
Biting on your bottom lip, scrutinizing his handsome face, "Loki, I…"
Freezing, his hand stalled, and Loki sat back on his heels. Looking out your window, shoulders slumping in resignation, "You don't want to tell anyone. You are ashamed to be with me."
Swiftly sitting up, cupping his face with your hands, crooning, "No, no, no, no, no, no!"
Shrugging away from your touch, "You don't care for me, not like you claim to, if you won't declare your feelings for all to hear."
"Loki! That's not it at all."
Letting you tug him closer, Loki's tear filled eyes still refused to meet your own, "Loki… I… I love you. And… I just don't want to share you. Not yet, anyway. That is-" putting your arms around his neck until you were nose to nose with the red-rimmed eyes of an emotional Odinson, "-my only reason for keeping our romance quiet."
Whispering, Loki was too shocked to shake you off, "You… love me?" His voice wavered, as if the idea of being loved by you had never been a real possibility, as if something impossible was occurring right here and now.
On your knees, sighing, you started pressing tiny kisses along those sharp as knives cheekbones, "Yes. I am crazy in love with you, Loki Odinson."
Loki had held you tightly before; in the night when terrific dreams haunted his sleep, in the night when he claimed your body for his own. But this embrace, after telling the dark Prince the truth in your heart, had no equal.
Still taller than you, even though you were both kneeling, Loki's right arm wove around your waist forcing your hips flush with his own. His left supported your back, his hand cradling the nape of your neck, helping him kiss you soundly. It was conquering.
You were his. Body and soul. What's more? He was yours.
Coming up for air, panting from the work of loving you, "My dove, my dearest one… I love you too."
Shucking your robe was easy and Loki savored the lavender soap scented skin he exposed. If a spot of you wasn’t kissed, it was licked. If not licked, nipped. If not nipped, it was caressed. And Loki was very thorough.
When you mewled, weak from forced pleasure, “Loki… please. Make love to me.” he was eager to comply.
“Look at me, darling girl.”
Puffing out your pleasure filled breath, skin dewy with perspiration, you met Loki’s eyes with your own. Resting his hand over your heart, he lifted your own, letting you feel the pattern of his pulse. “It beats for you and for you alone.”
In the afterglow, laying in Loki’s arms, you stifled another giggle. Groggy from exertion, Loki opened one eye, “What’s so funny?”
“You never told me you play a musical instrument.”
“You never asked.”
“Are you any good?”
“You’ll find out when you accompany me to Thor’s wedding.”
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With his heavy cello, Loki took a seat on the edge of the dance floor, taking just a moment to get settled. A beautifully strange combination of concentration and relaxation mingled over the features you loved so dearly. Fiddling with strings, taking a moment to tune the instrument, you admired his long, talented fingers as they took their place on the frets.
The din of conversation was silenced when the first low note of Loki’s song echoed through the ballroom. Everyone paused, entranced at the melody weaving its way through the throng of well wishers. Many were surprised, but not you, not entirely.
You knew how long Loki had been preparing for this moment. It wasn’t all about making Thor’s day special, although, that was surely part of it. No, he planned to seduce every single person with sound. Giving all of the attendees a taste of what being loved by Loki was like, he hoped The Avengers would see that he was worthy of you in all ways.
Mesmerized, the bow danced over the strings, each note perfectly played. It wasn’t hard to picture those shapely digits dancing over your skin in the dark of night. Sending a shiver up your back, you sipped at your champagne, unwilling to take your eyes off of Loki.
“I didn’t know he was so talented.” Bucky, stiff in his tuxedo, sidled up to you with Steve in tow.
“Me either. Look at those fingers fly!”
“Guys… hush.” Shooting a silencing glare their way, you let the music transport you, swaying just a bit at the soothing sound.
Too soon, in your opinion, the last lingering note of Loki’s song filled the hall. Rising swiftly, Loki bowed at the applause, then turned to the happy couple. Thor hugged his brother close, while Loki kissed Jane’s hand with a gentlemanly air.
Conversations started again, quiet at first, then gaining strength as Loki strode across the room. Snagging a glass of champagne from a passing tray, his eyes trained on you, Loki accepted accolades as he moved ever closer. Another server took his empty glass as Loki finally made his way to you.
Scooping you up, Loki spun you slowly in a circle, your gown snapping behind you in an emerald wave of chiffon and lace. “Loki! Come on, put me down!”
“As my lady commands”, when your mouth passed close enough to his own, Loki kissed you as if you had never kissed before. You pushed your hands through his dark locks, a hand on each side of his face, “You were amazing, babe. Just amazing!”
“You really think so?”
“Absolutely!” His arm settled on your waist, keeping you tight to his side, as you were handed another glass of bubbly.
Bucky, leaning against Steve, wore a look of wide eyed shock, “Um. Loki… what the fuck are you doing?"
"Agent Barnes, do I really need to explain?"
Mouth dropping open, Bucky gaped, "He’s the guy? Really? You’re telling me Loki is the guy?”
“She’s not telling us, Buck… she’s showing us.”
“But Stevie…? Loki? You? You’re the guy who makes her happy? The one who she’s been covering for?”
Pressing a chaste kiss to your forehead, just a touch guilty, “I am. And, I’m madly in love with her.”
“I’m happy Bucky. Stevie… really. Loki is… he’s my everything. I love him, too.”
As your secret was outed, the group formed a circle around you and Loki. Questions were shouted, congratulations extolled, Loki was clapped on the back more than once. Natasha gave you a wink and the "ok", which was really all the approval you needed.
“So, who won the pool then?”, Clint couldn’t help asking.
“Me… and Thor”, the bride stepped right up to Tony with her hand out ready to take the prize money.
“No fair! He’s your brother in law now. He probably told you!” Rhodey chimed in, unsatisfied with the final results.
Defending her methods, Jane spun in her wedding dress, “No way! I used my powers of scientific deduction. I knew she was head over heels for Loki the night we announced our engagement.”
Wondering, you looked at Jane, “You did? How? I mean, I didn't tell anyone. We didn't tell anyone ”
“You didn't have to! You two wouldn’t look at each other. Dead give away.” Counting her cash, Jane smiled at you.
“That may be true, but I promise you this, Odinson… break her heart and I’ll kill you.” Bucky shook Loki’s hand good naturedly, if a little too long, stopping only when Steve pulled him away.
Gazing down at you, adoration evident in his face, Loki husked, “Not to worry, Agent Barnes. She has my heart you see... and I plan to be her guy as long as she’ll have me.”
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Beauty In the Blood - Part Three
Summary: One day your friend convinces you to join a dating website that matches people based on their search histories, and when you match with Loki Odinson, a handsome, intelligent coroner who’s a fan of your murder mysteries, you’re absolutely thrilled. But there’s something off about Loki, and as your relationship progresses, you discover that his dark side is even darker than you could ever have imagined…
Pairing: Serial Killer!Loki x Writer!Reader
Read part two here!
Read part four here!
A/N: This story is based off of this post! I hope you guys enjoy; this is my first time writing Loki, and this will probably be the darkest thing I’ve ever written. Please let me know what you think as the story progresses!
A/N”: So, if the gif usage isn’t enough, here is a quick warning - here be smut! It’s important smut, though. It’s porn with a smidge of plot. :D Enjoy!
You did a once-over of your home one more time, wanting to make sure everything was perfect before your guest arrived. You’d cleaned everything top to bottom, taking the majority of the day to make sure everything was just so – you’d even dusted, something you’d never really bothered with before. But your hard work was worth it; everything was all but gleaming, and the whole house smelled of lemon and fresh linen.
Right at 6:30, you heard your doorbell ring, and you felt your pulse rate skyrocket. On the way to your front door, you glanced at yourself in the mirror, brushing an errant strand of your hair out of your face and smoothing down the front of your little black dress. You smiled at your reflection, thinking about the surprise you had in store for Loki under your clothes. The lingerie set had been on the pricier side of things, but you already knew that it had been worth it.
After taking a deep breath, you opened the door, feeling butterflies spring to life in your belly at the sight of your date. Loki was dressed in a pair of black trousers, a dark green button-down, and a black sports coat; your eyes trailed up and down his figure, lingering for a second on the golden watch that was looped around his wrist. It was the perfect accessory to his ensemble, and you were thankful that you’d decided to dress up for the evening.
“Hello, there,” you grinned, and Loki’s smile matched yours as he took in your appearance.
“Good evening,” he replied, stepping inside. He leaned down, pressing a chaste but lingering kiss to your lips, and though the date had only just begun, you were already left wanting for more. “You look ravishing, as always.”
“I could say the same about you.”
You looked down to his hands, just then noticing the bottle of wine he held in them. He followed your gaze, lifting it up so you could see the label.
“Ah, yes. I hope this will suffice; I didn’t know if you preferred red or white…”
“This is perfect,” you assured him. “But, if I’m being honest, I don’t really know all that much about wine. I do know that I like to drink it, though.”
For a moment, you were afraid that your admission would make you come across as uncultured, but Loki just chuckled.
“Well, that is the most important thing when it comes to wine,” he remarked. “Dinner smells delicious, by the way.”
“I did say I was going to seduce you with my cooking.” You took the bottle of wine from him and lead him into the dining room. You’d laid out a white cloth over your table, and there was a candle burning in its very center; you were very pleased with how romantic it made the room look. “Make yourself at home! I’ll go make our plates.”
“Nonsense, love. I insist on helping.”
“Oh, you really don’t have-“
“I insist,” he repeated.
“Well… That’s very sweet of you, Loki. Thank you.”
With that, you led him into your kitchen, setting out two glasses for your wine before pulling out some plates. After searching for recipes the night before, you’d found one for a pasta dish that you thought Loki might enjoy. It was among the more complicated things you’d cooked in your lifetime, but you were determined to impress your boyfriend. At least, you thought he was your boyfriend. Significant other? …Man friend?
You busied yourself with scooping the pasta onto the plates while Loki opened the bottle of wine and began pouring glasses for the two of you.
“So,” he said, breaking the moment of silence. “How has the writing been coming along?”
“It’s going pretty well, I think,” you answered. “I sent my editor the first chapter of my new book and she loved it; she’s a close friend of mine, and she’s always good about being honest with me about my work.”
“I’m almost jealous that she gets to read it before I do,” he chuckled.
“Well, maybe I’ll let you take a peek sometime. How has work been going for you?”
“Oh… Same old, same old. No interesting deaths today. Just a few old ladies who died of heart failure. And one poor sap who died in a hit and run.”
“Oh, gosh,” you murmured. “I’m sorry to hear that.”
Loki shrugged, walking into the dining room to set your glasses down before coming back and taking his plate from you. You followed him with yours and took the seat across from his.
“Does it ever get to you?” you asked, watching as he took a sip of his wine. “Your job, that is. I couldn’t imagine dealing with death as intimately as you do.”
You took a sip from your own glass as he thought about his response, noting that he’d picked out a dry blend that you were sure would compliment the pasta well. If you’d followed the recipe the right way, at least.
“…I won’t lie,” Loki finally said. “Not to you; I know death should bother me more than it does. I’ve never been terrified of it, as some people are. Nor does it make me uncomfortable; even the most gruesome of the bodies I’ve autopsied haven’t so much as turned my stomach. But there is a moment, when I first see a body, that always takes me off guard. The transition from being a living, breathing organism to becoming a lifeless, empty object, it’s always something humans perceive as unnatural. Even humans like me who work with corpses four days a week.”
You nodded your head, studying the man across from you as he twirled a bite of fettuccini onto his fork before popping it into his mouth. You waited with bated breath as he chewed and swallowed, but your worries were put to rest when he looked up at you with a smile.
“It’s wonderful, darling,” he chuckled. “You can relax.”
Your shoulders visibly slumped with relief, and both of you shared a laugh before digging into your meals in earnest. You turned over his words as you ate your first few bites, shaking your head and smiling to yourself.
“What is it?” he asked, arching a curious eyebrow.
“Just… You. You’re such a unique person, Loki,” you said. “You’re special. It’s not every day that I meet someone who isn’t at least a little concerned by the macabre stories I write. But you, you actively enjoy them. Plus, it’s so rare to find someone who shares my morbid interests who isn’t, you know, a psychopath.”
Loki chuckled at that, and his eyebrows twitched upwards as he took a quick gulp of his wine.
“Ah, well,” he grinned. “I could always be one, you know. I might just have you fooled.”
You narrowed your eyes, setting your chin in your palm as you studied him.
“Mm… I suppose,” you conceded. “You could be the villain in my own story for all I know.”
You smiled, then, before turning back to your meal.
“But I don’t think you are,” you added, oblivious to the intensity in Loki’s eyes as he watched you.
The rest of the meal went by without much incident, and Loki once again insisted on helping you before starting to load the dishes into the dishwasher. You, for your part, surprised him by pulling a pie from the local bakery out of your fridge, and soon, the two of you were curled up on your sofa, each with a small slice of pie sitting on a plate in their hands.
You had the thought, as you were sitting there, that conversation was so much easier with Loki than you would’ve expected. On the surface, Loki seemed intimidating; he was always so put-together, and his wit was sharp enough to cut through anyone, but for some reason, as you sat there talking about everything and nothing, you didn’t feel the need to filter yourself at all with him.
…Or, maybe, that was just the second glass of wine talking.
“…It’s killing me inside, you know.”
You snapped to attention upon your date’s sudden declaration, and you frowned in confusion.
“What is-“
“Not knowing what you’re writing, other than it’s a story with a main character who you’ve admitted to basing off of me,” Loki clarified.
A smile came to your lips, and you chuckled as you scraped the edge of your fork across your plate, gathering the crumbs and filling left over from your pie onto your utensil before bringing it up to your lips. You watched as Loki’s gaze settled onto your mouth as you licked up the last of your dessert, and you couldn’t help the smirk that spread over your face.
“Well,” you said, clearing your throat, “I suppose that I could let you read the first chapter…”
His eyes snapped up to yours once more, and eagerness was glittering in them, along with a deeper, smoldering feeling that made your breath catch in your lungs.
“I would love that, darling.”
And that was how you found yourself, a few minutes later, perched on top of your desk just to the right of your laptop, watching Loki as he read what you had written so far. You studied his profile as he leaned over your computer, a furrow forming between his brows as he concentrated on the screen. One of his hands was absentmindedly resting on your knee, tracing nonsensical patterns into your skin as you waited with bated breath. Your lip was already sore from how much you’d been chewing on it; you really wanted him to like what you’d written. Maybe it hadn’t been a good idea to let him read it; what if-
“Darling, I… I love this,” he suddenly murmured, his head tilting back as he finally tore his gaze away from the words. “I think this might be my favorite beginning to any of the books you’ve written.”
You felt your cheeks heat up from his praise, and you looked away as you tried to fight the large smile that had come over your face.
“I… You don’t mean that,” you stammered, but Loki’s hand came up to cup your cheek, turning you back to face him. When you saw the look on his face, you felt your mouth go dry and your thighs press together; his smile had fallen, and he was focused solely, intensely, on you. There was a quiet desperation shimmering in his eyes, and you gulped as you felt yourself automatically straighten up.
“I loved it, darling,” he uttered, sincerity evident from his tone. “The beginning of the chapter immediately made me feel captivated by Olivia, and the first killing scene immediately set the tone for the rest of the story.”
As he spoke, you watched as he slowly stood from his chair, and the breath caught in your lungs when he stepped between your legs. His hands were cold as they came to rest on your thighs, just below the hem of your dress, and you couldn’t stifle the gasp that left your lips when he abruptly shoved them apart, taking the opportunity to press his body against yours. Those same frigid fingers came up to brush against your neck, pushing your hair back so he could whisper against your ear.
“The way that she drew it out, torturing her victim in that controlled, calculative way…” His lips pressed a kiss to your cheek before he dragged them along your jaw line, and your eyes fluttered shut when you felt his breath settle over your lips.
“It shows you exactly what sort of a monster she is,” he finished, just seconds before his hands once again settled on your waist, pulling you towards him for a searing kiss.
Hungry. That was the only word you could use to describe the way his mouth moved against yours. There was a feverish passion that seeped from him to you through the caress; you could taste it on his tongue, sweet and yet bitter at the same time, just like the wine you’d shared. His fingers were digging into your flesh, squeezing you as he pinned you against him, and you felt heat pool in your belly when he pressed his hips to yours; you could already feel his cock growing hard.
Loki’s tongue explored your mouth, tangling together with yours and gliding along the back of your teeth; he took his time with you, undoing every ounce of self-control you possessed as the seconds ticked away. For your part, you didn’t know where to put your hands; one moment, they were settled over his biceps. The next, they were in his hair or on his chest or clawing at his back as he ground his hips against yours.
A disappointed huff left your lips when Loki pulled away, and he arched his eyebrows, giving you a wicked grin.
“What is it?” he chuckled, his hands reaching for yours. You tried your best not to pout as he laced his fingers through yours, resting your connected hands on either side of your hips.
“I…” You hesitated, looking Loki up and down. A strand of hair was falling down into his eyes, and even though the expression on his face was one of confidence, you could see the way his chest was taking in ragged breaths, heaving in and out as he leaned over you; he wanted you just as badly as you wanted him. No doubt, the fire in your belly was burning in his, too, if the tent in his trousers was anything to go by.
“I… I want you to stay the night,” you breathed, and though it could have just been your imagination, you could have sworn that you saw his pupils dilate as you said it.
No words needed to be spoken before his lips were on yours again, and you smiled into the kiss, wrapping your arms around his neck. You broke away, though, when a startled gasp parted your lips as Loki suddenly gripped your hips and pulled, wrapping your legs around his waist as he picked you up. You clutched his shoulders as he started walking out of your office, surprised that he could support your weight.
“How are you this strong?” you whispered under your breath, incredulous. You hadn’t even meant for Loki to hear you, really, but the upturn of his lips showed that he clearly did.
“I’m not as wiry as I look, believe it or not,” he snarked, pressing a kiss to the top of your head before making a beeline to your stairs. “I assume the bedroom is up here?”
You nodded, and he immediately headed upstairs, not even breaking a sweat despite having you in his arms. Once you reached the upstairs landing, you pointed towards your bedroom door, and he immediately darted towards it, nudging it open with his hip as he kissed you once more. You felt butterflies erupt in your belly as he walked with you towards the bed; this was finally going to happen. You were going to make love to Loki.
Your back hit the mattress harder than you’d expected, and you bounced against it a few times as Loki stood over you. You gulped, propping yourself up on your elbows and watching as Loki took his sports coat off, draping it over the chair you kept by your bedroom door.
“Well, what are you waiting for?” he suddenly asked, looking at you with a smirk as he started to unbutton his shirt. “Strip.”
Understanding washed over you, and you drew yourself up onto your knees, reaching behind you to lower the zipper of your dress. Loki stalked over, popping one button after another as, inch by inch, his pale torso was revealed to you. You could see that, despite how thin and tall he was, there was clear muscle definition to prove his strength, and your eyes lingered for a few seconds on the outline of his abs. The dark green of his shirt contrasted nicely with his natural pallor, and as you pulled your dress off over your head, you caught yourself wondering what his skin would look like with bruises left behind by your lips.
You paused, tossing your dress to the side as you knelt on the bed, and wondered where that thought had come from; you’d never felt particularly dominant in the bedroom. If anything, you’d always been more submissive. Why were you suddenly thinking about marking Loki up with hickeys?
Your thoughts were interrupted when you heard Loki suck in a breath through clenched teeth, and your eyes snapped to his as he took in the lingerie you were wearing. Its dark emerald lace hugged your curves delicately, and you knew that your breasts looked fantastic in your bra. It was connected to a corset, which squeezed your waist in just the right way, making your figure look exquisite as you knelt in front of your date. Your panties were boy-cut, showing off your ass, and you were almost tempted to bend over, just so Loki could appreciate the view. But it seemed that your lover had other ideas as he stalked towards you.
As he came to a stop, right in front of you, your eyes couldn’t help but linger on his crotch; an impressive tent had formed by now in his trousers, and you licked your lips as you thought about what you would find on the other side of that zipper. From this angle, with you sitting on your heels, you were right at eye-level with it, but you finally managed to tear your focus away when you felt Loki’s hand tangle in your hair.
He tilted your head back, forcing you to look up at him, and you felt your eyes widen when you saw how far blown his pupils were.
“I think you know what I want from you,” he murmured, his free hand coming up to fiddle with his belt. “Are you going to give it to me?”
You unconsciously felt yourself nod as understanding washed over you, and your hands soon came up to replace his on his belt. You hurriedly unbuckled it as Loki finally shed his shirt and tossed it to the floor. As you unzipped his trousers and pulled them down, your eyes once more widened in surprise when you saw that he was wearing no underwear beneath them.
“A little bit presumptuous, don’t you think?” you chuckled, glancing up at him as you pushed his pants down his thighs.
“Never,” he shook his head. “Just optimistic.”
When his cock finally sprung free, you wrapped your hand around its shaft, taking a moment to admire it. He was long, that was for sure, and thick enough to make your thighs clench in anticipation; you knew that he would feel amazing inside of you. You were surprised that he was entirely hairless below the belt; he must shave, you realized. And for some reason, you liked that.
Without preamble, you leaned forward, tracing a vein running along the underside of his cock with your tongue. A stilted sigh left Loki’s lips, and you grinned, letting your tongue dart out to lick at his slit, tasting a drop of salty precum that had gathered there. His head was flushed a deep pink, and even though you’d never found cocks to be particularly appealing to look at, you couldn’t help but find every part of Loki beautiful. Maybe it was your feelings for him, or maybe it was just his natural appearance, but for whatever reason, you enjoyed wrapping your lips around Loki’s cock just as much as he did.
You stayed there for a short second, letting your tongue play with his head, sucking on it as you watched his face. A pain was starting to form in your neck from having to tilt your head back far enough to see him, but it was worth it; the expression he was wearing was one of bliss, and you had the thought that you’d never seen anyone quite as beautiful as him before. His eyes were closed, and his lips were parted in a small ‘o’ as you started to slowly bob your head forward. You felt his hand clench in your hair, unconsciously pulling you closer, encouraging you to take him deeper in your throat. And you did; every time his cock slid into your mouth, you took another inch of him until you felt his head tap the back of your throat. The sensation, at first, made you gag, but you fought that feeling down, taking deep breaths in through your nose as he started to thrust his hips forward.
Your hands came up to his thighs to support yourself as he started to fuck your mouth, and you clenched your thighs together as you listened to the breathless, desperate moans that were pouring out of Loki’s lips. Your name was like a prayer on his tongue, and every time he whispered it in that broken, pleasured voice, you could feel your pussy squeeze around nothing.
Just as he was starting to get louder, though, and before his thrusts could start to become too frenzied, too fast, he pulled away, letting out a groan at the sight of you. You didn’t need a mirror to know that you looked absolutely wrecked right now; your lips were no doubt swollen, and your hair had to be messy from where he’d been holding onto it. You felt your cheeks heat up when you spied a trail of saliva that stretched from his hard cock to your bottom lip, and you brought your hand up to wipe your mouth.
Loki caught your wrist before you could, though, and held you in place as he looked at you. It was as if he were committing the sight to memory, and you felt yourself flush even harder at the realization.
“You are beautiful,” he declared. His thumb came up and brushed against your lower lip, swiping away the saliva there before he took a step back. “Lay down for me, will you?”
Your heartrate jumped, and you knew, instinctively, that this was it. Nodding, you turned and crawled up the length of your bed, feeling Loki’s eyes on your ass before you laid down on your back with your head propped up against the pillows. After stepping out of his pants, he soon followed you, a predatory look in his eyes as he made his way up your body.
With a rough shove, he forced your legs apart, pressing kisses to your thighs as he climbed up your body. His lips trailed over your clothed mound to your belly, but he paused at your breasts, cupping them over your bra and admiring them as he rolled and squeezed them in his hands.
“Your body was made for my touch, love,” he sighed, his fingers making their way underneath you to the back of your corset. “And as much as I adore this, I would like to see it bare beneath me.”
With that, he started undoing the garment’s clasps, and you leaned up to help him. As soon as he was able too, he pulled the fabric away and threw it behind him, where it laid right beside his discarded shirt. His hands immediately fell onto your breasts, and he darted down to lick over one of your nipples. You arched up, letting out a surprised gasp at the contact, and Loki smirked before wrapping his lips around it and starting to suck. Your back arched up as if you’d been electrified, and you felt his smirk as he ran his tongue along your sensitive bud.
“L-loki,” you stammered. “Please, I-I need you…”
There was now a constant throbbing in your cunt, desperate to be filled, and you couldn’t handle much more of his teasing. You’d never gotten this worked up from giving a blowjob before, but you were so wet that you could feel it starting to seep through your panties. And something in your tone must have told Loki how much you needed it, how ready you were for him, because he pulled away and looked up at you, your eyes locking as he reached down to your panties.
“You need me, do you?” he asked, his voice nearly a purr as he started sliding your drenched panties down your legs. “What do you need me to do so badly…?”
He trailed off as his eyes fell down to your pussy, and he blinked in surprise at what he saw. You squirmed, feeling self-conscious as he ran a finger down your slit, gathering your wetness, and a breath hissed in past his lips.
“You’re so wet,” he breathed, and you nearly moaned as he slipped his finger into his mouth, tasting you. His eyebrows furrowed, and he let out a groan that was borderline pornographic. “And so sweet-“
“Loki, please,” you begged, “please, I need you inside of me-“
“Shh, don’t worry, love,” he hushed, guiding you to wrap your legs around his waist. “I’ll give you what you need.”
He let his body cover yours once again, his chest pressed against yours as he pulled you into a kiss. He supported his weight on his elbow, cradling your head in the crook of his arm as he reached his other hand down between you. You broke the kiss when you felt him guide the head of his cock against your entrance, but his lips were still hovering just a hair’s width from yours as he started to push inside.
Your lips parted at the initial stretch, forming into a silent moan as he slowly pushed inside of you. Your nails dug into his shoulders as your pussy started to adjust to him, taking every last inch of his cock until you felt his head bump against your cervix. You let out a soft moan at the sensation of it, letting your head fall back against your pillows as you tried to grow used to the feeling of him inside of you.
Loki, meanwhile, had his eyes closed as he tried to get used to the feeling of you wrapped around him, of your tight pussy pulsing and clenching around him as he bottomed out inside of you. He’d never felt anything like this before; sure, when it came to sex, he had plenty of experience. But he’d never felt a connection like this; when his eyes opened to find yours staring at his face, waiting for him to move, he felt as if an electric spark ran down the length of his spine.
With a soft, barely perceptible grunt, he started to move, pulling his hips back before rolling them forward again. Your eyes rolled back as he found his rhythm, white-hot pleasure starting to break through your initial pain. Your legs tightened, pulling him closer against you, and once the pain faded completely, once you’d relaxed around the feeling of his length stretching you open, you opened your eyes.
Green irises were waiting there for you when you did, and a moan escaped you as your gazes locked. His eyebrows were drawn together, and broken, quiet moans fell from his parted lips as his thrusts became faster. Your hands were now on his biceps, squeezing them to ground yourself.
“That’s right,” he moaned, snapping his hips harder. “Take it; take all of me-“
And just then, the head of his cock brushed against something inside of you that made your toes curl. You cried out, clinging to him, your nails scratching paths down his back as he once again rocked his hips, hitting your g-spot again.
“There?” he asked breathlessly, and you nodded hurriedly, looking up at him.
“Y-yes, Loki, right ther- Oh, fuck-!”
It wasn’t long before he was pounding into you, both of you getting closer and closer to climax. Your body felt as if it were tight as a bowstring as you moved against your lover, your muscles tense as you rolled your hips against his, steadily craving more and more of him. As your pleasure built, as he moved inside of you, you started to feel what you’d seen in him earlier – hunger. Deeper, faster, harder – your brain was a continuous mantra of thoughts like these, until you were consumed, possessed, by your need to cum, your need for him.
Loki sucked in a gasp of surprise when he felt you push up against him; his eyes flew open in time to watch you shift your weight, using one of the legs you had wrapped around his waist to flip the two of you over, and before he could fully realize it was happening, he found himself beneath your body, still inside of you as you rolled your hips against him.
“Fuck,” you moaned, letting your head fall back. “Fuck, just like that-“
He watched, stunned, as you started bouncing on his cock, your hands on his chest pressing him down and pinning him against the mattress. Your hips were moving frantically, writhing and rolling against his as you chased your release. Your eyes were closed, so you couldn’t see the look of awe, of pure adoration, on his face, and for that he was grateful. Because, yes, he had plenty of experience with lovers of all cultures, backgrounds, and genders. He’d delved into every extreme of humanity – murder, power, lust – every single one, except for submission.
And, yet, here he was, laying beneath you as you used him and his body for your pleasure. And despite the fact that he’d never submitted to any of his former lovers before, despite the careful control he felt the need to keep over himself, his life, and the lives of so many poor, unfortunate victims, he liked it.
His eyes remained on you as he started thrusting up, if for no other reason than to aid you as you chased your orgasm. He was rewarded when you immediately tilted your head back and let out a moan, hips faltering in their rhythm as he pounded up into you. One of his hands cautiously snaked between your bodies, resting his palm on your upper thigh and letting his thumb brush past your folds.
You gasped, eyes snapping open as he started circling your clit, and unthinkingly you reached out, your hand falling to his neck and wrapping around it as you felt the knot inside of you tighten.
“Oh, my God, Loki-!”
You looked down, taking in your hand as it wrapped around his throat, staring at the wrecked, owned glint in his eyes. And part of you, somehow, realized how important this was for him, how rarely he let himself trust someone else to hold dominance over him like this. And the fact that you were able to do this to him, the fact that you had this man under your control, completely at your mercy, was what finally made you cum.
You felt it first in the very tips of your fingers and toes – the aching, throbbing feeling of release. It spread through you slower than usual, gripping you tight in pleasured bliss before, abruptly, something snapped in your core. With a wail, you tightened your hand around his throat and came, clenching around his cock as your pleasure washed over you in one final wave. Your hips fell to a halt just as Loki tilted his head back and groaned your name, his seed spilling inside of you as he found his own release. You flexed your fingers, slowly releasing their grip on him as you both settled into your afterglow. Your pussy fluttered around his softening cock, and the vice-like hold he had on your hips started to relax.
Your elbows wobbled just a second before your strength gave out, and you found yourself laying pressed flush against Loki, his chest against yours, rising and falling to the rhythm of his deep breaths. His hands shifted, gliding down to your thighs, and gently you felt him push against you. With a grunt, he guided you off of his cock, and you both winced as it slipped out of your pussy.
His arms wrapped around you, then, lazily brushing up and down your back, and you felt a faint twinge of embarrassment as you felt cum start to leak out of you, spilling down your thighs and onto the sheets. You expected to see disgust on Loki’s face when he felt some of it drip onto his leg, but he only gave you a quick peck to the lips before maneuvering you to lay down beside of him.
You closed your eyes and felt his weight leave the bed as he stood up, and you listened to the padding of his feet as he made his way to your bathroom, coming out a few seconds later with a damp washcloth. You jolted when you felt its cold dampness against your leg, but you relaxed as you watched Loki clean you off, taking care as he guided the rag over your sensitive pussy. Once you were cleaned up, he dabbed at the sheets, managing to clean them a bit as well before tossing the cloth into your clothes hamper and climbing back into bed with you.
Once again, he gathered you into his arms, and you felt a smile tug at your lips as you rested your head over his heartbeat. It matched your own as you laid there, soaking in each other’s essence and replaying what had just happened in your minds. You felt a bit sheepish as you thought of how surprised Loki had looked when you flipped him over, and you glanced upwards to find him already staring at you, deep in thought.
“Sorry I, um…” You bit your lip, trying to find the right words. “Sorry I went all alpha-male on you there. I don’t know what came over me…”
Loki chuckled, pushing some hair out of your eyes.
“Did you hear me complaining?” he asked, arching an eyebrow. You smile, relieved, and let your head fall back down to his chest.
“Mm. Well. I promise I’m not…usually like that,” you explained. “Typically, I’m more of a sub.”
“And, typically, I’m the dominant one,” Loki mused. “But for whatever reason, with you…”
He trailed off, but you understood what he meant; you’d said it before.
“This is special,” you stated once again. You reached down, grabbing one of his hands and pressing a kiss to the back of it. “You’re special, Loki.”
Loki felt his heart squeeze, and he let out a soft sigh as he felt his chest swell with… Love. With love.
“I love you,” he breathed, under his breath. He actually, truly, loved you; that had to be what this was, right? Because he’d felt a variety of things similar to love before – lust for his former lovers, affection for Thor. But this was so much deeper, so much brighter – it was like a fire burning within him. Not one that consumed, or burned, or destroyed. It was warm, and glowing.
He hadn’t realized he’d spoken aloud until he felt you stiffen in his arms, and when he looked down, he saw pure surprise etched across your features. His heart sank; he hadn’t meant to confess his feelings to you. Especially not after having sex for the first time on your third date.
But relief washed over him when he saw a smile form over your lips, and you leaned up to kiss him softly, sweetly. You pulled back and laughed, a sound that was so honest and pure that it made his own mouth turn up into a grin.
“I love you, too, Loki,” you whispered, pressing your forehead to his. “God, it’s not the smart thing to do, and I know everyone will say it’s too soon for me to know it, but… Fuck, I love you.”
In that moment, as he stared up at you with a smile to match your own, he knew that now that he had your love, he’d never be able to live without it. He was addicted to it, to the sound of those three words on your lips, to the way you looked at him, the way you touched him – he was addicted to your love in the same way he was addicted to killing.
And as the two of you kissed, and, later, when you slid onto his cock again for the second time that night, he found that he couldn’t tell which love would be the more all-encompassing. He honestly didn’t know which would be the one to take him down, his love for murder or his love for you. But he was also just as certain that he absolutely didn’t care.
#loki#loki odinson#Loki Laufeyson#loki x reader#dark!loki#dark!loki x reader#loki imagine#mcu#fanfic#serial killer!loki#serial killer au
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Rough Ridin’
Pairing: Bucky Rogers
Summary: Being away from Bucky was never easy for you, and it wasn’t easy for Bucky either. Idle thoughts and such.
Warnings: Smut! SMUT SMUT! 18+ Only! Male oral, some toys can’t say without spoiling, light choking, daddy kink. If any of these situations bother you please read no further.
Word Count: 3,083
A/N: This is for my beautiful Tumblr wife @sagechanoafterdark it is her Birthday today! AAAHH!! Go wish her a happy birthday. I offer to you my goddess wife Bucky Smuts.
Pulling the covers over your head you attempt to block out the rising sun. It was the eighth day you woke up alone in your bed, spreading your fingers over the cold sheet to your side you mourn the missing body.
Bucky had been away on a mission for far too long and while you were updated on his safety, you two had not spoken or texted each other in over a week now. The feelings of detachment were setting in, you weren’t sure how much longer you’d make it. You and Bucky were anchors for each other, both so torn in unique and often tragic ways.
Determined to spend the rest of the day in bed, because what was the point in leaving, you bundled up under a ridiculous amount of layers you had to use without your Super-Soldier. Just as your lids felt heavy with sleep Friday’s voice pulls you from your descent into slumber.
“There’s a package at the front awaiting a signature from Bucky Ma’am.” You flipped the covers from your head looking up perplexed. “Could you please sign for it?”
“Uh, sure?” You rush to get dressed in something other than underwear and Bucky’s shirt, but you leave said shirt on the bed knowing you’ll put it back on once you return.
Huffing and puffing you carry the cumbersome box into your shared living quarters with Bucky. After setting it down your return to your room to change when your phone goes off from the bedside table. Pulling your shirt and yoga pants off to slip Bucky’s shirt back on, you unlock your phone and squeal at the sight of Bucky’s name.
Don’t open the package. I’ll be home tonight. 😘
You chew on your bottom lip a little upset at the sudden communication after radio silence to be instructions for you like you’re a child but he was coming home. Tonight. Deciding to push the insecurities about the abrupt tone you felt from the text to focus on the positive you look in the mirror.
Oh, you were not looking at your best. Between, pizza binging, podcasts, reading and occasional adventure to talk with a fellow Avenger you hadn’t really been doing much upkeep. Looking at the clock you nod your head, plenty of time to shapen up for your boy.
~~*~~
A hot shower, face mask, shaving, epilator, blow dryer and some good skincare routine you feel not only human but sexy. You could feel your pent up sexual needs blooming at the prospect of Bucky being home soon. The way he knew how to take care of you made your blood boil just at the thought. Pulling a worn but clean Henley from Bucky’s drawer you drag it over your head to pair with your black bikini strap panties. Pulling up your phone your lips spread into a wide smile at missed texts from Bucky.
I can’t wait to see you. 😍
Been thinking about you every day.
Thinking about how sexy you look spread out for me.
I know you’ve been so patient and good 😉
Can’t wait to hold you in my arms
Then hold you down. 😈
See you soon babe.
You felt warmth bloom over your face at how quickly he flipped from your sweet boyfriend to sexy daddy. Your thighs clenched together as your fingers typed an equally sexy and sweet reply. The thoughts spinning through your head at what could unravel tonight would not be good for the countdown of his return. You need a distraction.
You skip your way into the living room, posting up on the couch and pulling your latest book into your lap hoping it’ll help you pass the time. You last awhile, well at least three hours, before needing something to drink and a snack. Leaning against the kitchen island you pop your snack into your mouth, whatever Bucky’s latest snack craving was. It varied from a new health food he wanted to try out all the way to him coming home with boxes and boxes of Oreos.
Speaking of boxes.
Your eyes caught the sight of that heavy box you brought in sitting by the door. Bucky had been so specific in telling you not to open it. Clearly, he was waiting for the notification of it being delivered as the time between your digital signature to his text was brief. What was in there that you couldn’t see? Or maybe he wanted to be the first one to open it?
Your phone goes off again and you rush to the couch anticipating some more sexting from Bucky but frown at the message being from a friend. Reading and replying you set your phone back down to return to your snack, downtrodden at the dashed possibility of more sexts from your boyfriend.
You pause next to the box, your finger in your mouth in contemplation you chew on your cuticle. A habit that could only happen if Bucky wasn’t around, else he’d whisper “You better stop or I’m going to put something much bigger between those lips.” Only to walk off as if nothing was lewd about his suggestion.
Walking up to the box you pay attention to the shipping label this time. You frown at the PO BOX, of course, though you’re perplexed at the lack of company name with returning shipping address. Oh, you were curious, a box you couldn’t open with no clear indication as to why?
What if you peeked into the box? Maybe some tape comes up and you just get a lookie? Flipping your nails over the edges where the cardboard was worn from travel, you contemplate the best way to get a peek of what’s inside.
Shaking your head you pulled yourself out of a ridiculous rabbit trail. He’d be home soon, then he’d open it and the mystery would be over. Though in your personal experience boxes without any company indication or label branding were illicit fun types of packages. You needed to know what was in there.
“Friday?”
“Yes, ma’am?” The delightful Irish AI pleasant to your ears now that you were fully awake.
“Can you scan the package for me?”
“It was scanned before entering the building ma’am for safety protocol.” An evil grin fell over your face, safety protocols being in your favor today.
“Show me the scan.” Without missing a beat the digital display in the living room lights up with a view of the contents inside the box. Moving towards the couch for a better look at the image you tilt your head to the side.
It wasn’t… It couldn’t be what you think it is. Fishing for your phone blindly on the couch as you continue to stare at the box’s contents until your phone is in front of your face. Taking a picture you attach it with a text to Bucky. “Is that what I think it is?”
I told you not to look inside.
Your phone starts ringing in your hands after you read the text from Bucky, without a second thought you answer.
“Hey doll,” the warm richness of his voice hits your ears, you can feel your entire body relax from head to toe.
“Hey,” Bucky gives a sigh of content, your voice doing the same for him.
“You know that’s a technicality right?” The warmth in his voice laced with authority. Oh, you were toeing a line.
“Your text said do not open it,” you justify once more. “I simply used technology to my advantage.”
“Open it.” You blinked at his command, and it was indeed a command.
“Open it, and you better be on it until I get home.” You look at the box then away. You weren’t sure you could do that, but if Bucky told you to do it then you would try.
“Okay,” he grunts displeased with your response.
“Yes, daddy.” You can hear him stifle a groan. It suddenly occurs to you that Steve could be by him, or even Sam. “I miss you, daddy,” you lay it on thick.
“I know what you’re trying to do.” his breaths quicken. “You better stop it.”
“Make me,” you hang up the phone well aware you had pushed your boyfriend but giddy at the outcome. Looking at the now looming box you square your shoulders determined to do what was asked of you. Your phone goes off for a text.
You’ve got two hours.
You shoulder sag, this would be torture, another text came through.
Do NOT cum. 😈😘
Opening the box you pull out the large bulky object covered in plastic wrap. Taking a deep breath you lifted the object up and brought it into the bedroom. Muttering under your breath about lack of super-soldier strength. Pulling it out of the wrapping you unveiled the solid black saddle mount with lifted rectangle on top with a small raised area.
He had bought a fucking Sybian.
After you’ve cleaned it off with the provided cleansing wipes you plug it in, taking the black setting box with you as you straddle the Sybian. Keeping your underwear on for now you were going to start at the lowest setting and see how it goes. Turning the vibrations on you release a soft gasp at the sensation against your clit.
Feeling rather adventurous given the whole debacle leading up to this you turn the vibrations up two more notches.
Dropping the control, you place your hands on the front of the saddle and begin to rock against the vibrations slowly. Throwing your head back and arching your back at the sensations you bit your lower lip, your body tingling all over with need.
You’re not sure how long you were rotating your hips against the vibrations, but as you feel your body start to key up your hands blindly search for the discarded controls. Turning it off you slump down, holding yourself up on your elbows on the edge of the black cushioning. It was comfortable and very effective.
Taking a few minutes you catch your breath and let the fire you had started fizzle out before turning it back on with the lowest vibrations. Your hips rock back and forth without you realizing it. Hands slipping under the henley you pinch your nipples, whimpering out into the empty bedroom.
It’s slower this time, the pleasure rolling through you with gentleness but still raising the hair along your body. The curl in your toes as it slowly climbs. You start to feel yourself key up, eyes closed as the blood pumps through your veins so loud it deafens the sound of the vibrating motor. Without opening your eyes you reach for the control, a small frown marring your face as you open your eyes to look for it where you set it last.
Boots are the first thing you see. Whipping your head up you see Bucky cupping his growing erection while his metal hand holds the controller.
“Bucky,” You whine reaching for the controls. He steps forward, his crotch right at your eye level. He turns the device off and you sigh in remorse, you were hoping since he was there he would let you finish.
His flesh hand caresses your face, trailing down to cup your chin. Leaning down to slants his lips against yours a sigh of relief washes over him, how he had missed your lips, your face, your eyes, your everything. But he’d take stock of that later. Standing up he feels himself falter when you mewl from the loss of his kiss.
“I love you,” are the first words he says to you before he cranks the vibration control to the max. You cry out turning your head down as your thighs clenched around the saddle quivering against the plastic nylon. Bucky unzips his pants, removing his hardening cock from its confines.
When you lift your head up to moan, his right-hand grips the back of your head pushing his cock into your open mouth. Your moan vibrates along his shaft as he pushes himself down your throat.
He turns the vibrations to half power, pulling your head back and forth down his shaft. A moan falls from his lips as your soft tongue rolls around his pulsing cock. Your eyes water as he holds himself down your throat, your nose pressing into pubes.
“Been thinking about this every day.” His words garbled in your ears at the rushing blood but you can make out just enough of his words.
“Eight fucking days just doing recon,” he pulls your head back and you gasp out loud, his metal hand cranks the vibrations back up to max and you cry out. Your hips jerking back and forth on the machine, your voice raspy as you try to mutter out his name but can’t get past the B.
“Then I found this toy on Amazon and had the same-day delivery,” a cruel smile forms on his lips, watching you pant, drool trailing down your chin and dripping onto his henley. Letting go of your head he rips the henley up and off of you. The cool air making your nipples pucker, he trails his tongue over his lips at the sight.
Wrapping his hand in your hair forming a make-shift ponytail you look up at him, those soft blues all you can see as your orgasm starts to climb.
“That’s my girl. Cum for me,” He drops the controller, his metal hand gripping the base of his cock to tap the head against your outstretched tongue. Your soft whines and moans heat his entire body with need. Your eyes scrunch shut, lips encasing the head of his cock, your body rocking against the saddle as a sweeping sensation of pleasure overtakes you. The elusive orgasm finally taking over your body, if it hadn’t been for Bucky holding your hair you were certain you’d fall forward.
As you bask in the euphoria Bucky lifts you up by your armpits. His pliant blissed-out doll, he kisses your sweaty forehead before placing you on the bed face down. Turning around he turns the Sybian off then faces your twitching body. He slips your panties down your body, discarding his clothes as well.
By the time you are coming around you feel him lift your hips up in the air, a soft coo falls from your lips when you feel him nudge your folds with his cock.
“Daddy,” You whimper. That’s all Bucky can take, his pushing through your wetness and bottoming out, his hips flushed to your ass.
“Fuck,” He chants trying to regain his composure, but the way your walls flutter around him leaves him breathless. He cants his hips back slamming back in, your moans muffled into the bed.
Bucky knows he won’t last long, not with how good you feel. He lets go of your hips with one hand, curling in front to rub your clit in tight quick circles to match his thrusts. The clapping of your skin meeting with each thrust echoes off the walls. The force he uses makes your back dip down further until you're almost flat with the bed save where he holds your hips up.
You rub your face into the comforter, your body never fully coming down from ecstasy. You feel yourself begin to build up to the precipice but it feels overwhelming, so quick. His cock dragging along your walls, a particularly rough angled thrust pushes against your g-spot. Crying out you lift your head up.
“Too much!” He growls, only to rebound his efforts.
“No,” his hand on your clit snakes up your body between the valley of your breast to wrap around your neck, pulling your upper half up by his grip. Your walls tighten around him and flutter. Salacious sound of wet flesh hitting, your gushing juices running down your thighs as they tremble, your voice cracking with a moan. It jarring how quickly you cum again.
Bucky can’t hold off, the way you squeeze him, your noises, the shine of sweat down your back. He grunts his hips stuttering in their pace, he lets your upper body down gently as he can manage whilst his orgasm overtakes him. The hot spurts rushing into you pushes a soft mewl from your chapped lips.
He leans over your body, panting hot breath against your shoulder, followed by a kiss to sweat-slick flesh. Then another, between his heavy breaths he kisses along your shoulder blade, down your spine, a soft bite to your plump behind you swat at him and he chuckles at your hand missing him.
Slowly turning you over he crawls up the bed laying next to you. Pulling you to him, his arms wrap around you, soft gentle words pour from his mouth.
“You’re such a good girl,” he kisses your cheek. “I’m so proud of you,” than the other cheek. “I’m so happy you are mine,” he kisses your nose.
“I love you,” his lips press gently to yours, arms keeping you tight against him. When he pulls his lips from yours he notches your head below his, chin resting on the crown of your head.
“I love you too,” exhaustion evident in your soft tones.
“And I’m so lucky that you do.” He gently rocks you against him, relishing having his girl with him again. Sorely tempted to tell Steve to suck it next time he asked him to do a long recon.
You pull away from him after a little bit, finally coming down you need a bit of breathing room. Feeling safe enough to leave your side Bucky hops out of bed to the bathroom to grab a wet washcloth, set on cleaning you up.
As he walks back into the bedroom with a washcloth with a blissful smile.
“Hey,” you call out Bucky hm’s as he gets between your legs cleaning you up.
“That was less than two hours.” You state a matter of fact.
“I kicked Sam out of the pilot seat and got us home faster.” You cover your mouth suffocating the laugh that bubbles up from his response.
“So impatient,” you tease.
“Eight fucking days doll.” He tosses the washcloth near or in the clothing bin he can’t be sure and crawls up your body, holding himself above you.
“Oh, I know.”
“Good, let me help you forget.” He leans down to capture your lips once more, intent on using that new toy a few more times tonight.
#bucky barnes x reader#Bucky Barnes x female reader#james bucky barnes x reader#Bucky Barnes x You#james bucky barnes x you#james buchanan barnes x reader#Steven grant Rogers x James Buchanan Barnes#smut#bucky smut#marvel smut#sage birthday gif
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ficlet for exr, grantaire making enj coffee and groggy enj 👀 domestic fluffy bullshit that we LIVE for
I actually had all one thousand words of this written before, featuring kid OCs.
With a groan, Enjolras blinks his eyes open and immediately reaches out to search for his husband. Usually, Grantaire would be curled up tightly and burrowing into Enjolras’s arms, but this morning apparently is an exception. Still shirtless and in sweatpants, Enjolras drags himself into the kitchen, following the smell of coffee and trying to shoo away the last dredges of sleep. A squeal causes him to wince a little.
“Daddy, put a shirt on!” Adrienne Enjolras-Grantaire shrieks as she hurries to cover her eyes. Enjolras tackles her in a hug and tousles her dark, fluffy hair. He does, however, comply and tugs on a random t-shirt that stretches around his broad shoulders. From the stove, Grantaire is very obviously trying to hide his smile by turning around when Enjolras lets go of Adrienne and approaches him.
“I didn’t get to wake you up with a kiss today,” Enjolras pouts while wrapping his arms around his husband’s waist. Grantaire is wearing one of Enjolras’s red sweaters, sleeves too long and flopping over his hands. “It’s the highlight of my morning, seeing you all cute and sleepy before Alex barges in.”
As if right on cue, a wild Alexandre Enjolras-Grantaire appears and asks, “Dad, Papa, what’s for breakfast?”
Grantaire turns in Enjolras’s arms and gives his cheek a quick peck. He turns to his son and replies pointedly, “Muffins, sweetheart. If your father ever wants to let me go, I can get them out of the oven.”
His statement is met with excited whispering, and Enjolras smiles and hugs Grantaire tightly. “I love you so much.”
“I’m not sure if you’re talking about me or my muffins, but I’ll take it.”
“Definitely your muffins. But you’re not so bad either.”
Grantaire tries to shove his husband away with a hand to that infuriating face of his, but Enjolras, smooth bastard that he is, catches that hand and brushes a kiss to Grantaire’s knuckles. Even after a decade and a half of marriage, Enjolras will never fail to bring a blush to Grantaire’s face. He takes a sip of coffee and kisses Grantaire. Excited whispers about muffins turn into groans about how gross they are.
The timer dings, so Grantaire pulls on ridiculous oven mitts, squeezes out from between his husband and the counter, and takes out a tray of perfectly shaped blueberry muffins. Alex and Adri don’t even try to hide their joy and immediately begin squabbling over who gets first pick. Before either of them could do anything, Enjolras reaches out and snags one, taking a bite and humming in delight. To the looks of shock on his children’s faces, he puts on a stern face and tells them, “I may advocate for equality in this household, but arguing over trivial matters like this gets you nowhere, as your other father likes to remind me.”
Grantaire leans over the back of his husband’s chair and gives him a sweet kiss. “Don’t be such a hypocrite, dear. We all know you would also start a fight over my muffins. Nobody else stands a chance against you when you put your mind towards something.”
“Okay, fine. But are you really complaining?” Enjolras asks as he pulls Grantaire into his lap. “I like to think your muffins are as important as government corruption or animal abuse.”
Alex and Adri listen in on their parents’ conversation, both chewing thoughtfully without uttering a word. Their friends at school talk about their parents, but none of them seem nearly as sappy and in love as Enjolras and Grantaire. Must be the perks of having two dads.
They eat together as one happy family, and Enjolras does the dishes before going back to the master bedroom to change into a suit. Grantaire sets up another canvas in his studio after making sure the kids were dressed for school. When Enjolras emerges from their bedroom, tie still untied, Grantaire makes his way over and knots it expertly with deft fingers. He leans up for a kiss and Enjolras complies, embracing him tightly. “Alright, Professeur. We can’t let you or the kids be late, now can we? Alex, Adri, come give Papa a hug!”
They comply, and Adri even kisses his cheek before wiping her mouth. “Your stubble is scratchy, Papa.”
Grantaire laughs and squeezes his daughter. “Don’t get in trouble at school,” he tells her, but bends down to whisper, “although Daddy and I won’t be too upset if it’s for a noble cause.”
Enjolras snorts, but Grantaire is already moving on to ruffle Alex’s golden curls, ignoring the teenage boy’s protests. “You, sweetheart, are too much like your other father. And not just because you look like him. Now, give me a kiss?”
Alex, already taller than Grantaire, leans down to kiss his other cheek and almost immediately wipes his mouth with the same protests as his sister’s. His father wipes away fake tears. “Why are all of you so tall? You’re gonna leave your poor Papa behind.”
Identical blue eyes roll so hard that they risk falling out of Enjolras and Alex’s heads. Enjolras presses one last kiss to Grantaire’s lips and tugs him into a quick hug before grabbing his suit jacket and hustling their kids out of the door. “Love you, bye.”
“Yes, okay, SHOO before you’re all late!”
Enjolras walks Alex and Adri to school, bending to kiss his daughter’s head and hugging his son. When he reaches Sciences Po, he slumps into his desk chair to take a breath before his first students arrive. He checks his phone to see that he’s received a picture from his husband. It’s a selfie of Grantaire in front of the remaining muffins they left on the table. His blue eyes are shining with mirth, and the accompanying text reads, “They’re kinda cute. Like you and the little muffins we managed to raise together.”
Enjolras, feeling sappy and terribly smitten with the man he married, types out a fast reply. “Don’t worry. You’re cuter, my love.”
Tooth-rotting, I swear.
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I swear, Malfoy. || Drarry Oneshot
5th year where Harry and Draco get themselves into a little bit of a sticky situation ;) ;)
"You're doing it wrong, Potter!" Draco snapped at Harry, smacking his hand away from the potion.
"I'm following the damn instructions, you git!" Harry retaliated, causing Draco to merely roll his eyes.
"You're following them wrong, obviously. You're stirring it the wrong way, cutting the vegetables wrong, and you're even adding them in, in the wrong order! Do we need to get you new glasses Potter? Because it doesn't seem like you can read!"
"God damn, Malfoy! I know what I'm doing! Just trust me."
"And why in the bloody fucking hell would I do that..?"
"Because-"
"Because you're the chosen one? Because you have a bloody scar on your forehead? Because you're a Gryffindor? Why in the hell should I listen to you?"
"Well if you'd let me finish-"
While the two boys argued, they left the potion simmering too long. It started to bubble, and bubble. Until...
A loud explosion like sound filled the room. The shimmery green potion blasted onto the two rivals. The entire class turned their heads, to see the cause of the noise.
"Let go of my hand, Potter!"
"I can't! You need to let go!"
"If I could've, i would've done so long ago!"
The two boys tried to tug their hands apart, but they seemed to be stuck together by a force, that the two of them were not powerful enough to overcome on their own.
The two stomped up to professor Snape and glared daggers at one another. If looks could kill, these two would be even more dead then Lily and James on that Halloween night.
"Professor!" Draco whined, tearing his eyes away from Harry. "We have a problem!"
Harry glared at the blonde Slytherin and rolled his eyes. Severus Snape raised a brow at the two of them, and looked them up and down.
"This is nothing new, Mr. Malfoy." The drawling voice of Severus Snape spoke sarcastically, causing Draco to groan.
"Professor! Now is the time!" Draco held up their hands and glared at it, as if it would magically allow their hands apart.
Snape had to stifle a snort as he saw the boy's hands. The two were always at each other's throats and this sight, was a priceless moment that he'd never let them live it down.
"Let me see your hands" Snape said as the boys slowly moved their conjoined hands to the greasy adult. He pulled out his wand and ran a few spells over it. "Well, the good news, is that its not permanent. "
"How long?" Harry demanded.
"A month."
"A month?!" The boys exclaimed at once.
"I can't be touching this for a whole month!"
Harry glared at Draco and rolled his eyes. "Is there any way to shorten the time we spend like this..?" He questioned, moving his gaze back to the Potions master.
"no. So get used to sleeping in the same bed, taking the same classes, and sitting at the same table in the great hall for the next month." The two boys groaned at once, causing Snape to roll his eyes.
At dinner, Harry immediately pulled Draco towards the Gryffindor table, much to Draco's dismay. Students stared as the two walked in, hand in hand. Harry sat down, and pulled the blonde down next to him, earning a yelp from the Slytherin. Hermione and Ron raised a brow at the pouting Slytherin then moved their gaze to Harry, demanding answers.
"Potions accident caused our hands to be like this" Harry held up their hands "for a month."
Hermione and Ron gave him looks of pity.
Draco stared at his plate and rolled his eyes. Harry glanced at him and raised a brow. "You can still eat one handed, you know."
Draco rolled his eyes once more and scoffed. "I know, that. I'm not stupid"
"I beg to differ.." Ron muttered and Draco glared at him. "What?"
"Don't you dare, Weasel. Don't act all innocent."
"I'm not acting innocent, ferret."
Draco's glare deepened and he clenched his fist that wasn't holding Harry's. Harry noticed, however and did the thing that first came to mind to stop them from fighting.
"Don't call me ferr-" he stopped and looked at his and Harry's conjoined hands, where Harry was rubbing circles on the back of Draco's. "What in the bloody fuck are you doing?"
Harry just shrugged, but didn't stop. Hermione and Ron eyed Harry curiously and he waved his hand to dismiss any ideas that they had.
After dinner, Snape then showed them the room they'd be staying in. It was a nice room, with scarlet colors (much to Draco's dismay) with one king sized bed.
"One bed?" Draco said with disgust, looking up at his godfather.
"Well, yes. Seeing the circumstances there's no other way" Snape said with a roll of his eyes.
"We could push two beds together." The blonde muttered and the two others in the room rolled their eyes.
"It's basically the same thing, Malfoy. You'd still have to sleep next to me either way" Harry raised a brow
"Precisely." The professor agreed before leaving the room.
Draco sighed and looked around. He scoffed. "Disgusting choice of colors."
Harry rolled his eyes. "Just, come on. I'm tired and in need of sleep."
"Potter?"
Harry looked at him. "Hm?"
"How do we get changed?"
"I swear, Malfoy. It's not that hard. We simply Diffindo the sleeves, and then fix them right after. You're a wizard aren't you?"
Draco rolled his eyes and looked away. "Shove off Potter. "
After immense amount of struggle, they are dressed and in bed. Draco is facing away from harry, and Harry is facing Draco's back.
Harry stared at back of the blonde's head. He sighed and fell asleep.
The scarred male was jolted awake by his arm being pulled. His eyes shot open. He was about to go off on Malfoy about waking him up, when he saw the condition he was in.
The Slytherin was shaking and was curled into a ball. He tried to force back the tears, but that wasn't working. He had his other hand over his mouth the muffle the sobs.
"Malfoy..?" Harry whispered softly. Draco just shook his head. Harry tried to rub circles on the back of his hand once more, and it seemed to work a little.
They sat like that for a few minutes, Draco trying to calm down. He had woken up from a nightmare about his father, and he couldn't stop himself.
After he calmed down enough, where he wasn't spilling tears and the sobs weren't threatening to sound. He was still shaking, but not as much.
"What happened..?" Harry asked quietly.
"Nothing." Draco snapped back harshly and Harry sighed.
"Mal- Draco it was obviously something, you were-"
"Shouldn't you be enjoying the experience of seeing me vulnerable? Great, now just don't tell anyone."
Harry shook his head. "I wouldn't enjoy that, I don't want to see anyone as scared like that-"
"I don't need your pity."
Before Harry could say something back, Draco stood up, as an effect, Harry was pulled up as well.
Draco grabbed his wand and recklessly cut the sleeves so he could slip it off his arm. Harry grabbed his wand hand with a look of worry on his face.
"Careful! You're going to hurt yourself!"
Draco just glared at him and rolled his eyes. After he finished changing he looked to Harry. "Aren't you going to change...?"
Harry shrugged, and the blonde groaned. "I will not be stuck to someone who doesn't change out of their dirty clothes"
"Oh well, you're going to have to, because you can't make me." Harry said
Draco glared and took that as a challenge. He unbuttoned the other's shirt with a stern look. He carefully Diffindo'd the sleeve and pulled it off of Harry, he grabbed another shirt and threw it at the boy.
"There. Now you have to put this on, or else people will question why you're holding my hand, and without a shirt. It'll be suspicious, don't you think?" Draco smirked and Harry rolled his eyes, glaring.
Harry put it on, mumbling something about him being a prat.
"Now do I need to do the same with your pants?" Draco's smirk grew and Harry blushed.
"No. Turn away"
Draco obeyed and looked away, letting the other change one handed.
After they were changed, they headed down to breakfast.
"My table" Draco said pulling Harry before he could argue. They sat down in front of Pansy and Blaise.
"Potter." Pansy addressed with a nod.
"Parkinson" Harry looked at her. Blaise was smirking at Draco who was glaring daggers.
"How's this incident treating you two?" Pansy asked as Harry took a bite of his food.
"It's a struggle" Harry shrugged as he glanced at Draco, who was pushing his food around with a fork. "do I need to feed you? You didn't eat dinner."
Draco looked at him with a raised brow. "What? No."
"Then, eat."
Draco didn't respond and tried to make conversation with Blaise. Harry glared and pulled Draco's plate closer to himself. He took the fork, put a bit of food on it and raised it. He took his chin and forced Draco's gaze onto himself. Harry squeezed their conjoined hands tightly.
"God damn! Careful Po-" Harry took the chance of Draco's mouth being open and pushed the fork inside. He glared at Harry and chewed it up before muttering "prat."
Harry smirked. "Now continue to eat, or I'll continue to feed you"
Draco rolled his eyes but took the plate back nonetheless. Pansy and Blaise shared knowing looks.
Back in the dorm, Harry and Draco were sitting on the bed in silence.
"Potter?"
"Yes?"
"Why did you do that, at breakfast?"
"Because."
"Do you care about me?" Draco asked in a mock tone
Harry rolled his eyes, but didn't respond.
"Potter?"
"What?"
"You care about me."
"... I swear, Malfoy-"
"And I care about you."
#drarry#draco x harry#hogwarts#hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry#hands#holding hands#Harry is a little shit#but we still love him#draco and harry#they mess up a potion#and they were roommates
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