#he did this when they first moved into the area
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The Deal
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Pairing | frat/fuck boy!Robert Fisher x reader
Summary | You’re supposed to be tutoring Robert but he needs your help “taking care of something” before he can focus.
Warnings | Smut, public sex, dumbification, “accidental” creampie, fingering, kissing, him being kinda pervy, a little degradation, technically misogyny, coercion?, praise.
Words | 2.2 k
Notes | ty @hllywdwhre for all your help 😭🙏🏻
Ao3 link | <3
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Ever since the first time you tutored Robert at his place and he fucked you, you refused to go anywhere private for your sessions. Which usually meant you’d meet up at the library or a cafe. Today was no different. You met him at the library at 4 pm and, as always, he couldn’t keep his eyes off of your body.
“Robert, you actually have to look at what I’m writing to learn this.” You huffed, getting annoyed when you caught him staring at your tits for the fifth time in barely ten minutes.
“It’s not my fault you’re showing them off. I thought nerds were supposed to be prudes.” He smirked, making you blush a little. Honestly you didn’t get why Robert was paying for you to tutor him in the first place. He clearly didn’t care about learning the material.
“I’m not... “showing them off.’” You muttered. “If you want to actually pass this class, you should figure out how to pay attention.” He smirked at your attempt to be stern with him.
“You know, I’d be able to pay attention if my dick wasn’t hard.” He said casually, making you choke on your spit as your eyes widened. You still weren’t used to him talking like that. “And you look so fuckable in that sluttly little skirt.” His gaze dragged down your body to stare at your bare thighs.
“Robert, stop.” You warned, making his smirk widen.
“You said you want me to pay attention.” He said coyly. “So you can either get under the table and suck me off or we can go somewhere more private and I can fuck my load into that tight little cunt I haven’t been able to stop thinking about for the past month.” His voice was low and thick with arousal, and you swallowed audibly when his eyes fluttered back up to your face.
“N-no. We’re not doing that again, it was a mistake.” You cringed when you heard the waver in your voice.
“A mistake? Baby, if it was a mistake then why did it feel so good?” He purred.
“I’m serious, Robert.” You’re not the type of girl who partakes in one night stands and you’ve felt embarrassed and ashamed for weeks because of how easily you gave into temptation.
“So am I.” All of the amusement in this tone was suddenly gone. “Either stand up or get on your fucking knees.” You couldn’t help it when your thighs squeezed together a little from his words. “Well?” He asked impatiently. You bit your lip and looked away, trying to convince yourself that you didn’t want to do this again. And yet…
His smirk returned when you reluctantly got to your feet. “Good girl.” You followed him to the back of the library and once you were in a secluded area, he pushed you up against a shelf before pressing his lips to yours in a bruising kiss, forcing a muffled sound of surprise from you. His hands roamed your body, squeezing your breasts, going down the curve of your waist to your hips, then down even further to feel the soft skin of your thighs. As one hand snaked up underneath your skirt and cupped your heat, he let out a low groan into the kiss.
“God- I’ve missed this fucking cunt.” He whispered, moving down to start kissing over your neck. “And these tits.” His free hand pushed both your top and your bra up above your breasts.
“Robert, wait.” You whispered, trying to pull it back down. But he quickly leaned forward and took your nipple into his mouth, suckling on the hardened bud, effectively keeping you from covering yourself. “Someone could walk by.” You whispered more urgently this time, then gasped when his hand suddenly slipped in your panties to start rubbing your clit.
“Shh… Just be quiet and we’ll be fine, baby.” He murmured against you before simultaneously moving his mouth to your other nipple and pushing two fingers inside you. He let out a low, appreciative moan when he felt the tightness of your walls practically suffocating just two fingers. “I forgot how fucking tight you are.” He groaned, curling his fingers against your walls, making your hands fly up to cling to his shoulders.
“Robert.” You whimpered. He suddenly bit your nipple lightly, making you gasp as your hips bucked.
“I can’t believe I’ve gone all these years fucking the whores who throw themselves at me and not the nerds who keep their cunts nice and tight by not sleeping around.” He chuckled, pulling back to look at you as he pushed a third finger in. You let your head fall back against the shelf as your mouth opened in a silent moan, your hips just barely grinding on his hand. You could feel the bulge in his pants pushing against your leg now and you started panting at just the thought of what was about to happen.
When your back arched slightly, jutting your exposed breasts out more, he cursed under his breath and removed his fingers to start unbuckling his belt and opening his pants. You gasped as he suddenly spun you around and bent you forward a little. Wasting no time, he swiftly pulled your panties down just below your ass, then used one hand to hold your hip, while the other lined his cock up with your entrance.
“Wait— Condom.” You said quickly, making him pause. He huffed but released you and you looked over your shoulder, watching him pull out his wallet and look through it
“I don’t have one.” You bit your lip and glanced down at his cock. It was already beading precum and so incredibly flushed— your cunt pulsed at the thought of it finally inside you again.
“Okay- okay, just pull out.” You said firmly and he nodded before eagerly getting back into position. “I’m serious, Robert.” You said, making him roll his eyes.
“I know— I will.” He said impatiently. Once you got his verbal agreement, you turned back around, letting him line up again. The thick head of his cock dragged through your slit, spreading your arousal before pushing up against your hole. When his cock breached your entrance, you had to bite your lip to muffle the whimper that slipped out. He continued pushing deeper until his hips were flush with your ass and you let out a shaky breath as your walls struggled to accommodate the intrusion.
“Fuck- ease up, you’re practically forcing me out.” He grunted, moving both hands to hold your hips as he paused.
“Sorry.” You whimpered. You didn’t really know why you were apologizing though since you couldn’t help how tight you were. He kept a firm grip on your hips as he slowly dragged his hips back and when he moved forward again, your legs trembled and you quickly clung to the shelf to hold yourself up.
“I swear… this is the best pussy I’ve ever fucked.” He said through a breath, making you whine quietly. “Wraps perfectly around my cock.” He started thrusting a little faster now, but not fast enough to make too much noise. You had to cover your mouth with your hand because you were getting just a little too loud and you knew Robert wouldn’t stop because of that. If anything he’d probably fuck you harder just to make you moan louder.
When he leaned over you so your back was flush with his front, then grabbed your breasts, you bit down on your hand, trying to stay quiet. Robert squeezed and groped you greedily before focusing on your nipples, rolling them between his fingers until you were gasping out.
“I bet the only reason you wanted to have these sessions here was so that I’d finally rail you in public, out where anyone could get a free show.” You whimpered and squeezed your eyes shut as you shook your head a little. “I felt your cunt tighten up when I said that…” He scoffed in response to your weak protest. “Who would’ve guessed that the nerd was actually a little whore.” He chuckled, making your cheeks burn with a dark blush.
“You wear these slutty tops that show off your tits, these tiny little skirts that barely cover anything…” He stood straight again and flipped your skirt up, giving him a clearer view of your ass bouncing with each thrust. “And fuck— when you wear those fucking glasses, I swear I get harder than I thought was physically possible.”
“Robert..” You whimpered, the sound coming out muffled beneath your hand as you reached down to rub your clit that was throbbing almost painfully by now.
“I know.” He cooed mockingly. “You’re so smart all the time… I bet you’ve just been waiting for someone to finally fuck you into the brainless bimbo you pretend not to be, huh?”
“Oh god…” You sobbed quietly, knees buckling as you got closer to your release.
“You get a cock in this needy little cunt and all that IQ just disappears instantly.” He chuckled, the sound a deep rumble as he tried to stay quiet. “I’ll make you a deal. I’ll let you tutor me if I get to fuck all those thoughts out of your pretty little head after. How does that sound, baby?” You mewled and nodded, back arching, unintentionally pushing your hips into his. “Good girl.” He said through a breathy laugh.
His hands settled on your hips again and he sped up even more. He wasn’t holding you enough to keep you from falling to the floor as your legs turned to jelly, so you had to take the hand off of your mouth and hold yourself up, wanting to keep rubbing your clit. All you could focus on was Robert, his cock, and your impending orgasm.
“Wanna come.” You whined, making him laugh again.
“Yeah? Does that needy pussy want to cream all over my cock?” He cooed, his mocking only pushing you closer to the edge. When you mewled and nodded again, he said, “Go ahead, baby. Show me how much you love being my bimbo bitch.”
You rubbed your clit impossibly faster, now chasing your orgasm more eagerly since you had his permission. When the knot of arousal in your stomach finally snapped, your knees buckled, almost sending you to the floor, but Robert held you up and pushed you into the bookshelf a little more to keep you from falling. Wave after wave of pleasure rolled through you and you tried to keep your sounds quiet, but with his cock still fucking you relentlessly, your efforts were unavailing.
Robert was moaning quietly behind you at the feeling of your walls convulsing around his cock and with one final grunt, he pulled your hips back to meet his thrust. You whined as his cock twitched with each rope of come that spurted out, painting your walls. The sounds he was letting out were starting to make you needy all over again, but soon enough they quieted into heavy breathing as he rested his body on yours, panting against your neck.
“Fuck…” He hissed, finally leaning up again and slowly dragging his hips back until his cock slipped out of your fluttering hole. He pushed you down farther so that your torso was almost parallel to the floor, then grabbed your ass cheeks and spread you open, watching his come dribble out of your puffy folds.
His come.
Fuck.
“Robert.” You whined once you realized that he didn’t pull out.
“What?” He asked absentmindedly, playing with your sensitive pussy and pushing his come back inside before pulling your panties up around your hips.
“You said you’d pull out..” You heard clothes rustling, then he was lifting you up and turning you around to fix your own clothes.
“Sorry, baby, I forgot.” He said, with no remorse in his tone. “You just felt so good.” You stared up at him through your lashes as you pouted. When he realized you were about to say something again, he pulled you into another kiss. You draped your arms over his shoulders, needing a little help standing on your legs that still felt like jelly.
“Excuse me!” An offended voice said from the end of the aisle. You both turned to look, finding one of the older librarians standing there with a cart full of books to be reshelved. “That’s hardly appropriate for this setting.” She scoffed.
“I’m so sorry, ma’am. Thank you for the warning, it won’t happen again.” Robert said with an ingratiating tone as he placed his hand on your lower back to guide you past her. She even blushed when he gave her that charming smile he usually uses to get what he wants.
As you walked back to the table, he leaned down to speak against your ear. “Next week I’ll see you at my place. I expect you to uphold your end of the deal.” Your fucked out brain could barely even remember what he was talking about when he said “the deal” but you blushed when you realized what you technically agreed to just a few minutes ago. Maybe you were still cock drunk… but the idea didn’t seem too bad now.
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Barry leaves, asking Rafe to watch his sister, who overhears and objects. Despite her attempts to seduce Rafe, He declines. That night after Barry goes to sleep he confesses his love to her and they have passionate slow sex
Rafe Cameron × Barry's little sister!reader
warnings: p in v (protected), fingering, light oral (fem receiving)
word count: 2.2k
author's note: I hope what I did here is not dissapointing you bestie 💕and if I'ma 100% honest with you, my brain never comes up with anything for Rafe so this is a blessing because I need to write him more (accidentally wanted to write "need to ride him" there lol)
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You're standing in the kitchen of your trailer, your big brother and his friend Rafe are sitting on the couch just a few feet away from you. You never intend to eavesdrop on them, especially because you really don't want to know about all the illegal shit your brother gets up to. You've learned to keep out of Barry's business and only ever do something when he specifically asks you to. Like the one time he needed you to smuggle something over the border, so you packed your suitcase, and your innocent best friend, and had a girl's trip. No one would suspect a cute and innocent looking girl like you to be the sister of one of the biggest fish in the OBX.
“I need you to stay here, make sure no one comes around and tries anything while I go pick up the new shit,” Barry says in a low voice, not wanting you to listen of course.
“Isn't she old enough, though?” Rafe asks and you smile into yourself a little. You like that he trusts you more than your brother does, but then again it's the simple brotherly instinct to want to have you taken care of. And who better to do that then his best friend. Of course.
“Just keep an eye on her,” Barry sighs.
“I don't need a babysitter,” you speak up and turn around to look at them both.
“Who said anything about babysitting?” Rafe cocks his eyebrow up, trying his best to seem innocent.
“Exactly,” Barry hesitates. “Rafe will just wait for me here until I get back. No babysitting. Just waiting and you're here too, sis.”
“Ugh, you guys are the worst,” you groan and walk back into your room.
You decide to go through your closet, putting on a pair of dungarees over a simple red top first and walking back into the living area. Barry had left already, and you decided to play a little game with Rafe, unbeknownst to him.
“What do you think?” you ask and twirl around, and he lifts his head to look at you.
“Cute,” he notes and dips his head again, looking back to his phone.
You go and try on something else. A mini skirt and loop top, showing off your belly button piercing.
“How about this?” you ask him again and this time his eyes linger for a little longer, but he just shrugs.
“Looks good to me.”
You groan and stomp back into your room. Picking out a shirt that is basically see-through and a pair of hot pants that really should probably not count as pants, but panties.
You step back out and walk straight over to him, placing yourself in front of him and twirling your hair.
Rafe's eyes get stuck on your tits before he looks up at you and gulps. “That's something,” he rasps and lifts his hips in his seat, but he doesn't go further.
Not only are you frustrated because none of your attempts have shown any real effect, but also because all you want is for him to just fuck you. It's not really that easy to find a guy when you have a brother who threatens anyone you even think about bringing home. But Rafe's at your place basically every single day. Barry finds him trustworthy enough to stay with you while he's out. And on top of that, you know of the rumors. You know of Rafe's reputation. He takes what he wants, and he doesn't leave until he's satisfied. That's what you wanted for yourself. Especially for your first time.
Which is why it also doesn't make sense to you that he hasn't made a move on you yet, especially considering how you always flirt with him as soon as Barry leaves the room.
You decide to let it go, instead only putting on an oversized shirt, no bra and a pair of shorts. Your usual look, basically.
When you come back out, Rafe's already looking at you, he's smiling.
“I like that one too,” he says, and you roll your eyes.
“Whatever.”
“Since when do you have a piercing?” Rafe asks and watches you sit down on the other end of the couch.
“Few months ago. Thought if I hide it long enough, my brother can't tell me off about it anymore,” you shrug, bored out of your mind really. And you don't realize that Rafe keeps talking to you about you, and not just about random shit like usually. He asks about your favorite things, and he doesn't even make fun of you for how polar opposite it all is to how people perceive you.
No one would expect a trailer park chick to be a math nerd, or like classical music the same amount as rap. But Rafe finds it fascinating. He's practically enamored by you, but you're too stuck in your head to even really notice it.
“This is prolly the best shit I had in months,” Barry grins while walking in, taking a small bag of shit out of his backpack and throwing it towards Rafe. “Think we can at least triple that,” he says, and goes to stash the rest.
Rafe is dipping his pinky into the powder and rubs it on his gums. “Oh, that's good,” he nods and leans back.
They spend the rest of the night talking about how much they can take for it and the usual split. And you just sit there, watching and listening and zoning out and thinking about more fun things, like, what if Rafe didn't just see Barry's little sister in you.
The night progresses and you go to your room, telling them you're tired, when you really are just not in the mood to listen to them any longer.
That's how you found yourself, two hours later, lying in your bed, body turned away from the door but still wide awake when the door opens and closes with a soft creak.
“Y/n?” Rafe asks and you pretend to be asleep. “Are you awake?”
You keep your eyes closed in case he walks around your bed to check on it, but he doesn't, instead he just sits down next to you and sighs.
“I don't know how to keep doing this, to keep pretending like I don't care,” he whispers, and your heart starts beating a little faster. “But I can't do what I want to either. I'm not supposed to- Fuck, y/n, I wish I could tell you how much I love you,” he sighs, and you rip your eyes open.
“You what?” You flip around and stare at him.
Rafe looks at you, completely flabbergasted, he really didn't expect you to hear him. But now it's too late, and he can't take it back anymore. “I'm in love with you,” he whispers, and you sit up. “And I don't- I can't keep going like this, not when you do shit like today and all I can think of is bending you over and fucking you until you beg me to stop.”
“Then do it,” you whisper.
“What?”
“Fuck me.” You look at him and he shakes his head.
“Barry would kill me.”
“I don't care about my brother. I don't want my brother. I want you,” you tell him and lean in to kiss him.
It's a gentle peck that you place on his soft lips. Rafe takes his hands up to hold onto your neck as he reciprocates the kiss, harshly and with a demanding manner that makes you feel like putty in his hands.
You try to stay quiet, but the way his tongue presses against yours makes you want to moan louder than you ever anticipated from a simple kiss. But Rafe knows what he wants, and now that he's had a taste, he's not stopping.
His hands find your waist, running up and taking your shirt off you. Rafe stops kissing you to admire your body, hands groping at the flesh of your tits, and you have to bite your lip to not moan.
“Take off your shirt,” you whisper, and he follows suit, throwing it somewhere on the floor before starting to kiss down your body. Lips trailing down your neck to the valley of your breasts, then farther down, sucking your piercing between his teeth before kissing your clothed clit.
“You smell so good, baby,” he moans against your cunt, before slapping against your thigh, and you instinctively lift your hips and let him take off your slip.
“If that's not the prettiest pussy I've seen in my life,” Rafe hums before licking a stride up your slick folds and closing his lips around your sensitive bud. Shallow moans and quiet gasps leave you as you grasp into his hair, trying to hold onto anything you can get your hands on while he edges you on.
“More, please, Rafe,” you beg and he looks up with a smirk.
“Want me to fuck you, baby?”
“Yes, please, please.”
Rafe thrusts his fingers into your tight hole and your back arches up. His fingers curl up and prod against your walls, making you squirm under him.
“God, you're tight, it's almost like-” he stops and looks at you. “Have you never had sex?”
You feel ashamed at first, but you can't lie, you know he's gonna find out eventually. So you shake your head and hope he doesn't mind.
“Jesus, baby, you should've said something. I would've come over and fucked you way earlier if that's all you wanted this whole time,” he whispers and kisses you, his hand still working on your pussy until you feel like you're about to explode.
“Cum for me, baby, I know you want to. Soak my fingers,” he growls into your ear, and you let go. Your moans are swallowed by his lips on yours and his fingers fuck you through your high until you lie there, panting and happier than ever.
“Need more,” you rasp and pull on his shorts, trying to open the button.
“Really needy, aren't you,” Rafe chuckles and gets up to take off his shorts and boxers. Your eyes go wide when you see how big he is. Maybe it wasn't the best idea to pick Rafe of all people for your first time, but there’s no going back now. You watch him pump his dick a few times before rolling on a condom and coming back to kneel between your legs.
“You have to tell me if it hurts. I don't wanna hurt you,” he says, and you nod, biting your lips in anticipation.
His tip nudges your hole, and you take a deep breath as he starts pushing into you. Forgetting that he wanted to go slow, Rafe bottoms out, and you feel like you're being split in two.
“Shit, are you okay?” he asks, and you nod, trying to not cry from the stinging feeling.
“Go slow, please,” you whisper, and he kisses you, distracting you from the pain between your legs.
He pulls out slowly and pushes back into you, groaning quietly against the skin on your neck. Your hands are clasping his shoulders and your legs are wrapped around his middle, letting him hit even deeper inside you with his shallow thrusts.
“You feel so good, baby. This pussy is made for me,” Rafe muses, kissing your neck and sucking on the soft skin, leaving marks for days. Your mind is dazed. The pain you had felt just minutes before is replaced with pure pleasure and the way he longingly stares into your eyes.
You didn't expect him to be so gentle with you, but now that you have it, you want nothing more than to do it over and over again.
“Fuck, you're so tight,” Rafe grunts, gradually fasting his pace. He pulls out almost completely, leaving you empty and babbling for more until he slams back in, holding onto the headboard of your bed so it doesn't hit against the wall.
“You're mine. My girl,” Rafe grunts and rams into you another time.
“Yours,” you moan softly, still trying to keep quiet and not wake your brother next door. But Rafe seems to have forgotten about it.
His right hand comes down to hold onto your neck, and he starts pounding into you harsher and faster than you thought possible. Maybe he really wants to try to impale you with his cock, and you know you'd let him. It's overwhelming, and you feel the band inside you go tighter with each heavy thrust.
“Let go, baby, I got you,” Rafe looks down at you and smiles, you can feel it inside of you, the warmth, and then you're lost. It feels like you're falling and when he pushes into you deeper and halts, you're caught again.
Your poor cunt won't stop clenching even after he had pulled out and disposed of the condom. You're hot and cold at the same time, like a storm had just washed over you and left you speechless.
“Next time we do this, you can be as loud as you want to, baby,” Rafe whispers and kisses your neck, holding you tightly in his arms before you both drift into a deep slumber.
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Can you write a Bambi eyes Drabble where rafe does anal with reader for the first time ?
a/n: this got a little freaky :)
Warnings: dark!daddy!rafe x reader, medfet, DUBCON, fingering, vibrator, bondage, bambi/reader is 18+ DO NOT INTERACT IF YOU ARE A MINOR
Some nights, Rafe pushed you to your limits. Typically, those were the days where he was most mentally strained. You knew he'd expect more from you when you heard him arguing over the phone or getting short with Lana. In the moment, your heart raced and you let your fear creep in but Rafe was always much nicer in the morning. It was a good thing that you helped him get out his frustrations.
“Don’t squirm so much,” He told you, his hands on your hips to keep you still. You were bent over the edge of your bed, your hands constrained to each side by white cuffs. You weren’t particularly fond of the restraints, especially when you were naked as you were often left shivering, your nipples perking up from the cold.
You felt a cold gel as it was squeezed out over your exposed holes, “I know it’s cold, little girl. You’re being such a good patient for Daddy.” It was a game and you were to pretend you were at the hospital recieving an exam and Rafe was your Doctor. It wasn’t far off from your imagination, Rafe always kissed your bruises and put on your bandaids. You also knew he was much smarter than you.
Before he’d restrained you to bed, he’d given you a bath, paying special attention to an area that he hadn’t paid much attention to before. Now, with gloved fingers, he was paying even closer attention to that area, “Daddy,” You whined as he pressed his middle finger against your hole, “It feels weird.”
“What did I just say? I have to take a look down here, make sure my little girl is nice and healthy,” You squeezed your lips together and tried to hold in your mewls, “You’re so tight here, little girl. Too tight.”
“I’m sorry,” You dipped your head further down, your face heating with embarrassment.
“Don’t worry, I’m going to stretch you,” You winced as he pushed his finger deeper and a yelp escaped your lips as he pushed in until you felt his knuckles against your bottom cheeks, “Shhh, stay still.
“Too much, too much!” You rushed out as he slowly pulled his fingers out, “It’s too much, Daddy. I think–”
Rafe interrupted your nervous ramblings by landing several spanks on your exposed bottom. Tears pricked your eyes and you felt your heart beat coming up your throat, “It’s supposed to hurt at first, it’ll get easier,” He tried to assure you although you sensed a harshness in his tone, “Listen, don’t yell.”
“I-I’m sorry, Doctor.”
“You gonna be a good little patient, now? If you don’t behave I’ll have to start all over.”
“I will be a good patient, Daddy.”
“Good girl. You’re much tighter than Daddy expected,” You heard him moving around the room although you couldn’t see exactly what he had grabbed. When he heard a soft vibrating, your mind filled in the blank. It made you feel relieved for only a moment because once again, Rafe’s latex finger was pressing against your tight entrance, “You’re gonna cum with Daddy’s finger in your ass, okay?”
It was rhetorical, you realized, but nodded anyways. Rafe pressed the large head of a vibrator to your clit just as he pushed inside of you, “I’ll give you a few minutes,” Rafe continued, “If you can cum three times with Daddy’s fingers in your ass then we can stop for the night.”
“I-I’ll try.”
With the vibrator on high, you reached your first orgasm quickly but the pain cut your pleasure short. You could give him two more. It was a good thing that you helped him get out his frustrations.
“Attagirl, Bambi.”
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A brief scenario of Simon teaching gn!reader how to drive a motorcycle.
“Are you sure you’re not supposed to be on the back seat?” you asked as you balanced yourself on the motorbike.
You put both hands on the handle, holding the brakes while Simon flipped up the kickstand with one hand holding the back handle.
The two of you now were idle in the edge of an empty field near where you live. The area was fairly empty and Simon picked this place specifically for convenience of teaching you how to drive a motorcycle.
One day, you brought it up to him that you wanted to learn how to and Simon was on board immediately, without doubt. He did not even have to know if the reason was practical or because you wanted to do something that was of his interest. He did not care other than that you wanted to learn something from him.
“I could, but it’s going to be heavier for you,” Simon explained.
“Then, what if I fall? Or crash?” you questioned.
“Believe it or not, love, I might sound cruel, but it’s part of the process. You’ll fall or crash at some point, but my job here to make sure that it’s not going to be too bad of an accident,” Simon explained.
Looking at him disappointedly, Simon translated your face as concerned.
“I’ll be right next to you, I will catch up if you go too fast,” Simon promised. “Just remember to not panic.”
“You’re saying it like it’s easy,” you said.
“I believe in you,” Simon assured. “In fact, I wouldn’t be surprised if at the end of the day you’d be the one driving us home.”
Those first four words alone injected you with a sheer of confidence. It could be his tone, it could be his voice, or whatever. Maybe it was Simon all the way since he had always had that effect on you.
“Okay,” you nodded. “What do I do from here?”
“Turn the key,” Simon instructed, followed by you doing as he said. “Hold the break and press the started.”
The bike started humming into life.
“Then?” you asked.
“You loose the brake and… slowly accelerate,” Simon said. “Slowly. You’ll know when to take your foot off the ground.”
So, as he said, you slowly and carefully twisted the accelerator, feeling the bike vibrating more the more you cranked it up. The digital rev counter started to raise from 0 to around 10 and you eventually started to feel the bike moving forwards.
“Yeah, keep going,” Simon encouraged.
At some point, you lifted your foot off the ground and actually started going forwards as the counter keep rising.
“Doing good, love,” Simon commented, now lightly jogging next to you. “Don’t go too fast yet.”
For some reason, you kept looking at the counter that now had reached the number 20 and hearing Simon telling you not to go too fast caught you a little bit off guard. In result, you accidentally cranked the accelerator, but also immediately following it by gripping both brakes at the same time.
Before you knew it, you advanced past Simon and your balance was off.. Not even on the next second, you ended up on the ground with one of your foot trapped under the bike.
As any other time you messed up and ended up on the ground, the pain was nothing compared to the embarrassment. So, you started off with a little chuckle as you, with Simon’s help, pulled the bike up.
“Are you alright?” Simon asked, flipping down the kickstand with his foot and twisted the key to turn the bike off.
“I’m fine,” you said.
“Did I startle you? I’m so sorry, love,” Simon said.
“No, I’m just… well, I mean, a little, but that shouldn’t have stopped me,” you said.
“Well, now we both know something we shouldn’t do,” Simon said. “Now, let me have a look at your foot.”
“It doesn’t feel so bad,” you admitted, looking at your own foot, twisting it around so you both could see all sides of it. “The shoes softened the impact.”
“Just a bit of scratch. Let me know if it’s hurting, yeah?” Simon replied.
“Yeah,” you nodded.
“Alright. You ready to get back on?” Simon asked.
“Sure,” you nodded.
Whilst getting back on the driving position, you tried to remember the feeling of driving the bike right before you fell.
“Now that I think about it, I do feel that I was gripping the handles really tightly,” you said holding your upper arm before continuing, “It’s a bit tight here.”
“Yeah? Just remember to relax a little this time,” Simon said.
“Alright,” you nodded.
“Ready?” Simon asked.
You nodded.
From there, you redid the start up. This time, you did better than the previous one. Simon was smoothly jogging along next to you and letting out some encouragements every now and again. When it came to it, he instructed you on how to take a turn and how to eventually stop when you reached the full lap.
You did another lap with Simon simply jogging next to you. Eventually, his pace got faster and faster, following your own on the bike.
Stopping at the end of the lap again, you and Simon took a moment to rest. You sat next to the bike, drinking your water. Simon, right away, started to gently massaged your arm where you very earlier on said that you felt a little bit of stiffness on.
After some time, you decided to continue.
“Now, how ‘bout you get on the backseat?” you asked once you turned the bike on and was ready to move.
“Are you sure?” Simon asked.
“Yeah. Unless you don’t want to in case I fall again,” you answered.
“Won’t happen,” Simon assured. “Now, hold on tight and make sure you balanced the bike. There’s going to be a little bit of a shift when I get on.”
You gripped the brakes and propped both feet on the ground. Simon carefully got on the bike. As he said, there was a shift, but once he was settled, his balance supported yours in a way.
“Ready?” you asked.
“Ready,” Simon answered.
With that, you started the drive again. There was a difference on the drive now you had someone on the backseat. As Simon said, it was quite heavier on the accelerator, but otherwise it all felt almost the same.
Having an additional weight did caught you a little bit off guard during the turn and, in a state of panic, you gripped both brakes and ended up with the two of you being thrown forwards.
Luckily, Simon managed to keep the bike upwards with the only casualty being him pressing you against the handles.
“Are you hurt?” Simon immediately asked, his arms now holding the handles, entraping you, but not squeezing.
Again, it was probably the adrenaline, but the embarrassment somehow felt more painful than the little bit of pain you felt.
“No, just surprised,” you chuckled.
“Are you sure?” Simon continued.
“Yeah,” you nodded. “Let me continue.”
“Alright,” Simon replied.
However, you both only stayed there for a moment.
“You can let go, boo,” you said.
“Right, yeah,” Simon said, realising that he still had his arms around you.
One more time, you did the start up and did a couple of laps.
When the two of you decided to go home, you volunteered to drive and, as he said earlier, Simon was not surprised.
Did the journey home went smoothly? Not as much as when Simon was driving. Did you both get home uninjured? Not entirely per the previous incidents. However, Simon was glad that he got to spend the day out with you. Surely today would be something that he thought about for quite a few months in the future.
Simon was just proud that you wanted to learn something, actually learned it, and got him involved.
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Ooo I have been loving ALL your fics and your robert fischer one gave me an idea… the reader is a call girl who grew up poor, he hires us and after a while slowly falls in love with her and feels guilty and happy ending for both of my sad babies🥹
pov - robert fischer x reader
hi anon! I'M SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG but i love this - robert fischer will always be a soft character in my mind, i feel like he's just...like that. i just feel like he's a sad and lonely guy with the sweetest heart - i need a robert fischer in my life fr.
summary: as a call girl, your life was chaotic. ever since you were a little girl you had struggled with both self acceptance and self love, but you suddenly meet a client who changes your perspective of everything you thought you knew.
warnings: smut 18+ minors dni!!, oral (fem!receiving), p in v, kissing, swearing, mentions of toxic household, daddy issues, mentions of escorting/prostitution lol
…to be loved is to be changed.
you never know when you'll meet the one that changes everything - fate is funny that way. you don't know when they'll show up in your life, maybe you already know them, maybe you don't.
"god, you have no idea what it's like for me! i was struggling to pay my tuition. i'm doing what i have to do to get by, mom!" you scream, tears streaming down your face.
"then go get a job," she yelled back at you, "being some old mans escort is not a real job!"
"i'm- jesus, i'm a call girl it's- it's just different, okay? and it pays well. i can't continue to pay for college if i don't do this. you know a regular job doesn't pay shit." you say, your hands trembling as you argued with your mom.
the one figure in your life that was supposed to show you unconditional love wasn't there for you; but you didn't hold any animosity towards her. she was struggling as much as you were. did.
not anymore.
you hated this - fighting and arguing with her. it hurt you deeply. but, you did what you had to do to get by. your father wasn't in the picture, and your mother worked two jobs but that was barely enough to make ends meet.
your whole childhood was tumultuous, you grew up in a home with a single parent, the other one gone without a trace. you didn't know love growing up, and honestly, it fucked up your perception of the world - of the word love.
you put your all into school; it was the only thing that distracted you from your home life, and you were good at it. you managed to get pretty good grades in high school, no less than an A- in any subject you took, and post-graduation, you got into a pretty good college in your area.
you had moved out the day you turned eighteen, eager and excited to go out and blossom in life; but reality hit you, hard.
rent was expensive, and paying for college? god, that was a struggle in itself. you worked the odd job here and there, whether it was a cashier job or waitressing job, but neither paid enough. you did a little online research and came across escorting. the only thing that really enticed you was the paycheque - and my goodness was it a hefty one.
you kept this life of yours a secret - but you told your mom the truth earlier when she came by to visit you. she was surprised to see the apartment you were living in; decked out and lavish. she'd asked you where you had gotten the money to pay for this from, and you told her what you were doing.
turns out your mother wasn't too happy about her daughter being a glorified escort, and after arguing with you, she slammed the door in your face, which left you a sobbing mess.
but at least you had money now, right?
after scoring a position with a lucrative company which you couldn't disclose for...certain reasons, you received your first job. then you booked another, and another, and soon, you were a top money maker there.
with a face like that and the body you had - you were not short on cash, let's just say that. you were getting paid thousands just to make appearances with rich men - and getting paid tens of thousands to sleep with them.
as much as you loved the cash, you were miserable on the inside. money got boring after a while, it was just another part of your unexciting, depressing, melancholy life.
diamonds and designer bags couldn't fix the hole in your heart, they couldn't fix the emptiness that lingered within you.
if there was someone who understood this feeling better than anyone else - it was robert fischer.
sure, he never grew up poor or struggled to have money, but he knew damn well that money couldn't solve all your problems. in fact, having a lot of money came with more problems, he thought.
robert didn't know love - it was unfamiliar to him. none of his ex-girlfriends loved him, they just loved his money. they didn't care about him, they just cared about cashing in.
and every time he broke it off with them, they would tell him "don't leave, i miss you" - but he knew better than that. they didn't miss shit but the money, designer bags, and the lavish lifestyle.
after a particularly agonizing day at work, robert came home to his penthouse; head clouded with stress. honestly, it had been months since he had sex - been forever since he just felt loved or had any form of intimacy.
he craved it real bad.
so, he sighed as he dialled the number on his phone, waiting as the line rung quietly. quickly, someone answered and he put in his request - "i'll give you fifteen grand to send over your best girl," was all he said over the phone, quickly giving his address over afterwards.
and that is the story of how you ended up as robert fischers personal call girl - but that was just the beginning.
when you first met robert, you were pleasantly surprised. usually, your clientele consisted of old, rich men who were (at least in your opinion) disgusting. however, robert on the other hand was handsome, young, kind and rich on top of all that.
he was your best client thus far, and you were his favourite girl - not that he had any other girls, anyway. he paid you way more than any other man did, and he tipped generously on top of that.
soon enough, you were only seeing robert - exclusively. for work reasons of course. and he tried to tell himself that, too. that this was just sex. it didn't mean anything, right?
wrong.
he pushed you down onto the bed gently, running his hands all over your body while his lips caught yours in a deep kiss. today, you were waiting for him in his penthouse wearing a baby pink, lacy babydoll with matching pink panties and some stockings.
robert damn near lost his mind when he saw you in your lingerie, his cock was straining against his pants the second he laid eyes on you - sprawled out on his bed, biting your lip teasingly.
"fuck, i love you in pink." he groaned against your lips - but what he was really trying to tell you was "i love you."
he positioned you so that you were now sat up against the headboard of his bed, propped up against the plush pillows looking like a princess. slowly, he took his hand up to your thigh, blue eyes still locked with yours, and teasingly started to take your stockings off. he did it excruciatingly slow with the other one, too.
once your stockings were off, he looked at you with admiration. he truly thought you were the prettiest thing he had ever seen. ethereal. "can i?" he asked softly, his hands now trailing down your inner thighs, dangerously close to your clothed heat.
"m-mhm." you hum with a small nod, trying not to lose your mind. keeping your composure around him was proving to become more and more difficult every time.
he hooked his finger into the waistband of the tiny, lacy, pink thong and pulled it down your legs, groaning softly at the sight of your cunt all soaked for him.
"you're soaked. i can see it." he said lowly, and it takes every fucking ounce of self restraint you have in your body not to moan at the way he says it.
"y-yeah. s'cause of you, robbie." you say softly as he spreads your legs open, his mouth watering at the sight. he peppered kisses onto the insides of your thighs, teasingly kissing everywhere except where you so desperately needed him to kiss you.
"please." you whisper, and that was all he needed to hear before he was lapping up your pretty pussy. he licked a stripe up your cunt and you let out a desperate moan at the feeling of his mouth on you.
he continued to eat you out as if it was the last thing he'd ever do, making your head spin. you were moaning his name over and over, begging him to let you cum on his face as he sucked on your clit.
he took one of his fingers and slowly started to pump it in and out of your soaking hole. "oh fuck, i-i need you inside of me." you pleaded, feeling yourself getting closer and closer to release.
"only if you cum on my tongue, baby." he says between your legs, and you started to gasp and moan as you felt your orgasm approach you at full speed.
"i'm- gonna cum!" you desperately cry, feeling yourself cream all over his face as he took every last drop of it.
he sat up wiping his mouth and chin, glistening with your slick, and smiled at you dopily - he was in heaven.
“lay back on the bed for me, princess.” he commanded softly, and you oblige immediately. as you find comfort within the huge, king-sized bed and soft pillows, he unbuttoned his white dress shirt and undid his tie, taking it off while you watched like a predator stalking its prey.
next came his slacks, which he was rushing to get out of. as his cock sprung free from his boxers, your body felt like it was going into overdrive. robert got between your legs and took hold of your hips before lining his cock up with your drooling entrance.
slowly, he pushed in and the both of you let out sinful sounds. sex never had any meaning for you - it was just your profession, you didn’t know any different. but when he was inside you, when you let him into you - things felt...different.
robert was in way too deep to get out now (both figuratively and literally), and he slowly started to thrust himself in and out of you at a slow pace. one thing you noticed about robert, especially when you guys were fucking, was that he never broke eye contact.
nobody had ever fucked you so sensually before, let alone with such care. he fucked into you gently, the both of you moaning and breathing heavily, and he got lost in your pretty eyes.
he loved you - and he knew it was wrong.
it was the one thing you shouldn’t do when hiring a call girl - fall in love with her. he knew he shouldn’t fall in love with a woman who’s literal job was to pretend that she loved you and fuck you right, but he couldn’t help it.
robert - like you - didn’t know what love was until he felt you. until he knew you.
“f-fuck, faster robbie.” you whispered, breathless and feeling almost out of touch with reality with how good he felt inside you - it was like he was made for you.
“god, you’re so fucking tight. you- ugh, you feel so good, baby.” robert moaned, and you could almost hear the desperation in his voice. “i’m already about to cum, jesus-“ he stammered, voice strained.
“then cum, ah-.” you urged, wrapping your arms around him in a way that was a little too intimate for it to just be part of your job.
“how much extra do you want, ten grand?” he panted as he fucked your pretty pussy, feeling you tighten up around his hard cock.
“wha- robbie, what?” you try to talk properly through the pleasure he was bringing you; it was overwhelming. you weren’t sure why he was bringing up payments and money now of all times, this had been discussed already at the beginning of…whatever this agreement was.
“how much to make you mine? please - i love you.” he said, losing himself in the feeling of you.
you felt your mouth go dry as the words fell from his lips, and in a panic you struggle from underneath him, trying your hardest to push him away.
“wait- wait, stop-“ you say all flustered and panicked. this wasn’t supposed to happen - this should never happen between you and your clients.
he stops as soon as you say the word, and you backup into the the headboard of the bed anxiously, grabbing the blankets to cover yourself up as soon as he had pulled out.
you had never known love before, so when you heard those words, it sent you into an abysmal spiral.
“i-i’m sorry, i just-“ he stammered, the two of you looking each other awkwardly, and robert felt his heart break in two silently.
“don’t apologize, it’s my fault.” you sigh, looking down.
“no, cmon- i shouldn’t have said that.” he said back, and you glanced at him for a second - he looked like he was hurting. like it physically hurt him to tell hear you turn him down in a sense.
you felt a tear run down your cheek, and you wiped it away, already embarrassed enough. this had never happened in front of a client before.
was robert just a client, though?
before you had a chance to answer your own question, robert answered it for you. he took his hand out, gentle and soft, and wiped the tears away from your cheek.
“what’s going on?” he spoke softly, and you just shook your head, avoiding all eye contact.
“i- please, i’m so embarrassed. i’m sorry. you don’t need to pay me for today.” you whisper.
he shakes his head, and grabs a robe that he had draped over the ottoman in front of his bed, and quickly threw it on. you stayed with the covers pulled up over your chest and the rest of your body, watching him carefully.
he approaches you cautiously, and without another word he pulls you into his embrace - warm and inviting, just like him.
it felt like the missing piece in your chaotic, incomplete puzzle that you called your life.
words failed you in that moment, but it felt foreign. the feeling of being loved, being comforted, being vulnerable was new to you. you didn’t know such feelings could exist - at least, you grew up thinking that anyway.
"i'm really sorry, i shouldn't have said that." he said softly, petting your hair gently. "no, it's- fine. i-i don't know why i reacted like that." you reassured him, not quite knowing the reason behind your erratic behaviour.
"we don't have to continue, okay?" he reassures you in a soothing tone, and you let yourself fall into the feeling of his touch and embrace for a moment too long, before coming to your senses.
"t-thank you," you mumble, "i just don't think i'm in a good head space right now."
"and that's okay." he reassures you once again - he was really good at that. "why don't we just end todays session and i'll see you again next week, same time?"
"yeah, okay. i'm sorry, robbie." you murmur, and robert could feel his heart beating rapidly as you said his name like that - the name you called him.
after that, you had left in a rush (and felt super unprofessional about it), profusely apologizing for what had happened but he kept telling you that it was okay.
once you got back to your place, you ran a hot shower for yourself to collect your thoughts and calm yourself down. after that, you got into bed and fell asleep quickly, exhausted from the day you had.
the next morning, you woke up feeling groggy, and frankly - still super embarrassed from yesterday. cringing at your own actions, you felt like you just wanted to curl up into a ball and never show your face again.
why did you react like that? why did you have to make a scene? why did robert's confession throw you off so badly?
deep down, you knew the answers to these questions.
you reacted like that because you grew up around constant chaos and poverty, you didn't know what it was like to be cared for, to be loved. you made a scene because for someone who's never known love, facing the unknown was terrifying.
but why did robert's confession throw you off? why?
you sat there in bed, wondering. wondering to yourself why he would want you of all people - some call girl he ordered because he was bored. why wasn't he with some other girl who had come from money like him? come from class? why would he chose you?
in that moment, it went right over your head, but his confession threw you off because you didn't feel worthy. you didn't know how to trust - you couldn't see yourself the way robert saw you, after all.
suddenly, you heard your phone buzz beside you. looking a the notification, you found yourself shocked. you had received an e-transfer from robert of double the normal amount he was paying you.
your jaw dropped and you had to re-read the numbers in your account to really make sure this was real. in a state of shock, you look through your contacts and give him a call in the spur of the moment.
"hello?" his slightly raspy morning voice answered, and you felt your heart do a little flip at the sound of it - but you pushed it aside.
"hey, robert, it's me," you say, taking in a breath, "i...you didn't have to pay me, i told you."
he sighed on the other line, "no, i shouldn't have...told you what i did. i'm sorry, i...i've been thinking about it."
you stayed silent, unsure of what to say next, but he continued talking regardless. "can we talk? i'll pay you for your time."
"you don't have to do that, robert. and yes, yeah let's, um, talk." you say to him, and the two of you arrange to meet at his at three.
you get yourself ready, doing your hair in your favourite hair style and your makeup all glamorous, throwing on your favourite saint laurent heels with a matching satin mini dress.
you rush out the door, and hopped into your car, speeding off to his place. usually, he would send a driver out to yours, but you were off the clock. he insisted over the phone, but you urged him that you could drive and it was fine.
as soon as you got to the building of his penthouse, he buzzed you in and you made your way up the elevator. after knocking on the door, he opened it with a small smile on his face. he was wearing the usual - suit and tie, of course.
as he welcomed you in, he told you about the meeting he had at his office earlier that day - hence the whole suit and tie getup.
"anyways, i'm sure i'm boring you with the details about my work meeting." he says, laughing softly and you smile. "not at all, it's refreshing to hear you talk about other parts of your life besides...you know, the usual stuff we talk about."
he smiled back at you, but it seemed he was having trouble getting his words out - he didn't know how to tell you what he wanted to tell you.
"er, please know that, fuck- i just, i didn't mean to scare you away with what i said." he stammered, clearly flustered.
"...what did you mean, robert?" you ask meekly, avoiding eye contact. he slowly steps a little closer, closing the gap between the two of you.
"i have feelings for you." he says, voice strained out of sheer nervousness.
"don't say that," you sigh, "this- us, it isn't real. it's just like, playing pretend."
you so desperately wanted to say, "me too, i fell for you too," but your insecurities stopped you. even though you worked in a profession where you were paid to be pretty, paid to look good as arm candy, you felt inadequate all the time. you didn't feel pretty - you felt indifferent. sometimes, you didn't even know who you were.
there was a lot of baggage that came with you, but it was nothing that would ever scare robert off.
"i know what it's like to 'play pretend,'" he said, emphasizing his words with air quotations, "i've done that for the last ten years of my life - with every woman i've ever dated. they pretended to like me for me and not my money, and i pretended that i didn't see what they were really doing."
"you're literally paying me to sleep with you, robert. this is transactional." you say, trying to convince yourself into thinking that was the truth.
"god- it's not. it's not, you know it, i know it. we both know it." he exasperates, and you look away again as he continues. "i can feel it in the way you touch me, the way you look at me, the way you say my name, i can tell. and i know you can tell by the way i hold you, talk to you - the way i don't want anyone else but you."
as he confessed, you felt your cheeks go pink. you didn't realize that he was this much of a romantic - it was kinda cute. it was obvious that he was so serious about this, but you on the other hand...
you weren't too convinced. you had never received such attention, such care or such...love before.
"why are you lying to yourself?" his voice snapped you out of your anxious thoughts, and you finally found the courage to meet his gaze.
trying your hardest not to get lost in his ocean eyes, you manage to get a response out. "i-i don't know. i guess i just don't understand it. i don't understand how you could like, fall in love with someone who does...what i do."
he sighed softly, tilting your chin up with his finger, forcing you to meet his gaze once again. "let me help you understand, then."
one second you were trying to deny every lovey-dovey feeling you had for him - and the next his lips were on yours. it just happened so naturally.
in that moment, you could feel every insecurity, every anxious thought, every piece of pent up trauma and trust issues subside with him.
he wrapped his arms around your waist lovingly, holding you in his embrace as he kissed you softly.
you were off the clock, and so was he. neither of you were your personas anymore. you weren't just some call girl anymore (not that he ever saw you as just that), and he wasn't robert fischer of fischer morrow right now - he was just yours.
you were the first to pull away from the kiss, and you looked up at him with a small smile, which he returned.
"you have no idea how much i care about you." he whispered softly, "i wish you could see yourself in the way that i see you."
his words struck a chord for sure, and you felt yourself getting teary eyed again. "jesus, robert - stop making me cry." you laugh softly, trying to hold back the tears.
"i want to know who you are - not the usual work stuff. tell me about your life." he said softly, keeping you close.
and so you did - you did exactly that. that evening, you had spent the whole time getting to really know each other. from childhood memories to what you ate for breakfast that day - no parts left out. he told you about himself too, and finally, you felt safe.
you finally felt like the years of walls you had built up were gradually coming down, and all the baggage you accumulated over the years was slowly fading.
you looked over the terrace of your suite in your lace slip, taking in the beauty of the eiffel tower which you could see from your luxurious hotel room.
"s'pretty, just like you." robert says, wrapping his arms around you from behind, placing a soft kiss behind your ear. "good morning, mrs. fischer."
ah, that's right.
you were mrs. fischer now - newly married and happier than ever. after that fateful night in roberts penthouse, the two of you just clicked. it was fate, no - destiny. it was like something you had never known before, the pull between you two was on a metaphysical level, and for once, you didn't fight the fall.
now, nearly three years later, you were taking in the gorgeous view of paris in the early morning on your honeymoon.
your wedding was beautiful - private and intimate - but beautiful. it was just the way you imagined it would be; everything you dreamed of. robert had proposed to you a week after you graduated from your program in college, and the two of you were happily in love - still happily in love, and always would be happily in love.
you decided to quit your call girl job, as there was no longer a need to work anymore at all. robert covered all of your finances, never once did you ever pick up the bill with him. he supported you in everything that you did, always being there for you and showing up for you when you most needed him.
he never judged you, never belittled you, never made you doubt how much he loved you. it was like he had superpowers with the way he was able to permeate through all the past trauma you had. it didn't matter to him if you were working in the escort business before he came along; he simply didn't care.
your past is in the past for a reason, that wasn't you anymore. you were a different woman now. softer and no longer had her guard up constantly. sometimes, you felt like he knew you better than you knew yourself.
because he loved you for you. he taught you how to be grateful for yourself, to show up for yourself, to love yourself the way he loved you.
"i love you so much, honey. god, i love everything about you." he said softly, kissing down your neck, making you giggle.
"mm, i'd love to see me from your point of view." you say, taking in the breathtaking view of paris, and your new life.
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Ultimate Nameless Ghouls guide
Nobody asked for it, but why the hell not?!
Warning: looooong text, silly descriptions, shit ton of links and silly collages (sorry, tumblr only allows 30 pictures per post)
Happy reading!
4 Papas, 5 eras, different cool looks. There were a lot of changes, loooooots of Ghouls, but it's not as compicated as it may seem.
There are many ways to tell them apart:
-by the way they are placed on stage
-their alchemic symbols (check out my Meliora guide where i shed more light on this topic)
-their height and body types
-body language
-their instruments
-jewellery
-date of the photo/video (mhm)
Let's start from the very beginning!
Opus Eponymous era (October 23, 2010 - december 15, 2012)
(from left to right: Omega, Earth #1, Lake/Water #2, Alpha/Fire #1 in front and Air #1)
There were only 5 Ghouls: Fire/Alpha, Quintessence/Omega, Chain/Water (later Lake), Earth #1 and Air #1. Since 2011, Ghouls were placed in certain areas on stage: Quintessence and Earth on Papa's right, Water in the middle, Air and Fire - on Papa's left.
Alpha aka Fire Ghoul #1
Lead guitar. Had fire sticker on his white-n-black Gibson RD. Skilled motherfucker. Taller than Papas, looked bigger in first 2 eras. Was a bit reserved in era 1, but became quite active and naughty in era 2. Has blue eyes, started to wear a ring in era 2 and got tattoos in era 3. If you see a ghoul who often shows a peace sign - that's Alpha :)
Hangs out with Omega, River, Delta, Pebble and Mist on stage. Enjoys attention, quite popular among fans. Can speak Italian, has strong accent.
Joined in october 2010, left in november 2016.
Omega aka Ether/Quintessence Ghoul #1
Rhythm guitar, black Gibson RD with Omega sticker. Tall, stompy, was quite confident from the very beginning, graceful hand movements (trust me, you won't confuse him with any other ghoul). Has cutest laugh. The Perfect Ghoul™. Has beautiful eyes, chunky silver rings, is the reason the Ghouls got their alchemic symbols. Papa III's favorite Ghoul, that's why he was always praised and his butt was always touched/smacked during Year Zero solo by Terzo :)
Did interviews in era 2 (sometimes together with Alpha or Special Ghoul) and 3.
Joined in october 2010, left in july 2016 :(
Chain aka Water Ghoul#1
Bass. Mysterious and metal AF, wore a chain as a belt and painted black bones on his hands, had Grucifix on metal necklace (which was later worn by Omega after Chain left). Was quite active and actually the shortest ghoul of era 1.
Joined in october 2010, left in early 2011.
Earth Ghoul #1
Drums. Had no other specific name. Tall (same height as Omega), slim, has blue eyes. Despite being in Ghost for like 4 years, is soooo underrated. There's not much we know about him. The only earth ghoul of Ghost who did an interview (together with Alpha). Was simply amazing!
Joined in october 2010, left in 2014.
Air Ghoul #1
Also had no specific name. Synthesizer, keyboard and keytar. The tallest ghoul (a bit taller than Omega), dark eyes. Modest, very calm, didn't move much. Loved showing horns and stared at fans sometimes. Had badass Mummy Dust solo .
Joined in 2011, left in november 2016
Lake aka Water Ghoul #2
Bass. Joined in 2011 after Chain left. Middle height, dark eyes. Quite calm. Played two different guitars in era 1. Had cool black lenses in era 2, wore a ring sometimes. Also quite underrated.
Fun fact: Remember Year Zero mv when Secondo flashes us? Well, it was this Water in Papa's chasuble, not Tobias :)
Joined in 2011, left in 2014.
Infestissumam era (december 15th 2012 - June 3, 2015)
(from left to right: Earth #1, Omega, River, Air #1, Alpha)
How are Ghouls placed on stage? Same way as in Opus era.
Same Ghouls, different outfits and masks. Their alchemic symbols became more visible and ghouls opened up more on stage.
There was only one change of the lineup: Lake left in 2014 and was replaced by River.
River aka Water #3
Bass. Middle height, dark blue eyes. Was quite chaotic and weird onstage. Held his bass in a suggestive way, humped it sometimes. Interacted with Alpha a lot, was a bad influence. Definitely had fun on stage, enjoyed attention. See a ghoul with wide-legs-stance? Yeah, that's him! The tallest of the Water Ghouls.
Joined in 2014, left in 2015 (before Meliora era began).
Meliora era (june 3, 2015 - september 30, 2017)
(from left to right: Omega, Pebble/Earth #2 behind him, Delta/Water #4, Air #1, Alpha)
Placed on stage? Same way as in previous two eras.
This is when a lot of changes happened. In 2015, Fire, Quintessence and Air Ghouls were the same, but Earth#1 and River left and Delta and Pebble were introduced.
Delta aka Water#4
Bass. A bit shorter than Papa III, cute, has blue eyes. No visible tattoos or rings. Skilled, filled in for Apha and Omega (and also played his guitar!) couple times for a few rituals and acoustic shows. Loved interacting with Alpha and Pebble on stage.
Became Quintessence Ghoul in july 2016 when Omega left, played rhythm guitar.
Joined in June 2015, left in november 2016.
Pebble aka Earth#2
Drums. Despite being the shortest and smolest in the band, played the shit out of drums. Was the most active Earth ghoul of Ghost. A show off. Loved interacting with fans. Played a brief solo before Stand by Him. Had a ring, his mask looked a little bit too big for him. Slim, light green eyes. Loved interacting with Alpha and Water.
Joined in June 2015, left in november 2016.
In july 2016 Omega left Ghost, Delta took his place and Mist, the first Ghoulette of Ghost, played bass.
Mist aka Water #5
Bass. Tiny, has blue eyes, a tattoo and ring on her finger. Cute as hell. Was quite calm and modest. Loved by fans. Her mask looked too big for her. Same could be said about the bass.
Joined in september 2016, left a the end of Popestar tour in november 2016.
In 2017 all of the former ghouls and Mist left and the new pack of Ghouls was introduced. All of them (except for Mountain) were +- same heigh as Terzo, so identifying them isn't hard.
Ifrit aka Fire Ghoul #2
Lead guitar. Hyperactive, full of energy, jumps, spins and moves a lot on stage. Papa III's hype man. Loved interacting with fans, gestures a lot. The ghoul that can't stand still. Has blue eyes, no visible tattoos or rings. Ray of sunshine (no really, he's very sweet). Quite popular among fans. Loved interacting with Zephyr, Aether and Dewdrop.
Joined in march 2017, left in september 2017
Aether aka Quintessence #3 aka Banana ghoul
Rhythm guitar. A bit taller than Ifrit and Papa III. Loves bananas. Has dark eyes, bracelets and a ring. No QE sticker on his guitar. Beefy, friendly. Also spins, dances and jumps a lot on stage. Was present in Terzo, Cardinal and Papa IV eras. Interacted with all of the Ghouls on stage. Was Cardinal's favorite Ghoul. Was bullied by Sodo, but also annoyed him too sometimes. He and Sodo had pre Cirice guitar battles. Did backing vocals in Prequelle and Impera (in 2022) era.
Joined in march 2017, left in may 2023.
Dewdrop aka Sodo aka Water #6 aka Fire #3
Bass and lead guitar. Present in Papa III, Cardinal and Papa VI eras. A bit shorter than Papas and the rest of the ghouls. Slim. Very popular among fans. Stompy, was naughty in era 3, but became muuuuuuch worse later. Horny i would say and even more aggressive. Ghoul equivalent of chihuahua. Shows middle finger, throws picks when he's angry or annoyed by Aether. Was a Water ghoul in 2017, became a Fire Ghoul #3 in 2018 after Ifrit left. This is also a year when his fire Ghoul nature started to come out: Licked his guitar, picks, tried to lick Rain, Aether and bullied Cardinal. HORNY during Mummy Dust. Vapes on stage, interacts with fans, loves choking Rain. Once hurt his finger, didn't give a damn and continued playing guitar smearing blood all over it. Can also be a gentleman.
Joined in march 2017 and is still in Ghost (as of may 2024).
Zephyr aka chAir Ghoul #2
Keyboard, synthesizer, keytar. Same height as Papa III, blue eyes. Quite active on stage, but can also be calm. Sits on chair a lot, but starts moving when he's feeling it. Interacts with Ifrit and Aether. Keytar solo - [X]. Cutie.
Joined in march 2017, left in september 2017.
Ivy aka Earth #3
Drums. Dark eyes, wears bracelets. Same heigh as Ifrit. Even though he had been in the band only few monhs, he did an amazing job.
Joined in march 2017, left in june 2017.
Mountain aka Earth #4
Drums. Tall, slim, has grey eyes and a tattoo on his finger. Hates shoes. Quite popular among fans. Pretty calm, especially comparing to Pebble. Nice fella.
Was present in Papa III, Cardinal and Papa IV era.
Joined in june 2017 and is still in Ghost (as of may 2024)
Prequelle era (april 6, 2018 - march 3, 2020)
The number of ghouls on stage has increased. Instead of 5 there were 7 ghouls. And this is the year when we got not one, but two Ghoulettes! How are they placed on stage? Like this:
(from left to right: Aether/Quintessence #3, Swiss behing him, Mountain/Earth #4, Rain/Water #7 in front, Cirrus/Multi, Cumulus/Multi, Dewdrop/Sodo/Fire #3)
New ghouls of this era:
Rain aka Water #7
Bass. A bit taller than Dewdrop and Cardinal/Papa VI. Has dark eyes, beautiful hands, slim. Quite calm comparing to the others. Opened up a bit more in Impera era. The only adult on stage, beside Ghoulettes and Mountain. Has to step in when Sodo becomes a pain in the ass, also allows him to choke him during Year Zero.
Joined in january 2018 and is still in Ghost (as of may 2024)
Swiss aka Multi Ghoul
Baritone and acoustic guitar, tambourine, backing vocals. Tall, slim, has dark eyes and biiiiiiiiiiiiig smile. Dances on his platform, tries to seduce other ghouls, acts possessed. Is in your walls. A manace to society. Vapes on stage. Loves interacting with fans and other ghouls. Known for his powerful shimmies. The horniest Ghoul of Ghost. Annoying the shit out of Sodo aka jerking him off was his main hobby in 2023. Also went to Aurora's (see below) and Cumulus' platforms.
The most chaotic ghoul. Popular among Ghesties.
Joined in january 2018 and is still in Ghost (as of may 2024).
Cumulus aka Multi Ghoulette
Backing vocals, synthesizer, tamboutine. Short, curvy, has amazing voice. No visible tattoos. Loves interacting with fans and other Ghouls/Ghoulettes. Dances, slays.
Joined in january 2018 and is still in Ghost (as of may 2024)
Cirrus aka Multi Ghoulette
Keyboard, synthesizer, tambourine, keytar, backing vocals. Tall, slim. No tattoos. Active on stage. Keytar solo - [X]. Loves sticking out her tongue. Comes to the center of the stage in Impera era. Literal queen.
Joined in january 2018 and is still in Ghost (as of may 2014)
Impera era (january 25 th, 2022 - october 7th, 2023)
(Front row from left to right: Aether/Quintessence #3, Rain/Water #7, Sodo/Dewdrop/Fire #3. Behind them from left to right: Swiss, Cirrus, Mountain/Earth #4, Cumulus, Sunshine/Multi)
There were a few changes in this era: new Ghouls and slight changes in the stage setting. In 2022 one more Ghoulette joined the Prequlle pack.
Sunshine aka Multi Ghoulette
Backing vocals and tambourine. A bit taller than Cumulus, but shorter than Cirrus. No tattoos and rings/bracelets. Cutie. Dances and acts funny on her platform. Stood on Papa's left.
Joined in 2022, left in may 2023.
2023:
Sunshine and Aether left and were replaced by Aurora and Phantom. The rest of the Ghouls/Ghoulettes remained the same.
Phantom aka Quintessence #4
Rhythm guitar. Tall, slim, dark eyes. Loves interacting with fans and loves bats. A show off and a little bit chaotic. Quite confident despite being a newbie. Joins Rain and Sodo for epic into of Square Hammer and outro of Rats. Loves annoying Papa IV during Year Zero outro. almost No visible tattoos, wears a ring. Interacts with every ghoul/ghoulettes on stage.
Joined in may 2023 and is still in Ghost (as of may 2024)
Aurora aka Multi Ghoulette
Backing vocals, tambourine. Full of energy. The shortest Ghoulette. Loves dancing next to Rain during Miasma. Cute. Despite being smol, brought Swiss to his knees ;)
Joined in may 2023, is still in Ghost (as of may 2024)
Honorable mentions:
Special Ghoul aka Phil aka Tobias
Showed up for interviews and to grab some awards. Talked about albums, meanings of songs and Papas. Worships cats, loves Abba. Slim, has green eyes. Wore Alpha's uniform. Was present in Primo, Secondo and Terzo eras. Makes a lot of silly sounds. Hasn't been active since 2017.
Cowbell Ghoul
Plays cowbell in "Ritual" and "If you have Ghosts". A freaking legend. Tall, has a posture of a shrimp. Always got shooed by Papa III. Only showed at the end of Popestar tour in 2016. Brought many people joy with his presence.
And that was it....for now. The movie and new era are coming soon. I'm excited about what's going to happen next. If there are going to be any changes of the lineup i'll make sure to update this guide :)
Thanks for reading 🖤
#nameless ghouls#namelessghoulettes#secondo#the band ghost#papa emeritus 1#papa emeritus ii#papa emeritus iii#papa emeritus iv#alpha ghoul#omega ghoul#chain ghoul#water ghoul#air ghoul#lake ghoul#river ghoul#delta ghoul#pebble ghoul#ifrit ghoul#sodo ghoul#dewdrop ghoul#aether ghoul#zephyr ghoul#ivy ghoul#mountain ghoul#cumulus ghoulette#cirrus ghoulette#rain ghoul#aurora ghoulette#phantom ghoul#sunshine ghoulette
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Well, it's been a while since I've posted any fanfic... Let's change that.
Good news! I'm not dead! My brain did try to get me to do things that could unalive myself for a bit, and then I lost nearly an entire side of my family over the span of 3 years, but I'm still here and still kicking! And I have two new puppies who are adorable and so loving.
Now for this story, this is inspired by a few posts I saw on @theglamorousferal, mostly the one about Amity Parkers going to college in Gotham and buying a hotel (I'm making it a co-op student house, but I've never lived in one, so if something's unacceptably wrong, tell me, if not, artistic license), but also the one where our main Trio buy a building to set up shop there, and wind up adopted my Jason (I swear, I saw that post after I wrote the first chapter, but it just fit so well).
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Honestly, Amity Park was weird long before the Fentons moved there- the original settlers named the nearby lake Eerie, and it wasn’t after the Great Lake. It’s just that before the Fentons’ machine punched a hole through reality and created a permanent doorway to the land of spirits and ghosts, the weirdness was not as blatant.
Prior to that, Amity Parkers were some of the few that could move to Gotham without suffering a breakdown that was common for new arrivals. Now there was a slight dip in newcomers for about a decade or two after the Bat made his debut and then the crazies that followed him, but then Amity Parkers got used to the spirits of the dead wandering around following the aforementioned punching through reality.
All this to say that Gotham Universities were a rather common destination for young Amity Park adults seeking higher education.
Now because of this, there were always apartments advertising themselves for people from the small town. They, after all, tended to not have a breakdown after their fifth rogue attack and just pack up and leave halfway through their lease. But it got very annoying having to sift through all the advertisements when looking for a place to stay- something Danny Fenton saw his older sister go through when she got in to Gotham City University. The boy then shared what he was witnessing with his two best friends- Tucker Foley and Sam Manson. Tucker offered to help filter out the spam, which Danny’s sister Jazz thanked him for but turned down. Sam… Sam instead got thinking.
Sam had been to Gotham a few times in her life. She had an idea of the areas closest to the schools and how much those should cost. And looking at the letters Jazz was getting, the offers were a little too high for a regular college student to afford. Sam was also familiar with how many hotels were not being used in Gotham- people building them in hopes tourists would come to stay while visiting the East Coast, tourists that could not be convinced to visit due to the high crime rate and the lack of activities or places of interest in the city itself.
She quickly went to work, looking in to these empty hotels. She was rather upset by their numbers and put together a spreadsheet of them, with details like number of rooms, any amenities they may have, and nearby landmarks. She then grabbed her two dorks and marched to Casper High’s Community Outreach director.
Now Sam’s presentation raised a few eyebrows, mostly because it was in a completely different state, but Sam shot back that because of the efforts to incorporate the town’s new ghostly residents and provide them with helpful ways to feed their obsessions- efforts led by the Fenton family- Amity Park had very few homeless, and those that were had a huge community safety net to help them get back on their feet. Additionally, with how many people moved between the city and the town, helping the city could be argued to also be helping the town.
The Outreach Director just sighed and gave Same the green light to at least draft and send out a proposal to the powers that be in Gotham, saying that there wasn’t much that could be done before they got backing and approval. Sam thanked them before leaving, Danny and Tucker trailing behind.
She was back the next day with a draft of her proposal and a list of who to send it to.
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Since returning from the dead in the eyes of the public, Jason Todd was often contacted by groups trying to use the Wayne fortune to fund their own personal projects. They thought Jason would be the easiest to con- sorry, persuade- since he was a former street kid unlike the rest of his family. Thus surely he would know just how much this new building with low income housing would help the people of Gotham- it even came with a pool and gym!
Yeah, he did know how much the people of Gotham needed housing, but $2K a month was not affordable when you’re barely making $30K a year! Oh and the pool and gym were only available for those who could shell out an additional $2K a month. Jason knows, he read the whole document carefully.
God, sometimes it was hard to tell who was worse, the psychos in Blackgate or real estate investors. And sadly, he couldn’t just pop a bullet in their heads and be done with it because 1) it would raise too many questions and 2) it would make Bruce get all sad and mopey- again. Jason just did not have the mental energy to put up with that on top of the rest of his life as a crimelord/vigilante/long-lost adoptive second son of a billionaire.
All this to say, he was not impressed when he first glanced over a proposal to convert the unused hotels around the city into housing units- especially since it was from someone that did not live in Gotham.
Manson? Wasn’t there a family with that name that would attend some of Brucie’s galas? Oh yeah, their family made its fortune off patenting the machine that wrapped toothpicks in plastic, as well as a couple others. And they had a daughter around Repla- Tim’s age. Hopefully this wasn’t her trying to be a kiss-ass like her parents.
Jason finished reading and sat back. The proposal wasn’t too bad. Converting hotels into apartment buildings would be easier than office buildings, and the suggestion to use ex-convicts that wanted to turn over a new leaf as building managers certainly wasn’t the worst. Also creating a fund for those that couldn’t afford rent, as well as community kitchens and gardens were certain plusses, though would need to have the right people in charge to make sure they actually worked as planned, and to keep the Court of Owls from messing with it.
Overall, it was something Jason would consider, after some research and maybe talking with the rest of the Bats and Birds. And if this was from the Manson kid, maybe get Dickie or one of the others to talk to her next time there was a gala in town. Or talk to her himself, if the Pit wasn’t too loud.
…Dick was probably the better option to talk with her if it came down to it.
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There's the first chapter. I'm going to go write the next one. When I have a good log of them, I'll then go and edit them and put them on AO3.
This has no title yet because I suck at naming. Feel free to comment with suggestions for a name, both for the fic/au and for the eventual hotel/co op. As well as any shinanegans and majors/colleges/universities for our liminal young adults.
Part 1/? Next >
#dp x dc crossover#dc x dp#danny phantom#dc comics#i've admittedly never read dc comics#jason todd#sam manson#amity park/gotham co op#comments and constructive reviews are welcome#I was originally going to throw in a reference to another spoopy franchise#but i figured i could save it for later#the rest of the bat fam will show up eventually#I don't need majors for sam danny tuck or jazz#I do need for paulina dash kwan wes val and any other kids#star i'm think of being a physics or sports science#gotham is based around where jersey city is#amity park is actually going to be in NY#specifically around jamestown in the southern tier#no it's not illinois because it takes the fentons two days of driving to get to vlad's at least#that means over 8 hours in the car which illinois is not#part 1#of idk how many parts there'll be
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Short Translation from Twisted Wonderland the second novel: Yuuya in Class
"‘We’ve got that strategy meeting at lunch today—Yuu, Grim, you two gotta come, all right? No running off. The Housewarden isn’t mad anymore, so don’t be so freaked out.’
‘I’m not freaked out!’ Grim declares.
Yuuya opens his mouth to explain all that happened yesterday, but then stops himself. No matter how he phrases it, it would damage Riddle’s pride.
‘Yeah, I know,’ Yuuya replies.
Deuce smiles as well, nodding in response. 'All right. So meet up in the cafeteria at lunch,’ he says, facing forward in his seat to prepare for their first period class.
After homeroom is Magical History. Trein’s classes are both difficult and strict, requiring thorough preparation.
Ace snickers at the serious-looking Deuce. ‘Turning on us just like that. Not that it’s doin’ ya any good.’
‘Shut up. Maybe you should try it, too.’
‘Nah. I don’t like stuff that needs a bunch of memorizing.’
‘Me neither,’ agrees Grim.
As Grim messes around with Ace without so much as taking out his textbook, a nearby Heartslabyul student says, ‘Grim—isn’t Trein going to be calling on you today?’
In an instant, Grim’s expression becomes serious.
‘You make Trein mad again and you’re really in for it.’
Grim nods repeatedly in response to this stern advice.
When Yuuya thanks him, the student responds with an awkward chuckle. ‘You’ve sure got a rough time of it, Yuu.’
‘Come on Grim, we need to study properly. You might even get assigned extra lessons again.’
‘Ugh…what a hassle.’
Grim reluctantly allows himself to be coerced into facing forward, and Yuuya opens his reference book. 'Coming to Know Twisted Wonderland.’
It is a thick book, but at long last he is more than halfway through. Still on his first read-through he cannot remember much, but the shock of seeing a world map entirely different from that of earth has stuck with him.
He now recognizes the names of the larger countries, and even the hometowns of the people he is closest to.
Night Raven College is on Sage’s Island, of the Land of Dawning. Despite the island’s diminutive size it is home to two prestigious schools: Night Raven College and their rival, Royal Sword Academy. Ace, Deuce, Trey and Riddle are from the Queendom of Roses, which seems to be a group of islands to the east of Sage’s Island.
Cater is from the largest country, the ‘Land of Pyroxene.'
Due to what his family does for work he has moved frequently, and he taught Yuuya the names of various cities.
Leona, from yesterday, is a member of Sunset Savanna’s royal family according to what Deuce has said. Yuuya confirms in the book before him that Sunset Savanna extends into the south from Sage’s Island. It is described as ‘a vast country with abundant nature,’ with a photo of grasslands and a blue sky as an example of the climate.
The book also contains details about the country: in the past, there were lawless territories where the rule of its own kings did not reach. While, now, there are beautifully developed urban areas, there are also large slum towns, and significant economic disparity.
Over half the population consists of beast-people. The region is inhabited by many rare, wild animals. Out of respect for nature and to avoid reckless overdevelopment, there are limits on urbanization.
While Yuuya looks over the map Grim, at his side, stares at his lesson materials for the day with a groan. ‘I don’t get none of this.’"
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The Ghost-type Detective CH1 (Based on the Phantump Conan AU by @livmadart)
(Ao3 link)
Shinichi was so stupid. He was an idiot, a gosh darn fool. And now, because of his disregard for his own safety, he was… he was…
He choked on the pain, closed his eyes against the burn, and wished for all it was worth that it would just end faster. He knew, deep in the recesses of his decaying heart that it would end, and there was only one way that it would.
The small sliver of his brain that wasn’t consumed with agony was swirling with thoughts, hopes and regrets. What was Ran going to think? He’d never wanted to do this to her… He had no idea what had happened to Sherlock- his pokeball had been taken when Shinichi had been hit. All he could do… all he could do was hope they’d be alright…. Alright without him.
He could feel the moment his heart stopped.
He wasn’t breathing, his heart wasn’t beating, and he was still in the most agony he thought possible. After a few excruciating, infinite moments, everything stopped. The pain vanished, his vision faded, the sounds of the park dropped away, and even gravity itself stopped holding onto him.
So… he was dead, then.
Honestly, for a moment all he could feel was relief. The pain was gone, and in those last moments that had been all he’d wanted. He’d never imagined anything could burn like that. The pain of death, he supposed.
In the next moment, he realized something. He was still thinking. He had none of his senses, he hadn’t even a vague idea of his surroundings, but he was still thinking. He still had a mind. He sure, one hundred percent sure that he was dead, so… what was this? He waited a moment more. Nothing changed. He was still alone with his thoughts, trapped in this void.
Moment after moment passed, he had no idea how long it had been. His mind swirled with overlapping thoughts, the only thing he was capable of. Was this it? Was this all there was for him? This nothingness with only himself for company?... Forever?
He discovered something. When you’re made of nothing but thought and emotion, fear is a powerful thing.
He didn’t want to stay like this, the idea sent chills of panic through him that rattled his whole being. No no no no no. He mentally cast about, searching wildly for anything else, anything besides himself.
He didn’t want to be here. He didn’t want to be trapped like this, he… he really didn’t want to be dead. Gosh, Ran, Sonoko, everyone… he couldn’t stand the idea of never finding out what happened to them. He’d thought that he might be at least able to- to observe or something, not, not…
He felt something.
There, a flash of… of warmth. The first physical feeling he’d had since losing his life. With that one sensation to ground himself, he could determine that he existed in some capacity outside his own mind, and he could tell that the warmth was coming from the left. There was a left! He latched onto it, with all of his fragile being, and pulled with all his mental strength. It got bigger- or, maybe he got closer to it?
It was so warm- almost hot, but that was fine, because it was something. He really did feel like he was getting closer, almost close enough to touch it…
All at once, his five senses returned.
He could feel the cool night breeze brushing against him, he felt heavy again- though, not nearly as heavy as he thought he should. He smelled sugar, and meat from the amusement park, and he could hear the last lingering screams of delight from the remaining guests on the rides. He blinked, finding he had eyelids to move.
Immediately, he wished that he had never opened his eyes at all. The moonlight shone down on the little clearing behind the ferris wheel building, illuminating the corpse cooling on the grass. Shinichi’s corpse. It lay there, contorted in an odd position, eyes wide open and glazed. Blood stained the area crimson red, having spilled liberally from anywhere it could have.
He felt like he was going to be sick. He hadn’t been lying when he’d told Ran that he was unfazed by gruesome sights, but this… this was him.
Still, when he’d regained his awareness of the world, he’d hoped that somehow, somehow he’d survived. Maybe someone had found him and resuscitated him or something, or that his heart had restarted as a fluke, but… The third person perspective of his own broken corpse wasn’t reassuring. But, if he hadn’t returned to his old body, then…
He looked down at himself, and felt sick for an entirely new reason. The body he’d found himself in was… well, whatever it was, it wasn’t human.
He didn't quite have legs anymore, or anything really. This new body of his was a simple tendril of gray, with two smaller nubs for arms. When he tried to move his hands, the nubs curled. Such a simple action, yet it made his head spin. It was so incredibly strange, he was supposed to have fingers, legs, toes, anything, but suddenly he didn’t anymore.
Slowly, ever so slowly, ignoring the roiling feeling in his gut (did he have one of those anymore?) He reached up and touched his face. He felt… wood. The bark of a tree, rigid and cold, nothing like the human skin that he remembered. He opened his mouth, taking a deep, shuddering breath in, the bark moving to accommodate the action.
He pulled his nubs closer to his chest; new, unfamiliar instincts guiding his tail to curl around his body. He tried, desperately, to clear his mind. He knew that if he kept thinking, that very soon he’d figure out what was going on, and for once in his existence he didn’t want to know. He didn’t want to realize what had happened, he didn’t want to figure out what he was. He’d just… sit here for a bit. Enjoy not being dead, and ignore everything else.
Despite himself, his mind kept moving.
He’d… he’d died on the edge of the forest that ran through this part of the park. Sure, his corpse was lying on carefully mown grass, but he had a feeling it was close enough. When he’d been younger, his mom had told him scary stories of kids who wandered into the trees and never returned… as humans, anyway. At the time, he’d been fascinated. The presence of a certain, rare pokemon in the forest being an indicator of missing kids? It was something he might use, as a detective.
Now…
The pokemon in question were called a ‘Phantump’, they were little ghost-grass types that often arose from kids dying in forests, and their souls possessing tree stumps. Of course, many of them were natural born pokemon, but the stories had clouded their reputation as long as they’d existed.
This is what I get for dying in the woods behind Tropical Land, Shinichi thought bitterly, winding his tail even closer around himself. The proximity to the trees was enough. Sixteen was young enough. The newly cut stump just at the edge of the grass, the same one Shinichi was currently perched on, was more than enough.
He screwed his eyes shut, shoving his nubs into the holes in his bark to hold them that way. This wasn’t happening. It wasn’t happening. Any moment now his alarm would go off telling him it was time to get ready for Tropical Land, or he’d wake up in the hospital with that nasty head trauma, something, anything.
He didn’t believe any of that, of course, but it was a sweet little lie, and he needed a little sweetness after tasting his bitter new reality.
“Woah, I’ve never seen that happen before,” Shinichi froze, the little whisper carrying down to him from the trees above. A witness?
“No duh,” Another voice hissed. Shinichi carefully pulled his nubs away from his eyes, opening them and loosening his tail.
“Do you think he's okay?” Yet a third voice whispered. All three of them were coming from the tree above, what…
“Think about that real hard,” The second voice sighed. It almost sounded like a man, a man with a high, whistling tone. So, nothing like a regular man, but still.
“Should we do something?” The first voice chittered, her tone laced with anxiety. “I feel like there’s something we’re supposed to do in this situation,” The way she spoke, it almost sounded like-
Oh. They were pokemon. Their strange, whistling chirping voices weren’t human. They were pokemon.
Carefully, and with quite a bit more hesitance than he might use normally, Shinichi looked up, craning his neck to see into the trees above. Sitting there, staring down at him in obvious concern, were three pokemon. A pidgey, a hoothoot, and a sentret.
“...Do you think he can hear us?” The third voice, the one belonging to the sentret, whispered.
“I’m gonna go with yes,” The hoothoot, owner of the second voice, sighed.
“Hello!” The pidgey called down to him. “Are you alright?”
Shinichi blinked up at them. What his ears were hearing and what his eyes were seeing didn’t quite agree. Pokemon should not be able to speak in a language he could understand. He was sure there were logical explanations for this, but he buried them. Cover it all in sweet little lies.
“Again, no, he is obviously not alright, what is wrong with you?” The hoothoot said, rolling his massive eyes. The pidgey ignored him, rolling her own eyes before hopping off the branch and gliding down to Shinichi’s stump. He startled as she landed in front of him, his tail twitching.
“Hmmm,” she hummed, looking him over. He blinked at her, his skin crawling with the sudden acute attention. “You do seem physically alright… how are you feeling?”
He didn’t speak, didn’t make a sound. He had a sickly creeping feeling that if he did, quite a few of those sweet lies would dissolve. He didn’t want that, not yet.
“Oh no, can he not speak?” The sentret fretted.
“Well, that’s not unthinkable,” The hoothoot tilted his head in interest. “Most pokemon can speak very little at birth, after all,” Shinichi winced, electing to ignore him from now on. “Then again I know little about ghost types, perhaps we should contact a pokemon who does?” Yes, a very good thing Shinichi had decided to ignore him.
“Oh yeah! That’s what you’re supposed to do! Get another ghost!” The pidgey suddenly chirped, hopping at the edge of the stump. “I’ll go do that, ‘kay? Wait here!” She took off in the next second, the wind from her wings shaking his leaves.
…He was going to ignore that, too.
“There she goes,” The sentret sighed, wiggling a little before jumping down into the grass. She waddled up to him, moving much less suddenly than that pidgey had. “My name is Stripes, the old hoothoot up there is Mike, and the pidgey is just Pidgey,” She nodded to him, putting a paw on her chest. “I’m sorry this happened to you.” He didn’t say anything, shoving the rise of… something into the back of his mind with the rest of his thoughts.
“It’s certainly interesting to meet you,” Mike hummed, still staring down at him with interest. Shinichi wasn’t sure he much liked that look.
“I found her!” The chirping voice of Pidgey drifted through the trees, and she reappeared a moment later, landing on Stripes’s head.
“Who?” Mike asked, tilting his head the other direction.
“Me,” A new voice said. This one was oddly, almost human, with a slippery gravel sort tone to it that Shinichi could have sworn he’d heard before. He strained his eyes for the source of the voice, staring hard into the shadows Pidgey had emerged from. For a moment, he couldn’t see anything, then a shape seemed to coalesce out of the darkness. Large and rounded with pointed spikes, and huge, toothy grin. A tremor ran through his whole body at the sight. A wild gengar.
“Oh! Haruna!” Stripes said, turning to face the newcomer. She sounded pleasantly surprised.
“Who else?” Pidgey huffed proudly. “I can’t think of any other ghost types in these woods.”
“Well,” Mike commented. “Not anymore.”
“So this is him, then?” the gengar, Haruna, hummed, taking in the whole scene before her luminous red eyes landed squarely on Shinichi’s new form. He did his best not to shake, but even in the best of circumstances being the center of a wild gengar’s attention was a bad thing. “Oh don’t worry little thing, I’m not going to hurt you,” She purred, stepping right up to his stump.
She towered over him like this, her teeth glinting in the moonlight and her large, searching eyes boring right into his. Still, he didn’t say anything, didn’t make a single noise even as she reached for him. She wrapped her cold claws around him, pulling him into the air, away from the stump. His tail drifted in the wind as she held his small body aloft, looking him over in much the same way Pidgey had.
“He hasn’t spoken yet?” She murmured, glancing at the other pokemon.
“Hasn’t made a single sound,” Mike shook his head.
“Oh, I understand that,” She hummed, refocusing back on him. “That’s alright, you don’t need to speak yet, you don’t have to speak at all if you don’t want to,” She pulled him close, holding him tight against her cold fur. He couldn’t help it, he was shaking now. “It’s all new, isn’t it? I’ve been where you are, I know how hard everything is at the start.”
He looked up at her, her scarlet eyes gleaming with nothing but genuine empathy and care. Was she really…?
“It’s alright,” She grinned. “I can help you!”
#detective conan#dcmk#dcmk x pokemon#rosie writes#phantump conan au#thank you so much Liv for the AU#I will never stop gushing about it <3
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Authors note: inspired by the art down below! Just a little prompt how it would be if this fine man would eat you out like a starved animal.
cw: higuruma x femReader, eating out, swearing, use of words like darling, clit/vaginal play with tongue/fingers, squirting, drug mention but only once
Art by fckmanji on x
»Mmmm…oh yes, darling. Tasting so fuckin' good.«
His head buried deep between your thighs, his voice hummed on your sensitive areas which were dripping with wetness. Your hands grabbed the bedsheets, one of it grabbing his head and buried your fingers in his black hair. Your hips moved slightly against his tongue, trying to stimulate more to get your release. But his hands pressed down on your thighs as he raised his head a little to look at you. Eyes half down, he raised a brow.
»Patience, my dear, is a virtue.« his tie was loose, the first buttons of his shirt already opened when he came home from work. The first thing he did, was grabbing you and pulling you to bed. He wanted his reward, wanted your pussy so badly. Your pink folds, already sensitive although he didn’t do anything before and which was craving him the whole day. His fingers did his magic before, but only teased you and spread your wetness along your whole cunt. Now you managed to whimper a few words, looking at him and again realizing that this was really happening and this man was yours. You wanted to push yourself on your elbows to see more, to be closer to him, but he wouldn’t let you. For now.
So you remained laying in front of him, naked with both legs spread and your dripping cunt, glistening with your arousal and just being ready for him. His mouth and lips were looking like a mess as well and you blushed seeing him hungry like that because of you. He leaned forward again as you nodded and relaxed back into the pillows, letting his tongue glide over your whole pussy up to your clit. Finding that point that made you crazy, that sensitive pearl of yours, he started to feast on it and sucked slowly and deeper on you. Stretching your folds with both of his hands to get better access, he let his nose burry into you. It made you shiver in delight, feeling him penetrate you just more with it, so your hips wanted to rub against it urgently.
Noises of wet sucking and light moans filled the whole room, the smell of cum and sex clouded your minds, made you feel light but also desperate for more. It was like a drug. A very powerful drug you couldn’t get enough of. He knew your weaknesses, your special points and hit them with his tongue so skillfully. You breathed out, your chest rising and falling much faster now and let out pure desperate moans which motivated him to go on.
»H-Hiro..,« you moaned, arching your back in delight, not able to continue your sentence. The man grinned at your wetness, continued his treatment. His tongue moved inside your hole and you let out a little louder sigh, almost a scream. Your eyes rolled back to the end of your head and he continued to rub your clit while moving his tongue in just the perfect pace. Humming few words, not really able to understand, he brought you faster to climax than you could realize.
»That’s it baby, cum on my face.« he felt his cock twitch in his pants several times by now and He resisted the urge, to pull it out and rub it along with you. But no, all he wanted was that sweet pussy of yours now. He missed it all the long and hard day, had nothing else in mind than to press his mouth on you. Tasting you and bringing you to orgrasm as much as you wanted. You always admired his nose. Now it came very handy and made the contact with your sensitive core even more intense. You literally rubbed yourself on his nose until you felt yourself go wilde.
»Ah..ahh fuck…oh fuck, y-yes!« you repeated your voice like a steady melody and could feel your cunt clenching around his tongue. Would he even make you…
He moved his tongue back down over your pussy so skillfully and slowly licked all over, savoring your taste as he then slided a finger into your hole. He curled it back and forth around to make you squirm like a mess. He was hitting it, oh yes, he was definitely hitting your G-spot. You couldn’t get away from his touches and felt everything explode right inside of you. Heat covered your whole body, the excitement in your lower areas building up so hard, that yo couldn’t hold yourself back. You bucked yourself from the bed, felt the final release between your legs, something warm running down your shivering thighs. So you opened your eyes again. Warm of your cum was covering his whole mouth, dripping down at the bedsheets as he looked at you with that nastiest little grin.
»My turn.«
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2 Cents
(Get it? Cause it's all about change? I'm hilarious)
The response to SAS has been stunning, to say the least. Duh, of course you know what I'm talking about -- Woooahhhhh the major anti-endo is pro-endo now!!!
Only, I really don't want to frame it like that. And... I'm so relieved to see so many taking it in stride and not framing it like that.
Me and Dude have been friends for a very, very long while -- or at least it feels like a long time. DID makes it hard and all to really realize how much time passes. But I consider Dude one of my close friends at this time, and I hope people can see why. He's a person who's willing to change, albeit stubbornly, and he works so hard to be kind -- even when the world has been so much less than kind back.
And one thing I've always known is that Dude was anti-endo, but willing to compromise on those opinions and beliefs if it meant furthering the science of it all, and understanding more about all of this. As time went on, it became understanding more about CDDs than ever before, fueled less by frustration and more by genuine curiosity. It's what attracted me to this friendship in the first place.
Seeing Dude repeatedly start to say that he is pro-endo warmed my heart, but not because of the pro-endo part; it was because of the change part. Because so many people struggle with that, with the idea that they can change. Me being one of them.
It's been... so difficult trying to carve out a place in syscourse. In life. I started out pro-endo and manipulated into very nearly thinking I wasn't a DID system at all. I moved to this nebulous area where i was harassed for stepping out of line. I was neutral, I became anti-endo, neutral again -- constantly flip flopping because I didn't have anyone or anything to hold onto. I didn't get to have a community. I didn't get to be anything other than The Bad Guy.
While I was in a CDD server, I at least had that community, but even that wasn't what I wanted. Even that wasn't good for me, even if it was good in other ways. Maybe I'll find the good again someday.
But seeing this outpouring of support... As someone who now no longer uses any syscourse label (Call me what you want, I really don't care), it's a goddamn relief to see someone being accepted with open arms. It's a relief to see people being so kind and generous, both with asks and with comments. I have to be blunt and say how jealous I am, seeing the outcropping of support.
But I'm also relieved to see my experience really is far from the norm... while also acknowledging that I am incredibly braced for impact at the moment due to those experiences.
I'm an incredibly stubborn person, I'm able to admit it. I struggle to change. I'm incredibly set in my ways. But I also do change, rapidly, flipping on a dime when I think it's what the other person wants. (Honestly, part of why I appreciate Dude so much was his insistence on slowing down, getting the facts, and making an educated decision based on that). And recently with syscourse, I've felt as if I have to slam my fist into the table and shout and scream about How Pro-Endo I Am, just in case anyone was lumping me in with those anti-endos -- but then I saw how some pro-endos were acting, and I felt I couldn't say anything about it-- ugh, I'm rambling.
All that is to say, I've felt so... stunningly alone lately, even with the support of my friends. I'm alone in syscourse. I'm alone in recovery. So many of my friends are moving on, healing, growing, and... Here I am, just a silly little circle on their blog, young and stupid and dumb.
So I'm glad people are accepting Dude, not as a pro-endo, but as someone who has grown. It gives me a lot of hope for my future. A lot of hope for finding a community -- not as a pro-endo, or anti-endo, or syscourse anything.
Just as a person.
Does that make sense?
I hope other people out there, stuck in syscourse like me, feeling very alone in a very large world, can see how willing people are to extend a hand. I hope I've extended my own enough. I just... have a lot of hope for the future.
@sysmedsaresexist Thanks for helping give me that right now <3
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Fruit of the Wicked: Chapter Four
CW: lady whump, male whumper/female whumpee, poc whump (whumpee is a Black woman), age gap whump (whumper is an older man), religious whump
A big thank you to Marz and Gen for beta reading this week's chapter <3
When the door opened that morning and the man crossed the threshold, he did not have food or water with him still, instead toting a large, full black trash bag. Dani was too perplexed by it to even be upset.
Noticing her expression, the man lifted up the arm holding the trash bag. “Clothes,” he stated, tossing it towards her. “I went through and found some that were approximately your size.”
The bag landed slightly past where Dani sat, its contents spilling open onto the floor. Dani didn’t touch it. She didn’t know where they came from. The man hadn’t left the cabin since Dani first arrived, and they surely couldn’t be his daughter’s hand-me-downs, she wouldn’t fit in them. When she didn’t reach for them, the man sighed impatiently and tapped his fingers against the door frame.
“You’re not staying in those clothes,” the man said, gesturing towards her. He had a point—the clothes she was wearing were coated in smears of dirt and her sweat. She nodded and finally reached for the bag, the promise of clean clothes outweighing the mystery.
As she pulled the bag towards her, more clothes tumbled out. A variety of colors and patterns greeted her as she began to sort through its contents. Some of the items Dani sorted through were doable, meanwhile others were absolutely never going on her. A pair of faded blue jeans would work. A blouse that looked like it wasn’t even from this century would not.
“I’m not gonna find underwear in here, am I?” She asked, staring at the man’s work boots, the concern of second-hand underwear preceding her.
“No,” the man said. “I’ve already taken care of that.”
Wonderful.
As Dani continued to sort through the bag’s contents, a particular blouse caught her eye. Something about the pattern in the lace drew her eyes to it. As she studied it and went to place it in the pile of clothes she would not wear, she saw the stain at the bottom hem of the shirt, a deep brown soaked into the fabric. She threw the shirt away from her like it had burnt her.
Blood. The clothes she was sorting through were stained with someone else’s blood.
The man slowly bent over to pick up the blouse, inspecting it himself. “Oh,” he said without emotion. “I didn’t know there were clothes like this in this bag.”
“Whose clothes are these?” Dani asked, voice shaking.
“They belonged to someone who doesn’t need them anymore,” was all the man said.
Once he noticed that Dani had finished going through the bag of clothes, the man bent down and reached for the key hanging around his neck. “Stand up, and bring the clothes you’ve picked with you. Leave the ones you don’t want in the bag.” Dani froze at the sudden proximity as the man reached over and undid the cuff, but instead chose to focus on the clothes she’d picked. Scooping them into her arms, Dani stood up and began to follow the man to the glass paned double doors that separated the study from the rest of the cabin. Twisting the handle to the door, the man led her out into the living area. It surprised Dani that he didn’t keep it locked, until she realized it was because she couldn’t reach the door when chained up.
The door next to the study was propped open, revealing a small storage room filled with bags and mason jars and wooden devices Dani couldn’t begin to name. They didn’t linger, instead moving to the door next to it, the bathroom. The man leaned into the door to open it, once again revealing the bathroom’s porcelain features and chipped tile, and pressed a towel-wrapped bundle and soap onto the clothes Dani held in her arms and said, “Clean yourself up and try on those clothes. I expect you to be quick about it.” When Dani stumbled into the bathroom, the door shut behind her.
The first thing Dani did was drop the clothes into the porcelain bathtub and run for the sink, turning the knobs and cupping her hands under the spout to catch as much water in her hands as possible before drinking every drop she could. If her head would’ve fit, she would’ve stuck her head under the faucet to drink straight from it. Glancing up at the smudged mirror, Dani got to see herself for the first time in days.
She, quite frankly, looked like dog shit. Her dark curls were tangled around her head, so tangled she didn’t dare try to run her fingers through to try and untangle them. She disappointedly realized that the soap and water she had weren’t going to be enough to work the knots out of her hair, but she could at least wash the dirt and remaining broken sticks out. Her eyes looked tired, despite spending most of the time sleeping the days away, until the man came to call on her company. Her rich brown skin looked sallow, and her lips were chapped. She stared at herself and thought, Jesus, I look like I’m about to cry, seconds before the tears started flowing.
Stupid. This was so stupid. She shouldn’t be crying now, of all times. Dani ran the water to mask her gasping as she doubled over and cried. She didn’t want to give the man the satisfaction of being able to hear her break apart. She just… needed a minute. One minute, one good cry, and then she’d be okay. She’d clean herself up, walk herself out of there, and she’d be fine.
Right?
Dani wiped her face, taking one last deep inhale before turning off the sink. Then, she began to peel her clothes off, article by article, until she was completely naked. Throwing each piece of clothing into a pile on the floor—shirt, jeans, underwear, bra—Dani reached for the bar of soap and bundle of cloth. Within the bundle were pairs of underwear. Awesome, Dani thought to herself sarcastically, but admittedly was glad to have them.
She didn’t feel comfortable using the shower and bathtub yet, instead opting to wash up with the sink. Wetting the bar of soap under the running water, Dani started to wash herself, hissing as the suds sizzled into the open welts on her arms. She was near tears by the time she had moved onto her chest and stomach, but the pain lessened from there. When she had finished, she turned the sink back off and dried herself off, before moving on to the clothes.
The clothes Dani tried on mostly fit her, minus a pair of jeans that hung off her hips and a few of the T-shirts. As uncomfortable as it was to be fitted in a dead woman’s wardrobe, Dani was grateful to at least be out of the filthy clothing she had been wearing for days, even if it did make her feel like shedding her own skin. Leaving the dirty and ill-fitting clothes in a pile on the floor, Dani took one last deep breath before opening the door to the bathroom.
The man was waiting for her, back against the wall on the other side of the door, a picture of boredom with his arms crossed and eyes glancing around the hallway. When she returned, he didn’t look her in the eye, instead looking her up and down, appraising the T-shirt and pair of jeans she had picked out for herself. “You done?” He asked, clearly unenthused. Dani nodded, hugging the bundle of clothes she still had left to her chest, intimately aware that he hadn’t given her another bra to change into. They made their way back to the room to deposit the remainder of Dani’s new clothing onto the floor before the man suggested they should go for a walk.
“Aren’t you afraid I’m gonna try running again?” Dani asked, skeptical.
The man shook his head and smiled. “I think it’ll be a non-issue,” he said as he pulled a small black box out of his pocket. He pressed a button on the side of the box and sparks flew from the metal prongs at the top, a line of electricity buzzing between them. “Don’t you?”
Dani nodded again, swallowing the lump in her throat.
They took a tour of the cabin first. Back out into the living area, where Dani took in the sight of the sunlight shining through the windows onto the knitted rug on the floor, and the small vase of flowers perched upon the room’s window sill. When they moved towards the kitchen, Dani began to notice how every surface, minus the sink and appliances, were made of wood. Almost as if they had been made from scratch. All the textiles were clearly homemade, too. This place had clearly been a labor of love, someone’s ongoing project. It was quaint. It was cozy. It was terrible.
The man gestured to the dining table and set of chairs in the middle of the kitchen area and said, “This is where you’ll be joining us for dinner, once you earn the right to eat.”
“Us?”
“My daughter and I.”
“But not your wife?” Dani asked. She had only noticed the man and the daughter in the days she had been here. No one else.
The man said nothing.
He walked her from the kitchen back into the hall with the two doors to the right, one door to the next. He started with the first two, the storage room and the bathroom, and described their basic functions, not like Dani had eyes or anything. The shock came when he opened the door on the right.
The door to the bedroom.
It was modest, a simple wooden bed in the middle of the room, covered in a plaid bedspread, with matching nightstands and a dresser from across the end of the bed. The sight of it made Dani’s stomach sink. “Why are you showing me this?” Dani asked, taking a deep breath.
“Just thought I’d show you all the rooms, is all.”
“Where does your daughter sleep, then?”
“In the attic.” He grabbed Dani by the arm and led her out the back door. She noticed the shotgun that hung from the wall as they passed.
Outside was bright green and blue and beautiful. The clearing that stretched out to the trees was fenced in with wire, covered with garden plots filled with plants. Tomatoes and beans of every color, various kinds of lettuce, spring onions, and others filled the garden to the brim, some plants even growing off the fence wire. There was a corner of the garden dedicated exclusively to flowers.
“We do what we can to live off the land,” The man explained. Dani continued to look around, spotting a barn and a chicken coop, as well as a small building next to them. Red and white chickens spread across the grass in front of them. How had she not seen any of this as she was running away?
“How did all of this get out here?” Dani asked, awestruck.
The man looked at her funny. “I built it,” he said, as if insulted by her insinuation. “Cleared the trees and built from the ground up. It’s not that hard once you have the tools.”
“Ah.” Was all Dani said in reply. She leaned down to touch one of the plants within reach, rubbing the leaves with her fingertips.
The man began to lead Dani back into the cabin, Dani involuntarily pulling away from him. She didn’t want to go back to that room. She didn’t want to go back to being chained to the floor like an animal. She wished he’d let her stay unchained, able to wander around the property at will. It’s not like she could leave, anyways.
When they made it back inside, they were met with the daughter standing in the kitchen, watching and repeatedly cleaning the same dish over and over again as they went back into the study. She was still watching as the door shut behind them.
“Stand here,” the man commanded, pointing to the spot on the floor where the metal ring stuck out. Dani obliged, frustrated, as the man bent down to cuff her ankle again. As he made his way down, he put his hands around her knees, running them down her calves in a caress before reaching her feet.
Dani didn’t think; she just kicked him.
He reacted just as fast, pulling a leg out from under her and sending her hurtling to the floor. Pain shot up Dani’s side as she hit the ground. The man grabbed Dani’s ankle, dragging her to him, and clamped the metal cuff onto her leg. “Is this the thanks I get for taking you out of the room?” He snarled, digging his nails into her leg.
“Don’t fucking touch me!” Dani screamed, kicking with both feet to push herself away from him. He gripped onto her leg harder.
“I hope you’re happy with yourself,” the man said, huffing. “You won’t be leaving the room anytime soon after that little stunt you just pulled.” He once again pulled the chain out from under his shirt with the key hanging from it and pulled it over his head, gripping Dani’s leg even harder as the key made its way into the lock.
“It was worth it,” Dani said through gritted teeth. The man shoved her now chained leg away from him and began to stand.
“I sure hope it was.” The man said once he had stood up, and slammed the door.
Taglist: @flowersarefreetherapy, @generic-whumperz, @heartinthehospital, @deluxewhump, @another-whump-sideblog, @pigeonwhumps , @lektricwhump , @watermelons-dont-grow-on-trees grow-on-trees, @sowhumpshaped
#look not a lot happened in this chapter but#intimate whumper#whump#whumplr#lady whump#defiant whumpee#fruit of the wicked
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Pretty As A Picture - Chapter 6
Marvel
Pairings: Steve Rogers x Reader x Bucky Barnes
Summary: When Bucky fell from the train, their soulmate was told he was gone. When Steve Rogers disappeared into the ice, their soulmate was again told one her soulmates were gone. But she didn't believe it. Couldn't believe it. Committed to a mental health institute, she dies of a broken heart. That's at least what the hidden S.H.I.E.LD files say, but if that's the case than why is there a photo of her. A photo that shows her side by side two redhaired Avengers.
Warnings will be per chapter.
For this fic reader will be British, but let your imagination replace if needed.
Chapter Summary: Reader is MIA, presumed dead but the team aren't buying it.
To describe what followed as a ruckus would be an understatement.
Nat felt like her legs were about to give out as she let out a choked sound, Bruce moving quickly to steady her and fighting back a code green. Wanda let out a sob before placing a hand over her mouth and turning into Vision who held her tightly.
Steve and Bucky were on their feet, Steve grabbing the electronic pad from Hill and projecting the information of your mission, your last check-in and the reports of those first onsite to the mission location. Bucky made a note of the location on his phone.
Steve, Tony and Rhodes were all barking questions out at Maria.
“Not a chance, there’s no damn way.” Clint said.
Bucky watched as more projections went up around the room and the noise of those talking got louder.
“Do you want to explain why she was sent into a base on her own that was full of hostiles?” Steve snapped.
“The intel said the base was quiet, half dozen to a dozen at most.”
“A dozen is over the ratio to send an agent on her own without someone on her six.”
“That’s a S.H.I.E.L.D ruling Captain Rogers. 21 is freelance, those rules don’t apply.”
“So you sent her in knowing damn well she could be over run.”
“Captain Rogers, 21 offers a particular skill set. I’ve personally witnessed her take down a dozen enemy agents single-handedly in seconds.”
“Nat, Nat, snap out of it, you know our girl, where is she?” Clint shouted over the noise to Nat.
Nat righted herself and took a deep breath. Wanda slipped her hand into Nat’s and squeezed. They exchanged a look and when they looked back at the group, all signs of weakness had been pushed back. Nat and Wanda were gone, this was Black Widow and Scarlet Witch.
“Walk us through what happened start to finish and I want the truth, no skipping anything out. Why did Fury send her in?”
Maria started to tell them how a Hydra base in Newfoundland had started to see activity. It had already been cleared by Shield but a sensor had been tripped.
“I know that base” Bucky interrupted “it was cleared by lower level agents because it was dead.”
Maria nodded and went to continue, Steve stopped her.
“When bases are reactivated they’re meant to be cleared by us or a team agreed by us, and I know for damn sure I didn’t sign-off on this.”
“I’ll ask you again Hill, why’d Fury pick her.” Nat asked.
“You know why.”
“What the fuck is that supposed to me?” Bucky almost growled, his Brooklyn accent coming out thicker in his anger.
“It was covert.” Maria answered.
“She means it was off book, Fury sent her because freelance agents didn’t have to sign the New Accords, they cover the grey area that we can’t, and you know what I think? I think you didn’t pass it to us because there was something you didn’t want us to see and Fury sent her because it needed someone who was quiet, that could be quiet and still offer deadly force and could get whatever you wanted out of there.”
“You realise you’ve just described Tinman and yourself right?” Sam pointed out.
Bucky’s head snapped to look at Nat. As much as Sam pissed him off, he was right on this occasion. Were you now a Widow like Nat, or were you like him in some way? Did something make you like that? Is that why Nat muttered some about guilt.
“There are, thirty-seven hostiles here by my count anyway, and that’s just this image alone.” Rhodey threw in, “they’re zip-tied and duck-taped. This doesn’t look like the work of someone that’s now presumed dead.”
“The evidence shows that….”
At that moment Bucky decided he was done. Done with Maria’s half arsed story, done with looking at screens and done with the what if’s. You looked like his soulmate. The mouth on you from calling out Nat on her bullshit when she tried to recruit you sounded like their soulmate. The fact that you’d given directions that involved getting Clint and Laura to safety via a sewer sounded like their map girl, and he was going to find you.
He was going to bring you home and make you theirs again, if every possible way.
#steve rogers x reader#avengers au#bucky barnes#steve rogers#bucky barnes x reader#avengers#steve x reader x bucky#soulmate au#avengers soulmate au#steve rogers x reader x bucky
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another way that Wolverine could be introduced to the Cullens:
They get lucky. Two thunder storms in the past month. Edward glances at Rosalie, who grins at him. She projects her idea.
Lets go play.
By the time they grab their things, the rest of the family has also gathered their outfits. Everything goes as planned. Lightning, thunder, the ting of the ball and bat ear-shattering. Emmett hits, and the ball goes straight in the air, far into the trees. Alice runs quick and easy. Just as planned. Until-
"Hey. Can I join in?"
They freeze.
A stocky, slouching man walks out from the tree-line, tossing the baseball up and down and up and down, like a child among wolves. or...a wolf among sheep. unaware, or uncaring of the threat.
#twilight#the twilight saga#the twilight renaissance#wolverine#logan howlett#he did this when they first moved into the area#so when Bella ends up there#he's already a casual friend#ooh. maybe he stays with Jacobs family#he takes care of the kid#:) fix Jacobs daddy issues with a big bad dilf#manlet#there we go#blorboblurbs
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think it's Interesting that, after everything, Alex wound up moving to the Rosswood area when he transferred colleges. Like, it isn't that I think there's anything supernatural about the location itself; I think Tim ran out to Rosswood Park as a kid because it was close enough to reach on foot while still being far enough out from the hospital's campus that it would take them a while to find him again, BUT I still think it's unbearably fascinating that it happened to be the exact same place Alex wound up running to in his attempt to escape the Operator after everything that happened during the film project
#N posts stuff#marble hornets#mh lb#like alex doesn't know anything about the hospital or the park's Significance to tim#because tim hadn't mentioned anything about his childhood when he offered up the location; just that it's in the area he was from#but it's still bonkers to me that it Just Happened to be where amy was going to college#and the way he talks about and navigates through the park in some of the earlier season 2 entries#also makes me think that he spent some not-insignificant time there between college and jay's channel being created#how often did he go out there to hide from everyone before shit hit hte fan again?#and how much More often did he go out there to hide After Jay started uploading entries?#because we Do know that alex had been watching the channel from the first upload#and even if he Didn't really spend time in teh park; he was still running from His college campus where he encountered TO when he moved#so the parallel is still there either way#drives me up the wall <3
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I'm doing my usual thing of spitballing while I work on pages. I'm gonna rule that word reaches Clan Alerion of what happened with Clan Sabrae shortly after 9:37. I have details to decide about Merrill's parents, but I know for certain that baba is immediately heading for Kirkwall to check on his girl.
he is totally her opposite in terms of appearance and presence. on the tall end for an elf, about 5'7". buff as hell. weathered. seen some shit and you can tell it in his eyes. has this imposing aura that makes him seem larger than he is. you feel small under his gaze even if you're heads taller.
first thing he does when he sees his girl is sweep her into a bone-breaking hug. then she's telling him everything that happened. he can tell that she's maybe not telling him everything and maybe not being objective, though, so he goes around getting the story from other people, too. Varric definitely has this absolute unit of a man knock on his door one evening.
Merrill's always gonna struggle with what happened. she's always going to have complicated feelings, misplaced guilt. but, I think baba is good at helping her recognize her accomplishments and fostering her confidence, especially as a leader.
#OOC / HOLLY.#I need a reason for why mamae doesn't come too . . .#there's something in my heart saying she has such a key position in Clan Alerion that she can't easily leave#Halla Keeper would make sense I think esp with that area being so inhospitable#for everyone but halla really are not adapted to it#maybe she oversees the oryx herds too#regardless the halla would need such specialized attention that she can't be spared for long periods#in terms of appearance she's closer to Merrill — who is 5'3" and a wet tunic away from 130#I tell you what tho mamae has stared down a wyvern before#that's how she met baba. their people were meeting and mingling#when one of her halla escaped the herd. he knew that area of the Silent Plains pretty well and is a protector#so he went with her. well they found the halla at the end of a wyvern's fangs#he was able to distract the wyvern to save the halla but uh. he got chomped#mamae stood between him and the wyvern. looked that wyvern right in the eyes. and didn't move until it dropped its head and backed away#she did what she could for his wounds until they got back; made an improv stretcher drawn by the halla; and took him home#he was in LOVE. he was like it's great you're taking me back to your clan because I'm not leaving#oh I'm gonna see your Keeper for healing? fantastic I can ask her about marrying you#say what are your Dalish marriage customs#'usually there's courtship first' 'I think we just did that' 'mmm did we?' 'I feel well courted'#. . . why am I doing this in the tags lmao
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