#holy shit I think this was 6k words
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Marooned: Chapter 23
Kid x FemReader x Killer
Warnings: Murder, violence, torture, gore, sex
Blood & (Rearranging) Guts
There was a giddy atmosphere on the Victoria Punk. The crew was bustling around, pushing canons, loading guns, sharpening blades. Your weapon, of course, was already sharp and loaded, but you wanted something else, which is why you were rummaging around in the kitchen. You hoped Killer wouldn't mind if you borrowed some things. It wouldn't take long to catch up to the Marine ship, especially at the pace you were moving. Kid ordered the Punk to sail at full speed once they were sure they were pursuing the right ship.
Back on deck, Minerva found you and followed you to where Killer and Kid were standing. Whatever their conversation was, it stopped when you walked over.
"Don't stop on my account." You leaned against the railing, looking towards the bow, which would be approaching the other ship any minute.
"Well, princess, we were just sayin how ya shouldn't expect any of us to watch yer back," Kid started. "Since ya like to remind us that yer not a part of this crew so much."
Your eyes rolled at the pet name. You were the precise opposite of a princess. "Don't expect me to watch yours either, Captain," You mocked. "Try to stay out of my way, would you?" You patted his back condescendingly as you walked past him, headed towards the bow. You wanted to have the first opportunity to board.
Killer caught your shoulder, leaning down to whisper in your ear. "Those better not be from my kitchen, darlin." His low voice vibrated against your ear.
"Nothing gets by you, huh?" You motioned for him to bend down again so you could whisper back, "I'm sure I can make it up to you somehow." You winked at him and continued to the bow.
You sat on Mini's back, waiting for your chance to board. The ships were close enough to exchange canon fire. It seemed like Eustass was having fun flinging their cannonballs back at them. You made a mental map of the path you needed to take to get to Giemsa the fastest. You figured Kid would be distracted by killing the marine grunts, but you didn't trust him not to kill your prey if he found him first.
Finally, the marine ship was close enough. Your fingers tightened in Mini's fur as she barreled towards them, using the railing as a kicking off point for an extra boost. To say the men on board were shocked to see an enormous hog land on the ship was an understatement. Using their moment of shock, you tore through them to get to the stairwell. You didn't even have to ask Mini to cover you. That was a given.
Everything else was tuned out the moment you put your hand on the handle of your gunblade. It was slower getting up the stairs, since you had the low ground. Normally, a captain should be fighting with their men, but you knew Giemsa was a coward at heart, only fighting people he could overpower. You were saving your bullets, however, the task of getting up the stairs was slower than you liked, and you were an impatient woman. Luckily, the stairs were narrow, which lended itself to lining the men up nicely for you. You plunged your knife into the belly of the man in front of you until the barrels of the gun portion of your weapon were flush against him. The line of men in front of you fell to their knees as you pulled the trigger. Infusing your weapon with haki let you shoot through the lot of them. Now, it was a semi-clear path, you just had to climb over some bodies or push some over the railing. You heard the wails of them behind you as Mini also stepped over them, a few hundred pounds heavier than yourself. You really didn't care if you killed them or not. They would die eventually and they would die suffering. Maybe they didn't even know about what their captain was up to. That didn't matter to you either. Guilt by association. Your moral compass had broken along with your spirit back then.
The closer you got to Giemsa's office, the more your heart raced. Not with anxiety or fear, but excitement. Just thinking about your plans for him brought a smile to your face. That smile was incredibly unsettling to the marines that encountered you. The ones who fought you were unnerved and some were frightened away altogether by what they saw. You let them go. The Kid Pirates were behind you after all. You wondered which enemy was more terrifying to them.
Mini had a blast barreling through the throngs of marines that were trying to defend their captain. Her coarse fur and thick skin prevented their blades from doing much harm, even more so because the wielders were pathetically weak. The boar would spear through her adversaries with her tusks and shake her head back and forth to fling them off. And if she didn't kill them like that, she trampled them. Clearly, she had a lot of pent up energy from being stuck on a boat, unable to run around.
Walking through the now-clear hall, you stood in front of the door you knew led to Giemsa. Instead of kicking it open, you knocked in code. It was something marines did sometimes to identify each other if they didn't know who was on the other side of the door. Thinking you were another marine, you were told to enter. He was facing away from you, hurriedly explaining the situation on a Den Den Mushi. "M-mayday! T-there's Kid Pirates everywhere. They-" He was cut off as you shot the snail from his hand. Good. He thinks it's only Kid Pirates. He did until he turned around. Then, whatever state of despair he was in was multiplied tenfold as his eyes went wide.
"Didn't I tell you I would come back?" You sat on his desk, across from him, gun pointed at his head. "Lose your weapons, pretty please." He did as he was told, pulling his sword from its scabbard and throwing it down. "Good boy, now strip." He gave you a pathetic look. "I don't trust you to actually disarm yourself, so strip." You used your gun to point to where you wanted him to stand. "And bring your chair over here."
He slowly started to disrobe. "Y-you know there's other marines on their way. A-admirals maybe even."
You put a warning shot through the wall next to his head. "Shut up and strip. No one is coming for your bitch ass." Where the fuck are you, Kid? I'm not waiting. You bit your lip. Maybe you could just do a tiny bit of torture and then heal him before Kid comes so he's a fresh canvas. You tied him to the chair with his own clothes, save for the jacket, which you were now cutting your trophy from. As you shoved it in your pocket for later, there was a loud commotion from outside. There he is. Giemsa's eyes shifted between you and Kid as the red-headed captain entered. As much as you didn't want to share this moment, you delighted in seeing Giemsa's hope of surviving this evaporate before your eyes.
"Took you long enough."
"I was cleaning up yer mess! Ya left a bunch of them alive!"
"They were gonna die eventually."
"Don't ya like to watch em die though?"
"You guys are psychopaths!" Giemsa couldn't stop himself from blubbering out loud. It wasn't the smartest move, drawing the attention of both of you.
You took a small paring knife out of your belt. Kid laughed behind you. "So THAT's why Killer was in a huff this morning."
"I'm borrowing it."
Kid's curiosity was thoroughly piqued. Usually he went for the big knives if he wanted to torture someone. "Show me what ya got, Sea Snake."
You lifted Giemsa's chin in your hand. "Since you enjoyed so much what was done to my face, I'll grant you the honor of matching."
Before you started, you tore a few strips of fabric from his discarded clothes. With some, you gagged him, and with the others, you wrapped them around your left hand. With the small knife, you started to trace a rough outline of your scars, replicated on his face. He whimpered. "Oh hush. I haven't even started. Just wait until I get to your eye." You took the little knife, starting from his head, and went over the small lines you had made, cutting until you could see the silvery sheen of fascia. Gripping the flap of skin with your fabric-wrapped hand, you started puling and cutting at the same time, no easy task when your materials were struggling beneath your hands. The fabric in your hand helped you keep your grip on the otherwise slick with blood flesh.
A hand came from the side of you and tightly gripped Giemsa by the hair so that he couldn't move his head. You gave a questioning look to Kid. "What?! The faster yer done, the faster I get a turn." Kid watched intently as you skinned half the man's head. No question you had practice with it. There was a finesse to your work. Even after blood was dripping down your elbows, you never lost your grip. Kid almost forgot to revel in the man's torment because he was so lost in the way your hands worked, and how good they looked glistening in red-brown hues.
It was satisfying to watch the skin peel away. Yes, you were aware that it was pretty fucked up to be enjoying this. No, you didn't care. He had it coming. Briefly, as you held up the skin you had cut away, you wondered if you could mail it to Marine Headquarters, similar to what the Warlord, Trafalgar Law, had done. You smirked at your handiwork. Just as your face had been marred, so too, was his. Flinging the skin towards where Mini was waiting, you went back to the task at hand.
Your hand squeezed over Kid's, making sure his grasp was firm. "Hold him tight. This is the best part."
Kid felt his skin heat up where you had left a bloody handprint. The way you bit your lip with concentration and how your voice was practically a purr when you gave him instruction made his heart race.
You grabbed the side of Giemsa's head that was missing skin, causing an intense stinging pain to him, though you barely heard his shrieking through your intense focus. Sliding your thumb up, you dipped it towards his eye. "I really wish you could live and learn what it feels like to have your vision taken from you, but sadly, you do have to die." Pushing your thumb under his eye, it was warm and wet. You maneuvered your hand to loosen the muscles holding the eye in place. During this, Giemsa screamed so hard you thought he passed out for a minute. Finally, his eye popped out, hanging on by the nerve. Wrapping it around your finger, you yanked on it. You held it up in front of his other eye so he could see it, IF he could see it, given that blood and tears were running down his face. "Mini." The boar had been patiently waiting in the background, Killer had been, too, you noticed. She opened her mouth for you to toss your prize into.
Wiping your hands on your clothes, you let out a sigh. Even though it should have been the opposite, for a normal person, you felt a weight lift from you. This was a catharsis. "Your turn, Captain." You walked past him towards Killer. "Try to impress me." Kid growled at your remark and immediately went to work on Giemsa, choosing blunt force as his tool.
It was hard to understand the flayed man, though you could make out him asking why Kid was now his torturer.
"Cuz ya fucked with me and my crew." Kid had the man encased in various metal pieces, crushing different parts of him as he pleased. "And based on what I've heard of ya, I can only guess what yer plans were with my girls." You could hear bones break from across the room.
Killer had his arms folded, watching the little show in front of him. "Nice technique."
You were sharpening the paring knife with a small whet stone, also borrowed from the kitchen. "Thanks," you grinned.
The blonde was definitely displeased with your use of kitchen tools. "You could have asked if we had any knives specifically for this."
"Oh yeah, Killer. Let me just ask for your finest torturing instruments." As if that was the weirdest thing that you could have done at this point. "You barely let me have my own weapon. AND I know the kitchen knives are way sharper."
"Not anymore." His voice was softer.
"Oh my god. Are you pouting?" It was in his tone. Cute.
"Don't push it. I didn't have to let you take them." Killer tilted his head. "I was curious about what you were gonna do."
"I told you I would make it up to you."
"You will."
His deep voice sent a shiver up your spine and you weren't mad at his threat. A particularly loud scream drew your attention back to Kid. "Don't kill him! That honor is mine, remember?" You got closer to see what he was doing. You could tell he overdid it. There were shards of metal sticking out of Giemsa everywhere and he was nearly unrecognizable with swelling and bruising. "Come on, Kid!" You pushed him exasperatedly. "He's practically dead!"
"But he's not!" Kid wiped his brow, getting rid of sweat, yet smearing deep red across it. "I held my end of the deal up."
"Barely."
"So-rry I don't have fancy knife skills like ya." He feigned an apology and snickered.
"Okay." You said, nodding irritatedly. "Then you're gonna learn." You handed him the kitchen knife, handle first.
Kid's eyebrows knit together. "Hah??"
You thrust the knife at him again. "Take it." He took it, an unsure look in his eyes. "Okay, now take the other half of his face off. You were watching how I did it." You folded your arms. Kid looked at you again and started to emulate what you had done. Killer had walked up, too, out of curiosity, to see how Kid would fare.
Kid cursed as the knife created a buttonhole in the skin he had tried to peel off. After a few more times, he threw his hands up. The man had little patience. "Are you happy? I tried."
"Uh-uh," you tutted. "You didn't want to stop before and you're not stopping now."A wry smile crept onto your face. "If I can't finish torturing him how I want, then you'll do." Before Kid was able to protest, you put your hand over his that was still gripping the knife, comically small in his huge hand. His arm was a lot longer than yours, putting you in a somewhat awkward position, pressed against his side. It was hard to ignore the smell of iron and sweat that radiated from him, not unpleasantly so. You tilted his hand slightly, "Your angle is wrong." The knife glided more smoothly, but it still snagged and punctured through the skin. Your usual admonishing tone was replaced with an encouraging one, "Too much force. Lighten up." You could feel Kid was tense under you. Your hand slid to his wrist and shook it until he relaxed. "That's better." You let his hand go, resting it on his shoulder next to your other hand. Once you saw he had the hang of it, you let him finish the job. Somewhat regretfully, you let go off his shoulder and stood back.
Kid was annoyed at first, you bossing him around. He only tried it initially to stop you from bitching at him. So what if he almost killed the guy, you wanted him dead anyway, and Kid wasn't used to sharing. When you put your hand over his, though, his thoughts were instantly clouded. Even more so, when he felt the rest of your body pressed up against his. He didn't even hear what you were saying, more focused on how your words tickled his neck than anything else. Kid was only shaken back to reality when you grabbed his wrist to get him to relax. He felt you lean on his shoulder, resting your chin on it while you were watching his progress. It was either the adrenaline or the testosterone pumping through his veins, maybe it was just you, covered in blood, with your sweet lips so close to his ear and your nails digging into his skin with every stroke of the knife, like you were enjoying it; either way he wanted to sling you over his shoulder and throw you on the bed in his cabin. Now, he watched you. After he had finished, it was your turn again, even though the poor excuse of a man was hanging onto life by a thread. Kid's eyes followed your grinning face as you took out your stupid gun/knife out and pressed it to the man's throat. A part of him wished he was the one under your burning gaze, maybe with a knife, maybe sitting on top of him. Slowly, you dragged the blade over Giemsa's throat. Instead of the red spray that was typical, there was a sad, red dripping line. The look you gave to Kid was withering as you stood in front of him, yelling something about how the guy's blood pressure was so low it wasn't even satisfying. His usual instinct was to yell something back at you, yet all he wanted to do was tangle his hand in your hair and devour your blood-stained body.
"Aw y'all look so precious torturing together," Killer was smirking under his mask, you could tell.
You didn't have a chance to voice your rebuttal before Kid bounced a bolt off his first mate's mask. "SHUT UP, KILLER."
Killer couldn't resist. It was an easy taunt. And judging from the way both you and Kid went red, well, it was hard to tell since both of your faces were spattered in blood, Killer was sure he would do it again. Kid was so cute when he got flustered. Killer couldn't blame him though; you were something else. Killer tried not to indulge himself in thoughts of you too often. He knew you would be a fleeting thing aboard the Victoria and he preferred to take his time getting to know someone. Pretty much the opposite of Kid, who liked to get to know someone starting at whatever hole he could get to first.
It was dusk when the three of you emerged on the deck. You hadn't realized how long you had been in there for. There wasn't a soul in white remaining on the marine ship. The only living occupants were the Kid Pirates looting it for maps, gold, and food. I'm hungry.
As if reading your mind, Killer asked his captain, "So are we going to feast tonight or what?" He was watching several crew carry kegs filled with some kind of alcohol, and crates of food fresh from the island you had just left.
"Fuck yeah," Kid replied enthusiastically.
As hungry as you were, you were not about to eat without washing the gore off. And you had some things you needed to get out of your mind, especially before drinking, namely Kid's scent and the way you could feel his muscles move under you. Both of those things were easier said than done. The first problem was every other girl had the same thinking as you, so all the showers were full. The second problem was that Kid was very hot and it was hard to banish certain thoughts you had about him, chiefly since you couldn't find a goddamn shower to quietly relieve that tension.
You paced the hallway, waiting for someone to finish up. "Other people have to shower too, you know!" You banged on the door.
"I know where there's a shower." You turned to see Kid smugly leaning against his doorframe.
You looked him up and down. "Not a chance." You couldn't take the bait that easily. You would never live it down.
He shrugged. "Suit yerself." Kid vanished into his cabin. He knew you would be back. After all, he had used his powers to turn on the showers and lock the door of the women's bathrooms. They had been long finished by now.
You paced for another 20 minutes before giving up. Fuck it. Sighing, you knocked on Kid's door. It opened almost immediately, like he'd been expecting you. "Can I use your shower?" You mumbled.
He put his hand to his ear, like he was waiting for you to say something else.
"Can I use your shower please, Captain?"
"Only because I'm so nice," He held the door open for you. "Ya know where it is."
You expected to be jumped, but Kid was busy looking at something on his desk, maybe one of the maps they had stolen. Your brows furrowed. You shrugged your jacket to the floor, sneaking a peek over your shoulder. Nothing. You opened the door to the bathroom but didn't close it, undoing your belt and kicking your pants off, as you leaned over to turn the water on. You could see in the reflection of the metal faucet that Kid still wasn't looking. It was making you a little mad. You didn't necessarily want him to be all over you, though now you were a bit offended that he wasn't. What? I'm not hot anymore? Another thought occurred to you. Did I go too far? He's turned off by what he saw me do?
Kid knew you were looking at him. He was pretending to look at a map, though he was actually trying to gauge your true interest in him. He was always the one that pursued you and sometimes under very dubious pretenses. But now he was genuinely curious. Did you want him? Of course he enjoyed when you struggled, because he knew you were into it, or you were eventually into it. After everything that transpired, he didn't want to accidentally overstep. It wasn't enjoyable if you weren't also enjoying yourself.
Now, you were standing in the doorway, stark naked and still nothing. Your eyes narrowed. Okay. I'll get his attention. One well-aimed shot did the trick.
Kid's head snapped up, finally looking at you. "WOMAN, ARE YA INSANE?" That was so close he could feel the heat from the bullet.
"You didn't even peek at me!"
Kid slammed his fist on the desk. "Gods, ya know I wanted to! I thought if I ignored ya, ya might put yer titties in my face or somethin! Not shoot at me!"
You shrugged. Yeah that's probably what a normal woman would do. "I guess." You walked over and stood in front of his desk, hands clasped behind your back.
"Don't ya fuckin act shy now! Ya shot at me and tried to seduce me."
A smirk tugged at the corner of your mouth. "I thought maybe..." You bit your lip. "I thought maybe I went a little... overboard earlier... and scared you off."
Kid threw his head back and laughed. "Are ya fuckin kiddin me? I'm Captain fucking Kid! It was the hottest thing I've ever seen." Kid stood up and started to undo his belts.
"No. Stop." You walked around the side of his desk and gently pushed him to sit back down. "Let me." You slid down between his knees, a little too eager to get past the obstacles between you and his dick. He helped you tug his pants down far enough to let his cock spring free, sucking in a sharp breath when you spit on it and took it in your hand. You knew you would gag if you tried to take the entire thing so you focused on the tip and used your hand for the rest.
Killer chose that moment to pop his head in, since the door was wide open. All he could see was Kid at his desk. "Hey, are you gonna get in?" He said thumb over his shoulder pointing to the shower. "Water's been on for a while."
Kid made some intelligible grunting noise.
Killer couldn't tell if that was a yes or no. "What?" He looked down at the floor, littered with your clothes, and back to Kid, who had his head tilted back. Killer was fairly familiar with that face. "You're gettin sucked off, aren't you?" He sighed. "Okay, well I'm gonna get in then." He started to close the door, mumbling about wasting hot water.
You heard Killer in the doorway ask Kid something, as you bobbed your head up and down. Remembering your promise to make it up to him for stealing his kitchen knives, you poked your head up. "You wanna join?"
Killer faltered for a moment before slamming the door, making you snicker.
Kid pushed your head back down. "Girlie, you're mine fer tonight. I ain't sharin," he growled, gripping your hair and making you go faster.
Your eyes were tearing up as his cock nearly made you choke every time he pushed your head down. Suddenly, he pulled you off him and up, pulling his legs closer together so you could comfortably sit on top of him. Kid was very obviously impatient as he grabbed your hips and pushed you down on his cock, filling you up in one swift motion. You buried your head into his head and moaned. His grip prevented you from grinding on him, which you desperately wanted to do, instead bouncing you up and down on him. With each downward motion, he was hitting your cervix. It was painful, but it was a good pain. You felt his tongue slide up the side of your neck, him moaning as he tasted the remaining blood and biting at your ear. You yelped but returned the favor, alternating biting at his neck and licking at the blood that was dried on it, from his shoulder to behind his ear. "You're disgusting," you breathily whispered. "I like that about you." Kid laughed between panting and lifted you up, slamming your back against the desk, him hulking over you. As you cried out, he bent down and shoved his tongue in your mouth. Both of you sucking at each other's tongues and biting at each other's lips. Your hands found his hair and tugged him closer to you. He swallowed every moan you gave up for him. The way your thighs gripped him tighter and tighter gave away how close you were.
"Hate me so much but yer little pussy can't get enough of me can it?" Kid teased. "Say it." Kid pressed his thumb into your clit.
"I h-hate you." You played dumb on purpose, defiantly smirking up at him.
Kid growled and closed his metal and on your throat. "No, the other thing," he hissed through clenched teeth, clearly trying to hold out.
"T-this..Nnnlittle," you couldn't think straight between his thumb rolling across your clit and the deep strokes he was pounding into you. "Fuck!" Your back involuntarily arched and heat filled your body, sending waves of shaking pleasure down to your curling toes.
The rhythmic clenching of your sopping wet pussy drove Kid over the edge. He wanted to stay buried in it, but he pulled out and sent ropes of hot cum to splatter across your body that was so beautifully laid out for him on his desk. The only thing that would be better was if the blood was still wet so he could really make a mess of you and smear it together with his cum. You both stayed like that until you caught your breath.
It sounded like Killer was done in the shower. He probably showered as fast as possible so he didn't have to hear Kid fucking you. Kid took off the rest of his clothes before slapping your tit and squeezing it. "Get yer ass in the shower. I'm tryna eat that pussy, too."
He didn't have to tell you twice and soon your back was pressed against the cool side of the shower, both your legs over Kid's shoulders. His tongue and fingers were unrelenting as he ripped another orgasm from you. You doubled over, gripping so tightly at his hair that your fingers were cramping, toes curling so hard that they were cramping, too. "Ah! F-fuck! Fuck!" Partly crying out from pleasure and partly crying out from pain. Kid finally let you down, stabilizing you with his arm when your legs refused to stop shaking.
He taunted you, "Poor brat can't even stand on her own."
"Shut up," you pushed his arm away. You started washing up, trying to get the dried blood out of your hair. Kid did the same. "Did I miss any spots?"
Kid looked you over and used his thumb to rub away something from your temple. "What about me?"
You looked at him with his wet, red hair plastered on his pale forehead. His appearance was so different without his lipstick and goggles. "Just your ugly-ass face." You flicked his crooked nose.
"Rotten, yer so lucky I'm hungry or I would fuck ya until ya lost yer voice from screamin so loud." Kid squished your cheeks in his hand. "Then ya couldn't run that smart mouth of yers."
You giggled at his threat, turning your head to his thumb and resting your lips on it, playfully taking it in your mouth and coming off it with a 'pop'. "What are you doing after dinner?" Your lust-filled eyes slid up to meet his.
When you both eventually emerged from below deck, everyone else was already deep into the festivities, and by festivities, you meant booze. Killer sipped through a straw and waved to Kid, leaning back in a chair. Everyone else was horsing around or stuffing their faces. You looked around and saw Heat beckoning you over. Next to him was Wire.
"I see you're friendly with the captain again." Heat casually observed. He was doing something with a bunch of bottles half-full of liquid.
You were surprised to see the marine ship still tethered to theirs. "Yeah, well, we were going over a map." You were certainly doing somethingover a map.
"Does that usually involve biting each other's necks?" Heat saw your glare and held his hands up. "Just askin. I don't know. I'm not a captain or anything."
Wire laughed at that.
"Fuck off, Heat." You laughed, touching your hand to your neck. You could heal them, but you really didn't care who saw or what they thought. Though you knew Quincy, Dive, and Emma would definitely give you a hard time. "Why is this thing still here?"
Heat was now stuffing rags into the tops of the bottles. "Every party needs a bonfire, Y/N." He handed you a few and lit the rags for you.
A grin split your face. "I see." You cocked your arm back and threw one bottle after the other towards the other ship.
Wire and Heat did the same next to you and a few others joined as well. When the other ship was fully engulfed, the ropes tethering it were cut. You leaned against the railing and watched it burn. The heat from the fire rolled over your face. It felt good. One down. Two to go. You sighed. What would you do now? Leave at the next island? Stick around? No one had asked you to leave or stay. You were dragged out of your thoughts, no, literally dragged, you noticed. There was a purple glow and you felt some kind of metal around your center. Kid. He set you on a bench between himself and Killer.
"Come sit with us, girlie," Kid slung his arm over your shoulders. "How does revenge feel?"
Killer set a mug down in front of you, complete with a straw like his. You took a long drink. "Feels even better with a lovely bonfire afterwards." The other ship was slowly drifting away. You turned back to Killer, who was taking things from his plate, like chicken bones, or other inedible scraps, and putting the under the table. You glanced under the table, already knowing what you would see, and looked back at him with a warmth in your eyes. Mini was happily munching on a pile of scraps that had been dumped at her feet, evidently placed there by not just Killer, but Heat and Wire, too, based on the cleanliness of their plates.
Killer scratched behind his neck. "Seems better than tossing it in the garbage." Killer hated wasting food.
You had wondered why Mini hadn't greeted you when you came on deck. Her heart had been swayed by chicken bones and apple cores. After eating your fill, you sat at the table and listened to Wire and Heat brag about who killed more marines. It was the most you heard Wire say so far. Kid joined the conversation, but instead of bragging about himself, he was telling them what you had done.
"Ya should have seen it! Maybe the next one ya can show em." Kid elbowed you in the side.
Both Killer and you lent a sideways glance to Kid. Next one?
Kid laughed. "She used Killer's good kitchen knives, too." He grabbed his friend's shoulder. "Probably only let her get away with it cuz she's got good-" It was your turn to elbow him. Hard.
"You talk too much when you're drunk." You got up from the table and went to find the girls. You wanted to hang out with them. If for no other reason than to avoid hear anything embarrassing come out of Kid's mouth. Just as you thought, they were unrelenting in their teasing when they saw the marks on your neck. "Whatever. At least I'm getting laid." You flipped them off. This started bickering between them when Emma was caught in a lie, claiming that she had, in fact, also gotten aid recently. Then Quincy started bitching about how there weren't many good options on board and she couldn't wait until they docked in another few days so they could hit the bar. You were in a fit of laughter as they started physically fighting, yanking each others' hair. You were all too distracted to notice Kid coming up and hoisting you over his shoulder.
It was the best night of sleep you had had since the first time you had slept in this bed. You were tangled in sheets and covered in red lipstick. Black sheets were a wise choice when you went to bed in red lipstick all the time, you supposed. Kid was in a deep sleep, snoring the house down. How you slept through that, you would never know. You stretched out and finally noticed the reason you had woken up: Killer was staring at you from the foot of the bed. You sat up quickly. "Uh, a 'good morning' would be less creepy."
He tossed a white piece of clothing at you. "Kitchen. 10 minutes." It was an apron.
You were still a little tired and sore from the night prior. But this intrigued you. You rushed out of bed, quickly washed up, and threw clothes on. Trying not to appear too eager, you went to the galley. "So am I making it up to you in this?" You gestured to the white apron.
Killer nodded. He walked up to you and adjusted the apron slightly. "Close your eyes."
You did as he asked. Killer was a bit of a mystery to you, but you thought he was probably kinky. You felt his hands at your waist, lightly positioning you in front of the counter. He put something in your hand and curled your fingers around it. It wasn't what you thought it would be. You opened your eyes. In front of you was a cutting board and some vegetables.
Killer was very amused by the confused expression on your face. "Get chopping, darlin." He started prepping some other things.
"What's this?"
"This is how you're making it up to me, line cook."
You blinked at him. "Are you serious? I thought..." Your face flushed. The mood soured for you as you realized you would not be getting any morning action.
Killer laughed. "You thought I was gonna fuck you."
"No!" It was hard to be mad at him when his laugh was so disarming.
"You did."
You channeled your frustration into chopping.
#hellllll yeah boy this might be my new favorite chapter#can't wait to hear yalls thoughts <3#eustass kid#massacre soldier killer#one piece#marooned#kid x reader x killer#killer x reader#eustass kid x reader#holy shit I think this was 6k words
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I am being so NORMAL over a fanfic right now
I am being so NORMAL over a huge bastard of a peepaw
#ive been having a bit of a moment thinking of i.nudou these days and just tonight i decided to read this one fic ive been ignoring-#HOLY FUCKIN SHIT. WHY DID I NOT READ IT SOONER.#6K WORDS JUST OOZING WITH I.NUDOU'S GAY CRISIS (half joking)#IM- IM JUST SO HAPPY FOR SOMETHING LIKE THAT- SOMETHING THAT TELLS HIS STORY- PAINTS A VIVID PICTURE OF HIS MANNERISMS EXISTS#I.nudou's such a nasty nasty old man in concept but his whole schtick with H.ijikata?? GOOD FUCKING SHIT IM-#joie ponders
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Heavenly sin
virgin pastor's son!leon kennedy x virgin fem!reader
cw: guilt!! p in v, porn watching (has some "intense" sex ig??), needy sex, virginity loss, creampies, thinking about god during sex, humping (dry at one point), oral (f receiving), awkwardness, CHECK-INS!!!, dirty talk, begging, soft ish dom!leon, pet names, mentions of daddy kink but only once, pregnancy mentioned a couple times, Leon's a sweetheart, goofy ending, rough ish treatment only once, confessions!!
wc: 6k...🧍🏻♀️
note: barely proof read and I don't know shit about church or anything like that... Lmk if I missed any tags! Also inspired by @moolvn's bot!
@valkyrurr @rigorwhoring @marymustdie @tatumrileyslover @frostywintersnow @queenofstresss haii yall ! :3
It's around 10 in the morning, and you're dressed in a flowy black dress with flower patterns on it. Perfect for church and for this wonderful spring weather. Pulling your hair back into a low ponytail, you get out of your parents car. They have already gone inside the church.
Walking briskly to the entrance, you take note of the flowers that are planted on each side that're beginning to bloom in the glowy sunlight. You make it in time to sit next to your parents before the prayer begins.
You bow your head and begin to listen to it. Soft shuffling is heard, and then there's a warmth on your right side, as if a heater were turned on.
Peaking out of your right eye, you see the pastor's son, Leon. Dressed in dark wash jeans and a white button up. He tilts his head towards you and smiles, mouthing, "Hello."
You smile and shake your head, closing your eyes to listen in on his father recite a prayer, so that the Holy Spirit will help us all understand God's words.
Despite trying to listen to him preach, your mind wanders off to the boy next to you. How his muscles ripple underneath his shirts. (which are always fitting for him. Like how?) And the way his beautiful oceanic eyes shine with purity. Especially when he's preaching about how God is constantly saving and bettering him and how important he truly is in his life. The way his brown hair flows in the wind and how it falls into his eye whenever he looks down.
It's all beautiful to you. You'd rather worship Leon than God. Would it be a sin to worship man instead of the Lord? Probably.
Every time you spoke with Leon, you felt dirty. You were filled with these disgusting, sinful feelings. You were afraid of it rubbing off on him and getting into trouble. Getting called the devil. Shunned and kicked out of the house for having feelings you didn't know how to fucking handle.
After all, you were only human. One with needs, thoughts, feelings, and insatiable cravings for a certain man beside you.
Once the pastor stops the prayer, everything else goes by quickly. You try not to stare at Leon while his father is reading aloud hymns. But it's impossible.
He catches your eye and flashes you a boyish smile. You look away. It's quite embarrassing to have been caught staring at him. You couldn't help it.
A couple hours later, the service ends. You get up and stretch your limbs, ready to leave.
A large hand grabs onto your forearm. Warmth surges through your veins, all the way up to your midsection.
Turning your head, you see that it's Leon.
He lets go of you with a smile. "Are you busy today? I was wondering if you'd like to come over."
Biting your lip, you think for a moment. Looking over at your parents, they give you a nod of approval.
"I'm free. I can come over today."
Both of you walk towards the exit, and he opens the door like a gentleman. You mutter a small "thank you" and step outside.
The cool, light breeze washes over your body like a cold shower. It feels refreshing after being in a stuffy room for more than an hour. Breathing it in and letting it out, you turn towards Leon.
He squints at you with a small smile, motioning to follow him. You oblige, putting your hands on the bottom of your dress and bunching up the fabric so that it doesn't fly up.
By the time you guys make it to his house, your feet are dying in the black flats you're wearing. Rubbed raw on your heels by your pinky and big toes.
You sigh in relief as you enter his house, slipping your shoes off by the door.
The both of you walk into the kitchen and grab a cup of water. Heading upstairs to his room. You try to push down the nerves and excitement bubbling in your guts, but it's so hard.
All you guys ever do is read, listen to the radio, and talk about your guys's jobs. Not all exciting, but laying in his bed and being so close to him is what gets your panties soaked. Maybe you are the devil's spawn. Getting aroused by just being in Leon's vicinity. It's bad. Real bad.
He opens his door and walks in, laying down on his plush queen-sized bed. His hair falls to the sides of his face as he closes his eyes. Breathing in deeply and then exhaling slowly.
You sit on the bed, eyeing him up while his eyes are closed. Noticing the way his veins on his hands are popping out, the small little freckles that paint his face and neck, and the way his lips look so velvety.
Wondering what it would feel like between your legs, your calves, and your neck. You shouldn't be thinking about him like this. It's wrong. But it feels so right.
"So, uh, what are we going to do?" You mutter quietly, tearing your gaze away from the white man beside you.
"I thought that we could just hang out."
"Okay." You scratch your head for a moment, looking at one of the posters on his wall. It's a poster for The Legend of Zelda, Ocarina of Time. It's probably one of the only games his parents approve of.
"Actually, hold on." He sits up slowly and begins to walk towards his desk, fishing something out. He holds up a CD with a grin. "I found this lying around on the bookstore floor. I thought that we could check it out."
Motioning with a nod of his head towards his computer. The thick monitor has the circular silver Dell logo on it at the bottom. Paired with his grey and black mouse.
Popping it into his PC as it whirrs on, you snatch his swiveling chair, making him sit on the uncomfortable wooden chair next to it. Maybe you should get a new best friend, thinking about how you come over so much that he has gotten another chair just in case you guys get on his computer.
You take over and open the Windows Media Player, then double-click on the CD's name. Spice it up in the bedroom! What an odd name.
Turning up the volume on his mini speakers that're alongside his monitor as you wait for the media to load.
A woman and a man appear in the frame, with a messy bed behind them. She's hardly wearing any clothing, only her undergarments and stockings are on her figure. Meanwhile, the man is only dressed in his briefs.
You feel your cheeks burn red hot, swallowing thickly at the video. Afraid of what's going to happen next and afraid of looking at Leon after this surprise of a CD, you continue to look straight ahead.
They don't even introduce themselves, but they say one thing: "Here's how to spice things up in the bedroom. Watch and learn."
Shifting in the cushiony chair, you unconsciously grab onto the armrests.
The next part shows the woman lying down with her legs spread open. The man walks into the frame and sits on the floor next to the end of the bed. Putting his face in between her legs, he kisses her thighs. Trailing up to the bend of her knees and then to her ankles. Repeating the same for her other leg.
Then he begins to leave small bite marks and bruises on her inner thighs. With each of them, her hips jump, and small moans leave her lips.
You squeeze your thighs together, feeling your most sacred parts ache with need. Hoping Leon doesn't notice it.
But he did, just didn't want to point it out and embarrass the both of you even more than you guys already are. He's always staring at you subtly. He's not doing any better on his end, cock filling out in his jeans, begging to be freed from its confinement.
He's just thinking about the kind of noises you'd make if he kissed you there. But he shouldn't think about that. His heart sinks into his stomach, feeling guilty for even having those sorts of thoughts about you from time to time. He wanted to baptize himself again and again until those thoughts clouded him no more.
Leon always had to shower in cold water to make all of the pent-up need go away from his dick. He was afraid to touch himself. Especially to the thought of you. He thought you didn't deserve to be sexualized. How wrong it is to even imagine your lips on his! How soft and plush you'd be against his body.
Feeling like the devil has made its way into both of your bodies. Lust coats both of your frontal lobes, coaxing you into continuing to watch this sinful CD.
The man begins to lick and kiss her panties which makes her noises grow louder and breathier. You hope to God that his parents don't come home anytime soon.
He slips her panties off, and her precious parts are exposed to the camera. Leon makes a small gasping sound, and you snap your head towards him.
"Leon, I.. I don't know if we should watch this. This is... wrong. I feel dirty, Leon." You search his eyes, hoping he'll agree, but he just blinks slowly at you.
"I-I think we should continue. Don't act like this doesn't pique your interest," he mutters back. His eyes are slowly beginning to darken.
Turning your focus on the screen, you hear him noisily slurping away between her thighs. The woman begins to get louder, and her fingers slot through his hair and pull him closer.
She yells out, "I'm cumming!" And soon her legs squeezed shut on his head, her body convulsing and lunging forward to curl in on itself.
"Fuck baby, that was so hot," He comes up and kisses her, grabbing a fistful of her hair and flipping her over onto her stomach. Fumbling with his black briefs, tugging them down and stepping out of them.
You squirm uncomfortably, not sure if you can handle seeing a random man naked. But you gulp down the bile crawling up your throat, mixed in with sickening guilt.
His cock stands up to attention, the tip as red as a tomato. A patch of hair surrounds it, leading down between his legs. He strokes it a couple of times, lolling his head back with a loud groan.
"You ready, slut?" Tapping himself against her folds.
"Y-Yes sir, I'm ready." The woman frantically nods and pushes up on her elbows, watching him sink into her hole.
He grips her hair as soon as he's fully sheathed inside, pulling her towards him. Making her see how they're connected. You bite your lip as you watch this couple go at it for about five minutes. Watching them change positions and get louder and louder with each minute that passes by.
He puts his hand on her throat and slaps her face, breasts, ass, and privates. It all makes you feel fuzzy inside, like you drank too much alcohol. The world is slowly starting to spin, with all thoughts going straight down between your thighs.
But the way he talks to her is what really gets you.
"You like that slut? Fuckin' taking daddy's cock so well, fuck."
"Good girl. I know you can take it."
"Yeah, cum on me, baby, squeeze this fat dick."
"Stupid fucking whore, practically crying for me to creampie this tight little pussy. Isn't that right, baby? God, you know you want my cum stuffed in you."
Her punched-out moans—the way she's clawing at the bed and sometimes at him—is what gets Leon excited. The way she can't even say anything remotely coherent to the man gets him so hard, it fucking hurts. Leon's boxers are practically stuck to his cock.
Leon's hand drifts towards his groin, shifting it so it doesn't press against the zipper of his jeans. He lets out a soft hiss, putting a hand to his mouth as he slumps back against the wooden chair. Leaning onto the left armrest.
Your ears pick up on Leon's strained noise, and you pull your knees up to your chest, breathing heavily between them. It's almost over, you think to yourself. Just a couple more minutes, and we can do something else. Forget about this, and maybe read the Bible to cleanse our minds.
The guy on the screen pulls her up so her back is flushed against his chest, his arm wrapped around her throat to keep her there. Her body is shaking uncontrollably, and he groans deeply, thrusting a couple more times before he comes to a halt.
"Fuck, baby girl, fuck. Take it. Mmhh, I want to get you pregnant so bad. Gonna suck on those fat tits until they're squirting milk into my mouth. I'm gonna love seeing you so swollen and full of my seed. God damn."
That's it. He pulls out of her, and you can vaguely see a white liquid pooling out of her and onto the bed. Her body is so red and bruised. It makes you take a deep breath.
By clicking out of it, you eject the disk and put it on the desk. Quickly shutting down his PC.
Both of you sit there in silence for a little while. Afraid to look at one another.
The air is so thick and hot, as if someone turned a heater on. It would make sense, as both of you have red faces and sweaty palms.
Leon's the first one to clear his throat and shift in his seat. "So, um. What did we watch?"
"For heavens sake, we just watched two people make love, Leon!" You whisper-yell at him, looking directly into his eyes.
He tugs his bottom lip between his teeth and looks to the side, clearly embarrassed. "Right."
You get up and flop onto his bed, face first. The coolness of his sheets is washing over you like an ice pack.
Leon sits next to you, practically burning his gaze on your thighs. Lost in thought of the possibility of doing something like what you both saw just mere moments ago. His hips are bucking upwards, seeking relief. Looking like a damn fool for humping the air.
"Do you think that felt good? Would God like...allow them to seek pleasure like that?" You mumble into the bed.
"I think so, but I don't know if God would be happy if they were to continue..without repenting for their sins and asking for forgiveness."
Yeah, you figured he would respond like that.
"I feel gross, Leon."
"Me too."
You turn on your side and look him up and down slowly. "Are you... aroused?"
Leon gulps and tilts down to meet your gaze with a small nod.
"Me too." Your voice is soft and hushed. Rubbing your thighs together for some relief.
At this point, you don't even care. God this. God that. Those women at the church don't seem to care when they get pregnant. They just pray and repent for their sins and move on with their day like nothing happened. So, God doesn't fucking care if you have intercourse or not. So long as you ask for forgiveness.
His baby blues drop to your lips and back up, licking his own lips. Then, he leans down and boxes you between his firm body and the plush bed.
Your breath catches in your throat as you feel him tremble above you. Heart thumping wildly in your ears, wondering if he can hear it too.
Unconsciously, your legs spread open to accommodate his hips. He shifts his weight nervously, his groin settling on top of yours.
Both of you moan and buck your hips towards one another, wanting more. Becoming insatiable beasts filled only with lust and need. Logic? God? Who needs that when you have horniness on the brain?
Leon groans and buries his face in your neck, panting hotly against your skin as he begins to dry hump you. "Please... It-It hurts. I'm sorry." He stops himself from rambling on, nosing up to your earlobe.
"Leon, it feels really good. Don't—don't stop, please."
His hips stutter, and he lets out a soft whimper, touching his forehead to yours. "May I... may I do what the video showed, to you?"
"Yes," you say as you connect your lips to his, tangling your hands into his thick locks of brown hair. Lightly pulling on it, earning you a groan into your mouth and a thrust against your clothed mound.
Tongues uniting sloppily, moans spewing out, and desire floating in the air. A perfect recipe for disaster.
He sits up on his knees, his eyes blown out, his lips red and glossy with spit. How can he get even prettier? It's not fair. It really isn't. God really gave him the best of the best, honestly.
Leon quickly made work of his button-up, throwing it across the room. His wife beater is the only article of clothing shielding you from seeing his chest and abdomen. What a shame. Though you do see a small silver chain, most likely it is his cross that he always wears, no matter what.
Breathing out of his mouth like his nose is fucking clogged, he hesitantly reaches up to the hem of your dress. "May I?" He whispers, pushing it up to where your shorts stop at your waist.
You nod, your hips lifting up to help him get rid of your dress. It soon hits the floor next to his shirt. Immediately feeling embarrassed, you cover your black bra with your hands.
Leon just stares in awe, his hands slowly trailing up your sides and tracing every contour and bend in your body.
"So beautiful," he mumbles. His thumb feels nice and is also ticklish where the sun doesn't see your body. He carefully removes your arms away from your bosom, kissing the inner parts of your wrists and making eye contact with you for the entirety of this undressing.
You gasp as he kisses down to your clavicles, making sure to take his time mapping out your figure with his lips now. Dipping down to your cleavage, his hands grab ahold of your waist, thumbs rubbing against the wire of your bra.
Leon presses his lips across your entire chest, making your skin buzz and your soul leave your body.
Never in your life would you have imagined Leon doing this to you in his own bed.
He fumbles with pulling your cups down, trying to get rid of the bra. "Can you, um.. take this off?"
You lean forward and unclip it, letting it fall forward into your lap. Getting your arms out of the straps, you are now topless in front of him. Topless in front of someone for the first time ever.
God is getting ready to punish the both of you for sinning, and you know it. Closing your eyes tightly for a few moments as you try to battle with continuing or just leaving Leon to deal with his own battle. That would be just mean. And if you were going to sin, why not together?
Gulping down the acid that clawed its way up your pipes once more, you shake off the guilt as much as you can. Opening your eyes, you see Leon getting closer to your chest. Ready to plant his love on them.
He slowly kisses around your areolas, nosing his way from breast to breast. You let out a nervous giggle as he makes eye contact with you as best he can.
Finally making contact with your nipples, he dips his tongue out and swirls around it. Pulling away with a soft 'pop', you card your fingers through his hair.
"Did that feel good?"
"Yeah, it felt really nice." You give him a shy smile, and he returns it.
Leon does the same to the other one before leaning back and admiring you once more. "You are honestly beautiful."
Covering your face with your arms, you push him with your knee, mumbling an embarrassed "thank you." You still have your manners, even for being the devil's best friend.
Some shuffling, and you peek through your arms and see he's taking off his white wife beater. You bite your lip and shift to your haunches, running your hands up his abdomen. Mesmerized by the way his muscles tense under your fingertips, dipping down to a small patch of hair trailing down beneath his jeans.
Smiling up at him, you wish to return the favor. Putting your lips near the belt of his pants, kissing each of his hip bones softly. His body twitches towards you, and he lets out a broken moan, putting his hands on your shoulders. You decide to be experimental and graze your teeth all the way up his stomach, stopping at his chest. Leon's sounds are going straight down south; you'll be surprised if your shorts aren't completely wet by now too.
"Can I?" You grab ahold of the button on his jeans, toying with it. Asking him for permission to undress him as well. He shakes his head, yes, and you immediately start undoing his fly. With a soft gasp, you see his bulge with a wet spot near the tip, staining his dark blue boxers. You continue to tug his pants down to his thighs so he can do the rest himself.
Leon's pants join the rest of your clothes on the floor. You shimmy your shorts and tights off. Both of you dressed in your undergarments.
You lay back, eyes on his cross necklace, hoping that God will accept you both as you are after this experience. Making love before marriage isn't acceptable, and you've been told your bodies are sacred temples and to not let anyone in or touch you inappropriately. Both of you would be shunned, and God knows what else would happen.
Leon begins to kiss his way down to your ankles and back up between your thighs. Slowly breathing in the scent of you. Pressing a few on your clothed mound, making you squirm, your thighs daring to close on his head. He gently pushes them away and up as he leaves little love bites where your legs connect to your most sacred spot.
Moaning softly, you cover your mouth. Your eyes dare to roll back into your head as you try and watch Leon explore your features before he removes the last article of clothing, keeping him away from seeing you completely bare. He moans into your panties, kitten-licking to taste your arousal. He is doing his best to try and copy the video from earlier.
"Please, Leon.." you whine, your hips pushing against his face, aching for more.
Leon nods his head and nuzzles against you, his nose stimulating you even further. He pulls away to remove your panties to dive back in.
Getting messy with it, he drools onto your folds, pressing open-mouth kisses all over. Paying attention to where you moan and squirm the most.
He dips his tongue down into your pulsating hole and groans, his eyes rolling back at the taste of you. "Tastes s'good, baby," he continues to ravage your poor, sensitive pussy, iron grip, keeping your thighs open.
You squeak and grab ahold of his hair, trying to push him away as you feel an unfamiliar warmth spread throughout your body. "Leon! Wait, wait, I-I—"
Leon moves his mouth up to your little pearl and begins to suck and nibble on it. That's what truly sends you over the edge.
Back bowing, legs shaking, head thrown back with your mouth open in a silent scream. You can't even feel your lower half; pins and needles are crawling down your legs and into your feet. You're sure your legs snapped shut on his head, as you feel him so much more now.
Soon you come back into reality with Leon hovering over you, his dick freed from its prison, poking your thigh. "You okay? Did that feel good, my love?" It's so sweet how he's checking in with you after giving you the best time of your life!
"Y-Yeah," you breathe out heavily, pulling him closer by his silver cross. Toying with it between your fingertips. "That felt amazing. Thank you."
Giving him a soft, sensual kiss. Tasting a bitter liquid on his lips. He chases you as soon as you part, dipping his tongue between your lips and asking for more. You oblige, and his thick muscle is invading your cavern, touching each tooth and swirling around your own tongue. It's turning hot and heavy as he presses his hips into yours, putting weight on you.
He starts humping your leg, his cock pulsating and leaking transparent sticky fluids on your skin. He is moaning and panting into your mouth as he cups your breasts. Slowly pulling away as he takes you in once more, completely infatuated with you, it seems. And it also seems the feeling is reciprocated by yours truly.
"Can I put it in, please?" Leon grabs ahold of his dick and clumsily strokes it over your cunt. His body is stuttering forward, and his grip on your breast is tightening just slightly.
Biting your swollen bottom lip, you nod slowly. Bracing yourself for the intrusion down there. It doesn't even look like he'll fit inside of you; you're afraid he's going to somehow rip you apart down there. But you push down the fear with a shaky sigh.
"Just, um.. let me know if it hurts," he swipes through your folds a few times before sinking into you gradually.
Your body tenses up, and you grab hold of his hand, squeezing it as you let out high pitched breathy whimpers. Squeezing your eyes shut as you try to get used to his size. You can't believe he's taking your virginity.
"W-wait, stop, stop, please... It hurts." You feel tears forming in your eyes, and Leon immediately halts.
Pressing chaste kisses to your eyes and one on your lips, his body bucks forward. With a groan, he murmurs, "God damn. I-I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, baby."
Your pussy flutters around his length, and you breathe in and out, getting used to him. Canting your hips up to get more of him on your terms, you roll your hips with a gasp and say, "Leon."
He takes that as a sign to push more of himself into you, filling you to the brim. Shifting to lay down on his forearms, next to your head, you wrap your legs around his waist. Your nails dig lightly into his back, eliciting a low growl from him as he tries to calm himself down. Too aroused with the feeling of you wrapped around his shaft so tightly that he can't even begin to think properly.
Taking a quick breather so that he doesn't accidentally fall on top of you. Lazily humping against you, stimulating your clitoral area while being so goddamn full of him.
"Baby, god," Leon starts to clumsily push in and out of your sopping heat. Barely even disconnecting himself from you. If anything, he doesn't ever want to pull out of you. You feel too good; it would greatly upset him to stop now.
It feels so intimate as he continues to hold your hand, sloppily kissing you as his dick slowly penetrates you deeper and deeper. Swallowing each other's noises, afraid of getting caught by his parents, is always lingering in the back of your mind.
"Mmnn, you're so tight, it's hard to move." Leon drops his forehead onto yours, staring at you intensely. His eyes are soft yet lustful, carrying love in them, you see.
Maybe you just hope that he loves you because you've loved him all your life. Having known him since you were 4 and he was 6, you couldn't have asked for anyone else to take your virginity but him. Even though he's the pastor's son.
"I love you," you can't help but blurt out. Biting your lip as he speeds up his movements for a few thrusts before going back to his lazy ones.
"You mean it?" He pants heavily into your mouth, feeling you nod your head against his. "I love you too. God, I really, really do. I promise, baby."
With those heartfelt (sort of) confessions, he begins to pick up his pace.
Growling softly when you clench around him or make squeaky noises that can't be discerned by a whimper or a moan. He loves you and all your little noises. The freckles that paint your body. The way your body curves and your stretch marks—everything about you is so gorgeous to him. He wouldn't want to do this with anyone else. He's tried giving you signs and hints that he wants to be your boyfriend, but he is always too scared to say it outright. But now he's glad about how things turned out. Including giving you his virginity.
You claw at his chest, grabbing ahold of his necklace as he fucks you harder. Looking down at his member, you see a white ring around his base. Throwing your head back into his pillows, you feel another orgasm creeping up your body.
"I'm gonna—it's gonna happen again, Leon, mmphh," you whine out as your legs try to close up, only to be blocked by his body.
Leon lets out a pained whimper, and then all of a sudden he grips onto your hair and starts to gently bite under your jawline next to your earlobe. It's syrupy and slow this time; your mind goes fuzzy and blank. No thoughts, just Leon. And his manhood bumps into your cervix.
"Please, let me... inside—can I?" His words are all jumbled up, and you can't help but say yes.
He speeds up even more, which seems impossible, but it really isn't. It has your chest bouncing with each thrust, and soft cries are leaving your lips. He keeps on holding onto your hair and hand, bringing your face up to meet him halfway to make out with you. Drooling into your mouth and his eyes rolling into the back of his head. With each thrust, his necklace bumps into your neck.
Hips stuttering into yours, he almost collapses onto your figure. Threatening to bury you into his mattress as he lazily thrusts a couple more times.
A hot liquid squirts into your womb, and Leon lets out a strained moan, dropping his head into your neck. Slowly letting go of your hair and letting your scalp relax after such harsh treatment. Your cunt clenches around him tightly.
His hips continue to jerk into yours, almost making sure his cum stays inside of you. It's like his body already knows what to do after watching one video of people making love.
Leon presses soft kisses up to your temple before getting off of you. Shifting back to his haunches, he hesitantly pulls out of your hole. Watching your cunt flutter around nothing, his seed slowly drips out of your hole. His dick jumps, hitting his toned stomach, almost ready to jump back into action for round two.
"Baby, just so beautiful. I love you."
You can't help but giggle at that, making more of the sticky white liquid squirt out of your hole and onto his sheets. He quickly notices that and grabs a few tissues to wipe it off, leaving you and himself clean.
"I love you too, pretty boy," you sigh deeply, truly enamored with the way Leon just is. He's so sweet without even trying.
You go to sit up and grab your undergarments, but your legs are too shaky to even stand up, and you almost fall over. Leon maneuvers you back onto his bed and fetches it all for you. Getting himself dressed as well.
Hell, maybe it wasn't so bad to become a sinner. It was definitely a heavenly sin, that's for sure.
You two stare at each other, lips swollen red, eyes swallowed by the black and flushed pink faces. Your hands interlocked as you slowly began to kiss. But this time, it's much sweeter and softer. No rush to feel skin on skin; just relaxing in the now.
"What're we going to do?" Mumbling into the kiss, you pull away.
"What do you mean?"
"You.. you did it inside of me. What if I get pregnant? I can't be a mother right now, Leon," you frown, looking down at your stomach.
"I'll figure it out, okay? And—And if you do end up carrying my child, I'll be there. I'm not just going to leave you."
And with that, your worries washed away, nodding alongside his words as if they were God's words. In a way, he is God to you. Constantly saving you, bettering you, loving you unconditionally, and listening to you. You'd get on your knees any day for Leon. He'd just have to say the word, and you'd do it.
"Was I too rough? Are you hurt anywhere?" He presses a few chaste kisses on your forehead and temple.
"No, but I am hurting... down there. It feels a little sore. But everything else is fine." You give him a thumbs-up with a goofy grin. He returns the silly smile, nuzzling your jawline.
"I can see if there's any ibuprofen; I'll be right back, okay?"
Shortly, he returns with two pills and sets them in your palm, bringing your water over to you. You take them with a gulp of water.
"I think I've got to use the restroom as well. I'll be back." You let out a breath and walked into the bathroom across the hall. Doing your business, flushing, and then washing your hands before returning back to him.
Joining him on his bed, under the covers, to snuggle up close to him.
"You're so warm. I love it."
"I'm glad you do, sweetheart."
You both end up talking for a few more hours about work, your friends, hobbies, and, lastly, how long you've liked one another.
"Wait, wait, wait," you giggle and lay on your elbows, resting your head in your palm. "You've liked me ever since elementary school? Why haven't you told me?"
"I tried. I tried giving you hints; I even brought you a flower that one time, remember? And, like, I always let you borrow my shirts and sweaters. I thought that was enough, and you saw that, and, uh, just didn't like me back." Leon rolls his eyes and pulls you into his arms. Attacking you with kisses on your ear and behind it.
You squeal and squirm in his grasp, letting out a breathy, "Okay, okay! I see it now!"
"What about you?"
"Since middle school. Remember the time on Valentine's Day when I gave you like all my candies? And then, when we did bingo at church, I gave you my prize and said I didn't want it. Yeah, well... I wanted it, but I gave it to you instead."
"So cute. I love you, baby bug," he mumbles into your neck.
"I love you too, handsome," you answer into his shoulder.
It is safe to say that you both fell asleep holding onto each other. With smiles on your faces. You both are dreaming of the day that you both get married and have the whole white picket fence, dog, children, and everything in between.
You'd risk your relationship with God again if it meant that you'd be with Leon forever.
He would absolutely risk being called a devil's spawn if it meant that he'd get to be your lover forever.
Maybe God would forgive you if you decided to sin again and again. As long as you are happy, it doesn't matter what happens. If and only if, you have Leon, the pastor's son, in your arms, everything will be alright.
#leon kennedy#leon kennedy x reader#leon kennedy x you#leon s kennedy#leon x reader#resident evil x reader#resident evil smut#pastors son!leon#leon smut#leon kennedy smut#re2 leon#localkiss
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stay sexy and don’t get murdered
rating: E for Explicit! 18+
pairing: dieter bravo x f!reader
word count: 6K
summary: Trapped behind a secret wall to hide from a murderer, the close proximity forces you and Dieter to confront feelings you rather bury underneath your case to prove your favorite neighbor didn’t commit suicide.
(This is the Only Murders in the Building smut fic in the chaotic stylings of Dieter Bravo.)
warnings: brief moments of tv-appropiate terror, arguing, mentions of suicide, mentions of death/murder, but more importantly: smut (like half of this is smut), oral (f!receiving), dieter’s bare ass nearly catching on fire, too many feelings for something that started as a crack fic idea
a/n: this is my submission for the Dieter Brainrot Club server challenge! Thank you so much to @sp00kymulderrr for putting this together!
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On the other side of the false door, the floor creaks. Fear arches up the back of your spine, your fingers digging into your thighs, your heart pounding somewhere near your ears. The threads of light that struggle through the nearly invisible cracks fade and emerge as heavy boots cross back and forth over the wooden floor. A thousand panicked thoughts pierce one after the other –
Did you shut the door all the way?
Could the intruder see the seams in the wall?
What were they waiting for?
And then, like a red, bright flare barreling through your brain: what the fuck were they after in Dieter’s apartment?
Another step closer to the false door and dread smothers every thought in your head, until you can hear the thundering of your own heart, the quick draw of your breath that is obviously so loud, the intruder has to hear it.
Another bootfall, another creak, less light – he’s coming right for you you’re drawing him in – you inhale sharply, fear beating your heart against your breast bone the closer and closer the shadow comes – all the light is gone – and –
His hand slips over your mouth and draws you against his chest. The chill of the hidden crawl space dissipates against his warm skin, his solid forearm like a protective barrier over your chest, his fingers suddenly around your wrist as if to catch you. Your body must think it's falling because your hands grip him around the forearm, pulling him even tighter, his warmth a balm to the sinking cold of fear.
Shhh . . .
Maybe he says it or maybe you just hear it in your head, his lips against your ear, not a gust of air between your bodies, his own breathing so faint you vaguely think he might be holding his breath. The heady scent of his muted cologne – days old at this point – mixed with the zing of something citrus-y has your head fogging up faster, fear dripping away like melting ice. You want to keep your eyes trained on the cracks of light, keep your muscles tense and ready for a fight when that door inevitably opens – but you swallow against his fingers when you realize that underlying smell of spice coming from him is the smell of Takis sticks and how much it turns you the fuck on.
In the silence, the footfalls stop. The pressure and overpowering heat at your back makes sweat peak at your hairline, heartbeat at a low thrum. You’re entirely sure both of you have stopped breathing, just waiting, hoping –
You squeeze your eyes shut –
And then the boots turn away. Heavy, lurking, but in the opposite direction. The invader paces up and down the length of the apartment, never coming near the secret door again. And then, as quickly as he came, the front door opens and shuts.
There is quiet, a ringing silence.
“Oh thank fuck,” Dieter gasps out. He lets you go, giving you space again, and you are instantly cold. He drops his hands to his navy sweatpants over his knees, head dropping down against his chest. “Holy shit I thought we were gonna die.”
Your lips are still warm from his hand so as if to give it back because you don’t want anything from him, you pout them out.
“If you didn’t fight with me about hiding, we would have had more time. Why are you physically incapable of listening to me?”
You watch sweat roll down his temples and you realize your back is also damp. Your knees quake as the adrenaline subsides. The droplet from his hair continues down his throat, catching on his collarbone between the two folded edges of pink-and-black see-through kimono he wore like it was a totally normal thing. Of course this is his painting outfit.
If Dieter catches you oogling, he doesn’t say anything. Instead he straightens up and rubs his eye with the back of his wrist, still a bit out of breath.
“You know, when someone with tits like yours pushes me into a dark closet, I’m not really one to argue, but I think I should get some credit for not calling the cops on the first person who broke into my apartment today. What the fuck were you doing in there?”
You’re not quite sure what makes you flush harder: that he caught you doing something highly illegal or that he thinks your tits are dark-closet worthy.
“Your apartment is one of the few original rooms built as part of the Rhododendron,” you answer defensively, arms crossed. “And since these passageways never showed up on any later building plans, I figured no one knew they were here.”
Dieter frowns as he wipes the back of his neck with his palm and your eyes definitely don’t track it.
“You’re saying there have been people living in my walls, watching me jerk off and I never knew?” His dumbstruck look melts into one of lewd satisfaction. “Nice.”
No, see, this was why nothing was ever going to ever happen between you two.
“God, Dieter, you’re disgusting.” You shove past him and lean into the door. “People aren’t living down here. Didn’t you hear what I said? Hardly anyone knows about this at all – and they aren’t waiting around – to watch – you come –,”
Three hard pushes and the door remains firmly shut. What the fuck? Your fingers skim the seams, looking for a latch or a handle, something.
“You can yell at me once we get back inside.” He shudders and wraps his arms around his chest. “I’m freezing my nips off in here.”
“I’m trying, Dieter, but it won’t open –,” you push harder, using even more force than you did to open it on the other side. “It’s stuck.”
“Move, I’ll do it –,”
“Fuck you, Dieter, I got it.”
“We’d be outta here by now if you did.”
“Just help me–,”
“Ugh – fine – on the count of three – one –,”
“Two –,”
“Three!”
Nothing. He slumps to the floor, his bare feet sprawled out in front of him.
“For this much grunting and sweat,” he pants, “we should definitely be fucking.”
You flick his ear, glaring at him, the heat of exertion sparking up to your cheeks at his words. He scowls up at you and claps a big hand over his ear as if to protect it from further assault.
With a huff, you take out your phone and slide on the flashlight. As suspected, the crawlspace continues on, long into the dark.
“C’mon, there has to be a way out somehow.”
“You’re not serious,” he snaps from behind you. “Even I know in an emergency situation you have to stay put and wait for the authorities.”
“Oh, you mean the authorities that don’t know we’re here and probably will never know, with my –,” you check your phone for emphasis, “zero bars!”
His hands fly to his pant pockets and groans. “Fuck, I don’t have mine.”
You step back, hinging at the waist in a low bow. “Then lead the way.”
“Fuck, this is not how I wanted to spend my night.” He groans again and shoves the heel of his palms into his eyes before crawling to his feet. He wraps the air-thin kimono around his torso and fixes you with a solid glare. “Fine, but I’m charging you for every toe I lose to hypothermia.”
The hallways grow colder and darker the further you go, the air thickening with dust. You walk longer and longer as the passageway narrows until his shoulder bumps yours and eventually he has to follow an inch behind you to get through. But he’s not close enough to be warm.
“Can’t believe my last fucking meal was Froot Loops,” Dieter announces to the darkness after what feels like you’ve been walking for hours. You don’t need to see his face to know he’s scowling. “Fucking nasty.”
Your jaw aches from how tightly you grind your teeth together.
“If it was so nasty, then why did you eat it?”
“I couldn’t UberEats Captain Crunch,” he sniffs and you realize how cold your own nose is. “There’s a blizzard going on outside, didn’t you hear? Or were you too busy playing Nancy Drew, Baby’s First Break in?”
“I didn’t think you’d be home so early. You usually stop painting around eight, not 6:30.”
“And just what were you hoping to find?” The casual sarcasm has been leached from his voice and genuine anger crackles over your shoulder. “I told you Mags gave me that key to her apartment of her own free will –,”
“– which you just conveniently forgot to mention–,”
“– she gave it to me months ago and, so, yeah, sue me for forgetting!” You want to bite back with something, something to make the painful ache in your chest when you found out he had been lying to you go away. Something to scrape the taste of shame and disappointment off your tongue. But you know everything you’d throw at him would be unfair and childish. You stew so long in a bottle of your own rage and hurt that you don’t realize the silence has stretched on far too long.
When Dieter speaks again, he’s several steps behind you. You shine the flashlight on him and he barely flinches. You can see his broad shoulders shivering and you do think his feet look worryingly pink.
“The last time I saw Mags was just before a six month shoot. She gave me that key and told her to surprise her when I came back.” His teeth are chattering but he won’t look up at you. “I meant to call her, check in, while I was gone, but I just . . .” He shakes his head, eyes tightly shut. “I got back into town an hour after they found her body . . . which means I didn’t kill her, for the record. You can check my ticket.”
Your mouth drops open, shame spreading out like an electric shock across your skin. “Dieter, I never thought that you . . .”
His glare levels you and you wonder what his face looked like after you slammed the door behind you that night you found the key. You had spent two weeks afterwards wandering the halls looking for secret tunnels to peel the image of his face just before you left in a rush from the walls of your brain. What had he done in all that time apart?
“Whatever. Let’s just go. I think you already owe me a thousand bucks.”
He tries to move forward but you block him, standing in the middle of the hallway. The light of your phone hits him from underneath and his jawline plays shadows on his chest.
“I didn’t leave because I thought you killed her, Dieter. You lied to me. I’ve been running in fucking circles over this thing for weeks and all this time you kept something from me! It felt like you were . . .”
“What?”
The heat of your anger rolls up to the back of your neck. “It . . . i-it felt like you were manipulating me. Play detective with the little idiot in 2B because you’re bored and I was . . . available. Like what we were doing, it didn’t matter to you.”
Dieter’s teeth clench on the right side of his jaw. “Of course it matters to me. Mags was the only one in this entire building who treated me like a person and not a fucking spectacle. She was important to me and I know she didn’t kill herself. I wanna get the fucker who did it as much as you do.”
“But you kissed me!” You feel the cold in the air drop down into your lungs so fast your chest aches. “You kissed me, Dieter, and then I found the key on accident – like you were hiding it from me – a-and I heard the message Anika left on your voicemail. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to, but . . .” You squeeze your eyes shut, the cold from your lungs seeping into your bones. It’s nearly hard to breathe. “You and I are very different people, Dieter, and there’s not a world I can imagine you want anything to do with me, or Mags. I thought you were just . . . playing with me.”
The light of the phone hovers between you and him. Your toes are starting to ache from the ice-cold concrete and you briefly consider taking off your shoes and giving him your socks because that’s the instinct he draws from you. Despite how you fought it, how you clawed and scratched, you want Dieter Bravo to be okay, to be happy. But you can’t prostrate yourself on the altar of someone who wouldn’t do the same for you.
Not again.
“Dieter, please say something.” You can see his pant leg tremble in the blue light. “I’m sorry I–,”
“Did you ever think I like the fact that you’re different from me? From everything that my world means? That everything that makes you, you is amazing and gorgeous and I’m so fucking drawn to it, I lose sleep at night.” His voice is deep, hulking in a way that fills up the dark corridor until you feel like you are being smothered. But it’s not angry, not aggressive. If anything, his voice is thick with regret. “Anika was . . . a mistake. She knows that now. She’s seen it. So I can’t blame you for r-running the way you did, but . . . I’m not lying to you. Not about Mags, or how I feel, or anything else. I never have and I never will. You got that?”
Swallowing the grisly, meaty knot in your throat that could be mistaken for your emaciated heart, you nod. You are suddenly overwhelmed by the desire to fall to your knees and confess your own sordid past that made you the way that you are because he needs to know you’re NOT amazing or gorgeous or anything resembling someone worth losing sleep over.
He needs to know he should run from you
“I’m starting to lose feeling in my toes, seriously. We need to get out of here.”
He stands there staring, the dark shadows abandoned by the light of your phone hiding whatever is in his eyes. And then you realize he’s waiting for you to move. Your knees and elbows locked from the cold and the weight of his confession, you stiffly turn around, heading into the darkness without looking back.
About an hour later, Dieter bursts through his apartment again with a cry of relief and immediately bolts for the fireplace. He twiddles with the switch a second before a massive fire belches from behind the sleek black grate. With another deep groan, he drops in front of the fire and sticks his hands centimeters from the metal fence. He wiggles his toes and props them up on the marble lip. The stiffness recedes, the pink fading, and he glances over his shoulder.
“Well, don’t just stand there. Either come in and shut the door . . . or leave.”
Your fingers wrap around the edge of the black door. You are cold. Your fingers are cold. The hole in your heart that’s been growing there long before you met Dieter . . . makes you step through the threshold and shut the door behind you.
Dieter wiggles his toes against the marble lip, his elbows over his knees, his eyes the color of earth in autumn. He neither tenses or relaxes when you sit down next to him, extending your own extremities closer to the fire.
The color has returned to his lips and you can’t find anything else in the room to look at.
“I’d offer you a drink,” he murmurs to the flames, “but I still can’t feel my feet.”
I lose sleep at night.
“Dieter, look, I’m . . .”
His thick fingers wrap around the bone of his wrist and he shakes his head. “Don’t. You don’t have to say anything. Don’t . . . don’t say it if you don’t mean it.”
“Thank you, Dieter.” You glance at him. The fire crackles in his eyes, wide in disbelief, fingers tangled together. “I mean that. I wouldn’t have gotten as far as I have without you.”
He chuckles after a pause. “That’s not what you said when I broke into the super’s storage closet for you.”
“You’re going to get us arrested,” you roll your eyes and bump your shoulder into his. With a grin that is innocent and hopeful and full of bright fire from behind the grate, his gaze drops to the plush of your mouth, the wet crease where your tongue soothes dry skin, and his bottom lip curls between his teeth.
“Oh,” he murmurs, “I’ve always liked the idea of you in handcuffs.”
As though his gaze has a solid presence, it licks fire down your throat, over the back of your neck, rocketing into your spine and swooping low into the peak of your thighs. It darts over your lips, your nose, your cheeks, your ears, dragging lightning in its wake.
It isn’t the first time you’re consumed by the thought of kissing Dieter Bravo and it certainly won’t be the last, but it’s the first time you are made so overwhelmingly helpless by it, the wind is knocked out of you for a second.
You wait too long to breathe, too long to tear your gaze away from his lips, too long to realize you’re leaning into him, until his broad hand redirects your forward motion up into his open mouth.
This is the first time you’ve ever kissed Dieter Bravo and dear fucking god, please don’t let it be the last.
His tongue lines your bottom lip, tasting, memorizing, marking that place that has you tilting in closer. Beneath your fingertips, the recluse beard scratches and burns and you take his jaw in both palms because you can’t wait to push it between your legs. His fingers wind into your hair and he’s leaning over you, consuming you like only your dreams of this kiss had before.
All it takes is one soft sigh, one final moan of relief, your fingers curling around the flimsy kimono, and Dieter pins you to the floor in a single fluid motion. His knee digs into your thigh, trapping your legs apart, to make room for himself in the cradle of your hips, pressing himself into you and pushing air from your lungs. You can feel him hard, the tip of his cock warm against you, and that simple fact – the fact he wants you so badly – has you slotting an arm around the back of his neck, tugging him in tighter, closer, because not even sex would bring him deeper inside you. With a grunt, Dieter’s hand leaves your cheek, running hotly down your neck, the curve of your shoulder, and into the dip of your hip. He squeezes and you whine against his teeth. He rucks his leg up under your thigh, squeezes you again, rougher, more intentional, and you tug your head back, gasping for breath, lungs on fire and mind whirling like a book flipping open in the wind.
You groan, air precious and limited, as he sinks just a hint of teeth into your jaw, your earlobe – harder, then – your throat, his tongue going flat and fat against your skin, then the valley of your collarbone. He mouths lower on your chest over your shirt, need overwhelming logic, and your fingers fly to slide up your own shirt, wriggling between his cock and the floor, and when he sees you peel your shirt up over your ribs, his mouth parts, eyes dark, framed by darker lashes.
“Fuck.”
Your back arches towards his mouth, towards his tongue and lips and teeth and the hot pant of air coming from the back of his throat. The lip of your shirt exposes your heaving tits and Dieter plants his mouth in the curve, groaning with a mouthful of your skin. He sucks, teeth prickling the skin, as if he could eat his way through you. His hips sway forward, heavy against the seam of your jeans and his nose draws up to your jaw before he’s kissing you again.
“I’m not manipulating you,” he hums out of nowhere. He blinks his bleary eyes at you, his wide hands stilling in their touch, and you want to laugh and grin and tell him he’s being silly but you can’t, you can’t over the wild beat of your heart, the sincerity in his voice a grounding force beneath the bloom of pleasure riding up from where his hips press into yours. He dips his head and drops a hot, open-mouth kiss to your throat. “‘M not, I swear, I swear–,”
“I know, Dieter.” You tug his chin up with the press of your thumb, into your seeking mouth, and he groans, tasting the transference of want, of truth, of pure desperation on your tongue. The slip of lip between his teeth turns his touch frantic.
“I want this.”
“Me too.”
Shifting over you, he kisses back down your neck, short whiskers stroking tiny burns against your skin, down your chest until he dips his head over your right breast, and bites – then soothes with his tongue. His hand nearly maps your other tit in one palm.
He squeezes as he bites again and your hips drive up into his, bliss sparkling like lightning between storm clouds beneath your skin. You aren’t sure if you moan his name or if it’s just pasted over every thought in your head. He makes you lose all sense.
With a groan he lifts his head just an inch, the cold tip of his nose drawing senseless shapes over the curves of your breast.
“Wanna see your tits – can I see your tits, please?” His hand slides up your back, between your bra band and your hot skin and digs his nails in. “Please, pretty girl, please.”
You whine your consent, nodding into the messy heap of hair that tickles your chin, and he pinches your bra off before the last dip of your head. He flings it into the darkness behind him and with a strained groan, Dieter opens his mouth around your nipple and sucks.
The corners of his mouth are still a bit cold, the heat of the fire not quite enough, and when he slurps up from the underside, the fat curve of your tit, up to your nipple again it’s like someone outlined your goosebumps in ice. You scratch at his head, begging him deeper into your chest, and he obliges with a wet, swollen hickey on the top of your tit. His teeth hurt but with each suck, it’s like he’s plucking at the string connected directly to your cunt. You throb for him.
His fingernail grazes the irate pink of your nipple, circling it again and again before he pinches and you arch, right into the flat hardness of his cock. You shake and intentionally, unintentionally, you don’t know your own body right now, rub up against his cock and Dieter, with your tit halfway in his mouth, chokes.
“Fuck, I’d ask you to do that again, but I’m gonna come like a fucking jet engine in my pants. Lemme in,” he’s babbling as his hands drop to the button of your jeans and wrench the zipper down, “I’m gonna eat you out till you’re fucking dry.”
Shoulders pressed back against the white shag carpet, you help him yank your pants down over your hips, up your calves, and off your feet. Dieter’s eyes can’t find a place to land – from the purple claim he’s laid over your tits, to the sucker pink swell of your lips, to the wettest cunt he’s maybe ever seen in his whole life –
He sits up on his heels and nearly gets caught up yanking the kimono off his shoulders. With shaking fingers, he unties his sweatpants and tugs himself out.
You’d never noticed before when your mouth flushes with spit at the sight of a good meal.
You do now.
He’s not overwhelmingly long, but he is thick, thick and a ruddy red, cream dribbling out. The sweat on his chest and stomach a few inches above sparks gold and warm in the light of the fire. In a single swipe over his palm, Dieter spreads that wet precum over his long cock, easing a few smooth strokes.
“Mhn, this is what I look like when I fuck myself at night t-thinking – thinking of you,” he groans. His hand curls around your thigh, keeping you pinned, keeping you spread. But the sight of him jerking off and moaning your name drops your knees apart and your hand on your clit. With every swipe, you circle faster until you think it’s his hand on his cock that’s doing this to you. Dieter watches, mouth open, shoulders curved as you spin yourself wetter and wetter. “Came so hard I blacked out with the thought of you like this in my head. Wait, baby, move, I wanna –,”
His hands on your knees, he shuffles closer and like you can see his words without asking, you tilt your hips up towards him, receiving him as he rubs his cock between your soaked folds. His blunt head catches your clit again and again, and you twitch, as though shocked in an electrical storm.
“Oh, fuck, baby –,”
You dig your nails into the back of his hands over your knees, using the leverage to speed up his thrusts, the ruddy tip smacking where you need him most but never inside. His eyes flutter as he feels you soak his cock, slick dripping between your thighs and the shine against your skin nearly knocks the wind out of him. He grips you harder.
“Fuck it, I gotta know what you fuckin’ taste like.”
In a move that catches your legs over his shoulders, rolls your ass up off the floor, and his body back and further down, Dieter tucks his head and latches onto your cunt, presented high near his face. He inhales as he drinks, as he eats, as he dines on the spillage down to your ass. Dieter moans and suddenly the boiling heat of pleasure rages to an inferno when he wraps his lips around your clit and licks with the flat brim of his tongue.
“Oh, oh-h-hmy fucking god, Dieter!”
It’s whiny and debauched, but it’s also a plea, a desperate bid to the last traces of your sanity. Your eyes roll back in your head and your back, flat, on the floor, but Dieter lays flat on his stomach, fingers pressing into your thighs, shoulders shoved up against the curve of your legs – his tongue still dragging breathless gasp after breathless gasp out of you. He’s tapping out nuclear launch codes with little licks of his tongue, eyes as effective at pinning you down as his thighs were.
You can feel yourself drip for him, on him, into him because his mouth is pressed right up against the seam of your pussy. Words rise and fall and die in your throat, your mind following the rising path of your orgasm into nirvana.
“Say it, baby,” he husks into your damp curls. “Tell me how good I fuck you with my tongue.”
You groan, riding his nose. “So fucking good. Oh, fuck, wait, right there – oh, shit – Dieter, baby, ahh–,”
It comes on without warning, without slowing down, without giving you a second to breathe before bliss flattens you like a train. It courses through you, singeing your blood and showering sparks behind your eyes. You spill more for him, so much for him, and he eats, like drinking honey from the source – spill, and spill until there’s nothing but a thready pulse inside your body.
He’s sucking directly from your tingling pussy when you finally push him back with a groan. Dieter retaliates with a huff, mhm mm, eyes black like the coals inside the grate, the entire bottom half of his face hidden from view as he hungrily tugs your hips to him with both arms. You’d never seen him quite so sure about something, so possessive.
Like he already owns your cunt. Stop me, I dare you, he taunts with his eyes.
“Dieter,” you plead, mouth dry, heart fluttering with each lick of his tongue. Your poor clit is drenched and stiff. “B-baby, I need you . . . up here.”
With one last prod that slides just barely between your cheeks, up through your leaky hole, and swiping your clit one last time, Dieter unplugs himself from you, murmuring and wiping his mouth as he goes. Your skin glistens where his mouth leads and he can’t resist shining up that purple swell as if showing off where he lanced you through the heart.
You half-expect him to shove his pants all the way down and shove himself into you, but he doesn’t. Instead the man known for his hedonism around the world and certainly within the building crawls up your body, drops a grateful kiss into the bend of your neck, and one by one, folds onto his elbows over you. His face smells like you, his aquiline nose inches from your own, his lips still damp and warm, and the soft brush of those lips high on your cheek has you shuddering in his arms, digging your nails into his expansive shoulders and tipping him into your waiting mouth.
He kisses you for a moment, breathing roughly out of his nose, before he wipes his broad palm across your forehead and pushes your hair back over your head, cupping the curvature of your skull. The motion drags your eyes open.
“Hi there, baby,” he murmurs quietly across your lips, eyes soft and a thousand miles deep. Your legs tuck up around his hips. “Can I fuck you now?”
You nod through the sudden blockage in your throat, the swelling in your chest making your heartbeat twice as hard. You think you might die if he doesn’t. Dieter presses a kiss with just a hint of teeth against your cheek before sliding back down, littering your skin with kisses full of praise and heat, and hovering above your belly button, he knees off his sweatpants, fully down from his hips, the motion bending him forward and pressing his face into the swell of your stomach.
“I wanna make this last,” he slurs into your skin, “but I don’t think I can. Fucking dreamed about you for weeks. Scared out of my mind when you didn’t pick up your phone.”
Dieter covers you with his body, his palm planted by your ear, the other hand wrapped around himself, and his words register in your brain, the desperation peeling back the fog of lust-drunk.
“W-when didn’t I answer my phone?”
His eyes, dark and wet, glance up from where you’re nearly combined and you nod, hands sliding from his biceps up to his shoulders. With a groan deep in his chest, Dieter rolls his hips forward, the blunt head of his cock sliding you apart and your mind nearly in half. You arch your back to take him more fully.
Half-way in and he drops his other hand to mirror the one by your head. He keeps pushing, keeps making room for himself, the thickness nearing choking you into blackness. You whine, incoherent syllables, and he grinds his jaw together.
“W-when you – fuck, baby, you’re so tight – when you went to that m-meat – ngh –,” he’s almost flushed against you, “that factory, ah-all by yourself.”
Are you sweating? How are you sweating already?
He ends against you, and you both groan at the sensation of his thick weight settling inside of you. You bury your fingers in the hair at the nape of his neck and tug – how dare you make me feel so good why haven’t you done this before please god don’t fucking stop now
“You were f-filming – Dieter! – you were in another countr-ry.”
With half a laugh, delirium twisting his mouth up into a smile, he lowers down and kisses you, your own mouth slow to follow him. He pulls back, a fraction of an inch.
“I would have dropped everything for you. Now, hush, I gotta fuck you until you can’t walk straight.”
His palm cupping the back of your head, his arm curled with his hand flat on the floor, Dieter starts slow, his pace deep, curious just how much of him you can take without actually tearing apart, and his cock brushes something that sends sparks up behind your eyes, splits your mouth apart, and wrenches his name out of your mouth.
“There we go,” he hisses in your ear and speeds up his thrusts. Like music cranked up on a radio, you can feel yourself pulse, your heartbeat in your neck, as every tap of his cock overwhelms your body with pleasure. The least you can do is hold on; you wrap your arms around his heaving back, and tuck your legs up to your ribs and he squelches in deeper.
“Hm – yeah – needed that–,”
Heat builds between you: between your neck and his panting breath, between the flushed skin of his chest inches from your sweaty one, between the brush of his course curls against your clit. He’s trying to make you remember every fight you had, every touch you shared, every shallow drop of his heart when you pushed him away again and again – he fucks you like he wants you to synonymize him with the very sensation of heat itself. But you’re unspooling rapidly with every thrust of his hips – more of you leaves as more of him comes in.
For the first time in weeks, you don’t think about Mags. Or her murder. Or her blue-cold apartment. You don’t think about failure or fear, or your anger that you wield like a weapon. You don’t think of your parents or what the fuck you’re going to do with your life when this mystery is over – when Dieter inevitably tires of you – you can’t think at all. He won’t let you.
He knows you want to recuse yourself, retract and hide, but he won’t let you.
The unimaginable stretch keeps your mind unfocused, blurred, and just when you think you might stabilize under the sensation, he kisses you. Harshly, softly, any kiss he knows you need to keep you in your body, forced to receive every devastating wave of pleasure he gives you. He palms back your sweaty hair off your forehead, salt clinging to his own curls, and sucks on your earlobe, asking how’re you feeling, my good girl? from between his teeth.
Your stifled sigh is answer enough.
“Almost there, love, what do you need, huh? What can I give you?” His words, offered in a voice so lust-strained, you feel the vibrations over your skin. You palm the center of his back, muscles hot and tight, and you answer with the only thing that’s on your mind:
“You.”
Breath suddenly short in his chest, he quickens his pace – shorter, faster thrusts that send you higher, sprinting towards an inevitable, bright end. His grip shifts as he squeezes your hip, that low ache tightening and locking down, the overwhelming sense of Dieter spiraling you apart.
“Show me you mean it,” he whines, the scruff of his beard rubbing your jaw raw. “Come on this cock for me, baby, show me who you need.”
You yank on his hair again and with a snarl, he snatches your wrists from around the back of his neck and pins them above your head.
“Gonna fill you up with e-exactly what you need, gonna fuck you so full of me, your undies are gonna drip white for weeks–,”
“Mhmn, yesDieterplease, yes, m’yours, y-your –,”
Another release, this one wild and spiraling, tears through you, up your spine, out of your mouth in a wide, silent scream. Your body curls around him, clinging to him as you pulse and seize, your legs twitching. Your hands tingle with a sudden loss of sensation as Dieter squeezes down on your wrists, head tucked into your neck, and with a shuddering, “f-f-fuck,” he follows your release with his own. A rough shove and he breaches your squirming cunt with his warm cum, the feel of it tugging your own smoldering orgasm along a bit further. Basking in the last twitches of your cunt, Dieter lowers his head to your shoulder, his thumbs distractedly rubbing soothing circles around your wrist. You can’t move, can barely breathe with his weight on you, but the pounding of his heart through his chest into yours settles the haze in your brain.
You know now you can’t hide the thunderous machinations of your own heart from him either.
“Don’t wanna move,” comes the dispassionate grunt at your neck, “but my ass is on fire.”
A smile then a full body laugh, that makes Dieter lift his head. His own smile strikes you in your heart: adoration, a little sleepy, and relief. He glances over his shoulder at the exposed flames mere feet from his bare ass.
“S’ what I deserve, fuckin’ in front of an open fireplace.”
“We all must suffer for our art.”
At that he turns back to you, grinning wildly and a tad bit proud. His own ego blown up to excuse his softening cock, Dieter slides out of you and onto his back. Without his chest, the heat from the fireplace collides with your bare, sweat-slick chest and you shiver.
“Cold?” He sits up and tries to catch a loop of the sheer blanket on the back of the couch but you still him with a touch of your hand on his back. The look in his eyes, that dopey ease by which Dieter lives his life, makes your other hand on your stomach tremble.
You don’t want your overthinking to ruin a truly blissful mood, but anxiety chatters at the back of your teeth. Instead of suggesting you both go to his room to shower off, or if he thinks the police might know about the secret passageways, you ask:
“Did you mean it?”
His face softens, eyes go warm. You should specify which part, but he doesn’t need you to.
“Yeah. I did.” He leans down and kisses you briefly on the mouth, knowing you have more to say and worry over.
“But–,”
“As cute as your but is, we’re not gonna do that right now. You’re going to get under this blanket with me and we’re going to talk about what you’ve found about the case and then we’re going to solve this mystery together.” Dieter reaches back and finally snags the blanket. With a shuffle, he, sweat-streaked and cum-covered, lays down with the blanket over his shoulder and opens his arms to you as though he’d done it a thousand times. Your face hot and your eyes painfully dry, you curl up into him.
“Together,” he repeats. “Did you hear that part? That’s important. We’re going to Scooby-Doo this together.”
Silence, where all the wrong things sit heavy on your tongue, your own twisted morality desperate to push him away and run out the door – silence stretches, uncomfortable and tight and –
“I’m proud of you for that pun, and not using it like I’m gonna ‘Scooby-Doo-Screw-You’.”
“Fuck,” Dieter groans and you giggle. “It was right there!”
His chest is warm as you bury your face into his skin.
You watched true crime television specials to be prepared for the worst. You listened to podcasts about missing women to avoid making deadly mistakes. You fought and hid-away your whole life to keep yourself safe and protected, but nothing – nothing in the entire world – could have prepared you for falling in love with Dieter Bravo.
His smile is soft and he knows you well enough to know that you’re thinking about something. With a brush of his thumb over your cheek, he asks:
“What?”
And all you can do is shake your head, the deluge of words and feelings trapped behind your lips and the only noise you can make to keep them inside is a squeak.
You press your forehead into his shoulder and his arms smooth across your back, tugging you closer.
“Nothing. It’s just . . . I feel safe with you.”
Safe, and happy, and loved.
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see you in my nightmares - rafe cameron
summary: rafe is forced to make a decision that will alter the course of your future together, but how long can he live with the consequences of his actions?
word count: 6k
warnings: angst!
the vibe: welcome to breakbreak / kanye west
Maybe this is wishful thinking
Probably mindless dreaming
But if we loved again, I swear I'd love you right
Present
"Here you go, Kelc, that's Henry and that's Emma" Topper said, pointing to the picture on his phone of your two children, one and three, with bright blonde hair, squealing with laughter at the beach. He continued to swipe through photo after photo of them playing in the sand, in the water, finally landing on a picture of you crouched in the sand with them, their arms and popsicle-stained fingers wrapped around your neck as they climbed on you, pressing kisses to your cheeks.
"Get out of here, Top, Henry is your mini me. Holy shit. It's kinda freaking me out, I'm not gonna lie" Kelce said. "He's gonna suck at golf too if you don't let Uncle Kelce show him a thing or two." He punched Topper playfully in the arm as Topper grimaced at him.
"Nah, in all seriousness, man, you've got it made. Your kids are beautiful and Y/N looks better than ever" he said, shooting Topper a knowing look, one eyebrow raised scandalously. "Being a Thornton looks good on her man, shiiiiittt" he said, still swiping through Topper's phone where he had landed on a picture Topper had snuck of you sprawled out in your bikini.
"Geezus, give that back!" Topper said, nearly launching himself at Kelce, reaching for the phone as Kelce held it out of his reach, inspiring a howl of laughter from the group of guys they were with. They whistled and cheered as Topper wrestled the phone out of Kelce's hands.
"I leave you assholes alone for a few years and this is what I come back to?" a deep voice cut through the chaos.
Kelce's eyes flickered to the voice. "Do my eyes deceive me or has the man, the myth, the legend come back to grace our presence gentlemen?" he said, relinquishing Topper's phone as he stood up to take in Rafe Cameron on the deck of the Island Club for the first time in three years.
Rafe looked older, more mature with his hair shaved, but his boyish grin still rested on his lips. He had grown into his lanky body, filling out a suit that was more expensive than Kelce could mentally calculate.
"Un-fucking-believeable, man!" Kelce said, launching himself to embrace Rafe as a few of the other guys also stood up to shake his hand and clap him on the back, launching a barrage of questions at him.
Topper hung back as the memory of what life was like the last time Rafe was on Kildare Island clawed its way to the forefront of his mind. He slipped his phone protectively into his back pocket.
"Don't let me interrupt" Rafe said as he noticed Topper's movement, "what was I missing?"
The atmosphere shifted noticeably as the rowdy group fell silent.
3 Years Ago
Rafe watched you through the sea of bodies in the backyard at Tanneyhill as you talked with Sarah and Wheezie at their family barbeque. He watched your eyes shimmer and your lips curve into a perfect smile as you laughed at something his sisters had said, his ears straining over the music for a chance to hear that perfect sound that made his heart dance. He took in your sundress, draped over your shoulders, sitting perfectly on your tanned skin. After almost five years together, he could never get enough of you, could never wrap his head around how beautiful you were, how lucky he was to be yours. You lifted your eyes, scanning the crowd, searching for him and when they rested on him it was like fireflies in his stomach to see your face light up for him. You looked at him with such admiration, joy and happiness. He smiled broadly at you and stood to make his way over to you just as Topper joined your group, jumping into your conversation with his sisters and stealing your attention away to offer you a big hug.
Rafe hung back for just a second longer, watching the way Topper listened to Sarah but continued to shoot sidelong glances at you that went unnoticed, eyes shifting to your profile, your sundress. Rafe knew that tactic, knew that look in Topper's eyes because it was the same damn way he looked at you. His feet were moving before he could register what he was going to say or do. He tried to gather himself as he sidled into your group and slid a hand around your waist, pulling you flush against him. Topper had the decency to look embarrassed as he blushed and cleared his throat before sticking his hand out. "Good to see you, man" he said.
"You too, Top" Rafe said, eyes narrowed.
The next morning, Topper was long off of Rafe's mind as he lay in bed and watched the early morning sun shine through the blinds in his room, casting spotlights of warmth on your bare back as he drank you in, thinking not just for the thousandth time how lucky he was to have you curled up beside him, tangled in his sheets that now smelled permanently like you, like a perfect summer day. His heart warmed at the sight of you. You were everything that was perfectly right in his life. He felt himself orbiting around you, drawn to you like the moon draws the tides.
You shifted slightly in your sleep, letting out a contented sigh that was both extremely cute and undeniably sexy at the same time, making him smile. His mind drifted to the ring in the velvet box stashed at the top of his closet. His heart raced at the idea of making you his. His fingers twitched, aching to run his hands over you and eventually his urge won out as he moved his fingers over your back and pulled you gently against his chest, nuzzling into your neck. You let out a sweet laugh that coated him like hot honey as you turned around and buried yourself in his chest, nuzzling him back as his warm arms wrapped snuggly around you. This is heaven on earth he thought.
Present
Topper stood, his hand outstretched, ever the gentleman, as he attempted to change the topic. "It's good to see you, Rafe, welcome back, man."
Rafe took Topper's hand in his strong grip, nodding again to Topper's phone, "well, don't leave me hanging, are you going to show me what had everyone so riled up?"
3 Years Ago
"Sit" Ward said, gesturing to one of the leather arm chairs in his office as he walked to a side table to pour two drinks.
"Dad, I can't, I'm on my way to pick up Y/N, we have reservations in 20 minutes."
"She's what I want to talk to you about, son."
His father had never offered to talk about anything that didn't have to do with work. Rafe's chest bloomed with the idea that he wanted to have a conversation about you, that Ward was finally coming to understand how important you were to him.
He placed the drink in front of Rafe without meeting his eyes. "I know about the ring" he said simply.
Rafe's head shot up at that. He didn't think anyone knew about that, purposely taking a trip to the jeweler on the mainland alone, spending an entire afternoon picking out what was just right for you. As Rafe was getting ready to ask, Ward simply held up his hand, whisking away the question in a gesture that said Of course I know, I know everything.
"Son, man to man, I'm telling you, this isn't a good idea."
"What?!" Rafe said, anger and shock roiling in him, so taken aback at where this conversation was headed he stood to his feet.
"You love her, that's plain to see, Rafe. Which is why I know you'll do the right thing. She's a good girl, Rafe, a sweet girl, she deserves someone that can give her the future she deserves. Someone with... fewer skeletons in their closet." Silence fell heavily between them as Rafe met his eyes in a cold stare. They had never spoken about Peterkin directly or indirectly since it had happened. Ward moved to his desk, pulling out what looked to be a tape recorder and pressed play. Gavin's voice rang clearly, "...He's protecting his son. It was Rafe Cameron that killed Sheriff Peterkin."
Rafe nearly dropped the glass of bourbon in his hand, managing to set it down at the last minute. "W-What are you doing with that?" he asked, gesturing manically to the tape recorder, his voice rising in panic. "Dad, what the fuck is that, what are you doing?!"
"I'm not doing anything, Rafe" he said as he slid the tape recorder back into his desk drawer. "This tape will never be played for anyone else. I want to be sure of that. I want you to help me be sure of that. I need you focused now more than ever, focused on the company, not focused on Y/N. You know what you need to do." And with that, he waved Rafe out of his office.
Rafe stumbled into the hallway, shutting the door behind him, his hands shaking as he shoved the heel of his palms into his eyes. He could feel the sweat gathering at the base of his neck as he began to pace, his mind going a mile a minute.
What Ward hadn't considered was the fact that Rafe had already told you. He'd told you everything, about his drug addiction, about Peterkin, about the darkest parts of his soul... and you had stayed with him through it all, through rehab, through recovery, through finding a way to forgive himself. But all of that was before the threat Ward had just dangled in front of him, the threat that he would ruin Rafe's future and by extension your own, that one day he could hand that recording in and you would be left alone, abandoned as Rafe spent the rest of his life in prison. "She's a good girl, Rafe, a sweet girl, she deserves someone that can give her the future she deserves." He swallowed the bile in his throat as he realized his dad was right.
He felt his phone buzz in his pocket and he swiped it open to see an incoming text from you.
He spent several minutes thinking about how to reply before typing out, "Hey, sorry, something came up, can we reschedule?"
Present
Topper cleared his throat. If he had known Rafe was coming tonight, he wouldn't be here.
His phone burned in his pocket with the pictures of you, his wife with his children. Rafe had lost the right to ask about you 3 years ago. Rafe's gaze was on Topper, unblinking, like a dare. Topper's mind raced with an excuse, a response, another way to change the topic of conversation when his thoughts were interrupted by a soft voice.
"Topper?"
The group turned as you walked through the door, cradling your daughter in one arm and holding your son by the other hand.
Rafe's head snapped to you, drinking in the sight of you while desperately trying to piece together what was in front of him, head turning from you to Topper and back again like he was watching a tennis match only he could see.
"Guys, I am so sorry to interrupt, I know it's boys' night" you said.
Topper brushed past Rafe and walked hastily over to you, pressing a kiss to your cheek. "Everything okay?" he asked quietly.
You continued talking to Topper, eyes trained on his face, a soft smile on your lips that Rafe swore at one time was reserved only for him. He tried to hear what you were saying but the blood in his head was rushing so loudly, it made it sound like everything around him was underwater. All he could do was stare, mouth agape, at the child in your arms and the other by your side. They looked so much like you. They had your eyes and your freckles, even the outline of your nose; it made his heart physically ache. But they also looked like Topper, especially your son who Topper had bent over to pick up and who was hugging him around his neck. The world started to spin as Rafe tugged at his collar, trying to get air in his lungs as he took in the future he would never have with you. He was desperately searching for some sort of explanation, for something that wasn't exactly what was right in front of his eyes.
"Are you fucking kidding me?" he said finally, louder than he had intended to as everyone turned to look at him.
You could hear a pin drop.
He wanted to be angry, he was angry. He thought about all the times Topper had ogled you, even when you were his. He wanted to punch Thornton so hard he would never wake up, his fists clenching in response. But more than anger, he felt a deep deep sadness and remorse that sat like an anvil on his chest. His breathing became erratic and before he could control his emotions he started to cry. To cry. He didn't even have the wherewithal to feel embarrassed, too overwhelmed by the picture of the family in front of him, the family that should have been his.
He could feel himself coming undone like buttons flying off a too-tight jacket one at a time. Plink-plink-plink.
You looked at him strangely, your movements, your eyes, your voice devoid of emotion, like you had just noticed he was standing there. "Rafe, are you okay?" you asked.
Rafe's own anguished cries woke him up as his eyes shot open. He was breathing heavily and sweat coated his skin. He sat up, physically clawing at the pain and heaviness in his chest as he looked around and tried to remember where he was. A clock blinked on the bedside table: 4:37 AM. His mind frantically tried to figure out his surroundings. He was in bed. He was in bed in a hotel room, in New York City. He was in bed...
It was a fucking dream?
It felt so real he could feel the tears burning behind his eyes and despite the minutes that passed, he couldn't slow down his racing heart, gasping for breath as he untangled from the sheets and slid onto the floor, head in his hands. Memories that he had tamped so far down into his conscious that he was surprised they were still accessible flew to the surface...
3 Years Ago
You were crying.
You were crying so hard that Rafe didn't know what to do. Every fiber of his being ached to pull the words he had just said back into his mouth, to swallow them whole, to undo the last 20 minutes, to pull you into his arms, but he couldn't. I can't be with you anymore he lied. I don't love you he lied. We don't want the same things he lied and he lied and he lied.
You were so confused, so upset. You begged him, you pleaded with him to give you another chance, thinking you had done something wrong. You promised you would change, promised you would be better and that was when he had finally had enough, unable to take it anymore. He stood up, leaving you alone on your couch and walked out your front door without any further explanation.
He barely made it out of your driveway before his tears caught up with him and he slammed his fist repeatedly on the steering wheel in frustration. He didn't make it another 10 minutes before he had to pull over and get physically sick on the side of the road at the thought of what he had just done.
She deserves better he told himself then. She deserves better he told himself every moment since then.
Present
Rafe had spent every single day trying to forget you as he moved out of North Carolina, resigning himself to a life spent travelling from hotel to hotel, city to city, responsible for the expansion of Cameron Development, which was booming. He worked 75-hour weeks, throwing himself into work as a way to forget. To forget the feeling of your fingers tangled in his hair, shaving it in a desperate attempt to help. To forget the taste of your lips on his, your soft skin under his touch, the way you looked at him and only him, like he was your whole world. The way you loved his sisters, the ring he had bought for you, the dreams you had shared of a family, of a life together, of the way you had loved him when he was unlovable.
He sat on the floor for hours, letting himself feel the things he hadn't let himself even think about in three years through sobbed breaths, living, reliving and killing his own dreams.
Finally, as the sun rose, he grabbed his phone and called Kelce.
"Rafe Cameron? To what do I owe the pleasure, my man, how's it going?"
"Hey Kelc" Rafe said, clearing his throat, his voice still thick with emotion that he was trying to hide. "I uh I'm thinking about coming back into town. Look, this is random, but, Y/N, is she with anybody?"
There was a long pause. Rafe held his breath.
"Rafe, I don't think it's my place to say anything. If you want to talk to her, you can come see her for yourself. But.... I can't promise she'll even speak to you... after everything. She's working at the law firm on Calhoun Street."
Rafe said goodbye, hung up and began packing.
He spent the entire flight and the 40-minute drive from the airport in a daze, trying to think about what to say, what he could possibly say to you. As his truck wound down the familiar roads of Kildare Island, he was overwhelmed with memories, the restaurant he had taken you to for your first date, your favorite place to get ice cream, the beach where you'd kissed him for the first time. He shook his head, trying to right his mind as he pulled onto Calhoun Street, realizing he hadn't made any progress in what he wanted to say. He hadn't slept, hadn't eaten; he caught a glimpse of himself in the rearview mirror, taking in his bloodshot eyes and wrinkled shirt. He looked like shit, but he had already wasted years getting here, years making his own life into a disaster, he wasn't going to wait any longer.
He stepped out of the car and began walking towards the law offices when he heard the unforgettable, unmistakable sound of your laugh that pierced his heart and nearly brought him to his knees. He turned to see you walking up the sidewalk with a young boy in your arms, deeply focused on what he was saying as he babbled and played with a loose strand of your hair.
His heart plummeted into his stomach. I'm too late he thought.
He was standing there, unmoving, eyes transfixed on you.
As you got closer, his figure caught your attention and unlike in his dream, you noticed him immediately. You stopped in your tracks, like you had walked into a brick wall, your eyes widening in recognition.
Rafe Cameron.
Rafe Cameron was here. Rafe Cameron was on Kildare Island and he was standing in front of you, staring at you. Your body shut down like it was in self-preservation mode at the memory of what he had done, and the words he had said the last time you'd seen him. You couldn't move, you couldn't speak, you didn't know what to do. He had taken your whole heart with him when he left and even though 3 years had gone by, even though you had desperately tried to move on, even though you had made significant progress, seeing him made you feel like you were right back on that day, like a vase he had knocked over, shattering into a thousand pieces that would never be fully right again no matter how many times you tried to reconfigure it.
Rafe wiped his hand over his mouth and walked over to you as your heart pounded relentlessly in your chest.
"Hey, h-how are you doing?" he asked.
How am I doing?! You destroyed my life, broke my heart and now you're back 3 years later and want to know 'how I'm doing?' You thought bitterly. You swallowed your feelings, unwilling to let him see how much he still affected you.
He looked nervous, jittery, anxious, his eyes flickering between your face and the boy in your arms and your heart squeezed for a moment at the idea that he might be using again. That, at least, would be a plausible explanation for this ridiculous situation.
"I-I'm okay" you said. The boy in your arms had started to wiggle and you set him down. "Hey, sweetie, why don't you run inside, okay? I'll be right there." The little boy eyed Rafe skeptically before making his way inside.
Rafe cleared his throat as his eyes followed him. "He's-he's sweet" he managed to eke out.
You smiled, looking after the boy affectionately, "He's a handful, but I do what I can to help Rachel out."
Rafe's eyes shot back to you, pointing between you and the door the boy had just gone through, desperately trying to put the pieces together, praying he had heard you right but forbidding himself to get his hopes up.
"Wait, he's not - you're not?" he said, gesturing.
"What? No!" you said, fighting back the tone of offense. Like Rafe had any right to know anyway.
Suddenly, Rafe grabbed your left hand, eyes shooting to your ring finger, which sat bare.
Your hand tingled at the feeling of his warm touch, but you managed to gather yourself quickly, pulling your hand back.
Rafe looked confused, eyes shifting to yours and then away quickly. "I-I thought...Topper...I didn't know...."
"We...dated...." you replied, clocking the tick in Rafe's clenched jaw in response. "It didn't work out."
He wasn't you you thought. Nobody is you and that's the problem.
Rafe turned his back to you and began to walk away, running his hand through his short hair before turning back around, chewing on his thumbnail, startling you with the look in his eyes that were pained, anguished with something else running deep below the surface that you didn't want to linger on.
"Go out with me tonight" he said after a moment.
"What?!" you spat, exasperated.
WHAT!!!!!!!!!! your mind screamed.
"Please, just give me a chance to explain."
"Rafe, I don't know what you could possibly have to say at this point" you replied quickly. You could feel your emotions bubbling up. You needed to get far, far away from him as you felt your resolve begin to crumble. "I don't think that's a good idea."
"Please Y/N, I'm begging you. Please. One night. No expectations at all. You can walk away after that, I will completely understand."
Silence.
He took a step closer to you, his voice low as he whispered, "I know I have no right to ask you for anything, but please just give me this."
No, no, no, no, no, no your mind echoed on repeat.
"Okay" you whispered back.
Rafe entered the side door of Tanneyhill quietly, pleasantly surprised that his key still worked. There weren't any cars in the driveway, he hadn't told anyone he was coming home, but he didn't want to take any chances.
He wandered the hallways quietly, equal parts surprised and unsurprised that little-to-nothing had changed in his long absence as he made his way to father's office.
For so long he had cowered in fear of this room, this man, of the threat that hung over him like a guillotine. Not anymore. Let Ward do his worst. He wasn't a little boy anymore. If Ward swung, he would swing right back. He itched to, in fact, as he thought about the conversation three years ago in this very place that had stolen everything from him. He quickly pulled open the drawers of the large mahogany desk, rummaging through the contents before he found what he was looking for.
To Ward's credit, the tape recorder was covered in dust and looked unused and unplayed, buried at the back of the drawer. Rafe set it down on top of the desk and glared at it, reliving momentarily the mistake he had made years ago, deep in the midst of his drug addiction in an effort to save his father, to save his family. He reached for the lamp on the desktop and brought it forcefully down on top of the tape recorder, sending bits of plastic pieces flying onto the floor and across the desk as he nearly ripped the lamp out of the wall, pounding it over and over and over again until all that was left were indistinguishable shredded pieces of plastic and the dented mahogany. Rafe was breathing heavily, his breaths coming in and out shakily as he felt tears burning in his throat, promising himself that he would become more than his mistakes.
After a long shower and a longer nap, Rafe's head was more clear than it had been in weeks in terms of his priorities. Nothing mattered more than you, nothing had ever mattered more than you and he was going to do everything he could to make you see that.
As he navigated to your house to pick you up, he couldn't help but think of the date that he never should have cancelled and how different his life would have been if he had chosen to go out with you that night instead.
You looked achingly, stunningly beautiful in an open-backed dress that teased your tan skin. For years, he hadn't let himself think about how beautiful you were and now that you were in his front seat, riding shotgun where you belonged, he could barely keep his eyes on the road. The drive was silent but for the quiet scratch of the radio. The entire way he stole sidelong glances at you that he hoped went unnoticed, but brought a blush to your cheeks all the same as you desperately tried to keep your own eyes facing forward. His gaze felt like the sun's rays on a hot summer day, as it traced your long eyelashes, your lips, your everything.
You didn't let yourself think too long about the way your body felt under the warmth of his blue eyes.
He didn't let himself think too long about the fact that you had dressed up for him.
Dinner was nice... but awkward. Rafe hated himself for that. He hated the awkwardness and the tension that simmered beneath the surface of every conversation. Things between you two had never been awkward, ever. You were like his second half. You used to be so at ease with each other, life with you was so effortless. It was evident that your guard was still up, so he kept the conversation light, asking about work, your family, your friends, desperate to learn everything new about you that he had missed, like a little kid trying to put together the last pieces of their favorite puzzle.
He managed to make you laugh. Twice. It made him feel like the king of the universe and he tried desperately to keep that smile on your face for the rest of the night; something that used to be second nature to him, now a battle every step of the way.
After dinner, you both stepped outside into the night and a cool breeze tickled your skin, making you shiver. Rafe reached out a hand instinctively to warm you, but pulled back at the last minute, balling his hands into fists at his side.
"Take a walk with me?" he asked, knowing he was on borrowed time at this point, as the night was coming to an end.
You took a deep breath and looked around, trying to think of an excuse, any excuse not to, but you couldn't deny that some part of you was enjoying this; the sweet pain and sweet pleasure of having Rafe back, if only for a moment, like holding a firefly in your hand, brief, fleeting. You knew how this was going to end: you, alone again, back to square one, picking the pieces of your heart up off the ground. But, you wanted to pretend, you wanted to keep living in this make-believe world where the past 3 years hadn't happened for a little while longer.
You looked at him and the way his midnight blue eyes traced your face and you cursed yourself for the unwarranted tenderness you had towards him, would always have towards him, despite everything. You nodded, and followed him to the nearby pier.
You walked side by side for awhile, the only people on the otherwise abandoned walkway; your only company the sound of the waves that lapped against the boats in the water and against the dock. What once would have been a comfortable silence between you felt thick and heavy, weighed down with 3 years' worth of unspoken words and two broken hearts. You bit your lip softly to keep from crying as your emotions caught up with you and your mind whirled. Rafe stopped walking beside you and turned to face you.
You realized looking at him now that ever since he'd come back, he'd looked uncharacteristically nervous and unsteady. The Rafe you knew, or thought you knew, was always confident, self-assured, cocky even. Now Rafe's unease matched your own, putting you further on edge.
"T-thanks for agreeing to this tonight. I don't even know where to begin to explain myself" he said, looking around, avoiding your eye contact.
"Look, I'm a grown man, I've made my own decisions and I know I have to live with that but... fuck... FUCK." He began to unravel quickly as his breaths came out heavy and he pressed the heels of his hands into his eyes and began to pace.
"Rafe" you said, reaching for him before you knew what you were doing, the instinct to comfort him wound so tightly in your DNA.
"I was gonna ask you to marry me" he said, pulling his hands away from his face to find yours.
Your head spun in confusion and you felt your dinner lurch in your stomach.
"What?" you whispered, your voice wavering.
"My dad knew it. He... threatened me.... he told me you deserved better and the more I thought about it the more I realized he was was fucking right. You are such a good person. Honestly? You're the best person that I know. You had no business being with me. I was living on borrowed time with you as it was and-and I wasn't going to resign you to a life like that, with me. You deserve so much more than to settle for second best, for someone with so much bullshit in his past. A recovering drug addict? A murderer?" he said as he shook his head strongly and tears spilled from his eyes, "I wasn't going to do that to you."
"Rafe you were 19, you were high, you weren't in your right mind. It was a mistake, a horrible mistake, but you have to forgive yourself, you can't let that hang over you anymore."
Your heart and your mind were racing with each other to try to sort out everything he had just said to you. He wanted to marry you? What he was saying now was in such stark contrast to everything he had said then... that he didn't love you... that you wanted different things.... Your own tears bubbled over at the memory and you wiped at them furiously, even though they wouldn't stop.
Rafe hated to see you cry. He hated himself more for making you cry, again.
"And here I am making a fucking mess of it all anyway, just like he said I would" he said as he looked at you. "I'm sorry. God, I'm so sorry, baby" he said, stepping forward like he wanted to comfort you as he watched you begin to cry in earnest, his term of endearment tearing open your wounded heart. He pulled himself back, both of you stuck in limbo, your emotions spilling out in front of you, unsure of how to act on them.
Rafe continued to ramble, like his explanations could dry your tears, "I tried so hard to tell myself I was doing the right thing, that you'd be happier without me. Shit, maybe you are!--" he said, throwing his hands up in frustration.
I'm not you thought, I am so desperately not.
"--But I had to come back here and tell you that I never stopped loving you. Not for one minute. I didn't mean anything I said back then. I missed you with every part of me. I-I haven't been with anyone else. I couldn't. They weren't you. It felt awful.... You're it for me. You always have been, you always were" he choked on his last words as he rubbed the back of his hands over his eyes in an attempt to stop his own tears now as he whispered in a grovelled voice, "You're my girl. I wanted... want..." he stumbled over his words, his breathing erratic, "Want you to be my wife. I want the future we always talked about babygirl, you, me, our family..."
You tried and failed to hold back a sob as you covered your face and turned away from him, your stomach in knots. You were having trouble breathing and you couldn't compose yourself under his gaze, not when he was saying things like that.
He was quiet for a moment.
"Fuck" he said quietly. "This was so selfish. I shouldn't have said anything. I-I just had this dream about you..." you turned around to face him as he continued, "...you had moved on, and I just thought if I got to you before it was too late maybe by some miracle, by some gift of God you would give me a second chance. But, I think I know that's too far gone now. You've built an amazing life for yourself, sweet girl, you don't need me."
He looked earnestly, deeply at you, his own face scrunched as the tears rolled down his face. "But God I am so sorry baby, I am so so sorry for what I did" he said, he flexed his fingers desperately wanting to reach for you again, to comfort you.
If anyone asked you later how or why the next few minutes unraveled the way they did, you wouldn't have had an answer for them. Sometimes, there is no answer for the way two hearts, two souls respond to each other. There wasn't a plausible way for you to make a decision about anything, your head was swimming with your tears and as you struggled to catch you breath, you met Rafe's eyes with your own. And like so many of the nights you had spent missing him, the only thing you wanted, the only thing you craved was to feel his arms around you, for him to tell you that everything was going to be okay, that he was sorry, that he didn't mean it, that he wanted you back.
So, you let yourself have it.
You stepped forward and you buried your head into his chest, arms curling around him, grabbing the back of his suit jacket like a lifeline.
He was frozen to the spot and you squeezed your eyes shut as your whole body shook with your cries before he tentatively, gently put his arms around you. When you didn't flinch or step away, he pulled you in deeper, nuzzling into your neck. "M'sorry, I'm so sorry" he whispered over and over and over again as he rocked you gently back and forth.
Eventually, you put your arms around his neck and he could feel your hot breath and your warm tears against him. He could have fallen to his knees. As it was, he was having a hard time keeping himself steady at the feeling of you pressed against him, trying to figure out what it all meant. For now, he wasn't going to question it, he was going to take it one step at a time.
EPILOGUE - 2 Years Later
Rafe was at the sink washing dishes when he heard you padding up behind him in your bare feet. When he turned to look at you, his soul melted.
You were cradling your son in your arms who was just waking up from a nap. His blue eyes were just like his dads as they fluttered open, his head resting on your shoulder as he clung to you. You brushed his bright blonde hair out of his eyes and the ring on your finger that had sat for so long in Rafe's closet caught the sunlight. It looked perfect on you, just like he knew it would.
You were smiling down at your son before you looked up at Rafe and he smiled back at you, shaking his head, thinking how lucky he was to finally, finally be living his dream. You smiled at him, that smile that was his and his alone that felt like the first touch of the sun on a spring day as he reached down to kiss you softly, sweetly. "I love you, Mama" he said as he wrapped one hand around your waist and the other rested against your growing belly.
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All’s Well That Ends Well
Emily Sonnett x Reader
Word Count: 6k
[WOSO Masterlist]
The first time you meet Emily Sonnett, you think she’s the hottest person you’ve ever seen. Granted you don’t know her name or who she really is during that first night, you can’t deny how attractive you find her.
Celebrating the successful launch of your latest business project, you’re out with a few coworkers and friends when you hear the rambunctious laughter break out somewhere behind you. Your head snaps to the side, trying to find the source, quickly zooming in on a table tucked into the corner, a group of women drunkenly playing a game of darts.
The woman you’re drawn to instantly is dressed in a muscle tee, armed with two beer bottles, and giving zero fucks about messing with her friends’ dart shots. She jumps from person to person, nudging them right before they shoot, screaming random phrases, really anything to be a thorn in everyone’s sides. You find yourself lost in her looks for a moment, nearly choking on your breath when she pulls her shirt up to wipe away some sweat on her face. Holy shit, she’s got some abs.
You force yourself to quickly look away before your brain takes you to an extremely inappropriate place. You’re not sure if you want to order yourself another drink or go splash water on your face.
You do your best to feign interest in your suddenly dull conversations with your coworkers. Every couple seconds you hear a loud noise from the corner and you have to fight the urge to look over there.
You think you’re doing a pretty good job at being covert, only stealing glances every now and then, but when the object of your admiration comes sauntering up to you, a confident smirk on her face, you know you’ve been caught.
“Can I buy you a drink?”
You hide your flusteredness with faked bravado. “Does that line actually work for you?”
The blonde’s smirk only deepens. “It does when the woman I’m trying to charm has been stealing multiple looks at me from across the room all night.”
You cough, choking on the sip of beer you’ve unfortunately decided to take at that moment. You know you’ve been caught, but you didn’t think she’d outright call you out for your staring.
“Sonnett.”
You tilt your head in confusion. “Like the poem? Uh, what about it?”
The blonde lets out a bark of laughter, shaking her head. “No, my name. Sonnett, Emily Sonnett. All my friends call me Sonny or Sonnett or some sort of variation of that.”
“Oh are we friends now? I’ve known you for, what, twenty seconds?”
Emily gives you a grin. “Feisty, I like it.”
You roll your eyes at her but there’s a smile playing on your lips.
“This is usually the part where you tell me your name…” she trails off, giving you a look when you don’t offer the piece of information yourself.
It’s your turn to smirk at her, seeing the way she blushes when she asks for your name. “Who’s the eager one now?”
But she doesn’t back down from a challenge. You should’ve known someone like her loves to play dirty.
“What will it take? Do you want me to flex for you?” Emily’s words are accompanied by a demonstration.
You can’t help the way your eyes instantly drop down to her arms. If you thought her muscles looked attractive and drool worthy from the other side of the room, that’s nothing in comparison to seeing them up close and personal.
Noticing the dazed look on your face, Emily smirks. “Or if you’d prefer something else…”
Your hand shoots forward to stop Emily before she can lift her shirt up to show you her abs. The way her eyes sparkle tells you she definitely didn’t miss you staring at them earlier either.
Faced with two choices, tell her your name or suffer a slow strip tease, you know there’s only one way this will all end.
Emily Sonnett’s going to be the death of you.
---
It’s easy being Emily’s friend.
After the first night you run into her and her friends, you’re not embarrassed to say you look her up the second you get home.
You’re surprised when you find out that all of them are professional soccer players (not that it’s that surprising, given their pristine physiques). You’re even more surprised when you spot the message in your DM’s by the Portland defender the morning after.
[Sorry, I hope this isn’t weird. But I totally forgot to get your number last night.]
It’s followed by three equally as adorable texts.
[My friends and I are getting a late brunch later today if you want to come?]
[Oh shit, sorry, I hope you don’t think it’s weird I looked you up.]
[I also probably shouldn’t double text. Or quadruple text now? Sorry. Just ignore me. I won’t be offended.]
You end up joining brunch. It’s not as awkward as you think it might be.
The two of you trade multiple texts back and forth the next couple weeks. Emily sends you countless memes, you send her slightly more coherent comments about your day.
A month passes and you’re not sure how you ever lived a life without knowing the soccer players. You go on weekly coffee dates with Emily, hikes with Lindsey, art museum explorations with Tobin. Their whole crew is lovable and you often find yourself looking forward to the next time you get to see them.
Today you’ve all made plans to go try out this new cafe down the street from Providence Park. This has been their latest venture in trying to convince you to go to one of their games. They’ve all taken to bribing you with all sorts of treats and although you have no qualms with going to a game, you just want to see how far you can drag it out before they catch onto your amusement.
You’re late to show up, having to fix a late minute bug in your project before you left. Most of the girls are already sitting down with their drinks by the time you arrive. Although Ellie slides you your drink with a smile, you can’t help but notice the lack of a certain jokester hanging around.
“Where’s Em?”
Lindsey looks confused for a second, not sure who you’re referring to. The second it clicks, she’s gesturing over her shoulder to where the blonde is still at the counter. “Oh, Sonny’s somewhere over there.”
“Probably in the process of charming the barista’s pants off,” Caitlin smirks into her mug.
Your face instantly falls. You could’ve sworn you and Emily were building something, the flirting between you guys growing more genuine and softer with every day. Trying to act unbothered, you nonchalantly ask, “Oh… she does that a lot?”
Ellie throws her arm around you. “Sonny’s a wild one, that girl. Give her thirty minutes and she’ll have made the whole room fall in love with her.”
You miss the way Lindsey glares at Ellie, whispering harshly into the younger player’s ear after she pulls her off you. You deflate even more at the Australian’s words, staring dejectedly into your coffee.
Your solemn mood only lasts for a couple seconds. Clenching your jaw, you huff out an annoyed breath.
You know what? Screw Emily. If she didn’t see you the way you saw her, that’s her loss. That night in the bar brought you her, but it also brought you these other, cooler people you’ve had the pleasure to get close to.
Lindsey eyes you carefully, not missing the set in your shoulders.
The midfielder is in the middle of telling you about the team’s recent game in New Jersey when Emily makes her first appearance.
“You’re here!” The blonde’s face brightens as she plops into the empty seat beside you. You simply give her a hum before turning your attention back to Lindsey.
Emily shoots her friend a look from behind your back but Lindsey shrugs, also confused by your sudden disinterest in the defender.
You spend the rest of the morning ignoring the defender. You get more than a couple weird looks from everyone, all of them having already spotted the way you’re often found glued to the blonde’s side during days out together. Emily tries getting your attention a couple times, but the petty bitch within you only gives her one word responses.
When the lot of you head out the door, ready to go your separate ways, Emily grabs ahold of your hand. You spin around, feigning a look of annoyance. In reality, your heart’s racing at the thought that Emily cared enough to chase you down.
“Are we okay?”
“Why wouldn’t we be?” You meet her gray green eyes with a steely gaze.
Emily only looks more upset at your detached tone. You have to stop yourself from crumbling right in the spot.
“You’ve just been… are you mad at me? Did I do something?”
A beat passes. You really want to say something else that will hurt her. To make her feel as insecure as she’s made you feel this morning.
But Emily looks like she’s two seconds away from bursting into tears. Like even one wrong word will change the uneasy look on her face into one of despair.
“No, I’m just…” you sigh, knowing you’re going to hate yourself for folding so easily. “I’m sorry, it’s been a long past couple days.”
Emily perks up a bit, looking a bit relieved but also concerned. “Oh, okay. Is there anything I can do?”
You let the soccer player wrap an arm around your waist, rest her head against your shoulder. You want to curse at the way your body instantly melts against her, letting the hands running up and down your back sooth you.
“No, it’s fine, I-- just keep being you.”
---
A couple years pass. You’re there when the people who’ve become your best friends play in one of the biggest tournaments in their lives. When the people who’ve become your best friends go to the World Cup. Win the World Cup.
A couple years pass and your feelings never go away. You still get a flutter in your chest every time Emily looks your way. You still want to kiss her every time Emily gives you a soft smile.
And then Emily tearfully announces her departure to Orlando. You think that’s as much as you can take until you convince yourself that three hours won’t be too bad. She’ll just be on the other side of the country but it won’t be that bad.
But then a couple months later Emily tells you about Sweden and you nearly break down in tears. You’re well aware that’s not a normal reaction from a friend, but you’ve already been missing Emily so much, having never gotten used to the lack of her presence in Portland. Lindsey has grown to have a bigger part in your life, you rarely spending a day without seeing each other, but still, she’s no Emily Sonnett.
The two of you make do with what you have.
Emily wakes up early just so she can catch you before you leave for work. You set an alarm in the middle of your day just to call Emily before she goes to bed. On days she has games, you make sure to watch them, no matter what time they’re at.
Having Emily so far away in Sweden hurts, but it gets slightly better with each passing day. At least that’s what you tell yourself. You tell yourself it’s getting slightly better when you can’t bike down the streets without thinking about the way Emily would poke fun at your lack of biking skills. You tell yourself it’s getting better when you can’t try your hand at latte art without thinking about the way Emily would do a much better job at it than you.
You tell yourself it’s getting slightly better until one day it actually does.
It all starts with Emily telling you about her return to the NWSL. You're instantly clutching your stomach, laughing so hard you can barely stay upright.
“Why are you laughing?” Emily looks a little peeved, but not too annoyed through the screen of your phone.
“I’m not laughing at you, promise. I just… I’m moving to DC too, Em.”
Emily looks stunned for a second. “Wait, you’re not pulling my leg, are you? Because if you are, that’s mean.”
“I’m not joking. I got a promotion but the position is in DC.”
It’s quiet for a second. Emily’s mouth has fallen open, a look of wonder and awe written all over her face.
“We’re going to be in the same city again?” Her voice comes out soft, disbelieving.
Emily’s face breaks out into a smile when you nod.
“Holy shit we’re going to be in the same city again!” Emily’s wiggling so hard that you’re half afraid she’s going to fall out of her seat. “Wait until I tell Linds, she’s going to be so jealous.”
Your life in DC is not too different from the way it was in Portland.
The only difference is now instead of watching Emily through the screen of your phone or laptop, you get the joy of seeing her in person.
You and Emily slip back into life together smoothly. You slot right back together where you left off. Emily brings you to most of her events, you take her to yours. It’s rare to find one of you without the other. The other day you’re pretty sure you heard Kelley call you “Emily’s support person.”
Today the two of you have plans for a lazy cheat day at a pizza joint Emily found by accident weeks ago. You’re just pulling into the parking lot when you get the text message.
[DUDE I HAVE NO CLOTHES HERE]
You can almost hear the panic in Emily’s voice through the phone. A piece of you wants to send back an ‘I told you so,’ the blonde swearing up and down that she had an extra set in her locker when she left this morning. You told her she should grab something extra in case she didn’t, but the blonde waved your concern away.
You’re on your way back on the familiar path to her apartment before Emily has a chance to say otherwise. One of the joys of having the blonde live so close to their practice field is that you’d be in and out before Emily could even trudge out to the parking lot.
You couldn’t have been in the apartment for more than a couple minutes when you hear the door unlock behind you. You’re unable to stop your sigh. Leave it up to Emily to not listen to you. Such a classic Emily move.
“Okay, I know you’re obsessed with your bike and being eco-friendly, but I told you I’d get the clothes for you! You didn’t have to bike after me the second I left.”
When you spin around, however, you come face to face with someone who is definitely not Emily.
Emma Sonnett raises an eyebrow at you.
“Oh, you’re not Emily,” you say rather dumbly.
The blonde crosses her arms. “No, I’m her sister, which explains why I’m here. Why are you here?”
You rack your brain, trying to remember if Emily told you anything about her sister visiting this week. If she had mentioned anything you wouldn’t have used your key so willy-nilly. “Uh, Em forgot her change of clothes for dinner tonight so I’m just… dropping by to get it…”
You trail off when Emma follows you out the door, all the way to where your car’s parked outside. She leans against the driver’s side door, blocking your path nonchalantly.
“Oh cool, where are we going for dinner?”
“Um.” You’re not sure how to leave without accidentally insulting Emma. Plus, she looks so much like Emily and you can never say no to anything Emily wanted you to do so--
Emma happily gets into your car when you unlock it.
You hope Emily’s fine with having an extra person at dinner tonight. If she’s not… well there’s nothing you can do about it now.
When you pull up, Emily’s right where you left her. She looks up with a smile on her face, but it freezes when she catches sight of her sister sitting in the passenger seat of your car.
“Emma, what are you doing here?”
Her twin gives her a devious grin. You’ve seen that look in Emily’s eyes enough times to know Emma’s about to do something that neither you nor Emily’s going to like.
“Emmy, you didn’t tell me your girlfriend’s such a charmer! How in the world did you convince someone this out of your league to settle for you?”
Emily flushes red, from embarrassment or anger, you’re not sure, but you don’t miss a beat. “I think you’re mistaken. Em here is the one who’s out of my league.”
Emma looks pleased with your answer. Emily, on the other hand, looks a mix of flattered and enamored with you. You try not to think about what it means.
Dinner is a blast. Despite her earlier ribbings, Emma is actually quite fun to hang around. The two of you trade Sonnett stories, you telling her about living in Portland and now DC with Emily, Emma telling you about life back in Georgia. Emily spends the entire time sinking in her seat, hiding her reddening face in her hands.
After a particularly funny story about a failed prank Emily tried to pull on Lindsey, Emma keels over in laughter, slapping you in the arm. “The way we haven’t met each other until now!” Emma clicks her tongue in disappointment before turning to glare at Emily. “Emmy, I know you’re a bit possessive but (Y/N)’s a hoot! You should’ve introduced us earlier!”
You send a wink Emily’s way, feeling a bit proud to have won her sister over. You think you’re imagining things when Emily’s eyes fall to your lips, teeth biting her own.
When the night comes to an end, neither of you realize you haven’t told Emma you’re not actually together.
---
When Kelley asks you out for coffee, you don’t think too much of it. All of Emily’s friends have become yours, the two of you only growing closer in the time you’ve been back in the same city. It’s normal for Kelley to ask you to hang out, the two of you having bonded over finding out you’re both Stanford alums. What isn’t normal is the way Kelley jumps at the opportunity to buy your cup of coffee. You sit at the table, waiting for the brunette to return with skeptical eyes.
Kelley drops into her seat with a huff, sliding your mug across the table to you.
“Okay, I’ve got a favor to ask.
You eye the coffee on the table, knowing very well it’s more a bribe than anything. But free coffee is free coffee. You shrug. “Cool, shoot.”
“I need you to hold off on revealing anything until at least the end of the season.”
You blink. Kelley keeps giving you an expectant look as if you have the ability to read her mind. Sadly you haven’t figured out how to activate that power yet. “Reveal what?”
Kelley’s face widens into a grin. “That’s the spirit!”
It’s during times like these that you understand why Kelley and Emily get along so well. You sigh. “Kel, I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
The defender rolls her eyes. “Nice try. You and Son? You’re not as subtle as you think you are.”
“What exactly do you think we’re hiding from the rest of you?”
“That you’re together, obviously.”
It’s the way Kelley says it so nonchalantly, as if it’s the world’s worst kept secret that has you instantly choking on your coffee. “I’m sorry, what?”
Kelley gives you a wink. “Relax, your secret’s safe with me. The whole team’s got bets going, but I’m obviously not going to say anything that costs me the--”
“Kelley, Emily and I aren’t dating,” you interrupt.
The defender sits up, a confused frown falling upon her face. She opens her mouth but you’re quick to interrupt her again before she can say anything.
“I’m being serious. We’re not dating.”
Kelley looks dumbfounded. “Wait, really? But the two of you are… there’s no way the two of you aren’t dating. Emily’s so enamored with you and you with her--”
“I’ve been flirting with Emily since the day I met her, Kel. Trust me, if she was interested I would know.”
Kelley’s frown returns. “I dunno, I’m pretty sure she likes you. Like 98% sure.”
You roll your eyes at her. “Thanks for trying to make me feel better but she definitely doesn’t see me that way.”
When you steer the conversation to Kelley’s “Beat Everybody” venture a couple seconds later, the defender has no choice but to follow the change in topic. She still doesn’t look convinced about where your relationship with Emily stands, but you don’t pay her skepticism any mind. None of it matters because you know the truth.
Emily Sonnett has never and will never love you the way you love her.
And there’s nothing you can do about that.
----
You don’t realize you and Emily are dating until Lindsey invites the two of you to dinner at her place.
It’s been a while since you last saw the midfielder, so you’re quick to accept the invitation. You and Emily both show up with a bottle of wine in hand.
“You said you were going to get a cheese platter!”
Emily nearly blows a gasket when you remind her she was the one who told you to get wine. She pouts when you pull up your texts to prove it.
Lindsey finds the whole thing amusing, ushering the two of you in before you could convince Emily to go to the nearest store.
The three of you are busy catching up when the topic comes up. It all starts with your overexcited urge to tell Lindsey about the new addition to your family. When Lindsey finishes telling you about Ferguson’s latest adventure with her parents, you take the segway with ease.
“Did Em tell you? We got a puppy.”
Lindsey frowns. “What do you mean ‘we’?”
Emily gives Lindsey a weird look. “‘We’ as in the two of us?”
If anything, Emily’s explanation only makes Lindsey look more confused. “I’m sorry, when did the two of you become a ‘we’? How do you even get a dog together? Like how does that work? Do you trade off weekends or something?”
“Well it all started last week when Em woke up and had the crazy idea to get a dog. Two hours later we had a puppy chilling on our couch, watching the Orlando, Houston game with us. Plus, you know I’ve always wanted a dog and Em has too, and since she already spends most of her time at my place it seemed like the logical next step--” you come to an abrupt stop when Lindsey jerks forward, eyes growing in size with every word until she couldn’t hold herself back anymore.
“Wait! Sorry, hold up. When did this happen?
Emily rolls her eyes, finally exasperated at her best friend. “Were you not listening? We got her last week.”
“No! Not that! This!” Lindsey gestures between the two of you. “When did you guys start dating?”
Blinking, you and Emily look at each other. Your eyes drop to your intertwined hands, the two of them unconsciously finding their way to each other during the course of dinner.
You think about the past couple months. How Emily has spent every second of her freetime with you. How you’ve spent the little time you’ve been apart craving for your next dose of the blonde.
You think about the way you stay up late when Emily’s flying in from an away game just to spend as much time as you can with her, the way you won’t let her return home to an empty apartment, to an even colder bed. You think about the way you love Emily the most right when she wakes up, when she clings to you and tries to convince you to stay in bed longer with her, the way she gets grumpy when you refuse and then cuddly when you promise to let her snuggle if she can make you a stack of waffles before her spot in bed gets cold. You think about the way Emily makes you stupidly happy, the way she can turn your day around by simply just being herself.
Now that you think about it, the two of you have been doing all of the dating things without explicitly saying you’re dating.
“Huh. I guess we are dating, aren’t we?”
It’s Emily’s turn to blush, face pinkening at your declaration. Your hand tightens around hers and Emily gives your hand a squeeze in response.
Miffed by Emily’s silence, Lindsey turns to her best friend. “Son, please don’t tell me-- I cannot believe-- how do you accidentally start dating someone?!”
Emily shrugs, nervously scratching the back of her neck. “I mean it all started when Emma came to visit? She just assumed we were dating, and then our waiter thought the same thing… and then a lot of other people did too? And then we kinda just-- stuck with it, I guess? Honestly, I haven’t really put too much thought into this until… until now, actually.”
Emily gives you a questioning look and you nod, confirming her perspective of your relationship. Lindsey looks at the two of you like you both just sprouted wings and started breathing fire.
“Are you seriously telling me you guys haven’t talked about the fact that you’re dating? Much less how you seemingly unknowingly got there?? How does that even happen?”
You huff, not understanding why Lindsey’s making such a big deal out of all of this. “Well I like Em and it’s pretty clear she likes me too so I don’t see a problem.”
Lindsey blinks.
The corner of her mouth twitches.
Emily stiffens next to you. You’re not doing much better, actively beginning to curl into Emily’s side, as if there’s any hope the defender can protect you from Lindsey’s wrath. Lindsey is a great friend, but you can acknowledge how terrifying you find her on the regular. A pissed off Lindsey is a whole nother beast to deal with.
Lifting her glass to her lips, Lindsey drains her wine in one sip. She reaches for the bottle again, pouring herself another healthy glass. Then, her jaw flexes. “The problem is, the two of you need to have a conversation. Preferably when I’m not around, so,” she fixes you with a stare. “Tell me about the new puppy you’ve adopted.”
You’re a bit taken aback by the sudden change in topic, and if the furrow between Emily’s brows is any indication she is too. But by now you’re a little too scared to not go with the flow of conversation. “So her name is Bagel Bongo.”
If Lindsey grips her glass any harder, you think she might snap it clean in half. Lindsey breathes in, sharp and exasperated. “What even-- what kind of name is that?!”
You frown, instantly defensive. “What kind of name is Sir Ferguson?”
Lindsey’s mouth drops open. “Fergy’s named after the legendary football player--”
You wave your hand, cutting her off. “Eh, don’t care. Bagel Bongo is a much cooler name. She’s also a much cooler dog.”
Lindsey’s gasp of offense is loud.
Emily snorts next to you, drawing Lindsey’s eyes to her. When she finally realizes Lindsey is staring, however, Emily tries to cover up her amusement. She doesn’t do too well of a job.
Lindsey sighs, the beginnings of a smile creeping on the corner of her lips. “Okay, the two of you are actually perfect for each other. I see why you idiots attract each other.”
Lindsey looks convinced and for the first time you finally see what everyone else has seen all this time.
Emily Sonnett has always and will always love you the way you love her.
You owe Kelley an apology and a pack of beer.
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Three years later the two of you have finally gotten your own place, a real place where the both of you mutually agree to live in as partners.
Just a couple weeks prior Emily had signed with the newly added Atlanta expansion team. You’re quick to follow her back to her home state, not minding the move at all.
The season comes and goes, all of your friends are quick to converge on your new place. It’s only at the insistence of Kelley that the two of you finally host a party here, letting your friends see your house for the first time.
You’re not sure you’ve ever had this much fun. After a couple drinks, Rose is ready to break into karaoke right in your living room. Lindsey and Mal throw heckles at her, while Sam (and you) cheers away.
Emily spends most of the night glued to your side, only ever leaving it once when she gets into what looks like a heated conversation with Lindsey on the other side of the room. You’re two seconds away from making your way over there yourself, but it’s only Kelley pulling you into a conversation about your vacation plans that derails you from doing so. When you next look up, Emily’s returning with two drinks in hand, pressing a quick kiss against your cheek.
When the clock hits three am, most of your friends are conked out in various locations of your house. All it takes is a singular raised eyebrow and Emily is following you out to the balcony with a half finished bottle of wine and two wine glasses.
When the two of you get out there, Emily’s quick to pull you towards her. Emily leans in, pressing a sweet kiss against your lips.
You can’t help but smile into the kiss. “What was that for?”
Emily pulls away with a shrug. “Just because.”
“Just because, huh?” you chuckle, snuggling deeper against your girlfriend.
Emily mirrors your grin. “It’s been a long day. I just wanted to kiss you because I love you.”
Humming, you settle against Emily’s front, basking in the calm presence of your lover. Emily presses a kiss against the side of your head. You stand in silence, content with just watching stars glitter overhead.
It’s a while later when Emily speaks up again. By then, the two of you have finished your glasses of wine, a buzzing haze settling over the two of you.
“What are your thoughts on keeping the Christmas lights up until January?”
You’re sure Emily can feel how hard you roll your eyes at her question. “We both know there’s no reason anyone should be keeping their Christmas lights up that late. Once it’s the 26th, all decorations should be gone.”
When Emily falls silent, arms tightening against your waist, you know she’s pouting at you. Without turning around you can imagine the way she’s giving you her best puppy dog eyes, willing you to do her biddings without saying a word.
You’ve always had to fight your girlfriend to stop her from decking your apartment out in Christmas decorations the second Halloween ended. Emily liked to go all out, the whole nine yards, leaving no inch of your living space untouched. You, on the other hand, preferred not setting up anything at all, begrudgingly putting up a tree and a couple lights only once December rolled around at the insistence of your girlfriend. But things changed the second you moved in together. You had to learn how to compromise. “Compromise” being a loose term.
This year Emily claimed free range in decorating once the spooky season ended. You were too tired and content from all the orgasms she gave you to voice your dissent. By the time you realized what she had done, there were nutcrackers in every cranny, mistletoes in every doorway, and lights and garlands on every wall. Since it was too late to do anything about it, you resolved to stand your ground towards when it all had to go.
You try to stay strong, you really do. But in reality you last less than three seconds.
“You’re lucky I love you,” you grumble.
You expect a joke, Emily to poke fun at how quickly you crumble. Instead, when you hear a slight sniffle and then a wet “I really love you,” you spin around. You’re met with the sight of a teary eyed Emily, trying her best to fight back her tears.
“Em? Baby, what’s wrong?”
Emily’s eyes flutter shut when you take her face into your hands. If anything, she leans into your touch. “I just… I really love you.”
Your heart skips a beat. Even after all of these years, you don’t think you’ll ever get used to hearing that from her. “And I really love you too. Are you okay? Did I say something--”
“Will you marry me?”
Your mouth drops open, stunned to silence. You and Emily have definitely discussed the topic of marriage, so this proposal is no surprise to you. But you definitely did not expect Emily to propose when she was bawling her eyes out just moments prior.
Emily pushes on, unbothered by your silence. “I… I had a whole speech planned. It was supposed to be great and grand and make you cry but I--” Emily sighs, looking down at the ground. Scuffing her feet against the ground, she mumbles out, “I lost the ring. Lindsey was supposed to hold onto it for me and she said she gave it to Rose and Rose said she gave it to Sam and… it’s gone. I can’t find it but I don’t want to wait anymore.”
She turns her gaze towards the sky, hoping the cold air will help dry her tears. It doesn’t work. You frown when you see more tears fall down her face.
“Like I’d get it if you say no, you can’t really do the whole proposing thing without a ring--”
“Emily,” you cut her off, making sure Emily raises her eyes to meet yours before continuing. “Don’t get me wrong, I love jewelry as much as the next girl, but I don’t care about any of it. I’d marry you with paper rings if I had to, Em.”
Emily rubs at her eyes, sniffling again. You gently grab ahold of her wrists, pulling her hands away from her face. You press a kiss against each hand before letting go to brush away Emily’s tears yourself.
“I love you so fucking much, Emily Sonnett. You’re my favorite person in the world and I don’t care whether or not you have a ring. I love you and want you, not some shiny piece of metal.”
Emily’s breath hitches and you can tell she’s close to crying again, so you quickly take a step back, intertwining your hands again.
“Ask me again?” you prompt, giving her a soft smile.
Emily takes a deep breath, relaxing against your hold. You can tell when her confidence comes back, the blonde squaring her shoulders and standing up taller. “Will you marry me?”
“A thousand times yes.”
And when Emily kisses you again, lips a little salty from the tears but heart bursting at the seams, you know you’d wait your whole life just to get a chance at forever with her.
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I'm roughly 6k away from finishing LFTS and I'm having a lot of emotions about that 🥺 That's less than my usual one-shots. That's like…two scenes in ES. I feel like when you think about 6k of words on its own, it's like holy shit that's a lot, but then when you keep plugging along and plugging along and one day you look up and you're nearly at 50k, all of a sudden 6k feels small? It's not a mountain anymore—it's a final stretch. And there's a letting go in that, in finishing a story, that I often find difficult. It's like I want to hold on, because I'm not ready to leave this world behind, but I'm also ready to be done because I've been working on it so long, but I'm also sad that it's ending, so I want to put off ending it? I'm trying to push through, because I know I'll also be thrilled and so proud when I type that last word and get to read it all back and share it with you. But gahh the emotions of finishing a multi-chap are such a rollercoaster.
#love for the summer#on writing#tl;dr it's a 🎢#lfts is the second fic I ever started#I can't believe it's so close to being done! 🥲
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alright whats up fuckers get timelined.
you want your deep taagnus fankid lore, this might be the only spot ya get it for a while. also included: a little on lup's first kid, a LOT on taako having a bad time in general, some relationship details btwn taako and magnus past and present, casey character development to follow it up, and then a little bit on the twins. the, like, little twins, i mean. the ones that taako and magnus have.
warnings for taako’s general, like, everything: identity crisis, his issues socializing, loneliness, depression, gender dysphoria (weirdly enough, not pregnancy related), his experience with chronic pain, and later being diagnosed with a connective tissue disorder, which in itself is not a trigger warning but moreso his dealing with it is not particularly healthy and could be sort of self-harm-y in a way.
and for magnus: his RSD is mentioned, his self-worth issues are alluded to, mentions of past self harm, he gets very emotional about family planning in regards to past relationships, his death is eventually mentioned but isn’t part of the timeline nor is it gone in depth on.
in general they’re also just… taako and magnus. they’re kind of shitty guys and kind of immature and kind of fucked up. they’re good to their kids, they’re just still, y’know. taako and magnus.
i can not stress enough, pregnancy and issues relating to this. difficulties conceiving and postpartum depression are IN. HERE. everything turns out and everyone involved is perfectly fine, it just takes some time to get there and it’s a rough road, but they ultimately end up doing it twice and they’re both pretty firmly in the camp of it being worth it.
anything else that needs to be mentioned please let me know holy shit and i’ll exercise my best judgment, cus i know some of it might be wild to read, but i want to get triggers down for the most part. stuff that’s not triggering, like… oops, sorry, but. it’s taagnus mpreg what do you WANT FROM ME. if i listed everything that people might not like it would just be another 6k words.
basics:
lup’s first kid, missy, is about 5 years older than casey, who was carried by taako, and is about 3½ years older than elodie, who’s a few minutes older than rian, both of which were carried by magnus.
tl;dr coming soon. and by tl;dr i mean a shorter version that’s been picked through and had all of the bullshit unnecessary garbage taken out. :)
timeline:
- after story & song magnus and taako do not talk for like a year. it’s rough. they correspond a little, magnus sends him funny good things he finds like fuckin. silly chainmail messages and pictures of stuff he thinks taako might like, but he’s trying his best not to overstep any boundaries. taako has not actually established these boundaries. magnus has just sort of assumed them. unfortunately, taako is not a guy who goes out of his way to go to magnus’ place of residence and yell at him.
- but he doesn’t keep it up forever. he does go fucking find magnus. and he does go yell at him. and magnus does kind of have a fit about it. but it’s fine. it’s taako, and he also knows that getting down here was probably. a hell of a lot. and he does appreciate it.
- they immediately click though. because of course they do. and a year and change is a long time for them to go without each other while also actively knowing that they’ve gone without each other. it’s weird. taako one minute is living in lup’s empty ass house because she’s at work and kravitz is at work and he hates everyone who has any time to spend with him, and then the next, he and magnus are picking out like. the color of the accent wall in the livingroom. what kind of flooring should be in the hallways. (magnus wants hardwood, taako refuses to go with anything except shag. carpeting.)
- it’s sort of nice! taako stays a homebody but he’s not completely disconnected. weirdly enough, he sees more of lup. and kravitz. and barry and merle and davenport and everyone. mostly because he doesn’t avoid outings as much. and because he starts going to parties. and goes fishing with davenport. and gets all of his and magnus’ weed from merle that he felt too fucking sick to sit home alone and smoke himself. magnus still has like, a business to run. and taako kind of does, too, sort of, even though he’s been really fucking that up recently and taking a huge backseat on accident.
- anyway, they settle. taako’s doing okay. magnus is doing okay. they had already decided years and years and years ago they weren’t gonna get married and EXTRA aren’t gonna now. magnus doesn’t want to get married again. taako hates it as a concept. it’s complicated. but they’re together. it’s semi-open. taako occasionally sleeps with other people. rarely. listen, he barely goes out, let alone fucks around, and magnus knows it.
- lup has missy like 2 yrs after taako moves out. which does mean that she got pregnant only like a year after he left (elven gestation w/ their slow ass metabolisms), which he’s a little peeved about, but whatever, he gets it. he’s happy for her. he’s not as absolutely gutted as he thought he’d be if it ever happened. is he numb? he can't tell.
- turns out he's… not? maybe? yes, taako being dissociated and numb usually results in being a little more blase about stuff than hed normally be, but he feels. in it. he has an attachment that he's used to having, because it's lup, and it feels almost natural again. almost? there is no way he's picking this feeling apart. they will remain complicated forever because a child is definitely not something that he has to confront (all lies he knows he knows better.)
- weird concept: so how about confront it?
- taako is weirded out by this Thing. lup’s proud of it, though, and magnus is immediately and irreparably damaged by holding this baby, taako can see it in his stupid face, the way he just fucking. grins. and tears up and holds this thing so gently. lup is looking at taako like do not let this guy squish my baby, i’ll kill you, and taako’s just thinking the whole time, yeah, i get it, but like. fucking look at him.
- anyway rightfully she doesn’t let magnus hold the thing for more than like ten minutes before she wants it back but it’s fine - they all relax, taako worries about something else for a change, gets his heart ripped out of his body still beating by this thing crying, everything’s good.
- and now he’s obsessed. partly just with missy, lup’s baby, because she’s hilarious and she’s cute, and she literally just keeps getting FUCKING cuter, but partly with the idea of. baby. like. he could have one of those. he’s got everything for it. like, a house, and a boyfriend, and… financial stability. emotional stability? yeah, man! like, he’s super getting there, isn’t he?!
- he and magnus talk one night. taakos literally sat on his chest over the top of him and starts asking him abt this fucking coffee table lup bought when she first moved into her house, and magnus is like oh yeah, i like that thing, it’s really cool, i kinda wanna make one just like it, but it feels like it’d be copying, at this point. and taako’s like holy shit EXACTLY. exactly correct. but what if we did anyway. just, like, in our own. way. y’know? it’d be different if we did it. we could handle it. we have space for it. if we both worked on it maybe we could like. take care of it. sides, it’d be nice to just. have more shit that has some of you. in it. that will last a long time. so i don’t have to like, go out and replace it later, and i… know that it’s from you, and everything, y’know.
- anyway they keep having this conversation. like, every day, taako brings this up. talks about hey, listen, i know that this is uncharacteristic. you gotta take me seriously here, though. i’m so serious. and magnus is like… serious about… buying a coffee table? and taako’s like NO. i mean maybe, if the conversation must go in that. direction. later, but we’re fucking. capable, are we not?? of doing it ourselves? or we should at least find out?
- eventually magnus asks him, hey, are we… talking about… the kind of coffee table. that you and me, have, uh, tried to make. before? and taako goes LOL, tried?! no. we’ve never had the time or resources to get it like, anywhere near a real project. pal, have we maybe accidentally started on it, and then had that shit totally made useless like every other bodily state ever over and over for ninety nine years? i genuinely dunno man, if we have, that’s between our respective guts, the coffee table, and god only. and magnus just goes ohh. so we are definitely talking about the same thing. okay. oh wow.
- they decide they want one! theyll fucking. build a damn. coffee table. okay.
- and so they start! and they work on it! and they fucking! try! they do eventually get to the point where they can say aloud that they’re trying for a baby. it takes an embarrassingly long time. they are not known for their healthy communication. but taako forces it out into the light eventually. he's okay with being silly about it on a basic level but listen, someone has to rein magnus in a little bit on that. a little. (magnus actually hadn't expected taako to go for it, calling what they're doing having kids, so it's a huge surprise and an extremely positive one, because as much as he's stalwart in the idea of honoring the concept, he also kinda gets it.)
- they don't tell people at first. this is entirely because they KNOW people will be weird about it. but the moment he needs someone to complain to he tells lup and then it quickly gets around elsewhere - which. fairly, most people are kind of skeptical. it’s taako. taako? child? lup, though, kinda knows. she still has early adulthood memories of conversations complaining about the world and guys devolving into if i ever have kids... and how early on taako did show interest. how it kind of became a thing he stopped talking about over the decades. she believes him. and her believing him makes it easier for everyone else to kind of fall into place about it.
- and taako has a few freakouts. a couple total meltdowns. but they got it. they get it, after almost two years. they get it down, and both of them flip their absolute FUCKING lids but taako way moreso than magnus was expecting in any way shape or form. yeah, it was taakos idea. yeah, its taako whos carrying, so hes probably way excited about it. he just didnt expect such an explosive reaction out of him. given that he's, y'know. taako.
- literally every problem taakos ever had becomes an issue. his bullshit tolerance is now: none. his energy level is now: none. his heat tolerance is now: none. his blood pressure is now: none. his ability to cook and feed himself is now: uhh, very little. which that second thing is not super abnormal, but the first one kinda sucks more than usual. this also peaks right in the middle of summer. hes convinced hes dying. (hes not. they absolutely make sure hes not.)
- he DOES like having a good excuse to make everyone else do everything for him. not a huge fan of the genuine doting, but having someone on call for a bucket any time any where is a power he didnt know he wanted. he doesnt use it genuinely very often, but magnus is GREAT at coming when called, and thats funny.
- they pointedly do not know the sex. it is partly performative. it is partly because taako is in the THICK of a gender crisis (had been before he got pregnant even, it hasn't gotten particularly worse, but it's still there) and if someone in his life found out and started prescribing shit even on accident or coincidentally based on the thing's genitalia he'd fucking lose his shit, so they just don't know, they're not gonna know, it's not a big deal, leave him alone.
- taakos naturally a toe walker. not abnormal for elves from the two sunned plane. their feet are just built for it. he manages to maintain this for a little while. he's always fluctuated in weight, he's fine - but his balance does indeed get so bad, even with his tail, that he has to start walking on his whole foot so he doesn't lean forward.
- this makes him like four inches shorter than usual. this makes him like five inches shorter than magnus. this makes him SHORTER THAN LUP. and he fucking. despises it. he's still taller than magnus BARELY when he has his ears straight up but this is all he has, and those ears rarely stand up for any long amount of time without extreme effort. they’re HEAVY.
- it does make magnus hugs nice though. magnus won't bearhug him + break his back anymore for the time being, which he misses, but he gets to stuff his face into magnus' chest. which he likes. hes starting to think MAYBE. maybe after he has this baby he MIGHT occasionally get down on his heels just so he can do this. SOMETIMES. but only around select people. there are only a handful of chests hes cool with being smothered in. magnus definitely tops this list.
- it fucking HURTS his HEELS. fuck his ankles or whatever, his heels!!!! he's not used to putting any weight on them. theyre bruised and blistery and he hates it. magnus will now be carrying him forever. (he says this but ends up being the most hermited motherfucker of all time, worse than taako's normal, which is not good, but whatever. people like to come over to HIS HOME and BOTHER HIM, so he doesnt need to go to functions he can't drink or smoke at anyway).
- he is, however, feeling really fucking good about how fucking AWESOME he is, currently. like, one, everyone had to admit that he’s taking things super super well, and two, he’s being SO open right now. he’s being so chill. he’s being communicative, he’s being honest. he’s not being NICE because that’s just not on the table for taako, but he’s kind of enjoying having a good excuse to be a little more snuggly. a little more needy. sometimes. when he’s not so pissed off he could scream.
- magnus is a fucking. wreck. hes good! hes doing good! but hes crying ALL the TIME. and its PISSING taako off slowly more and more. he knows its just because hes worried or overwhelmed or whatever. who cares. its annoying. he is nice though. maybe the nicest hes ever been to taako. there are a significant number of people who are being nice to him, actually, which is hilarious, and also extremely frustrating. LUP. even lup wont fuck with him in the same way. he has to keep pressing her buttons harder and harder to get her to react. HOWEVER: one person is still ready to pick on him.
- lup's 5 y/o daughter. is RELENTLESS. and honest to god one of the most stable and delightful things throughout the whole pregnancy. this kid has only the vaguest idea of what's going down, is extremely nice, but also compromises NO asks. if she wants him to make her breakfast she WILL cry about it. if she wants to play with his hair, she'll figure out how to do it, even if shes gotta ambush him. great tenacity on this girl.
- they have casey, their first kid, spring-ish? early spring. they have her at home. it sounds like a great idea at the time, and it turns out perfectly fine, but there is the ego barrier of describing to people the story of your firstborn child being PLANNED on being delivered by a lich and the grim reaper along with the boyfriend and then ending up getting stagefright. this is good, you might think, this means grubby corpsehands aren't on your newly born child! and you would be correct, instead it's just magnus, who is crying MORE than the baby and taako combined and it's FUCKING annoying, and lup's not even there to make it funnier. it's fine. it's like, bonding. and shit.
- shes small. smaller than taako would have thought and also would have hoped, and shes bald, and her ears are fucked up somehow, they dont have anything, like, in them to move them around or whatever it seems like, but maybe she'll grow into that. maybe that's fine. not a whole lot of info out there currently on babies who are half alien elf half alien human. so yknow. as long as she's eating and breathing and warm and clean they're pretty happy.
- taako can not let this thing go. magnus occasionally gets to hold her or feed her, but for her first nine/ten days, taako has her almost exclusively and wont put her down. he started sleeping later into his pregnancy because it required less effort than meditating (altho it takes more time), but hes back to it now, so he can keep this baby, who he has still not named btw!, in his arms and remain alert enough to sleep with her.
- two weeks. three weeks. she's FINALLY getting a little bigger. MAYBE taako can manage to have people over to see her in person instead of just showing photos. maybe. the amount of people that technically know about this kid's existence even is a ridiculously low number. the amount of people in the public that knew he was having a kid is most, since he made a statement about it, but the kid herself was never, like. announced. he just doesn't. want to share. at all.
- gets rough. gets really rough. having lup and missy over nearly kills him. he cant even let his TWIN SISTER hold his baby. what the fuck is wrong with him? what is wrong with their relationship? why does he feel like it somehow makes him a better parent when it does not? why has he lost all control of what emotional stability he had? he'd been worried he wouldn't be attached enough to her, that he'd fuckin, abandon her or whatever, and it's so nice that that fear was unwarranted that he doesn't want to confront that he's overcorrecting.
- missy gets to hold casey before lup does. and taako feels bad about it, kinda. BUT: she didn't technically hold the baby on her own, taako just held her while missy put her arms under her as well, but still. then lup. this was a few visits in. casey is still not technically named yet, but taako knows already. kinda.
- she gets her name by two months. it's not elven, like he and lup had, but it's got the same basic rules, which is a compromise he and magnus come up with. once she gets old enough, if she wants something else, she fuckin' names herself. if she wants something else for like. gender purposes, they'll deal with that when that comes up. for now she's casey. burnsides? maybe.
- she stays FUCKING BALD. taako can not get over it. he has hair. magnus is COVERED in it. why's she bald? why's she SO BALD?
- magnus is audhd and taako is autistic. they know that she's gonna probably not necessarily follow the average infant timeline. this turns out to be extremely true. she's very quiet. she makes noises, but even as she gets into multiple years of exposure, she doesn't speak common or elvish, except repeating certain phrases she's heard often (some of her favorites are calling magnus mean names and 'i don't want to', because the former makes her parents laugh and the latter makes uncomfortable situations resolve a lot of the times it's used).
- she also doesn't walk. ok, she kinda walks, she gets up on her feet and uses walls and objects to walk alongside them, or walks slowly with a leg to hold onto. she's very particular and delicate about her foot placement, but still ends up with her ankles out. magnus thinks she might be rolling them? but she seems okay? they get that checked out, though. definitely. make sure she's not in pain or anything. she ends up with some braces for her ankles and heel, but she's still more than a little pigeon toed.
- casey is a shy little thing. very observant. she likes watching people do things. literally anything. she will sit and watch taako cook, she likes to watch the aquarium, she likes to watch people write and draw and cast spells, she likes making other people play with her toys so she can watch. she sleeps with taako and magnus more often than not, either being held by taako while he meditates or lying between them on the mattress once she gets a little older.
- missy ADORES her. missy is a little upset that she doesn't like dressing up and having her hair played with, but she loves casey's dark red hair, thinks shes super cute, loves her floppy ears, just adores her. this is, to her, her baby sister, and taako and lup do nothing to dissuade that. basically are sisters, right? who cares. they live right next to each other, and see each other almost every day, since taako does a lot of watching them during the day now, which… admittedly, he's still working on, but he's got like 8 years of experience by now, three of those with his own baby, so he's. like, getting it. he's understanding it.
- this is around the time taako starts hiring out losers to watch the children (or child, sometimes just casey). ie he makes angus do it when possible, or alum he's still pals with from some of the first years of the school's establishing, or other family friends who are around. merle's off limits. as is she who shall not be MENTIONED in his household.
- with a tiny bit of time alone magnus and taako find out that … they want another kid. taako brings it up. another baby. oops.
- again, taako brings it up, but magnus is fully on board. except… hold on not really: shit was ridiculously rough on taako specifically, and he’s really, really not excited to have taako go thru it again. which is fair. definitely in the top 100 shitty wild things that have happened to taako, if only for the relative novelty of it and how much it sticks in his memory (haw-haw), but like. he wouldn’t say it if he wasn’t willing to do it one more time. like, just once. he’s got it in the bag now, he knows what’s up. plus, he would not at all mind having like. a year off. of just being sick and hanging out with casey and missy. magnus is skeptical. their decision is easier this time, though, even with everything considered.
- they talk about it briefly but they’re pretty into the idea of magnus carrying, maybe. if they can get it to work. they had some fuckin issues last time, so, like. what if they start trying (stressful but cool), see if it sticks (lower amount of stress, more casual) and if it does that’s cool, and if it doesn’t, oops, must be something that’s not gonna happen? magnus is an older guy at this point, which was factored in but ultimately didn’t keep them from giving it a shot. once again they start trying without actually telling. anybody. except each other. mostly because it’s not set in stone.
- funnily enough? performing in this way specifically gives taako weird dysphoria. there’s also a little scene in which magnus, who’s been out as nonbinary for like, 15 years at this point, talks about how he’s totally cool with carrying a child, doesn’t bother him, he’s nonbinary, NOT that it’d be weird if a man did it, because you did it taako and that was fine, and that also makes taako squirm a little. he’s working on it. he’s spent so fucking long getting that like, femme in a masculine way thing down, why’s it bothering him now?? ugh.
- luckily, doesn’t take a whole lot of trying. unluckily, taako is a little annoyed that magnus gets pregnant so easily. whatever. he still gets his baby out of it. (yeah, casey is his baby, this baby is their baby, since he can’t claim it all himself, but it’s still definitely partly his, duh. casey is just his though.)
- angus starts doing babysitting stuff for casey. taako ALSO ends up getting his GODDAMN… joints checked out. fine. whatever. for casey, because she’s having issues with her joints too, obviously, and he can talk about how he feels slightly more than his mostly nonverbal toddler. he’s forced himself to be verbal over the fucking. centuries. so he gets it. he can handle maybe informing whatever genetic thing she’s fucking got, cus he’s kind of always known that lup doesn’t have nearly the same difficulty he does with chronic pain. so this is on him. this is on him now.
- taako gets himself a nonspecific hypermobility disorder diagnosis. so, like, sweet, i fuckin guess, he’s gone like 300 years without it. also, they don’t even have an actual name for it. thanks. feels awesome. after years and years of forcing it down, he’s forced to actually pay attention to the pain and it Fucking Sucks. not a project he thought he’d be starting on while magnus was pregnant, but whatever. it’s fine. life is FINE.
- magnus is actually faring really well. which is also jealousy-inducing in taako. anyway, magnus is sort of miserable about how low energy he is, suddenly, though, but that’s about the most of it, since his brain doesn’t slow down to match the pace of his body. not in the traditional sense, anyway. taako does not understand what he means by this because to him magnus is still bouncing off the walls. he is, however, a great source of humor at the time (as he fucking ALWAYS is, taako always finds him ridiculously stupidly too fucking funny for him to even be REAL, ugh).
- double appointment day. taako sends casey off with angus, and they’re gonna do… whatever they do. he’s given angus some free rein on what he does with the baby. he kinda trusts angus’ instinct. a little more than he did when casey was an infant, anyway. this is a decision he will eventually regret, because while he is getting the shit annoyed out of him by being quizzed on his pain and fitted for digitigrade AFOs he doesn’t want to use (the other braces recommended arent as bad since his like, fingers aren’t so different from most people’s, it’s just just feet and legs that need extra special shit) and then getting slammed with the major whammy of the fact that up until now magnus has been RIGHT: they’ve been missing a TWIN at past appts, and twins are now for sure confirmed. plus, angus is doing unspeakable things, ie he has been introducing casey to lucretia even though taako has said this should not be done at all. today, lucretia makes the mistake of seeing if taako has been teaching her elven sign language.
- magnus is beyond stoked, taako is torn between being excited and being extremely, outrageously jealous because if one of them was going to have twins, it should have been him, goddammit. but whatever. they tell the relevant parties: ie again it stays mostly under wraps except to really close family.
- casey continues seeing lucretia. it’s not a SECRET, it’s just not being said out loud to taako, exactly, is angus’ reasoning here. they both know that it’s going to get out eventually - and it happens sooner rather than later, for sure. what ends up breaking it wide open is one night taako is watching casey and she makes a motion at him that he’s absolutely certain at first is a sign, but it’s just mixed in with a bunch of other hand waving and other movements she’s prone to doing. so it can’t be. plus, he hasn’t been teaching her elven sign. nobody has, have they? So after she goes to bed, taako stands in front of magnus and makes the same series of movements - nonsense and all, and gets confirmation from magnus that it looks a lot like sign language, but magnus denies teaching it to her.
- lup also denies teaching it to her. lup and taako haven’t used it in tens of years, and when they aren’t using it, there isn’t a reason for the other birds to use it, given that it was mostly used for taako to communicate. plus, very few people on faerun use it, given that it’s a language that doesn’t even originate on the goddamn plane. she’s not learning it from angus, probably. probably? FUCK.
- taako confronts angus about it and he immediately folds and tells taako everything on lucretia’s behalf, because he knows it’s going to get rough if they have to be in the same room together. taako is. devastated. and angry. but angus explains to him that he’s always there, he makes a super good middle man, casey LOVES lucretia, they get along really well, she hasn’t been telling casey anything controversial. casey isn’t even old enough to like, get lucretia’s life story. she’s not getting lucretia propaganda, taako. but she has been um, maybe, using elven sign language, because they thought maybe you’d been trying that, too, because she hasn’t been verbal. Taako confirms he has NOT been, he hasn’t used it since cycle 99 started, because he had it fucking TAKEN from him, is the thing.
- but magnus also starts using it again. starts speaking in ESL to casey. taako gets mad about it, but he can’t deny that it’s much more comfortable for him most of the time, and that he can use his limited energy being more expressive bodily when he doesn’t have to curate his voice specifically like he does when talking aloud. magnus is into it! and he makes sure to tell taako this. taako starts using ESL more. a little. to see if casey will pick it up.
- casey does pick it up. casey picks it up much easier than common or elvish. she has some coordination issues in her hands like taako does, exacerbated by her being like four, but she can communicate a little better and it’s. weird. it’s weird. taako is weirded out by it. but everyone else in the house just keeps - even lup gets in on it, so…
- he gets to talk to casey more. it’s so sweet. she’s an asshole and he loves it. she is a lot like taako in so many ways. it is a weird thing to witness. she’s not exceedingly social. she’s kind of . aloof. which is something he knows he’s been accused of, but he didn’t really get it until he saw literally his fuckin. weird self reflected back at him. he realizes pretty quick that she’s definitely a person. she’s fairly independent and at this stage ENJOYS sleeping in her own bed. she likes the routine of brushing her teeth before bed. she hates socks (so does taako), she loves bugs, but she’s scared of dogs. she likes magnus’ woodwork, but doesn’t like powertools, and has next to no interest in magic, but she does like watching taako cook - she also has strong opinions about food, which taako is a little frustrated about at first, but soon finds is fun to work around. he likes flexing his cooking creativity for the first time in years.
- taako fucking. eventually uses his braces, but only because he wants casey to also use them. she has such a hard time walking and he absolutely hates the idea of her being in any amount of pain, much less pain comparable to what he went through as a kid before he made himself deal with it quietly. neither taako nor casey are big on the sensory input these things provide, but they get through it together. they are just kind of on the same wavelength when it comes to sensory overload - so even if taako doesn’t realize it, given that he’s had hundreds of years to perfect masking even to himself, once casey’s had about enough of it, taako can pretty reliably tell that it’s probably time for him to give himself a break, too, if he can manage it. she’s helping him out a lot, even if she doesn’t exactly know it.
- that winter is when elodie and rian are born, in that order. not at home this time, which magnus is a little indignant about because he’s the tough guy here, but ultimately there’s not a whole lot of fight about it. this is partly because magnus burnsides is a bird, and gets whatever he wants, and if he wants a parade of like 20 goddamn people present, nobody, not even a medical professional, has the power to stop him. this time, names were picked out beforehand, mostly because magnus was DEAD SET on not waiting until they were multiple months old. they get these names assigned to them in the same way casey did - as child names, if they want to change them, or permanent if they don’t, or whatever the hell they want to do. magnus takes immediately to calling them duckie and goose, respectively, because he knows that everyone will back him up if taako tries to tell him he can’t call his newly born children what he wants to call them as nicknames. (they do fight about it. everybody is, indeed, on magnus’ side, if only because they’re tired of the naming scheme taako is perpetuating, here.)
- he has also been calling casey bunny for a few years at this point because of her floppy ears (taako wouldn’t let him get away with ‘dumbo’ any longer), so it fits the theme. (he later gets a duckling, a gosling, and a bunny tattooed on him. they can change their names all they want, but their childhood nicknames are his forever now!)
- magnus, uh, DOES have a little stint of oh god what have i done. turns out that weirdly enough, having taako baby him a little bit makes him feel better. having taako be kind and surprisingly understanding about his feelings is weird and puts him on edge at first, but really, taako was like this when he was pregnant, too, where he’s a little more open and a little more emotionally available, so it’s not super surprising in a way that makes it impossible to believe that taako’s actually willing to give him space to grieve and think and worry and wonder.
- elodie and rian are also digitigrade, but their ears are more solid. not quite as mobile as taako’s, but they have some muscle in them instead of casey’s little floppy thing she has going on. they’re cute and all, but the biggest thing taako can’t get over is the fact that they are both born with hair. istus just keeps fucking kicking him while he’s down. magnus doesn’t even worship her, what the fuck.
- they’re both VERY LOUD. casey wasn’t a crier, the twins are. they’re loud, they’re rowdy, they’re babies. they’re, like, real babies, and not little weird creatures like casey. casey is a bug, not a baby, elodie and rian are infants. taako has already set a precedent of being a nighttime caretaker, given that magnus needs 8 hrs of sleep/night and he needs 4 hrs of meditation. so this continues, for the most part.
- yes, they have two infants. they also have a little girl who is now getting finally also fitted for orthotics which is cool. she’s also learning ESL. magnus, taako, lucretia, and lup all know it. basically everyone in her life knows sign language. magnus is a little rusty, but he’s taking like. ‘lessons’ from taako. this is also being taught in moderation to the twins, but the twins have their own shit going on between each other. taako gets to watch these things develop twin language WITHOUT HIM. it’s fine.
- lucretia becomes a slightly more… common… occurrence. he sees her at parties and gatherings now - they start being invited to the same things. they’re not involved with each other closely, but they’re adjacent. they talk SOMETIMES. if there’s a buffer between them. mostly at these gatherings, and only when taako’s sober. the moment he’s imbibed anything magnus physically gets between them. it becomes missy and casey’s jobs to watch the twins and magnus’ to watch taako to make sure he doesn’t say or do anything too fucked up.
- elodie is a huge casey fan. loves casey to death, but they have the sibling dynamic going on where casey is so focused on being fully enamored with an looking up to missy that she sort of ignores elodie, and elodie is so focused on casey that she ignores missy, who just wants everyone to be friends together so bad.
- the twins are definitely a step up in complicated parenting. casey was a good first step. somehow? got what is the beginner-friendliest baby. some fucking how. these guys, though. elodie is a very curious kid, a very energetic kid, a very intense kid. playful, extroverted. chatty even when she doesn’t have like. language down yet. rian less so. rian’s more like casey in this regard. less chatty. needs a lot of quiet time.
- magnus used to have a stim where he would ball up his fist and slam it into his chest or shoulder, which definitely, definitely was not good for him, given that he eventually got very strong and was giving himself some pretty gnarly bruises and lacerations with it. he also used to (still does, but slightly less) deal with really bad RSD. it kind of fucks him up watching rian go through the same things. taako is just kind of like “yeah, dude, the dark mirror, we’ve all been peering into it” and magnus is like wow. huh. this is wild. i’m sorry, little guy.
- rian ends up sharing a room with casey once he’s old enough (not permanently, but it’s an option for him). he does better in a quiet environment and elodie is not super conducive to this, but casey is, with her also preferring no loud or repetitive sounds. she also relies more heavily on ESL than the other kids, which rian uses with her quite often while he feels more pressured into speaking verbally to others.
- by this time magnus has made casey what he calls her rabbit hutch - basically, as a toddler, she always ended up like, under her bed, or in her closet, or what have you to sleep. taako’s solution to this was ‘oh baby come sleep in my bed then’, but she didn’t want this, so magnus makes her a little doghouse style thing. A canopied bed, but with solid walls and a weighted base, and a tighter space inside. it doesn’t last her into her teens, but she does use it a lot as a little kid. it’s like a permanent blanket fort. taako’s embarrassed that his daughter lives in a fucking dog house his boyfriend made, but she loves it - and eventually starts letting rian in there, too.
- elodie also likes going in there but 3 kids can’t fit at once, and also she gets bored really fast so most of the time it’s casey and rian time only. and they just sit silently in there.
- listen i have a ton of twin lore in my brain but it’s very difficult to put down in a concise way. i’ll get it out. some day. til then have basics. elodie is a big girl, she’s a tough little girl, she likes being able to help out her mama. (even taako is not allowed to call magnus this. elodie and rian, however, are. for taako is it papa strictly. papa bear will also be tolerated. encouraged.) she loves AXES. she wants one so bad. she’s like six and it’s all she wants for every gift-giving event ever is a REAL AXE. taako and elodie absolutely have a Real Sword type conversation. elodie thinks it’s hilarious, but also kind of frustrating because no, dad, she really does actually want a real axe.
- elodie ALSO isn’t really a dog person. they’re okay! she likes them! she’s just not like, dog obsessed. despite magnus’ best efforts, she does not develop canine special interest, which he’s a little sad about, but it’s okay, because he does eventually get it with rian, thankfully. SOMEONE fucking likes dogs in this goddamn household.
- elodie does however LOVE their cats. she’s neutral on the fish and shrimp (did i mention they have a huge saltwater tank. they do. taako raises shramps). she wants a goat. she’s not the pony kid, that’s rian.
- rian is fucking obsessed with animals in general. he loves casey’s stuffed animals. he loves garyl. he loves dogs, especially the big rough guys, mostly because they can handle some roughhousing. he and magnus wrestle, which magnus loves, and they do a lot of work with the dogs, which is GREAT, because by the time rian is 8 or 9 magnus really, really just wants to get back to working regularly, doing dog training and stuff, and he loves having angus and rian around to help.
- OKAY ALL I REALLY KNOW BEYOND THIS IS THAT casey gets really into rollerskating. she likes drawing, but doesn’t stick with it. she likes roleplaying games. taako and lucretia are keyword kinda reintroduced to each other’s lives after a LOT of strife and a lot of fuckups. casey lives with taako for quite a while. idk about the twins yet, but i know that casey is not really ready to go do her own thing for quite a while, and even after she does move out, she’s always got her dad on speed dial, and out of everyone in the universe once magnus is gone, she is one of the only people he will ALWAYS pick up the phone for. every single time, doesn’t matter what he’s doing.
ta da there’s more, obviously, but like. this is where i’m at. currently. with my fucking. six million words (realistically more like 40-50k, it’s hard to compile when it’s spread out across many text docs and google docs and shit.)
#taagnus#taag bbs#pregnancy#pregnancy w#I MEAN IT AS PREGNANCY WARNING BUT PREGNANCY W IS ALSO TRUE KINDA. IDK HOW TO TAG FOR THAT BUT ITS IN THE DAMN TEXT BODY TOO SO LISTEN#caseyposting...#i think that counts as caseyposting.#ask for trigger tags seriously. but it is also all under a readmore with a trigger list beforehand. so.
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I really wanna get back to writing that vexleth fic i left incomplete 3 years ago but holy shit every time i go back to it i get the worst writers block like i literally have over 6k words written for part 2 and i’m thinking about scrapping all of it and starting over 😅
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Through The Heart Is The Only Way. Chapter Four. "It's Normal To Be Nervous." Poly!Chiffany X FEM! AFAB! Reader.
Oh my God, so I know! I know! 2K Follower Giveaway, but I have had this chapter planned for sooo long and it’s been months since this has gotten an update! The giveaway is gonna continue post haste right after this do not fret. But this, I needed to do this and this fic deserves the attention! So! For those who have been waiting, so sorry for the delay but may this 6K plus update where things finally start really heating up, make up for it! Seriously I am excited about this and the story is only gonna get hotter from here! I hope you all enjoy the update, feedback is heavily encouraged of course and the Masterlist with previous parts is there. Thank you for reading and seriously! Enjoy!
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Rating. Explicit. Length. 6.2K. Charles Lee Ray X Tiffany Ray Valentine X FEM! AFAB! Reader. She/Her Pronouns. Poly! Chiffany. Warnings: Cute Date. General Nerves. Banter. Opinions On Deep Dish Pizza. Smoking. Kissing. Making Out. Masturbation. Oral Sex. Blow Job. Dirty Talk. Cunnlingus. Vaginal Fingering. Vaginal Sex. Creampie.
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He kisses differently than she does.
He tastes like she does but also he doesn’t. Her lips are softer, fuller, smooth and a definite fruity tinge from the lipstick she wore, an undercurrent of something unmistakably her that was entirely too intoxicating.
As for where it was similar, where their flavours matched, alcohol and cigarettes.
He was rougher than she was. Not just from the light amount of stubble on his face but the way he returned the kiss that you initiated. His hands settle on your hips easily, tugging you just that little bit closer, it makes your grip on his tie loosen slightly.
He kisses you and you feel something stirring inside you in a similar fashion to when she kissed you. And yet, again, different.
But it's good. So good.
Your lips move and he takes that as the cue to take just a little more, kisses deeper, a touch harder. You get caught up in it, a harsh inhale through your nose and before you knew it he was the one pulling away and you are hearing Tiffany speaking, “I think she liked it.”
He laughs, “Yeah you think?”
You were sure you looked a little dumbstruck, you aren’t even bothered by the teasing, it feels very them. Instead of biting back with your own retort a smile breaks out on your face. A thought takes hold in the next moment as his hands leave you and you vocalise it, "What does this mean?"
"Hmm?" A questioning hum from him and a look between the pair before you continue. "I mean so you like me?"
"Duh." Chucky scoffed and the back of Tiffany's hand hit him gently on his shoulder and he tried to look a little more serious. "What I mean is, duh, respectfully."
You laughed and the duo before you smiled. "Okay so you like me and in case it wasn't obvious I like you. Both of you."
"Not to steal his answer and for fear of overusing it, but, duh." Teased Tiffany.
They like you? You need confirmation, make sure you are all on the same page before you potentially make an ass out of yourself. “Okay, not to sound wildly unconfident, but you like me? While you are both-” You inhale, your hands trembling, you attempt to stop them but it does nothing as you say the last word, “-together?”
“Yeah we like you a lot.” Tiffany confirmed and he gave a nod in agreement. “Yeah we’ve been talking about you for a while and considering this.”
Holy shit. “Mhmm we just wanted to be sure that you liked us but when you and I kissed in the bathroom the other night we thought the way you’d been acting, flirting, engaging, that night in the diner. That yeah the chance you were really into us was good enough to take the risk.”
“Wait so he knows that we kissed?” You asked, a gesture between yourself and Tiffany and they both shared a knowing look before he said, “Well I had my eye on you, watched you serve after coming back and lemme tell you this, you are not subtle.”
“No?” You asked and he gave a small shrug, hands in his coat pockets.
“It was your smile that did it. I know that smile, I’ve had on that smile before.” He said with a sideways glance to Tiffany who was looking at him in a way that you wished you were on the receiving end of. But, honestly, seeing them look at each other like that was good.
“And no one comes out of the bathroom smiling like that unless they’ve been hooking up.”
You laughed, head tipping back before taking a deep inhale, relief washes over you, he was right, you were not as subtle as you could have or should have been. “Fuck, I was so, so worried that I was like helping her cheat on you or something but you knew the whole time?”
“I did, I did.” Chucky said with a grin and Tiffany said, “Sorry for the scare but we wanted to be sure you were into this.
"So what should we do about this? Because I do want this, whatever it is just…" You hesitate for a moment, she reaches out, her hand takes yours, "Go on."
You feel encouraged and you say, "I want this, so much, but I don't want it to necessarily just be a physical thing."
"Oh well good, because neither do we." Tiffany assures as he chimed in, "Yeah like we said, we actually like you. We don't want to just nail you and bail."
You felt unspeakable joy in the moment. This feels almost too good to be true, too perfect. In the time you've known them you never thought this would be an option you could have. Hell you just didn't think it was one period.
You asked, "So where do we go from here?"
"How about a date?” Chucky asked and Tiffany followed up, “An actual one when you aren't working, when is your next day off?"
You couldn't believe what you were hearing. I mean, three people dating each other? How was this all going to work? You weren't sure but you really wanted to find out. What you'd been wishing for weeks was right in front of you and you just had to reach out and take it.
"Yes, I would love to. I'm off Tuesday." You said with a smile and a squeeze of Tiffany's hand still in yours.
"Tuesday, sounds perfect." She said softly and Chucky agreed, "Tuesday's great."
You reluctantly pulled your hand away from Tiffany’s. You reached into your purse, pulled out and flipped open your notebook you kept in there along with a pen, you scrawled out your number before tearing out the paper and holding it out. "My number, call me tomorrow and we'll figure out details?"
"Can't wait.” He said as he took the paper, he looked it over once before folding it and putting it into his pocket. You wished you could hammer out what you would do right now but the train was approaching.
“Thanks again for walking me here.” You told them genuinely.
“No problem.” Came from him and she said, “Talk to you tomorrow.” The train stopped on the platform and the doors slid open and you stepped on with a wave to them both.
After you get off at your usual stop you walk back home. You don’t feel the chill of the late night air, a smile refusing to leave your face. You went to bed that night and slept somehow, even better than the night previous. You were so excited to get that call, you could hardly wait, it was around lunch time the next day, well lunch for people who weren’t on your insane schedule. Point is around twelve thirty you had been up for a while and your phone ended up ringing, you snatched it up on the second ring with a very overly enthusiastic, “Hello?”
“Oooh someone’s chipper, hello.” It was Chucky, you sighed out with a smile you were sure he could hear through the phone, “Heyyy.”
“You already said that, you alright space cadet?” He teased and you said, “Yeah, doing great honestly. How are you?”
“Doing fine, a relaxed day so far.” He said and you asked, “Tiffany with you?”
“She stepped out, but we planned out the date. Do you trust us enough to show up at the cafe on fifth street at about seven pm Tuesday?” You more than trusted them for that. A public meeting like that was more than agreeable. You couldn’t wait to see what they had planned and told him as such before assuring him, “I’ll see you then.”
Goodbyes said again and you practically floated through the rest of the day, the next day however you were struck with sudden nerves. You always get nervous before a date, worried about what to wear, how it would go, if you would click and they would like you, if you’d have fun.
You really liked them and didn’t wanna fuck this all up. Usually trying to please one person was nerve wracking enough but two of them? Especially when they were already so entangled with each other. Your mind went a little too wild wondering, hanging with them was so fun but you couldn’t help but wonder how being on a date with them would differ from the hang outs you’d shared so far. You tried to calm yourself, you thought about the times you had spent so far, how easy it was, the fun you had, how well the conversation flowed. The thing that really helped was thinking back to that kiss you shared with Tiffany in the bathroom at your work, her cradling your face and telling you to not worry.
It helps.
You had no idea what you were going to do with them and by extension what to wear. They always looked so good, so put together, Tiffany in particular had such good style, she was fucking goregous and you wanted to step it up and impress her. At the same time you didn’t want to overdress and look stupid. It was a hard balance to strike and you wondered if you could pull it off. You also didn’t want to just wear the kind of thing that they saw you in at work.
Before you knew it the evening was upon you and you were getting ready to go out. You really wanted to show a different side and vibe than what they saw from you at your job, this was a first date so of course you wanted to look nice and again, try to match them a bit while still looking distinctly you. The attire that you settled on were, one of your nicest distressed pairs of jeans, a tank top tucked into said jeans, heeled boots that matched the belt, beg and nicer jacket that you picked out. You fussed over your jewellery, Tiff had such cool and unconventional pieces and you wanted to show off just a bit so you pulled some of your more unusual favourites that went with the fit you’d already picked out.
You took it easier on the make up, you took your time applying it but didn’t go heavy handed with it and as you were finishing up with your lipstick you caught the time and realised you were behind schedule. “Shit-”
You are normally so good at time management and are punctual to a fault. You could not be late to this first date or you would never forgive yourself. You say fuck it and honestly you did look great, getting there on time was more important than continually fucking with your hair, so your boots are thrown on along with your jacket, bag grabbed on the way and you are out the door.
Running on icy sidewalks in heeled boots is a bad idea but you were determined to be on time. You actually made it five minutes early, standing there, leaning against the front window of the cafe, trying to catch your breath and hoping not to look a mess when they showed up. You got your breathing under control just in time for them to walk up hand in hand, both finishing up a cigarette. He greeted you first, “Hey there she is.”
“Told you she’d be here, and looking lovely as ever.” Tiffany said with a smile, she complimented the necklace you chose and commented on the fit of your jeans, he echoed that and said you looked great. You felt good that they liked how you looked. To deflect off feeling flustered by their compliments you said, “You sound surprised.”
“I’m not, you always look great but he-” she said with an elbow nudging Chucky to which he rolled his eyes, “-was worried you might not have gone through with this.”
Your hand is thrown over your chest and you scoff in mock hurt, “You really think I would stand you up? You think so highly of me.”
“God no! No I just-” He started and you cut him off, teasing as you say, “No I see how it is, but you are lucky, I think I might just see it in my heart to forgive you.”
“Your generosity knows no bounds.” He sighed, a hand running through his hair before he was saying, nigh mockingly, “Thank you.”
You were already feeling better. This felt just as it had before, it was good, you felt giddy. “Well shall we?”
“We shall.” Tiffany said, her smile refusing to leave her face from watching your back and forth.
“What am I getting into with both of you?” He mused and you offered up, “Heaps of trouble hopefully.”
“More like most definitely.” Tiffany assured. It was at this moment, you asked, “So what is on the docket for tonight?”
“Don’t you worry your pretty little head we planned it all, a movie, dinner, we got it all figured out.” He gestured you to follow as he led, turning you down a different street.
“Where are we gonna eat?” You ask and he says, “Don’t worry about that, we aren’t eating till after the movie.”
“Really? Movie first?” You must have sounded too sceptical, it had her saying, “Oh yeah, you never done it that way? It’s great! You aren’t rushing through dinner to make the movie.”
“And when you go to eat you can talk about what you just watched.” He added on and you had to admit, it was a good call, would smooth over any tiny potential awkwardness and make conversation a total breeze.
“I gotta give it up, that is smart!” The duo seemingly preened under your praise, it led Chucky to say, “You are too kind.”
“Just giving credit where it's due. And since you have so clearly thought of everything, what movie are we seeing?”
At this point you had made it to and were in front of the theatre and with a sense of nearly perfect timing he pointed to the posted, “Return of the Living Dead part two.”
Oh no shit. You had actually wanted to see that but hadn’t gotten the chance to get out to the theatre. You decide to tease further instead of showing your initial excitement, “And who says I wanna see this?”
You see their expressions falters for a moment, a shared quick glance before they started to say that you could pick something else and you can’t hold back for long before laughing, “I’m fucking kidding, Jesus, yeah course I am so down!”
“You gotta stop doing that.” He sighed and Tiffany let out a giggle, “I dunno I think it’s cute. Nice that someone is teasing you for a change sweet face.”
“You tease me plenty.” He fired back, it was said fondly however, she leaned against him, a press of her shoulder to his as she said with a certain amount of innuendo, “Not in public.”
Your mind is occupied thinking about how she exactly teases him in private and you are soon at the front of the line and a ticket is passed to you. While imagining less than pure things they had bought your ticket for you.
You thank them as you all head inside and you insist on going to get the snacks since they bought the tickets. They seem reluctant but they let you do it.
As you wait in line, in the well lit lobby of the theatre you are able to really take in how they look, you actually felt you did pretty well with your outfit. She had chosen a dark purple dress, fuck did she look good in purple, longer black coat over it to help fight the winter chill and her own pair of heeled boots, the crept up her legs higher than yours did and were taller too, of course her makeup looked amazing as usual, hair half up. His outfit was simple but effective as ever, slacks, button up shirt, his trench coat and red scarf tucked under the lapels of it. They looked so good together and you wondered how you looked next to them.
They just seemed to fit and you can’t help but wonder how you were going to fit in with what they already had built together. But you were getting ahead of yourself.
You got popcorn, two sodas to split and a box of candy, you came back to them arms full and he asked, “Bought the whole place out, huh?”
“Yeah, how much did this set you back?” Tiffany asked and you gave a shrug or as much of one as you could while holding this much, “Enough that I hope one of you is getting dinner after this.” You joked.
“I think we can do that.” Tiffany assured before you are filing in to get your seats. You weren’t sure how this would work but they let you sit in the middle of them, insisting that you did even. You weren’t going to say no and took your seat. When the lights dimmed and the previews were over, you feel her take your hand and less than twenty minutes in you feel his arm slipping around your shoulders and this right here? Being between them, both of them touching you in such a casually affectionate way?
Yeah you could get used to this. The movie was a good call for a lot of reasons but in the dark, with everyone distracted, you could touch them both without as much fear or question.
The few reassuring times Tiffany squeezed your hand, how Chucky would leave a little closer when he had some quip related to what was happening on screen, it felt right, shockingly natural. If not a little flustering at times being so close with the pair.
Less than two hours and one movie later you are leaving the theatre, snacks and drinks consumed and feeling pretty damn good.
“You ready for dinner?” Chucky asked as you started down the sidewalk and you said, “Yes, God, I’m starving. That popcorn was not enough, what are you both thinking?”
“Pizza?” Honestly, that sounded great, would hit the spot. You agree excitedly, “Lead the way. I am sure you have a place in mind?”
“Naturally.” He said with a smile and you asked, “Do you both always plan this much?”
“Hardly, we can be really go with the flow but we wanted to impress you.” Tiffany said easily and he said, “Yeah, give you the illusion we have our shit together.”
They wanted to impress you? And here you were worried about doing the same. Maybe this is a lot more evenly matched than you initially thought.
You hadn’t been to the pizza shop that they had chosen before but it was nice enough. Chill and laid back sort of vibe, not super fancy but surprisingly busy for a Tuesday night, a sure sign that the good was probably really good.
You ended up needing the bathroom and when you came back you found that they ordered for the table. You slid back into your seat as you said, “Ooh the confidence between you two, ordering for me? Awfully presumptuous.”
“Trust us alright, you’re gonna like it.” Tiffany promised and just like most things she said you trusted her.
You folded your hands in your lap and turned to look at him. “So what did you think of the movie?”
You caught him fishing in his jacket for something and his head snapped up looking to you before he said, “Welll-it wasss-”
“It wasss?” You asked prompting him further and he sighed, head falling back, a gesture of his hands at his sides, “Fucking bad, right?”
“Oh thank God, yeah that was nothing like the first one.” Tiffany sounded relieved that she wasn’t the only one who didn’t enjoy it as intended.
“Agreed! What was that?!” You said with a nod before tacking on, “That being said! It was so fucking fun.”
“Hell yeah, dumb, stupid fun.” He agreed further, his eyes crinkled at the sides when he smiled like this, nose scrunching too, he looked too handsome when he was this happy.
You laughed, “To be honest your running commentary made it a fuck ton more enjoyable.”
“Seriously, seeing movies with Chucky is the best, I always have way more fun when he’s around.” She said it with such warmth, you catch her hand sliding onto his thigh and a small squeeze which makes him grin. “Too sweet.”
“More like too honest.” She said as the pizza came out and was placed in the middle of the table.
It looked fucking great but you noticed one thing in particular and asked playfully, “No deep dish?”
Tiffany made an expression of exasperation, a roll of her eyes as she said, “Oh God-”
He adjusted in his seat and leaned closer, elbows on the table, one hand pointing to you, almost seemed like he was gearing up as he said, “Let me tell you about deep dish pizza-”
“Here we go, you got him started.” She sighed, still sounding amused at least. “Okay, Chuck, tell me all about deep dish pizza.”
“There’s a lot to love about Chicago, I mean it, glad we moved here yada yada yada but deep dish pizza?” He made a disgusted sound. “It’s a fuckin’ joke and not a very funny one.”
“What is so bad about deep dish pizza?” You asked and he elaborated further still, “It’s a mess! A total fucking mess, you gotta commit to eating the whole pie because once you cut into it and that artery clogging mass of cheese starts spilling, it’s over, you’re done! There’s no way to bring home one piece of it and reheat it for later.”
Tiffany had an expression on her face that this had come up multiple times before and she was more than used to hearing him go on. “Like it’s terrible! And do not get me started on the cheese to sauce ratio-”
“I won’t, I won’t! I’m sorry I asked-” You laughed before finally picking up a piece of your own.
Dinner was good, you talked more in depth about the ridiculousness of the movie you saw and about other places you all liked to eat at in the area. “There is this pizza place me and my co-workers like to go to when the club closes some nights, you should try it.”
They showed definite interest and it led to you saying, “Maybe some night after the club I’ll take you myself.”
“Oh yes please!” Tiffany seemed very into the idea and you said, “Alright promise, we can do that.”
“We’ll hold you to that.” Chucky said and you hoped he would.
They paid for the pizza, you took care of the tip and once the bill was settled up it was late, getting near midnight as you left back outside into the chilled winter air. Being so late wasn’t a deterient, you stayed up late all the time after all on your work schedule but the date would have to end eventually, as much as you didn’t want it to.
“Should we start getting you back?” He asked as he pulled out his pack of smokes and offered one up to Tiffany and you grinned, “You wanna walk me home? So chivalrous.”
“Course we do, we’re having a great time.” Tiffany said before lighting up and passing the lighter to him so he could do the same and he added, “Yeah plus late is when all the creeps come out.” He nudged you with a wave of his fingers and you laughed.
“Yeah, yeah, a girls gotta be careful in the big city, but with you two I am sure I’ll be safe.”
You missed the knowing look your two dates shared, if only you knew what you were really getting into.
The walk was nice, you took the long way home and had one of those talks that was about everything and nothing. The kind that allowed comfort to seep into your bones and shielded you from the cold, made it easy to forget the windchill as you made jokes, riffed off store names from shops you passed by and street signs and just conversed about whatever struck right in the moment. You felt so present, grounded. You don’t know why you ever worried about this.
You think this is the most fun you have ever had on a date. You felt more comfortable than you ever had previously on your one on one dates with people. You felt like this made so much sense maybe this is what had been missing? Dating more than one person, at the same time. You had no idea why it clicked the way it did or what it said about you but those thoughts and worries were the last thing on your mind as you focused on the here and now with them.
But all good things have to end eventually and you were telling them, “Well this is me.”
They both looked up to the decently sized apartment building you called home. “Not a bad part of town you live in.”
“Yeah building seems real nice too.” He admitted and then there was a moment of quiet. It was late. No one was really around as you stood on the top of those three steps, in the little alcove before the front door of your building. It was warmer here, the wind kept out, a small modicum of privacy as the only way to see it was dead straight ahead, if you were in here you were hidden from the view of the street.
You weren’t sure how this next part would work. You wanted to kiss them, obviously, both of them, but how does that go? Do you just kiss one and then the other? You had no clue especially when you weren’t sure that they wanted to. You think that they did, there was tension and energy on this date, physical clonesses, a little innuendo but still, there were nerves as you hadn’t navigated this with two people previously.
It had only been quiet for a few seconds as you began to overthink but he stepped up, stepped closer as he said, “I think I speak for both of us when I say we had a real good time tonight.”
Tiffany stepped closer too with a hum, “Such a good time. We really wanna do it again sometime, if you do of course.”
You nodded enthusiastically, “Yes, absolutely, I had so much fun.”
Another beat of quiet as you leaned against the door, your hands felt a little sweaty, a nervous habit of playing with your fingers as you looked up between them and in a moment of boldness and honestly you admitted, “I’m not exactly sure how this next part should happen…”
A quick look was shared between them, something that you didn’t catch, something unspoken but clearly a decision was made, his gaze turned back to you as he said, “I think it goes something like this.”
His hand came up, fingers ghosted along the line of your jaw before his thumb settled on your chin, he tilted your face up and he leaned in and you welcomed him as he kissed you.
It was even better than the first kiss, you felt significantly less nervous the moment his lips touched yours, that feeling was replaced with a sweet fluttering warmth that again, made you forget it was winter for the second time that night. You returned his affection, you kissed him back, leaning up closer into him and that set him off. He kissed you deeper and you hummed into it, feeling warmer still, feeling shockingly hungry for someone who had a third of a pizza less than an hour and a half ago. His hand moved, slid down your neck and you had to fight back the urge to shiver, his hand rested on your shoulder and then a new feeling shocked you, made you jump slightly.
The feeling of cool and buttery smooth leather touching your cheek, a firm yet gentle stroke of two fingers of a gloved hand making you turn your head, the kiss broken to see her, standing so close. “I think I know the next part.”
God she was so gorgeous, so fucking pretty and she wanted to kiss you too after just watching you kiss her longtime partner. The look in her eyes, she liked it, she really fucking liked seeing you with him and that got you hotter.
You breathe out, “Remind me how it goes?”
She gives no verbal response, shifting nearer, Chucky stays close but gives the smallest amount of space and you can’t wait. You lean forward and you kiss her. It isn’t as soft as your first kiss, she isn't as gentle, there isn’t a sense of trepidation, no undercurrent of worry that she might be scaring you off or making the wrong call. This was all confidence, self assuredness and heat. Your hands reach out for her, settle on her arms as you lean in closer, you need this, her, to be closer and kiss her deeper.
You hear him say quietly near awed, “Fucking hell you two.”
She smiled against your lips and pulled back, leaving you with slightly laboured breathing as she asked, “You enjoying the view as much as I was sweet face?”
“So much.” He whispered and you then got to see them lean in. You had seen them kiss before. Short pecks, casual, one cheeks and knuckles and foreheads, passing brief presses of their lips together but this? A whole other ballgame.
Their experience with one another was so obvious. The shared time, the care, the knowledge of what the other liked. It was so intimate and so fucking hot. He nipped at her bottom lip and she let out the sweetest and softest melodic little moan before she returned it, harder and it made him kiss her deeper, his tongue parting her lips and did you die? Getting to see this, so up close and personal, fucking hell you were already wet.
You don’t even know you are until she responds. You were tugging on Tiffany’s coat sleeve and her attention was back on you, she looked flushed and she asked, “Awe, feeling left out?”
You gave a small nod and he tsk’s, “That won’t do.”
And the next part was overwhelming. You got passed between the pair, he was kissing you again, needier than before, she was clearly good at riling him up, his tongue brushed experimentally over your bottom lip and you let out a soft moan. Before you could fully settle into kissing him back she was tugging you back, her lips crashing into yours.
All consuming.
That is what you kept thinking as they took their turns with you and with each other and in a few short minutes you were breathless and yup you were sure your underwear was ruined. You were leaning against the glass of the window in an attempt to cool yourself down. You wanted more but didn’t want to rush, stopping now before it got too out of hand was a good call. Making yourself pull away was hard as fuck but it was the right thing.
“Thanks again for all this, for the great time, walking me home. Can’t wait to see you again.” You sighed, looking at them, his arm around her shoulders. Outside of his hair being a little messy from Tiffany having her hands in it and her face being redder you couldn’t tell that they just made out so intensely with you.
You were sure you didn’t look so put together, were positive you looked like a mess.
“We are gonna come by the club this weekend again, pay you a visit and maybe we can plan our next day then?” Tiffany asked hopefully and you nodded, “Yes, for sure. I’ll see you then.”
You watched as they started down the steps, a last look and a wave as you called out, “Get home safe you two.”
“Will do. I promise.” She said and he called out, “Good night.”
“Night!”
You finally made your way into the building.
Tiffany and Chucky rushed home. They weren’t actually that far from where you lived but you didn’t need to know that little detail yet.
As soon as they were inside they were back on each other. Even more heat and intensity than they displayed with you outside your building. The small amount of self restraint they displayed in public was no longer needed since they were back in their apartment. Time was not wasted, shoes kicked off, coats dropped, barely pulling away from one another, more clothing stripped as they stumbled their way to the bedroom.
The door was pushed open as Tiffany was finishing unbuttoning his shirt, lipstick imprints left on his throat in her wake as she kissed down lower and he continued the conversation that began on the way home, the one that fanned the flames leading up to the pair coming home. “She is so fucking hot.”
Tiffany dropped to her knees, her manicured hands working on opening his belt, “God right? She is so fucking fun.”
His pants were open, he helped her shove his pants down and then he was in her hand, hot and hard, heavy in her palm. He inhaled sharply at the contact as her hand closed around him and she leaned in. Her other hand tucking a strand of blonde hair behind her ear as her lips wrapped around the tip, she licked, tongue swirling around before she began to sink down and he moaned. “Her lips are so fucking sofffft-”
He groaned, his head tipping back and she pulled off, wet kisses down the side of his shaft, “I can’t wait to see her lips wrapped around you Chucky.”
“I can’t wait to see her on her knees” He breathed, his fingers tangled in her hair as she slipped him back inside, taking half of him in one skilled bob of her head. “How do you think she sucks dick?”
She moaned against his shaft, looking up to him, eyes pleading and he understood that look. It was unspoken as she began to play pretend, began to suck his dick how she thought that you might and it fueled him. She did it hot, needy, messy. Smearing her lipstick as she went, eventually her hand stroking as she sunk lower, tongue lathing over his-
At this point you were busy.
You had rushed up to your apartment in a similar way to them. Had made your way right to your bedroom, boots and bag left by the door before you were in your room. Your jeans hurriedly taken off, thrown aside, your thumbs hooked in the sides of your panties and you pulled them down with a sharp exhale. They had been practically plastered to you from how soaked you were, you had to actually peel them off, the cool air against you made you shiver with a moan. You were far too worked up from your make out session with them. You were desperate, in total need, your hand slipped between your thighs, fingers traced up your slit and when they passed over your clit you gasped.
Back with them the tables had turned. She was on the bed, he was on his knees, her legs spread and over his shoulders, her thong was gone, dress was half up her body, his hands cradling her hips as his mouth was on her. His tongue was circling over her clit just right, in that way that made her back arch and words hard to form.
She did manage to get out the question, “You think she’s eaten, ugh yesss, pussy before?”
He hummed in consideration and the vibrations of that against her clit made her let out a choked moan before he pulled up, “Not sure. Might have to show her the ropes.” One of his hands was between her legs, two fingers sliding with ease into her soaked cunt. She moans again, eyes squeezing shut. “Ooh you like the thought of that? Being her first like that?”
“Fuck yes! Honestly, God, either one is good-” She meant it, walls clenching around his fingers. The potential of you having had some nervous fumbling experience when you were much younger in the dark with someone else or her being the first woman you ever taste, both were so hot.
“Regardless, I’m dying to see it.” He admitted with a grin, his fingers curling inside only a few times before she was begging, “Fuck me already-”
You couldn’t remember the last time you were this turned on. Struggling to breathe as you touched yourself, two fingers rubbing tight and fast circles over your straining clit. You needed relief, needed to get off, your mind was occupied the whole time with them.
You thought about how good they were, them kissing you, how right it felt between them both, how hot it was. You kept thinking about how they kissed, you were insanely excited by the view, you wondered how they fucked, how they were alone. Would you get to see that? How would you slot between them? How would they touch you?
You were moaning louder, unapologetically, pleasure was rising, toes curling and thighs trembling as you masturbated over the thought of them and the potential of what could be.
If only you knew what they were doing, if only you could have seen them. Bodies tangled together, her legs around his hips, arms thrown around his neck as he was on top of her, burying inside her all the way to the hilt over and over. She was nearly there, panting encouragement in his ear, “God, just like that, fuck-”
“You feel so fucking good Tiff.” He breathed back to her and she nipped at his lower lip before saying, “Imagine how good she’d feel like this-”
A louder groan from him as he thrust harder and she gasped, the sudden spike in pleasure dragging her right to the edge as she cried out, “Don’t stop-”
In the dark of your own bedroom your body had never been more tense, one hand fisted in the sheets as you were right fucking there. You think of him inside of you, her holding you, whispering in your ear that you take it so well and you spill over and cum. A strangled mix of their names leaving your lips. The peak of it is incredible, you are left with your hands shaking as you laid back, the come down as you stare up at your ceiling takes a damn long time.
“When?” She asked, voice thick and barely recovered from her orgasm, “When can we have her like this Chucky, tell me, please?” He is so close, his hands on her waist as he drives into her, his own eyes close as he assures her, “Soon Tiff, so, fuck-ing soon, need her. We gotta have her, shit-”
He holds deep as he spills into her with a low groan that she mirrors in almost overstimulation at feeling him fill her.
In your own bed, still half dressed from your date and dozing, your mind on them, still so blissfully unaware as they curl up together, naked and satisfied as they talk further about just how they might be able to get you in their bed sooner rather than later.
#slasher x reader#BHF writing#Poly!Chiffany X Reader#Charles Lee Ray X Reader#Tiffany Ray Valentine X Reader#ENJOYYY#FINALLY
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HI SORRY FOR DISAPPEARING AGAIN it feels like im being separated in 2 worlds by a glass barrier holy shit uhm. Have this for now i think the wifi will come back at the end of the month i am currently using data DON'T WORRY i have a 6k word lucrow pirate au fic in the ready and several others
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Ride the Cow Boy
Belphegor/reader, 6k words
Rating: NSFW
Summary:
Reader is not MC, but rather an ambitious sorcerer with dreams of furthering humanity's skills in sorcery and witchcraft.
By negotiating a contract to have a baby with the devil.
A curve here.
Strikethrough there.
Two lines that must be parallel with those within the rune exactly 153 degrees away within the circle.
You sat back on your heels, subconsciously wiping sweat from your brow while checking your work.
Moonlight streamed in through the warehouse window up above, illuminating the dusty outlines and giving what was simple chalk an air of…
The chill that ran down your spine stopped the thought before it could finish.
“Okay.”
You slipped the chalk into your pocket, taking comfort in the sight of the mist of your breath. No matter how unnatural this moment might become, this was still your reality.
One had to remember that, especially when attempting to summon a higher tier demon.
The Demon Lord might be asleep, but over the most recent generations of humanity, demonic activity had begun to change.
“So then I just need…”
It was still bizarre to imagine let alone witness the exchange of students across Three Realms of existence.
You lit a match and set the incense down between yourself and the sigil of the chosen demon’s house.
After one last flick through your notes, you breathed out one last hesitation and began the spell.
So bizarre, in fact.
Light began to crackle across the chalk and your voice faltered for half a syllable.
Keep the cadence.
You’d already triple-checked your work.
You closed your eyes and focused on finishing the last verse, uttering the last word with the utmost reverence and respect for its original caster.
So far humanity had come…
Even the great Solomon had conquered death.
So…
If theory held…
“Ugh.…”
You lifted your head to find a young man laying on the floor within the circle.
“Where am I?”
His long tail swept across the floor as he moved to sit up and roll his neck.
Holy shit it worked.
You dropped to your knees and leafed through your notes again to make sure. Higher tiered demons could take on many forms, often humanoid or-
“Hey.”
His flat tone drew your attention, and you found him tapping on the barrier, each tap reverberating throughout its membrane like a bubble that might burst.
“Hey yourself,” you said, standing up and dusting yourself off. “Quit doing that. It won’t pop.”
He smirked and looked up, clearly able to see more of it than you could from the way his expressions shifted with it.
“It might.”
Doubt was one way to weaken a sorcerer’s spells.
“Nice try,” you said and crossed your arms, looking him square in the eyes. “I know the spell’s sound. Even if we make no agreement, you’re not getting out.”
“Ahhh…” He sighed heavily and sat on the floor, showing you precisely why you’d chosen the Avatar of Sloth.
“You sound like you know what you’re doing.”
“If I didn’t, would I have tried summoning you?”
He crossed his legs and leaned forward, looking up at you with a patronizing tone.
“Do you think everyone thinks that way?”
“I… well they should!”
He shrugged and swept his tail around again, the barrier crackling as he tested its lower edge.
“If I assume that, I miss the opportunities where they don’t~”
Fair enough.
You sat down across from him, willing to entertain him.
“And Diavolo’s treaty?”
He shrugged. “If you’re aware of it, then you’re also aware I’m only expected to follow it however much you believe I will.”
Another fair point.
“Well, who’s to say I don’t believe you’ll obey your master to the letter?”
His expression soured considerably. “That might be true, but Diavolo is not my master.”
“Isn’t he the one leading while the Demon King sleeps?”
He snorted and held his chin in his hand, waving you off. “If that’s your reasoning, you’re nowhere near the experience needed to be summoning me.”
Indignation heated in your face and you leaned forward.
“I’ll have you know I’m—“
The sudden raise in his brow was enough to shut you right up.
Don’t divulge more than you have to.
“Anyway, you’re Belphegor, right? Avatar of Sloth?”
He nodded with a sigh, closing his eyes again.
“Okay, you and I both know you’d rather be anywhere but here, right?” Another nod. “Good, then I’ll make this quick. I summoned you because I’m interested in furthering humanity’s magical abilities in sorcery.”
“Ugh, that sounds like so much work…” he groaned and let himself fall back. “Just send me back, there’s nothing I want.”
The heat within your cheeks returned, but for a new reason entirely.
“It’s nothing that should take more than a week.”
“Ah~ at least now I know it’s stupidity, not ambition.”
You bit your tongue, ignoring the bait.
“It should be easy, especially for someone like you.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
You bowed your head to hide the smile, delighted he’d taken yours.
“You don’t even have to do that much really, and if you say no I’ll just summon someone else and ask them.”
He sat up on his elbow, staring hard at you for a moment. Then he sighed and tilted his head.
“Fine, I’ll hear it.”
You straightened up, locking your gaze with his violet eyes.
Just like you’d rehearsed, short and simple.
“I want to try to further humanity, by having a baby with a devil.”
His eyes flashed, betraying the interest that lay unspoken in his voice.
“Oh… that sounds almost… blasphemous~”
Hold your ground.
“Not at all. It’s happened before, hasn’t it?”
He tilted his head to the side, intrigued.
“Is that what you think?”
You nodded. “Absolutely. It only makes sense. How else could we have any use of magic at all?”
“Well maybe your species just worked super duper hard~” he drawled sarcastically, “You know, hard work pays off and all that nonsense.”
“Even if that may be true, the probability alone suggests—“
“Look,” he interrupted, leering at you with a smirk. “I don’t really care what reasons you have, it won’t sway me in the slightest.”
You drew yourself up, standing firm. Fine. May as well just cut to the chase then.
“That’s what I want. One week of your time to further this goal. What would I have to give you in return?”
He sighed and shook his head, “I already told you, I don’t want anything.”
“Really?” You drew yourself up on your knees, “I’m pretty confident I could get you just about anything as trade.”
He closed his eyes, saying nothing.
Doing nothing.
Honestly, you thought he might’ve fallen asleep if his tail didn’t occasionally thump on the floor.
“As long as it’s within the treaty.”
He tsked and thumped his tail again.
Frustrated, maybe?
You sat back on your heels, feeling a little uncertain.
“If it’s really not something you’ll consider, I can ask—“
“Why’d you summon me?” he asked, opening his eyes to watch you carefully. “If you want powerful offspring, wouldn’t Lucifer make more sense?”
The Avatar of Pride? No way.
“I mean… I thought about it…” you admitted, slouching a little. He definitely wouldn’t be as easy to appeal to.
“He’d refuse,” he said, something… off about how flat his voice fell on your ears.
“… and I take it you are too?”
It was a small disappointment, but not a total loss. The Avatar of Sloth might’ve been the most approachable, but you still had many others you could ask.
You turned to extinguish the incense and recover your notebook to refresh your memory of the dismissal spell.
“Well, thanks for hearing me out,” you said, finding the proper page and reading the verses. “I’ll send you back in just a minute.”
He said nothing, just stared at the smoke slowly rising and disappearing in the dusty moonlight overhead.
It was a strange request, you knew that. Far unlikely you’d find any to agree to it, and even then the risk was still high. Belphegor’s words had reminded you just how chaotic each and every demon had the potential to be.
A treaty was only worth what one believed.
Even so, the treaty worked two ways.
You inhaled a breath, ready to begin the dismissal when he spoke again.
“You’ll give me anything?”
You faltered, holding the book tight.
“Anything in my power to give, yes.”
He smiled subtly.
“Good answer… mm…”
He went quiet again, letting the silence stretch long enough for you to wonder if he’d even considered it at all.
Again, you looked down at the page and mouthed out the first few syllables when he spoke.
“I want a month.”
Startled, you looked at him again.
“You what?”
He lifted his head, humor dry.
“I gave you my price, don’t be rude and ignore it.”
You bit your tongue and lowered the book.
“A month of what? My life?”
He rolled his eyes and stood up slowly.
“No, that’s way too short. I want a month. Here. To stay.”
“Here? In the human realm?”
He nodded again and clasped his hands together, pointing at you with his first two fingers.
“I want to be able to do whatever I want and move freely too.”
A demon, not just any demon but an Avatar roaming freely under your name?
You shook your head, “That’s way too much!”
He sighed and shrugged, “Well, then you’ll have to find someone else willing to hear your request. I won’t make this offer again.”
You cursed inwardly. There was a chance you might find another demon who was willing to barter… but a chance you wouldn’t either. The further down the line you traveled could affect just how powerful your child could become too…
If it wasn’t with him, the odds you’d be able to negotiate with any over Avatar were even more abysmal.
“You can’t hurt me or anyone else,” you said, “and no other contracts while you fulfill mine.”
He nodded, sounding bored. “Yes, yes. I’ll abide by the treaty as far as you understand it.”
“It has to be at least once per day for the week.”
He tilted his head in thought. “If you give me two months, I’ll do it for two of your cycles.”
You felt your face heat despite the want to remain firm.
“A month and a half.”
He smirked. “I’ll need money.”
“I’ll give you what I can afford each day you go out.”
“I’ll need food.”
“You’ll be fed.”
His eyes glimmered.
“Somewhere to sleep.”
“I’ll take care of that too.”
“Mm…”
He slipped his hands in his pockets and looked up at the moon, his silhouette playing an unnerving sense of innocence upon the mind despite the power that was restricted within the summoning circle.
He gazed down at you again, eyes alight and unreadable.
“I accept your terms then, human.”
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“Is this really where you live?” The demon asked, wandering into the small kitchenette and riffling through the random assortment of papers on the counter.
“Yes, I- Hey, don’t touch that!”
He held up his hands and stepped back. “I was only curious.”
You gave him a withering look and shut the door, locking it out of habit.
“Oo~ smart move. Lock the door to keep all the bad things outside.” He hugged himself, adopting a falsetto tone. “I feel so safe now.”
“Ugh.”
You ignored him and set about putting your things away while your thoughts muddled about. This… you’d thought about this so thoroughly, but now you felt like you might be underprepared. Was it the part where he altered his appearance to pass off as a human in his early twenties or the fact he fell asleep on the bus ride and you basically had to drag him out at your stop?
The mere fact you had such a powerful demon in your apartment perusing through your junk mail and bills was…
Well.
It’s not like you had any right to feel weird about this, considering what you’d summoned him for.
You sighed and passed the bathroom with a quick glance in the mirror, not that it mattered how you looked. This wasn’t one of those kind of hookups.
“Okay, you- hey!”
“You should really pay your phone bill,” he said, leaning over the counter without shame, said bill in his hand. “All this red text makes it seem like they’re mad about it.”
You let out a frustrated sigh and strode over to snatch it from him. “I said don’t touch.”
He smirked and shrugged, “I wouldn’t be too embarrassed about it. My brother gets those all the time. You could try burning it? That’s what he does.”
“Yeah well, if that actually did anything I might,” you said, shoving it and many others like it in a drawer and slamming it shut. “You’re not allowed to open that.”
“Aw~ but how else am I supposed to know how behind you are paying the water and internet? Not to mention your grandpa Teri seems pretty concerned about you. Will you—“
“I was only gone for like two minutes, how much did you read?!”
He blinked and then shrugged. “Enough.”
For someone who didn’t want to know your reasons, he was nosy as fuck.
You sighed, feeling so, so tired. Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea. A child with a lower ranked demon could still be powerful, right? Still more so than a human child born of two magically gifted parents.
Belphegor.
It was… strange watching him. He seemed to be taking in every part of your living space, the dishes in the sink, the small living room with a single couch and rug that didn’t match the carpet at all, and all the miscellaneous things you had no idea where to put away left on every inch of available counter space.
Maybe you should’ve cleaned up a bit more.
Ah fuck it. It’s not like he cares and even if he did, you didn’t need his approval.
“So—“
“Before you start,” he interrupted, holding up a hand, “I have something important I need cleared up first.”
“Uh…” That threw you off a bit. “Okay, sure? What’s up?”
He nodded to the short hallway leading to your room, “This is a one bedroom, right?”
“Yeah.”
He leaned back with his elbows on the counter. “Okay, so where do I sleep?”
“The…” You blinked, mind blanking. “What?”
His eyes dulled and he sighed.
“I said: where do I sleep?”
“Yeah, I heard you,” you said, recollecting yourself and gesturing for him to follow. “The couch pulls out into a bed. You can sleep here.”
“What?” He groaned and leaned on the back. “Seriously? Don’t you have anywhere else?”
Per the treaty, a demon can only accept what is given of the contractor.
“Nope,” you said, feeling smug. “You asked for somewhere to sleep and this is what I have to offer.”
He bowed his head, relenting easily with a resigned sigh. “Fine…”
And this was why you chose a demon of Sloth. Still deceptive and deadly, but motivations were lower than a demon of Pride or Greed. Envy was too risky, and Gluttony too… well you didn’t really have to imagine how easily things could end poorly for you there.
“I’ll go get you a pillow and some blankets,” you said, moving to walk around him.
“Wait.”
He reached out and grabbed your arm, making your heart stop. Nothing but a simple hold to him, but your body instinctively knew there was no way to break from his grasp.
He stepped closer, eyes gazing into yours. “About our contract…”
“Sorry, you gotta sleep here. My bed is not available.”
“Yeah, whatever,” he murmured, leaning in to lower his voice. “But you said once per day during your cycle, right?”
“Y-Yeah…?” Your heart stuttered in your chest and you leaned back. “What of it?”
“Well…” He glanced at the clock on the wall, “There’s only about two hours left of today, and…”
It stopped when he looked at you again, a smirk playing on his lips.
“Your cycle’s active now, isn’t it?”
You glanced away. “I had no idea you could sense something like that.”
He laughed, letting you go. “You should assume we can sense everything, it’s better for you that way.”
Your face heated and you turned your back to him. “Noted.”
“So how did you want me to do it? Do you have some kind of system or something planned? You do know fertility is low cross dimensionally, right?”
“Yes, I know!” You turned back to face him and nearly jumped seeing him so close.
His expression turned smug and he tilted his head. “I do think all the science you humans have accomplished so far is impressive~ Fertilizing offspring outside the body and defying the nature that would keep one barren? No other creature in this realm can do that.”
Somehow the embarrassment wasn’t easing, but you remained calm.
“Yeah, and?”
“Nothing to add,” he said, stepping back with a shrug. “You’re welcome to try that too, but I don’t think it’ll have the same effect.”
Yeah, and you didn’t have the equipment or finances to even try that option. Even if there had been someone in the sorcerer’s guild that could help you, doing so would only guarantee others following your lead to do the same.
And… selfishly…
You clenched your fists.
“So what do you suggest then?”
His eyes lidded, looking down at you with a sense of superiority.
“Don’t act like you didn’t think this far ahead now. Surely you knew what you were asking for when you summoned me.”
You chewed the inside of your cheek, staring up at him. If he wanted shame, he wasn’t getting it.
“Follow me,” you said, turning to walk down the hall.
“Ooo~ sounds like someone’s bed just opened up.”
“Just for the contract. You’re still sleeping on the couch.”
“Sure, sure. Whatever you say~”
Ugh.
You rubbed your temples, wondering if the next month and a half with your new roommate would be enough penance for what you were about to do. As Belphegor had somewhat confirmed, this wouldn’t be the first time two dimensional beings bore a child, but it was still a temptation of Fate’s balance.
And if you were successful…
“Oh, now see this is more my style,” he said, walking straight into your room without an invitation and turning to fall back into your bed. “Mm~ needs more pillows though.”
“Don’t get too comfortable,” you muttered, shutting the door on reflex.
“Mm…” He hummed, all but sinking in further intentionally, “that’s not something I can do.”
You rolled your eyes and walked across the room to draw the curtains, blocking out the streetlight and darkening the room even further. After your eyes adjusted, you glanced at the demon that looked like nothing more than a young man laying in your bed, a contented smile on his face.
Seeming him like that… almost made you feel…
“… are you sure you’re okay with this?”
He shrugged, not bothering to open his eyes. “I wouldn’t have left the circle if I wasn’t.”
That was true enough.
You sighed and walked over to the side of the bed, unsure where to look. “So how do you want to do it then?”
“You’re the one that wants it,” he said, stretching his arms up overhead. “You figure it out.”
“Wh- you’re not going to help me at all?”
“No?” He peered at you with one eye open. “Why would I?”
You held your tongue, but he still smirked and closed his eyes again, shimming himself more comfortably into your bed.
“You should hurry up though, the day’s almost over.”
“If you’re aspiring to be my worst encounter, you’ll have to try a lot harder,” you said, taking the hint and beginning to undress.
“Ah~ but I don’t want to try at all.”
You’d figured he was making some joke being the embodiment of Sloth, but no, he was serious. While you stripped down, he basically fell asleep.
Not the worst encounter so far, but definitely one of the most… interesting? Was interesting the right word to use here?
“Belphegor,” you whispered, shaking him awake. “Hey, wake up. You can’t sleep here, remember?”
“M’awake…” he slurred, “just tired…”
“You can go to bed after we’re done, but not yet.”
“Mmgh…”
He stretched and opened his eyes slowly, looking you over with a smirk.
“Too shy to take off your shirt?”
“No, just no reason to take it off.”
He laughed, “Fair enough, I get that.”
It was somewhat comforting he could laugh so easily. Maybe you really were the only one feeling awkward in your head.
Hell, this might not even be his first time doing something like this.
“So are you gonna…?”
“Oh, yeah. I forgot.” He reached down and lifted his hips, only to withdraw a device from his pocket and lay down again. “I should text Beel and tell him it’ll be a while till I’m home.”
“Yeah, and maybe… you know.” You gestured at him with a raised brow.
He met your gaze briefly, then went back to tapping on the screen. “I’m here and willing, that’s about all I can do for you.”
“Oh come on!”
He rolled his eyes and gestured to himself. “You have opportunity once per day, whether you take it or not is up to you.”
A glare could only do so much when the target couldn’t be bothered to look up again.
You sighed and kneeled between his legs, rubbing up and down his thighs while you let the thoughts fade. Not the best, but still not the worst. Mostly just bizarre.
Your palm ghosted over him, testing for any reaction and receiving none.
Again.
This time you felt along the shape of him, rubbing your palm down in gentle strokes once you’d found it.
He sighed quietly, stretched his arms up to rest above his head, and closed his eyes.
“Don’t fall asleep,” you said, feeling him begin to harden.
“I won’t…”
You bit your lip, watching his face become so peaceful, his lips parted in soft breath.
He was almost-
No.
Now wasn’t the time to fall for a demon’s charms.
You unbuttoned his pants, checking again for any signs of discomfort before unzipping and pulling them down. A bit challenging with the deadweight he gave, but he did seem intent to stay true to his word and not try at all.
You stopped, lingering at the hem of his underwear and staring at the bulge forming. He looked human now, but… would his…?
“Getting shy now?”
You looked up, expecting to see those violet eyes upon you full of nothing but glee in your hesitation but no, they were still closed. The steady flow of his breathing made it seem as if he might still be asleep.
“No. Why? Are you?”
His nose wrinkled briefly.
“You’re just a human.”
You smirked, feeling emboldened.
“You could still feel shy.”
“And you could continue wasting time all you like. Take too long and this’ll count as your one time for tomorrow.”
“Don’t get so grumpy.” You chided, tugging his underwear down and lifting out his cock. Huh. Looked like just about any other penis you’d seen.
Should’ve figured as much.
You didn’t have a lot of time, so you squirted on a healthy dose of lube and began to stroke him, again watching his expression. No response was… good, right? It wasn’t like it mattered, but you still didn’t want to hurt him…
Or yourself for that matter.
You reached down to touch yourself, rubbing slow circles and slathering lube all over your entrance. It’d been a while since you’d had sex and by the looks of him it’d be a tight fit.
“Okay, I’m going to start now.”
“Mhm,” he hummed, yawning a little. “Go ahead.”
Well that was a vote of confidence you’d never seen.
You sighed, mentally cursing yourself for your ambition for the third or fifth time this evening as you straddled over him and lined him up.
This was no different than theories of animals in nature seeking a strong mate for healthy offspring.
You braced your hand on his chest and bowed your head, lowering yourself down slowly and steeling your breath.
Healthy wasn’t enough, humanity needed power to change.
“Hh-“
You grit your teeth, stopping and letting yourself adjust to the pain of the stretch. It really had been a while…
“You’re not a virgin, are you?”
“Shut up.” You hissed through your teeth and he snickered.
“You’ll fuck me but I can’t talk? That’s hardly fair~”
You closed your eyes and willed yourself to push through it and sink down, nearly taking him in fully. It hurt, oh it hurt, but the grunt you heard almost made it worth it.
Seems no matter how smug this demon tried to be, you could still crack through the facade.
His cock throbbed, stealing the brief sense of pride as even the smallest twitch brought all your attention to muscles that had not yet fully stretched. A breath left through your teeth, shakier than before.
He chuckled, but said nothing.
Just ignore him.
… as much as you can.
You reached down and spread your fingers around him, massaging your outer lips to soothe the ache until each throb soon became a steady, bearable pulse.
Better.
You breathed out slowly, lifting your hips up and taking your time to feel the pull before sinking down once more.
This was better.
Touching yourself brought comfort, and you closed your eyes to find your rhythm and lose yourself in it.
No thoughts.
No stress.
Just…
You breathed out a quiet sigh, moving your hands to rest on the bed and deepening the rolls of your hips, riding the push and pull along his length. Using it to loosen yourself up.
It’d been so long…
You leaned forward to rest on your elbows, moaning under your breath when his cock rubbed just right inside.
This was the good kind of hurt. The stretch that felt so full and tight around what it held. It was almost enough to…
You moaned and rolled your hips into him, letting yourself sink further until it was just beginning to feel too much and rolling back again. Once more. And again.
Fuck.
You bowed your head over his chest, heat rising in your core and surrounding his cock in selfish, wet desire.
“Mmhuh…”
You laid your head down on him and reached down to tease just beside your clit, moaning with your cheek on his chest as you fucked yourself with him.
Fuck, it felt s-
Your breathing hitched and you sank down lower, rutting against him with a whine and cumming far sooner than you’d meant to.
But it had been… so long… since you’d had a good encounter.
The fact he’d stayed hard this whole time was a miracle in its own right.
You laid there, content to let yourself feel somewhat dazed and happy, nearly forgetting just who was laying beneath you.
Until he spoke.
“Was that it?”
You tensed, heat rushing to your face as you reluctantly lifted your head.
“Excuse me?”
His eyes were open now, watching you with an eerie glow.
“I’m just asking if that was it. Is that all you can do?”
The little-
Is that all you can do.
Tch.
You sat up and placed your hands on his stomach.
“You know this would be easier if you did something,” you said, starting to rock your hips again.
He laughed lightly and shook his head.
“That wasn’t part of the deal.”
You scowled at his stupid sleepy face, his eyes already drifting closed again.
“You’re really going to do the absolute bare minimum aren’t you?”
He nodded shamelessly, only adding fuel to your fire.
Maybe arguing with Pride would’ve been a better idea after all.
Whatever.
You set your gaze on his chest, ignoring him and harnessing the frustration he was trying to build to use it against him.
This stupid smug ass demon was going to cum.
Now that you’d become more adjusted, the awareness of your body made it easier to ride him and feel how his cock moved within you with every roll.
Deep.
Long.
Slow.
You heard his breath hitch and bit back a grin, sitting up to change the angle and rise up higher until just the head remained inside.
Then you sank down nice and slow~
His brow twitched and you couldn’t hide the grin that time.
Again you lifted yourself up, waited, then sank down once more.
The condescending little prick could act nonchalant all he wanted, but you saw those lips part to let out a heady breath.
You reached down to touch your clit, unable to look away from his faux sleeping expression as you rose up only to slide down again, feeling every. Little. Twitch.
Words bubbled up in your throat, wanting to be spoken but dissolving into hushed mewls as your cunt began to feel warm around him once more.
You dropped your hands back onto the bed, moving in a faster rut as you’d done so many times before. Always so effective. It was so easy to make them cum with—
“Are your hips getting tired?”
“I- wha?” You blinked, losing your rhythm with the sudden question.
His eyes were alight again, that smirk slowly imprinting itself to your memory.
“You’re moving a lot… do you feel tired yet?”
Why did it seem like he was mocking you again?
“Well usually it’s not just me moving.”
He laughed, “Right, right. I figured that.”
You squinted at him. “You’re not holding it in on purpose or something, are you?”
He shook his head with a tired sigh.
“No…I just wanna go to sleep and you’re taking a really, really long time.”
“Well like I said, it’d go a lot quicker if you’d help me.”
He sighed and looked across the room. “If I do, you’ll expect me to help again next time and I don’t want to do that.”
“Then you have no right to complain!”
He glanced back at you again, his expression a mixture of innocence and mystery.
“You really want my help?”
“Yes,” you said without thinking, already exasperated at this point.
He chuckled and shimmed himself even further into your bed.
“Okay. Give me your bed and I’ll help.”
“No,” you said flatly. If you let a demon take an inch, they’d take your soul. “You get the couch.”
“I don’t wanna sleep on the couch… the bed’s so comfy…” he said with a small pout, his eyes drifting shut.
“Oh no, don’t you dare fall asleep!”
“But you’re taking so long…”
You scowled, fighting every urge inside to not just grab this little fucker and-
Stay calm.
You breathed out slowly and considered your options. Whether he was being difficult on purpose or not was irrelevant, either way it seemed he wasn’t going to be as easy of a lay as you’d expected. And your hips were starting to feel a little sore.
If he wouldn’t move without incentive…
“What if…”
His head tilted slightly, listening.
“What if I let you have the bed for each night you help me?”
That seemed fair, right?
“So… if I fuck you, I get to sleep in your bed?”
“Only for that night.”
He thought it over and looked up at you through his lashes.
“Alright, that sounds fair.”
“Cool, you wanna shake on it o-or—“
He grabbed your arms and sat up on his elbows, gazing at you with the haughtiest expression you’d ever seen as sparks of violet and deep purples began to crackle in his hair.
“W-Wait a second—“ You leaned back instinctively, watching as horns began to spiral outward from his temples, his aura filling the air with an oppressive energy so thick it was hard to breathe.
“You think you’re so clever, don’t you?”
His tail whipped up and wrapped around your body, pinning your arms to your sides.
“I-I said you can’t hurt me.”
He grinned and laid back again, resting his arms behind his head.
“I’m aware~” he said, tail winding tighter. “You said you wanted help.”
You tested for any sort of give and found none.
“I don’t see how this helps.”
“No?” His eyes flashed with amusement and he lifted you slowly, then thrust you back down against his pelvis with a wet slap that sent a shudder rippling from your core up your spine. “Really?”
Something felt… different.
His cock pulsed, drawing your attention inward. Into this… feeling.
It… it was… wasn’t moving exactly, but the shape of it-
“You humans can be so stupid, it’s almost sad.”
His tail squeezed tighter, lifting you with ease and slapping you down again.
Was it…
Again.
Whatever it was, it hit just-
“Did you really think your plan was something original?”
“N-No, I-“
Again.
Your back arched and you breathed out through your teeth, determined to not cum again until he finished.
“Hnn~” He hummed, the end of his tail curving around and feathering across your stomach. “I’m surprised you could be so brazen…”
You chanced a glance down at him, questioning without speaking a word.
His grin widened and his tail held fast, lifting and lowering you down on him as if you were nothing more than a toy.
“I don’t care what your reason is,” he said, a sadistic lust spreading across his face as he watched you pant and whine. “You can pretend to be some hero all you like~ but you and I both know…”
It was…
Too much…
The way it moved with every pulse.
“Beh… Bel…”
His grin widened and he pulled you down, pushing himself even further inside. Your walls quivered and your eyes rolled, unable to process just whatthis feeling was.
“You’re just looking for a stud~”
“N-Nn-“
“Shut up,” he purred, his pace relentless as he used you to chase his pleasure.
You’d never-
Been-
“F-hah-“
He moaned, his tail constricting around your hips and rocking you against him, using your orgasm to milk himself as warmth blossomed deep within your core. So, so deeply you were already on the edge of another when he pulled you in close, wrapping his tail around so tight as his body locked.
One last throb up his length, making it flex inside you as he buried his seed deep inside.
Then, just as quickly as he’d bound you, his tail relaxed and began to unwind. You fell forward without the added support, just catching yourself on his chest in a breathless gasp.
“Mm…” He turned his head to the side, eyes already drifting shut. “You can stay there for a minute or two… but then get off of me. I want to sleep.”
“What… What the fuck was that?” you murmured, watching as his demonic features began to fade.
He said nothing, as expected.
“Hey.” You bounced your palms on his chest, shaking him. “Hey, Belphegor. Did you really fall asleep?”
Nothing but an idle snore answered you, and you sighed.
Well…
You looked down at yourself, feeling sore, sticky, and tired.
Dammit, he gets the bed tonight.
You sighed and lifted your hips up, wincing a little and clapping your hand over yourself to soothe the ache. He made no effort, no sign he was even conscious as you carefully climbed over him and caught yourself on wobbly legs.
Once again, he appeared like nothing more than a young man….
You shook the thought away and gingerly tiptoed your way out of your room to find some spare blankets and pillows, holding your hand over yourself to keep it but his cum began to dribble out, spilling between your fingers.
You sighed and went to the bathroom instead to clean up, knowing that just one night wasn’t likely for it to take anyway, and if sacrificing a few nights in your bed would get you what you needed, so be it.
‘You’re just looking for a stud~’
You banished the thought as heat kissed your face yet again.
“You don’t know anything about me,” you muttered, flicking off the light and opting to just lay on the couch tonight. The morning could be for setting things up properly. Or the next day.
For now, you just wanted to sleep.
And not think about the violet eyes peering into your dreams.
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ot4
E, 2k
Summary: It's overwhelming, being kissed, grazed, and revered in a manner not unlike worshipping like he's something divine and holy, someone worth praising and devoting to, he's both the saint and sinner, the painting and temple being venerated.
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or ashton-centric ot4 gang bang
something (ao3) - lifewasradical
luke/ashton
E, 6k
Summary: Luke brings his hand up to rest against the swell of Ashton’s right thigh, fingertips pressing lightly into the skin through the thin layer of cotton between them. There’s no heat or want in his touch, simply seeking out the ease of an interaction so casual, kneading his flesh like a pleased cat. It’s a familiar interaction, with Luke always wanting to be as close to another person as possible, but always seeming to find his spot against Ashton’s legs when he can.
Yet there’s just a little bit of something more there, something in the way that Luke’s fingers press down and his cheeks round out from his smile and his eyes flutter shut. Something.
touch (ao3) - lifewasradical
luke/ashton
E, 6k
Summary: Everyone who’s seen Ashton knows how large his hands are. They’re massive, with palms nearly as big as the entirety of his face and slender, long fingers all dressed in cuts and blisters from drumming with all his might. Even in their teenage years, Ashton’s hands have always been mesmerizing to Luke, especially comparing the size difference between their hands. Ashton’s has always dwarfed Luke’s in a way that no one else’s ever has before and probably never will again.
One thought that has somehow never plagued his mind is how absolutely devastatingly large Ashton’s hand looks on his thigh.
Your Hips, My Hands, You Swing, and You Dance (ao3) - lashtonaf
luke/ashton
E, 3k
Summary: Luke ends up meeting a pretty & giggly boy at the club, and they get acquainted quickly ;-)
#5sosfanfictioncatalogue#5sos fanfic#5sos#5 seconds of summer#ashton irwin#ashtons thighs#ashtonthigh masterlist#ashton masterlist#masterlists
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lululawrence's June 2022 Fic List
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June was a rough month for me and because of that I apparently took to reading. A LOT. I was able to finish 19 fics/series this month, and there are some hella high word counts in here, but I hope that doesn't scare you off, because they're amazing as well. Always a fan of variety, there are also some really great ficlets in here too, so if you aren't someone who can read long fics, that's fine. I promise I've got some in here for you too! I'm afraid I used a lot of the same phrases to explain how very much I enjoyed all of these fics, but they truly were all such fantastic reads, so I hope you find some in here that you will also be able to read and enjoy!
My podcast for this month is now available!. I love getting to rave about these great fics to all of you, and I hope you enjoy listening as well.
As always, be sure to show your love and appreciation for all of the hard work our fandom authors have put into their fics with kudos, nice comments, and (when applicable) reblogging their fic posts!
The Risen series by @creamcoffeelou / creamcoffeelou (20k, E, Harry/Louis, A/B/O dynamics, alpha Louis, omega Harry, Cult AU, journalist Harry, cult leader Louis, dark fic, dark Louis, 1970s, a LOT of potentially triggering topics and content so please check the tags and keep yourself safe!, suuuuper dark and kinda creepy and just not okay shit happening here, but if exploring those kinds of things is of interest then defo check this series out, it's so fucking fascinating and yet shudder inducing at the same time hah)
Darling, so it goes by @disgruntledkittenface / disgruntledkittenface (195k, E, Harry/Louis, Big Bang fic, Grace Kelly AU, Harry is Grace Kelly hehe, Royalty, famous/famous, Prince Louis, actor Harry, this fic takes us from their first meeting all through their flirting and getting to know each other to dating, engagement, wedding, and even some of their marriage, and it is EPIC AND WONDERFUL, it isn't all sunshine and daisies, and the way the growth of their relationship and the way they handled everything thrown at them, it was just incredible, it was so good i cannot rave enough holy cow)
an honest mistake by @disgruntledkittenface / disgruntledkittenface (2k, NR, Harry/Louis, meet ugly, hahahaha, pining, i guess? lol, can it be pining in a ficlet like this?, it is though i think it fits as a descriptor, fluff, flirting, humor, banter, this fic is so funny and cute and it is just such a fun fic i love it, i actually listened to this as an episode of @fanficfanaticpodcast and it had me legit giggling as i listened, it was so much fun)
dark blue by @larrieblr / safetyfilm (6k, T, Gen - OT4 friendship, canon divergent, apocalyptic au, dystopian au, crack fic, this fic is so difficult to summarize lmao, based on What a Feeling, Song Fic, Dreams, like the world starts falling apart and it's all one direction's fault because of the song, it's so fucking hilarious and just so weird, i LOVE it lolllll)
Choo-Choose Me by @ladyaj-13 / LadyAJ_13 (4k, G, Liam/Louis, train conductor Louis, commuter Liam, meet cute, crushes, kissing, this fic is just so fluffy and cute omg i love it, and it almost entirely takes place on the train, hehehe i love the premise of it all and the way it ends so perfectly)
The Greatest Thing by @infinitelymint / infinitelymint (164k, E, Harry/Louis, canon divergent, accidental marriage, fake marriage, friends to enemies to husbands to friends to lovers, lmaoooo, for real though that is basically their journey?, angst, so much angst and pain, and then so much healing, it's so soft and gentle and self indulgent for like ALL of us i think, there's so much cuddling and love and growth and working through the hard stuff, it's so wonderful i adore this fic so very much)
The Grundy County Auction Incident by @haztobegood / haztobegood (4k, T, Nick/Harry/Louis, based on a tiktok, kinda lollll, country fic, polyamory, frame narrative, established relationship, retelling of how they got together essentially, this is such a cute fic, it's everything i could have dreamed of the prompt becoming with this pairing, i'm so so so happy Jinny took this where she did cause i just threw the video into the chat and screamed and then magic, so fucking good)
Remember Me Before You by @kingsofeverything / kingsofeverything (294k, E, Harry/Louis, there's a lot of Zayn/Niall in there too but they're just a very prominent side pairing lol, New Girl AU, Harry is Jess, Louis is Nick, Niall is Schmidt, Liam as Winston, Zayn as Cece, teacher Harry, bartender Louis, writer Louis, roommates, friends to lovers, slow burn, like something like 200k of SLOW burn lol, humor, omg the insane humor, this reads like a 300k crack fic with feelings, it's amazing i just, how do you summarize 300k?!?!?, anyway it's fucking fantastic so worth your time)
New York Kiss by @quelsentiment / wordsnnotes (47k, M, Zayn/Louis, famous/non famous, kinda haha it's complicated, actor Louis, writer Zayn, meet ugly, hurt/comfort, pining, COVID, quarantine, miscommunication, angst with a happy ending, fluff, also other potentially triggering topics so please read the tags, this fic is beautiful and deep and so completely filled with emotion, the way that music is so deeply a part of Zayn is so gorgeous, his friendship with Harry is so cool to see in their distanced way thanks to COVID, but the ziam friendship and ziall friendship is just beautifully done and so palpable, i love and adore it so very much)
now you're in my life (I can't get you off my mind) by @so-why-let-your-voice-be-tamed / we_are_the_same (34k, M, Harry/Louis, A/B/O dynamics, omega Harry, alpha Louis, ace Harry, sex repulsed Harry, internalized acephobia, lirry friendship (and roommates), Uni AU, meet cute, pining, flirting, self acceptance, GAH you guys i pre-read this and for many reasons i'm probably biased, but this fic is just SO GOOD OKAY OMG, the ace rep is so good, and seeing it in this particular way in an a/b/o world is so cool)
We Might'a Took the Long Way by @evilovesyou / 4ureyesonly28 (8k, G, Harry/Louis, based on a tiktok, gallery owner Harry, artist Louis, art teacher Louis, artist Zayn, chef Niall, angst with a happy ending, no smut, this is just SUCH a great fic, it is the perfect length to give you some excitement, then the pain, and then the hard work the character has to put in in order to fix it, and i LOVE it)
Follow Your Arrow by @ladyaj-13 / LadyAJ_13 (36k, T, Harry/Louis, Big Bang fic, canon divergent, A/B/O dynamics, fake alpha Louis, secret omega Louis, leader of the pack Louis, the rest of the band knows he's omega, but no one else does, and OMG, Harry presenting throws everything off and it's SO FUCKING GOOD Y'ALL OMG, angst with a happy ending, hurt/comfort, touch deprivation, depri, dropping, nesting, self discovery, pining, gahhhhh listen, lady aj might say this fic was incredibly self indulgent, but it felt like it indulged every single thing i love about a/b/o possibilities and the secret omega trope, GAHHHHHH so fucking good i know i keep saying that this month but it was jam packed with fucking amazing reads)
let me show you by @larrieblr / safetyfilm (1.5k, T, Harry/Louis, questioning sexuality, never have i ever (the game, not the show lol), recreational alcohol/drug usage, a lot of internal monologue, this fic is so pure and sweet i just really loved it, it was part of the @podfic-pals pride episode too so you should defo listen)
Baby, Don’t Apologize by @neondiamond / Neondiamond (2k, T, Harry/Louis, A/B/O dynamics, alpha Louis, omega Harry, ace Harry, insecure Harry, established relationship, fluff, so much fluff and gentleness and love, it was so beautiful, but also it hit a little close to home in some ways so it was also hard to listen to at times for me personally, in other words it was really spot fucking on regarding the ace representation so SUPER pleased with that haha, it was just so so good and so filled with love, i adored it, it was also a part of the pride episode like the previous fic so yessss hehe)
Crawling on Your Shores by @juliusschmidt / juliusschmidt (67k, E, Liam/Harry, mechanic Liam, small town USA, OT4 friendship, Liam is a bit lost in a lot of ways, self discovery, extreme winter, that's a tag used by the author and it made me snort because yes this is very true lol, lots of discussion and thinking focused on mental illness and UFOs and suicide, lots of concern over death/disappearance of a loved one that happened prior to the fic starting, angst, pining, this fic is incredibly heavy tbh, but it is so beautiful as well, secret relationship, as Alex says "A Vast Universe of Uncertainty and Ambiguity" and that is a hell of a way to put it, very accurate hahaha, angst with a happy ending, there's just, this fic is a lot and so please be careful but it is STELLAR as well so just please consider reading it, it's incredible)
True as it Can Be by @beelou / cherrylarry (12k, G, Harry/Louis, Beauty and the Beast AU, girl direction, Harry is Belle, Louis is the Beast, they are both girls but the rest of one direction are boys, Liam is Lumiere, Niall is Cogsworth, and Zayn is the duster that Lumiere is into in the movie hahahaha, does she have a name?, anyway, so this is historical setting wise, and involves all the wonderful things that fairy tale does, it's a fun amalgamation of the animated and live action disney movies, and i just ADORED this fic)
Something About Liminal Spaces by @kingsofeverything / kingsofeverything (34k, E, Harry/Louis, Soulmates Abroad fic, set in New Zealand, writer Louis, older Louis, silver fox Louis, age difference, younger Harry, soulmates, soulmarks, slow burn, divorced Louis, hurt/comfort in a way for sure, this fic is so so beautiful and it's like, well i told lauren it was like she wrote it for me lmao, it has so many of my favorite things in it, and i devoured it in one night so it was clearly a fic i loved and needed right then, i just omg i really really love this fic so much)
Only by @allwaswell16 / allwaswell16 (34k, E, Harry/Louis, Soulmates Abroad fic, set in Tristan da Cunha, famous/non-famous, royalty au, soulmates, enemies to lovers is a bit extreme but maybe dislike to lovers lol, Prince Harry, post office/tourism worker Louis, musician Louis, falling in love, misunderstandings, friendship, first time, this fic is really really sweet and i loved the way everything was navigated considering how they were kind of unexpectedly thrown into the situation they were, on the most remote island in the world, lollll, it was so good, i was sad when it ended and accidentally yelled in my comment, sorry anitra i love you lol)
Like it was at the start by @quelsentiment / wordsnnotes (15k, T, Gen - Liam & Louis friendship, Soulmates Abroad, set at Lake Louise Canada, best friends Liam and Louis, soulmates Liam and Louis, platonic soulmates, aroace Liam, platonic love, first kiss, growing up together, coming out, this fic is such a cool exploration of a concept i hadn't really considered, which was aroace characters in soulmate pairings, and i just loved the way it was all handled and the complexity of the emotions involved, it was beautiful)
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Trying to brute force my way through this years long block and wrote a little Jason and Dick fic. I'm at 6k words but it's not ready for ao3, so just putting this little (very rough) intro here for fun and attention? validation? just because? who knows. I am weak! It's got a tiny bit of nc17 reminiscing, but otherwise safe I think. Jaydick, established-ish relationship (fwb type thing), 800ish words.
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Jason is slouched on a broken wooden bench in a private corporate courtyard, sucking aggressively on a milkshake when the deactivated comm in his helmet bursts into sudden, shocking life.
He startles hard, a closed-mouth gasp dislodging the chunk of strawberry stuck in his straw and sending it rocketing straight into the back of his throat. Barbara tolerantly waits out his violent coughing fit before speaking again. She says, "Hey."
"Jesus Christ, O," Jason swears, voice hoarse and racing heart trying to slow. "Almost shit my fucking pants."
"Sorry," Barbara says, sounding anything but. She makes a noise like she's trying not to laugh. "You okay, there, scooter?"
Jason coughs a bit more and belches painfully, wipes his mouth and re-engages the faceplate of his helmet and says, "blow me," through the voice modulator. Barbara really does laugh this time, and the tension that's been stiffening the line of Jason's shoulders since the moment she contacted him ebbs a little. Oracle doesn't fuck around on the job, so whatever it is she wants to talk to him about must not be that serious. He tosses what's left of his milkshake into a nearby trash can and leans comfortably in the shadow of a 'No Trespassing' sign where the security cameras he disabled point right at him. "So did you need something, or just dropping in to scare the holy ghost out of me?"
"A little of both," she admits. Jason can hear the clack of her keyboard in the background. It's still evening, setting sun painting the horizon a deep pink that's faintly visible under the thick grey Gotham smog. She's suited up early tonight, but so has he, and he doesn't ask. Still typing, she says, "I hear you're teaming up with N tonight."
"Where'd you hear that?"
"A little birdie told me."
"Funny," says Jason, bone dry. Find a Robin, pick it up, all day long you'll have a loud mouth. Barbara sounds entirely too amused with herself, though, so he breathes like Darth Vader through the helmet and grins when she makes a disgusted noise. "But yeah, later. I need his bendy shit for some recon. Why?"
Barbara says, "He's in a mood."
The way she says it like a warning stokes the beginnings of a fire inside him, a burgeoning electric spark lighting him up. Instinct and habit have him scanning the rooftops across the road despite knowing no one will be there. He's glad the helmet masks his too-interested tone when he says, "Oh yeah?"
"Yeah. Just wanted to give you a heads up."
Jason and Barbara aren't super close these days, and she was hard to read even back when he still had all his marbles. He doesn't know how much, if anything, she knows about what he and Dick get up to lately, can't tell from context if this courtesy call is for him specifically or if she's had the same conversation with anyone else planning to cross Nightwing's path tonight. Whatever the case, it's undoubtedly well-intentioned, so he says, "well, thanks," kind of dumbly. The courtyard gate creaks open a couple hundred feet away and he slinks into the shadows. "I've gotta go do a thing. Stop fucking with my comms."
"Sure," she tells him. "Good luck with your thing."
"Yeah."
She clicks off. Jason turns off his comm again.
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A few hours later, exactly on time, Dick comes to a light-footed landing on a warehouse roof a few feet away from him. His hair is exceptionally tousled, his eyebrows exceptionally expressive, his Nightwing getup exceptionally tight. Smiling, he tilts his head and puts his hands on his hips and says, "Knew I'd find you here."
"I literally told you to meet me here," Jason points out.
Dick ignores him. He stretches out his shoulders and arms, touches his toes and straightens, bends back until his hands touch the roof, hefts himself up onto them, turns in a circle on his palms and tips backwards until his feet touch down, then straightens again. Loose, he tosses Jason another grin. "Ready?"
Jason’s brain stutters a little. The last time they fooled around, less than a week ago, Dick had shoved him against a wall with a grin on his face just like this one and climbed him like a tree, rode him rough, slutty, shameless, and so good Jason shot off like a rocket inside him. Then he'd turned Jason around and fucked between his thighs and jizzed all over Jason's balls and cock and a little bit on the pristine white wall of his pristine white living room in his pristine white apartment.
Jason says, "Ready."
tbc
#jaydick#my fic#gosh this is rough but I must allow myself to write poorly before I can write well again right?#this is *handwaves* canon#i've read so many comics in the last several months but certainly not enough that I'm probably missing specific personality things here#but we rolling with it
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17-35 :)
Holy shit Nisi. XD
But fine, here you go.
(17) What highly specific AU do you want to read or write even though you might be the only person to appreciate it?
LeeSaku soul mate AU.
I just need it ok.
(18) If you wrote a sequel to [insert fic], what would it involve?
I'll answer for Crystal since I have a sequel in mind anyway.
It would center around Rubi, Aki and Gaara's daughter, who wants to become the first female Kazekage, and everything she goes through in pursuit of that goal.
(19) If you wrote a spin-off of [insert fic], what would it involve?
WYAAN for this one.
I really just want to drop a bunch of Naruto characters in Disney World purely because I think it would be funny.
(20) If you wrote a prequel to [insert fic], what would it involve?
Crystal again.
Founders-era fic about the Kamiya clan coming to power.
(21) If you wrote a “missing scene” in [insert fic], what would it be?
I guess it would be filling in more of the blanks from when Aki was out on her own. How she survived, her training with the centipedes, etc.
(22) Who is your favorite character in [insert fic] and why?
Crystal: Aki of course. <3 She's my first OC and the protagonist of my first fic. I also love her inner fire.
WYAAN: Holly. Because she's me given fic character form. <3
(23) What’s a trope, AU, or concept you’ve never written, but would like to?
Soul Mate AU <3
(24) Are there any easter eggs in [insert fic], and if so, what are they?
WYAAN: There are literally so many in just the first few chapters I don't have the space for them all.
But for a specific example: Holly's brownies that she puts in the fridge in chapter 3 are gonna be important later.
(25) What other websites or resources do you use most often when you write?
Google Docs is where I write. AO3 is where I get my inspiration. Grammarly (the free one) is how I double check grammar stuff.
(26) Would you rather write a fic that had no dialogue or one that was only dialogue?
Only dialogue. I'm not sure I could tell any sort of meaningful story with writing alone if I didn't have dialogue.
(27) How long did it take to write [insert fic]? Describe the process.
Crystal: I started working on the planning stages fall of last year. A year later, we're at 17 chapters and counting. I assume it'll probably take me two more years to finish it, but we'll see when we get there.
(28) Does anyone read your fics before you post them? If so, who?
Yep! Weather Boy (aka my husband) is my beta reader.
(29) What songs would be (or are) on a playlist for [insert fic]? Explain your choices if you want!
WYAAN: So WYAAN actually has a soundtrack in the works on Spotify. It's not finished by any means, but have a look:
Some songs are just character descriptions, some will be diegetic, and some are just there to set the mood.
(30) Have you ever written something that was out of your comfort zone? If so, what was it, and how did it affect your approach to writing fic thereafter?
Probably the little dirty talk fic between Karin and Suigetsu (warning: Explicit). I hadn't written for either of them before, so making believable dirty talk between the two really made me stretch my writer muscles.
It didn't really change anything with my writing other than make me a little more confident.
(31) What’s your ideal fic length to write?
Whatever amount of words will complete the story I want to tell, though longer is better.
(32) What’s your ideal fic length to read?
Long as balls. Give me the 50k+ fics all day.
(33) If you write chaptered fics, what’s your ideal chapter length to write? Is it different from your ideal chapter length to read?
For Crystal, I generally aim for 3k - 4k.
For WYAAN, it's closer to 6k - 7k, though that's because I have more characters to wrangle.
I'd say it's about the same as what I look for. I tend to squint when a story has 10k words with 20 chapters.
(34) What aspects of your writing are inspired by/taken from your real life?
A lot of details about my OCs - personality traits, physical details, life details, interests, etc. For example: Tori and Holly wearing glasses and being interested in creativity, Mariana being a theatre kid, and Nezumi being socially awkward all come from me.
(35) What aspects of your writing are completely unlike your real life?
Sadly, I am not a ninja IRL, and so all the stuff about "jutsus" and "epic battles" aren't real.
Sure wish I was a ninja though.
~
Thanks for the asks, Nisi. <3
Question for fic writers
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