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Dinner Date
For STWG daily drabble and, more importantly, for Goldie @steventhusiast. Happy Birthday, you deserve the world. I know you’re asleep right now, but it’s technically still your bday here.
“Dingus, this is a really fancy restaurant.” Robin leans back in her chair, but her hand plays with the fork on her napkin.
Steve sips his wine; some of it tips over the edge onto the tablecloth. “What? Can’t a guy take his best friend out to a fancy dinner?” He tilts his head and takes in his best friend. What was once an awkward teen now had a beautiful, but still awkward, woman in her place.
“Steve, I love our friend dates, but usually they take place in a greasy diner or dollar pizza.” Robin picks the fork up and starts twirling it into her napkin. Steve watches her get mesmerized by the wrinkles that wrapped around the silverware, even though they both know the napkin should be in her lap by now.
Steve smiles softly, moves his napkin from his lap to the table, and begins to mimic Robin. “Okay, maybe I wanted it to be a special occasion.”
Robin giggles at Steve's poor fork-twirling form and leans over the table to fix it for him. “All occasions are special when we are together, so that doesn’t really mean much.” Robin’s nose scrunches in concentration as she gently guides Steve’s hand. She has done this plenty of times before, guiding Steve where he needed to be. Like taking him to the bookstore near her college so he wouldn’t have to go into sex with Eddie blind, or when she taught him how to whisk eggs properly. Both are equally important skills he now uses in his everyday life. “But you seemed nervous. You keep sipping your wine, and I know for a fact that you hate dry wine.”
Steve puts down the glass that was halfway to his mouth, “It’s not my fault Moscato tastes like candy!”
Robin snorts, “Seriously, Dingus. It’s just me. What’s up?”
Steve puts down the fork and his glass and looks Robin in the eye. “I wanted to ask you to be my best man.”
Steve expects a lot of reactions out of her: excitement, an eye roll, hell, even straight-up rejection. Maybe a little speech about how weddings for them aren’t even legal. Instead, a look of betrayal crosses her face. “You asked Eddie to marry you, and you didn’t even tell me you were proposing?”
Immediately, Steve clenches his stomach in outrageous laughter, nearly having to bend over the table. Steve tries to take Robin seriously; he really does. But she is supposed to be the smart one out of the two of them.
Rage takes over Robin completely as she reaches over the table to start slapping Steve’s arm. “Don’t laugh, you asshat! I am actually mad at you!”
“Ow—” Steve laughs. “Ow, Robin!” Another giggle escapes him as he gets her to sit back in her chair. “I’m laughing because, of course, I didn’t propose to Eddie without talking to you first.”
Robin settles a bit at this, “I’m confused.”
Steve reaches for her hand across the table; Robin doesn’t hesitate to wrap her fingers around his. “I’m asking you to be my Best Man first, doofus. Before I even pick out the damn ring. Which I definitely need you to steal one of Eddie’s rings for me so I can get the size; man watches those things like a hawk.”
Robin squeezes his hand, “Wait, why would you ask me that first? Isn’t that kind of backwards.”
“I do everything kind of backwards, babe. Kinda the Steve Harrington special.” Steve rubs a thumb against the back of soulmate's hand. “Of course, I ask you about being my best man first. There would be no wedding without you, so if you say no, there would be no proposing.”
Steve could see tears beginning to fill Robin’s eyes, “What are you saying?”
“Whoever gets stuck with me gets stuck with you. We’re a package deal, babe.”
Robin throws herself across the table, knocking the wine everywhere. Steve laughs and clenches her tightly. “Of course, I’ll be your best man! Someone’s gotta make sure you don’t hurt yourself going down the aisle.” She sobs.
Steve’s throat gets thick, “Pretty sure that’s the father's job, Robs. And you’d have to fight Jim for that role.”
“Fine.” Robin sniffs, leaning back to look him in the eye. “But I get stand by your side as you make a complete fool of yourself with your vows.”
“Deal.”
Robin leans forward, placing her forehead against Steve’s. “You and me against the world, babe.”
Steve hugs her tight, “You and me against the world.”
#stobin#steddie#steve and robin both call eachother babe#its canon#i dont make the rules#happy birthday gold!!!!#i asked them what they like in stranger things fic#and they said stobin with a side of steddie#so bet say less you got it hon#steven harrington#robin buckley#platonic soulmates stobin#my writing#platonic stobin
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After Hours (Ernest Lawrence x AFAB!Reader x J. Robert Oppenheimer)
Main Master List || MISC Master List
Summary: Oppenheimer, finding himself in sexual frustration, runs to Lawrence and reader where Lawrence is more than willing to share reader.
Author's Note: THIS IS PURELY FICTIONAL. IN NO WAY SHAPE OR FORM DOES THIS ACTUALLY REPRESENT THE REAL PEOPLE THAT WERE LAWRENCE AND OPPENHEIMER. IF YOU'RE NOT COMFORTABLE WITH THIS, PLEASE SCROLL AWAY.
Author's Note 2: So I haven't really posted in a while and this is something new for me, so this is my trial run. I do have stuff planned for whumptober but that'll be next month. - SIDE NOTE I am currently obsessed with Josh Hartnett's interpretation of the character, a forewarning - SIDE SIDE NOTE, THANK YOU TO @arieslost FOR THE KICK ASS NAME
Warnings: SMUT 18+, cuckhold, unprotected sex, oral sex (male receiving), semi Public sex, p in v sex, body shots, pet names, masturbation and language
Word Count: 2.3k
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The lab is relatively quiet for a Tuesday night. Not a sound can be heard apart from your pen scratching against the papers and Lawrence lightly tapping his shoe against the floor. When the two of you had met, you were his student, then you became his TA, and now, you’re still his TA but you’re also his. The first couple weeks of your relationship with him, neither of you could keep your hands off each other. Homeworks wouldn’t get graded and more often than not, both of you were extremely tired the next day. Now, it’s much more mellow. The two of you had decided to try and keep it out of the lab, but sometimes that’s easier said than done. Like now.
Setting down the papers, you involuntarily squeeze your legs and let out a frustrated sigh, but Lawrence makes no comment. “Ernie.” If there were any students in the lab, you would strictly refer to him as Dr. Lawrence, but when no one is around? All bets are off the table.
“Yes honey?”
“When can we go home?” Lawrence sets his papers down, adjusting his glasses and looking you over, desperation written all over your face. With a smirk, he kicks his legs up on his desk, readjusting the papers in his lap and clicking his tongue.
“I don’t know hon, I have all these papers to grade and the less you help, the longer it’s going to take.” His comment irks you but you know he’s right. Picking up the papers again, you try to scan them over as quickly as you can, oblivious to the quantum physicist walking into the room, Lawrence on the other hand notices instantly. “Well, look who’s here.” His voice tears your already frail concentration away as you focus on Oppenheimer, jacket tossed on one of the chairs.
“I’m tired of her playing games.” He crashes on the seat next to you and takes out his pipe, lighting it up while you and Lawrence share a brief look in confusion. You don’t really know what Oppie is going on about, but from what you understand from Ernest, it’s about a woman named Jean.
“What did she do this time?”
“She calls me, says she wants me, I go over, she kicks me out. She got me worked up for nothing,” Robert complains as Lawrence raises an eyebrow, taking a brief look at you but your eyes are raking down his body. You and Lawrence have spoken, rather in depth, on your mutual attraction towards the Quantum Theorist. Lawrence’s attraction is more on an intellectual level while yours is more on a sensual level.
“Anything we can do to help?” You offer quietly, repositioning yourself towards Oppenheimer and fixing your blouse. Oppenheimer’s cold blue eyes fixate briefly on your bosom before shaking his head, focusing on his pipe.
“Not unless you have a way to relieve my tension.” Your eyes flick to Ernest silently asking if you can, only to receive a slight nod of his head, his eyes returning to his papers.
“Well, I can,” you comment, setting your own papers down on Lawrence’s desk before pulling the pipe out of Oppie’s hands and sliding onto his lap, your legs resting comfortably on either side of his hips.
“Uh- Lawrence?” Oppenheimer’s eyes flick behind you and try to find Ernest’s only to find them still focused on the papers and not really caring.
“Go ahead and enjoy yourself Robert. She’s really skilled.” It’s all the convincing Oppie needs before his eyes focus on your face, your hips slowly rocking against his.
“I- um- not really sure if you should be- doing this,” he swallows, trying to keep his eyes on your face as your hands trace down his chest.
“Why not? Daddy said it was ok.” You can hear Lawrence snort in amusement as Robert nods, leaning back in the seat, his hands falling to your hips as he begins to take control. Leaning down, you press your lips against his neck, gently sucking on the supple skin right below his ear, causing his eyes to flutter close.
“Dear- ar-,” he lets out a little moan as your hand moves between yours and his body, gently grazing against his hardon.
“Wow, so Oppie can shut up.” Lawrence’s comment stifles a laugh out of you as you lean back, removing your shirt and bra, discarding them onto the floor of the Rad Lab. Oppenheimer’s eyes instantly fall to your breasts, his hands reading up and gently running the pads of his thumbs against your nipples, causing you to let out a soft moan. Looking up from his paper, Lawrence watches you with a smirk before returning to his work, ignoring the way his cock begins to press against his slacks.
“Lawrence?”
“Yeah?”
“Are you sure it’s okay if I take her?” Oppenheimer asks as you continue to undress yourself, leaving you in nothing except your stockings, knowing just how much Lawrence likes them on you.
“I’m not in control of her, you have to ask her yourself.” A wave of arousal goes between your legs, because no, Lawrence IS in control of you. For him to suggest otherwise is his way of foreplay.
“Well?” Oppie’s question breaks you out of your thoughts as you drop yourself back on his lap, immediately feeling the length of Oppenheimer’s cock.
“Yes, Dr. Oppenheimer.” You can visibly see the way Oppie’s pupils dilate before he’s picking you up and placing your back on the desk, one of his hands shoving down his suspenders and pants to his thighs, letting his cock spring free.
Looking up from his papers, Lawrence watches the way Oppenheimer begins to guide his member towards your heat.
“You might want to go in at a slight angle, it gets the job done much faster.”
“Who said I want to get it done fast?” Oppenheimer retorts, his eyes focused on Lawrence behind him and not the way you’re touching yourself underneath him. Lawrence though, sees your deft hand rubbing tight circles against your clit.
“If you don’t get it done sooner rather than later, she’s gonna lose interest.” Lawrence’s comment has Oppie’s head turning right back to you causing his dick to twitch at the sight. “Besides,” Lawrence slaps the papers on his desk, making his way over to you and Oppie before sitting down on the edge of his desk, “I would still like to have a turn with her.”
“Are you going to watch?” You ask with a small smile causing him to smile back.
“Yes sweetheart, now why don’t you show Oppie just how nice you feel.” Lawrence smirks, his eyes watching your body intensely as Oppenheimer begins to push the head of his cock in, grunting as he meets resistance. You, on the other hand, let out a moan at the feeling of his cock stretching you out. “How does he feel honey?”
“So good,” you moan out, wiggling your hips and looking up to the physicist above you, “you can move.” Oppie nods his head, his hips starting a steady pace, trying to not look to Lawrence for approval. Leaning over you, Oppenheimer places a tentative kiss on your nipple before taking it between his teeth causing you to let out a sharp gasp of surprise. Picking up his pace, sweat begins to trickle on his forehead as your moans get louder, your nails scratching at his biceps while your hips cant up.
Feeling the beginning of your orgasm, you reach one hand down between your bodies and begin to rub your clit, eyes fluttering close and chasing the feeling, barely registering the fact that Lawrence is commanding Oppie on what to do. “I’m close.”
“We know baby girl, just hold on a little longer.” Oppenheimer comments, his hips thrusting wildly as he chases his own orgasm while he looks to Lawrence, “where?”
“She likes it on her tits. But make sure she cums first.” Oppenheimer nods his head, trying to keep his pace as best as possible so that you can cum. “Come on honey, cum for Robert,” Lawrence whispers in your ear while petting your hair in soothing strokes, sending you toppling over the edge.
“Oh fuck,” you let out a long moan as Oppenheimer continues to thrust into you, helping you ride out your high before slipping out of you and jerking off, hot ropes of his cum landing on your stomach and tits. Both you and Oppenheimer breathe heavily for a minute before you sit up, his cum dripping off your body and onto the floor, while Lawrence smiles like a proud parent.
“Good job Oppie,” Lawrence claps Oppie on the shoulder before his hands unbutton his slacks and push them down, taking a seat at his desk chair, “but let me show you how it’s done.” His focus shifts to you, a lustful look in his eyes. “Well kitten?”
You raise a brow as a smirk forms on your face. “Yes Dr. Lawrence?”
“Why don’t you show me and Dr. Oppenheimer what that pretty little mouth of yours can do,” Lawrence comments as you nod your head, walking over to him before sinking to your knees in between his strong thighs. Judging by how hard he is and how much he’s already leaking, you’re thoroughly shocked he didn’t pull you off of Oppenheimer and just have his way with you. Despite Lawrence being a gentleman to all those who he crosses paths with, he sure loves to manhandle you. Wasting no time, you immediately grab ahold of his member and run your tongue along the thick vein on the underside. If Lawrence felt any sort of pleasure he’s not making it known. Normally, he makes all sorts of noises but you suppose it’s probably Oppie being in the room and Lawrence’s need to establish himself as an alpha male, which you will tease him about later.
Looking up through your lashes, you place a tender kiss to the head of his cock and you can barely see his breath hitch. Wrapping your lips around the head of his cock, your tongue collects the precum that has leaked causing Lawrence’s hand to weave into your hair.
“Think you can take a little more honey?” You nod in response, relaxing your throat as much as possible before his hand starts guiding you up and down on his cock. Reaching up with the hand that’s not wrapped around his member, you gently roll his balls in your hands, aware of the way Oppenheimer watches like there’s nothing else in the world. “You’re doing such a good job honey, just like that,” Lawrence tosses his head back, eyes screwed shut and mouth open in ecstasy as his hips lightly thrust into your mouth. Twisting your hand around his cock, you moan softly causing his hips to briefly falter. Picking up your pace, the sound of you gagging around your lover’s cock echoes in the lab, that and fapping? Looking over briefly, you can make out Oppenheimer’s hand pumping his own cock up and down as if he was watching his own personal porn, in which case, he is.
“Fuck honey, don’t stop.” You can tell that Lawrence is close by the way his hand flexes in your hair. Nodding your head, you take him as deep as you possibly can, your own moans sending vibrations around his cock before it twitches in your mouth. Lawrence lets out a small grunt as he holds your head still around his cock while your hand continues to rub the base of his cock, trying to help him ride out his high as you hear another grunt, this time a little further away. After coming down from his high, Lawrence gently pulls your face off his cock with a lopsided smile. “Now are you going to swallow?” You tilt your head back and swallow his load, loving the way both men have their eyes on you. “Ain’t she a beaut Robert?”
“Yes she is. Wish I had someone so… obedient.” Lawrence chuckles, tucking himself back in before leaning down and kissing you, deciding to ignore the taste of himself on your lips. Standing up to his full height, Lawrence offers you a hand and pulls you up, placing his jacket around your shoulders.
“Well, that was fun,” you comment as Lawrence pulls you into his side, being slightly more possessive now that the sexual tension is dissipating. Oppenheimer immediately picks up on it.
“Right, well, I should get going. Thank you both for that. It was much needed.” You move to respond but Lawrence’s hand grips onto you just a little tighter.
“You’re welcome. We’ll see you tomorrow.” Robert nods his head and dips out of the room, closing the door and leaving you and Lawrence there alone. Turning in his grasp, you reach up and fix his glasses while he kisses the palm of your hand.
“What was with the sudden possessiveness?” He scoffs before picking you up and placing you on his desk, slotting himself between your legs and kneeling on the floor.
“Because, even though we both like him, you belong to me and he needs to know that. Now, let me take care of you, okay?” He presses a kiss to your inner thigh, causing your eyes to flutter shut.
“Sounds good to me.”
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Author's Note 3: Thank you to a few certain people who made me confident enough to post this, I could not have done it without you guys <3
Tagging just in case: @floralcyanide @arieslost @darkmoviesquotespizza @cranesbathtowel @madlittlecriminal
#oppenheimer#Oppenheimer movie#christopher nolan#j Robert Oppenheimer x reader#j robert oppenheimer#Ernest lawrence#Ernest Lawrence x reader#josh hartnett#Cillian murphy#cillian murphy fic#lacontroller1991#maybe this will flop#I hope it doesn't#Oppenheimer x reader
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𝐯𝐢𝐩𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐞 / 𝐯𝐢𝐩𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐠𝐧!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫
yes, i'm back with yet another viper imagine, sorry not sorry! thank you to my friend for putting prompts in my inbox (and also threatening to eat my toes, fucking weirdo). this part one of two, the other half is gonna be with reyna!
prompt: Grey I'm seeing a decline of hot mean women fics, so I present a Rivals to lovers undercover banquet AU 🤩 And they get forced to dance with each other and Reader is just teasing the shit out of her (preferably with Reader in a tux but whatever you prefer hon)
words: 1623
warnings: viper being a bitch, swearing, slight sexual themes toward the end
“I can’t believe they chose us for this,” you say, pulling on the front of your blazer, trying everything you can to get it a little less tight around your arms. To your left, Sabine, otherwise known as Viper, picks up two flutes of champagne and presses one into your hands. “You think they would’ve chosen Chamber, or— or even Cypher! Those two would’ve been way better at this.”
“Quit whining,” Sabine says. You shut up promptly, bringing the champagne to your mouth to down it all in one go. You feel the prickling sensation of her eyes on you as you empty the glass. It tastes expensive, bubbling in your throat. Sabine’s brusque words hardly bother you anymore; you’ve built a tolerance to Sabine’s bite. “Brimstone chose us because we’re the most respectable. Had Chamber come, he would’ve been making bets against too many people and pissing them off.”
Fair point.
“Just don’t know why I got put with you, of all people,” you mutter under your breath, hand tucked into the pocket of your slacks. You deposit the empty glass on a waiter’s serving tray as they pass by. “I’d rather choke on one of Raze’s grenades than be here.”
Sabine lets out an exhale, tipping her chin back. “Don’t think I’m delighted to be here either.”
You flex your jaw. Leave it to Brimstone to send the two of you undercover at a corporate party. Everyone knows Sabine, they’ll flock to her, leaving you in the wings listening for information. Again, Cypher would’ve been much better at this. The man knows dirt on everything.
You’re here, so you can’t complain. The only thing you can do is suck it up. This is exactly what you intend to do, by drowning yourself in crab bites and enough champagne to fill your stomach and make you drunk. Even throwing up would be more tolerable than… than hanging out with Sabine.
Sabine, who glares at you whenever you have to share the lab. Sabine, who makes snide remarks under her breath when the others can’t hear her, knowing fully well that you can. Part of your skillset is listening. You hear things, more than regular people would.
For example, you can hear her fucking breathing. It’s annoying.
Why is she breathing so goddamn slow all the time?
“Aren’t you going to start networking? Get schmoozing?” You say, gesturing to the throngs of people in black tie formal; most of the men you see are wearing the same version of suits; you opted for something a little different, something that wouldn’t set you too far apart.
But also something that marks you as Sabine’s party partner, unfortunately. The rich, deep green blazer is a few shades away from black, complimented by a black undershirt and vest, capped off with an emerald tie. Not exactly black tie, but you don’t give enough of a fuck to care.
Sabine has a silk dress on, thin straps hugging her lean shoulders and a plunging backline that shows off (to your disappointment) smooth muscle. You can still spot the scars from fighting, but they’re hardly there.
“No,” Sabine replies, sipping her champagne. “Not time for that yet. “We arrived late— people have just started dancing.”
Your eyes widen. “Please don’t tell me I have to dance.”
“I hope you know how to waltz.” Sabine cleverly doesn’t answer your question but gives you a whole new host of headaches and problems. She gives you a crass yet sharp smile, paired with the slightest narrowing of her verdant green eyes. “Be a dear and escort me to the dance floor, won’t you?”
Fuck. Fine. Whatever. You sigh, holding out your hand. Sabine’s hand slides into it and she steps close to you, only highlighting the height difference now that she’s donned some strappy heels to accentuate her outfit. It’s more than annoying at this point.
To make matters worse, there’s a goddamn orchestra playing some music, prompting more couples to flock toward the wide open space in the middle of the ballroom. Begrudgingly, you move to stand in front of her.
“Gonna have to help me out here. I don’t know how to dance for shit,” you say.
“You don’t know anything, do you?” Sabine’s voice is a whisper, harsh and diamond cut. You can almost feel the air slicing your cheek when she exhales, moving one of your hands to sit on her waist.
“I know plenty of things. Dancing with a stick up my ass is not one of them,” you reply, gripping her a little tighter. You’re suddenly regretting your decision concerning gloves— Sabine’s skin is cold, a sharp contrast to the warmth of your palms. Sabine props your hand up to hold hers and her other arm comes around your shoulder, holding your back. She subtly fixes the collar of your blazer.
“Then it’s a good thing you have me to pick up your slack, hm?” Sabine’s voice is heated for a reason you don’t quite understand, but there’s no room left to talk. The music swells, and you start dancing. You’re lucky that all of your time fighting for the Protocol has given you steady feet, but you realize that despite being the man of the dance, Sabine is very clearly leading you around the dancefloor.
You loathe being this close to her. You can smell the faint residue of chemicals covered by the scent of mulberry and something bittersweet. Her toxins are disguised by the perfume coating her skin, and the unfortunate height advantage leaves your nostrils near her neck and collarbones, where the smell is most potent.
You feel a little lightheaded, but you chalk it up to the champagne you slammed back three minutes ago.
“Spin me.” Her command is whispered, but you do it nonetheless, stretching your arm up high to spin the woman before pulling her back to you. You do it perhaps a little too roughly because Sabine gives you a look that could melt through steel. You simply keep following the steps, now having the rhythm down enough to try and take the lead.
Sabine is not willing to give that up, it seems.
Somehow, it becomes a spar on the dancefloor. Movements are disguised as flair, and no words are said, but the pounding in your chest becomes hard to ignore when the music comes to a crescendo.
You force Sabine into another spin, to which she executes with grace before you bring her close, doing another round in the box steps. She spots the slight curl on the corner of your mouth and can do nothing to stop you as you push her down into a dip. Your hand wraps around her waist and you spread your feet, unable to hold back a grin as the woman all but falls into a regal drop.
What you don’t expect is Sabine’s harsh breathing, her arm wrapped around your neck to keep herself balanced. There’s tense eye contact, the smell of mulberries infiltrating your nose and filling your body with heat. She’s openly staring at you in a way she’s never done before; no poison behind her eyes, no snark or bite.
Your heartbeat vibrates against your sternum as you bring her upright.
Why… why is she looking at you like that?
You don’t get an answer, because as soon as the music stops, Sabine is walking you off the dancefloor, all but speed walking toward one of the many corridors leading away from the bathrooms.
“Wh— hey, easy!” You hiss, trying to slap her hands off of you, but god, she’s insistent. She pushes you into a room, pushing the door shut behind her. You glance around— this is one of the glitziest bathrooms you’ve ever seen. It’s empty, with a long marble counter complete with two sinks. You look over your shoulder. “Sabine, what’s going on—”
She cages you, hands on either side, pushing you onto the counter.
And that’s how it starts. That’s when you realize why she’s looking at you like she’s trying to burn your clothes off with acid.
And that’s how you end up sitting on the counter, Sabine pulling the button on your jacket with her mouth on yours. You taste the champagne you had earlier on her lips, and you push insistently into her, eyebrows furrowed. Her hands— god, they’re fucking cold— press into your sides, pulling you close.
She leans forward, pressing you into the mirror. You grab onto her shoulders, anywhere you can reach as the stench of mulberry fills your body with heat. Sabine bites your bottom lip hard, causing a curse to slip from your lips. She acquaints herself with your neck, biting and sucking above the pressed collar of your shirt, and with every press of her teeth into your skin comes pleasurable pain.
“I still don’t like you, you know,” you whisper, your words broken up with the sharp inhales you take to keep yourself from floating away.
“The feeling is mutual,” Sabine murmurs into your skin, before lathing her tongue over a spot underneath your ear that summons a shudder to rock through your entire body. “You’re insufferable.”
“You’re a bitch.”
In response, Sabine clamps down on your neck with her teeth hard. You can’t hold back the groan that slips out of your mouth. You slide your hand into her hair, clenching and pulling to guide her mouth back to yours. Her hand grabs yours and presses it to the mirror behind you, the nails on her fingers digging into the tendons on your wrist.
You’ve never liked Sabine.
Not really.
Yet, the only thought in your mind that exists now is I know it’s bad, but we could be so good.
#viper x reader#valorant x reader#valorant viper x reader#valorant fanfiction#valorant#viper#viper valorant
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The Accident - Danny Hon AU (Part 2)
im so sorry this took so long to get out OTL (here’s part one if you need to re-read)
Danny was… not doing well. His body ached and he felt like he could still feel jolts of electricity coursing through his body, it was especially prevalent as he got himself out of the RV. He barely hid the winces of pain as he climbed out of the vehicle.
The Lunar New Year was being held at his uncle’s house this year, Il-Seong Seo and while Danny couldn’t say he was particularly close with him he was nice enough and made Danny feel better about taking his time about becoming an astronaut considering the man was still taking college classes to become a professor. On the other hand he was looking forward to seeing his cousins again; he had three in particular he wanted to see Ha-Jun on his mother’s side and then the twins Seo-Hyeon and Eun-Jung on his father’s.
Ha-Jun was a cute kid and she was always looking forward to seeing Danny for their “yearly ghost reports” as they called them, it was mostly him just updating her on the ghost research his parents did. He couldn’t say the same of her parents unfortunately, they were less than pleased about the research finding it a waste of time and money.
Seo-Hyeon and Eun-Jung, or Silver as he liked to be called, were older than him by about four years at least (Korean ages and American ages always confused the hell out of him). Both were in college and had an apartment on the outskirts of Amity Park, they tended to skirt around the whole ghost thing with him and he appreciated them for that, he could only take so much ghost talk before getting sick of it.
The second Danny passed the threshold of the house a small body immediately ran into him and while ordinarily he could take it without issue, today was not an ordinary day. Danny let out a pained grunt and bit his lip, clenching and unclenching his hands as he rapidly blinked the tears out of his eyes.
“Danny-oppa!” Ha-Jun greeted happily, nuzzling her face into his pant leg.
Danny let out a grunt and ruffled her hair, “Hey Ha-Jun… how are you doing?” he asked.
“I think the better question here is how are you doing? Ha-Jun does this every time and you look about ready to keel over.” Seo-Hyeon and Silver both waved hello’s to the Hons, moving out of the way of the entrance.
“Yeah no offense kid you look like fuckin’ shit.” Silver stated bluntly, earning a slap from Jazz.
“Language Silver! There are children around!” she hissed.
Silver rolled his eyes, “Not like she can understand what the words mean…” he muttered before turning back to Danny, “So?”
Danny shrugged half-heartedly, “Could be worse!” he replied.
“Which means you could be better.” the twins said simultaneously.
“Ya know I’d love to play 20 questions with you two but!” Danny swallowed the jolt of pain that went through his body as he lifted Ha-Jun, earning a happy squeal, and rested her on his shoulders, “I have a little meeting to get to with Commander Ha-Jun here!”
Ha-Jun giggled and nodded, “Let’s go Pilot Danny!” she cheered, making take off sound effects as Danny ran off.
Jazz watched him go and sighed, “He’s hiding something.”
“Oh, no shit?”
“Don’t be fuckin’ rude.”
“No he’s right but as per usual our parents haven’t noticed a thing.” the three headed further into the house and Jazz glanced at them, “You’ll probably hear about it at dinner tonight but I’m willing to bet it’s got something to do with that ghost portal our parents made.”
Seo-Hyeon spluttered and looked at Jazz, her eyes wide, “Wait he actually managed to make a ghost portal?!”
“Well damn didn’t think the old man had it in him, I’ll have to make sure and pour him a drink tonight.” Silver smirked at his sister, “Which means you owe me a meal at Nasty Burger.”
“Not the time Eun-Jung.”
“If I don’t say it now you’ll feign ignorance later nuna.”
Jazz looked between the two unimpressed, “…You bet on whether or not my dad would be able to make a ghost portal.” it wasn’t a question.
“Yeah well the crazy bastard’s done a lot of impressive stuff! So I bet that he’d be able to make it!” Silver nodded proudly and Jazz could swear she saw stars come off of him. She shook her head and pinched the bridge of her nose about to leave the duo to themselves when Silver spoke up again, “He’ll talk about it when he wants to. I know you’re worried but don’t pressure him to talk about anything he doesn’t want to.”
Seo-Hyeon patted her shoulder and smiled softly, “Danny’s a smart kid and you’ve been looking out for him since you two were kids. He’ll definitely come to you once he’s ready.”
The three were quiet for a moment before Jazz returned the smile and nodded, “Yeah… I know it’s just…”
“Hard we know, we care about the kid as much as you do.” Silver swung his arm around Jazz’s shoulders and gave her a thumbs up, “But in the meantime how’s about we quiz ya on some of your schoolwork huh? I know who you are as a person so you probably brought some material with you, am I right or am I right?”
Jazz flushed and shoved her laughing cousin off, “Shut up! But yes I did and thank you!” she stormed off, her cheeks puffed out.
Seo-Hyeon rolled her eyes at her brother and helped him up, the two of them sparing a glance to the Hon parents before following Jazz.
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This day just seemed to be going from bad to worse and Danny was beginning to realize he didn’t get off as scot-free as he was hoping with the whole portal incident. Every time he walked into a room someone at some point would ask if someone turned the heat down, he may or may not have caused his aunt’s glass to shatter after hearing some snide remark she made regarding his dad that apparently no one else heard, the jolts of electricity that he was hoping would lessen had only gotten more frequent and his overall body just felt weak.
He was exhausted after playing with Ha-Jun and had to excuse himself to sit on the floor, letting his head rest on the back wall. Just a little bit longer Hon, then we can get some rest. Just have dinner and say hi to family in Korea. He thought as he saw his family slowly make their way into the main room to eat.
Food that would normally have him salivating now just made his stomach turn as he forced himself to eat, albeit slower than it usually was. He didn’t miss Seo-Hyeon and Silver’s concerned gazes and Jazz rubbed her hand up and down his back. He waved them off and Jazz gestured to his chest to which he quickly shook his head, leaning over to whisper, “I’m just tired, I’ll probably turn in early.”
Jazz furrowed her brow, looking like she wanted to say more but was cut off when their dad stood and clinked his glass with his fork, “Ahem! Attention everyone! I have an important announcement!” he said, or well shouted.
Danny’s head started pounding at his dad’s voice and he bit back a wince as he continued, “Now! As you all know Maddie and I have been researching extensively about wanting to bring the fight against the ghostly menace to their home turf! Well I’m proud to say that we’ve finally done it!”
“Yes Jack and I are happy to announce that we’ve created the first working portal to the Ghost Zone!” Maddie cheered, earning a round of applause from the table.
Il-Seong let out a low whistle, “That right Maddie? You sure it works?” he chuckled.
“We’re absolutely sure it works Il-Seong-oppa! In fact Danny’s the one who put the finishing touches on it to turn it on!” Maddie exclaimed.
Everyone’s eyes were on him now and he swallowed nervously, looking at his dad for help. Help he did not get for instead he said, “Yeah! Not really sure what he did but my Danny boy sure did it! In fact son why don’t you let everyone know what ya did!”
Oh this is the last thing I need… Danny thought as he tried to calm his heart rate, he hated being put on the spot like this. His headache rapidly got worse and it was too hot, the smells were too much, he ate way too damn much and the light was too fucking bright.
The lightbulb shattered causing multiple startled gasps and the last thing Danny remembered was three distinct voices shouting his name before everything went black, his body hitting the floor with a dull thud.
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As he drifted back into consciousness Danny became vaguely aware of his surroundings but more importantly, he was aware that he felt much better from before. His head no longer hurt, he didn’t feel like he was burning from the inside out and the jolts he was feeling didn’t seem to be happening any longer.
He slowly opened his eyes and looked at his surroundings, he was in one of the guest bedrooms and that would’ve been all well and good… if he wasn’t lying on the ceiling!
He let out a startled shout and quickly covered his mouth, pulling his hands back to stare at the pale, nearly blue, hue that they had along with the faint glow around them. The sleeves of his jokki were no longer black but a bright white while the rest of his hanbok was now a deep black.
“Wha… What the hell?” he whispered as he slowly floated, FLOATED, towards the nearby mirror. He… that wasn’t him. He had black hair and blue eyes, not… white hair and green eyes! He was practically inverted what was going on?! His ears had a slight point to them, his sclera was black and holy shit he had fangs.
He brought hand to his head and scrambled to make sense of what was going on, trying desperately to avoid the one conclusion that showed up as soon as he saw himself. He wasn’t going to acknowledge that! He was only 14, barely into high school and had his whole life ahead of him! He never even dated anyone, he… he wanted to be an astronaut…
He made his way back to where he’d woken up above the bed and swallowed thickly, what was going to happen to him now? All his life his parents talked about how ghosts were evil and were nothing but terrors to humans and now… he looked at his hands, “Now I’m one of them…?” he whispered.
He hoped he looked peaceful, the last thing he wanted his family to see was his face contorted in pain so he forced himself to look down at the bed and blinked in confusion. It was… empty? He couldn’t dwell on that for long though as his mom chose then to call, “Danny! Are you awake?” along with subsequent footsteps getting closer to the room.
No, no no no no! They couldn’t see him like this! What would they think!? They’d try to kill him again! He had to get out of here, hide something! As he frantically looked for a place to hide two white rings suddenly appeared around his waist, splitting into two separate rings going up and down his body and the next thing he knew… he landed in the bed with a grunt.
His hands looked the same as they always did, jokki was black and the rest of his hanbok was white. He looked back at the mirror and saw black instead of white and assumed his eyes were back to blue as well. What… the absolute fuck.
Maddie opened the door with her foot, her hands full of a plate of gimbap as she rushed over to him, “Danny! Are you alright, why didn’t you tell us you didn’t feel well!” she exclaimed, putting the plate down and fussing over him.
“Mom, mom eomma I feel better. Sorry I… I didn’t tell you.” Danny held his arms up as a shield and his mom let out a sigh of relief.
“Thank goodness, you gave everyone such a fright when you collapsed…” she pulled him into a hug and squeezed him, “I’m glad you’re feeling better honey…”
Danny stiffened before slowly returning the hug, “Y-Yeah…” he managed.
He couldn’t tell them, absolutely not that was absolutely out of the question. He couldn’t tell Jazz… she’d not only worry about him more but she thought all of this wasn’t real anyway! Hate to break it to ya but it’s way more real than I’d like it to be…
The rest of his family weren’t the greatest candidates either so that left only two people. Sam and Tucker.
#danny phantom#danny phantom au#danny fenton#maddie fenton#jack fenton#jazz fenton#danny hon au#king writes#I HAVE NO EXCUSE BUT I HOPE THIS MAKES UP FOR IT....
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And We're Gunna Get to That Place, Where We Really Wanna Go
Words: 6099
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson
Characters: Robin Buckley, Original Characters
Additional Tags: Nurse Steve Harrington, Rock Star Eddie Munson, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Humor, Fluff, POV Eddie Munson
Summary:
Eddie repeatedly sacrifices his limbs and rock n' roll lifestyle in attempt to woo the hottest nurse at station 3 West. It eventually works, but not in the way he expects.
“So I said to the guy, please, sir, I’m a Christian woman, but no stranger to discretion, so if you want to meet me behind that KFC-A&W combo in half an hour, I’ll bring these veteran knees and you bring that same put ‘em in their place attitude—to which he said, something like, would you shut your trap and let me assess your god damn injuries already. He smiled though, so, you know, I think we’re getting somewhere significant pretty quickly.”
“What’s that mijo?” Abigail asks from behind her hand.
They’re playing poker—strip poker, but as neither of them are particularly good at poker they’re only missing a sock and cardigan respectively. Abigail takes an indulgent drag of the long Marlboro red that she’s been nursing from the corner of her mouth. Smoke blows out her nose as Eddie lights up his second of the last hour.
“Talking about my last run in with Steve. He’s always trying to get me to strip. Guy’s gu-hon for me.”
“Nurse Harrington—with the butt?” Abigail says, throwing down a three of a kind.
“That very one, yeah.” Eddie says, laying down a pair of aces.
Abigail’s eyes go glassy as she considers Eddie’s laid out cards. The radio is playing Good Old Fashion Lover Boy. Eddie drums his fingers to the tune while he waits for her direction.
“Did I tell you about that time I went parasailing with Queen?”
Eddie grins, all teeth and full dimple. He doesn’t mind the abrupt change of conversation. He’s used to it now. Abigail tends to go in and out, but boy oh boy when she’s brought back, she’s clobbering Eddie over the head with juicy little tidbits that never fails to make Eddie feel less like the money-hemorrhaging rockstar he is, and more like a preschool teacher who coupons for sport.
“Not yet, you haven’t Abi.” Eddie says, taking a sip of his watermelon wine cooler.
It’s going to give him a headache later, but it’s not terrible. He nicked it from an intern and bandits can’t be choosers or however the saying goes.
“Mind you, I was much less fragile then.”
“This from the lady who rugby tackled me in therapy yesterday.” Eddie points an accusatory cigarette at her and she slaps it away with the smallest giggle.
“Didn’t say I was broken, eh? These hips got a few years left on them.”
“See, that I believe.” He says, leaning back into his wheel chair. “Bet you taught Shakira all that she knows.”
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Part 5 of Wonderful! Au. *boyband voice* banter’s back alright!
Also on AO3
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Jon: Hello everyone, and welcome back to our regular format. If my husband being horribly soppy-
Martin:-hey!-
Jon: -turned you off the how, this should be a refreshing return to formula, though I can’t guarantee there won’t be further horrible soppiness-
Martin, performatively under his breath: -most people thought it was charming-
Jon: -as that tends to happen when one is recording with the love of their life. If last week’s episode is the only one that you like, too bad, I’m back in full form, and should be at least through the rest of the season.
Martin: This show doesn’t have seasons? Due to the whole lack of a narrative thing?
Jon: I was referring to spring.
Martin: Oh, right.
[A beat passes.]
Martin, flatly: Oh. Great goof hon.
Jon, smug: Thank you.
Jon, sincere: Also, before we get properly started, I did want to actually thank everyone who sent well wishes.
M artin: Yes! We got positively inundated with lovely messages, it definitely brightened both of our days. I would even say it was wonderful.
[Jon groans.]
Jon: I am..not proud of the energy we’ve created for this episode so far, and we haven’t even hit the small wonders. Speaking of, do you have a small wonder this week?
Martin: Mine’s bad action movies.
Jon: Really? I had no idea you even liked them, let alone consider them wonderful.
Martin: Okay, so, saying I like them is a bit of a misnomer? It’s more that I like what they can do more than the movies themselves?
Jon: Elaborate?
Martin: It probably comes as a surprise to no one that I’ve tried my hand at a fair amount of mindfulness and mediation techniques. I’ve found poetry and journaling have been helpful for actually processing life events and whatnot, but when it comes to giving your brain a hard wipe and reset, nothing is half as quick and effective as a shitty shoot-em-up. Somethings about 2 hours of cartoonish, pg-13 violence held together with the absolute loosest of plots brings me to a state of mental blankness that would make a monk jealous.
Jon: How have I never witnessed you doing this? When are you sneaking off to go see Micheal Tarantino or who ever films?
M artin: That’s definitely not the right name.
Jon: Martin, dear, I don’t care. And you’re dodging the question.
Martin, fond: I’m not dodging anything. Since apparently we’re getting into it, you haven’t caught me cavorting with a movie involving more explosions than character development lately because I haven’t been. Haven’t needed it, in recent years. Turns out when you’re not crushingly lonely and working a literal nightmare of job, there’s less of a drive to try and escape your own thoughts. Shocker, I know. Still, to anyone out there that feels like their brain is on fire, go try watching a fast and furious. Any of ‘em, it doesn’t matter. Or even better, Chronicles of Riddick. I can’t remember a single goddamn detail of that movie, which makes it perfect for what I’m talking about.
Jon: I have the strong feeling that th is is a “mileage may vary” scenario.
Martin: Well, yeah, that’s this whole podcast. Plus, I imagine that movies like this would cause more stress to someone who cares about, say, world-building or rules consistency.
Jon: I wonder who you could possibly be referring to.
Martin: It’s a purely hypothetical person, love, don’t worry about it. Any small wonders?
Jon: Yes! Particularly relevant to the last week, my small wonder is stripping the sheets from your bed when it’s been too long between washes.
Martin: How very specific. M ost people would just say ‘clean sheets’.
Jon: Well, for one, I’m fairly certain that we’ve already covered clean sheets-
Martin: Shit, have we? Thank god other people keep track of this, otherwise this show would be unbearably repetitive.
Jon: Christ, yes. I typically check the website a good three times while prepping, and every about one out of those three times I find I’m trying to do an topic we did 30 episodes again. Anyway, um, it’s just nice, I think. When you’ve been too busy or sick or away for awhile, tossing the sheets in the wash makes a room instantly seem nicer. Of all the chores out there, this one, at least for me, has the highest reward to effort ratio.
Martin: Hard agree. Especially when the y have that slight funk of having been around to long, getting rid of that is such a relief. Speaking of, we need to change our sheets soon.
Jon: We can do it after the episode. Who goes first this week?
Martin: Considering last week was only me talking, I’m gonna say it’s you.
Jon: Alright, then. My first thing this week is Martin K. Blackwood.
Martin: Absolutely not!
Jon: Oh, you can do a whole episode on me, but I can’t do one little segment on my husband, whom I love very dearly?
Martin: Not while I’m sat here, no!
Jon: So you’re saying you don’t want me to tell the internet that your resolve to be kind even in the face of indescribable cruelty is one of the mot breathtaking things I’ve ever witnessed, or how I find it incredibly endearing when you get so emotional that your voice comes out as a squeak, or even that, on a more base level, you’re very physically attractive, and I could lose entire days thinking about your arms alone?
Martin, audibly blushing, voice the aforementioned squeak: Oh my god, Jon!
Jon, laughing: Then it’s probably for the best that my actual first thing is best friends.
Martin, peaking the audio levels: Oh you absolute bastard! Do you enjoy this? Do you get some sort of perverse sense of entertainment from riling me up?
Jon: Oh, don’t you start. As if you’re not as bad as I am. Maybe even worse.
Martin: That’s not…
Jon: Yes?
Martin: Okay. Maybe it’s slightly true. Really, what is romance for if not flustering your partner with compliments?
Jon, teasing: I certainly can’t think of anything.
Martin: Hush, you.
Jon: No, I don’t think I will.
Martin: Fine. I suppose you can tell our delightful audience about the power of friendship or whatever.
Jon: I would’ve assumed more enthusiasm, considering this segment is still, indirectly, about you.
Martin: In what way?
Jon: In the way that, to the shock of all, you’re my best friend.
Martin, pleased: Oh, is that what I am?
Jon, exasperated: Yes, dearest husband, I wouldn’t have married you otherwise. Though, upon reflection, I knew you were my best friend before I knew I held romantic feelings for you.
Martin: When was that?
Jon, letting out a breath that vibrates his lips: God it was...2016? I think it might’ve literally been the day after you told me about your CV.
Martin: That early? Huh. I wonder if that’s what people were picking up when they said they we were close.
Jon: What people?
Martin: I don’t know specifically, that’s just what Daisy told me.
Jon: Daisy? When the hell-?
Martin: It...was when she was interrogating me? And, because sometimes I have to be a parody of myself, pretty much my only take away from that interrogation was “people think me and Jon are close”.
Jon: Well then. It’s not like they were wrong.
Martin, smug: No, no they weren’t.
Martin, sincere: And you’re my best friend, too.
Jon: I was certainly hoping that you’re in this relationship for more than my good looks and incredible fortune, both in the monetary and luck sense.
Martin: You say that as if you aren’t good looking, which we all know is patently untrue.
Jon: You’re biased. You’d say I was good looking if I were nothing more than some primordial ooze with thoughts about its station.
Martin: I’m being completely objective. If you were primordial ooze with thoughts above its station, you’d be the cutest ooze of them all. That’s just scientific fact.
Jon: I’m starting to think we might be insufferable.
Martin: Starting to? Might be?
Jon:…
[Jon clears his throat]
Jon: What I find wonderful about the concept of best friends is, to me, they’re the closest thing real life has to soulmates. I don’t personally believe that there’s some..grand mystic force that drives people to be tied together in the manner that narrative typical soulmates are, and if there was I don’t think it would necessarily be the kind of emotional, heartfelt bond one would hope for, but I do believe that there’s individuals that get to know one another, and because of that knowledge, they chose to stick with one another. It doesn’t have to be a romantic, which is why I say best friend rather than specifically ‘spouse’, but I would argue that the basis of a strong romance like you and I have, is very much rooted in that connection. A true best friendship is an equal partnership, and there’s a sense of..matched sensibilities and understanding that can be utterly incandescent when it happens.
I also think that having one or more best friends makes living life on a day to day basis both better and just flat easier. The dark times aren’t as dark, and the bright times shine even more. I know from my own personal experience there are events that I..that I don’t know how I would’ve made it through without you. Hell, last week my..recovery period would’ve taken much longer if you hadn’t been there.
It’s an amazing thing to have someone to share things with, both triumphs and burdens. Um, also, according to Dictionary.com, the term best friends in English has been around since the 1200s. Something about that delights me, like, yes, we’ve had this casual way of referring to a Favorite Person for roughly 800 years. That makes it a hold-out from early Middle English. I dunno, it’s one of those things that make me feel overall very charmed by humanity.
Martin, audibly smiling: No, yeah, hard agree.
Jon: What’s that look for?
Martin: Nothing. Just. I love you a whole lot, you know that?
Jon, voice soft: I may have heard you say that once or twice. Per hour.
Martin: Only that often? I really need to be more diligent about that.
[There’s a bet of silence, presumably where they’re making doe eyes at each other.]
Jon: What’s your first thing?
Martin: Oh, um, right. Rats!
Jon: The expression or the animal?
Martin: Jon, have you ever once heard me say “rats” as an expression? Obviously I’m referring to the animal.
Jon: Ah. Should’ve known, considering that what, a third?, of all your segments have been on animals.
Martin: Yeah? And? You got a problem with critters? With creatures? With lil guys?
Jon, laughing: No, no, it’s very sweet. I’m just surprised you never became a vet.
Martin: Oh believe me, I wanted to. But then I learned that it was not, in fact, a job composed entirely of getting paid to play with other people’s pets.
Jon: You had that job, though, didn’t you? I thought I remembered you mentioning a month long stint at a doggie day care.
Martin, sighing dreamily: Best job I ever had. Too bad that place was shut down after it was revealed to be a money laundering front.
Jon: Good lord.
Jon: Martin did you...did you know it was a money laundering front at the time?
Martin:
Martin: Would it make you feel better if I said no?
Jon: Martin!
Martin: I figured it out like a week in, but, like, who cares? The pay was decent and the floor was super easy to clean, which is very much a plus for even a front of a doggie day care.
Jon: That’s...rather a lot. How about instead of getting into that any further, you tell me about rodents.
Martin: I would love to. But first, we have a shoutout!
Jon: Ooo, a shoutout. Does it specify who should read?
Martin: Let me check. It...does...not…..
...
Jon: Martin?
[A beat.]
Martin: Right! Sorry, um. This week’s shoutout is from Tim, to Danny. It says, “Danny! My favorite person who shares genetic material with me! I wanted to say thank you for your podcast obsession from 4 months ago, and specifically for telling me about these marrieds. They’ve gotten me through many a dull hour at the publishing house. Also, with this shoutout, I’ve officially gotten ahead on the Superior [Last Name Redacted] Brother scoreboard, so suck it. Love you lots, and looking forward to your visit next month, Tim.”
Jon: Oh.
Jon: Um. That’s very..sweet? I think? Mostly?
Martin: Yeah, I’d say so. Uh. We have to take a quick break because, uh, someone is..at our front door! Be back with you all in, from your side of things, just a moment.
#wonderful! au#jonmartin#jon sims#martin blackwood#>:3#shoutouts are their versions of jumbotrons btw
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This is for @duck-ee .
Hi hon how are you? Sorry for the late post but between work amd mental health i just ended the last things i had to add and finally i can post my valentine post for our valentine thing.
I really hope this can be good enough for you, i know it's not romantic at all, but i tried my best to do something good. 🥺
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Waking up and feeling himself hugging someone else wasn't exactly new to sanji, bit in that precise moment he couldn't think of who could be the person beside him in the bed.
For what matters, he couldn't even remeber whos bed he was in, he didn't even know where he was, at this point he couldn't even be sure to know his own name.
What he knew for sure is that he had to wake up and get done to cook basically all day at the baratie, get ready to see the old same faces every single day and, most importantly, get ready to praise all the ladies that came to eat what he personally cooked.
Still he couldn't move, he didn't want to, the idea of opening his eyes and seeing who was laying down with him was something that scared him, he couldn't understand why, but something felt off.
It took him almost twenty minutes to gather enough courage to finally look at the other person in his bed and, when he did, he realized he didn't know who that person was, or wven how they got into his bed, he had no clue on how this had could happened.
After a long examination of the person in his bed, sanji finally realized that was not his bed, and that definitely was not the baratie.
He was pretty sure to be on a ship tho, bit had no idea of where he actually was, or how he happened to be in a completely different ship out of nowhere.
After some time he finally chose to wake the person up, if he couldn't remeber anything the other person could definitely help him, right? Wrong.
The first thing that welcomed him into that chaotic morning was a pretty strong punch on his pretty face, the pain definitely making him stop the panic that was raising since he woke up.
He was too worried with his noise to even realize the other person even said something to him "who the hell are you? Oi!" When he finally connected the dots he finally looked at the person in that bed "me? Who are you! And where are we?".
He really hoped for an answer to those questions, but the expressions on the other person's face said that no, he could not have any answer "where are... i have no idea, why am i not in my room, why am even in this room with someone i don't know?".
Neither of them said something, they just hoped to finally remeber something out of nowhere, but nothing worked.
Sanji finally chose to speak "i am sanji, i'm not here to hurt you, actually i really have np idea on how this happened or where i actually am, i wanted to ask you this, but obviously you know as much as i do".
The other person sighed "i'm Duck, i would love to help you out, but i really have no idea of what's is going on, i just woke up and the next thing i knew i was in the same bed woth another man" this being said Duck covered his body even more with the purple blanket and just then, by looking at that little movement, Sanji realized he has only his boxer on, nothing more, nothing less.
The cook was to embarassed to say anuthing, there was a possibility he did something more than sleeping with a man he knew nothing about, his face suddendly became so red that he almost felt like burning.
"Uhm listen... could you uh, look at the opposite way until i finally put something on? Since this is a room i bet there are some clothes somewhere" this made the cook even more embarassed and he just moved without saying anything, his heart beating too fast even for his standards.
Duck was almost done when they bot heard a scream out of the room, the voice completely unknown to both of them "we should go and see what is going on" Sanji didn't even put clothes on himself, he just followed Duck to try and understand what was going on.
What they were not expecting was all the people outside the door looking at them and, definitely, they did not expected to be on a pirate ship, this being ancored at an island they never seen before.
"Oh you two are finally awake" a woman with black hair and blue eyes said, the attention completely on her right now "let me explain real quick what happened, i bet you have a lot of questions".
It took a lot to finally explain everything in the best way possibile and as soon as both of them got a grip on the situation, they both looked at each other, the embarassment was over the moon in that moment.
A single voice interrupted the moment, it could be thanked if not for what it was being said "ooh so the two of you finally slept together uh?".
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#one piece#one piece headcanons#one piece imagine#one piece x reader#one piece scenario#one piece x you#op x reader#vinsmoke sanji#vinsmoke sanji x reader#vinsmoke sanji headcanons#sanji one piece
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All I can think about is a Reid x male reader where the reader is also a giant sci-fi nerd and they both go on these rants about small facts and interesting theories, etc. And they have dates where they build Lego Death Stars, marathon Star Trek or Star Wars, stargaze, go to cosplay events, etc. Idk.. I just-🥺💓✨💗💞 would you mind writing about it?
I kind of got carried away…….. edited by @mystic-writes
Moodboard by Me
You're buffeted by the people around you, stepping on your cape and knocking into your oversized armour. You feel someone bump into you, and you lose your balance, falling to the floor. You grunt as people don't move away from you, stepping over you to get to where they need to go. Suddenly, people are stepping away, and there's a hand in front of your face. The hand is connected to the Doctor. The Fourth Doctor.
"Are you alright?" he says and it takes you a moment to realize that this isn't actually the Fourth Doctor, since he just spoke in an American accent.
You hold out your hand, letting him pull you up, and you say, "Yeah. Yeah. Fine. I don't think anything's broken."
He nods. "Good. I saw you trip. I wanted to make sure you and your cosplay were okay. I know how important a good cosplay is," he says, and you smile from behind your helmet.
"Thank you. That was very kind of you," you say.
"You should probably take this off though. It's not a great cosplay for the floor," he says and you huff, nodding.
"I was just on my way back to my hotel room," you say. "I have a less bulky cosplay that I'm going to change into."
The Fourth Doctor nods. "That's probably a good idea. What are-"
"Boy Genius!" someone exclaims, running up the two of you. "There you are! You just took off!"
Standing in front of you is a very voluptuous, curvy, busty Eleventh Doctor, complete with a tiny fez and everything. You flush underneath your helmet, glad that no one can see your face underneath it. "Oh!" she exclaims, looking at you. "You're the Sauron that won the cosplay contest!"
You nod, but are jerked back as someone steps on your cape. The Fourth Doctor rushes around and grabs it, before anyone else can step on it.
"Ah, thanks," you say, knowing he can't see your smile.
"Are you here with anyone?" the Fourth Doctor asks.
You shake your head. "No. I came here alone. I should probably get changed…"
"Oh you poor thing!" the Eleventh Doctor exclaims. "Why don't we walk you back to your hotel room, and you can join us!"
"Are-are you sure?" you ask.
"Of course! Come on!" she exclaims, looping her arm in yours and dragging you across the convention floor. The Fourth Doctor jogs up next to you, his arms full of your cape.
You learn that the Eleventh Doctor is Penelope, and the Fourth Doctor is Spencer, and you chat about Lord of the Rings and Doctor Who all the way to your hotel room.
You open the door and step in, fast enough where your cape falls from Spencer's hands, and you unclasp it. It falls to the floor in a heap and you kick it off to the side. You turn back and see the two of them standing at your door. "You can come in. If you want. I'm going to change in the bathroom anyways."
Penelope steps into the room first, before Spencer does, a lot more hesitantly. You take off your helmet and throw it onto the large bed in your room. When you look over at Spencer, he's staring at you, and you have to look away when you feel your cheeks start to tingle.
"Can you, uh, help me? The clasps in the back are hard to reach…" you trail off, taking off your gauntlets and putting them next to your helmet. You feel hands at your back, and see Penelope sitting in the chair in the corner of the room by the windows. You blush deeper when you realize Penelope's smirking at you. You fumble with the front clasps and soon the chest piece falls away from your body in two parts. You put those on the bed as well and slip off your boots, leaving you in a dark grey, light linen, sweaty shirt and your linen pants and greaves. You turn and see Spencer undoing your greaves and they eventually fall to the floor as well. You pick them up and put them on your bed, turning to your two new friends.
"Thanks for that. I really, really appreciate it," you say and Spencer nods, but he's blushing even more than you are, and Penelope grins.
"Of course, hon! Now go get dressed!" she exclaims, and you pick up a bag from your floor and go into your bathroom.
A few minutes later, you step out, in your full, King Aragorn cosplay, complete with the crown and sword and everything. Penelope squeals and Spencer's jaw drops, causing you to blush again.
"Let's go! I want to get to Artist's Alley before it gets too busy!" Penelope exclaims, jumping up and grabbing your hand, pulling you from the room. You manage to grab your keys and wallet before you're dragged out. When you put them in your pocket, you grab Spencer's hand and the two of you are dragged by the busty Eleventh Doctor back into the convention hall.
When you finally arrive at Artist's Alley, Penelope lets go of your hand, but you keep holding onto Spencer's, and he doesn't let go either. You find some prints you like, even one of Aragorn, and another of the Fourth Doctor, smiling as you look at them side by side.
"You know, the Eleventh Doctor isn't a woman," someone says from behind the three of you. You turn around, frowning when you see a tall, blonde man with blue eyes standing there in a Game of Thrones t-shirt and baggy jeans.
You glare at the man. "So?" you ask.
"It's just not accurate is what I'm saying," he says, and you feel Spencer's hand clench in yours. "If you like the show, you should like it for what it is."
You roll your eyes and go to turn away when the man places a hand on your shoulder. You freeze and spin back around, giving your best glare you could possibly give.
"And you! Aragorn and the Doctor would never meet! And they're not gay!" he exclaims.
"You wanna bet?" you ask and you turn and grab Spencer's cheeks and kiss him. You hear Penelope clap and cheer as Spencer opens his mouth, allowing your tongue to explore.
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If He Was Your Fan, Chapter 56: A Perfect Day, Henry POV (A Henry Cavill Fan Fic)
Chapter 56: A Perfect Day (Henry POV)
I open my eyes.
Were we so tired last night? We both fell asleep in each other’s arms, which was nice, but we just fell out. I didn’t think we were that tired but this was the first time we’d really relaxed in some time. There was nothing scheduled in the near future. There were no deadlines. The relief must have taken us down.
My ears hear food cooking and I inhale deeply. I smell steak….steak and eggs! With…uh…biscuits..and coffee? YES!
“Babe?” I call out to her, a question in my voice.
“Hey, hon, it’s ready!”
I roll out of bed and am greeted by Kal, who is being his puppy version of adorable.
“Alright, ol’ boy, you’ll get scraps,” I whisper down to him as he weighs my feet down. He pops up like a daisy and I head to the dining area just as she is coming out of the kitchen. “She’s corrupted you.”
“What?” she asks with a raise of an eyebrow. “Who’s corrupted who?”
“Ah, nothing,” I shrug, seeing breakfast.
“Oh, because I thought you might be talking about how Luna gets smoked salmon for no reason,” she teases. “she’s definitely corrupted you, babe.”
“Wow, love, this is…great,” I smile down at it as she brings juice, coffee and water. “Where’s yours?”
“I’ll get it.”
“I’ll wait.”
Her eyes widen and she goes and gets her plate as well…after cooking her eggs. I was not going to sit and eat without her after she cooked everything. This was something I was going to keep in mind always. She wasn’t a waitress or cook, she was my…going to be…someday would be…had to be…
“Henry?”
“Huh?”
“You alright?”
“Yeah,” I said quickly. “yeah, just…” She sits down next to me, frowning and watching me. “waiting on you, babe.” I look down. “Hold it!”
“What?”
“That is not what is on my plate.”
“Uh, yeah.”
“I want some of that!”
“Oh, you just want it because—”
“You have it? You bet!”
She rolls her eyes, shaking her head and nodding. “Okay, then but you need to share.”
“Deal.”
After we shared our breakfasts, we packed backpacks and drove to Balmoral Estate. As soon as we got out of the truck, she gasped.
“Oh, my God,” she whispers. “is that a—”
“Pyramid?” I finish. “Yes.” I got out of the car and pulled our bags.
“We’re going to hike here?” she asks, eyes wide.
“This is Balmoral Castle—” I pointed off in the distance. “and Estate. There are cairns, pyramid like monuments, all over the property, but Queen Victoria had a pyramid build memory of her husband Prince Albert over a hundred and fifty years ago. Come on.”
I was a bit surprised to find people on the trail, but it is an outdoor activity. We saw many people on the way, and as usual, selfies here and there. The good thing is that the estate is so big, we really can’t be located. It was a bit of a hike, and we shared snacks of cheese and fruit and water on the way, but we made it.
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“This is so…wow.”
“Queen Victoria loved her husband Prince Albert very much, and he became ill,” I told her. “He said as long as his family was well cared for, he could die the next day, but Victoria said if he died, it would kill her, and so he fought the illness to the end. She had this built and grieved for decades after.”
“She loved him like that, so much?” she whispers.
“Yes, he was a part of her, she couldn’t bear the idea of his leaving, even in something as unavoidable as death.” I swallowed hard, looking at her. Who would lightsaber duel with me? Who goes and does ‘her thing’ when I play Warcraft? When would I have ever found out what a blasted Dagwood is? “He died in his forties, relatively young. We saw some of their cairns, or memorials, on the way here.”
“I thought cairns were dogs.”
I chuckled at that. “The breed was known for chasing small quarry between the cairns, they were small and mobile enough to manuver.” I put my arm around her. “Cairn terriers.”
“Oh.”
We walk back to the car together, and we are tiring. Times like these I wish we could go to a restaurant, but I wasn’t ready to risk it.
We managed to get back to the car with minimum fuss and drove back to the cabin.
We decided on pizza. I took care of the crust and she got the ingredients and sauce together. Thin crust meant less time, so I that’s what we did. We ate the first pizza pretty quickly, but the second was a literal pie or stuffed pizza, taking a bit longer so we took Kal and Luna out.
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Night fell quickly and the Northern Lights were out for their show.
“God, people live here,” she breathes, her eyes wide. “people wake up and go to sleep to this.”
“Yeah,” I said softly, hugging her from behind. “Nice retirement, hmm?”
She smiles at the sky and turns in my arms. “Maybe.”
“We’ll raise cairns,” I said teasingly.
“Okay, you can practice Warcraft and be a professional gamer.”
“Who says I’m not that good now?”
“Are you?”
“Okay, okay, a little more practice,” I laugh and turn her so she could look at the sky again, rocking her side to side as if we were dancing. She laughs with me. “but the acting thing, I kinda like it.”
She belly laughs at that, leaning back against me. “Gee, ya think?” She sighs, “I would write my whole life if I could.”
“I get that feeling,” I look at her and kiss her temple, my arms around her, her hands in mine. I watch her lift her ring hand and move it, making the diamond glitter and sparkle under the night sky lights. “Wondering about the ring, are you?”
“A little,” she giggles a bit nervously, looking down at it. “Is it really that old?”
“Yes,” I reply. “Many years ago one of my ancestors was a merchant. He loved someone very much, and she was afraid he would not come home to her, especially since she was a commoner. He had this ring made to let her know that she was his North Star, and no matter where he sailed or ventured, she would always be his way home.” I was nervous. I reach into my pocket, and pull out my family crest, no bigger than the size of a small button. I took her hand, and opened the locket ring. “This fits in here.” I put it in gingerly. “If there is ever any doubt of who loves and protect you, you only need open it.” I close it back turn her to me. She looks up at me as I hold her hand in mine, seemingly speechless.
“Thank you,” she breathes.
“Every knight usually has a lady,” I joke softly, still holding her hand with mine and tilting her chin up with the other. I bend down and brush my lips over hers. “Right?” She nods yes, and I pull her to me for a deeper kiss. She melted against me and we both sighed, tasting each slowly, no rush, the world was moving slower for the moment and so could we.
Suddenly her watch went off.
“Pizza?”
“Yeah,” she exhales. We walk back inside, and the house is filled with the aroma. Even Kal and Luna are sniffing around the kitchen door. I follow her in, and she pulls out a huge pizza pie.
“That’s for today and tomorrow, isn’t it?” I asked with a small laugh.
“Definitely, but we can have salad to go with it,” she says, carefully placing it on the counter. “Needs to cool.”
“Okay—” I pick her up and carry her to the bed. She wraps her arms around my neck and curls closer. I lay her down and crawl between her legs, kissing her as I make my way up. Just as my hips align, and my lips meet hers, she curls her limbs around me and reverses our positions.
“Pinned ya,” she whispers.
I chuckle at that and try to sit up, but she grabs my hands and puts them over my head.
“Pinned ya again,” she rubs my nose with hers.
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Rupert and Sanoh (Lemon)
Rating: Explicit
Relationship: Female Kobold/Male Human, Female Half-Elf/Male Tielfling
Additional Tags: Exophilia, Tiefling, Elf, D&D, Dungeons & Dragons, Kobold, Half-Elf
Content Warning: Sex, Rough Sex, Biting, Marking, Group Sex, Dom/Sub, Breath Play
Words: 3349
A story with DuMont’s friends, Rupert and Sanoh! Rupert and Sanoh are having sexy fun in a bath when Kharis and DuMont enter the room. Not willing to stop, they try to be stealthy. It doesn't work. Please reblog and leave feedback!
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“Why do wererats always have to live in sewers?” Kharis grumped. “Every time we get contracted to kill rodents of any kind, I just know we’re going to have to go somewhere gross.”
Kharis, DuMont, Rupert, Sanoh, and Norman all pulled themselves out of the sewers of one of the larger towns west of the capitol. People had been going missing, and the mayor of the town realized that the rats in town were multiplying at an incredible rate, even with preventative measures. It was a clear indication that wererats were responsible.
“It wasn’t all that bad,” Sanoh said. “The humidity down there was good for my scales. They’re so itchy.”
“It may have been good for your scales, but it definitely wasn’t good for your clothes,” Kharis remarked. “That stink isn’t coming out. You might as well burn that shit.”
“Yeah, that’s true,” Sanoh said with a sigh. Her dancer’s outfit, which she always wore regardless of the situation, was torn and it’s bright red hue was now dark brown. “I really liked this one, too.”
Rupert seemed even more miserable that Kharis. “Can we please find a bathhouse? I haven’t been this filthy in years.”
“You’re one to talk, look at poor DuMont!” Kharis said, pointing at her giant lover. DuMont, the mountain of a tiefling that he was, was splattered head to toe in muck and grime and rat guts. His large church-bell bludgeon that he had slung over his shoulder was absolutely caked in blood and gore. “He’s not even complaining!”
“That’s because he doesn’t know how to complain,” Sanoh said. “He takes the phrase ‘roll with the punches’ far too literally.”
“Is that wrong?” DuMont asked, his cavernously deep voice echoing through the city streets, causing many who weren’t already staring at the group to spin in surprise.
“Of course not, love,” Kharis said, patting his arm as he walked on all fours. “I much prefer silent temperance to someone who does nothing but complain.” She looked pointedly at Rupert.
“Norman complains more than I do!” Rupert retorted.
“I haven’t said a word!” Norman protested. “Don’t pick on me because you’re a whiner.”
“Oh, my god, everyone shut up!” Sanoh said, rubbing her forehead. “There’s a bathhouse one block over, so will you all just please stop bitching.”
“I’m not bitching,” DuMont said in an undertone. “But I am hungry.”
“I’ll order you a rack of lamb and a sack of potatoes when we get to the inn, hon,” Kharis said. “Get cleaned up first. You don’t want to eat when you’re that dirty or you’ll get sick.”
“I’ve never been sick.” DuMont countered.
“Even still, you should be clean…er. And I don’t want you to drop pieces of food in the bath, either. It’ll feel like we’re all sitting in a stew.”
“You weirdos can sit in the stew, I’m getting a private bath,” Norman said.
“Why do you do that?” Rupert asked. “You always get your own instead of bathing with us, even though private baths are so much more expensive. It’s no wonder why you never have any money.”
“I’m not trying to get head by a paid companion in front of you lot,” He said sniffily.
“Suit yourself, but I bet that’d be fun to watch,” Kharis said playfully.
Norman snorted. “You would think that, you pervert.”
“You’ve become so shy since we started traveling, Norman,” Kharis said. “You used to be a nice, relatable pervert, just like the rest of us.”
“Maybe being with you people has made me see the error in my ways,” Norman remarked.
“Pssh, there isn’t anything wrong with being a pervert. Besides, I think DuMont balances me out. He can be such a prude sometimes.”
“I imagine being raised by a priest in a church will have that effect on a person,” Sanoh said.
“You are a pervert, Kharis,” DuMont said, as if in agreement with Norman.
“Does me being a pervert bother you?” Kharis asked him, grinning.
He looked at her and cocked his head as he walked, considering her, looking like a massively oversized dog, as he always did when thinking.
“No,” He said eventually.
“See? He likes it.”
“Now, I didn’t say that,” He said. His face wasn’t built to smile, but Rupert thought he could hear laughter in his voice, and Rupert grinned.
“We would be the ones to pick brazen, sex-crazed women, wouldn’t be, big guy?” Rupert said, smacking DuMont’s broad shoulder in solidarity.
DuMont grunted in a way that could have been mistaken for a chuckle.
DuMont had been very taciturn since they had met him nearly a year ago, but his personality was slowly beginning to emerge as the five of them spent more time together on the road, doing jobs. Rupert was glad he finally felt comfortable enough with the group to try joking with them.
The bathhouse came into view shortly afterward. It catered to adventuring sorts, so it wasn’t necessarily a high-end place, and the five of them tended to frequent it often. The staff there barely batted an eye at DuMont anymore. The laundresses despised the sight of them, however, since they always arrived splattered with all manner of filth, much of which was hard to wash out.
“Hey, can we get the big tub, please?” Sanoh called out as soon as they entered the place. “We’ll pay extra to reserve the whole thing, though I doubt many people will want to come in after us.”
The woman at the front desk curled up her lip at them as they entered, but said, “Yes, of course. You’re usual packages?”
“Yes,” Norman said. “Private room for me, please. Do you have any companions available?”
“Derek is available.”
“Ugh, no, not him. What about Vincent?”
“Vincent is away visiting family. Connor?”
Norman nodded. “Connor will do. Just make sure he brings the right massage oils this time.”
“That costs extra,” The woman reminded him.
“I’m aware,” Normal said, starting toward the private baths.
“I’m beginning to think Norman is too fancy for us,” Sanoh said. “We can’t afford him.” She walked up to the counter. “Do you have any scale oil?”
“We don’t have any specifically for scales, but there are plenty for skin and hair.”
“Hmm…” Sanoh said. “Give me the hair oil, then. It tends to be thicker. What scents have you got?”
Kharis snorted. “Come on, let’s get these clothes off before they stick to us. She may be at this for a while.”
Dumont and Rupert followed her to one of the larger public baths, one with a door, and closed it behind them. Now that they had been together for a long time, they were less shy about bathing together as they had been. Even DuMont had stopped blushing when he saw them all nude in the same bath.
“Kharis, I’m hungry,” DuMont said insistently. The only time DuMont ever seemed to get grumpy was when he needed a meal.
“Let me at least scrub you down once and we’ll go get some food,” She told him, pushing him into the bath still wearing his loincloth. The robes and towels weren’t nearly large enough to cover him, so they just had taken to washing him in the bath, clothes and all. They usually did him first, drained the bath, and refilled it for the rest of them.
Once Rupert helped Kharis give DuMont a once over, getting him clean enough to go into the tavern, they left to get something to eat and Rupert and Sanoh waited for the tub to be refilled. When that was done, the fresh water was nice and hot, and Sanoh arrived with her purchased oils. They both stripped down and got in with a satisfied sigh.
“Oh, gods, this is nice,” Sanoh said.
“Mmm,” Rupert agreed. “I think this is the first time in a month that my shoulders have relaxed.”
“My scales were starting to get so brittle. Will you get my scale brush and scrub the oils into my back? I can feel them flaking.”
“Sure, just a second,” He said, getting out with a splash and grabbing her back. She had a special boars-hair brush she used to clean and sharpen her scales and horns. Her favorite thing in the world was laying out and letting him groom her tiny body all over. It often got her in a frisky mood.
Sure enough, after only scrubbing her back for fifteen minutes, she started to wiggle in his lap, rutting her hips backward into him. He began to harden immediately. Sanoh seemed to revel in getting him aroused in dangerously public places, but it always caused Rupert anxiety.
“What are you doing?” Rupert said. “Kharis and DuMont will be back any minute.”
“Then let’s be quick,” She said, looking back at him over her shoulder.
She lifted up in the water and slowly sank her swollen lips down onto him. He gripped her hips and groaned, his head falling back, trying to keep his voice down. There really was no arguing when she was in a mood like this. He began to thrust up into her, sloshing the water around them.
She laughed breathlessly. “Good boy.” She thrust back into him as he moved inside her. Before long, he picked her up and lay her over the side of the bath, slamming himself into her hard enough to make her thighs ripple. She began to moan loudly.
“Shh!” He hissed. “You’re going to get us thrown out.”
“But it feels so good,” She whimpered. “Norman has sex in the baths all the time, don’t worry about it.”
“Don’t make me gag you,” He said, panting.
“You can try,” She said, laughing, before crying out against the tile. He put his hand over her mouth, but she bit him. He let go, inspecting his hand, and when he found she hadn’t broken the skin, he instead grabbed her throat, squeezing.
“Oh, fuck,” She wheezed, her eyes going glassy. As bossy as she was, she loved it when he was rough and took charge.
“Shut up!” He snarled in her ear. “You started it. Be quiet and take it.”
“I will,” She simpered, and he squeezed harder.
“I said, shut up!” He slammed hard into her, and she squeaked against his grip on her neck, her body trembling in excitement. She came suddenly, gushing down her legs, but he didn’t relent, crushing his body against hers, breathing down her neck and spine, moving at a frenzied pace.
“Fuck, I’m going to cum,” He said through his gritted teeth. “Stand still, don’t fucking move.”
Before he got the chance, however, he heard the far door open and Kharis’s voice drift through.
“Shit!” He exclaimed, pulling out suddenly and ducking under the water to hide himself. His cock was throbbing with the unfulfilled promise of climax, but there was little he could do about it now. He was just going to have to sit there and suffer in silence.
Until Sanoh sat back down onto him, spearing him inside her, her inner walls still quivering from the orgasm.
“Now what are you doing?!” He asked frantically.
“Just act natural,” She replied in an undertone.
“They’re going to know!”
“Not if you don’t make a big deal about it! Lay your head back and pretend you’re sleeping!
“Sanoh!”
“Just do it!”
Rupert lay his head back against the tile on the edge of the bath with Sanoh in his lap just as Kharis and DuMont re-entered the bathing area, stripping down to join them.
“Well, DuMont cleaned out the tavern, so if you want food, you’re going to have to find a vendor somewhere,” Kharis said.
“Not surprising,” Sanoh said, stealthily riding Rupert’s cock under the water, pretending to be washing her arms to cover the movement.
“What’s with him?” Kharis asked, nodding at Rupert.
“He conked out almost immediately after you left. I’m just keeping his lap warm,” She said smoothly.
Kharis snorted and said, “I wish I could fall asleep as easily as he can. DuMont’s like that too,” She reclined on the large red tiefling. “He can fall asleep mid-sentence.”
“A gift and a curse,” Sanoh said in agreement. She squeezed Rupert’s length with her inner muscles, and it took all his effort not to grunt or move. He dug his fingers into the skin of her hips as a warning. Sanoh snorted. She moved under the pretense of adjusting herself and nearly made Rupert jump out of his skin with how deep she’d push him into her. He couldn’t help but make a small sound.
Kharis noticed. “What are you doing?” She asked Sanoh, her eyes narrowing.
“What are you talking about?” Sanoh asked innocently.
Kharis gave Sanoh a sardonic look. “You don’t have to pretend to be asleep anymore, Rupert, I know what’s going on. I’m a pervert, after all.”
Rupert sighed and lifted his head. “The jig is up, I guess. Sanoh, hop off.”
“I didn’t say you had to stop,” Kharis said. “Far be it from me to interrupt your fun.”
“What about DuMont?” Rupert asked skeptically.
“What about him?” Kharis replied, reaching over in the water and placing her hand in DuMont’s lap.
“Wha…” DuMont said, startled. “What are you doing?”
“Having fun,” Kharis said. “Don’t you want to have fun?”
“But…” He looked at Sanoh and Rupert.
“They’re already having fun,” Kharis said. “They started before us.”
“They are?” DuMont asked in surprise, squinting at the pair.
As if to answer, Sanoh let Rupert’s organ fall out of her and spun in Rupert’s lap. Now that she didn’t have to worry about stealthing, she rocked on him and moaned.
“Oh,” DuMont replied, and then sucked in his breath when Kharis squeezed him.
“Are you okay with this, buddy?” Rupert asked over Sanoh’s shoulder, though he was beginning to lose speech. “We’ll stop if you aren’t comfortable with it.”
“Speak for yourself,” Sanoh said with a snort.
“We’ll stop if you aren’t comfortable, DuMont,” Rupert repeated, giving Sanoh a warning look. Sanoh rolled her eyes and shrugged.
“I’m fine, it’s okay,” DuMont replied, playing with Kharis’s hair and she fondled him under the water.
“See? He’s fine, don’t be such a baby,” Sanoh said, pushing him into her deeper. He grunted and stopped speaking.
Kharis held her breath and ducked her head under water, and DuMont tensed and groaned, his hands balling into fists on the side of the tub. From then on, there was little talk, just moans, grunts, groans, and breathy whimpering.
Kharis came up and went to the edge of the bath, bending over and presenting her rear. DuMont followed her and knelt down, pressing his cock into her and thrusting in hard, pushing her forward and down onto the tile. She laughed breathlessly.
“That looks like fun,” Sanoh said, going over to bend over next to Kharis, wiggling her butt at Rupert and moving her tail out of the way, so he could see her dripping between her legs. Rupert followed DuMont and rammed back into her, thrusting fast and hard.
“Wanna see something really fun?” Sanoh said to Kharis. Kharis nodded, and Sanoh leaned over and kissed her on the mouth.
The reaction was instantaneous. Rupert grabbed Sanoh by the throat again and pulled her up against his body.
“What do you think you’re doing?” He asked, his voice hard and angry. He sped up, fucking her roughly as he held her in place. “You belong to me. Don’t you dare do that again without my permission.”
Sanoh’s face went slack and she nodded, whimpering, completely at his mercy.
DuMont’s reaction was also immediate. He grabbed Kharis up and vaulted out of the bath, throwing her to the floor. He pinned down her arms and legs and put his face inches from hers. He didn’t say anything, but a low, guttural snarl issued from his throat, his brows furrowed as he stared at her with the intensity of a predator looking at prey.
“What’s the matter, big guy?” She said with a grin. “Are you jealous?”
“Mine,” He growled lowly, almost indistinguishable from the threatening, thunderous rumble of his voice.
“Prove it,” She challenged.
He opened his mouth and sank his front canine teeth into her shoulder, drawing blood. He thrust himself back into her without letting go, his jaws locked, and he lifted her off the ground and just railed her.
There was no hope of keeping their voices down now. If they got kicked out, they got kicked out. Sanoh and Kharis screamed, shouted, howled, and swore in pleasure as their lovers used their bodies to climax.
At some point, there was a knock on the door.
“Is everything okay?”
“Go away!” Sanoh and Kharis shouted in unison.
Kharis and Sanoh came several times before the boys were done with them. While Kharis had as much stamina as DuMont did and was just as active, at some point Sanoh’s legs gave out and she simply lay there on the floor in a perpetual orgasm trance as Rupert pumped her full of his warmth and kept going like a machine, finally collapsing on top of her, breathing as if he’d run five miles in a minute.
DuMont was the last to reach his peak, gushing into Kharis, his seed pooching her stomach and dripping out of her, down his legs, and splattering onto the floor. For a solid minute, the room was quiet, safe for a lot of heavy breathing.
Finally, as they all caught their breath, the re-entered the bath to wash each other.
“Kharis, you’re bleeding,” Sanoh said, pointing. There was a very large bite in her shoulder, and it was rather deep.
“Oh,” DuMont said, flustered by worry. “I… I’m so sorry.”
“It’s okay, big guy,” She reassured him. “I wanted you to do it. It’s proof.”
“Proof?” He echoed, his brow furrowed.
“That I belong to you,” She said simply. “Help me wash it.”
As rough as DuMont had been, his gentleness in tending the wound was a mirror opposite. Rupert and Sanoh sat cuddled together and watched fondly as DuMont lovingly treated and bandaged Kharis’s shoulder.
“Don’t worry, DuMont,” Rupert said. “Sanoh marked me, too.” He turned and showed DuMont a bite on his left shoulder blade. “And Sanoh’s bites can be venomous. I was sick for a week.”
“I said I was sorry,” She said reproachfully. “It was the heat of the moment, I couldn’t help it.”
“Yeah, yeah,” He said, hugging her in close and kissing her forehead.
“Does it hurt?” DuMont asked Kharis.
“Not really,” She said. “I’m sure it will tomorrow when the sex high has worn off, but I feel great right now. And it’ll scar up nicely, I think.”
“I’m sorry!” DuMont said, hiding his face.
“Honey, it’s okay!” She said, pulling his hands down. “I like it! It lets everyone who sees it know that I’m yours. Don’t you want people to know that you and I are in love?”
“Well… yes…” He said, frowning.
“There, see? It’s all fine.” She went up and hugged his neck. “Don’t fuss so much. I’m fine.”
He pulled her back and fixed her with a glare. “No kissing other people.”
She grinned at him. “I won’t, I promise. It was just an experiment.” She winked at Sanoh, who stuck her tongue between her teeth as she smirked. “And I’d say it was successful.”
DuMont grumbled. “I didn’t like it.”
She patted his face and kissed his exposed jaw. “I won’t do it again.”
“Okay,” He said, seemingly satisfied, and he pulled her into an embrace, careful of her shoulder.
The wound healed up really quickly, and Kharis took to wearing asymmetrical shirts, so that she could show it off. Most assumed that it was a grievous injury from a wild beast, and Kharis would laugh and say that was partly right.
Sanoh and Rupert didn’t engage in sex around the two of them again, but it was definitely something they kept in the back of their mind. For a rainy day, maybe.
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“I’m okay now” with saimomoharu? this ship is on my head like, alot these days and i just want to see more fanfics about them
My dumbass had to Google it to double check who it is and boy howdy was I relieved to see it’s Training Trio! My absolute favorite! /gen 😌
Non-Despair AU where they’re all young adults settling into careers! I’ve had a HC for a while where Shuichi & Maki would be Private Investigators together while Kaito is some sort of aerospace engineer.
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Maki and Shuichi were leaning over a table in their office, sorting through photos and files.
Since they’ve opened their own Private Investigators Service together, they’ve been able to keep themselves occupied with work.
Maki picked up a file from the table and asked “Shuichi, did you get the autopsy report?”
“The medical examiner hasn’t finished yet; why?”
“It looks like the stab wound isn’t that deep,” Maki squinted, bringing the photo closer to her face, “I don’t think that’s what killed him. At this angle, you’d need to really dig in to kill someone. There aren’t any vital organs around this area of the body, and it seems unlikely he died from blood loss. I think something else killed him that we can’t see.”
Shuichi looked up and smiled at her. “What would I do without you, Maki?”
“You wouldn’t be nearly as competent as you appear to be,” Maki’s facial expressions barely change, but Shuichi can detect the slightest movements from her and knows when she’s teasing.
He crossed over and wrapped his arms around her waist, “I couldn’t have asked for a better partner—“
They stopped what they were doing when they heard the humming of their garage door opening. “Speaking of partners,” Shuichi said, quickly kissing Maki’s cheek before heading back to where he was working
“Did he text you? I didn’t know he was coming home late,” Maki said
Shuichi took his phone out of his pocket, “Uh, no, I haven’t heard from Kaito since he left for work this morning.”
They got quiet and listened to the house. Their tumbler opened— the door was unlocked— and some plastic bags rustled as they hit the floor. There was an alarming THUD followed by a grunt, and Shuichi and Maki looked at each other in concern and horror.
They briskly left their office and headed downstairs together, afraid of what they might see.
“Kaito?” Maki called out
He swore under his breath, unaware his partners definitely heard him, and replied back, “I just lost my footing coming in; I’m alright!”
Once Shuichi and Maki reached the first floor, they turned the corner and saw Kaito on his hands and knees, grocery bags strewn about, struggling to pick himself back up. “Kaito, are you okay?” Shuichi got down on the floor to his level, trying to steady him
“Tell us what happened. Now.” Maki demanded, taking a hold under one of his arms
“I swear, I’m okay now; let me just get up— fuck—“ as Kaito quickly lifted his head with his eyes shut tight, he practically collapsed further onto the floor.
Shuichi and Maki shared another look. “Stay with him,” Shuichi took charge, “I’m going to get some water and something for him to eat.”
“Shuichi, please, I’m alright—“ Shuichi clearly wasn’t listening; he was already heading toward the kitchen
“No, you’re not. Stop lying to us,” Maki insisted, “You need to tell us how you got here.”
Kaito sighed before giving in and speaking up, “I was fine at work, so I went to run errands afterward, and I guess I started feeling shaky in the checkout line and on the drive home my breathing was shallow—“
“Did you take your meds today?” Maki asked
“I’m back,” Shuichi’s voice rang out from around the hall as he quickly approached with a glass of water and a bowl of dry cereal
Shuichi knelt down to Kaito to hand him the rations. “Thanks, baby,” Kaito muttered before taking a drink
“You didn’t answer me,” Maki said
“Hm?” Shuichi piped in, having missed the question
“I think he hasn’t taken his meds today.”
“Kaito?” Shuichi gently asked, making Kaito’s already frail body twinge with guilt, “Is that true?”
He sighed again, feeling shameful, “It’s uh... half the truth.”
“What does that mean?” Maki was not tolerating this.
“You’re going to be angry—“
“I’m already kind of angry, to be honest,” Maki’s face changed ever-so-slightly once again. She’s trying to keep things a bit more lighthearted, just so a screaming match doesn’t break out. They’ve never truly screamed at each other before, but Maki has had to learn to control her temper a bit.
“I haven’t been taking them for about a week now—“
“WHAT?!” Shuichi and Maki cried in unison
“I just felt like I haven’t needed them? I’ve been feeling stronger and I had to see if I could live without them—“
“You’ve been feeling stronger BECAUSE of the meds, Kaito!” Maki and Kaito were both shocked with Shuichi’s sudden outburst, “You know what happens when I don’t take my anti-depressants because I feel like I’m fine? I get depressed again! That’s how medication fucking works!”
“Shuichi, I—“ Kaito began, but Shuichi was up on his feet again, storming back to the kitchen, “Dammit.”
“He’s right, Kaito,” Maki said, rubbing a hand on his back, “He’s only angry because he cares. We both do. You need those prescriptions to function.”
“I know. It was stupid of me; I just... I hate that I’m like... broken. Like I need to ingest something in order to live and it’s held me back from my dreams and—“
Shuichi was back, holding three bottles of pills. “Hon, medication doesn’t make you any less of a person,” he sighed, sitting down on the floor in front of Kaito and opening the bottles, “Practically everyone takes something every day. I bet you could ask your coworkers and everyone would at least say they take a vitamin supplement or something.”
“You think I take birth control just because?” Maki chimed in, “No, it’s so I don’t miss out on work and life for three days every month because I’m in unbearable pain.”
Kaito slowly picked his head up, feeling less heavy after drinking some water, but still not doing amazing. “I get it,” he said with watery eyes
Shuichi scooted over and wrapped his arms around him, leaning his head into Kaito’s shoulder. “We love you, okay?”
“Yeah. I love you both, too.”
Maki held on to Kaito’s arm again and quickly kissed his shoulder, “We don’t want you dying on us just yet, got it?”
Kaito chuckled, “Ten four; got it.”
“Rest tonight, please?” Shuichi said, “And I think you should stay home tomorrow so your body can recover.”
“I have the day off anyway—“
“Perfect. We’ll take the day off, too,” Maki added
Shuichi reached for the pill bottles and took out the appropriate doses from each container, and offered the tablets to Kaito.
He shut his eyes and smiled, taking the medication from Shuichi’s hand.
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M&Money (Matthew Gray Gubler/Reader)
Prompt: Chocolate is a currency
Pairing: Matthew Gray Gubler/ Reader
Summary: After all their friends are gone, Matthew and Reader stayed playing poker and betting all their chocolates on longboards and kimonos.
Category: Fluff
Warnings: Bad poker references and mentions of sex.
Word count: 2,1k
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(Y/N) stared into Gubler’s eyes trying not to move a muscle. Her look was fixated on his, as the two of them tried to read each other. Matthew raised an eyebrow slowly and she did exactly the same, resting her back on the chair and letting out a deep breath.
- “You are bluffing”- Gubler claimed, with a cocky smile.
- “Am I? really?”- (Y/N)’s lips curled in a small ironic smile, and her eyes traveled from him to the cards she was holding in her hand.
- “You are so obvious, Bunny, you don’t have a poker face”
- “Gub, you do know you only play a profiler on a tv show, right? you are not one in real life”- his girlfriend teased him, enjoying the moment of “tension” between them.
It was Saturday night and all their friends had already left, after yet another poker night. More than playing cards and betting, it was about getting together and laugh, having a few drinks, and just make fun of each other’s lousy bluffs.
By the end of the night, almost everybody but Gubler had lost all their M&M’s. And of course, the actor kept obnoxiously repeating “you shouldn’t play poker with someone from Vegas”, just like every time he won.
Gubler usually won, and (Y/N) had enough of that nonsense. She was the only one left with enough M&M’s to keep on playing, and after everyone left, she decided to make Gubler pay.
Yes, they were gambling M&M’s, ‘cos at the Gubler house the currency happens to be chocolate every poker night.
- “Actually, after you master the fundamentals of poker, all there is to learn is the psychology behind poker bluffs, and my love, you are absolutely see-through”
Matthew shook his head and smiled at (Y/N).
- “You should never play poker with someone from Vegas, Bunny”
(Y/N) rolled her eyes, annoyed.
- “Again with the same cheesy line, Gubs?”
- “I’m sorry, babe! you have a tell”- Matthew snickered watching how his girlfriend was starting to get upset.
- “Oh, do I?”
- “Yes”- Gubler played with the cards in between his fingers, enjoying (Y/N)’s eyes burning with anger. He was successfully getting under her skin.
- “Which is…?”- she questioned him immediately and took a sip of her whiskey.
- “I won’t tell you!”
- “Why not?!”
- “‘Cos there’s no fun if I do!”- he smiled again and left his cards on the table- “So? do you fold?”
- “I raise”- the girl counted her chocolates and moved all her yellow M&M’s to the pile right in the middle of the table.
- “Oh! I see!”- Gubler was enjoying being a cocky ass- “So you really wanna lose everything you’ve got”
- “Less talking, more betting, Matthew Gray”- (Y/N) furrowed her brows, giving her boyfriend an annoyed glance that made him chuckle.
- “Why are you so eager to lose?”
- “Why are you so sure you are gonna win?”
- “Oh trust me, Bunny, you are going down”
- “Wanna bet?”
- “We are betting”- Gubler snorted pointing to all the M&M’s on the table- “And by the way, here’s your 35 yellows and I raise… everything I’ve got”
The actor piled all his chocolates in the middle of the table and smiled. (Y/N) didn’t know if she wanted to kiss him or slap him… most likely, it was both.
- “All in?”- she asked and bit her lip. The couple didn’t say a word for a few seconds. They just stared at each other, waiting for the first one to crack.
This time, it was (Y/N). She just nodded and pushed all her M&M’s across the table in silence.
- “Ok, Bunny, show me what you’ve got”
- “Nope, first, let’s make it interesting”- the way she smiled, Gubler couldn’t tell if she was bluffing or not. So far, he was sure the girl had nothing, but if she kept teasing him like that, maybe she had a good hand.
(Y/N) didn’t know if Matthew had a good hand or not, she just loved to play with him. And most of all, she loved to win, and she wanted to win so badly, she was going all in.
- “Interesting how, Bunny?”- his voice was velvety and it made (Y/N) bit her lower lip as he spoke.
- “I raise, and bet… my new longboard”- Gubler stared at her still. Neither of them moved, trying to see each other’s tell. (Y/N) smiled, finally she was making him doubt his hand.
- “So you got bored of riding it? ‘cos when it’s mine, you are never going to get it back”- Matthew sipped his whisky and smiled.
- “Are you gonna raise?”
- “Yes, I bet the hidden screws…”- but (Y/N) chuckled and shook her head as soon as he started talking.
- “Gubs, the “one day I’m gonna give these to a special girl” screws have been in my drawer for the last two years, so stop using them as an extraordinary item and give me something impressive.”
Matthew opened his mouth to argue, but he knew she was right, so he just smiled. His pretty chocolate eyes shining in joy.
For someone who enjoyed hanging out with his friends all the time, he was glad everybody had left early. He loved that moment with his girlfriend. After all those years, he could tell he could never be bored with her, even when they were betting M&Ms or just laying on the couch watching movies.
His mother had told him once that’s when you know you find the one. And he hadn’t stopped thinking about it ever since.
- “My favorite kimono”- Matthew settled, and didn’t even flinch. (Y/N) held her breath. He wasn’t bluffing if that was what he was willing to risk, right? Two important things were on the table at that minute, and it was time to show their cards.
- “Ok”- the girl whispered and nodded. Gubler smiled and waited still.
- “You first, Bunny”- the way he whispered those words made (Y/N) feel she might have been wrong. She didn’t know if he was bluffing, but she kept her hopes high.
Matthew kept a big grin on his face as (Y/N) moved slowly revealing her hand.
- “Four of a kind”- the girl announced proudly. But Gubler didn’t even react. He didn’t frown, he didn’t smile. He didn’t even look at the cards. He just stared at her.
- “What do you’ve got, hon?”- and still, Gubler didn’t move- “Come on! don’t be a shitty winner, show me your hand”- Matthew chuckled and moved slowly. Painfully slowly.
- “Shit”- she whispered as she saw the cards on the table.
- “Just a shitty flush!”- he groaned and let his body lay on the table, pretending to be deeply affected, as (Y/N) jumped from her chair and shouted.
- “Loser!!! I won!! I fucking won!! I need to take a picture of this! I gotta send this to Paget! she ain’t gonna believe it! I win! you lose!!”
Yes, she wasn’t the best winner but, who is, really?
- “Enjoy your moment, Bunny”- Gubler mumbled still pretending to be upset, and made his best not to smile.
- “I want my kimono”- the actor gave her a mock groan and stood up.
- “Can you just take the M&M’s and be happy?”
- “Nop, I want my kimono”
- “I’ll trade it for…”
- “Nope, my kimono, Gubler”
- “Nobody likes a bad winner”
- “Nobody likes a loser”- her snarky words were reciprocated with an annoyed stare, that made (Y/N) laugh even more. She grabbed her phone and snapped a few more pictures with Gubler like that to have a memory of her glorious moment.
Winning to Gubler in poker was actually something to be proud of, even if it had been by random luck.
Matthew walked slowly to his kimono closet, followed closely by (Y/N), who kept jumping and giggling, still excited with her achievement.
- “Please, be careful”- he whispered as he stared inside the closet and picked his favorite. He touched the fabric carefully, letting his finger play with the silk for a few seconds.
- “Stop groping my kimono, perv!”- (Y/N) forced him to move from the closet and held the item closely.
- “It’s mine now! mine! mine! mine!”- Gubler held his breath and tried to remain serious, though it was turning to be harder if (Y/N) kept acting like a kid.
- “I don’t think it fits you”- he teased, and (Y/N) gasped immediately- “It’s too big for you, maybe I should have it back, yes, I will have it back, ‘cos you are not even going to wear it after all.”
- “No no, no, Gubs, it’s a poker bet! this kimono is mine”
- “Prove it!”- he demanded and (Y/N) stared at him blankly- “If it’s yours… prove it”
- “Why?”- she giggled and bit her tongue.
It wasn’t poker, but (Y/N) knew Matthew’s tell when it came to sex. The way he was looking at her, how he moved one step closer, almost touching her. How carefully he licked his lips. He was crystal clear.
- “Why what?”
- “Why should I wear it? it’s mine, I can do whatever I want with it”- the girl grinned and giggled, watching how Matthew started flustering in front of her.
- “I could simply just let it hang in my closet forever, and it would be ok, ‘cos it’s mine now, I don’t have to wear it, I don’t have to prove you anything…”
Teasing him was so fun, and he never let her have that much control either. It was weird, and it was tempting. (Y/N) was definitely enjoying it.
A few seconds later, she turned around and started walking upstairs, knowing no matter how badly Matthew would fight it, he would follow her to their room.
- “But why would you want to do that with this fantastic kimono? Did you feel it? It’s the softest thing on earth, here, (Y/N), feel it”- the girl chortled as her boyfriend wrapped his arms around her and forced her to stop. They stayed in the middle of the stairs, Gubler locking his arms around her, his eyes clearly undressing her without saying a word.
- “Yes, hon, it’s soft”- (Y/N) whispered, and tried to look away for a second. Matthew’s eyes were too intense on hers. She could feel how he pressed his already hard cock against her, like a warning. A warning of what was coming, a sign of what she was accomplishing.
- “I bet you have never felt anything as soft as this kimono against your skin”- the words sent shivers down her spine, as Gubler’s voice on her neck was low and velvety.
- “Last time you bet me something, you lost”- she moved again from him and continued walking upstairs- “So I don’t think you should play those games with me”
- “Not funny”
He followed her to their room and laid on the bed. (Y/N) walked around the room holding and looking carefully at every inch of her prize. Gubler stared in silence for a few seconds, and then, he continued.
- “It’s the softest thing on earth, you should wear it”
- “Mmm, I’m not sure”- all that teasing was funny, but Matthew was feeling already a little frustrated.
- “Come on”
- “I don’t feel like it”
- “(Y/N), please”
- “Why?”
- “You just won the kimono”- he stood up and walked to her
- “So?”
- “So? you should be enjoying the softness against your skin”- and that was all (Y/N) could take, ‘cos as soon as she heard those last words, she started laughing. Gubler was a little confused.
- “What? what did I say?”
- “Why don’t you just stop the bullshit and admit you gave me the kimono ‘cos you’ve got a weird kimono thing”
- “What?!”- he was busted
- “Just say you wanna fuck me senselessly while I wear this kimono and I’ll put it on”
- “I don’t know what are you talking about”- Gubler trying to look innocent under those circumstances was impossible. He knew it, (Y/N) knew it, anyone who could take a look at how painfully tight his pants were at that moment, would know it.
- “Really?”- he nodded, in one last effort to look innocent- “Oh, sorry, I totally misunderstood this conversation then, I’m gonna hang this kimono in the very back of my closet and I’ll never wear it then.”
Gubler sighed, defeated for the second time that night. He wrapped his arms around her waist and rubbed every word he spoke against her lips slowly.
- “I want you to put on that kimono so I can fuck you senselessly against the wall”
The girl let out a sigh of satisfaction and took off her shirt immediately.
- “You command and I obey, daddy.”
- “But I’m gonna need that kimono back”
- “Don’t push it, Gub”.
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Your destiny is written from the day you’re born. Part 3
Part 1, Part 2, Part 4
Rated M
Warning: non-con sex, oral, violence, abuse.
This is based off The Devil All the Time. Specifically Lee Bodecker. Ideas be taken from the original story of course.
Note: First time writing. Please give feedback. I don’t mind constructive criticism. Hope you enjoy.
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It’s my wedding day and I still don’t feet like ‘myself’. I feel like a withering leaf in fall on it’s last leg before it completely disappears. Not knowing where I truly stand I felt like I’m trapped, my heart palpating so much it hurts. All the days prior to this day I was unable to sleep, the consistent worrying in my head never faded away. As if my heart and brain knew something that I couldn’t fully comprehend yet. I’m left to fully rely on him not having any income of my own any longer since I was expected to quit work, due to the fact that the sheriffs wide would not be able to work or else people will start talking. Also taking in mind that people started talking, which got me to worry more. Rumors. As my mom put it. But don’t rumors have to stem off of some truth first?Though what I was able to comprehend from everything up until now was how much I hated myself. How big of an idiot I am. How I’m so weak to the point that I can even allow myself to be in every situation that I’ve ever been in. Staring straight at my reflection with the wedding gown he chose for me. Simple, just like me. I can care less about what I’m wearing and instead just truly want this horrendous day over. I can care less about what I’m wearing and instead just want the day over. My room door opens, my youngest brother Sam (who is still older than myself) walks in.
“Psst. Mrs. Bodecker.” With a grin smothered on his face. Seeing my reflection on the mirror he asks “you okay?”
“What am I doing?” Holding my tears back, though its hard my shell breaking.
“Well if you were to ask me I would say throwing yourself in fire. But it’s too late for that now, aint it?” He stops to grab both my hands in his own. “don’t worry y/n everything outta be alright. Before you even know it you’ll be much happier there than here with us. I should be getting down, and you should come soon too. You know how Pa and the others get when it comes to waiting.”
He leaves and I begin crying staring at my reflection. Have I truly thrown myself in flames? I wish I had a loving Pa who would save me from everything and everyone. Who would put me first before anyone else. Saying something along the lines of “Your happiness is what’s most important”. Maybe then I would’ve never been in this situation.
I make my way down. I see Lee standing looking up at me as I walk down. This ain’t the traditional way. But I guess that goes with everything. If I wasn’t the one getting married to him I would think he looks handsome today. They all get ready to head out.
I can’t do this. “I can’t do this.”
My faces back to look at me, her eyes wide open. “Y/n?”
“Mom. I can’t do this. I can’t follow through this marriage.”
“Y/n.” She repeats herself more sternly this time.
Lee scoffs. Frowning but at the same time he seems like he is holding in his laughter. Laughter?
“Y/n, what do you mean I can’t get married?” He asks calmly. His head slightly moving side to side.
“I’m so sorry Lee. I just can’t.” I hold onto my dress running up the stairs, footsteps following behind me. My brothers voice speaking from a distance. He must be speaking to Lee. Before I can make it back to my room my Ma catches up to me yanking my arm, to stop me and get my attention.
“I had dreams for myself too. A dream where we both could’ve been happy. Where we both could’ve been. Not living with Pa and getting beat just because he felt like it - jjust because he was too drunk and he couldn’t think straight! Not a dream where I would marry I man I didn’t even know. Ma, please don’t make me do this. Ma, I beg of you.” I’m at her feet at this point my legs not being able to hold me straight up any longer. Swaying back and forth. Have I lost it?
She kneels down to look me in the face “It’s too late for that now y/n. Give me a chance, just this once? Lee’s a good man. He’ll take care of ya and your future kids. He got voted Sheriff honey now that ain’t so easy. You wont have to worry about nothing, he’ll be the man you deserve. Holding my hands. Compassion. I don’t have much of a choice do I. If I don’t get married Dad’ll beat me to death. Collecting myself I soon head down.
Lee, sitting down on the beat up sofa. I make my way to him. Mom and Sam leaving us alone. He doesn’t look up at me, his head still in his hands. I don’t blame him. I can’t. To be in his shoes, I can’t even imagine. “Lee.”
“Are you alright?” He asks with what seems like genuine concern in his voice.
I nod. “Cold feet as ladies say it. I’m sorry.”
He nods. Putting his hand out forth for me to hold.
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The ceremony at the Church happens so fast and before I even notice we are having our celebration in the backyard that all the folks have it during summer, accept for us it’s in fall.
We sit at the table where the couples tend to sit and people coming forth to congratulate us. I drink for the first time to help ease myself, as I have heard it helps. Luckily Lee was answering all their warm wishes and questions if any. All I’m focusing on is keeping all the warmth I have with this little cropped fur coat. Paying attention to people chattering and drinking away. Harold? What is he doing here? I look to find mom in the crowd. Her eyes already looking at me sternly. What am I supposed to do? The weather gets colder and somehow, I start sweating.
“Congratulations on your marriage.” He says staring only at me, causing me to instinctively look at Lee whom is staring at me and him. “I really didn’t expect ya to get married y/n, especially to someone so old compared to ya self. But I guess it’s expected I mean ya Pa ain’t the nicest.” Harold says all the while grinning. I can feel Lee gripping onto my wrist. Tightly.
“Who the fuck do you think you are coming to my wedding and spewing all this shit to me. Boy.” Lee standing up so quickly from his seat the chair topples away. I grab onto Lee, holding him back so he doesn’t fight with Harold. Harold laughs which causes Lee to punch him square to his jaw. And before I even can do anything else a full fight breaks between the two and I just stand there watching as I cry inside.
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Harold was left bloody. And Lee and I head home. My new ‘home’. Lee slams the door after himself. Fisting my hands so tightly I think my nails are breaking the skin on my palms. Defensive. I feel the need to be defensive.
“Who are you Lee? Are you someone who just thinks out of anger and isn’t able to talk to resolve conflict? Or are you the person that the town loves so much.” The alcohol is truly hitting me hard.
“Forget about be. Who the fuck are you?” He says moderately loud “Start fucking talking or I bet ya it ain’t gonna be good for ya Hon.” I can’t reply it’s like my tongue is cut off. “Who the fuck was that kid?”
Swallowing. “I don’t have to answer you. I – I ain’t your property.” I turn heading to any room with a door at this point.
BANG. He slams his hand against the wall. “DO NOT! Do not walk away from me when I ask you a question.”
I bawling at this point, not turning around to look him. “Mmaybe we aren’t mean’t to be L-lee. Why didn’t you just marry some other girl from this town.”
And before he says anything else I open the first door my eyes hold onto and shut it after myself. Sitting down on the bed I cry. Noticing soon enough that it must be his room. The door opens, Lee walking in to sit beside me.
I get up facing what would be the window, but is covered due to the blinds “Ccould you just give me sometime alone? Ple” his right hand grabs me from my jaw to make me look straight at him.
“I’ll do whatever the fuck I please.” He spits out. Grabbing my fur coat and rips is off my body, turning me around so he can unlace my dress. He pushes me face forward to the mattress, I begin crying to scared to move. I here rustling behind me. Him behind me soon, smelling me. “We could’ve had it so nice but you really wanted to be a bitch. I really did want to take it nice and slow but you really lost that chance and instead I think it’s time for a lesson.”
And it all happens in a blink of an eye. Him putting his manhood in me. I grunt due to the foreign feeling in me. Is it suppose to hurt? “Oh hon, is it your first time he says while staring in between my legs.” I nod, my hands go up covering my face. “Honey, why didn’t you tell me? Is that why you were acting up? Cause you were scared?” He laughs, and stops his rhythm to move my hands away from my face. Kissing me. His hand exploring around my body, kneeding my breats slowly and softly. My hands instinctively go to his own, he grabs onto mine. Putting it on either side of my head, slowly moving his body again. In between my legs begin to feel hotter, wetter. Pain and pleasure mixing together. Clenching an unknown feeling washing over me, he soon whines? Breathing gets harder and sharper and soon stills. I stay still as he gets up to turn the lights off. Pulling the covers over the both of us, his left arm thrown over my body. Eventually drifting to sleep through silent crys.
#The Devil All The Time#lee bodecker#lee bodecker x reader#dark!lee bodecker#tdatt#tdatt fic#tdatt x reader#Dark Fic
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Please could you write a Chenford prompt with this: “Who were you with?”. Thank you! 💖
Thank you for the prompt hon! I hope this does what you requested some justice! It almost stumped me, but then I had an idea about the future and well lord knows my muse had enough fun with it then. ;) Enjoy!
Captain Tim and Lieutenant Lucy Bradford had both turned in for the night, laying in their king-sized bed, talking off and on about things they had heard throughout the day at the department as Tim read the book in his hand, Lucy reading something on her phone.
“He’s going to be late.” She mumbled, noticing the time.
Tim never looked up, turning the page in his book. “He won’t be late.”
“Admit it, he’s going to be late and you can finally pay up.”
Tim looked over at the clock on the nightstand. “He’ll cut it close but he won’t be late, he’s never been late a day in his life.”
“No, because he’s your son. But you may as well pay up now Bradford, he has less than two minutes.”
“Only when he walks through the door at 23:01 Bradford, will you be getting any form of payment.”
The clock hit 10:59 and Lucy began counting down the seconds in her head, making it to twenty-three seconds left when the sound of a thud, something heavy hitting the ground echoed through the house.
They both jolted, Tim’s right hand and Lucy’s left reaching for their guns in the nightstands before thinking better of it.
Heavy footsteps sounded as the person climbed the stairs, stepping on the eighth step, the wood creaking under the pressure as it always had over the past twenty years.
“You ok?” Lucy asked, arching an eyebrow as the person walked into their room. “Just learning to walk?”
“I’m fine, tripped over my feet.” He said, carefully falling onto his stomach on the bed, burying his face into the comforter.
“Did you lock up?”
He sighed, rolling his eyes as he lifted his head. “Yes dad.”
“Did you turn off the lights?”
“I think?” he said after a second “I’ll check before I head to bed.”
Lucy wrinkled her nose as a smell assaulted her senses, “Larson Wade Bradford. Did you not shower after the game?”
“Yeah.”
“Did you use soap? Because you smell like a locker room.”
“Yes mom. You can smell test me if you want.” The teen said as he stuck an arm out.
“I’d prefer not to.” She told him, pressing his arm back down. “Just shower again before bed.”
“You done good tonight. That hit in the third looked brutal, you feeling ok?” Tim asked, placing his book to the side, taking off his reading glasses.
“Conners checked me out and said I was good to go but I swear that linesman hit me right in the lung, knocked the breath out of me. I’m sore, and my head hurts a little.” He shrugged.
“Let me see.” Tim said as he got up from the bed, moving next to his son.
Larson lifted his shirt, the left side of his skin black and blue as Tim began pressing on his side, Larson wincing when it became painful.
“Shit!” he cursed before gritting his teeth.
“Nothing’s broken.”
Lucy cringed at the sight of his marred skin as she got out of the bed, moving to the bathroom, searching the drawers for what she was looking for. She came back, two small white bottles in hand.
“Here, take these.” She said, opening and shaking out two pills into her palm, as he grabbed them and threw them back, dry swallowing. “And put this on after you shower again.”
“Was she this nice to you after you almost died?” joked Larson as he sat back down on the bed.
“Which time?” Tim asked as Lucy lightly slapped his shoulder.
“There’s not been that many.” Lucy told them, rolling her eyes as she climbed back into the bed.
“I was shot on your second day, you flipped the shop, I was infected with a virus, yet another car crash, you were buried alive, another car crash, and how can I ever forget the day you had to ride with Harper and you found that bomb. All within your first year as a boot, sweetheart.”
“You weren’t there for the bomb, I threw the guy out the window.” She smirked. “Besides, look at all the fun we experienced together!”
Tim rolled his eyes. “Your mom calls getting stabbed and shot at fun.”
“No, I’m not talking about that!” She said with a look on her face. “We used to have to go undercover together all the time even after my probationary year.”
“Why?”
“Pretty sure Wade shipped it.” Lucy told him simply.
“No one says shipped any more mom.” Said Larson.
“I’m pretty sure half the department shipped it Luce, you know how much money Wesley won from that bet.”
“Uncle Wesley won over like seven hundred dollars, right?”
“Correct, each person had to bet a hundred dollars.”
“A bunch of cops betting for when two people would hook up, who would have thought.” The seventeen-year-old said rolling his eyes.
“Hey! We got nine hundred dollars to put in your college fund from a bet so no complaining. It’s go big or go home.”
“What is a bet going on right now that involves us?”
“There’s the one of whether or not you father will retire with in the next five years.”
“Not happening.” Tim said as he placed his glasses back on, returning to his book.
“That’s what he thinks.” She stage whispered. “You were cutting it close to curfew tonight.”
Larson grimaced as he rubbed the back of his neck, looking away, a tell-tale sign he had inherited from his father. “Sorry.”
“Who were you with?”
“Hailey, Tyrell, Jonas, Nyah and Max. We went to the diner on Apex.”
“The one with the smiley face pancakes? And you didn’t invite me?”
“No I didn’t invite you, you’re kinda old mom.”
“I am not, I am forty seven! Forty seven is not old! Your father’s closer to sixty than fifty, if anyone is old it’s him!”
“Leave me out of this Luce. Besides, your daughter already thinks I’m a grandpa.”
“She’s twelve, besides she’s only calling you that because she doesn’t like it when you pick her up from school in the shop.”
“It was one time. When you get a call from the principal asking you to come for a meeting because your child punched someone and broke their nose, it warrants the shop. Besides that was before I knew she had punched another kid for bullying someone. We even went for ice cream! I think she is just calling me a grandpa to spite me.”
“Are we sure she’s not adopted? Because I was an angel at her age.”
They both looked at Larson, giving him a dubious look. “Sure you were and remind me again, who broke the window with a slingshot when they were her age?”
“Don’t forget he called 9-1-1 when he was six because he couldn’t remember a phone number.”
“Why remember a number when it’s programmed in your phone!” he argued.
“Scared me to death when you came flying up the drive, I had no idea what was going on.”
“He hung up the phone! And when I couldn’t get ahold of you, not knowing he hid the phone, I freaked out ok.”
“I know honey.” She said placing a kiss on cheek. “To answer your original question Larson, I know for a fact I spent thirteen hours in labor with her, she is in fact your sister, thank you.”
“She’s just inherited your mother’s rebellious streak a few years early.”
“My rebellious streak? You were the definition of a stereotypical bad boy Mr. Bradford.”
“You would have loved it.” He smirked.
“I find it hard to believe you had a rebellious phase mom.”
“Have you met your grandparents?”
“Good point.” He said as a yawn escaped. “I think I’m going turn in for the night, coach wants us at the field house by nine to review the tape.”
“Night kiddo, love you.”
“Love you guys too.” He said as he sluggishly walked out the door. “Oh, I’m taking Hailey out for lunch so I won’t be home until sometime tomorrow afternoon.”
“Ok, be careful. Text one of us if something changes.” Lucy said as he closed the bedroom door.
“You know, I think we’ve done a pretty good job with him.”
Tim smiled a twinkle in his eye as he placed the glasses and book on the nightstand. “I think we have too. Let’s just hope Angela and Wesley are ok with our son dating their youngest daughter.”
“How much you wanna bet Bradford, that they’ll both be boots by the time they’re twenty-five?” Lucy asked smirking as she walked her fingers up his arm, causing Tim to growl as he tackled his wife to the bed, his bodyweight pinning her to the mattress.
“How much do you wanna bet boot, that they’ll be married to each other by the time they’re twenty-eight?
“Wager the usual?” Lucy asked as Tim began kissing and sucking on her neck, causing her to shiver, even after close to being married for twenty years.
“As long as they don’t give us grandkids within the next ten years, it’s a bet.”
“We haven’t done this while they’ve been home in a while.” She gasped in his ear as his lower half thrusted against her, Lucy pulling down the sweatpants he was wearing. “Think we can still keep quiet and not get caught old man?”
Tim smirked as he reached for the hem of her nightgown, pulling it up as she pulled her upper body off the mattress, placing a thirsty kiss to his mouth before mumbling against his lips. “Guess we’ll find out tomorrow sweetheart.”
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Slipping Through My Fingers - Nine
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“Dad. Dad. Dad. Dad. Dad. Dad. Dad—”
“Ko, Hellas, kid, what,” Lorcan groaned, rubbing his eyes as he rolled over onto his back. Kohana had snuck into his bed late last night and curled up on his chest to sleep. Lorcan hadn’t said a word, but he’d stayed awake for hours after, feeling his son’s tears drip onto his skin and the way Ko’s little frame shook. Of course, in the morning, Kohana was stretched out over the mattress, forcing his father to the edge of the bed with his vicious, subconscious kicks and pushes.
“Can I have breakfast now?”
Lorcan sighed through his nose and looked at his clock, “Man, it’s six am, go back to sleep.” Kohana pouted and crossed his arms. He made his eyes big and wide, dipping his chin. “It’s not even light outside, prince.”
“Pretty please?”
Lorcan narrowed his eyes at his son and Kohana pouted harder, faking a sniffle. “Dude. That’s not even fair.”
“But I’m hungry, até,” he whined. “I want breakfast!” He continued to pout and hold Lorcan’s eyes until he gave in and got up from bed.
“Alright, let’s go then,” Lorcan conceded, rubbing his eyes again as he picked Kohana up and put him on his feet, herding his child downstairs. “Whaddya want, K-Man?”
They arrived at the top of the stairs and Kohana hopped down, landing on each step with two feet. “Fuckin’ cereal.”
Lorcan rose a brow, looking down at Kohana, “A bad word, really?”
“Yeah,” Kohana said, hopping off the last step, “I think sometimes you need bad words, Dad.” He paused and titled his head to the side. “Right?”
“That’s right.”
Pleased, the five-year old ran off to the kitchen, climbing up on one of the barstools. He waited patiently as Lorcan got out two bowls and filled them with cornflakes and milk. “Dad?”
“Yeah?”
“Can we watch a movie?”
“Yeah, what do you wanna watch?”
“Mmm. Dunno.”
“Why don’t you think on that while you eat?”
Kohana nodded and started eating while Lorcan made his coffee. He loved the kid, but he could do without the before sunrise wake ups, especially if he had to see Elide later that day. Oh, fuck it all to hell. He’d forgotten all about that.
“Dad, I decided. Cars.”
“Solid choice, kid.”
+*+*+*+*+*+*
Her heart was so heavy. Elide almost couldn’t bear to open her eyes in the morning, but she had to. She couldn’t just wallow in her self-loathing and self-pity for the entire day, so she dragged herself out of bed and shoved on her retro, cat-eye glasses, not having enough energy to put on her contacts.
Shuffling to her closet, Elide pondered what was an appropriate outfit for going to the mechanic to see someone she’d hooked up with twice and semi-broken up with once. Maybe twice, she hadn’t decided what last night was yet.
Leggings and a hoodie from her alma mater would have to do, she decided.
As she waited for her coffee to be ready, Elide accepted Nehemia’s call. “Hey, Mi.”
“El, honey, how are you?” Nehemia’s voice was soft and gentle. After she’d gotten home last night, she had called Nehemia and Aelin and cried like a fool.
Now, she breathed out shakily, “Oh, you know. Getting ready to go to the mechanic’s. How about you?”
“I’m so sorry, hon. Are you sure about the date tonight?”
Ah, yes. The date. Originally, she hadn’t been interested when Nehemia had asked her a few days ago, but she’d still said yes. Now, she was even less excited, but… “No, don’t cancel. It’ll be nice - I’ll get to take my mind off the Lorcan situation, right?”
Nehemia agreed, “Right. Well. Ooh, we could go out and get a new dress, you know? I’ll call Aelin and pick you up at the shop.”
Elide smiled and wedged her phone between her chin and shoulder as she poured her coffee into her ice-filled tumbler, stirring with her straw until it was cold. “Alright. That sounds nice.”
“Good. I’ll see you later, then. Bye, honey!”
“Bye, Mi,” Elide said. She sipped her coffee as she navigated to the Uber app on her phone and ordered a car. After confirming the ride, she grabbed her keys and wallet, stuffing them all in her front pocket.
She shoved her hair up into a messy bun and tied her hoodie strings into a bow before putting on her old slip-on Vans and leaving her apartment.
+*+*+*+*+*+*
As soon as Lorcan parked the truck outside the shop, Kohana was unbuckling his seatbelt and leaping from the vehicle to sprint inside, the two braids he wore his hair in flying out behind him. He shouted his arrival to the entire shop.
Lorcan followed at a calmer pace and smiled when he walked in to see Fenrys holding his nephew upside down by the ankle. “Morning, Fen.”
“Hey, man. Tow truck just dropped off Elide’s VW,” Fenrys said, his voice piqued in curiosity.
Offering nothing more than a hum in response, Lorcan headed off to his bay, smirking to himself when he heard Fenrys mutter a curse and quickly make his way over as Lorcan hung up his jacket and unlocked his tool chest.
“Can I help you with something?” he asked Fenrys mildly. Fenrys huffed and switched his hold on Kohana, swiftly depositing the kid on the ground.
“Man-Man, why don’t you go find Grampy? I think he could use some help.”
Kohana nodded and was off before Lorcan could protest, looking to use his son as a shield of sorts against Fenrys’ next barrage of needling questions. Fenrys crossed his arms. “Why is Elide’s car here?”
“Because her coolant reservoir is in need of replacement.”
“And?”
“An oil change, probably. Basic maintenance - you know how old cars are.”
Fenrys scoffed and rolled his eyes. “Lorcan.”
“Fenrys.” He was leveled with a cutting look and relented. “Hellas below, man, we were driving home yesterday and saw her and her car broken down on the side of the road. Gave her a ride home. Nothing happened.”
Narrowing his eyes, Fenrys stared at him until he sighed through his nose. “I mean, a’ight, I guess. Whatever you say, L.” He made to go but then, “Hey. Are you still ok with that date tonight?”
Shit. He’d forgotten all about that. “Um, I kinda forgot? I don’t have anyone to watch the kid, but if I did, then yeah.” Lorcan didn’t know what had possibly possessed him to say yes, but the presence at his shoulder urged him to go through with it. “I mean… as long as they aren’t, like, racist, homophobic or otherwise bigotted, I think we’ll be fine.”
Relief flooded Fenrys’ face, “Ok, that’s good. Me and Mi will watch Man-Man tonight.”
“Thanks. ‘K I need to get to…” he gestured to the car and Fenrys nodded, dapping him up before he left.
Lorcan sighed deeply and sat on his wheeled stool, pushing himself over to the popped hood and looking into the car. “Alright, Bets, let’s see what we can do.”
+*+*+*+*+*+*
Elide thanked and tipped her driver, her iced coffee nearly gone as she climbed out of the car and stood in front of Scéalaí Auto Repairs, frowning up at the sign.
An older man, with tanned skin and grey hair walked out, a familiar child on his hip. “Hello. Can I help you?”
Kohana yelled her name, “Elide, hi-hi! Grampy, that’s Elide.”
“Hey, Kohana,” Elide replied, smiling fondly before addressing the older man. “Hi, I’m looking for Lorcan?”
“Oh, yeah, he’s in the back. Come on, I’ll show you,” the man said, beckoning her to follow. “I’m Malakai, by the way. It’s nice to meet you, Elide. Kohana here talks a lot about you. “
She smiled and toyed with the string of her hoodie, “Well, Kohana just might be my favourite student. Him and Esther, of course.”
The child lit up at the mention of his friend and smiled wildly as Malakai showed her to the back bay. “Son,” Malakai said, rapping on the bay’s door. “Elide’s here.”
Anxiety swirled in her gut and Elide drank from her coffee just to have something to do. She heard the music - N.W.A’s Fuck Tha Police - turn down low and the metallic clink of tools being put down before heavy steps approached the door and Lorcan walked out.
She had to physically stop her jaw from dropping open as he appeared, wearing a cutoff tee and a pair of dark washed jeans, slung low across his hips. His hair was half-up, half-down, two braids leading to a bun at the crown of his head. ”Hey, El. Cute glasses.”
The nickname just sort of seemed to roll off his tongue and her heart did a happy little flip before she quashed the feeling and hid it with an eye roll of annoyance at his comment. “Hey. How is she?”
Lorcan ducked his head and chuckled, “Betsy’s good. Just a little finicky but she likes me.” He smirked when she rolled her eyes once more. “Come on back, we can talk.” She froze and tried to school her expression. Evidently, it didn’t work because Lorcan held up a hand, the universal sign for chill, “About your car.”
“Oh,” she felt her cheeks flush and drank the last of her coffee, hoping it would cool her down. “Yeah. For sure.”
Malakai and Kohana, who had been watching the entire exchange, shared a weird look and promptly excused themselves. Elide followed Lorcan into the bay and smiled at her car, patting the headlight. “Hey, Bets.”
A soft chuckle escaped Lorcan’s full lips and he sat down on a stool while motioning for her to take a seat at the desk. Elide stepped over to it and hovered, carefully moving things to the side so she could sit on it, her feet dangling in the air. “So. Let’s talk.”
+*+*+*+*+*+*
“Mi-Mi!”
“Ko, baby,” Nehemia said, crouching and hugging Kohana. “Oh, child, I missed you.” She stood up and picked him up, booping his nose which made him giggle. “Did you see your mama yesterday?”
“Yeah, saw mama. We had pancakes, but Dad had waffles. Auntie D had pancakes too,” he told her, lying his head on her shoulder. “You know what happened, we driving home and sawed Elide, ‘cause her car broked, you know.”
Nehemia nodded and hummed in response, rubbing his back soothingly. “Did that daddy of yours tell you you’re coming over to me and Fenny’s home tonight?”
Shooting upright, Kohana gawked, “Really?” He smiled so widely when Nehemia nodded in confirmation. “Do I get to sleep over?”
“Mm-hmm,” she said, kissing the top of his head. “You know what I was thinking?”
“What?”
“I was thinking… we could watch Atlantis and make you some grilled cheese and ice cream. What do you think?” Kohana straightened and pressed his nose against hers, looking fiercely into her eyes. She held his stare until he nodded and smiled again, his round cheeks dimpling. “Now, let’s go find that silly uncle of yours, huh?”
Kohana giggled and carefully touched the shimmery, golden powder on her regal cheekbone, his eyes wide in near reverence. “So shiny, Mi-Mi. Can I have some?”
“Of course you can, malaika,” she told him, putting him down when they reached the back office. “Fenrys?” Her husband snapped his head up from where he was hunched over something and grinned.
“Man-Man, you ready for the best night of your life?”
Kohana’s eyebrows raised and he asked, “The best night?” He looked to Nehemia for confirmation, repeating the question.
“Swear on my mama. Best night ever, with your favourite auntie.” Kohana made a happy sound and wiggled to be put down. Nehemia obliged him and told him to be careful around the shop. He just nodded absentmindedly and raced off. She watched him fondly, smiling as she felt Fenrys wrap his arms around her waist.
Nehemia twisted around to face him, “Hi, baby.”
“Hi,” he said, toying with the hem of her crop top. “Not that I’m complaining, but why’re you here?”
“I’m taking El out shopping after she’s done with Lor,” she smiled, smiling at him and rocking onto her tiptoes to kiss her husband. Fenrys hummed and kissed her back, pulling her tightly against him. “Speaking of, let’s go check on them.”
Fenrys groaned when she pulled away and grabbed his hand, tugging him behind her as she walked across the shop floor to Lorcan’s bay. Without knocking, Nehemia breezed in, “Hello, hello.”
They were obviously interrupting something. Elide had her hand on Lorcan’s cheek and her thumb dragged gently, almost reverently, over a smudge of grease on his sharp sharp cheekbone. They didn’t even realize they weren’t alone as Lorcan’s mouth parted and Elide ran her fingertips down to his plush lips, their eyes locked on one another as her teeth sunk into her bottom lip and Lorcan sucked in a breath.
Fenrys coughed and the moment was shattered as they practically leapt apart, blushing furiously as they parted.
“Hey, Mia,” Lorcan said, standing to cross over to her and give her a hug. “Have you seen my offspring around?”
“Yeah, I think he went to annoy Luca. The boy’s working on a wicked hangover right now.”
They all laughed at that and Elide hopped off her perch on the desk, grabbing her empty cup. “Ae texted me, she said she’s on her way.”
“Oh, where y’all going?” Fenrys asked mildly. Nehemia shot him a weird look – he knew exactly where they were going. He subtly shook his head as he leaned against the doorframe.
Elide frowned and did not look at Lorcan as she replied, as evenly as possible, “Shopping.”
“Ooooo,” Fenrys said, looking way too entertained. He nudged Nehemia and she immediately started in on his shenanigans. “Whatcha shopping for?”
“I don’t know,” she muttered, glaring daggers at Nehemia.
“That’s not true – girl’s got a hot date tonight!”
Fenrys gasped dramatically, “A date?”
Elide shot the man a glare that promised a slow, slow death, unaware of Lorcan frowning for a split second and the muscle in his jaw ticking. “Yes. A date.”
The smiling man contemplated something and then gasped again, “Oh my gods! You know who also has a date tonight?” No one answered, not that it really mattered. “That’s right – Lorcan!”
Lorcan looked like he was praying that his Creator take him to the next life right that moment as his cheeks flushed and he intensely avoided looking anywhere near the petite, dark haired woman next to him.
Nehemia and Fenrys were practically feeding off the thick cloud of uncomfortability hanging around the room. Elide chewed on her straw. Lorcan fiddled with the screw on his adjustable wrench. They did not look at each other.
Elide shot Nehemia a look that screamed Help me and Nehemia nodded, smiling as she hooked her arm through Elide’s, “Welp, we should get going. See you later, boys.”
+*+*+*+*+*+*
“But, Dad, why can’t you stay too?”
Lorcan looked down at his son, who looked up at him with a sad light in his eyes. “I have plans, kiddo.”
“Can I come?”
“No dice, K-Man. Remember, you’re gonna have so much fun with your auntie and uncle,” he said, knocking on the door of Nehemia and Fenrys’ townhouse. They waited a few seconds and then heard someone running to the door.
Nehemia was smiling as she opened the door, “Guys! Hi, come in.”
Kohana smiled and padded in, hugging his rainbow mini-Kanken packed with all his overnight stuff to his front. “Mholo, Mi-Mi.”
“Oh, that is very good, Ko,” Nehemia said, smiling down at the little one as he put down his bag and sat down to take off his shoes. It was a little bit of a competition between all of the adults – whose language Kohana would speak the best. So far, it had been Eyllwe in the lead. That probably had something to do with Kohana’s favouritism concerning Nehemia. “What’s happening?”
“Not much, you know. Dad has plans. I’m not allowed to go.”
“Well, that’s fine – you’ll have more fun with me and your Fenny, anyways, right?”
Lorcan huffed a laugh as Kohana nodded, “That’s right!” As soon as he had taken off his shoes, Kohana jumped up and started pushing Lorcan’s legs. “Bye-bye, now. Time to go!”
Nehemia and Lorcan both laughed and the former deterred Kohana from further booting his father out of the house. “Why don’t you go see where your Fenny is?” He nodded and hurried off, yelling for Fenrys. Nehemia turned to Lorcan and ran a cursory look over him. “Looking sharp, Salvaterre.”
“Thanks, Mi,” he said, rolling his eyes and standing still as she tutted over the state of the collar of his black dress shirt. She pursed her lips and dusted off his shoulders. “Mia, I gotta go, I’m gonna be late.” He glanced over her head and saw Fenrys coming down the hall, who echoed his statement.
“Yeah, sweetheart, he looks fine,” Fenrys said, slipping his arm around Nehemia’s waist and kissing her temple.
Sighing, she nodded, “Yeah. Have fun, ok? I’ll call you if something goes wrong.”
“Alright,” he said, not understanding why he felt his heartbeat quicken in anxiety. In a few short moments, he was leaving and making his way back to his truck.
His heart still raced and Lorcan couldn’t figure out why. The only time he had felt like that was… around Elide. That morning, when Malakai said Elide was here, his heart had raced and he’d nearly dropped what he’d been holding.
That was why he was even going on this stupid thing. To move on, from something that didn’t feel like he should’ve had to move on from. Him and Elide hadn’t even been together. At all. Shaking his head to dispel his spiralling thoughts, Lorcan turned on the ignition and drove off, making his way to The Willows.
He parked a few blocks away and decided to walk to the restaurant. During his walk, his phone pinged and he pulled it out, smiling down at the image of Kohana that Fenrys had texted him. His son was smiling widely as he looked up at something, his eyes bright. His heart tightened at the pure and true joy on Ko’s face.
There was a soft smile that stayed on his lips as he opened the tinted glass door of the restaurant and walked inside, carefully making his way around the people waiting to get to the hostess’ stand.
The blonde woman waiting smiled semi-gently. It was very obviously her retail smile, the one she pasted on for customers. “Hi, there. Do you have a reservation with us?”
“Yeah, Marama for 8:30?”
She nodded, looking harried as she scanned over a list and nodded, “Alright, come this way.” The woman told him about the set menu and showed him to an intimate table out in the greenhouse portion of the restaurant. He had to admit – it was beautiful. Glancing upwards, he saw the star-spotted sky behind the glass roof.
Greenery surrounded them, all sorts of creeping vines and lush greenlife. Lorcan thanked the woman and unbuttoned his jacket as he sat.
It was all going to be fine. It was just dinner. Easy, simple. Nothing to worry about.
He told himself that over and over for the next five minutes, his knee bouncing up and down uncontrollably. When he realized, he suppressed the urge to fidget, but it just came out as him drumming the beat of some punk song he’d used to play often at that old grungy club.
Then, he heard a familiar voice – smoky and delicate and sultry all at once. He almost didn’t believe it and looked over. Lorcan’s eyes landed on a gorgeous person, their truly sinful curves wrapped in a black dress that hit mid-thigh, showcasing the black ink on their fair skin. His gaze travelled up their body, catching on the tattoos on their… collarbones. Laurel wreaths.
Oh, he was going to fucking murder the Marama-Ytgers.
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Prompt I’m so sorry I forgot the number, but it was “I can finally understand why you call them your arch-nemesis…What. A. Dick” with sleepceit??
“So,” Virgil said the moment they escaped around the corner. “I can finally understand why you call them your arch-nemesis...What. A. Dick.”
Janus laughed and leaned back against the counter. “I know, right?”
“What I don’t understand is why you still talk to them.” Virgil gave Janus a look. “Like, they’re clearly a jerk to you, why don’t you shake them off?”
“Have you ever tried telling Remy no?” Janus asked. “I’m stuck with them.”
“Please.” Virgil’s look grew more suspicious. “You’re gonna tell me you don’t know a single way to get someone to stop talking to you? Sure, Jan.”
“Wouldn’t be worth the effort,” Janus lied, watching the people flit past. He shouldn’t have come to this college party in the first place, he’d known Remy would be here--and, of course, that was the entire reason he’d stopped by.
Not that he could let Virgil know that, of course.
Janus pressed himself into the counter, listened to the dull beat of the music, and hoped Virgil would stop asking questions so he could cut his losses and go back to his dorm.
What had he hoped would happen? That having Virgil by his side would somehow convince Remy to be polite? That a different atmosphere, other than the coffee shop they both frequented and the library they always got kicked out of for arguing, would somehow give everything a fresh start?
Janus sighed. Arch-nemesis. Definitely.
“Janus?” Virgil asked.
“Hmm?” Janus looked around. “This party is a bust, I might go early--”
“You’re...” Virgil looked like he was connecting several dots. “You’re sure? I mean, thank fuck, I hate parties. But also--are you okay?”
“Fine,” Janus said.
Virgil looked at him even closer, and not for the first time, Janus hated how well Virgil could read him.
“You should talk to them,” Virgil finally said. “Remy.”
“What?” Janus blinked at him. “Why on earth would I go out of my way to talk to him?”
“I know, I know, your endless rivalry or whatever.” Virgil smirked. “But they’re a dick, Jan. You’re perfect for each other.”
Janus hoped he wasn’t blushing. “I do have standards, you know.”
“Whatever you say.” Virgil’s smirk softened, just a bit. “C’mon, Jan. Give it a shot. I’ll hunker down in here and try not to panic about the people.”
“Good luck with that,” Janus said, and reluctantly slipped out of the kitchen.
Remy was perched in a corner by the window, sipping a coffee and boredly watching the people dancing in the center of the room. Janus watched them for a second and considered simply telling Virgil that Remy had left, or that Janus had come down with the flu and was incapable of remaining at this ridiculous party. Then Remy looked over their sunglasses, saw Janus, and raised an eyebrow in their classic greeting.
Janus groaned, rolled his eyes, and made his way over to Remy.
“Fancy seeing you here, babe,” Remy said as soon as Janus had carved out an empty space next to the window. “We just talked, back already?”
“Virgil wanted me to convey a message,” Janus said. “He thinks you’re a dick.”
Remy paused and laughed. “He’s damn right.”
“I know, I told him so.” Janus tried not to think about how Remy’s laugh really was nice, when they didn’t fake it. “And then he shoved me over here so we could fight to the death.”
“Ugh, but that’d ruin the party,” Remy said. Their eyes skimmed the clumps of people. “Not that it needs any more ruining.”
“What did you expect, disco lights?”
“Eh.” Remy shrugged. “Look, the parties I go to are usually--a bit wilder than this one. Or it’s, like, a sleepover with Emile. No in-between.”
“And yet you’re here,” Janus said mildly. “How come?”
“Aww, I wanted to see you, babe!” Remy grinned at him. “And you look great in nice clothes, I have to say.”
Janus definitely failed to not blush this time. Remy always did this--Janus counted himself a passable flirt, but the moment Remy’s tone dipped into that teasing lilt, Janus was done for. And he knew it didn’t mean anything to Remy--Remy flirted left, right, and center--so he was left boiling with frustration at falling for Remy’s tricks.
Most of the time, that frustration turned into petty arguments in line for coffee, or snippy comments during class. Remy excelled at those, too. It was absolutely unfair how much Remy could twist anything to his advantage--Janus was jealous, Janus was impressed, and Janus was just a bit head-over-heels.
Not that it mattered. Arch-nemesis. Remy only enjoyed messing with him. That was all.
“I should go,” Janus blurted out, pushing off the wall. “Virgil will be wondering where I am.”
“Let him wait,” Remy said. “We’ve barely gotten to know each other!”
“The less I know about you, the better.” Janus glanced at the kitchen. No sign of Virgil. He might be in the car already, hanging out there for the rest of the evening. Janus envied him. “I didn’t come over to this party for an argument.”
“Not even a little one?” Remy pouted and batted their eyelashes. “Please, babe?”
“No,” Janus said.
“Why did you come to this party, then?” Remy took a sip of coffee. “If not to enjoy my fabulousness.”
Janus pressed his lips together. “None of your business.”
“Oh?” Remy’s eyes lit up. “A mystery? What have you been up to, hon? Murder?”
“I haven’t murdered anyone,” Janus said. “Probably.”
“Some kind of scandal, then?” Remy’s eyes grew even wider. “Wait--wait, is the angry emo your plus one? Are you gonna--”
Remy made some kind of obscene gesture with their hands. Janus winced.
“No, Virgil’s just a friend,” Janus said. “Relax.”
“Never said I was worried, babe.” Remy smirked. “You and I have a special bond. I’m not threatened.”
Janus huffed and, once again, tried not to blush. Remy had to know. Janus was so obvious.
“I should go,” Janus said, once again.
“What, to hang out with your not-boyfriend?” Remy rolled their eyes. “Fine, babe, just say you hate my company and go.”
“Of course I hate your company,” Janus teased. “We’re enemies.”
“Hmm.” Remy looked as though they were trying to smirk back and failing. “Yeah. Well. Go on, I bet he’s waiting for you.”
Janus’ eyebrows pulled together.
“This is a waste of time anyway,” Remy added, pushing off the wall and dumping their coffee in a bush. “I should go.”
And they gave Janus a small salute, not pulling their sunglasses down, and walked away.
Janus felt vaguely--no, not vaguely, completely and fully--as if he’d done something wrong.
“Remy!” he called over the music. “Wait!”
Remy paused and glanced back.
“Um--” Janus swallowed. “You--you don’t have to leave yet, right? The night is still young and all that. I could use an alibi for the murder.”
Remy watched Janus for a second. Then their lips tilted in that smile, the one that made Janus lose every argument, flush at every compliment.
“Scapegoating your friend as the murderer?” Remy shook their head. “So cruel, babe.”
“Oh, you’re not my friend.” Janus smirked and stepped forward. “You’re more than that, correct?”
He stepped forward again, took Remy’s hand, and pulled him closer.
“You’re my nemesis, darling.”
And Janus got the sweet satisfaction of watching Remy blush and stammer--and the even sweeter satisfaction of Remy pulling him closer.
Maybe this party wasn’t so bad.
Give me a prompt and I’ll write a short drabble!
#sanders sides#remy sanders#desleep#janus sanders#virgil sanders#sleepceit#romantic sleepceit#tw murder mention#college au#asks and answers#glassferns#averywrites#prompt fic#im finally back with these!! let's see if i can knock a few more out
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