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Thick Thighs Save Lives - Bradley 'Rooster' Bradshaw x Reader x Jake 'Hangman' Seresin

Summary: Being the only aviator with meat on your bones is tough. It's even more tough when you're stuck showering with two of your teammates.

Contents/Warnings: smut (minors dni), double penetration, fingering (vaginal and anal, f receiving), oral (m receiving), dirty talk, shower sex, protected sex, spit kink, body insecurities, mid/plus!sized reader, self-deprecation, arguing, angst with a fluffy/smutty ending

WC: 5.5K / navi

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If there’s anything you don’t want to hear during a not-so-friendly game of beach football, it’s ‘shit!’. The exclamation comes from Coyote who’s branched off to your towels on the sand, fingers curled around his watch, “We’re late.”

“How late?” Phoenix is already adjusting her ponytail, as it’s frazzled from the action. She’s squinting in the sun and remedies it by knocking her sunglasses down off of her head and onto her nose. It’s smooth, and she knows it by the soft smirk that curls at her lips.

“We have twenty minutes to get on the road.”

“Shit,” Rooster parrots, dropping the ball where he stands, which is how you know he’s panicked too, “We all need showers. Penny’s gonna kill us if we stink up the restaurant.”

“We can go in teams,” Fanboy decides, already sprinting over to his towel, “We don’t have time for individual ones.”

Before you can get a word in edgewise Coyote and Phoenix are rushing to join him, Bob hot on their trail. The showers are spacious, sure, but you wouldn’t exactly volunteer to share them with anyone.

With a terrible sinking feeling in your stomach you realize that the only three left are you, Rooster, and Hangman. That means the only way you’ll get to Penny and Maverick’s engagement party is if you shower together.

They’re already at their towels, scrubbing sand out of their hair and strapping their watches back on. Hangman’s is a thick, black leather band, and you can see flecks of sand marring the sleek strap from where it laid on the towel. Rooster’s is thinner, brown in color and gold around the rim. His is clean, but he puts it on his sweaty, sandy wrist. It won’t be for long.

Both men are shirtless, too-tight jean shorts squeezing their waists. You make a point not to stare as you trek back to your towel, already picking up on their competitive banter before you’ve even stood beside them.

“-probably use all my shampoo,” Hangman scoffs, clenching his towel tight in his fist, “You always steal my shit, Bradshaw.”

“I think it’s only fair seeing as you steal my gel!” Rooster quips back, gesturing to Hangman’s stiff, shiny hair, untouched even after your game, “Isn’t it fucking weird, Y/L/N? How much he uses?”

Rooster looks back at you for confirmation, someone on his side. But you’re too disheartened to respond, dreading your impending doom. All you offer is a meager, “Yeah.”, that curls a frown under Rooster’s mustache.

“You hurt yourself or something?” Hangman raises an eyebrow, stunned by your lack of teasing, “I think we need to call the doctor, you didn’t just insult me.”

“I’m fine.” You grumble, towel held around your waist despite the presence of your rash guard, “Just tired from football.”

“Well get ready,” Rooster warns you, “Mav’s gonna have to tell us all about how he and Penny met, and I’m really hoping he withholds the details on the little rendezvous that got him in trouble with her dad, but I know he won’t.”

You shudder for a moment, if only to please him, to throw him off your scent. You’re tired, there’s not any other reason you’re in a funk. You’re tired.

You are tired. You’re tired of caring, of constantly thinking about it. You’re tired of wearing a rash guard to the beach instead of a swimsuit, because everyone else is smaller than you. You’re tired of watching people’s eyes, tracking them to make sure that if they ever dip below your chest there’s something in front of your stomach to block it from their view. You’re tired of adjusting your uniform to make it looser, you’re tired of leaning against the bar instead of sitting at it, you’re just tired.

“Hey,” Hangman’s voice breaks you out of your thoughts, admittedly less grating and irritating than it normally is “You sure you’re okay?”

You blink and they’re staring at you, brows furrowed and limbs frozen in place. You wish that the waves lapping gently at the sand would crash onto shore and swallow you whole, sweep you up in a tidal wave of salt water and seaweed so that you wouldn’t have to answer.

“I’m fine,” You grit, slipping your feet into your shoes and rushing to stand outside the showers, “C’mon, we’ll be late.”

You had hoped that they’d get too busy bickering with each other to ever find you. But here they come, not five minutes later, just as Phoenix steps out of the steamy bathroom. A towel is wrapped around her torso and Hangman exaggerates his ogling of her, only turning your stomach further.

“Perfect timing,” He drawls, and she rolls her eyes.

Bob steps out next, taking one look at her face and stepping in front of her, “Your turn, Bagman. Try not to use all the gel.”

“See?” Rooster nudges you, his elbow against your arm as Bob and Phoenix walk away, “I told you! It’s absurd, he slathers it on like cement.”

“He’s gotta,” Coyote drawls, reaching over to knock on Jake’s head, “Otherwise his head’d sound as empty as it is.”

The two engage in a good-natured shoving match, but it’s one that nearly sends Coyote’s towel cascading to the ground, and you keep your eyes firmly on the tiny bottles of shampoo and conditioner that you’d brought. You read over the ingredients, as if sodium laureth sulfate and glycol distearate will keep your mind off of your humiliation.

“You said you’re fine,” Bradley murmurs from beside you, “But if it’s something you just don’t wanna say around Hangman, he’s not listening.”

Part of you is less embarrassed to be honest and exposed to Rooster than Hangman. But he’s still a man, an incredibly fit one at that, and you’re not sure you’d ever want to reveal it to either of them.

“I’m just nervous,” You tell him the only part of the truth you’re willing to admit. I’ve never... showered with a- a boy before. A man.”

You cringe at your misstep, but if Bradley’s amused by it, he doesn’t show it. Instead he hums, sympathetically so, “We’ll turn around, honey. Don’t worry about it, okay?”

“You’ll turn around,” You mutter, “I think it’ll just egg Jake on further.”

“What’s this I hear about eggin’ me on?” A familiar southern twang makes you tense as the man it’s coming from appears by your side, bumping his hip into yours, “You ready for our steam session, sweets?”

“Leave her alone, Hangman,” Rooster groans, feet slapping against the tiles as he goes to adjust the water. He shoves at Hangman’s back as he passes, and you stifle a giggle as the man nearly falls over.

“Hey, she’s the one that chose to shower with us,” Jake insists, and Bradley’s scoff is enough for you not to fight back, “And I would, too, if I were you, darlin’. Do you know how many ladies are lined up to see how hung Hangman is?”

You force a gag, “The only lady I see here is myself, and I’d rather smear wet sand in my eyes.”

“That’s what I’m gonna do to you if you don’t turn around and shut up,” Bradley speaks through the roar of the shower water, steam already rising from its fall, “Just drop your pants and wash your ass, so Y/L/N can shower to herself.”

“Well, well, well,” Jake smirks, towel cinched around his waist in only one hand as he stalks for the showers, “Looks like one of the ladies lined up is Bradshaw himself. Wanna see it, Rooster? Here it is.”

Jake drops his towel ceremoniously, and Bradley’s face morphs into a grimace as he turns away hastily.

“My fucking eyes,” He laments, and you pause in gathering your toilettries to laugh, while also trying very hard not to stare at Jake, “Oh my god, Y/N, you won’t have to worry about me seeing you. I’m going to pour shampoo into my eyes until I go blind.”

Jake realizes you’re taking a little too long getting ready, cocking a hip as he leans his head back to stare down his nose at you, “So what, you gonna ditch dinner, Y/L/N? Whatcha waitin’ for?”

“She’s waiting for you to stop being a perv and turn around,” Bradley comes to your rescue once again, and thankfully, Jake seems to realize it’s a real issue, pivoting until he’s facing the shower wall.

“I think she just wants a nice view of our asses,” Jake theorizes, standing with his clear on display, “Which is better, Y/N? Mine or Chicken’s?”

“Chicken,” Rooster grumbles under his breath, and if you were brave enough to actually declare a winner, you’d give it to him just for that. But, Hangman’s form is rather impressive, all tight curves and tan skin and-

And you shouldn’t be looking. You clear your throat awkwardly, peeling off your rash guard as Jake sponges his side down. There’s sand running thick down the drain and you hope it doesn’t back up, something you’d feel terrible for Penny to have to clean up.

“Uh,” Bradley stills in his place, “Shit, I think I left my shampoo over there. Y/N, could you…?”

“I got it,” You hum, reaching over for the blue bottle and tucking it in his carefully, blindly outstretched hand, “Thanks for, um- here.”

“Yep,” He nods, smearing a dot of the substance on his palm and lathering it through his hair.

“Oh no,” Jake mimics Bradley’s previous predicament, dropping the bottle in his hand so that it rests between his legs, “Y/N, could you-”

“Ass,” You drawl, reaching forwards to butt your palm against his back. He stumbles forward with a laugh, catching himself on the railing. He bends down to reach for it and you’re nervous he’ll peek at your body from between his legs, but he stays respectful, something you know he is at his core even if he pretends differently.

You find yourself relaxing against the tiled floor of the shower, feet firmly planted instead of poised to run. As much as you know neither of the men in front of you would make any rude comments about your body or your weight, there’s still the nauseating fear that they might think differently of you having seen you completely unobscured. So you’re thankful for the privacy, that lasts… well, until it doesn’t.

The snap of your conditioner cap catches the skin of your pointed finger in its jaws and a gasp clutches tight at your lungs.

“Son of a bitch!” You cry, waves of pain flowing through your finger and out towards the rest of them. On cue each man turns, eyes wide and fear-stricken, without thinking.

You know they didn’t do it on purpose. You know they instinctively thought you were hurt, and wanted to help. You know they didn’t mean to look at you. But the withering feeling in your guts knows no logic, only fear.

They’re looking, it hisses, They’re looking at everything. The way your stomach pudges into a roll at the base. The way your breasts sag. The way your thighs stretch, marks littering their stems, and present no gap.

“You’re bleeding.” Bradley observes, eyes trained faithfully on your finger, “I’ll get a bandaid.”

He rushes for the cabinets outside the shower, dripping water over the floor. Jake stands, staring, but you’re too humiliated to glance at his face and notice the soft pinky blush on his cheeks that’s spreading to his ears.

“Here,” Bradley speaks from behind you, though he molds himself to your side when you’re still frozen in fear. He brushes a towel over your cut, the turquoise material staining red. He then undoes the waxy paper wrapping from the bandaid, sticking it tight to your skin.

“It’ll get wet,” He reminds you, “But it’ll stop soap from stinging it.”

You don’t even thank him. At your prolonged silence he glances up at Hangman, intent on giving him a concerned glance, but he sees the man’s eyes rove over your form and snaps.

“Dude,” Bradley utters gruffly, “Don’t be a perv. Come on, turn around.”

When Jake stays just as still as you, he reaches for him, shoving hard, “I said turn around!:

“Please, Jake,” You whimper, tears brimming in your eyes, “Turn around.”

“You’re crying.” Jake snaps out of his trance to frown up at you, and Bradley keeps pushing, an insistent thorn in his side, “Why are you crying?”

“Because you’re-!” You gush, lip wobbling, “You’re looking at me, and- and judging me, and-”

“Judging you,” He scoffs, eyes nearly bugging out of his head, “Best body I’ve ever seen. Case closed. Court dismissed.”

“Shut up,” You seethe, tears finally dripping down your cheeks, “Just shut up! You think this is fucking funny? You don’t think there’s a reason I didn’t want to shower with you?”

“You’re private, I get that.” He scoffs. “But if you think I’m judgin’ any part’a that, then you’re stupid, too.”

“Not the compliment you think it is,” Bradley mutters, hands still prying at Jake’s shoulder, “She told you to turn around, just do it.”

“No,” Jake doubles down, pushing Bradley away and stalking towards you, “I wanna know why you think so goddamn low of me. You really think I’d rope a woman into a shower and then pick apart what she looks like? You think that low of me?”

“It’s not about you,” You gush, hands at your sides in frustration, “It's about me! And my fucking body, okay? I’m not calling you a dick for judging me, I’m calling myself-”

“What?” Jake’s head tilts to the side, eyes glinting dangerously, “What are you calling yourself?”

“....Gross.” You finish lamely, the fire in your chest extinguishing with the poof of a sigh that escapes your lips.

He’s grabbing your hand without thinking about it, gentle but firm. You stare at him, anxiety-riddled.

“Listen here, girly. I’ve let you get away with sayin’ a lotta things about yourself. Dumbass I agree with, especially considering these circumstances. I’ve heard clumsy and stubborn, those I don’t have an issue with either. But don’t look me in my fuckin’ face and tell me you’re gross, ‘cause it’s an insult to me and my tastes.”

He squeezes your hand once before releasing it, and it feels more now like a heartfelt gesture than a threatening one. You’re breathing heavy, lungs cut short from the adrenaline of the moment, Even though Bradley isn’t pushing him anymore, standing on the sidelines waiting, watching, Hangman turns around without another word. He scrubs aggressively through his scalp and you’re almost surprised nothing bleeds, your mouth hung slightly open and your tongue leaden over your teeth.

“I’m not your type.” You finally manage to mutter, voice taut.

“Yes you are,” Jake scoffs, “How would you know?”

“I saw you eyeing up Phoenix earlier.” You roll your eyes, and if Bradley hadn’t turned around again you’d have flashed him an exasperated look.

“So? A man can like several shapes,” Jake boasts, voice losing venom, “Plus I ogle Phoenix just to piss her off.”

“It works.” Bradley cuts in, and you snort.

“Point is,” Jake drawls, and you’re sure if Bradley was in his line of sight he’d have been the victim of a very withering stare, “Don’t discredit yourself. You’ve got sexy ass thighs, woman.”

“Jesus, Jake,” Bradley sighs, “Can you just hurry up, already? I’m sure there’s nothing more Y/L/N wants than to get rid of you.”

“Oh, shut up, lapdog,” Jake deadpans, “You can’t tell me you don’t agree.”

Bradley’s silent for a moment, and your gut churns.

“Whether I do or don’t is irrelevant,” He chooses his words carefully, “Let’s just leave Y/N alone.”

“He totally does,” Jake snickers, “Hear that, Y/L/N? It’s his blush.”

“Like you weren’t blushing!” Bradley scoffs, “I looked up at you and thought you’d been temporarily replaced with a baboon’s ass.”

“Oh, that’s funny,” Jake drawls, “That’s what I think every time I see you, porn stache. Then I remember it’s just your natural charm.”

The crisis has been averted enough for you to let out a shaky laugh at their insults, and the sound catches both men’s attention.

“Listen, Y/L/N,” Jake starts, voice much kinder and softer now, “The point of this isn’t me telling Bradshaw he’s got the face of an ass. The point is to get it through your thick fuckin’ skull; you’re pretty damn sexy, y’hear?”

You snort at his callous nature, “No one’s ever told me anything like that before.”

“Yeah?’ He pauses,towel in hand that he nimbly swings over his shoulder, “Well, pardon me for lookin’, and even more for touchin’, but everyone else is fuckin’ insane.”

Before you can process his words he reaches down to palm at your thigh, a hefty squeeze that sends your flesh spilling against his palm. You stiffen, even though he stays politely away from your ass, encroaching only on territory he could also grab while you’re clothed. The feeling of his touch, no matter how chaste, elicits a noise from your throat that you wish you could pass off for a scream.

It’s not.

It’s a moan.

He stops where he’d begun pulling away, eyes sharpening slightly. You don’t dare look at Bradley, but if you did, you’d see his cock twitch.

“Did I hurt you?” Jake asks, voice low.

All you can do is shake your head, teeth digging into your lower lip helplessly.

“Did you like it?” He tries again, but this time he doesn’t accept body language as an answer/ Still hunched, he ignores your nodding and reaches up with his free hand to tug your bottom lip out from under your teeth.

“I asked you a question,” Jake croons, voice smooth and soft, “Did you like it?”

All you can whimper is a meager ‘Yes’.

Do you want me to do it again?”

“Yes.” Stronger, this time.

His hand plants itself firmly back over your thigh, thumb stretching towards the curve of your ass this time. It’s a little more suggestive, and a lot more alluring.

“Jesus,” Jake groans, kneading the soft flesh of your doughy thigh between his fingers, “Bradshaw, c’mere for a second.”

He hesitates, “Do you want me there, Y/N?”

“Yes,” You nod once more, legs stiffening and thigh tensing against Jake’s palm, “I- I do.”

“You take front,” Jake instructs, falling into place behind you with his hands now greedily prying at your ass, “And I’ll take back.”

The smile that Bradley offers you when he steps in front of you is nothing short of dreamy. It’s enough to make you blush, and he lets out a soft, breathy laugh at how forward Hangman is being while he stands giddily in front of you.

“If you say hi,” Jake drawls, hooking his chin over your shoulder and reaching around your front to grip at the seams of your inner thighs while glaring at Bradley suspiciously, “I’m going to slap you.”

“I wasn’t going to say hi,” Bradley scoffs, and you can tell by his blush that he totally was.

“Jesus, enough yammering,” Jake scoffs, turning his head to press his dewy lips into your neck, “We’re gonna be late for dinner.”

You worry, for a moment, that he’ll let go. That he’ll walk away, get dressed for the restaurant, and pretend nothing ever happened. But that’s not what he does, of course. Instead, you feel the hard press of his cock against your ass.

“I’ll be gentle,” Jake croons, feeling you tense as his hands smooth over the dip of your ass, “We’ll go slow, okay?”

“Real slow,” Bradley murmurs, and it catches your attention, reeling it back to him. You realize he’s standing much closer to you now than he had been before, lips nearly brushing yours.

The second your lips meet his in a kiss, Hangman smooths his hand between the globes of your ass. You squirm at the sensitive feeling, foreign as his fingertip brushes against your hole. But he doesn’t let up, and neither does Bradley.

Rooster’s tongue slides against your bottom lip, warm and wet. At the same time Hangman’s hands squeeze your ass, pulling apart each side and smoothing down the skin between. It sends a shiver up your spine that escapes in a puff of air between your lips, one that Bradley eagerly swallows.

Bradley’s hands grab your cheeks, thumbs brushing near your eyes and yanking you closer. You can feel Jake’s fingers carefully prodding and pressing at the tight ring of your asshole, a hitch in your breath causing you to bite down on Bradley’s lip.

“Fuck,” He hisses, coming away with a red lip and a guttural groan, “Jake, just- let up. Me first, she’s obviously sensitive.”

“She’s just tight,” Jake murmurs, lips pressing to the expanse of your shoulder, “Nothin’ I can’t fix.”

“You’ll have plenty of time to fix it,” Bradley grumbles, tearing a condom open with his teeth that he’d snagged from his wallet, “‘Cause I’m going in first, and you- shit!”

His fingers, slippery from the water and probably excess soap, drop the condom. The way that you’re arched into Hangman’s touch means that your thighs are squeezed together and bent slightly, and there’s no better way to catch a condom than between your thighs.

The foil wrapper sticks between your legs, making it easy for Bradley to pluck it out and toss the wrapper aside. Penny will find it tomorrow, because you’re sure as hell not gonna remember to get it.

“Well, whaddya know,” Jake drawls, grinning against the skin of your neck so hard you can feel it, “What they say is true. Thick thighs save lives.”

You face-plant into the water-dropped skin of Bradley’s neck, ignoring the way Hangman snickers.

“Actually, I think they just stopped a life from being conceived,” Bradley reasons, only a few sloppy strokes of his cock needed to easily slip the condom on, “But that probably saved my life, ‘cause if I got you pregnant in Penny’s bathroom, she’d slit my throat.”

The tip of Bradley’s hardened dick presses to your inner thigh, skin seldom touched and sensitive. You lean into it, but Hangman’s fingers follow, gently stroking over the rim of your ass. It’s starting to feel less foreign and more pleasurable, a twinge of something sweet licking at the underside of your belly like a rogue flame.

Bradley gently presses two fingers against your slit, ever-considerate in making sure you’re sufficiently prepped, but his eyes widen at how much slick he’s greeted with just past your folds.

“Holy shit,” He breathes, nose nudging yours as his lips brush with your own, “You’re wet.”

“Duh,” Hangman scoffs, and one of his hands abandons your ass to slip between your folds, collecting slick on their tips and dragging it back to your ass, “I’ve been touchin’ up on her for a while now.”

“Pardon me for thinking that’d work like an umbrella on a rainy day,” Bradley bitches, but you cut him off with a kiss before he can spout any other mildly insulting metaphors for how bad he thinks Hangman is in bed. You’ll vouch if you have to, he knows what he’s doing.

With each slow circle that his fingers trace around your rim, you bend back into him. Until you can feel his cock pressed stiff to your backside,just as Bradley presses his tip flush with your clit.

“Oh-,” You gasp, clit sending a shockwave of electric lust reverberating throughout your body, “Bradley, I- Inside, please, now!”

“I’m coming, sweetheart,” He croons, speaking in a velvety soft hum against your lips, “Don’t worry.”

He holds to his promise, sliding his dick down from where it’s pressed to your clit and easing it between your folds. You heave a blissful sigh at the feeling of being full, and it makes you rock backwards into Hangman’s fingers.

One breaches your hole, slipping inside with an agonizingly pleasurable burn. The stretch feels heavenly, especially because your cunt is already stretched to accommodate Bradley’s cock that slowly bottoms out inside of you.

“Good,” Jake praises, kissing beneath your ear, “I knew you could do it.”

Rooster lets out a groan at the feeling of your involuntary clench around him, eyes screwed shut. His forehead is braced against yours and you take the liberty of engaging him in another kiss, letting the pleasure of Jake’s fingers at your hole compel you to lick into Bradley’s mouth.

Being pleasured from both sides is too overwhelming. You feel yourself already rising to a climax, pressed on by both Bradley’s thick cock grating against your insides and Jake’s fingers.

You smooth your tongue over Bradley’s, gripping his shoulder when he increases his pace to be steadily fast. He’s not speeding through anything, but he’s not slow either, and it makes your insides burn.

The feeling of his cock ramming over and over and over against that spongy spot deep within you is too much, especially when Hangman slides a single, thick finger into your ass. You can’t help it, your orgasm hits you like a freight train (or perhaps a fighter jet), and you clench sporadically around Bradley’s thick, hard cock.

You whine relentlessly into his mouth, fingers clawing and prying at his damp skin as your knees go weak. You’re surprised you stay standing at all, but you funnel all of your orgasmic vigor into the kiss that Bradley eagerly licks out of you, and clutching his shoulders is enough.

Coming down from your high is jarring, especially when you realize that the steady pressure against your clit had been Bradley’s thumb the entire time. The pleasurable sensation is starting to sour with the unpleasant sting of overstimulation, and you tear his hand away eagerly, “Too much.”

“Sorry,” Bradley grunts into the kiss, the bristles of his mustache grating at your lip.

Bradley pulls out of you, still hard and red-tipped.

Jake takes one look down, his free hand sliding up your back while his other stays firm at your ass, “Those were pretty sounds. Look’t what they did to Bradshaw. See that, honey?”

You nod, breathless as you stare at Bradley’s impressive length.

“I think you should return the favor,” Jake muses, putting pressure against your back so that you bend in half, “Suck him off, darlin’.”

You land at eye-level with Bradley’s covered cock, and you can’t get the condom off fast enough. You drag your tongue along the underside of Bradley’s hard dick, taking the heated length into your hands and squeezing fondly at his balls. He swears low and gruff under his breath, watching your tongue snake against his slit.

Your lips curl around the head of Bradley’s cock, and the way that Jake adds a second finger to your ass makes you suck hard. You feel Bradley’s cock twitch on your tongue, and you scrape your teeth feather-light along him as you take more of him into your mouth.

He tries to keep himself still, tries not to face-fuck you, but he’s hopeless. His hips jolt forwards and you gag at the feeling of his dick hitting the back of your throat. It makes him groan, fists clenched at his side.

You bob and suckle along every inch of Bradley’s dick, licking up the vein that runs along the side and hollowing your cheeks while Jake fingers you open. When there are suddenly no fingers in your ass anymore at all, you whimper, taking Bradley’s cockhead into your fist while you try craning your neck to look back at Hangman.

“Keep going,” Jake directs you, nodding his head towards your fist, “He’s not done, and neither am I.”

You slip the hand that’s curled around Rooster’s dick and slide it up his length, rubbing gently at the base while you kitten lick the head. He pants and groans, bucking into your fist and subsequently your throat. The feeling of Jake’s dick pressed tight to your stretched hole makes you jolt forwards, and you face-fuck yourself on Bradley’s dick.

“Jesus,” He hisses, “You’re- you’re good at this, baby. C’mon, a- a little more, now.”

You let out a scream muffled by Bradley’s cock as Jake slides himself into your ass, dick grating delightfully tight against your rim. Once he bottoms out he sets a merciless pace, giving you no time to adjust before you’re being hammered into like he’s a feral animal.

“See that, Bradshaw?” Jake boasts, sending a hefty slap to your ass, “Told you she could do it. Perfect ass.”

“I see,” Bradley pants, hands tangled in your hair while you bob on his cock, “I- I’m gonna cum, honey.”

There’s barely any warning before the sight of Jake’s cock ramming into your ass gets to be too much for Bradley, but you don’t need it. You’re perfectly content to welcome his warm seed down your throat, letting it paint the inside of your mouth as you tongue him dry.

You don’t realize you’re using Bradley’s cock as a pacifier until he pushes at your forehead, hissing in oversensitivity, “Okay, okay! It’s too much,” He soothes you by sticking two of his slick-stained, thick fingers between your lips instead, “Here, honey. There y’go.”

Drool gathers at the seam of your lips and Bradley smears it away from your mouth, gathering it on his palm and licking it away. He groans at the taste, his own seed permeating your saliva, “Messy girl.”

Jake isn’t satisfied with his lack of action. Apparently, jackhammering into your ass isn’t quite enough for the guy, and he fists a hand in your hair to yank you upright with a grunt.

Bradley’s fingers slip from your lips with a pop and you cry out as Hangman manhandles you, pleasurable pain flooding your senses from the hair-pulling that start waves of a second orgasm swelling below your belly.

“Open,” Jake commands, keeping your neck bent backwards so that his face hovers over yours. You open your mouth without hesitation, and he spits inside.

Warm saliva, cooling quickly the more you stick your tongue out, pools by your throat. You eagerly swallow without being told,drool now seeping backwards down your face and towards your eyes. Jake licks it off with a broad, wet swipe of his tongue, and smears it against your lips.

The kiss is messy, upside-down and drooly, but it’s hot. Jake’s tongue licks against yours and his teeth nip at your bottom lip, a real spider-man style porno.

Your spine aches from being bent like a curly-q, but the ecstasy bleeding into your core is enough to push it to the back of your mind. You reach down to finger your clit, a whimper bleeding into Jake’s mouth at the action.

“Gonna cum, honey?” Jake drawls, “Sweet pussy’a yours gonna clench around nothin’?”

His southern drawl is stronger when he’s fucking, you note. It’s attractive.

“Not nothing,” Bradley volunteers, sticking his spit-soaked fingers up into your gaping cunt, “Cum, baby.”

You’re very good at following orders.

Your second orgasm hurts, in the best way. It tears you apart from the inside out, cunt clenching tight at Bradley’s fingers as he curls them inside of you. Jake bites hard at your lip as you ride out your second orgasm, and his dick twitches inside of you once, twice, three times before he’s letting himself go in tandem.

He fills you with warm cum, the substance gushing out of your gaped hole and oozing out around his own cock.

“Jesus fuck,” He snaps, the words an unintelligible grunt against your lips, “So tight, and so sexy.”

Bradley’s free hand braces itself on your stomach, and the touch doesn’t make you recoil like it normally would. It’s lewd, but being splattered with their cum really makes you believe that they’re not going to judge your body.

Instead you lean into the touch, letting Bradley embrace you as you come down from your high a moaning pile of mush.

“Slow,” You warn Jake, who’s never heard the word a day in his life. He follows directions, though, easing his dick out of you and making sure it doesn’t burn.

“We need another shower,” Bradley pants after a moment of fucked-out silence.

You nod, brain foggy, “Yeah. We- we can’t show up to the restaurant smelling like sex. They’ll know.”

As it turns out, you don’t need to smell like sex for everyone to know you’ve just had it. You show up forty-five minutes late, sweaty-faced and rosy-lipped, all slightly out of breath. Your dress is rumpled, and Bradley’s tie is haphazardly secured.

“Oh,” Phoenix grimaces, nose scrunching in disgust, “Gross, guys.”

“In my bathroom?” Penny looks aghast, “You better not have clogged the shower drain.”

“Easy,” Maverick throws a hand out over her own, “We’ve done it in there one too many times to judge.”

“Gross!” Payback rears away from the older pilot sitting next to him, “Everybody needs to stop getting laid, but if you do, don’t tell me about it!”

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causenessus · 4 months ago

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try again

part 0.3. FEELING A LITTLE DAPPER

“she still has his contact in her phone. some days she still looks through their old texts; at the last conversation they had, without even knowing it’d be their last. other days, she hovers over the delete button, but she’s never hit it. she could never sever her last tie to him. she wants to believe that maybe their lives are intertwined, sewn together in some way. she looks at the prunus mume tree right outside her office window as she cleans up the place a bit. it had to mean something, right? to her, it didn’t signify a lot, just forever. it was a heart-twisting reminder of him every time she saw it, and she wonders, did he recognize the tree? when he walked into her office and stared out her window, did he recognize it as the one that bears his favorite food? her head instinctively turns to look at it every time she passes it by, much like she used to do when she’d walk by his house when they still lived close to each other, even after they stopped talking. it’s not like there’d be anything new about the tree she hadn’t already seen; the flowers were blooming from the branches dancing in the wind, and its roots were peeking out from underneath the ground, but she still can’t help turning her head every time she walks by it. she can’t ever stop herself from looking at anything that reminds her of him. which is funny, because she sees him in everything; every song is about him, every story is about him–he was everything to her, and he still is everything. he’ll always be in her life. not a lot, just forever.”

content warning: lighthearted joke about being an alcoholic

"when you walked in, i just stood still. i said, 'i'm sorry, love, i have no will. if i try to move, i'll break and spill. tired is the burning sea that calls me to the bottom like a stone. and i'm sinking alone.'"

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extras <3

today has been a day...so if this is a crusty boring chapter i am SO sorry

i tried i promise

when the tea gossipers gc moved in they all ended up writing like a document with multiple agreements

some of which being a cycle in which they will all cook for everyone, or if they're feeling lazy, they have to treat everyone out (but there's a $40 limit on how much they have to pay, anything more than that is either split between the rest of the three roomies or they'll each pay for their own drinks. tldr; there's lots of holes and amendments to this rule)

iwaizumi (although this applies to everyone, it's mainly for him since this is required in the rest of their jobs) is sworn to secrecy because he lives with three people who all specialize in dealing with serious cases and personal lives

omi is very admant about recycling. and he makes sure to wash out everything before it's recycled so that it's done properly (i'm projecting)

the tea gossipers went out to a sushi restaurant first before akaashi and y/n agreed it was too peaceful there and they wanted to go to a bar to drink (they're both only slightly tipsy atp, y/n doesn't feel like getting blackout drunk today and akaashi debating it rn)

the peas in a pod gc went to onigiri miya once omi got home when osamu stood there listening to atsumu explain the situation and try and convince omi to text y/n while omi ignored him the entire time

and then texted y/n five minutes later bc he couldn't hold himself back anymore

and as mentioned in the beginning :) y/n has kept his contact and a pfp of him from when he played volleyball when he was younger

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wisteriaiswriting · 11 months ago

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Hello! I hope you're day has been going well! Could I request for Sova, Phoenix, Cypher, and Chamber x reader with a fear of needles. As in if they're about to get a needle they'll grab whoever's hand or arm and attempt to squirm away? Thank you and have a good week!

𝔽𝕖𝕒𝕣 𝕠𝕗 ℕ𝕖𝕖𝕕𝕝𝕖𝕤:

When you start squirming | Squeezing his hand | Aftercare

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Not sure if you wanted headcanons or a fic so there are both.

When he found out your fear he made sure he was at every appointment, never leaving through it.

Lets you hold his hand, quietly handling the pain from you squeezing.

Afterwards he’ll make sure you are okay. Carefully caring for the area with bandaids and cleaning it.

***

“Мой голубь,”

It was after your appointment with Sage, one that called for you needing some needles. Sasha made sure to stay with you the whole time, not even his hand left yours.

“Finished, are you okay now?”

He had just applied a fresh bandaid to the area, you weren’t even looking at it. Instead leaning onto him, and he let you. After all, that appointment was full of needles. And anyone who faces their fears deserves some rest, and it was well deserved tonight.

***

Мой голубь - My Dove

This man will have to be called in for you, somehow missing this fear completely.

He won’t give you the chance to grab his hand as he will reach for yours first. Joking about the pain to try distract you.

After the needles are done he’s taking you out for anything you want. If you look at something for even a few seconds it is yours, as a ‘Get well gift.’

***

“Hey hey, Sage! What was so–”

Jamie had to pause when he saw the situation, Sage was holding a Needle in one hand and the other was held out. You were leaning away from her, trying not to run away even if you so wanted to.

“Aw love, c’ere.”

Letting you embrace him as he did the same.

“Sage, the needle?”

He watched as she paused, looking at the one she held before it clicked.

“I’m sorry, but it must be done.”

He pulled you closer, into a tighter hug. Letting Sage inject the needle, when she backed away you both quickly left.

“That’s done now, how ‘bout I take you to the new store, think it was a cafe?”

He has known about this fear but due to work he wasn’t around. Causing him to rush into the room when you start squirming.

Instantly taking your hand into his gloved ones, using anything he can think of to help you. Although he can’t hide the pain well when you squeeze.

He isn’t the best at comfort, but is pretty good though. Anything that comes to mind will be told, even if it isn’t meant to.

***

",فراشة صغيرة"

Tilting your head up to see Amir’s mask, due to Sage doing the injections he didn’t remove it.

“You’re strong, don’t let a pesky needle ruin all that work.”

Throughout the appointment he spoke to you, most of the time distracting you from Sage working. And the needles themselves. Soon enough it was finished, and you didn’t realize.

“Look at that, now then, let’s go.”

***

فراشة صغيرة - Little butterfly

Medical appointments aren’t his type of thing but he’ll stay for you. Never leaving your sight or the room.

When you start squeezing his hand he will turn so you can’t see him in pain.

He’ll try his best after, so you’re being taken to the best restaurant. Even shopping after, anything you want will be yours.

***

“That wasn’t so bad was it Ma lumière,”

Even with his comments you didn’t look at him, he made it sound so easy. And it seemed he knew it wasn’t working, soon his footsteps got closer. Suddenly right behind you before his arms wrapped around your waist.

“Je suis désolée, ma chère, let me make it up to you.”

Slowly turning you around to face him,

“Dinner, dancing, I know the perfect place. And a reservation for your brave work today.”

***

Ma lumière - My light

Je suis désolée, ma chère - I’m sorry, my dear

#valorant x reader #valorant x male reader #valorant sova x reader #sova x reader #valorant phoenix x reader #phoenix x reader #valorant cypher x reader #cypher x reader #valorant chamber x reader #chamber x reader #wisteria♥

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count-alucard-tepes · 11 months ago

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How would op hotties react to forgetting their wedding anniversary with their s/o?

Haha oh lord, here comes the chaos!

S/O: “…love, this is what I got you for our special day! What you get me?”

Kizaru ✨: *realizes what day it is and hears glass crack* “…oh I thought we’d go out today…why don’t you get ready, love?”

Akainu🌋: *curses under his breath* “…I took the weekend off for us to go on a trip…what do you think?”

Ryokugyu 🌱: *raises a brow* “…special day? It’s not my birthday…I think”

Fujitora 🐅: *literally has no idea what his S/O is talking about* “…every day with you is a special day, love…which one is this?”

Sir Crocodile 🐊: *smiles nervously* “…it’s a surprise at dinner tonight…” *excuses himself to call his jeweler to get something expensive and pretty for his S/O asap*

Doflamingo Donquixote 🦩: *realizes all hell is going to break loose* “…hehe…shall we go shopping…baby? Anything you want?”

Benn Beckman 🔫: *smiles weakly* “…I was just about to make you breakfast and…clean the entire house…for a week”

Katakuri Charlotte 🍡: *blushes uncontrollably as he foresees what is going to happen* “…I need to head out for a bit…I bring it later, okay? Pinky promise”

Killer🔪: *is literally on the verge of tears because he forgot* “…I’m gonna need a moment, love” *sprints off to town to grab some flowers*

Kaido🐉: “…I’m sorry, honey! Please stop chasing me!!!?!”

King 👑 : “…dammit…I’m in trouble”

Queen👑: “…please don’t kill me”

Izou🔫🔫: *grabs his S/O and distracts them with kisses*

Dragon D Monkey 🐉🐒:

Oven Charlotte 🍞: “…babe…I’m gonna be honest…I have no idea what you’re talking about….please don’t kill me”

Buggy🤡: “…someone send help please…I’m gonna die tonight”

Marco the Phoenix 🦅: *rubs the back of his neck nervously* “…maybe we could have a picnic on the beach…I’m doing the cooking, love”

Eustass Kidd🤘🎸:

Rosinantè Donquixote aka Cora-San💕:

Who’s-Who ❤️‍🔥👹: he gets real quiet, “…uh…oh yeah…the best prize is a surprise…so…you got to wait, kitten…” *internal panicking initiated*

Gecko Moria🦇: he gets paler than he already is, “…what…special day…love?”

Iceburg💜: he’d grabs Tyrannosaurus, “…this is gift…he’s all yours and these are happy tears…”

Gild Tesoro⚜️🏅: he’d grin awkwardly and use his powers to quickly make a unique necklace, “…here you go, love…let me put it on you!”

Rob Lucci🐆: he blushes in response and tries to act cool, “…I made a reservation at your favorite restaurant, of course…for tonight…you’ll get your gift later” *he’ll get an ‘urgent’ call from work and would disappear for an hour or so to organize everything*

Karasu🐦‍⬛: he is beyond upset upon realizing that he forgot their special day. He makes up by getting his S/O’s favorite flowers and writes them a poem.

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inkwolvesandcoffee · 2 years ago

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A Possible Crossover?

Okay, so I have a huge crush on Charlie Hunnam and watched The Gentlemen for the nth time (brilliant movie, highly recommend it). And it got me thinking about a crossover with Peaky Blinders.

Totally not only watching it for him… no, really! I seriously love it.

Anyway, what about a little rivalry between two wolves, the Wolf King of Camden and Law of Hammersmith and The Blood Hound of Kensington and Chelsea?😏

Just imagine being courted by Raymond Smith, Micky Pearson’s right hand, and him trying to not let his world interfere with yours. Bottles of fine whiskey, luxurious dinners at restaurants that leave you wondering how the hell he’s able to pay for them or at his estate (which is oddly large for a man living alone), trips around the UK and Ireland (often he’ll rent a holiday home outside the city or in the countryside, preferably the latter so you’re safe and he can let his inner Wolf out without anyone seeing him).

Since meeting you, Raymond is trying to get clean entirely. No more White Widow Super Cheese. He’s asked Bunny for help and together they’re working on it.

Alfie, on the other hand, courts you the old-fashioned way by leaving you flowers, handwritten notes, and homebaked goods. He especially prides himself on his soda bread, made according to an old family recipe. There are very few people who know about it and its exquisite taste because he doesn’t sell it at his bakery. However, each time you drop by, he makes sure to serve you a sandwich made from it and give you a loaf before you leave.

Though he knows he has his own vices as well, drugs is one he’s never meddled in. Nevertheless, that’s not to say he doesn’t know about the dangers of the criminal underbelly dealing in them. As such, it makes him highly uncomfortable you’re associating with one of the top dogs (no pun intended) in the industry. Henceforth, it requires a lot of patience, suppressed growls and snarls, and hiding of fangs whenever you drop by with Ray at your side.

Alfie’s well aware you adore his bakery and he makes you your coffee exactly the way you like it. So the last thing he wants to do is ruin the time you spend there, in his most personal part of London. But whenever the other Wolf is at your side, his own floats to the surface enough to be unleashed if he loses his composure for even a split second. He’ll try his best to keep his temper in check, but the seething violence mixed with jealousy will show in how he’ll grumble his way through the conversation, shorter than usual, and avoid your gaze. Ray he just completely ignores.

Fortunately, you never fail to catch the apologetic glances in your direction nor turn a blind eye to the way he hangs his head as he offers you a basket with baked goods before you head out.

Each time it happens, he hopes you’re alone next time.

Because then he might finally have the courage to sit down for a cup of coffee with you.

Ngl, I’m kinda here for this concept. Might have a crack at it sometime soon.🤔

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#Alfie Solomons #Alfie Solomons imagine #Peaky Blinders #Peaky Blinders imagine #The Gentlemen #Raymond Smith #Raymond Smith imagine

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teddy06 · 2 years ago

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The Dagger Squad as things my dad actually did while being in the Navy

(In no particular order)

Rooster: Break into a closed zoo during a sixteen hour stop over in Australia because he and his friends had no where else to be and they wanted to see kangaroos but the zoo wouldn’t open before they left

Phoenix: Ate a live dragonfly to prove a point to a group of recruits he was training, then denied it any time a recruit that hadn’t been in the group asked if it were true, like “where do these rumors even start”

Coyote and Hangman: won too many free pitchers of beer during a competitive darts competition at a bar in the Philippines, to the point where the restaurant ran out of pitchers, they had to start giving away beer to random people, and were forcibly separated and put into new teams

Fanboy: stuck the end of a broom to the back of his helmet, put on a red shirt and painted his face to go to a Halloween party thing with his squad as Marvin the Martian, and ended up being the only person with a real costume

Fritz: Was out too late with a group of friends in San Diego and had like forty minutes to get back to his ship before curfew, but the taxi they called could only fit so many people so he opted to run back, ended up on a random trail going in the wrong direction and almost got caught by boarder patrol trying to get back into the country because he’d gone to far and ended up in Mexico

Yale: peeled an orange so that the peel was all one long piece, ate the orange and then spent several hours crazy gluing the peel back together because he was bored

Bob: was the only person to think to bring a change of clothes in his carry on whilst leaving for a deployment, and when commercial planes ended up getting their luggage mixed up and lost was the only person in his squad to have clean clothes for two weeks

Omaha: was approached multiplie times in multiple different countries by civilians speaking the native language because they had assumed he’d been from there

Payback: got into the officers line at dinner, filled a soup bowl with shrimp and a soup bowl with cocktail sauce and then went and sat with a group of recruits and kept telling them they needed to go up and get some shrimp just to fuck with them

Harvard: meticulously collected sand from ever beach his squad landed on a in little Tabasco bottles only to give up and throw them away because he decided that it was too much work and that he didn’t like Tabasco enough to keep finishing bottles of it

Halo: got so drunk at a bar in the Philippines that he started doing karaoke to a song in Tagalog; he does not speak Tagalog nor has he ever done karaoke since

#for context on my father:#he was in the navy for 22 years #mainly worked on a hovercraft unit in the 90s #and then trained recruits for a while #he was mainly stationed in California but went over seas a lot when he was active duty #he in fact was not a pilot #he is a little insane #atticus moment #Atticus stories #teddy 06 #teddy06 #top gun maverick #top gun headcanons #bradley ‘rooster’ bradshaw #jake hangman seresin #natasha ‘phoenix’ trace #robert ‘bob’ floyd #javy coyote machado #mickey fanboy garcia #Ruben ‘payback’ fitch #Neil ‘Omaha’ vikander #billy ‘fritz’ abalone #Callie ‘halo’ Bassett #brigham harvard lennox #Logan ‘Yale’ lee #there’s too many of them Jesus #if you read this far feel free to ask for context on some of these #can’t gaurentee that I can give it #but May as well attempt

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self-shippy · 2 months ago

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Selfship-tober Day 8: Terror

Content warning for a description of a dead body! Prompt made by @sennamybeloved

“Hey, Lora?”

“Hmm?”

“Can you man the fry station for a bit? I have to go to the bathroom.”

Lora nodded. “Do what you need to, Dee. I’ve got you covered.”

“You’re the best!” Dee patted Lora’s back, then ran off.

Lora sighed. I told her I could handle it, but now I have to worry about fries and taking orders… I don’t get paid enough for this.

As if on queue, Lora heard a customer pop into the restaurant. She groaned before putting on a faux smile. “Welcome to Donald’s Burgers!” she said with an obnoxious amount of cheeriness. “What can I…”

Lora’s thoughts trailed off as soon as she saw who the new customers were: none other than Phoenix and Maya.

“Phoenix!” Lora shouted. She ran up and clung to her boyfriend’s neck, nuzzling her face into his chest.

“Birdie!” Phoenix laughed. He wrapped his arms around Lora��s waist and pulled her close. “Didn’t expect to see me here, huh?”

Lora shook her head, then looked up. “It was a very pleasant surprise. I’m guessing Maya convinced you to come over?”

Phoenix gave Lora a sheepish grin. “You could say that.”

“He didn’t want to go out at first, but when I mentioned the place you worked, he agreed almost immediately!” Maya said.

Lora gave Phoenix a quick kiss. “I didn’t know I had that sort of control over you,” she said with a shifty smile.

Phoenix let out a nervous laugh.

Lora sighed. “Well, I guess I should get back to work.” She walked behind the counter. “What would you two like to eat?”

“Hey!” a voice shouted from the kitchen. “Who’s in charge of the fry pit?”

Lora gulped. “I’ll be right back,” she said with a smile, and ran off to the kitchen.

When Lora reached the fry pit, she saw what was wrong: one of the vats had been boiling, and boiling, and boiling, to the point that oil had spilled all over the floor. She gasped. “I am so sorry!” She said. “I was taking a customer’s order, and I completely forgot that I told Dee I’d handle it!”

The manager looked at Lora with a glare. “If you can’t multitask, then you shouldn’t have joined our team,” he said. “I’ll let you off the hook this time, but keep that in mind. Now clean this mess up before it gets worse.”

“Yes, sir,” Lora said with slumped shoulders. She went over to the nearest closet to grab a mop, but she noticed something odd. She had accidentally stepped in a red liquid oozing out from underneath the door’s gap. She took a step back, and could tell that whatever it was didn’t move like water moved. A pit was forming in her stomach. She took a shaky breath, and slowly opened the door.

From the lobby, Phoenix and Maya heard a shriek. Phoenix immediately knew the voice was Lora’s and, before he could think, ran into the kitchen.

“Nick!” Maya shouted. “Where are you going?”

Phoenix turned back. “You just stay here, Maya!” he said. “It could be nasty!” With that, he turned back and went deeper into the kitchen. Eventually, he found a crowd gathered around a closet door.

“Lora!” Phoenix shouted. “Lora, are you there?” He pushed through the crowd gathered around to find Lora sitting on the floor. She was physically unharmed, but had a terror-stricken face. Following her gaze, Phoenix met eyes with a dead body, just a few feet away from Lora. Despite the terrible circumstances, Phoenix couldn’t help but breathe a sigh of relief.

“Everyone, get away!” the manager shouted. “We’re closing this place up for the day!” The crowd slowly dissipated, leaving Lora, still paralyzed and staring at the body, and Phoenix, trying to get her attention.

“Lora! Lo-ra!” The manager waved his hands in front of her face. Lora still didn’t move. The manager sighed, and sat directly in front of her, firmly placing his hands on her shoulders.

“Lora, you need to step away from the dead body. Looking at it won’t do you any good. I need to call the police, but I need to make sure that you’re okay first.”

Lora’s gaze finally fell upon her manager, and she slowly nodded.

“Good. Now, go into the lobby and compose yourself. The police will ask you questions when they arrive, and I want you to be able to answer them.” He looked up at Phoenix. “I assume you know Miss Wing?”

Phoenix nodded. “We’re dating.”

The manager looked back down. “Just go with your boyfriend, Lora,” he said. “He’ll help you feel better.”

Lora slowly nodded again, and her eyes fell on Phoenix.

“Come on, Birdie,” Phoenix cooed. “Let’s get out of the kitchen. You’ll calm down better that way.” He extended his arm towards her, and she grabbed it, so lightly that Phoenix could barely feel it. He pulled her up, and led her to the seats that Maya had gotten.

“What happened?” Maya asked. “Is everyone okay?”

“Everyone except for the dead person in the closet,” Phoenix sighed. “Poor Lora was the one who found it.” He rubbed Lora’s back as she continued trying to zone back in.

“Hey, why’s everyone out here?” Dee had suddenly emerged from the bathroom. “What’s going on?”

Lora finally turned her head at a normal speed to look at her friend, and tears finally broke. “Dee, I’m sorry!” she wailed. “I didn’t take care of the fries!” She ran to her friend and hugged her tightly.

Dee gave Lora a worried look. “What do you mean? Was there a disaster in the kitchen because of the fry pit?”

“It was because Lora found a dead body,” the manager said. “I called the police already. Lora’s just going through some shock.”

Dee sighed with relief. “So it’s not your fault,” she said. “Thank goodness.”

Lora continued crying into her friend’s shoulder until the police arrived. From there, everyone was separated from each other and questioned on the events.

“Hey, pal, long time no see!” Gumshoe said to Lora. She solemnly hummed in reply. “Now, I know this’ll be hard, what with you still shocked from it and all, but I’m gonna ask a few questions about what you saw.”

At least Gumshoe’s understanding, Phoenix thought to himself. I’d hate for Lora to be stuck with someone stern while she’s like this.

“Hey! You! Are you even listening?” The cop questioning Phoenix waved his hands in front of his eyes.

Phoenix blinked furiously, then turned back to the cop. “Yes, sir,” he grumbled. I’m glad she’s not stuck with this guy.

Suddenly, another scream was let out in the restaurant. This time, it was from Dee. She was being handcuffed and taken away.

“No, I didn’t do it! It wasn’t me! You’ve gotta believe me!”

Lora jumped up from her seat, running as far as she could before Gumshoe held her back.

“Dee!” she shouted. “Deeeeee!”

#Selfshiptober 2024

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sweetyyhippyy · 2 months ago

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Get to know me! 🩷🪩

I decided to make a get to know me page because, why not! 🥰🥰

That's me! Thank god for makeup and filters. 🤣

🪩🪩🪩🪩🪩🪩🪩🪩🪩🪩🪩

Get to know me by reading my favorite things!

Color: Purple, pink, orange, yellow

Food: Mexican food (specifically tacos, rice and tamales)

Hobby: Writing, experimenting makeup

Candy: Chocolate (especially with nuts), sour skittles, jolly ranchers

Snack: Chips and salsa, spicy chips

Restaurant: Chili's, Olive Garden,

Drink: When I was drinking soda; Dr. Pepper and Root Beer. lemonade, margaritas

Scent: Vanilla, citrus, "manly" scents, clean laundry.

Sports Team: Phoenix Suns, Arizona Diamondbacks, Oakland Las Vegas Raiders

Movie: 10 Things I Hate About You, Clueless, Halloween, Final Destination (not the 4th), Friday Night Lights, Four Brothers, Disney/Pixar

TV Show: Friends, Sons of Anarchy, Modern Family, Big Bang Theory, True Crime Documentaries, Game Shows

Actor/Actress: Joseph Quinn (duh), Robert Downey jr., Sandra Bullock, Margot Robbie, Elizabeth Olson

Musician: Harry Styles, Bruno Mars (love of my life), Britney Spears, The Jonas Brothers

Season: Fall and Winter

Dislikes: Bugs, rude people, racists, homophobes, anti-trans, incels.

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sanjuwrites · 1 year ago

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WIP Wednesday

aand here's chunk from my AU that i've dubbed agent reyes, and that i'm very much in love with! this baby is now 12.2k and is officially on track to be the longest thing i've ever written, and i'm so excited to share snippets with you guys <3

TK scoffs, “I should have known that you set us up, it’s so typical of gover – ow, Judd, what the hell?” TK’s rubbing the back of his head where Judd smacked him.

“Just shut the hell up and listen to the man, will you? You’re startin’ to royally piss me off, kid.”

Carlos lets TK’s words roll off his back and flashes a smile at Judd. “It’s an amnesty deal,” he says quietly. He looks everywhere but TK’s face as he continues. “You help us use the sarcophagus to capture the head of the Cunningham crime family, and the Pheonix’s entire case file disappears – across all intelligence agencies. The CIA, FBI, MI6, the Greek NIS, and Interpol are all on the same page here. You sign this and agree to help us, and you’re a free man. Any crime you commit after the deal will go back on the record, but not as the Phoenix – but with this deal, they’re agreeing to stop monitoring hits on aliases they’ve connected to you. Like I said, clean slate.”

“I can’t – I can’t be the only one that gets off scot-free, not when I was the one that dragged everyone else into this. Nance, Marjan, Mateo, they were all just normal people until I dragged them into this – I can’t just abandon them.” TK looks flustered, waving his hands around to point at the team behind him.

Marjan steps forward and squeezes his shoulder, “Nancy and I already signed it, TK.”

Nancy picks up when it’s clear Marjan doesn’t seem to be able to continue. “We’ve been talking about getting married, and maybe being able to have a kid or two in the future. We can’t morally bring a child into a life that has so much uncertainty, and there are a lot of hoops Marj and I have to jump through before we can even begin to try. And I love you, TK, but I want an out.” Nancy’s voice wavers as she speaks, and Carlos remembers her saying she feels like she’s betraying TK by taking the deal

“Gracie and I already signed it too, T. We have someone else to worry about as well now, and I don’t want to raise this baby in a life of uncertainty like Nance said. Tommy’s been askin’ us to move down to Austin and help with Charles’ restaurant for years now, and we think it’s for the best.” Judd’s voice is quiet but full of conviction.

Mateo’s quiet and TK looks at him. “Mateo?”

“I haven’t signed it yet. I told you when you and I first started this, I was with you till the very bitter end, whether it ends like this, or with us in a supermax prison. I’m not signing if you’re not.”

Carlos hates himself a little for the way the jealousy curls her tendrils around his bleeding heart.

i'm going to tag @chaotictarlos, @detective-giggles, @alrightbuckaroo, @decafdino, @theghostofashton, @bonheur-cafe, @lemonlyman-dotcom, @taralaurel and @catanisspicy

#agent reyes 👀#sanjuwrites #tarlos #911 lone star #carlos reyes #tk strand #911 lone star fanfiction #tarlos fanfic #911 lonestar

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system4ofphoenix · 9 months ago

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System4 of Phoenix

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thegodsplayground · 2 months ago

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Like the last post of Emma and Logan talking, they are talking to each other in Spanish but I'm too lazy to translate it except for the word dad since I'm used to having Emma is Logan call Luis papá

Emma: I can't believe papá has a girlfriend and he is probably clean!

Logan: the old man is doing better than what you and Elizabeth told me

Emma: I only have a few memories of him from when I was a kid

Logan: I have only like 2 memories of him from when I was a kid

Emma: I hope the grace girl is nice and not like her

Logan: yeah... I have a few memories of her and some fears from what she did to me

Emma: that's why I hope hex murders her

Logan: *tearing up* god she traumatized me so much

Emma: same bud, you want to get some food?

Logan: mhm.. what about that one good restaurant!

Emma: the one phoenix took you to once?

Logan: yes! That one

Emma: sure bud we can go there

*Logan runs off and Emma chases him to the restaurant*

#oc #logan #logan bermudez #the gods playground #in character #emma #emma bermudez #sibling conversation #they are not arguing with each other for once #yippee

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mydisenchantedeulogy · 3 months ago

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True [Chapter One] The Invitation [Bakugou Katsuki]

Summary: Years after the war, Airi Usui is living abroad in America, helping people affected by conflict and natural disasters. She thinks nothing of her former life until an old friend suddenly contacts her. Class A is having a reunion, but Airi is not sure she wants to go, especially after she ended her long-term relationship with Katsuki Bakugou and is nervous about seeing him again.

Will this reunion change her life for the better? Or send her spiraling back into another long year of therapy?

A/n: I'll try to update this story once a week if I'm able to. This idea has been eating at me for a while.

Airi Usui is a character created by me from a previous account that I used to manage. The character of Kairi Kirishima was created by Angelleap77 on AO3, who allowed me to use her. Please enjoy.

Warning(s): OC, aged-up characters, anxiety, reunion, post-breakup, natural disasters.

A new dawn had come and the town of Falmore Tennessee began to slowly heal.

Airi, a woman in her twenties, wobbled down the sidewalk, toting a case of biodegradable bottled water in her arms. She could feel the heat of the midsummer sun beating down on her, but despite the humid weather, and her desire to escape indoors, she still had much to do.

This time last year, a tornado ranked EF-4 on the Enhanced Fujita Scale touched down in Falmore. The damage, Airi remembered, was horrific. Miles of homes and small businesses had been uprooted and reduced to rubble, seeming more like a landfill than a small rural town.

As soon as she and ‘Synergos’ (synergy), the organization she worked with arrived, Airi knew the project would be massive. Together with the civil servants of Falmore, they began the clean-up. Then came the rebuilding stage.

It was impressive in a year what together they had accomplished, Airi noted. Falmore had risen from the ashes like a phoenix into something new; something stronger. Houses were rebuilt. People began to come together and the wreckage soon took shape into an artistic environment with a Southern charm. It was lovely. But there was still work to be done.

With the case in hand, Airi took it to the site of a local business; Creekview Cafe. It had been uprooted in the tornado, one of the last mom-and-pop restaurants down the several-mile stretch in which the tornado had traveled. She sat the case down on a wooden bench near the growing foundation, then wiped the sweat from her face with a faded rag that she kept in the back pocket of her jeans.

“Hot day, ain't it?” Asked Samuel Miller as he approached, taking out a pocket knife to cut himself a bottle from the case.

He was the owner's son. A robust man who easily towered over Airi.

“I should be used to it,” she admitted. “June and July in Japan are comparable, though I admit I've become a little spoiled driving around everywhere with the AC on.”

The difference was, in Japan, she either walked or rode the train, having to deal with the heat head-on. Or the cold given the season.

Samuel guffawed, then raised his bottle.

“Thanks for the water, Airi.”

She ignored the fact he had mispronounced her name - Air-ee as opposed to Eye-ree - and smiled. It became clear when she first moved to America as an Aid Worker that few would pronounce her name right. After a while, she stopped correcting them.

“Think you can give us a little rain with that Quirk of yours? The season has been a little dry,” He added.

“I'd like to,” Airi retorted. “But unfortunately it doesn't work like that.”

Her Quirk, ‘Shape of Water’, was in simple terms just mere water telekinesis. She could move, manipulate, or otherwise interact with matter using water, but she could not naturally will the clouds to produce rain. Drawing water from the air was the closest she could do, but nothing on an advanced scale, not without consequences.

Motioning with her hand, the water lifted from his bottle and mocked her gesture, spinning into a sphere as she rotated her finger through the air.

“I can't make it rain, but I can soak you head to toe if you want.”

Samuel snorted.

“Nah, I reckon I'll manage just as.”

Airi smiled widely, then returned the water to the bottle. She thought so. Samuel returned to his task of helping with the restaurant soon after, leaving her to wander the town. For hours, she aided anyone who needed her, mostly fetching cases of water and attending to anyone showing signs of heat stroke. She was no construction worker, but there were small acts of kindness she could offer. It was her job after all.

As darkness fell and the street lamps came on, the workers retired to their homes for the night. Those without such accommodations went to the community center, one of the first shelters built. While Airi could afford to stay in a hotel room, she chose to stay at the center to save money. It was easier to help out, providing meals and comfort to those who needed it.

Aside from the public showers and the fully stocked kitchen, there was a common area, which Airi had to pass through as she strode through the doors. The walls were painted sage, a color that some claimed provided them with comfort and lined with pictures of the town before and after the tornado. Nostalgia, she assumed. In addition, there were also three rooms total; A, B, and C; meant for events and birthday parties, however at the time, they were being used as temporary housing.

Airi took up residence in room B. When she first came to Falmore, she was living cot to cot with her team and the citizens of the town. The entire population, more or less, was packed like a can of sardines. But with multiple teams working around the clock, some with a multitude of useful Quirks, the numbers soon dwindled as houses were built, followed by several small businesses and a hotel.

More than a handful of people were still homeless, however. But in another three months or so, Airi hoped to see those numbers diminish.

Quietly, so as not to disturb anyone who might already be asleep, she crept into the dimly lit room and over to her cot. Her muscles screamed in protest for her to rest, but covered in grime and sweat, Airi yearned for a shower. She gathered a to-go bag prepared earlier with extra clothes and bath products in it, then collected her phone, which had been put away.

On her way to the showers, she cut it on, watching as a multitude of notifications popped up on the screen. It was no surprise that her mother had sent her a message, she always did to see how she was doing. But what shocked her was the voice message waiting in her inbox; a message from someone she had not heard from in years.

Eager to see what Izuku wanted, Airi clicked on the message and lifted the phone to her ear.

“Hey, Airi. It's Izuku,” the voice informed her. She involuntarily smiled. “Um…so I don't know if you are too busy or not, or if you are still in the States, but I did it. I managed to plan a reunion, with Ashido's help. In a week, the majority of our graduating class is going to be in Japan. If you can make it, let me know. I hope you–”

Before he could finish, the message cut out. He ran out of time. Airi paused, standing in the hall with her phone still pressed to her ear as though at any moment, she would hear Izuku's voice again. But he was not going to say anything. She sighed, feeling a little melancholy. Saying she missed him would be an understatement; she truly did miss her friends. Katsuki especially.

The last time she spoke to him, things did not end well. How could they? Especially since she broke off her relationship with him. No, she did not do it because she wanted to, or because her feelings for him changed, but the long distance and the conflicting schedules were slowly adding tension to their relationship. Airi had no other choice. At least, she told herself.

A pang of guilt washed over her, a sentiment she thought she had long since swallowed down. Hearing Izuku's voice brought up so many repressed memories and emotions. It made her feel a little dizzy. Airi clutched her phone and took a few deep, soothing breaths.

There was a reason she moved on, the trauma was eating at her, and though she would love to reunite with her friends, she was scared of what feelings seeing them would dredge up.

It was a shame she was too busy. Her work was a good enough excuse, she hoped.

–

In the days that followed, after the voice message, Airi felt conflicted. She was starting to feel bad about her decision, though a part of her was mad at Izuku for reaching out to her. It was terribly unlike her to point fingers, especially when the reason for the issue was because of her. She was wracked with apprehension, and her work ethic was starting to take a toll.

“Airi. Hey…Airi.”

Jerking in fear, as though she had been physically shocked, Airi darted her eyes around so fast, that they stung in protest. She saw Akinori Chibana, a male with shaggy neon blue hair standing beside her in the common area of the center. He was the project manager, a foreigner, who like her, came from Japan.

“Are you OK?” He asked, staring at her in worry.

“I zoned out again, didn't I?” Airi asked. She took an uneasy breath, knowing that she had.

Annoyed with herself, she ran her fingers through her short sea-green hair, lightly tugging at the wavy strands. It happened to her a lot lately. She was lost.

“I'm sorry.”

“It's fine,” Akinori assured her. “Look, if something is bothering you, I'm here to listen.”

Airi appreciated his offer. She knew a part of the reason he suggested it was because it was his job, but on the other hand, he was a kind person. She hated to unload on him like this.

“I heard from an old friend recently. There's going to be a reunion back home and he wants me to attend.”

Akinori hummed.

“Oh. A reunion sounds nice.”

Once again, she was overcome with guilt. He did not know how much of a blow to the stomach his words were to her. She frowned.

“Yeah, it does.”

Taking her grief the wrong way, Akinori placed his hand on her shoulder.

“You should go if you want. It will be another five to ten years before there is another one if there is a chance for one.”

“I know. It's just that–”

Akinori interrupted her.

“If it's about the expenses, I can pitch in.”

It was not about the expenses, she could afford a round-trip ticket. It was about going home. She let him know that she appreciated his offer, forcing a smile.

“I'm nervous is all.”

Nervous was a loose term. She went through months of therapy to overcome her trauma after the events of her first year at U.A. High. It was why she chose the role of savior instead of fighter; the reason she ran when she had the chance; the reason she ended things with Katsuki.

To return would be awkward. She was scared her friends would not want to see her again.

“You know…I admire you Airi,” Akinori admitted. “I was ecstatic when you joined Synergos. I mean you graduated from the hero course. Going home is a walk in the park to someone like you.”

Her face heated up. She knew what he was trying to do, but it was not so simple. Still, it made her feel a little better. He was right. If only the voice in her head was not conspiring against her.

“If you aren't comfortable, don't go, but if you want to see them, now is the chance. Don't let it slip through your fingers,” Akinori stated.

He gave Airi a gentle pat on the shoulder, then left the common area, returning to work. She stood next to the door a moment longer, kicked the toe of her boot on the tiled floor, and then reluctantly reached into her pocket for her cell phone. She was going to call Izuku back. There was no way she was going to think too much about it. If she did, she was scared that she would give in to her fear.

I can do this. Just call him…come on.

Airi hesitantly made the call, pressing her phone to her ear, but Izuku did not answer. She was redirected to his voicemail and prompted to leave a message. Her throat felt dry as she heard his voice, and then the line beeped and grew quiet. She considered hanging up then, but she pressed on.

“Hey…it's Airi.” Her voice was broken and hoarse. “You can count me in. I'll see you at the reunion.”

She quickly hung up and then took a deep, uneasy breath. Her body shook in apprehension. There was no turning back now.

#my hero academia fanfiction #bakugou x oc #my hero academia fandom #bnha bakugou

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snezfics-n-shit · 1 year ago

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Sicktember Day 4: Hiding An Illness

Fandom: Ace Attorney Characters: Phoenix Wright, Miles Edgeworth Notes: Phoenix and Miles are busy men. As cases pile up for both of them, their married life seems to have switched to autopilot. Going so long without time alone has them both eager for a real date night, and this Saturday happens to be completely free on their schedules. Neither of them have any intention of letting anything get in the way of that, even if it means hiding a slowly blooming cold from an equally unwell husband. As far as the timeline goes, all you need to know is the Wright Anything Agency is very much back on its feet, almost too much.

“Shit.”

That was the only thing Phoenix could say as he stared at his reflection in the master bathroom mirror. He looked just awful. A pink gradient dusted across his cheeks, being the most intense as nearly red on the rims of his nostrils. He was supposed to look and feel irresistibly attractive for his husband on their date tonight, and here he was doing neither. Now, if it was Miles… No, no, that would be downright mean on today of all days, albeit still providing an incredibly sexy mental image.

He exhaled slowly. Surely he could do something about this.

He started with lightly applying petroleum jelly on the most obviously chapped parts of his face. He was careful not to use too much, of course, to avoid looking suspiciously oily. That alone did a lot of good, and provided welcome relief… He just had to be careful when blowing his nose, which could easily undo all this effort.

“Love? Are you alright?” Miles’s knock and calling through the door snapped Phoenix out of his silent fretting. “You’ve,” a curious pause, “been in there for quite a while.”

“Yeah, I just… I just noticed the toilet looked like it needed another cleaning!” Phoenix cleared his throat. “I’ll be right out.” He quietly slipped a travel tub of the same petroleum jelly in his suit pocket.

There needed to be an awful lot of spare cleaning supplies in the restaurant bathroom if he didn’t think of another reason for frequently sneaking off soon.

. . .

Miles was quite proud of himself once it was his turn to assess his appearance at the same mirror. He still could only barely comprehend Phoenix’s reasons for his frequent toilet cleaning; after all, he did say it came from an old habit that ran in his father’s side of the family for generations, but was no longer needed at home now that there were no worries about making good impressions when providing a place for some kind of “overseer” to stay. Unneeded or not, this habit afforded Miles with time to sneak away and make use of some stage makeup Trucy left behind after moving into her new college dorm. No, he was not going to ruin all the effort he put into looking like the picture of health by crying over the thought of Trucy no longer being a little girl.

Miles was absolutely sure Phoenix wouldn’t even notice the heavy bags under his eyes, and if he did, he would at least conclude they came from a long week of sleepless nights spent staring at his work computer. If he wore his glasses right, Miles hardly caught a glimpse of said bags in his reflection.

He had this, as he once heard Larry say, “in the bag.” He had the spare makeup in the bag, too, or rather, his suit pocket.

. . .

Well, this was going to be a disaster.

At least, Phoenix felt like it would become one as soon as he could feel his nose running just as he was settling into the surprisingly uncomfortable chair facing his husband across the white-clothed table. Miles was looking right at him, and it was too early in the date to excuse himself to the restroom yet. With how the establishment seemed to pinch pennies on these chairs, he wouldn’t be surprised if the paper towels provided would make him look worse than he felt.

“Please, forgive me, darling. I’ll be right back.” Miles excused himself, likely to the restroom that Phoenix was now definitely not allowed to use now, but at least that meant Phoenix could sneakily swipe at his nose with one of the fancy cloth napkins as soon as Miles was out of sight. Thank god, they were actually soft.

Phoenix perused the drink menu, carefully noting to avoid anything bubbly that might aggravate his already irritated throat. What would he do if Miles wanted a bottle of champagne, though? To turn it down would be even more incriminating, and speaking of incriminating, Phoenix hadn’t even thought of what dish was most accommodating for his lack of appetite.

Miles’s definition of “right back” seemed awfully loose right now, too. Phoenix worried if his husband didn’t hurry up and return, he may find himself too comfortable not having anyone’s eyes on him, only for that excessive comfort to be the night’s plans’ undoing.

Come on, come on…

. . .

“Sorry to have made you wait.”

“Huh?” Phoenix looked up. “Oh, yeah, it’s all good.”

Miles sighed in relief as Phoenix seemed to forgive his absence. He was lucky to have a husband that hardly ever asked for detailed explanations of any situation outside of the courtroom. What would he have had to say if an explanation was needed, anyway? A true answer would be that Miles had locked himself in a restroom stall to stifle a set of sneezes in a painful fashion until the need to do so finally subsided, but it being the middle of January would make for more questions than answers he was willing to give.

“So, uh, I was thinking we could order the soup first, and go from there.” Phoenix suggested. “I heard it’s pretty filling on its own, and really good, too.”

Miles squinted. Had Phoenix caught onto him? Soup sounded heavenly, and it was light, too. It was almost too perfect of an idea. Phoenix even started to look nervous just a few seconds into Miles’s evaluation of the potential order. Miles needed to navigate this with great care.

“I’d quite like that, yes.”

Judging from Phoenix’s look of relief, Miles had been successful in his carefully worded answer.

. . .

As the soup was placed in front of them next to glasses of Miles’s miraculous choice of a wine with no bubbles to be seen, Phoenix considered himself to be in the clear. It was a pretty close call, after all, when Miles squinted at him upon making the suggestion of ordering the soup.

The wine’s alcohol content even seemed to be enough to make Miles cough, which meant Phoenix could easily time his own coughs with a properly sized sip of wine. It didn’t really taste as strong to him, though, but maybe Miles was just that much of a lightweight. Perhaps he could even mask his growing fatigue as a result of the wine as well. This was so convenient.

This was too convenient.

Phoenix should have known that his husband could likely read him like a book by now. Miles had seen right through his façade and was kind enough to gently accommodate his cold without directly calling him out on being sick on the one date night the couple had been able to plan in almost a year.

Now he felt horribly guilty to have tried deceiving him. It was now time to come clean, to restore the trust he had surely made a dent in, if not broken.

“Miles, babe, I’m really sorry for—”

“No, no. You don’t have to apologize for figuring me out.” Miles assured him. So he did know Phoenix was sick, huh? “I suppose it’s time for me to come clean.”

“What? No way! I should be apologizing.”

Why would Miles need to apologize when Phoenix was the one who was hiding an illness? If anything, Miles ought to have been giving him a light lecture on how he should be at home in bed, and he would have been completely right to do so.

“Please, there’s no need to apologize for figuring out the truth. It’s what you do so well in court, after all.” Miles cleared his throat, far more roughly than he usually did. “I must admit I haven’t been well.”

Phoenix stared at his husband blankly. The stuffiness of his head did affect his hearing, but this was outside the scope of just some muffling.

“Wait, you–”

“It was wrong of me to hide that from you.” Miles looked up to find Phoenix’s face beginning to grow rather pale.

“So… You weren’t hiding that you figured out I was sick?”

“I thought you had been the one to catch me in the act.”

Maybe someday down the line, the two could laugh about this, but for now, the couple’s course of action was just getting home and into bed.

. . .

The king sized bed that Phoenix and Miles shared was now almost unrecognizable: covered in varying spare blankets, tissue boxes, and the contents of said boxes that neither of the two had the energy to throw into the garbage bin.

“Hey, you know,” Phoenix paused to blow his nose, and it felt so good to finally put full effort into doing so, “this is still kind of a date night.”

“You’re absolutely right.” Miles snuggled up closer to his husband. “If we were both in perfect health, I’m sure we would both be in bed as part of the date by now.” The roughness of his cold-affected voice made that sound even more sensual than he intended, but he didn’t mind that at all. “I hope you’re not looking forward to seeking that kind of decongestant, by the way. I’m far too exhausted.”

“Oh, believe me,” Phoenix laughed as carefully as he could to avoid coughing into Miles’s ear, “I’m beat, too.”

“How about some sleep, then?” Miles yawned. “That is, as much as we can.”

“You don’t even have to ask.”

#my writing #my fics #snez attorney #sicktember #sicktember 2023 #this got long because of all the POV stuff I hope you guys don't mind #no spelled snz bc I had no privacy sorry

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princesscolumbia · 8 months ago

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Smokin' Hot

Was having an absolutely miserable night last night, so even though I was not planning on posting this one until Monday, I felt like I needed a win so I finished it up early and shot it off into the universe. I'll be posting the next chapter of Double Isekai tomorrow, so stay tuned.

Oh, and if you haven't read the two previous stories in this series (don't worry, they're one-shots), here's the links:

The Joketsuzokunichuaan Saga

Description:

What if there was a "Spring of Drowned Warrior Woman?" And what if the Amazon tribeswomen were obligate impression procreators instead of just having a silly law about marrying outsider men who managed to defeat them?

Notes:

And, most importantly, what if you could write such a series without it being squicky 'bad end' fetish porn?

Like a Cat in Heat

Dragon's Lair

Summary:

Kasumi doesn't want to remember

Notes:

This one is...different from the other two entries in this series. If you know me at all, except for certain themes (Celestia is always Sunset's mom somehow, Ranma is always at least NB, if not transfemme, context is king, etc.) I don't like repeating things. Considering I already "repeated" Ranma's curse with Herb for "Dragon's Lair," I didn't want to give someone in the Phoenix tribe a Joketsuzokuniichuan curse and call it a day. A good part of this fic's story and structure can be laid at the feet of Tamsyn Muir and the way she told an absolutely batshit insane, totally off the wall, MAGNIFICENTLY managed Harrow the Ninth. If you haven't read The Locked Tomb yet, you won't have any idea what I'm talking about. If you have, you'll see exactly what I mean fairly quickly.

Preview below the cut:

"This," said Ku Lon to the gathered Saotome-Tendo families, "Is Plum. Yes, like the fruit. Her family have been serving as guides for Jusenkyo for as long as records of the springs have been kept. She took over from her father a couple of years ago and has been doing a far sight better a job than he did...and she's also exceptionally brave."

"Plum not know who to trust. Just know Ku Lon and Xian Pu good to Plum when mother die. So Plum come here when Jusenkyo start to dry up."

Kasumi fidgeted as surreptitiously as she could under the restaurant table. She knew she didn't really have a place at these discussions. She wasn't a martial artist, she wasn't bonded to or wed to one of the Joketsuzoku, and she didn't have any dragon blood in her family line. She was here because she was the 'matriarch,' for whatever that title was worth, of the Tendo family and so honor demanded she attend. She at least had the reassuring company of Hiroshi and Daisuke seated with her at the same table, today wearing some rather silly maid costumes in their female forms. The three of them had bonded over the fact that they had the least ability to do anything for anyone in this rarified atmosphere of condensed power and martial skill.

"Wait, the springs're drying up?" Ranma gaped, "Aint they been around for, like, thousands of years?"

Plum nodded, "Springs guarded by Joketsuzoku, kept clean by Musk, and fed by spring in Mount Phoenix. Three tribes, three legs of stool, is balancing act."

Ku Lon spoke up when confused looks spread through the non-natives to the Juusendo region, "While we don't have records of the origin of Jusenkyo, the legends of our peoples tell of the Amazons, the Musk, and the Phoenix working together in a sort of...mutually assured destruction peace treaty. The Musk would master the springs themselves, the Phoenix keeping the source of the springs safe, and the Joketsuzoku keeping the outside world from discovering the secrets of the springs. And in the middle of it all," she pointed with her cane to Plum, "The guides, only there to observe and to keep wandering visitors safe and direct them to the Joketsuzoku."

"Four months ago we got word of some serious troop movements among the Musk," Nabiki almost unconsciously put her hand on Jian's knee with a gentle squeeze, "They were positioning units in concerning ways, but once it was clear that the Joketsuzoku weren't the target, Ku Lon and I decided to take a 'wait and see' approach. We expected that if this was unprovoked Musk aggression, then the Phoenix Tribe would send someone to the Joketsuzoku to ask for help, part of the balance of power in the region. But instead...?"

"We got silence," interjected Ku Lon. "We, that is, the village sent emissaries, but they were turned away before they even got to the foot of the mountain. We then sent peace envoys to the Musk to see if they were acting on some sort of aggression from the Phoenix people, but our warriors were attacked without provocation. Fortunately, no loss of life, or else this would be a drastically different kind of meeting."

The Elder Emeritus sighed and sipped at her tea, "At least we have an idea why the Musk reacted now, if the Phoenix are interfering with the flow of the water from Juusendo, then the Musk, who use the springs regularly for their...barbaric purposes, would have noticed first. Why they didn't come to us..."

"Because my father is a fool," snapped Jianren. "He believes that men, and specifically the Beast Warriors of the Musk, are all that anyone needs for true power. He will see this as a personal attack against him, specifically, and everyone else is complicit in the crimes he imagines are being committed against him."

"Idiotic old lizard," grumbled Ku Lon, "What is more distressing is the news that the Kaisufuu has been found." At the expected blank looks, she explained, "There are two artifacts that were created to work in tandem with the Springs of Jusenkyo. The Chiisuiton, or Locking Ladle, and the Kaisufuu, or Pot of Liberation. When a silly young prince," Ku Lon nudged Jianren gently with the head of her staff, "So foolishly thought the best way to acclimate himself to the sight of a naked woman was to use his people's traditions to make a mistress of a monkey," Jian had turned beet red and was clasping her free hand over her eyes, her other hand held by an impishly smiling Nabiki, "He, now she, fell victim to the Locking Ladle, which was then lost when Ha Bu fled rather than deal with the ongoing shame of being a princess in a land where women were considered to be barely above animals."

"Legend said that the two artifacts will point the way to each other," Jian interjected, "I thought to take the ladle and pail with me to find the kettle, but then I was ambushed by some highwaymen in the deep backwoods of China. I overpowered them, but the pail and ladle were lost in the battle. That...that was the moment I swore off my birth name and became Jianren."

Kasumi watched as Nabiki leaned into her wife and the two cuddled for a bit. To her left, Hiroshi and Daisuke looked on as well, satisfied smiles like book-ends on their faces.

"Given the kettle was lost centuries ago," continued Ku Lon when it became clear that Jian wasn't going to say anything further, "It is only reasonable to conclude that the pail and ladle were recovered somehow and then used to track down the Kaisufuu. If only one artifact was the possession of either the Phoenix or the Musk, it would be bad. But given the Musk have been behaving defensively and the Phoenix have halted the flow of the springs, we have to assume that the Phoenix tribe has both artifacts and are preparing to use them for some reason we cannot know without more information."

The more experienced warriors, politicians, and martial artists began speculating, though it was clear they were going to be talking in circles. Kasumi looked over to the other two girls at the table and reached out, clasping Hiroshi's hand, "You don't have to do it, you know."

They both turned to her with confusion etched on their faces. In a bit of the puckish karmic humor Jusenkyo was known for among those who studied the magics of the springs, where Daisuke had the more common dark black hair of most Japanese men and Hiroshi had lighter, shaggier brown, almost blond hair as a man, as women their hair colors were nearly exactly reversed, though Daisuke's girl-form hair was closer to dirty blond than light brown. They had similar builds to each other, which had led to some interesting clothing swaps on occasion. Of course, they both had a masculine sense of feminine modesty, which is to say nearly non-existent, a fact for which Nabiki and Jianren had taken shameless advantage of over the years.

"What're you talking about, Kas-chan?" asked Daisuke innocently.

Kasumi just swept Hiroshi's hand into a two-handed grip and bore into the part-time woman's eyes with her own, "You know Jian is capable of taking care of herself, even against her father. Please, you know how much it will hurt Jianren, and Daisuke and Nabiki will be heartbroken."

The two boys-turned-girls looked at each other with sad, defeated expressions. "C'mon, Kas-chan," drolled Hiroshi as she turned to the older woman, "You know that's not how this conversation went."

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