#anyway. this is where my mind goes when left to wander

[thereareeyesinsidethetrees]

have i told anyone about my bizarre headcanon that the nightmare realm is alive, is represented by a giant serpent-esque thing, and ‘recycles’ fords when it deems it needs to?

[sirxlla]

The Qilin Test

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Warnings: Fluff

Prompt: Meeting all Damian's pets (minus the dragon bat he apparentally has 😀 [im concerned for him a bit]) requested by @alexamars17

Notes: The title is a Harry Potter reference, Female Reader, italics are actions and thoughts.

-With that said it's all under the cut-

Meeting a billionare's son online was probably not on your bingo yard for the year... Definitely not something that Damian would ever think would happen but alas Jason had set up a dating profile for his little brother. (No matter how old Damian got Jason always called him his little brother cuz he knew a pissed him off.)

"Online datings tragic at best or its for casual sex, no one actually finds anyone that way." Damian rolled his eyes as his brothers attempts to get him back into the dating pool.

"Come on it'll be fun and plus you're more tolerable when you have a girlfriend." Jason just wanted him to try it, Damian had been miserable for months after Raven left him.

"Plus you wont have to worry about her reading your mind and shit cause chances are she'll be human and she wont be able to do that hoodoo voodoo stuff on you."

"Fine, Todd but if this goes south..." Damian huffed unhappy, Jason had probably made it all stupid in general and was doing this as some sorta prank or something.

"Just try it." Jason handed Damian his phone back, the profile was actually set up fairly nice considering Jason did it. It was clear to Damian at that moment that Jason was serious, a little light shone through the broken state of his heart that Raven left him in.

It had been months since Raven and he really had loved her but she had looked inside and saw memories he didnt want anyone to know about...Then she threw them in his face during an argument. He still loved her but he couldnt be with someone who chastised him for his past.

Anyways, he decided to give this a try and he found the girl that he just instantly clicked with. He could talk about whatever was interesting to him and she had no issue talking back to him about it. He was talking booby traps, grave guns and how during WW2 they would make bombs out of things that look like regular objects...

Damian found himself thinking about her during the day and he found himself staying up late just so that he could talk to her. They met up once but they were both extremely nervous and that was extremely obvious, the date had got cut short because of paparazzi...you know with him being Damian Wayne and all?

The next time he met you he decided that it would be a really good idea to introduce you to his pets, pets tended to make things go a lot smoother and everyone was a lot less nervous around a pet. He was so nervous that Titus might not like you...Bat-Cow liked everyone and Alfred was a cat so he was to be expected of a cat.

You came over to Wayne Manor where he told you to meet him, gentlemanly he opened your drivers side door for you and held out his hand. Reaching out to grab his hand you got out of your car and walked behind him, your hand still in his, he was suprisingly so gentle.

"Okay so I have three pets...I'll show you the biggest and most loveable- I mean they all are really but everyone loves her." He guided you through the yard and twords the little barn area he had built especially for her and your mind wandered to curiousity.

Damian keeps your hand in his so you dont trip cause its a little slick. Good thing he told you to dress casual. He gently guided you in and you saw the big white and brown cow.

"Oh, My- Wow. Oh, she'd beautiful! And so cute." You squealed over the cow. Each word that you said made him fall deeper and deeper into the love that you was already feeling for you.

"She's got a little bat symbol around her eyes that's why we call her BatCow." Of course you could only tell you partially what the reason was cause he hadn't told you his entire family is full of vigilantes.

"Oh, my god! Thats so cute and so clever!" Your eyes lit up as he explained that, his broken heart was being quickly mended and put back together by you, it swelled at the sound of your amusement.

Damian let you feed her and pet her for a bit before asking if you wanted tonmeet his other animals. This is where he was nervous, Titus listed with little issue but of courss but he was still worried about him liking you.

Using your hand he guided you up twords the manor. Of course you were in awe cause this place was beautiful so he walked slow. Once he got in he whistled and the dog came with little issue, Titus was well trained and well behaved but he definitely made his opinions very obvious.

Titus sniffed around her to see how he felt about her, curious sniffs quickly turned to him yipping like a puppy and turning around to get his toy for you to throw.

Damian smiled, the tension in his shoulders dissipating. He had never seen him act like this with someone that he just met but he seemed extremely happy and extremely trusting of you. Considering most people say that dogs can tell what type of person someone is without even being around them for long, this was a good sign.

Titus came back with the toy and you threw it and he went and got it and brought it back, yipping and wagging his body and tail. Whilst you and Titus played Alfred the Cat decided to come out abd brush up against you.

"Was this a dream?" Damian almost asked himself cause of how well it was going.

"Awww, Hello little kitty!" You doted on both his indoor pets instantly like they were your own and his love for you just increased ten fold, he'd never let anything hurt you not now when he was so completely enthralled with you.

"That's Alfred Pennyworth the cat, he's named after the butler and this is Titus." He introduces the animals formally.

"They're just the cutest little guys." You were just so happy and they were just so adorable.

"Little guys?" He thought, he didnt even notice the smile on your face and the way you treated every animal as if it was as small as a chipmunk and how they all got equal love. If he didn't know you were the one before, he definitely knew now.

Over time Titus took on the role of protecting you the same way he protected Damian. Both you and Damian too care of Bat-Cow and Alfred came and went as he pleased, if you sat still long enough he coiled himself up ontop of you. Damian had his own little perfect family and it was even remotely complete without you.

(Send me prompts if youd like.)

Masterlist

[wolfdykeviolet]

Ever since she found this strange book, she has been so intrigued with the secrets contained within it. So many interesting rituals and spells recorded inside.

It's all bogus, naturally. But it's pretty bogus, written in gorgeous fonts and with - honestly? - pretty hot drawings sketched in.

But there's one spell there that she has not been able to get out of her mind... The Body Takeover.

For the past week and a half it's been weighing on her mind constantly. Like she's drawn to it, her mind keeps wandering to that page in the book.

Fuck it. It's bogus anyway, but might as well try, right?

But who to try on, she wonders. She would need a hair of her "hopefully willing subject", as the book so optimistically puts it, so there's only a couple of options really. Definitely not mom and dad, that's for sure. It's gotta be either her girlfriend - no, can't do that, she's too busy and is barely coming over anymore - well it's got to be her then.

When nightfall arrives, she waltzes over to their shared bathroom, scans for her little sister's hairbrush, and plucks a few strands out from it. "This is so awkward" she thinks. But, well, it's bogus, right?

She retreats back to her room and gets to work. She prepares everything as it's shown in the book, she lights the candle in the middle of everything else, and chants the words inscribed on the page. Once she's done, she takes the strands of hair and lays them down in the flame.

That nasty smell of burning hair immediately hits her nose, it causes her to tear up and blink a few times. Once, twice, three blinks, and her room goes dark when she opens her eyes again.

She's in bed now? So was this just a dream? She exclaims "huh?" then her eyes grow wide when the voice coming out of her is not her own, but her little sister's sweet voice. This is her sister's room.

It worked?! She frantically looks around the room, barely lit by the moon peeking through the blinds. By her side, on the bed, lies a book. Is that...? It must be her journal. She shouldn't, she knows she shouldn't, but, she literally is her little sister right now, so why shouldn't she?

She gets up and takes the diary over to the desk, flicking on a little light, and skips to the most recent page. She's in disbelief at what she sees.

"I don't know what to think anymore. She's been looking at me all day again. But even more than she had been the last two weeks. I feel so seen by her. Does she know? Has she figured out my massive crush? Does she think I'm a disgusting freak and now she's always judging me? Not a minute goes by anymore where she isn't on my mind. I touched myself again to the thought of her last night but the thoughts are getting worse, I wish she would just barge in and kiss me and take me and not give a shit about what I think and- fuck, get it together! Of course she wouldn't. I'm the worst. But she still treats me the same as always, so at least she hasn't let on that she thinks I'm such a fuckup. I love you sis..."

The rest of the page is filled with tiny scribbles and the words "I love you big sis" repeated a few times, increasingly more disordered, until it ends.

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A few days later, she texts her little sister the words "I love you little sis", waits a few minutes, then takes over her body again. The spell has become easier; she does not react so strongly as she did last time to the burning, and smoothly glides over into her sister's body.

This time, she awakes not to her sister calmly resting, but to her touching herself with one hand while the other keeps the phone in hand, with one message highlighted. "I love you little sis".

"Holy shit, she's wetter than I've ever been" goes through her head as she picks up where her little sister left off. Her fingers are a bit clumsier, she doesn't know what spots feel best to this body, but as if this body naturally reacted to the presence inside it, it feels absolutely electrified. Like it senses those fingers aren't truly hers. The love for her big sister has etched itself so deeply into her that even her body instinctively reacts this viscerally to just her big sister's spirit.

It doesn't take long for her to orgasm, and oh what a big one. Her mind and body go into overdrive as she takes this body above its peak. She shakes and whines and whimpers until her body goes limp. Her own body could never feel this good.

She pants, spent from making her little sister cum this hard. She gets one last idea and, with a malicious grin, grabs the phone and snaps pictures of her bare body, trying to keep all the important bits censored. Trying, because her hard nipples are clearly on display in some of them. She sends those pictures over to herself as a reply to the "I love you" message, captioning them "I am thinking about you big sis".

Oh she's going to have so much fun with this.

[darknessisafriend]

Hello love! Hope ur doing well. Let me start by saying that I adore ur fanfics! I've been a fan for years now, and seeing commodus trending again is so funny, but I'm here SO here for it!

Anyway, back to my original request: i wanted to ask u if u could do nr 4 on the smut promt list 2! If u could make the reader like an old friend or something, who's just visiting? I hope u get the gist. 😢

Nothing non con, just extremely smutty 😋

Thank u so much!!!

Hello dear! thank you so much for your words, goes straight to my heart <3 I'm so happy to see Commodus trending as well, he deserves it and if the first movie had come it in 2024, he would have an even bigger fanbase ahaha! anyway here's your request, I hope you will enjoy it, there is even a bit of humor in there ;)

Little reminder, request n°4 is :messy drunk sex that is then forgotten the morning after (old friend visiting or someone close to him, full consensual)

The morning after

“Brother, I haven’t seen you that eager since your ascent to the throne.” Gently teased Lucilla with a smile, putting her hand on his shoulder to make him stop pacing around. The young emperor was holding a letter between his hands.

“Lucilla, I haven’t heard from Y/N since that summer in Lanuvium 4 years ago! She is saying in her letter that she traveled and developed a business with her father in the north but now she is on her way back to Latium, to Rome!” he exclaimed joyfully, unconsciously pressing the letter to his chest, closer to his heart, his mind wandering to the moment where he would meet you again.

“When is she going to arrive?” asked Lucilla, smiling, it would distract her brother, he needed to relax and if you could bring him some moments of peace, then so be it.

“I don’t know. She could arrive before sunset, or next week…damnit.” He cursed, now getting anxious. He wanted to welcome you the best way he could, some way to impress you.

Commodus became then insufferable for days, every day on the edge, wanting things to be ready in case of your visit, hoping his welcome would please you, hoping he would still please you. You hadn’t seen each other since he had ascended to the throne, he had changed, grown…what if you didn’t want to be friends with him anymore? What if you were by displeased him now just like he had displeased the others? He lost sleep once again, spending hours looking at the horizon, or standing alert every time he heard a messenger walk through the corridors, expecting the news of your imminent arrival.

It was only days later, during a hot day, when the air was thick and unbreathable as Rome was every summer that the news came. Commodus was sitting at his desk, but he was having a hard time getting any work done, the tiredness added to the heat dampening his clothes despite the many cool baths he took; the fan waved by the slave was like a fan waving heat from a pit. No water could quench enough his thirst.

“Your highness. Someone presented herself at the entrance of the palace. She shows no invitation, but she claims to be Y/N. That you are expecting her.” The messenger spoke, giving a letter to Lucilla who read it first, smiling, before handing it to her brother.

“She is finally here. Allow her in.” Lucilla commented to the messenger. Then, she looked at her brother, his excitement growing yet he remained on his seat, quill in hand “The Empire can wait a day or two. You and I both know there is nothing urgent that needs tending.” She reassured him, gently taking away his quill.

“You are right Lucilla.” He beamed and stood up in haste “Make sure preparations are made for tonight’s party.” He requested as he left through the many corridors and halls of the place, servants struggling to keep up with his fast pace, trotting behind him.

Finally, you came into his view, escorted by your own servants. You were dressed the roman way but wore a few exotic jewels from the various areas you traveled to. Commodus marveled at the sight, he had much to ask you and much to tell as well.

“Y/N! my dearest friend!” he beamed loudly, rushing to you with open arms. Not caring of social norms once again and embracing you tightly, not allowing you to bow to him.

“Commodus! How good it is to see you!” you exclaimed, returning the hug, smiling. How much you had missed him, how much he had changed! “My apologies for not giving you a proper time of arrival…” you apologized, knowing he surely had a busy schedule.

“No need. Traveling is something hard to quantify precisely. I have been waiting for you for days and now that you are here…it was more than worth it.” He smiled, taking your hand and kissing it. “Come with me, we have much to talk about and tonight we shall celebrate our reunion!” he announced, all joyfully, leading you to your quarters and when you were ready, to the gardens.

The both of you sat for hours in the gardens where the plants and fountains brought a bit of freshness, just like seeing each other again. You told him about your travels, your business, everything you hadn’t told Commodus about. As for your friend, he confined about his ascending to the throne, his many difficulties and his hopes; how good it felt to talk so openly without judgement.

“Is cutting your hair a requirement to become emperor?” You gently teased him, your fingers trying to find a few long curls, you loved those.

Commodus blushed, giggling “It isn’t. But I do know that in this damn city, having short hair is a sign of having control over myself. If that can make the senators shut their mouths, I will keep it that way for a little while. Until I give them another reason to fuss about my reign.” He grinned. Here he was, that playful man you knew, loving to provoke, stubborn, sly.

“All I can say is that you are doing wonderfully for business. My affairs are flourishing. People are going to live and cultivate lands in the north of the empire. All thanks to the way you secured the main trade routes and borders.” You praised him with the reality you lived, you have the privilege of being able to be fully honest with him, for good and bad.

He cocked an eyebrow pleased “What is good for you is good for me then…” there was a flirty tone in his voice; something you were used to; it had always been a game between the two of you. “I could involve you even more within the affairs of the empire, you could be my hand in the north for resources…for the army and the palace…” he murmured on the tone of confidence, his eyes slowly detailing your face, he always came up with many brilliant ideas.

“If you secure me better protection for the goods I import in Rome…gladly, your highness…” you breathed, your eyes shining with interest.

“Consider it done, my lady.” He briefly bowed his head before standing, it was past sunset already. “Come, let us not make the court wait for too long. They need plenty to gossip about.” He smirked, offering his hand.

Commodus wasn’t lying when he spoke about imperial parties, full of politicians, courtesans, following your every action, detailing your outfit and judging the words that you use, gossiping behind your back. “How exhausting that must be.” You commented to your friend as you drank some wine and ate olives.

“I try not to pay attention to it. But it proves harder to do than planned.” He chuckled, saluting from afar senator Falco. “These receptions are boring anyway; we are here to celebrate our reunion. Let’s make it memorable.” He grinned, requesting for his cup and yours to be filled. “Do not retain tonight! Wine and food will be served until you can’t stand no more!” he announced, lifting his cup in the air, sign for the musicians to start playing something more inviting to partying. People cheered, instantly relaxing and letting go of social norms, thanks to their emperor’s will. Commodus leaned closer to your ear “See? They were just waiting for my signal to get lost into vice.” He whispered amused, clinking his cup to yours.

The night was filled with laughter and cheers, between the alcohol never ceasing to fill your veins, the exotic dancers making you blush, the divine food that you missed dearly, and the company of your best friend. It was perfect. He enjoyed himself as much as you did; you could tell he hadn’t relaxed in a while and tonight, in your company, he felt like he could finally let go. It was like a breath of fresh air, the wine was intoxicating, allowing Commodus to be himself, singing songs he enjoyed, pranking senators as well.

“My dear, you are sent by the gods. My light to guide my path to Elysium!” recited Commodus as he joined you on a balcony to enjoy the fresh temperatures of the night.

“Please don’t die already, life would be incredibly boring.” You laughed, taking his hand and kissing it affectionately. Commodus approached, making you lean against the edge of the balcony, his hands resting on each side of the stone, trapping you between his arms.

“If you didn’t die with me, death would be incredibly boring.” He re-used your words, giggling “We are invincible, no one can take us down. We are blessed by the gods!” he cheered loudly, spilling his wine on the ground, laughing before leaning closer to you, his forehead resting against yours. Now his warmth against your body was all you could feel.

“How come you are without a husband?” he suddenly asked, his eyes boring into yours.

“I didn’t find one worthy of it. How come you are without a wife?” you retorted, amused. You were telling the truth; you felt much better by yourself.

“I could be your wife.” he answered seriously, making you burst out laughing.

“My wife? I didn’t know you hid the body of a woman under that tunic?” you pulled on his tunic as if to lift it, making him laugh at his turn.

“I-I am not a woman. I am very much a man…I could even show you…” he flirted, he was so close, his nose brushing against yours. He licked his lips, angling his head to kiss you.

“Ah…Commodus...” you giggled, cupping his face and giving him a quick kiss, affectionate, then a few more, then letting the emperor do the same in return, the both of you lightly laughing between kisses.

“We should go elsewhere…” he suggested against your lips, his hand coming to rest on your hips.

“I agree…” you breathed, parting from him and taking his hand. The both of you passed through the crowd, most people were too drunk to notice your closeness or anyway would excuse it to a drunk state.

Commodus led you to his quarters, to his private baths, capturing your lips once again as the doors closed behind you. This time the kisses were slow, yet hungry, sloppy, intoxicating. You pressed Commodus against the wall he undressed you, his hands exploring your body, groping your butt.

“How nice to have baths constantly ready for you…” you breathed, caressing his muscly chest, the heat of the night making his skin damp.

“I love taking baths to be honest.” He giggled “Hey come back…” he protested with a pout as you parted from him, going towards the baths, mesmerized as he watched you take off your undergarments.

“Last one in the bath is a filthy barbarian!” you challenged with a grin, almost loosing your balance as you walked on the wet mosaics and jumping in the bath before Commodus, exhaling at the cool temperature of the water.

“You cheated!” he exclaimed, jumping behind you, water splashing all around as he landed in the water.

“Commodus?” you called after a few seconds, rubbing your wet eyes and looking around, where was he? Until you cried out, when someone grabbed your legs, making you choke on water, Commodus’ head emerging from the water “You idiot!” you exclaimed, splashing his face.

“I was actually drowning! it’s a bit…spinning all around me...until I found your legs.” He laughed, totally reckless. In fact, the both of you were.

“Now...back to business…” you breathed grabbing his face and pulling him for rough kiss; this time he was the one pressing you against the walls of the baths, holding himself somewhat steady. Your breast brushed against his chest as he did a motion of up and downs with his hips, rubbing his hard manhood between the lips of your slit. You parted your legs, moaning as he gave you pleasure; your hand went to bury in his dark hair, massaging his scalp slightly while your mouth went to his neck, kissing it sensually, nibbling his skin, even sucking it, finding yourself wanting to mark him.

His hands traveled from your waist to your thighs, grabbing them and lifting them to have a better hold, the both of you were panting, your breaths mixing together in this intoxicating scent of expensive wine. Commodus kept rubbing against you, his moans and water splashing repeatedly resonating in the room as his pleasure increased. He tried a few times penetrating you, but his balance was terrible and yours too, barely holding onto him. Still, you came a first time from that mutual masturbation, Commodus almost drowning in the water as his legs gave in “Stay with me…we should…go to bed…” you giggled, out of breath, supporting him to get out of the water then he pulled you out as well.

“I agree…it’s spinning too much here.” He replied, catching you as you slipped on the wet floor once again, the both of you holding hands and laughing or groaning as you kept slipping on the ground.

You walked through the corridors of the place, naked, thankfully there wasn’t much distance from his bedroom, so the only unfortunate witnesses to that scene were just a few servants. You hurried to the bedroom, collapsing on the huge bed with the emperor “How comfy…” you purred, rolling on the softest sheets you had ever laid on.

Commodus caught your waist with a chuckle, water dropping from his wet hair onto your chest as he came on top of you “It is yours now, I shall have one made for you!” he cheered, settling between your legs again but you playfully made him lose balance, and came to sit astride him.

“I will take care of you, highness.” You grinned, lifting yourself up a bit as you grabbed his dick, guiding it inside you. You bit your lower in pleasure, giggling as Commodus moaned, rejecting his head back, his hands gripped you hips when you lowered yourself onto him, your hands resting on his pectorals to support your weak balance as you started rolling your hips.

“Oh yes…feels so good!” he grunted, his eyes half closed as he watched your tits bounce. The bed was creaking a bit, your ride was not gentle, it was messy, raw, the only objective was to reach climax before one of you passed out or threw up. “Faster…faster please…I’m almost…!” whimpered your partner; drunk sex was the shortest in terms of stamina, especially that the two of you had been aroused for a while already.

After a short while, you rolled over, a little bit too quick, feeling Commodus’ seed drip between your thighs, you groaned at the sticky sensation, but the room was spinning too much around you to care to clean up. Your lover of the night crawled to your side, hugging you tight as he rests his face on your breast, both of you breathless, your eyes becoming heavy. Yet it was hard to sleep with such dizziness.

“Commodus? Are you asleep yet?” you asked after a while, turning over to face him.

“Hmmmm no…what…?” he asked sleepily, he fact he was struggling not to fall asleep. You caressed his cheek, then took his hand, guiding it to your butt.

“We should totally try from behind.” You whispered, which had the instant effect of waking him up. The more time passed the more the two of you were getting messier, clumsier and uncontrollable.

The morning after…

“ACHOO!” you sneezed loudly, the action waking you up. But the moment you opened your eyes, the light gave you a bloody headache. You groaned, putting a hand over your eyes to shield them and shivering a bit, did it rain last night? You wondered about the humidity of your hair and sheets.

Then, you felt it, an arm tightening around your waist, pulling your naked body closer to a muscular chest. You froze, did you have sex last night!? With whom…oh you praised the gods it wasn’t some old senator. So, you turned around to face your bed companion, blinking a few times to get adjusted to the light.

“Commodus?” you exclaimed in surprise, lifting the sheets, the both of you were indeed naked!

“It’s cold damnit…!” he exclaimed, opening his eyes with difficulty and landing onto your flustered face and…naked body, why were you naked?  “Oh…how did we…?” he asked, the sheets were wet, he noticed your knees were bruised, making you wince as he passed his fingers over it, then noticed dried white flakes on your inner thighs. He turned red, looking around, there were no men here except himself, he had done this to you!

“I guess…we drank more than we thought…argh my butt hurts.” You muttered, not really daring to look him in the eyes either, wondering what had led to this, no, why the room was such in a terrible state and why you didn’t remember a thing.

“From what I see it makes sense that it hurts if we... Now why do I have bruised hips and why does my butt hurt too?” he exclaimed confused, until your eyes met his, realization hitting you both. “Oh.” You pinched your lips, trying to contain the laugh that was building in your chest until you couldn’t retain it anymore, bursting out laughing “Y/N! It is not funny! It’s…” protested Commodus, flustered his cheeks red before softening a little bit at the sound of your laughter, seeing you smile, not angry or disappointed. “I... admit it is perhaps amusing.” He smiled shyly before chuckling, opening his arms to let you snuggle against him. No matter what happened during that night, a one-time thing or perhaps the start of something regular…he didn’t regret any of it and neither did you.

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[princessbrunette]

brother’s best friend!rafe is on my mind every minute of every day 😵‍💫 fucking in the most obvious places & reader is trying her absolute best to not make a sound, but rafe isn’t having it - he literally goes to POUND TOWNNN & the moans just pour out her poor mouth !!! :(

also, can i be clawdeen wolf anon? (i love monster high❤️‍🔥).

i misread the request i know i know pls

🎀🩰♡🌸୭

“i swear, you wanna get caught, don’t you? yeah, that shit gets you off, doesn’t it?” rafe pants, his dresser banging against the wall rhythmically from where you’re sat on top of it, his hips thrusting into you. he hadn’t even shut his bedroom door.

you’d been outside with sarah all day, lounging by the pool. rafe wasn’t that discreet about his attraction towards you, wandering out onto the the porch to stare you down in your little bikini. sarah had quickly shooed him away, yelling something about him being a perv which he didn’t deny — turning back around in disinterest with an eye roll, sipping his drink as he meanders back inside. but now, after you’d told her you had to grab something from your bag in her room — she’d left you to her own devices inside tannyhill.

“no! we — we can’t, i feel— mmph— feel terrible!” you whimper, wrapping your arms around his shoulders as he destroys your little cunt, bikini bottoms pushed to the side, toes curling at his lower back.

“really? really. ‘cos to me it seems like you feel pretty good.” he whispers, smirk threatening to twitch at his lips as he switches over to rolling his lips languidly instead of thrusting incessantly. your jaw drops, forehead falling to press to his shoulder and you watch him fuck into you, whining as quietly as your body will allow you.

“she can’t know.” you reiterate in a shameful whisper, trembling when his hand presses between you, thumbing at your clit.

“wont know unless you tell ‘er.” he pants, speeding up again chasing his own high. “hey, you’re the one that likes sneakin’ around so much maybe we should tell her huh? — oh saraaaah!” he calls fairly loudly, turning his face to the open door knowing his sister was outside, likely not to hear him.

you gasp anyway, slapping at his chest making him lose his rhythm and he chuckles boyishly, grabbing you a little tighter so you stop fighting him. “you’re fine.” he reassures, lips hovering over yours as he continues to fuck you, about to kiss you.

“the fuck do you want rafe?” sarah’s voice is suddenly not far at all, half way up the stairs and your eyes widen in panic, shoving him away and jumping off the dresser. he presses his lips together in irritation, yanking his shorts up, sure to tuck his erectjon the right way, so that it wasn’t apparent. as her footsteps draw closer to the already open door, rafe grabs you by the shoulders and stuffs you behind it — opening the door fully to conceal you. she arrives, and he comes up with some bullshit excuse, saying he didn’t need to ask her what he was going to ask before.

she asks if he’s seen you and he shrugs, probably way too exaggerated and theatrical with his mouth turned downwards.

“why the hell would i know where she is, huh?”

sarah’s eyes subconsciously glance around his room. “she said she was coming upstairs to get something from her bag. did you say something to her? it’s bad enough you stare at her all the time like a total creep, but i swear to god rafe if you said anything to—”

“the fuck are you pointing fingers for? i said i haven’t seen her.” he argues back, more convincing this time. “last time i did see her in the house, she was saying she didn’t feel too good. maybe you just missed her.” he explains slowly, calmly. you barely breathe behind the door.

the explanation wasn’t quite adding up, and sarah’s brows furrow, eyeing her older brother. he stares back, knowing if he looks away it’ll be a cause of concern. she’s distracted by his overall appearance, the usually well groomed boy stood before her a little sweaty and red in the face, hair dishevelled and stuck to his forehead.

“whats up with you?” she asks in disgust and he rolls his eyes, waving her away.

“nothing is up with m— get out of my room, go.” he walks her back and she rolls her eyes, storming away.

“i’m not in your room, idiot.”

“shutup.”

he watched her disappear before slowly closing the door, turning to you with a growing smirk.

“i’m going to hell.” you whisper.

“well until then, she thinks you’ve headed home so… guess i got you to myself for the rest of the evening.” he closes in on you, pressing your back to the door and cupping you over your bikini bottoms once more, free hand pawing at your tit. “gotta be quiet though, alright? stakes are higher now. don’t wanna ruin all the fun.”

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[skatingbi]

So hear me out on my headcanon guys:

Sanji with heterochromia (i cant spell that fuckin word man..) where one eye is blue and another is brown. He always hides the blue eye.

The first one to notice is Zoro, who is immediantly like "holy shit youre eyes are pretty" and sanji is like "what the FUCK"

Actually fuck it im gonna write about this nobody can stop me.

Sometimes, on lonley nights in the gallery, when Sanji is busy prepping, he looks in the reflection of his knife. Underneath the frizzy mess of a fringe that is part of his hair reveals the blue eye he struggles looking at. He stares, scrutinizing that light blue in the gleam of his knife gripped tightly in his hand. He looks away to force his attention back on prep work. His hands are always slightly unsteady after those moments. He always ends up with a cut on his hand one way or another on those nights.

When Sanji was a kid, his brothers would use his heterochromia as a weapon against him. He was the freak with two colored eyes. They would say his blue eye was creepy, too. Not only was he weak but also too different to be called their brother.

When you're a kid, you take these insults to heart. Eventually, when you're barely into adulthood, they'll still plague you. They become a part of you, just like how Zeff's teachings became a part of Sanji.

Judge looked at his eyes with disgust masked by indifference. It was another reason for Sanji to assume why he was the failure. The outcast. The runt of the litter.

His mother had blue eyes. She always claimed Sanji got his blue eye from her because her father had heterochromia, too. That was the only time little Sanji felt normal. When she died, Sanji started to grow out his hair to hide the only thing he had left of her: her eyes.

Now, Sanji still hides her eyes from view. Realistically, Sanji is fully aware that none of the crew would give a rats ass what he looked like. Regardless, old habits die hard. He feels safe under the mask he made for himself. As he goes about preparing lunch, perhaps grilled sea king again with how luffy is always eager to fight those things, he lets his mind wander to his eyes more. While hands expertly move through his knife like an extension of his body, he thinks about the mess of blond hair that's always in the way. He'd never admit it out loud, but his hair actually bothers him. Since it started growing out, it gets everywhere; his mouth, in his eyes, and tangled in the buttons of his shirt. Is sanji happy with his longer hair? Absolutely. It's a nusiance to leave it down constantly, though.

As he's thinking this, he's blowing the fringe of hair covering his face out of the way every so often so it stops tickling his nose. He continues to evenly slice through a portion of sea king meat until somebody, Nami he realizes immediantly, speaks up.

"Do you need a hair tie, sanji?" Nami asks sweetly. Her smile is radiant, as always, while she looks up from the map shes been studying. Sanji didnt even realize Nami came in and made the kitchen table into a study until now, but he doesnt dwell on it. Nami is welcome in his kitchen, after all.

"Oh no, thank you, Nami-swan! I think I just need a haircut soon," Sanji lies as he's moving through the kitchen. He gives Nami a quick smile before turning back to the meat on the cutting board and avoids Nami's gaze under the disguise of being busy. His lie wasn't as believable as he wanted it to be, especially when he's stumbling over his words while he is usually eloquent with them towards Nami and Robin.

"But until then, you should take one! I probably have hundreds lying around my room anyways," She says. It's a peace offering designed to be in Sanji's language of communication. It secretly says he's getting that hairtie whether he wants it or not, and Sanji is weak enough to accept the offering. He takes the hair tie with a grateful smile, wrapping it around his wrist and going back to his current task. Nami and Sanji work in comfortable silence after that, but the hair tie weighs on his wrist like a weighted bracelet.

A few days pass by. Through every single one, he stares at the hair tie in the morning. He really should tie his hair back. It reaches his shoulders for gods sake, and it keeps getting in his mouth - but that small part of him that clings onto grief like its all that he knows refuses to. He doesn't think he can bring himself to share the only part of himself that he truly loves deep down. What if the crew really thinks it's weird? What if his brothers are right?

These what if's roam in the back of his mind. They lurk just beneath the surface like an unknown predator hidden in murky water. He ignores it along with the anxiety that crawls up his throat every time he looks at his wrist.

Then, a week passes by. Now he's in his kitchen making a simple breakfast for his nakama. Franky, in particular, will enjoy this since his tastes lie within American style food most of the time. He focuses on seasoning the eggs, some of them cooked differently to cater to everyone's tastes. While he goes through the familiar and therapeutic motions of cooking, the door opens to reveal an annoying head of mossy hair and the steady noise of three swords bumping each other at the hip.

" Oi, go to sleep in your own bunk. I dont need you stinkin' up my kitchen while im trying to work." He utters without looking up from the stove.

"Why can't I just sleep here shit cook?" Zoro grunts. Sanji hears him shuffle around on the gallery's couch behind him. He's probably lying down, or maybe he'll sleep sitting up again, or maybe he'll watch Sanji cook. That's the most irritating one, which usually ends up with them fighting out on the deck one way or another.

"Because youre fuckin' annoying, get out."

"The hell I am, I'm taking a nap here."

"Oh my - You know what?" Sanji whips around to glare at Zoro, making sure the knife he was using is now in his hand to point at the source of his ire, "Fine, but if I hear a single snore out of you I'm kicking you into the ocean!" He threatens and turns around to finish up with breakfast. By now, all he has left is pancakes. The batter was prepped earlier, so now it's just focusing on pouring evenly. It's task that's menial but still important to him regardless.

His hair is covering his face too much. He tries to shake his head to flip it to the side. It falls back to where it was before he can pick the bowl of batter back up. He brushes it over his shoulder, and it simply flows back over it. He blows his hair out of the way, a classic move, but not even that works and he's slamming the bowl down on the counter before he can even stop himself and walks away from his work to grab the hairtie from around his wrist. In a few fluid motions, he ties his hair back haphazardly into a poor attempt at a low bun, but it's out of his face, and now he can focus.

He's too deep in concentration to even remember that he has heterochromia in the first place. Cooking lowers his guard unlike anything else in the world. The gallery acts like a safe space and cooking is his comfort. He still forgets, too, while calling for Zoro to get his lazy ass up to help since he's decided to loiter in his kitchen.

"Hey moss, if you're gonna laze around my kitchen, set the table for me." His request demand is met with a middle finger, which Sanji gladly returns as he walks over to the couch to kick Zoro on the stomach. The half asleep annoyance is now suddenly alert and glares at Sanji for a moment before it's quickly replaced with a look Sanji has yet to add to his mental notes he likes to call "Marimo Dictionary". Zoro's eyebrows are slightly raised, and his eyes glitter with something Sanji rarely sees. He's never been able to place a name on that look. Now he's confused. "What? Dont give me that youre tired crap youre not fuckin 10." He says.

Zoro is still looking at him, though, and now Sanji looks back with confusion because what the fuck is he-

Oh. His eyes.

Shit.

Sanji rips the hairtie out of his hair at light speed, probably pulling a few strands out by accident in the process but he could honestly care less when theres something more important. Like whatever the fuck just happened.

Before he can turn away and go set the table himself to distance himself from the marimo, Zoro's hand moves suddenly to grab his wrist, stopping him from running away.

"Wait, wait, hold on," Zoro pleads. And what the fuck. Zoro has never said anything like that and its fucking with Sanji's head because what the fuck. "You...uh." He continues in his signature graceless way. "Your eyes..." He pauses after that, sitting up and looking at Sanji, but not just looking, he's looking.

"Marimo," Sanji's own voice is riddled with anxiety with how shaky it is now. "Let me go dumbass," He demands but it could have been mistaken for him begging with how much he's struggling to keep himself together.

He's anticipating the worst. He knows what he's expecting. Sanji has experienced it countless times before, and he's aware he will again right now while a pancake is probably burning on the pan for all he knows.

It doesnt.

Zoro is looking at him still, maintaining eye contact but also darting between both eyes. He's looking at him like those golden eyes are looking into his soul and its too much.

It's too much because Zoro's response is uncharacteristically soft in so many ways. Zoro speaks to him like he's speaking with reverence, "Your eyes are beautiful."

Sanji shatters on the gallery floor there. His soul is bare for Zoro to see suddenly and that terrifies Sanji. Nobody has ever told him he's beautiful. Especially his eyes. He yanks his wrist from Zoro's grasp and speed walks to the stove to turn it off and remove the burnt pancake from the pan. He doesnt respond. He cant, not when his heart flutters when it should have been anchored down by rejection.

Then, Sanji walks up to Zoro, grabs onto both his shoulders, pushes him out the gallery door with surprisingly little resistance, and slams it shut. He leans against the door, sliding down until he's sitting on the floor with his head tucked between his knees. His face is burning and his face is probably red like a tomato right now. He stares at the ground with wide eyes and a weirdly giddy feeling in his chest and stomach nearly akin to happiness but also dangerously close to feeling freaked the hell out.

"What the fuck."

[sergeantbarnessdoll]

Hii!🥰 Can I please request a Lloyd Hansen x civilian!fem!shy!reader where she is walking home from her waitressing job when she witnesses him and his men doing their less than legal work and tries to hide, but Lloyd notices her. He’s definitely offed people for less (it’s Lloyd we’re talking about😅), but he finds this girl to be completely adorable, and can’t help but have a soft spot for her, so he lets her go with a wink (and a lot of flirting). They see each other again when Lloyd happens to the diner she works at (definitely greeting her with a “hello sunshine/cupcake”🙇‍♀️😭), poor girl would be terrified but he really would never hurt her. Anyways, he asks her on a date, and he’s just so gentle and sweet and such a flirt and she agrees (they’d both fall head over heals for each other, Lloyd’s only soft spot🥹)

Only Soft Spot » Lloyd Hansen

Pairings: Lloyd Hansen x Civilian!Female Reader

Summary: Lloyd doesn’t have any soft spots, but he develops one when he lays his eyes on you.

Warnings: Fluff, language, shy!reader, waitress!reader, pet names

A/N: Thank you for the request @kpopgirlbtssvt 🩵

Written on my phone. My apologies for any mistakes.

Header made by @buck-star

GIF IS NOT MINE! Gif credit goes to the creator.

You were walking home from work, rummaging through your bag to make sure you didn’t leave anything at the diner you work at. Once you made sure you have everything, you readjusted the straps of your bag on your shoulder and continued your walk home. That walk was cut short when you heard a loud noise from a vacant graffitied building from across. You stopped walking and stared at the building. Your curiosity was piqued and you decided to check it out, even though it’s probably a group of people hanging out inside or something like that. You looked both ways before crossing the street. The front entrance and windows were boarded up so you went to the back entrance, knowing there’s an opening back there. You carefully and quietly made your way inside of the building. You seen a small group of people standing around something. You didn’t know what they were looking at. You hid behind a wide pillar so you didn’t get caught, sneakily peaking your head out from the side of the pillar.

The people spread out. You seen someone tied to a chair, all beaten up and bloody. You looked at the people standing around the person, seeing guns in their hands. Your eyes widened.

This can’t be good.

“Take him out.” A man with a mustache said, Lloyd Hansen.

“Yes, boss.” Another man replied, one of his men.

The second man rose his gun up to the person tied to the chair, shooting him in the chest where his heart is. The gunshot sounded loudly in the empty building. You yelped and jumped at the sound of it. Everyone stopped what they were doing and turned around to see where the sound came from. Your eyes widened when they seen you. You immediately ran, running as fast as your legs would let you. One of the men rose his gun up.

“Put your gun down.” Lloyd said.

“She witnessed what we just did, boss.” Another one of his men says.

“I said, put your gun down!” He demands. “Don’t make me say it a third time!” He says.

The man nodded and put his gun down. Lloyd got a pretty good look at you before you ran away. He smiled to himself, knowing he likes you, even though he doesn’t know your name or anything about you. What he does know that you’re a soft spot for him. Lloyd is a man who doesn’t have any soft spots, but he just developed one… you.

You didn’t stop running once you left the vacant building. You ran as fast as you could till you reached your house. You opened your bag, scrambling to find your keys and unlocked your house door. You slammed the door shut behind you and locked it. You leaned against it, panting heavily from the running you just did. You closed your eyes and slid down the door, sitting on the floor and trying to catch your breath. Your mind began to wander as you were catching your breath.

There’s no way that man is dead, right? Maybe you didn’t see it right. Oh, what are you kidding? You just witnessed a murder. Stupid curiosity.

You shook your head, trying to gather yourself. Once you caught your breath, you stood up and went to the bathroom to take a shower before getting ready for bed. What you just witnessed was the only thing on your mind for the rest of the night.

The next day, you spaced out a couple times when you should’ve been working. You were leaning against the counter and staring down at your blank note pad, tapping your pen against it.

“The older couple at table 3 wants more coffee.” Your coworker said.

You gasped softly and jumped when she walked up next to you. She looked at you, raising an eyebrow.

“Are you ok?” She asked.

“Yea. I’m just a little tired.” You answered.

“You might want to get yourself some coffee too.” She says, patting your back.

You nodded before grabbing the pot of coffee and refilling the coffee for the older couple at table 3. The door to the diner opened, the bell ringing through the diner.

“Please seat yourself. I’ll be with you in a moment.” You say to the customer who just walked in.

“No rush. Take your time.” Lloyd says.

Lloyd seated himself in a booth in the corner of the diner. You went behind the counter to get a menu and a cup of coffee for the customer.

“Coffee?” You asked.

“Yes please.” He says.

You put the cup of coffee on the table in front of Lloyd before getting your note pad out to take his order.

“What can I-” The words died on your tongue when you looked at him.

Oh shit… it’s one of the men from last night.

“Hello, sunshine.” Lloyd smiles and winks.

Everything you learned from the training of your job flew right out the window. You honestly thought he was here to ask you what you saw last night.

“Join me, cupcake.” He says, gesturing to the empty booth seat in front of him.

You nervously sat down across from him, placing your note pad and pen on the table.

“Are you nervous?” Lloyd asks.

You shyly nodded your head yes.

“There’s no need to be nervous around me, sunshine.” He leans his arms against the table. “I’m not going to hurt you. I promise.” He promises.

You sat there, staring at him and feeling shy.

“First things first, I want to make sure you didn’t tell anyone about what you witnessed last night.” Lloyd says, keeping his voice low.

“I-I didn’t tell anyone.” You say quietly.

“That’s good. I would like that to stay between me and you.” He said. “Now, let’s get down to business.” He says.

Your eyebrows shot up.

“Not that kind of business, silly.” He chuckles.

You felt relieved when he said that.

“My name is Lloyd Hansen of Hansen Government Services.” He finally introduces himself. “Your name is Y/N, right?” He asks.

You completely forgot you were wearing a name tag on your work uniform.

Did this man do research on me?

“That’s what your name tag says.” He says, pointing at your name tag.

“Oh… yes, that’s my name.” You confirmed.

“That’s a beautiful name for a beautiful woman like you.” He compliments.

You blushed and looked down.

“I’m a man who doesn’t have that many weaknesses or soft spots for that matter, but when I seen you, I discovered a new soft spot… you.” Lloyd says.

“M-Me?” You stuttered. “Why me?” You asked.

“I like you, sunshine.” He smiles. “That says a lot about me, because I don’t like many people. You’re number one on the list of people I like.” He says.

A smile formed on your lips.

“If it’s ok with you, I would like to take you on a date sometime.” He says.

“I’m more than ok with that.” You say with a smile.

Lloyd smiles, grabbing your note pad and pen. He wrote down his phone number and gave it to you. You did the same.

“Now…” Lloyd begins. “Tell me what’s good here.” He says, looking at the menu.

“This is my favorite.” You say, pointing at your favorite meal on the menu.

“I’ll take that.” He tells you.

You nodded and went to the kitchen to tell the cook what Lloyd ordered. You came back a few minutes later with his food, placing it in front of him on the table.

“Thank you, cupcake.” He smiles.

“You’re welcome, Mr. Hansen.” You smiled back.

“Call me Lloyd, sunshine.” He winks.

You nodded and blushed before going back to work. A couple minutes later, your phone vibrated in your pocket. You took it out of your pocket to see who texted you. It was Lloyd.

Lloyd: Saturday night at 7pm. I can’t wait to get to know you

You: Sounds like a date🥰

You giggled and put your phone back in your pocket. You took a glance at Lloyd to see him smiling at you. You blushed before going back to work.

From that moment on, you and Lloyd were head over heels for each other. You also completely forgot about that incident from that night.

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-Bucky’s Doll

[lemonstars8583]

hello 😈😈 uhh ppl are gonna see this and be like “huh” but i don’t ❤️ care very much at all ❤️

so remember that CTW AU is posted abt well here’s where bonbon is 😭 !! hooraaay!!

there’s that weird minigame in into the pit (the game) that has bonbon so i was like okay in this AU millie isn’t even dead so like. that minigame wouldn’t exist but what if… bonbon… in real life instead..

so Oswald finds bonbon deactivated in the weird ballpit world (and yes i have an explanation for this i’ll leave it under the cut as well as some extra info), accidentally wakes him up, and bonbon does not fucking like him but he’s like “okay you’ve been here before and left?? let’s make a deal i’ll help you survive and you get me the fuck out of here”. so it’s like a reluctant alliance turned eventual friendship.

TLDR: Freddy gets in a fight with baby, badly injured, thrown out, taken in by Jeff’s Pizza when it was a bit more popular, kids climb on him daily and eventually break his arm off, bonbon falls into ballpit and freddy can’t find him. he gets thrown out again because kids have trashed him. a few years pass while he’s stuck in the junkyard and bonbon is unconscious in the ballpit world in the past. Oswald finds him and they

If that sounded interesting here’s the full ramble ⬇️⬇️

Considering one of bonbon’s functional purposes on funtime freddy being a lookout (bonbon is described as “parental tracking/360 pivot” on freddy’s blueprints.) I think he’d use that to help Oswald and act as a lookout, keeping track of where threats are and informing him when one’s coming closer and from what direction. he would try to trick him sometimes out of pure mischief though.

also i think bonbon himself probably wouldn’t have that “kill kids when they’re alone” programming just because he’s so small so he wouldn’t get the job done quickly, he would probably only tell freddy “hey nobody’s around, get that kid” so with freddy not even there he isn’t much of a threat to Oswald unless he chooses to be.

AAANYWAY how bonbon got in the ballpit ❤️ keep in mind a lot of this is entirely from my brain. at this point we’re getting into “entirely canon divergent” levels of AU so be warned

i thought it would be funny if freddy and cb got into a fight and cb just beat the shit out of him. based on 2 things: 1. the fight when they kicked baby out of the ennard hivemind and 2. a roblox rp i was in 😭😭 LOLL it wasn’t a serious rp (at least not on my end, i think the person playing CB was being for real) but it was so funny i loved it

SO anyway i figured the only reason they were able to beat baby was because it was all the funtimes working together and because they were kind of all equally distributed in ennard. i think if it was just funtime freddy trying to fight circus baby he would 100% lose she’s like a foot taller than him

so freddy gets his shit rocked, and management is like “we’re done with this guy he sucks” and throws him out. Jeff’s Pizza picks him up like “hell yeah weird mascot thing” and puts him in the ballpit room to stand there and let kids climb on him. eventually because he’s still pretty broken his arm breaks off from the weight of a bunch of kids hanging on it and it falls into the ballpit. later on he goes looking for his arm and bonbon and can’t find either of them.

the pizza place ends up throwing him out because the kids are just trashing him and he ends up in the junkyard where millie’s grandpa finds him years later. I’d imagine in that time he would become an urban legend of sorts, wandering around looking for things nobody can find, and taking the life of the occasional kid who’s out past their bedtime. He’d become more jaded and cynical instead of his former silly self during this time too.

HI GUYS FUTURE LEMON HERE i had this in drafts and now im looking at it again. there’s a detail i forgot! while time passes in the ballpit world, no time passes in the real world 😃 fuck! SOO that kinda fucks this story up but ALSO. this is an AU. i can do what i want. and i don’t think the story will be too horribly affected if i just disregard that? so that’s what im doing 👍

[cyberllfe]

I got 1300 words! (Which you can absolutely shorten if you don’t feel like writing that much, absolutely understand as a writer.) and I would adore a “Shag me” prompt with Connor 🥴 if you feel up for it. My thoughts on this request (and you can adjust and add to because you’re a great story writer and I trust you) would be a female reader who works as a receptionist at the station (human preferably) and has known Connor since he first came to the department. Soon after his deviancy, they navigate a sort of awkward almost-friends-nearly-more type of relationship and stumble unto a slow romance, until Connor discovers the human emotion horny. It would be amazing if it could be at an awkward time too, like while watching a movie together or at work. I’ve been reading your pieces on AO3 and I truly think you are a talented writer, sending you all my love and inspiration💞💞💞💞

thanks for waiting, anon. connor will see you now. (ao3 link) 1300 words, rated E.

want a turn? prompt me.

It’s been raining all day—classic Detroit November—but all anyone can talk about is the guy who died, his escaped android, and the android investigator in the precinct. You’ve caught a glimpse of him more than once since yesterday, and this time is no different: he comes trotting in after Lieutenant Anderson, covered in glistening droplets of rain and speaking very insistently about something you can’t hear.

“That’s him.”

Your eyes would have slid right past him if not for the intensity in his face. He’s single-minded, emphatic... for all the good it does him. Anderson rolls his eyes and pushes Connor out of his path, leaving him standing there, recalculating. Only then do you notice the LED.

It’s barely two seconds before he’s started after Anderson, calling his name.

“Looks good wet, doesn’t he?”

You don’t offer anything but a soft hum. The thought follows you for the rest of the day.

*

Connor precedes Hank into the building today. He surprises you by speaking to you instead of simply scanning in, and you feel… strange. The look in his eye is so human, almost anxious. With an awkward smile, you offer a reassuring platitude. You’re earnest, but the offer seems to confuse Connor. He thanks you anyway and leaves your desk.

Between jobs, you keep an eye on him. He’s so animated. It’s marked, the difference a handful of days makes—he paces back and forth, oscillating where Hank is static, following his trail of thought as if it were physical.

Neither notices you. The rude FBI agent doesn’t notice you either; too intent on getting into the Captain’s office, he chucks his ID at you with a cursory here you go, sweetheart and goes back to his phone.

The ID is fine. You let the jackass through, and hope he gets shouted down by Fowler, who could probably do with a good outlet for his repressed frustration.

You laugh, later, as two uniforms perform a dramatised version of Anderson’s right hook on Perkins, but it’s brittle. Your eyes are on the news, and the demonstration in the street, and the news anchor’s silent mouth framing the words what do they want? without listening to the answer. Connor had raced out of the station earlier, and caught your eye as he went. You hope he's okay, wherever he is.

*

“Excuse me.”

Brown eyes meet yours, familiar intensity tempered with... caution? Nerves? It’s hard to tell them apart on a face that was built to display but not feel.

Connor wears plain clothes with all the ease of a soldier. There’s no tie to straighten, so he clenches and unclenches his hand and lets his eyes wander. They find you smiling, tentative but warm behind your professional attitude.

“How can I help, Connor?”

He’s clearly unused to the question. It’s endearing, really, to watch him like this—the self-possessed turned self conscious, attempting to hide in the shadow projected by his own image, broadcast endlessly on the new cycles at Markus’ left hand.

“Is Lieutenant Anderson here?”

“No. I don’t think he will be, either. He left about an hour ago.”

When Connor sighs, you wonder if he picked that up to blend in with humans or to help him communicate better with them. Both, probably. His fist coils up again, but he gives you a slight smile as he turns to leave.

“Connor.”

He turns, mildly surprised, to face you when you call his name. His smile is late but warm.

With one hand you reach for his, and with the other you slide a business card into his palm. The touch seems to surprise him further, and he stares at your hand even as you withdraw it.

“If you’re looking for Hank, he’s here. Diner out on the edge of town. I thought you’d come by looking for him.”

You’re glad to notice that he doesn’t look as guarded as before. Connor’s not around every day, not anymore, but you see him often enough to watch him relax into himself—to laugh when you make a self-deprecating joke, or hold the door for Officer Miller’s excitable son. Instead, Connor seems thoughtful, like you handed him something heavier than a wedge of paper with a cartoon burger on it.

“Thanks. I appreciate it.”

To your surprise, he lingers. Spends enough time to ask you about your family, about the plant you keep on your desk, which you should water, by the way. You talk quietly with him about almost-dead houseplants, why you’re not allowed to play Monopoly at home over the holidays, and show him the family dog. All the while he’s leaning against the counter, one arm crooked atop it and grinning… you’re more than distracted. He leaves the foyer, eventually, but not your thoughts.

*

Laughter covers cheesy Christmas music. You’re wearing half your wine glass in the colour of your cheeks, but Connor thinks the flush becomes you.

You notice when he glances at you, and you smile in that shy, self-conscious way. He returns your smile, adjusting his posture to face you, and you turn away, pretending that you barely noticed, and noticeably trying not to check back. He basks in private amusement.

The party draws on a little long—someone pulls out a bottle of something strong and definitely against regulation, and when Connor leans down to ask you if you’d like another drink, you jump.

You’re never in danger of falling, of course. Inhuman arms encircle you and hold you steady against an equally inhuman body—and for the first time, Connor feels a response that correlates with your change in expression. The slow pull that binds you and builds to something far stronger than he’s felt before until letting you go is unthinkable.

He makes a plausible excuse for you to leave. The charge in the air grows to fevered sharpness, a harmonic buzz that doesn’t break until he has one hand in your hair, the other encircling your waist, and that insatiable need to get closer.

Connor doesn’t leave any of you untouched. When his kisses would deny you air, he leaves them in trails down your neck, then undoes a handful of buttons to continue down your chest, hands restless and hungry, so much warmer than you’d ever imagined, so much more demanding.

When he whispers I don’t want to wait, it’s as if he read your mind. A shiver runs through you when he parts your legs and leans his weight into you, pushing inside with a growl that thrills you.

You tense around him. It’s not intentional, but he grabs your chin and holds you still beneath him, feeling the burning heat of your shaky breath past his thumb. He caresses your lower lip, and when you realise you can’t nod, you whisper please, and reach for him with both hands, in case he doesn’t understand how much you want him.

Connor leans back and pulls out almost all the way. You whine loud, desperate and frustrated, until the hand on your face tightens, cutting off your mumbled demand and making way for the moan he fucks out of you.

His fingers claw your jaw and throat and it’s heaven: the sharpness against your skin, the deep pressure inside you, building with every rock of his hips, chased with a mouth that suffocates and teases you until you’re dizzy.

You feel heavy, waves of sensation breaking over your body with increasing frequency and intensity, and no outlet except your nails in Connor’s back, scratching until he presses in deep again. You tense, on purpose, and half-feel, half-hear the stuttering moan, then the frenzied motion of his body as he pushes himself to the brink and drags you with him, tangled and messy, sharing breaths, but sated at last.

[aishangotome]

Azel Radwan: Chapter 10 Premium Story

Chapter 10

Thank you @shatcey for providing the video for this chapter!

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Although it retains its current form due to renovations of ancient ruins, the temple, with its high historical value, appears to have many rooms at first glance.

However, upon checking each one, it seems they have completely decayed over the long course of history, reduced to piles of rubble.

The places where people can physically stand are limited, and the places where one can sleep and eat are even more limited.

-

(This is the Living God's room...)

The spacious room located on the top floor of the temple was a fantastical space, as if I had wandered into a dream world.

I was overwhelmed by the huge moon visible from the window, but even more so, I was stunned by the murals that completely covered the ceiling.

Emma: This is...

Azel: It's not my taste. It was here from the beginning.

Depicted was a sky full of stars, without a moon.

The stars twinkling on the ceiling should be fake, yet each one shone as if it were real.

Emma: ...Beautiful.

Azel: It's a special pigment made from an ore that can't even be mined anymore.

Azel: It's close to a miracle that it's remained in this condition without any repairs.

As he spoke, he held out his hand to me.

Emma: ...What's this hand for?

Azel: Explanation fee.

Emma: That's fraud.

Azel: You never learn, do you?

(I can't even casually ask him anything!)

Since I didn't have any money on hand, I tried shaking his greedy hand.

Azel: ...Huh?

Emma: It's offset by the handshake fee.

Azel: I'd rather be the one getting the handshake fee.

Emma: My handshake is even more expensive than that. Didn't you know?

Azel: I didn't know. I don't think it's worth anything at all.

(...He talks too much...)

I quickly let go of his hand, and Prince Azel withdrew his as well.

As expected, the explanation fee seemed to be a God's joke.

Looking around again, I saw that besides the mystical murals, the room contained a large bed, a desk and chair for one person, and scattered books piled everywhere.

The book that had fallen at my feet was a specialized book on architecture.

(This one's about agriculture... that one's economics, the one piled on the chair is astronomy, and there's even a book on shipbuilding.)

It wasn't specific to any one field; there were traces of him having read extensively in various areas.

(This book in particular seems to be well-read.)

(Let's see... "Read this and you too can be a splendid swindler ~Beginner's Edition~?")

(...I'll pretend I didn't see that.)

Azel: So, what do you intend to do after following me to my room?

Emma: Of course, I'm looking for a place to sleep.

Azel: .............

Emma: I won't take the bed.

Azel: That goes without saying.

Emma: I thought about sleeping in the kitchen...

Azel: Are you serious?

Emma: It might be surprisingly comfortable.

Azel: It might be, if you don't mind me stepping on you when I go to get water at night.

Emma: No way. ...Which means, it seems I have no choice but to borrow a corner of this room.

(I thought it would be awkward to stay in a man's room... but there's no other way.)

A sense of guilt welled up in me, but it was too late to back down now.

Emma: Would it be alright if I set up camp in the corner by this bookshelf?

Azel: It wouldn't be, but you're going to occupy it anyway, aren't you?

Emma: Yes.

Azel: Then please pay the rent.

Emma: I'm already drowning in debt, I have nothing left to fear. Charge me whatever you like.

Azel: ...You've really reached the end of the line, haven't you?

Despite his words, Prince Azel pulled a blanket out of the closet and tossed it to me.

Emma: Thank you very much.

Azel: Of course—

Emma: You can add the rental fee to the invoice.

(If I stay here, I'll be in debt hell every day.)

(This has been bothering me for a while...)

Emma: Are you really in need for money, Living God?

(He shouldn't be in a position to be troubled by money, right?)

(In fact, it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that the national treasury is Prince Azel's wallet...)

Azel: I don't take money because I'm in need for it.

Azel: I take money to live.

Emma: Isn't that...the same thing?

Azel: It's completely different. But I have no intention of explaining it in detail.

Prince Azel picked up a nearby book and lay down on the bed.

His casual demeanor suggested that this was a part of his daily routine.

(In the end, it seems Prince Azel has decided to ignore me.)

(In that case, I'll blend into the background too.)

(I have no choice but to huddle in the corner so as not to disturb Prince Azel's privacy as much as possible, and wait for morning to come.)

(...........)

(...I have nothing to do, so maybe I'll read a book.)

-

*This part will be from Azel's POV*

Around the time the moon, which had been perched by the window, reached its zenith in the sky—regular, quiet snores echoed through the room.

The God looked down at the "self-proclaimed priestess" who was sleeping against the bookshelf, wrapped in a blanket.

Azel: Are you seriously going to sleep there?

There was no reply to his question.

Her body swayed back and forth, as if she were on a boat rocking on the waves.

Eventually, his worry became reality, and her body tilted toward the cold floor.

He instinctively caught her with his arm and brought her back up.

Azel: ...I don't understand.

Azel: What's the normal thing to do? Isn't it normal for two people to share one bed in the first place?

Azel: But considering rationality, it's clearly the normal thing to do. There's no need to sleep on the floor.

Azel: I thought you'd shamelessly occupy the bed no matter what I said.

Azel: ...Well, it doesn't matter to me whether the sucker sleeps on the floor or wherever.

As the God stood up again, her body started to sway once more.

Azel: It doesn't matter...

She swayed back and forth, greatly, and—

Azel: ...Matter...

He supported her body again as she was about to have a second collision with the floor.

Azel: .........What the hell...damn it.

Finally losing his patience with her swaying body every time he let go, he picked her up.

He gently laid her down on the sheets with unpracticed hands, and then the body that should have been asleep suddenly sat up.

Azel: Whoa!? You're awake—

Azel: ...Are you...?

She grabbed the God's hand as if to stop him from doing something, but her eyes were still tightly closed.

Emma: ...The bread...you can't eat it yet...

Emma: Undercooked...it's not tasty...

Azel: ...Huh?

Emma: ...I won't...let go...

Emma: No...stealing...absolutely not...

Emma: .............

Thud—her body fell back onto the sheets.

Then, as if nothing had happened, snores could be heard.

Azel: ...That's quite different from your "usual dream."

He glanced at his grasped hand and started to raise it to shake her off.

However, the self-proclaimed priestess, who was trying to stop a bread thief, was sleeping soundly—

After a moment of hesitation, his hand was quietly lowered.

Azel: How can you sleep so peacefully in this situation?

Azel: ...And with such a stupid look on your face.

Emma: Hehe...

Azel: ..............

Azel: You...you're so different in many ways.

Sigh... He let out a deep, heavy sigh and lay down next to her on the bed.

The bed, which was spacious for one person, felt cramped with two people side by side.

Emma: Hmm... So, no...

Perhaps the crime in her dream had escalated, as she was no longer satisfied with just grabbing his hand and clung to his arm.

The God stiffened and covered his face with his other, unrestrained hand.

Azel: ...Keeping you by my side might have been a bad move.

-

*Back to Emma's POV*

The first morning I woke up in the God's dwelling—it was by no means a pleasant awakening.

Emma: .............

Azel: ..............

(...Why did this happen?)

I remember falling asleep last night, wrapped in a blanket and leaning against the bookshelf.

But when I woke up, I was in bed...or to be more precise, clinging to Prince Azel's arm.

(………… Could this be...a nightmare?)

Azel: Good morning.

Emma: Good..... morning...

Prince Azel, who was being used as a hug pillow, had an eerily gentle expression.

The chills running down my spine were definitely not my imagination.

Azel: Do you have anything to say to me?

Emma: Well...

Emma: ...Even when you've just woken up, your hair is neatly tied, isn't it...or something like that...

Emma: Ow, ow, ow!

He pinched my cheek, and I realized that this wasn't a nightmare, but reality.

It seemed that the gentle smile was an illusion, and in the harsh reality that had been exposed, a grumpy God awaited me.

Azel: You disrespectful creature.

Emma: I'm sorry, I don't remember anything...!

Emma: Why am I in bed?

Azel: I don't know. You must have climbed into bed and clung to me on your own.

Emma: No way...

Azel: You're quite the sleeper.

(...Aside from the clinging, it's hard to believe that I went to bed while I was asleep...)

Azel: You have some nerve doubting my words.

Emma: I didn't say anything!

Azel: Your face said it all. And it's all your fault.

(That's true...)

(Either way, I caused him trouble.)

I couldn't help but hold my head in my hands, as climbing into bed while asleep was certainly unexpected.

Azel: ...If you wanted to sleep in the bed that much, why didn't you just say so from the—

Emma: I've decided. I'll sleep in the kitchen from today.

Azel: Why would you say that!? That's not the point!

Emma: Eh?

Azel: ...Cough...

(Why did he suddenly shout...?)

Azel: Tch...

(And why did he click his tongue!?)

Perhaps I had upset him, as Prince Azel turned away.

Azel: ...Are you stupid? You came to bed because you couldn't sleep on the floor, right?

Emma: It seems so, therefore I will retrain myself.

Azel: Nothing is as useless as willpower alone.

Emma: But there's no other way.

Azel: .............

(Wow...his face says "dissatisfied.")

(I don't think my suggestion is a bad thing for Prince Azel.)

Azel: ...Fine. I'll make breakfast.

Emma: Oh, I don't have to make it?

Azel: That's right. This is so troublesome, damn it.

(Hmm...something's strange.)

(His attitude changed after I said I'd sleep in the kitchen.)

Carefully retracing each of our conversations so far, I let out an "Ah!" without thinking.

(I can't believe it, but...)

Emma: ...Could it be that you carried me to bed, Living God?

Azel: ...No.

Emma: And the clinging was actually—

Azel: That part is true.

Emma: "That part?"

Azel: ..............

The God turned his back to me, his ears slightly red.

(...I think I might be starting to understand Prince Azel.)

Perhaps because I had learned a fact I hadn't expected at all, my heart started to race.

I hurriedly tightened my lips, which were about to break into a grin.

Emma: Thank you very much.

Azel: .................

Emma: I'll make you a delicious breakfast as an apology!

Azel: ..............................

(Oh no, he's completely sulking.)

(...He's a mean God who forces debt on me, but I still can't hate him.)

Azel: ...Don't get the wrong idea. It's to collect the transportation fee and bedding usage fee.

Emma: I'll let you have that.

(This feeling...it's a first.)

With my heart feeling light and fluffy, I got ready and left the room with my change of clothes in hand.

But suddenly, I had an idea and went back to the room.

Emma: ...In addition to increasing my debt, I have a request.

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Chapter 11

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[sweetprfct]

The Hate Formula

Joseph Quinn x Fem!Reader

Summary: Living in the same building, across from each other shouldn't be much of a problem, right? But how come you and Joe tend to always push each other's buttons every day? Is it because you both truly just hated each other or is it because there was something more to it?

Author's Note: Well, look who finally decided to open up the last chapter and finish it. I'm so sorry for the delay! Anyways, I just want to thank you all for supporting this series. This one had been a lot of fun! Please let me know if you'd like to get tagged on my next one. Enjoy! :)

Disclaimer: 18+

Wordcount: 2.9K

part one - part two - part three - part four - part five - part six - part seven - part eight - part nine - part ten

“Oh, shit!” You cursed under your breath as you ran from the bathroom and towards the kitchen.

Wes and Sara, who were sitting on the sofa, turned their heads, their eyes following your tracks. You have left the mixer on for too long while you have occupied yourself in the bathroom, trying to calm yourself and hold in the tears that were welling up in your eyes. You have been trying to distract yourself by baking a cake but for some reason, your mind had wandered somewhere else and ended up at the thought of Joe. 

You tried your best to look strong in front of Wes and Sara because you didn’t want to worry them, so you left the mixer on for a while, thinking it was going to be okay while you go and collect yourself. However, you have taken too long and totally forgot about the fact that you were whipping some whipped cream. Now, here it was. 

Turned into butter. 

You turned off the mixer and took a deep breath, setting your hands on your hips and shook your head. 

“There goes the whipped cream turned into butter.” You complained under your breath, grabbing the bowl and dumping it on the bin.

“What is she doing?” Wes turned to Sara.

Wes wasn’t used to seeing you like this yet. He only had known you for a few weeks. Every time he had seen you the last couple of days, you were in the kitchen baking like you were catering to some birthday party. 

“Stress baking.” Sara replied, laying her head on Wes’ shoulder. “I don’t know what she has done to the other two double layer cakes she made the last two days.”

“Wait, those two cakes were already gone?”

Sara nodded her head, “Yeah, I don’t see it in the fridge, so I don’t know where it is.”

“Do you think she ate it all?” 

Sara laughed softly, gazing up at Wes. “No, she just bakes. She barely eats whatever she bakes.”

It has been two weeks since you haven’t seen Joe. He had been trying to contact you ever since that night, but you kept ignoring him. Whenever he saw you in the middle of the hall, you’d make up some excuse not to see him. You didn’t really know what else to do because your heart was still in pieces after what he had told you. How could you face him after that? How could you act like it was just nothing? He only wanted to hook up with you, and you wanted more than that. You had to cut it off before this could hurt you even more. 

“Hey.” Joe gave you a small smile when he saw you coming home from work one night.

“Hi.” You replied, nonchalantly as you unlocked your front door.

“How are you?” Joe asked. “I haven’t seen you in a while.”

It was small talk, and you couldn’t even look at him. You kept your eyes on your front door and forced yourself to not look at him at all.

“Yeah, I've been so busy at work.” You opened your front door when Joe grabbed your forearm lightly.

“Is everything okay?” 

You nodded your head, “Yeah, sorry I’m just really tired.”

You gave him a small smile before you slipped your arm away from him and entered your apartment. Seeing his face made your heart swell every time. You didn’t want to keep hoping when it came to Joe. You have already gotten your heart broken before, you weren't about to experience it again. 

So, here you were stress baking and trying to distract yourself with something else but somehow, it wasn’t helping at all. It usually would but this time, even baking wasn’t helping you mentally. 

“Hey, do you need some help?” Sara interrupted your thoughts as you poured heavy cream in the mixing bowl.

“No, I'm fine.” You said, your attention focusing on the mixer in front of you. 

“Hey,” Sara set a hand over yours. “I’m worried about you.”

You turned your attention towards her, finding Wes standing behind her with a concerned look on his face. He set a hand on Sara’s shoulder and squeezed it lightly.

“Joe’s been asking about you.” Wes added.

You raised your brow at Sara as she took a deep breath and said, “He knows.”

You slumped your shoulders, walking towards the dining table and pulling up a chair. You wiped your hands on your apron and sat on the chair, letting out a sigh.

“He thinks he did something wrong.” Wes said. “I’ve never seen him like this with anyone.”

You played with the fabric of your apron and hung your head low. Your mind had been running a thousand thoughts ever since you left Joe’s apartment that day, and you thought maybe Joe would be okay with you disappearing from his life. After all, you two were just hooking up right? Why would he care this much? It was easy for him to let go of those other girls he had before. 

“I just need… space.” You got up from the chair and excused yourself.

Wes and Sara watched you slide your apron off, setting it on the kitchen counter and walked towards your bedroom. Sara and Wes didn’t know what to say or do besides just let you and Joe solve your own battles at the moment. 

“Hey,” Wes greeted Joe that night when he had gone back home.

Joe was sitting on the sofa, his eyes focused on the television. Wes grabbed himself a bottle of cold beer from the fridge and settled himself next to Joe. He could see the concern in Joe’s eyes and the fact that he wasn’t even focusing on what was on the television said a lot about what he was feeling. 

“I think I found a flat a few blocks away.” Wes said. 

Joe immediately turned his attention to him, his eyes widened. “Wait, what?”

“Well, you know I was only here temporarily.” Wes stated. “You need your own space, mate.”

“I don’t mind you being here.” Joe shrugged, his attention back on the television.

Wes side eyed Joe for a moment before reaching for the remote from the coffee table and muted the television. He turned his body to face Joe as Joe threw his head back on the sofa. He already knew what Wes was about to say right before the words could slip off his lips. 

“I don’t want to talk about it, Wes.” Joe groaned softly.

“Seriously, what the fuck happened?” 

“I fucked up.” Joe shrugged. “When did I ever not fucked up?”

“So, what did you exactly tell her?” 

Joe took a deep breath and closed his eyes for a moment and said, “She asked me about the different women that I brought in here before, and I told her it was because I had commitment issues.”

Wes’ eyes widened from his explanation. “So, you’re telling me that you still haven’t told her that the only reason why you were doing all that was because you wanted to get over her because you fucked up when you first met her two years ago, and you have been trying to get over her since, but you can’t?”

“Yeah, exactly.” Joe exhaled a sharp breath. “I fucked up… again.”

“Talk to her.” Wes insisted. “Talk to her and tell her the truth!”

“She won’t even talk to me, mate.” Joe shook his head. “Just let it go. It’s over. I fucked it all up.”

“You’re not the only one who’s feeling like shit about this.”

Joe turned to Wes, his brow raised at him. Wes gave him a look as if he didn’t know what he was talking about. They both knew Joe knew exactly what Wes meant when he said that.

A conversation between him and Wes had flashbacked in his mind when Wes had first moved in the apartment building. Before Wes and Sara even dated. Wes had moved in the building because of the job opportunity he had accepted, and he was staying in Joe’s apartment temporarily. Joe had told Wes about you when Wes had witnessed Joe grumbling about you one night. 

“Who is that girl anyway?” Wes had asked him one night. “Why are you two always arguing?”

“I just like to tease her.” Joe chuckled softly. 

“You like her?” Wes’ expression had turned into excitement when he had seen the emotions that washed over Joe’s face. 

“I’ve been trying to get over her.” Joe murmured under his breath. “But every time I walk out my front door, she’s right there.” 

“Well, yeah. She lives across the hall.” Wes said sarcastically.

Joe rolled his eyes. “You know what I meant!” 

Joe shook off the memory of that conversation and saw Wes’ encouraging smile slowly creeping up on his face. 

“Talk to her, please?” Wes said. “Tell her the truth.”

Joe bit his lower lip and got up from the sofa, looking out the window for a moment. Wes had a point. Joe had been trying to get your attention ever since you ran out of his apartment a couple weeks ago, and he needed to tell you the truth. 

Grabbing his jacket, he gave Wes a thankful smile before walking out the door and walking across the hall. Knocking on your front door, it was Sara who immediately greeted him at the door. 

“Oh, hi.” Sara smiled. 

Sara could tell that Joe’s eyes were studying the empty apartment behind her. Looking over her shoulder, she pursed her lips and looked back at Joe. 

“She’s at Central Park. She said she needed some space.” 

Joe nodded his head and right before he could walk away, Sara called out his name. He paused in his tracks as she ran back inside the apartment for a moment, grabbing an umbrella and handing it to him. 

“It’s supposed to rain in a few minutes.” Sara said. 

Taking the umbrella from her, Joe gave her a thankful smile and said, “Thank you.” 

“Good luck!” Sara called out as she watched Joe walk away. 

As soon as Joe walked out of the apartment building, the dark clouds were already covering the city of New York. Light raindrops started falling from the sky as he made his way down the sidewalk and down to Central Park. 

The park was 840 acres, but he knew exactly where to find you. You had mentioned it to him once from one of the nights where you two would just cuddle and talk about anything that could fill the silence of your bedroom. 

He held the umbrella over his head as rain started to pour and made his way towards Bethesda Terrace. On a bench, he found you sitting alone under the old architecture, watching the raindrops fall from the sky. You gazed up at him as he slowly walked over to you. 

“Hi.” He murmured. 

“Hi.” You whispered. 

Getting up from the bench, you stood in front of Joe as he stared at you for a moment. He took a deep breath and gave you a small smile. 

“What are you doing here?” You asked. 

“Looking for you.” Joe replied, shrugging lightly. “What are you doing out here in the rain?”

“I needed some space.” You said, looking down at your feet. 

You wondered why Joe walked all the way here but then again, from the conversation that you had earlier with Sara and Wes, you sort of had an idea why. You took one step closer to him and took a deep breath. 

It was time. 

You needed to ask him this time. You needed to at least tell him how you really felt. 

“I heard what you said.” You muttered. 

“What exactly are you referring to?” Joe asked, taking a step closer to you. 

“The three little words that you probably only said because you were in the moment.” You fiddled with your fingers nervously. 

You could feel your heart beating right out of your chest as Joe stared at you. You didn’t know what was going on inside his mind, and it was killing you that he was just standing there without saying one word. You could only hear the raindrops hitting the pavement and the silence blanketed between you two felt like eternity. 

“Did… Did you mean it?” You asked, your voice shaking slightly. 

Suddenly, a small smile tugged on Joe’s lips. His eyes were filled with love and affection for you. 

“I meant it.” Joe stated. “I meant it with all my heart.”

You felt your lungs give out when Joe finally answered your question. Joe cupped your cheek with his hand, brushing your cheek softly. 

“I love you.” Joe murmured. “I love you so much it consumes every part of me. I love you with all my heart.” 

You hitched your breath, staring into his eyes. 

“But what about what you said…”

“The commitment thing?” Joe raised his brow. “Yes, I have a commitment issue but that was before I met you.” 

“R…Really?”

Joe took a deep breath and nodded his head. “I’m sorry if I made you take that the wrong way. The reason why I’m always bringing girls is because I just wanted to get over you. I know it was wrong. I didn’t mean to hurt any of them at all, but I wasn’t like this before.”

You bit your lower lip and waited for Joe to continue. 

“When I first met you when you first moved in, I fucked up.” Joe explained. “I stupidly brought home a girl the night before because I was drunk, but I didn’t mean to lead her on like that. Then, I met you the next day, and I thought I was still having a hangover because I saw this beautiful girl moving in across the hall—”

You couldn’t help but laugh softly as Joe did too. You shook your head, taking both of his hands in yours and intertwining your fingers together. 

“I’m serious.” Joe laughed. “Then, I went ahead and fucked it all up.”

“Yeah, you did.” You joked as Joe laughed with you, leaning his forehead against yours. 

“I’m sorry.” Joe murmured. 

You shook your head, smiling softly before pressing your lips against his. Smiling through the kiss, Joe kissed you back softly and pulled you close in his arms. 

“I love you too.” You murmured the moment you parted from the kiss. 

Joe smiled, grazing his nose over yours as you both chuckled together before he pulled you into a tight hug. Burying your face on Joe’s shoulder, you took a deep breath, feeling relief from all the overthinking thoughts you have been thinking of. 

Cupping your face between his hands, Joe grinned happily at you as he kissed you again, letting your surroundings blur around the both of you. The sound of the raindrops were the only thing you could hear as you smiled through the kiss. 

“Maybe I’ve loved you all this time too.” You laughed softly, letting your forehead pressed against his again.

Joe grinned widely, kissing your forehead softly before intertwining his fingers with yours. Holding the umbrella over the both of you, you both walked back towards the apartment building. Your eyes admiring the raindrops that were falling from the sky. Raindrops softly dropping from the leaves of the trees. The wet pavement shining as you both continued down the park. Your heart pounding in your chest as you enjoyed Joe’s soft fingers intertwined with yours. 

It almost felt like a dream.

Stopping in your tracks in front of the building, you gazed up at the tall skyscraper and smiled softly, remembering the first day you had moved in here with Sara. 

Who knew two years ago, it would be the beginning of something special in your life? Even if you didn’t know about it then. You couldn’t help but smile when you remembered all the times the both of you had bantered in the hall.

“What is it?” Joe paused in his tracks, looking over his shoulder. 

You shook your head and entered the building with him. “Nothing.”

The look on Wes and Sara’s face was something you would remember forever the moment you and Joe had entered your apartment. They were in the kitchen microwaving some popcorn when they had turned around and saw the both of you entered, fingers intertwined together. 

“Oh, good!” Wes exclaimed happily. “Finally!” 

You laughed softly as Sara quickly ran towards you and embraced you happily. You chuckled softly, wrapping your arms around her body and hugged her tighter. 

“Thank you.” You whispered to her. 

“I’m so happy for you.” Sara whispered, squeezing you softly before parting from the hug. 

“Does that mean we could do a double date movie night now without you two arguing?” Wes joked, shoving a piece of bread in his mouth. 

You looked over your shoulder and saw Joe shaking his head as he grabbed one of the throw pillows from the sofa and chucked it at Wes. You and Sara laughed softly as Joe walked up behind you, rubbing both of your arms softly. 

Looking around the room, you smiled happily before the four of you settled on the sofa. Wes browsed through the movies on the tv screen, while Joe had wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close against his side and planting a soft kiss on your hair. Sara gave you another happy smile before moving herself close to Wes and laid her head on his shoulder as he wrapped one arm around her shoulders. 

In here, you were warm and safe in Joe’s arms. In here, you were with the people you loved. 

In here, you were finally home.

The End.

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[tacky-optic]

The agony of being able to go through an entire tumblr tag from start to finish.... ANYWAY. we're back with more food for the hat trick niche ft. rare JigZeni pachislot (zeni acknowledges jigen for 0.1 seconds and jigen forgot he was there even tho he's driving)

One thing I like about rarepairs is the flexibility. They're a headcanon/hypothetical breeding ground of potential without having to sacrifice too much of the character's integrity, because they rarely ever talk/barely have a relationship to launchpad off of! yaay :'D

So let's talk about how! Five how's, actually. Might've gotten a bit carried away with this one.

As with anything involving these two, somehow, some way, it always circles right back around to Lupin. It kind of has to, given their shared obsession and/or dedication with the guy. But that can split up into all sorts of scenarios, with some equally varied results (and some exceptions!)

~ Getting together in spite of Lupin

In which Lupin's basically that "I messed up so bad that I turned my girl date gay/my guy date straight" joke but everyone's still queer and it's just his partner hooking up with his rival because of how much he's been frustrating them both lately (and oops the proxy hate sex turns out to be really good) INHALES. Does that even make any sense.

I'm sorry but Lupin fumbling the ball is just so funny to me. It is a bit deeper than that, obviously, and this'd have some weird love triangle logistics because Jigen and Zenigata are still hopelessly in love with Lupin, in their own ways. But dipping into that is always complicated and messy-- JUST HOW WE LIKE IT.

This one definitely has the most jealousy on all fronts. For me, there's always this little asterisk on the JigLup/LuZeni pairings because someone's getting left out. Tell me Zenigata's chest wouldn't ache every time he watches Lupin and Jigen escape, an arm slung over the other's shoulder, cheek to cheek, laughs fading off into the cold, lonely night. Tell me Jigen wouldn't hate waiting in the Fiat for Lupin to lose his dogged hunter, mind wandering as to why he's taking so damn long. He grits his jaw when Lupin finally saunters up, victoriously spinning yet another pair of handcuffs on his pointer finger.

There's a silent rivalry for Lupin's attention that they might not even realize is going on until they blow up at each other about it.

It's difficult to tell if Lupin is being genuine or just messing around, especially for Zenigata. He asks Jigen how he deals with him, how he deals with.... everything. Just everything. The "will they won't they"s and the "does he really mean it"s. How does he stay so collected all the damn time. Jigen says he doesn't have a single friggin' clue. Maybe they make out sloppy style about it. Maybe they keep meeting up to vent, drink, exist in each other's company. During chases, Zenigata keeps dipping after Jigen instead of Lupin more and more often. Lupin's standing on a rooftop Pulp Fiction John Travolta style wondering where the fuck everyone went.

Ohhh jealous Lupin, where have you gone. Where did the tms writers hide your unchecked narcissistic ego. The other points after this support Supportive Lupin in some capacity but this one does not. The slow-burn's done slow-burning but it ain't over yet, baby. There's trouble in paradise and its name is Lupin the Third. He is Not Enjoying This. The two guys that are always looking at him aren't looking at him anymore and that just won't do. Drama ensues.

~ Getting together because of Lupin

Matchmaker Lupin! This is if Lupin's relationships with Jigen and/or Zenigata are more platonic-leaning (which is totally valid). The paired fics in Disreputable Company nail this dynamic perfectly imo. But as far as my own separate take goes....

They're both just so. So emotionally constipated. Intentionally or not, Jigen's been screwed over in the romantic interest department to many times that he's intentionally reduced his acquaintance list to how many fingers he's got on his right hand. Zenigata practically unloaded an entire clip into his foot as far as maintaining healthy family/friend relationships go. Spoilers for Zenigata Keibu, but he 100% knew what he was saying when he told Haruka he'd go back to her once he caught Lupin (I can never be yours), and that Zenigata's supposed to be the freest one! Bound not necessarily to Lupin specifically, but to The Chase forever.

Anyway. Jigen and Zenigata are Isolated. The fact that someone would consider them attractive is so foreign that they'd think its some kind of sick joke or ruse to screw them over instead of anything that could ever be even remotely genuine. They need someone to shove them out of their little self-made paranoia bubbles, and Lupin just loves to meddle in people's businesses. I dunno. I just think he'd think it's funny.

*dramatic finger point* "haha zenigata, you are banging my partner!!" "you... you tricked us into our first date? made the reservations?? th- the tailored suits???" "lu you friggin roller-skated out in a waiter outfit and immediately bought us the most expensive top-shelf booze they offered. not even remotely conspicuous about it" "lol yeah. good times"

He's just happy two of his favorite humans are finally getting laid for once, y'know?

~ Getting together for Lupin

Jigen and Zenigata are forced to team up. Okay, this scenario only goes down if 1) Lupin goes missing or is KO'd for a prolonged period of time or 2) the Truce demands they separate for a while. On top of seeing this play out in other fics, my good friend duke and I have been messing around with (a variant of) this idea for a while now (aka they've been letting me run around in their au Rampant and Unchecked. ty duke).

In ""canon"", if these two were to become at the very least amicable towards each other, this'd be the way to do it. In all honesty (and my personal bias for them aside), I'm genuinely shocked they haven't done this before. Not even an episode, tms? That 4-ish minute block in POTP is all you're giving me? One bar chat in the kobayashi sendoff ep. Okay. I'm not miffed i swear

Like I mentioned in this previous post, the idea of the two of them being able to function together without Lupin as a crutch is upsetting at first. They're used to following him to the Ends of the Earth and they're used to him living rent-free in their heads. They've convinced themselves that they're hopeless on their own, that if he disappeared for good they'd just go back to being two husks vaguely shaped like humans meandering around with no meaningful north star to head towards. Don't get me wrong, if the situation was Bad, Goemon and Fujiko would be devastated, too. But they could move on, albeit with a heavy heart. They're kind of known for heading out on their own should the situation call for it. But Jigen and Zenigata are in for the long-haul for better or for worse, whether they like it or not (they do not).

They're on edge the whole time. Hostile towards each other and passive-aggressive at best to any unfortunate folk they have to interact with on this stupid side quest they've been unwillingly shunted onto together.

It helps immensely that they're both "cut that out" people to anyone but themselves, because they can be that for each other. There's a lot of bickering/conflicts of interest and methodology. "You're being too harsh", "You're one to talk", "You're so goddamn stubborn", "You're such a hypocrite", etc etc. But holy shit they're so freakishly effective together, to a frankly terrifying degree-- maybe even moreso than with Lupin because they're honing the fuck in and nothing else-- no banter or bullshit-- and that's what gets them through to the end. Maybe it helps them come to terms with whatever sort of issues they've got going on, maybe it doesn't. Bare minimum, they come out of this with newfound understanding of each other. At max, uh.... see the point after this next one.

~ Lupin-adjacent

A shift in fixation. The slightest glance, the slightest exchange of eye contact for a second too long, the briefest moment of consideration, and the thoughts start spiraling. This is "in spite of Lupin" without the spite. The urge to know absolutely everything about someone, down to the marrow, just gets shifted a little bit to the right onto another guy. It's just them, in-between heists, with barely any mention of the Chase and anyone else involved therein. Their own little adventure away from the status quo. It's weird at first, sure, but it's new and exciting and real dang nice having things not revolve exclusively around him for once. It's a shot for Jigen to mess with Zenigata for once and the closest thing to a willing vacation Zenigata can get. Win-win! Well. Sorta.

The loneliness, though-- that's what makes itself most prevalent during the in-between times. They really don't have much left outside of the Usual. Forgetting the bare essentials, days blending together, moving around the masses like a ghost.... it's familiar, and it's common, not being sure whether they actually like someone or they're just desperately lonely. Zenigata wallows in it, Jigen shoves it down. They've got images to keep. but getting noticed for what they are is simultaneously the worst thing to ever happen and the highlight of their day. Real wholesome bonding material, ain't it

"I tracked you down for only you". "I dragged you into this issue because I want you here". "You get it".

~ Secret fifth thing

*points at playbohz mag* "lol wouldn't it be funny if zenigata was jigen's type??" *points at y series, miyazaki's zeni, island of assassins, that one manga where they put him in a tshirt, etc* "oh my god zenigata is jigen's type."

It's just a one-night stand lmao. I feel like I see this one a fair bit too, mostly because it's super duper simple and doesn't require a crap-ton of emotional angst setup just to get them into the same bed. It's the above point diluted into, like, an afternoon lmao. It doesn't have a lot of depth by design. Curiosity gets the better of both of them, plain and simple. They get buzzed enough at a bar, skip off to some motel to do what they gotta do one time and never speak of it again.

A part of me likes that, but another part of me in the deep deep recesses of my psyche is hollering "TACKY YOU GOTTA TURN THIS INTO THE SPITE BULLETPOINT!!!"

NO. For this one they get one nice hookup and THAT'S THAT. Sorry not sorry.

Maybe it's easier because there's actually something to decipher. There isn't some esoteric idea of "Lupin the Third, Gentleman Thief"; a mystery man(?) with a million little gadgets and masks and smiles; this unwavering, unpredictable force of chaos that likes taking shiny things from one place and hiding them somewhere else over and over again with no real rhyme or reason.

It's easier to find solace in turning to the guy next to you and going, "what do you think that is?" than in going up to "that" and poking it with a stick in hopes it'll give some sort of answer. "That" won't. "That" likes watching you guys flounder around together too much :)

[vampcubus]

Hi! If your accepting requests would you mind Writing a thing with tanjiro, zentizu, Inosuke, and Kyoujuro (separate) with a reader who is blind? I have very limited vision, to the point with out my very thick glasses I cant cross a street lol. I'd think it be cute to see our favorite boys help my helpless ass lol.

𝐁𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐃!𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐇𝐂𝐒

:ఌ¨ ♱ 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 : tanjiro, zenitsu, inosuke, and kyojuro.

:ఌ¨ ♱ 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 : sfw, the boys being overprotective.

𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐉𝐈𝐑𝐎 𝐊𝐀𝐌𝐀𝐃𝐎

— Tanjiro has found the balance between being caring and being overprotective of you. He’ll never make you feel like you’re delicate or dependent. Always asks permission before guiding you around, but has mini-heart attacks when he sees you doing dangerous things without him.

— If you're a slayer in spite of your blindness, he is immensely impressed! Always complimenting your grace and swordsmanship. He wonders if your other senses have heightened to accommodate your lack of vision.

— Tanjiro is determined to make you as happy as possible, keeping tabs on scents, textures, and sounds that make you smile. And gods does he love your smile. He'll do anything to see it.

— His hand is practically glued to yours 24/7 because he doesn't want to lose track of you in crowds... and the warm weight of your palm in his is comforting. Gets a little panicky if he loses track of you, head jerking from left to right, hopping to see above the crowd in search of your familiar face.

— Tanjiro always finds you though, that boy can sniff you out no matter where you wander off to.

— It's kind of funny when he finally does find you, because you don't look concerned at all, just going about your business like nothing was amiss. He'll sigh deeply through his nose and smile, jogging to catch up to you and take your hand in his again.

"There you are, you sure slipped away from me haha..."

— Pls don't wander off like that.

𝐙𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐓𝐒𝐔 𝐀𝐆𝐀𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐀

— Anxiety bf that panics when you're out of his sight for more than two seconds, running around like a madman in search of his "poor helpless partner" (even if you're far from helpless)

"Y/N?? SWEETIE, WHERE ARE YOU?" "I'm right here, Zenitsu -_-"

— Actually has a knack for predicting accidents and scouting potential hazards, so he'll casually weave you around dangers without missing a beat in conversation. He'll hear you trip and rush in to keep you from falling just in the knick of time. That super speed comes in handy!

— Definitely takes advantage of your blindness to stare lovingly at you 24/7. Being able to stare at his beautiful partner without consequence? It’s too good to pass up.

— Goes from "let me protect you" to "protect me pls" if he finds out that you're a slayer, clinging onto you whenever you have to hunt demons together. As Zenitsu hardens and becomes less cowardly, he's much easier to work with. You two become so in tune with one another's fighting styles that you often get sent on missions as a pair.

— Zenitsu throws sobbing fits when you get sent on different assignments, worrying the whole time you're apart. What if you tripped and he wasn't there to catch you? What if you got lost and couldn't find your way back to him? He'd die alone!

— Your reunions are always teary (mostly him crying and you stand there confused as to why he's so upset) and snuggle-filled.

"I thought you were dead, my love!" he sobs, and your brows raise. "Your faith in me is sooo inspiring," you sigh, unamused. You pet his hair anyways, letting him cry into your shoulder.

𝐈𝐍𝐎𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐁𝐈𝐑𝐀

— I don't think he'd realize you're blind at first, which I think is fucking hilarious. He's always so confused about why you're missing certain cues and showing no reaction to his body language. He's gotten all up in your face several times just for you to stare at him with a blank expression. Finds you intimidating because of it and backs off.

"(butchered name) is so cool... I CAN'T STAND IT!"

— And then when it clicks that you can't see, he's facepalming so hard. You're not cool you're just blind and can't tell when he's provoking you. No matter, he'll just have to spell it out for you next time.

— If you're a slayer, Inosuke has a great deal of respect for you being able to kick demon butt despite your handicap. Then he thinks you're cool again :)))

— You'll notice that Inosuke holds onto your clothes a lot. Clutches your sleeve and tugs you around, or hangs onto your haori/kimono when you're out and about. He might not seem like the type to be a worry wart, but he is aware that your blindness makes you more vulnerable than others and is determined to be your eyes for you as often as he can. It's an unspoken thing.

— Has some slip-ups where he points at things and says "WOAH LOOK AT THAT!" only to see the strained expression Tanjiro's giving him and your blank one. "Oh right sorry."

— Prepare to be yanked out of the way by the wrist/clothing when danger comes your way. He might not be the most gentle about it, but he doesn't want you to get hurt.

𝐊𝐘𝐎𝐉𝐔𝐑𝐎 𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐎𝐊𝐔

— Kyojuro is insanely protective of you. Always has an arm locked with yours at all times to guide you around safely, it's subconscious at this point.

— Obviously, he can't always be there to help you since his Hashira work keeps him away for long periods, something he regrets deeply. He reminds you to always be careful when you have to part ways, and makes you promise not to do anything too dangerous while he's away.

— Oftentimes entrusts you with Senjuro, who is more than happy to be your eyes when Kyojuro can't. Though sometimes even his father can be seen guiding you around the house, looking all soft-like, not that you can see the gentle expression on his face. Kyojuro's heart swells in his chest at the sight of his family taking such good care of his partner.

— He'll bite his tongue if you're a slayer, though even you can tell he wants to say something sometimes. It's not that he finds you to be weak, he's just terrified of losing you. Training loads with him will put his heart at ease a little, being able to see firsthand just how capable you are despite being sightless. He really shouldn't be surprised, Gyomei was blind just as you are, and is the strongest of the Hashira.

— Kyojuro is always placing your hands on his face and kissing your palms, grinning from ear to ear when he makes you giggle successfully.

[notmorbid]

dead like me, season 1.

dialogue prompts from season one of bryan fuller's dead like me.

i excel at not giving a shit.

a sunny disposition goes a long way in any line of work.

if it's my lunch hour, why is it only 35 minutes?

i know what might cheer you up.

everyone always says the same shit at funerals.

why do you have to be such an asshole?

they're not invisible. you just can't see them.

leave the plastic. cash is king.

isn't stealing from dead people kind of tacky?

i'm sorry, i tuned you out. were you whining?

as childhood traumas go, nothing beats the realization that everything dies. including you.

unhappy people do unhappy things.

you need to leave now. you're making me tired.

souls go bad in all kinds of ways.

all you can ever hope to do is make it easier. that may not seem like a lot, but it is.

i think for me, death was just a wakeup call.

you know what your problem is? you wake up every morning wondering what the world's gonna do for you.

i'm going to say this as politely as possible: i will fuck you up.

i am really trying to respect you. i am. but it's really hard sometimes.

carving my own path seems like way too much work.

just so you know, i'm very prone to anxiety attacks.

most of the time i'm talking out of my ass. i don't know shit.

just smell some fucking roses already.

you know, you can talk to me about stuff. if you want to.

monotony is the mind killer.

what you do now matters. what you don't do matters.

what is an average heart, anyway?

the password's 'rimjob', if you want to get on.

i wish people were more complicated, but they're not.

i don't want my picture taken.

it's very tempting to think the little jewels from our lives will bring it all back. but they won't.

i was dreaming about frogs.

i'm pretty sure they put mind control drugs in the water cooler.

you can't come up with a more original way to act out?

intuitive thinkers are the worst.

people lie all the time. it's not a bad thing.

if a lie is big enough, there's an instinctive need to protect it. it's almost maternal.

i need somebody to give me lessons on how to communicate with you, because i'm at a loss.

i need to be unconscious.

have you ever kept a scrapbook?

the lengths i go to for free food.

you've got a worldly quality. a certain je nai se quoi.

falling's easy, you just fall. jumping requires strength of will.

my face gets sore if i smile too much.

do you have to be such an asshole?

there's a finite number of personalities in the world, and i have met them all.

no wonder your children don't come and visit you.

jesus christ, fella, cut the cord.

you always seem to go a different way than everyone else.

open door's an invitation. gotta jump while the door's open.

why do i keep losing all the things and people that i care about?

when you can't make sense of someone leaving, you try to make sense of what they left behind.

i just don't get our culture's obsession with moving on. what are we afraid of, remembering? being sad?

you want to steal something, don't you?

you want to be a bowling pin your whole life, or would you rather be the ball?

i'm sorry, i'm trying to flirt with you. it's not really my thing.

why are you stalking me?

i could burn you a really great cd, if you want.

your perversions are coming into disturbing focus.

not in that life, not in this one, not ever.

you get close enough to see the pain, and it's no longer funny.

i really liked kissing you.

we all create, in our heads, who we are. who we want others to be.

what fresh hell is this?

just because you're dead doesn't mean you have to give up.

i'm not good at the pet thing.

i don't exactly know where home is, these days.

if you don't know the difference between flipping and flopping, we're knee-deep in water without a paddle.

i'm concerned you don't know what you're asking for.

i think some people wander because that's who they are.

you are a very internal little creature.

is it wrong to decide someone's a great person because they're so much like you?

you want to get coffee? i think that's what you're supposed to say when somebody's having a fucked-up day.

you do know the story, right?

you didn't do anything wrong. i'm just screwed up.

i didn't know that was all the time we'd have.

a girl's got needs, you know. even a dead girl.

i'm sure there's going to be some karmic reward for you down the line.

how's the whole 'dead' thing working out for you?

everybody grieves in a different way.

i could've, should've. didn't.

when you're mourning yourself, closure is a little tricky.

the one death you never get over is your own.

you can go fuck a duck.

i think i'm going to miss you the most.

do you want to do some acid?

i feel that my current reality is altered enough.

traveling alone has a certain magic.

what, did you all get together to vote me off the island?

the world is a very big place, and you are not the center of it.

let's just pretend everything is back to normal.

if you stand too close to a painting, all you see are patches of color. stand too far back, and you're missing all the detail.

haunting is all about envy.

i've always wanted to knock over a liquor store.

people mostly just want to hear themselves talk.

i work better alone.

i love the books that people leave here.

if a tree falls in the forest, who gives a fuck?

you can't smoke in here.

you have no respect for authority, you know that?

this job is really getting in the way of the business of living.

you only have one shot at life. this isn't a dress rehearsal.

i'm sorry i wasn't sweeter.

i'm sorry i didn't show you as much affection as i felt for you. i did love you.

i keep forgetting how young you were.

i love cemeteries. the quiet. the stories on headstones.

[dirtysvthoughts]

oh, so y'all thought i wasn't gonna write about this? everyone's gonna suffer along with me on this thursday, bc he's literally my adonis, his sexy ass </3

general tags/warnings: boyfriend!chan, female! reader, sexting into video call sex, dirty talk, mutual masturbation, reader (kenny) is obsessed with chan's muscle groups

word count: 1.3k

notes: y'all this chan dropped this morning, had me feeling things, and then this was born, god he's so sexy, wanna suck him off so bad.. anyways, hope y'all enjoy and lemme know if ya liked it :')

imagine chan working out after his schedule, alone in the gym, finishing his last set of weights. he notices his phone light up from across the room, picking it up from where he left it on the floor. he smiles as your name appears along with the green message icon, envisioning your sweet voice as he reads your text:

baby: heyyy, how was ur day? been thinkin about you 🤍

you lie in your bed, in nothing but one of chan's t-shirts and a pair of panties. chan was coming to see you later on the day, and you couldn't wait. even though it had only been a few days since you last saw each other, you couldn't get enough of him. as your mind continues to wander, the ping of a new notification immediately brings you back to reality.

channie: it was pretty good, i'm about to finish my workout. i've been thinking about you too, pretty girl :)

you clench around nothing as you read his new message over two things. one, he called you pretty girl which always got you going; two, he was at the gym. working out. probably shirtless. all of beautifully shaped muscles on display.

you never admitted this to your boyfriend directly, but you were obsessed with his muscles. his shoulders and back are so broad and strong, you felt them up whenever you could. whenever his arms flexed while doing something, you couldn't help but bite down on your lip, thinking about what it would be like to slightly tighten his grasp when his hands were on your throat. and his abs? you so desperately wanted to sink down on them and ride chan, praising him for how sculpted he is and how he makes you feel so good.. all this was on your mind and more as you typed out your response.

baby: oh? ur working out today? 😏 knowing you, ur shirt's probably somewhere across the room 🤣

chan smirks, laughing to himself at your guess. he still had his white shirt on with his sleeves rolled up, but something in him wanted to take the conversation in a new direction.

chan: i mean, it's not, but who's to say i can't take it off right now?

chan: maybe send you a pic or two...

you freeze at the most recent message. you were already needy for him, and he was voluntarily giving you the chance? you couldn't pass this up.

baby: chan, don't tease me.. pls..

baby: if ur serious about this, then lemme see

baby: wanna have you pin me down with those arms 😩

without a second thought, chan takes off his shirt and tosses it across the room. he angles himself in the mirror correctly so you can see all of him, his left arm holding the waistband of his shorts as if he wants you to see more.

then, he takes a video, the camera facing him this time. not saying a word, he smirks at the camera as it goes from his face all the way down to his waist, making sure you could see his defined muscles up close.

he can feel his dick get hard as he types out his next message, sitting down on one of the benches, already thinking about what he would do to you later on that night.

channie: [image]

channie: [image]

channie: [video]

channie: how is it, pretty girl? like what you see? 😏

you were already gone, hands playing with your clit outside your panties, thinking about the last time you had sex with chan. how he pinned you down, how his thrusts were so strong, and how his muscles flexed so deliciously...

you grab your phone with your free hand, and you whimper at the pics he sent you. but you're not ready when you press play on the video, moaning at how insanely hot he is, and he wasn't even doing much.

baby: fuck, channie

baby: ur so fucking sexy

baby: i need u so so bad 🥺

chan moves to lock the door of the room he was in, making sure no one could disturb or see him. he sits back down and opens up the camera again, this time taking a video of him from the waist down.

channie: [video]

channie: need you too, baby

channie: so much that my dick is rock hard now

channie: need you inside of me too

you open the video to reveal chan's big dick, his hands running up and down his shaft, his tip starting to get red. you were in a trance at how he moved, your hands starting to hurt from moving faster.

an idea pops in your head, and you find the voice recorder, tapping on it and the numbers appear across the screen.

"mmm, channie, a-ahh, channie... i'm so wet for you, i'm touching myself but it doesn't f-feel the same at all," you whine feeling your stomach starting to coil, "want you to make me come all over my sh-sheets, a-ah!"

you hit send, and sit up, not wanting to come just yet. you get your vibrator from your drawer, glancing at your phone and noticing that chan has listened and kept your dirty little voice message. seconds after, his name flashes across your screen as a video call. you toss your vibrator on the bed, and set up your phone on top of your pillows. you accept the call just before it disappears.

"damn, my pretty girl doesn't waste any time, does she?" is the first thing you hear as you lift up your shirt so he could see your lower body. you grab the vibrator and slowly place it on your clit, looking directly into the camera as you begin to grind down, loudly moaning at how it amplified how you were feeling.

"s-shit, ch-chan," is all you can manage to say in the moment.

"does it feel good, baby? i know you already wish it was me filling that tight pussy up," he groans as he goes back to touching himself. "god, you're gonna be so in for it tonight."

"i wish you were here, this vibrator only does so much, you're so much better, fuck, those pics you sent me turn me on so much.. you're so big and broad, i just want you ruin me and make me yours."

he smirks, wanting to take you further to the edge. "well, who makes you feel this good, baby? who always gets you so wet your panties are soaked? say my name, baby, tell me you're mine," he tilts his head back as he moves his hand faster on his dick.

"i'm yours, chan, i'm yours! 'm gonna cum, gonna cum, love you s-so much, are you close? " you whine, feeling your climax quickly approaching.

" 'm getting there baby, but you're gonna cum? do it for me then, baby. cum all over those sheets while you're thinking of me fucking you, can't wait to get inside of you.."

you gasp for air as you finally release all of you, chanting his name as if it was the only ting you knew. seeing you cum, chan comes into his hands, his fingers coated in his own juices.

"channie," you sweetly say as you bring your fingers to your mouth, licking them clean, teasing him by taking them in and out. "don't you wanna come taste me yourself?"

he groans out, clearly enjoying the extra show you were putting on for him. "you better take off those panties and get ready for me," he says as he comes out of view to grab his shirt. "i'm hightailing it to your place, i need to have you."

"then come make me feel good baby," you say as you blow a kiss, smiling at chan, ending the video call.

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PLEASE ELABORATE ON THE BRACELET WITH EDDIES NUMBER ON IT

Was there a time Steve sleepwalked and someone did call Eddie? Was there another time it came in handy when Steve lost Eddie (or Eddie lost Steve) or something other?? Please I need more that is so cute

Just a warning, I made this sad for no reason.

Once when Steve went on tour with Eddie, he wandered off in a post-ictal fog and ended up lost in the city. It took them a few hours to find each other because Steve didn’t know where he was nor did he have any money on him. After that, he would write the phone number of Eddie’s manager on his arm since he was the only guy on tour with a cell phone.

Pat, Eddie’s manager, wasn’t thrilled with this arrangement because he didn’t particularly like Steve, but after Steve channeled the coldest version of his mother and reminded Pat that only one of them was replaceable – “And managers are a dime of dozen” – he begrudgingly agreed.

He was never called.

Steve actually got the idea for the bracelet from one of his second graders.

After a pretty bad allergic reaction, one of his students came back to school with a little silver bracelet on her wrist. It had her mother’s phone number on it and the words ‘Peanut Allergy.’ She smiled up at Steve when she showed him and said, “My mama says this will keep me safe!”

He smiles too, “I bet it will.”

The bracelet is a surprise that Steve never gets to tell Eddie about. The day it comes in the mail, Eddie is over at Gareth’s for a D&D campaign so Steve never even gets the chance to tell him. He goes to bed before Eddie gets home and wakes up in the Emergency Room.

He’s cold and his feet hurt, and there are cuts on his hands and medical tape on his face, and for a second, he thinks he’s in the backseat of a blue Camaro with the world’s most reckless driver. He tries to sit up and it sets up an alarm and then there’s a hand in his, squeezing it.

It takes Steve a second to recognize the rings, to follow the rings up an arm, up to big eyes and messy curls, and Steve breaths out the only thing he can think, “Wow.”

“Wowza, big boy,” Eddie grins back at him, and Steve loves him. “How are you feeling?”

“Did something happen?”

“Yeah, uh. Sleepwalking again,” Eddie hums and then he smiles again. He taps a ring on his free hand against the metal bracelet on Steve’s wrist, “This is fucking brilliant, by the way. Did you think of it?”

Steve’s jaw kinda hurts like he’s been clenching it, but he smiles anyways, “Yeah.”

“You’re a genius, babe. They called me immediately,” He says, kissing his knuckles. Steve frowns, seeing a bruise there. Eddie notices and his grin takes on a chaotic edge, “You punched a security guard.”

“What?”

“For real, babe,” Eddie laughs at the panicked look on his face. “I don’t know what they did to trigger you, but you fuckin’ decked one of ‘em.”

“Oh my god, I’m going to jail.”

“Nah, it’s all good. I took care of it,” Eddie says and then to the skeptical look on Steve’s face, he rolls his eyes. “Okay, fine. The guy is a fan and I gave him tickets not to press charges. Also, he feels pretty bad about spooking you since you clearly weren’t in your right mind.”

“Was in my left mind then?” Steve half-jokes, half-yawns. “Who brought me in?”

“You did.” Eddie’s smile dims in a way that’s a little sad but full of love. “You came here on your own actually – without shoes. We’re gonna have to teach your left mind about shoes – and, uh. Based on what I’ve heard, you were looking for a patient.”

“A patient? What patient?”

“They, uh. They said you were looking for Max.”