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sariel626 · 1 year ago

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A Raccoon and a Child

Just binged the S5 BSD episodes and noticed that Karl wasn’t with Poe while Ranpo gathered of the agency members (for obvious reasons) so what if he entrusted him to watch over little (Reader) in the office?

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(Reader) was practicing her English, courtesy of her teacher, with the help of Karl flipping back to the page on how to pronounce the particular letter every now and then while Poe talked on the phone. He hung up suddenly and started to put his coat on, “Karl, (Reader), I’m going out for a bit. Please stay here and don’t leave until I get back.” The raccoon understood immediately, but the girl did not. “Why isn’t Karl going with you?” “I just can’t have Karl come with for it to work. If the anyone comes, press the button to call for Mr.Fitzgerald under my desk. Even though he can be scary, he’ll take care of them for you. I have to go now.” The worried child ran over and gave her father a hug goodbye before he left.

And so this left her and a raccoon to finish her homework. However, as many of us know, once the parents/teachers are gone, it’s very easy to get distracted. As the two watched Poe walk out of the building through the office’s glass exterior, (Reader) glanced at Karl and offered, “Tell dad I did my science homework and I’ll ‘accidentally’ add the good food to his cart”

Karl checked off ‘study unit 4 of science’

This is where the chaos began to unfold…as we all know, kids are curious beings and (Reader) is no exception to that. She immediately went over to her dad’s desk and started opening drawers, “He has to have a drawer with candy if he’s friends with Uncle Ranpo! There’s gotta be one!” She peeked up onto his desk, “Dad’s new mystery? I should ask if I can proofread it later.” Karl started tugging on the end of her shirt. The nosy girl sighed, “You’re right…it’s probably in his coat.” She made sure to cover her tracks and go back to where she originally sat.

There was a slight pause of silence before the girl let out a sigh, “it’s boring without dad here.” Karl tried thinking of ways to entertain the girl other than hopping on her shoulders, but as far as a raccoon’s knowledge about human activities goes, it’s not all too far. He sat down and stuck out his paws so it was as if he had be knocked onto his butt. (Reader) perked up, “Do you wanna play Avocado? Miss Louisa taught me it the other day!” She walked Karl through each hand movement carefully and did the pattern in the song slowly with him before starting, it went for a about a minute cuz he’s a smart raccoon before young (Reader) messed up! “Nooo!!! Now you get to change my name for the day! Wait, you’re a raccoon, you can’t change my name cuz you don’t know a-“ Karl took one of her markers and wrote A-I from her vowels page, also a name that appeared in one of her father’s books as one of the killers. (Reader), now named Ai for the day, looked at the paper surprised, “I’m asking dad for help from now on.” Then the girl opened up her iPad and started working her own mystery novel.

About an hour later, loud noises were heard from outside the office. This caught the girl’s attention, should she call for Mr.Fitzgerald? Karl sensed her unease and hopped onto her shoulder. After approaching the door, everything went silent and (Reader) recalled her father’s words, ‘if anyone comes, press the button to call for Mr.Fitzgerald under my desk.’ She backed up towards her father’s desk right before everything went silent. ‘Maybe she and Karl were safe…’ the hopeful girl thought, but she couldn’t be more wrong as the door was kicked open.

The second the door slammed into the wall, the small child spammed the button. A voice called out, “Come out Edgar Allen Poe! You have been suspected of aiding in the recent terrorist activities! Check everywhere men! Behind the desks, behind the curtains, leave no nook unturned!” Meanwhile Reader clung to Karl with tears in her eyes underneath the desk, ‘Why now? If they find us, it’ll be harder on dad.’

As she finished her thought, one of the officers looked under the desk and found them. “Hey Captain! I found a kid and this raccoon, I bet we could use them as hostages if he tries to run.” Upon hearing that, something sparked in (Reader), “You’ll never catch dad cuz he’s way smarter than you! He knows the detective agency is innocent, Uncle Ranpo would never…Auntie Yosano wouldn’t…”

The Captain of the squadron scoffed at this, “A kid like you doesn’t even understand how serious this is; what would YOU know about what they would and wouldn’t do?” He laughed after finishing his question. (Reader)’s stare sharpened, though remnants of fear were still blatantly visible, “More than you officers who arrest according to your robotic like judgement. I’m seven years old, I was studying before you came in and now you’re gonna take dad away and probably Karl. I wish you all would just disappear somewhere!”

Ting!

With the utter of those words, our little (Reader)’s special ability reveals itself and sends them to the sweet shop she really wanted to go to since playing Avocado with Karl. Finally, Francis arrives and finds the office ransacked, “I’m not here to clean up after your mess.” “No! The police were here! They wanna arrest my dad! You just got here a little bit late” The blonde sighed, “I’ll send someone to fix this and have a conversation with their commander. Send my apologies to your father when you get the chance.” The girl agreed and apologized for wasting his time before Francis left.

(Reader) picked up Karl to look him into the eye and spun him around. “I have an ability! And it’s a cool one that could help people AND let me spend more time with Uncle Ranpo!” She stopped spinning and set the poor raccoon down, “I wonder where they went though? Did I kill them? Why did it only just now work? I wish for snacks!” The snacks did not appear. After a few tries, the girl gave up and moved onto math homework since her dad would probably be getting back soon and about 3 problems in, she turned to Karl and asked, “Hey Karl, why do I have to solve these? Why can’t my homework just solve itself?” Once the thought was finished, her pencil began glowing a light purple and solving the problems on its own. Karl whacked the awestruck girl for cheating and the pencil dropped halfway through the fifth problem, so she rubbed the spot and turned to him asking, “What? I was just using my resources! Dad always tells me to do that.”

Speak of the devil, the confused soul opened his broken door to his mostly fixed office, who knows what happened to the papers on the desk after the attack… “I heard from Mr.Fitzgerald about what happened, are you two al- oof!” Poe was immediately hugged by his daughter and Karl jumped off her shoulder onto his making him smile and hug back. The small girl spoke up, “hey dad?” The poet hummed, “promise me you’ll never leave me here for too long again?” The novelist didn’t want to make any promises he couldn’t keep because Ranpo can make some rather time extensive and dangerous requests at times, but he also doesn’t want his daughter to worry. “Once the agency is proven innocent, I can make that promise to you.” “…Ok, I trust you and Uncle Ranpo.”

Poe went over to his desk to try and get things back in order. “Oh, How are your studies coming along?” (Reader) froze up at this question and dismissed it before Karl could out her earlier antics, but he did anyway. Her father looked surprised at the very idea that his daughter would consider cheating, “How? Did you use a website? Do I need to take away your iPad? Wait, no, I have to take away your iPad as punishment.” Karl went over and grabbed it for him since he was already sitting down, but the only thing on Reader’s mind was sharing her ability with her dad. “I have a special ability!” This was the last thing he expected to hear from his formerly ability-less daughter. “T-that’s great news! But what is it? Is it like mine or the Boss’s?” “Kinda? I think I have to know stuff for it to work. When the police were here for you, I said I wish they would disappear somewhere and they did, then I asked Karl why my math homework couldn’t solve itself and it did until he made me stop it.” Poe paused to think for a moment, ‘A spatial ability that alters the state of reality according to the user’s knowledge of what they’re altering. That’s a dangerous ability to entrust to someone so young. It may be good to let Ranpo know about it, but there’s no guarantee she’d be able to use it when Ranpo wants her to or at the capacity he would need.’ He was snapped out of his thoughts by light taps on his desk. It was his daughter wondering if she was supposed to have a better ability. He reassured her, hers was more than a great ability, but (Reader) should keep quiet about its existence for now

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(Reader) officially has an ability that could probably stop the war and like, half the trauma from traumatizing us if used correctly, but oh no! She’s seven! That’s no place for a girl her age.

#bsd #bungou stray dogs #platonic bungo stray dogs #poe bsd #platonic bsd #platonic poe x reader bsd #platonic poe bsd #platonic ranpo bsd

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asksuccubussides · 11 months ago

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What if you were an asexual succubus, wouldn't that be fucked up or what Chapter 14

Masterpost of chapters

By the feet of the person who was still a stranger to Janus he saw his date silently sob and he didn’t know how to react to seeing him properly cry for the first time. He ended up standing frozen and watching as the stranger knelt down to pull Remus into a hug.

They let him wipe snot into the shoulder of their shirt and moved the tip of their tail from his back up to his curly hair and down again to soothe him.

"Is everything okay?" Janus asked but the stranger didn't react in the slightest, not a single muscle in their face even twitched in some form of recognition of him having spoken.

It was only when Remus had stopped shaking as badly that the stranger looked up and Janus realized that they were weirdly enough wearing sunglasses even though it was well into the night. The stranger kept their tail around Remus' back as they held out their hand and Janus shook it.

"We haven't seen each other in likeee forever so like sawry for reaction" The stranger blurted out as an explanation.

They spoke with the exact same accent as Remus' only slightly less thick though Janus couldn't help but notice the strange way they pronounced the words. It was if every letter was off by the smallest of marginals.

"I don't mind" He replied.

The stranger pulled off their sunglasses and squinted up at him before continuing "I'm Remy! Me and Remus are like such besties!" They pinched their friend's cheek "That's why I've missed him sssssooOo much! Now who're you?"

"I...." A thousand thoughts raced in Janus' mind about how to word what he was to Remus. It wasn't as if they had officially said they were dating but it didn't feel as if they could be described as only friends anymore "I am...Janus. I'm good friends with him as well. He's told me about you"

Remy's smile staled into obvious fakeness and they quickly pulled in Remus' arm to make him stand up on shaky legs as they mumbled in their native language "Girlie I love you and I get this is a lot happening at once but you gotta like interpret for me" They looked back to Janus "Sawwrry girl. It's dark as shit and I can't see your lips like at all!...I'm deaf! I tots forgot to say that! I can not hear you but I am like sooo sure your voice is great"

Remus quickly wiped his tears and signed what Janus had said for Remy. His eyes were the same shade of red from crying as his horns were.

"JAENAS!" Remy exclaimed "YOU're Jaenas! Mr. Boytoy! Great! Fan-fucking-tastic"

The human glanced between the both of them with a confused look since they had just claimed they hadn't spoken in a while and yet Remy recognized his name, while Remus questioned the exact same thing.

Both of their confusion was brushed aside as Remy continued the conversation in a rapid pace "Girl you're so fun but me and my Emus here have totally sooo much to catch up on so like goodnight? Sleep tight? Keep your ass right?"

They looked to Remus who nodded along and moved in to hug Janus goodnight but the human meet him with a kiss on the cheek instead before briefly taking his hands "I have the afternoon shift at the library tomorrow" He murmured "Goodnight darling"

Remus held onto his hand for a moment too long before letting his fingers slip away and waving goodbye while the human went up the stairs to the apartment. As soon as the door had closed behind him Remy let up into a mix of an excited scream and a cry as they dragged their friend into another tight hug. They swayed with him side to side while rubbing their cheek to his.

The only reason they let go at all was so that they could sign to each other. Remus had so many questions his hands stayed hovering in the air unsure of where to start before finally signing.

'I missed you'

'Ive missed you-'

Their hands stopped as they retched forward but avoided throwing up. They kept their tail over their nose as they stood back up.

'You need a shower! You smell Angel as shit!-'

'ANGEL!?' His hand movements were big and fast.

'YEAH! Angel! Its good my gag reflex is amazing or else I woulda thrown up all over your boytoy'

'Gross!! Angel smell must have rubbed off on me from the club'

'Aside from the shower, bitch where have you been staying? Girl it's been a long two months we gotta chill out and T A L K'

Remus quickly explained the living situation of him hiding in the library every night and sleeping in the beanbag chairs and with every word that went by Remy's eyes turned wider and their mouth more agape.

"Noooo!! Girl! No!" They yelled out before switching back to sign 'We are soooo staying at a hotel. I got money and even if I didnt I could just like suck a guy off! Did I see you two sluts come out of a car? You got a car now?'

'Stolen'

'But you cant drive???'

'So far I havent killed anyone!'

They rolled their eyes 'Girl we are walking. Cars are gonna go out of style any day now trust me! You should have been there in 1920. The cars looked silly as all hell. Now trains! Trains I trust 'cause those fuckers were already there when I came into existance. Trusty. Reliable'

'Your old side is showing' Remus butted in.

'Shut up! You can walk, imma fly'

'Oh yeah fly like the angel slut you are! You were the one just complaining about angel smell!'

'Angels got wings. Birds got wings. Does that make me a fucking bird bitch???' They signed while letting their wings grow out from their shoulderblades and Remus pretended to throw up.

Only a few minutes of Remy flying and Remus running along later the pair ended up at a decently fancy hotel. The kind that had a night staffman but not the kind that had a pool. Remy, unlike Remus, had long since realized the value of asking for money after feeding as was the human custom and with that they easily booked a room for two with a single cozy bed and one pull out sofa though the pull out would end up being unused as the demons had no qualms about sharing a bed.

Two fluffy bathrobes laid ready on the beds along with towels, the mini fridge was well stocked and the tv controller only had to be shaken around one time for it to work. Neither of them paid much thought to the tv right now as Remy was too busy shooing Remus into the bathroom to get a proper shower while he whined like he was a pig going to the slaughter.

He crossed his arms over his chest to make an X before repeating the signs for 'Is Roman okay? Is Emile okay? Tell me first!' over and over

"Yeah yeah Emile's fine" Remy muttered back while continuing to push him so that he physically had to stamp his heels into the ground to stop

'Roman! Roman! Roman!'

"I'll tell you AFTER the shower! Just get that Angel shit away!"

'Why're not answering?! You answered about Emile!'

With an extra push from their tail Remus tumbled into the bathroom and Remy promptly slammed the door shut behind him. The demon rolled his eyes and pretended to mutter to himself while pulling his clothes off and throwing them onto the floor.

It was the moment that he turned on the water that dread started to crawl up into his mind. The cold water pooled around his feet as his thoughts began to wander to questioning if Remy was still on the other side of the wall, if they were really here, whether he had dreamt it or imagined it or if between the time that he stepped in and now something had happened to them.

His whole body tensed up as he dragged in a big breath but he couldn't breathe it out again. It was stuck somewhere in his chest making him unable to breathe.

The distance to the door felt miles long while his body felt frozen stuck. His mouth fell open to call for Remy but no sounds came out. Instead he managed to move enough to slam his head against the wall but the moment his forehead hit the tiles he remembered Remy wouldn't be able to hear him no matter what.

The ground opened up underneath him as he took off in a sprint out of the shower and smacked his body right into the door to burst it open. Remy was sitting on the bed with their back to him and was hugging the pillow close to their chest.

A very naked and very wet Remus jumped onto the bed and cuddled up to their side making them let out a shrill scream.

"DON'T SCARE ME LIKE THAT!"

Remus just held onto them harder and moved to rest his head on their chest. They let out a sigh before leaning back into the soft bed and laying their tail around him. They tilted their head forward so that their horns nudged against each other and held him like that for a moment.

"I'm sorry girlie. This shit has just been so- I just needed like a minute of quiet to like think of how to like say shit"

He looked up to his friend and stroked his hand against their cheek to try and make them smile.

"Okay but like I know you clean yourself like a fucking cat but you can not have showered that quick-"

'I was scared you were gone'

"oh....Want me to come with?"

Remus nodded prompting Remy to go along with him back to the bathroom. They only bothered to take off their shorts and jacket before stepping under the still dripping shower head while their friend rolled himself into a little ball like a rabid raccoon trying to get away from a veterinarian.

Remy sat down behind him and leant his head back so they could shampoo it. They dragged out his curls to their full length and scrubbed them furiously with shampoo one by one before they pulled the few curls that had turned white around their finger and looked at it next to the rest of Remus' hair that was a natural vibrant chestnut brown.

The demon noticed and turned around so he could put the strands of his white hair next to Remy's fully white hair before signing 'We match'

"It's good" Remy took ahold of the hair on both sides of their friend's face and shook him lightly around until he silently laughed "If you only have a few strips of white it means it's still revertible"

He let his finger move against strands of Remy's pure white hair and met their eyes.

"Girl it's been too late for me for a loooong time"

He didn't move his finger nor his gaze.

"It's like okay. Being deaf aint a death sentence but I think you would like instantly explode if you can't annoy people with your shrill ass voice"

He nodded in agreement.

They finished shampooing his hair before letting their hand slip down to the choker around the demon's neck "The chokers new" They commented with a cheeky sort of smile.

He hadn't even considered taking it off 'Gift from J A N U S' He hand spelled the name out and it felt like saying it for the first time all over again making rats crawl around in his tummy.

Remy hosed him down with water which made his hair weighed down in front of his eyes like a highland cow and he started to rinse it out like a sponge.

"I saw how you and the Jaenas acted....Is that why you like haven't" Remy mimicked getting their head cut off "Yet?"

For once Remus liked soap because having it in his hands meant he had a reason not to sign back immediately. While he got hosed down again he finally hesitantly signed.

'We havent fucked'

Remy's mouth fell agape and the shower head slipped in their hand and ended up spraying directly in their face. They quickly turned the shower off and stood up "GIRL????? BITCH???? BABEY??? YOU HAVEN'T- DOES HE HAVE ERECTILE DYSFUNCTION!? IT'S BEEN LIKE-"

He managed to slip past them and started to dry himself off to keep avoiding the conversation by covering his face with the towel. When he had completely dried he saw Remy standing waiting with one of the bathrobes ready for him. They threw it at him before signing.

'Girl I didnt mean it like that. I meant that like' Their hands stopped for a moment '...Hes like SOOOO' They dragged out the sign 'Obviously CRAZY for you! I thought he would have like jumped at the first chance to climb mt. Remus! Do you like him?'

'Hes human'

'Yeah duh. I meant if you like find him hoooot. Maybe youve like finally found your type or something! youre just like really late to like find That person that gets you going yknow??? I mean Emile had never spent much thought on like hooking up till he met me'

Remus gave them the kind of thousand yard stare that only comes from being told the same exact bullshit a thousand times.

'But he had thought of it'

'Like yeahhh of course'

'How did you even find me? Did you put a gps in me when I was asleep???' He tried to check his back for trackers but he just ended up looking like a dog chasing its own tail. ‘Be honest. Did you shove a gps up my ass?’

Remy walked back out into the main room and opened the mini bar with their tail while explaining "So like you and Roman have that weird like twin connection thingie"

'Had' He corrected.

"Yeah well it got like severed when your speech was taken away right?" They looked through the packs of gummy worms and chips and pulled out a packet of chocolate and offered a piece to Remus.

His toes curdled up at the memory of his brother's face in agony as both of theirs speech was taken away. A shudder went up through his whole body as he nodded.

"There must have been some like overlap 'cause like Roman could at least like tell for a few minutes after you were like cast down to earth that you were looking for some uhhh Jaenas guy in like England-ish? So Emile's been looking through this things called like addresses and phone books to find all the Jaenases and I've been looking for you at every Jaenas place I could find. Girl can you imagine if the guy was named something tots generic like Edward or whatever British people are called"

They shrugged before eating the chocolate.

"Apparently there's like exactly 169 Jaenases in England...Niiiiiceee"

Remus let up into a tired chuckle 'If everything goes right soon there should be 168 J a n u s e s'

Remy moved their arm around his shoulders and used their tail to ruffle his hair "Girl!! That's the spirit!!" They pulled him down to the floor and started stacking out things from the mini bar while continuing with "So I've been thinking you gotta like seduce your boytoy, right?"

He nodded.

"But like you're good at violence. I'm good at being pretty, gorgeous and charming. Why can't I just like seduce him and then you do the deed??"

'G E N I U S'

They high fived and both internally thought their part of the plan was clearly the most important.

"Okay girlie look here" Remy pointed to a bag of gummy bears "This is you" Next to a bottle of soda "This is the boytoy" They tapped on the glass of a beer bottle "And this is me. So like tell me the location"

Remus rubbed his two entire braincells together 'He works at the library'

"Great! We're going somewhere here bitccch!! So what does he like? Like should I be more like hard to get or like totally open? Does he wanna top or bottom? Spill everything girl"

During the afternoon shift at the library Janus noticed quite quickly that Remus and Remy were attempting to hide behind one of the book shelves though they were extremely easy to spot. Watching the two of them look around like a pair of meerkats with the clear intent of being as subtle as a spy was so far the most enjoyable part of Jan's day so he didn't mind much.

He pretended to not notice them and kept reading the book he had hid behind the counter of the library reception. When he glanced back up he saw Remy push Remus forward out from behind the bookshelf followed by the demon waving at him. Janus waved back and prepared himself to hear some stupid stuff as both of the demons hurried up to him.

"Hiiii girliee!" Remy put their elbows on the counter and leant their head on their hands, even tilted their head, to look all sweet "Whatcha reaaading?"

Abruptly they pulled the book from Janus' hands and quickly read the title before showing it to Remus. "It's about gothic literature" The human replied.

"Totally cute!" (Remy hadn't followed his lips, they were just hoping they had answered right)

Janus glanced at Remus and waited for him to speak which Remy noticed and quickly butted in with "He's like non verbal right now...Uh Autism y'know?"

"As a concept? No, I have never heard of autism ever in my entire life. Is it perhaps a type of bug" Jan said with a completely straight face to which Remus quickly had to sign that he was being sarcastic.

"Sooo. We- me and Emus here are tots feeling this is like the perfect day for a hang out so which time do you get off work you think?"

"Very classy to only ask which time and not whether I actually want to-" Janus stopped as he noticed Remus interpreting what he was saying to sign "Oh dear, I forgot you- Is there some way I can be more understandable?"

Remy looked to what Remus was signing and smiled slightly "Maybe talk a bit slower so I can read your lips"

"Of cours-" He caught himself talking the same and tried to slow you "Oof Cooursse"

They did a thumbs up before properly asking "Well bitch? Do you wanna hang out??"

Remus bounced on the heels of his feet while grinning to his human which made Janus' insides feel all gooey "Ssssure. I will be done in an hour"

The double Rs did a high five with each other before trying to high five Janus but he just shook his head.

"Viv is at work so it's just us" Janus said as he unlocked the door to the apartment "Should I put on a cuppa?.......A cup of tea I mean?"

Remus shuffled along into the apartment while doing a thumbs up. Remy was holding onto him with their tail while subtly trying to give him a death stare.

'Whos V i v?'

'Stinky roommate'

'Is he a problem?'

Remus thought for a second before signing 'Hes just really fucking repressed, not a problem. If youre hungry you should seduce him'

While the Rs gossiped about the roomate Janus looked at them from the small kitchen part of the living room. The kettle churned out a constant rumbling pitch as he leant against the counter and crossed his arms.

In the evening light of their meeting yesterday Janus hadn't gotten a proper good look at Remy but now when he studied their face an unsettling feeling fell over him. Their face was symmetrical to an unnatural degree with sculpted eyebrows and long pure white eyelashes perfectly framing their big glossy blue eyes.

There were no liver spots, marks, zits or even any bumpy skin. Their whole face was perfectly smooth and hairless and their limbs long and slender. When they moved they had the grace of a dancer. It was all too perfect.

In a lot of ways they were similar to Remus in how symmetrical and smooth they were but Remus at least had layers of grime on his cheeks, messy curls, overgrown eyebrows and bread crumbs left in his mustache. When he grinned his yellowing teeth showed and wrinkles in their infancy appeared near his mouth. Thick hair covered every part of his arms, legs and chest and even grew noticeable from his nose. Janus had seen his tummy had a hairy happy trail as well and he looked forward to soon enough explore how low the hair went.

Janus tried to shake off the thoughts before they completely wandered away. Still he couldn’t quite get rid of the thought that Remy didn't seem human though on the outside he instead simply decided to be snarky.

"Isn't it a bit unfair that you have two entire secret languages to speak in. If I wasn't so universally adored I would have been worried you two were talking shit about me in front of my face"

Before either of the demons had time to respond the kettle blasted out a high pitched ring and Janus turned his back to prepare the tea. Meanwhile Remy strategically motioned for them and Remus to sit down on the couch with an awkward bit of space between them so that the human, if he had any common decency, would have no choice but to sit in the middle.

In a shocking move Janus sat the tea down on the table along with some plain bread because it was the most snack like thing he had before smacking himself down between Remus and the armrest which forced the demon to shift in his seat and take the place they had planned Jan to sit on.

Janus casually rested his arm around Remus' shoulders while sipping on his tea "So darling I thought about our discussion on found footage films from yesterday- Oh Remy can you read my lips properly?"

Remy begrudgingly nodded.

"Good. Well I remembered this old BBC halloween special called Ghostwatch, well remembered is a lie. Virgil told me about it. Apparently it is from before the blair witch?"

Neither Janus nor Remus noticed but Remy could see in clear view how Remus' tail immediately started to wag like a minor helicopter as soon as the human had started to talk.

Remus nudged for Remy to interpret his signing to Janus "Uhh he's saying that like the first found footage film was from like the 80's...Uhh" They watched as Remus hand spelled "Cannibal...holocaust- WHAT- Bitch what kind of fucking movies are you two watching??? When did you learn all this? You hate huma- uh humorless movies! When did you get all into this??"

Janus shot his hands up "Hey now dear, I for one have never seen cannibal holocaust. I had no part in making him interested in this, I simply spur him on by listening with interest"

'I saw August underground the other day. I liked the poop' Remus signed.

"I have never been one for horror movies but the way Remus talks about them is not at all captivating in the slightest and such a bore" The human continued while stroking his fingers up and down the back of Remus' neck between where his hair stopped and shirt began.

'Youre sounding like Roman. Look at you being a human culture slut all of a sudden' Remy signed to which Remus churned his elbow right into their ribs.

Janus ignored the tomfoolery "I definitely do not have a nice little pirate site to watch Ghostwatch on right now" He tilted Remus' head slightly closer and murmured "We can turn down the lights and I can get sssspooked"

Remy interrupted by elbowing Remus directly in the stomach "HEY Girlie bestie stupid slut! Uhhhm Didn't you have that like meeting with your uhhh teacher Logan?" They said just like they had planned the night before.

'Right' Remus stood up in an awkward pre rehearsed way with his arms being held too tightly to the sides of his waist as he walked towards the front door 'I have a test! Fuck! and shit also! Guess I have to go! Bye'

He waved goodbye and promptly rushed out before Janus had a chance to object to being left alone with what was basically still a stranger.

Now the Remy part of the plan could truly begin. They remembered what their friend had told them the human liked and tried to look suave as they closed the gap between them.

"Looks like it's just you and me now Jaenas" They pulled down their sunglasses to flutter their eyelashes.

The human squinted at them for a few tense seconds before asking "Are you aware that you are pronouncing my name wrong? People mispronouncing my name is sssuch an uncommon thing, it Never happens! But you've really managed to find a new and exciting way to say it completely wrong"

The succubi's eye started to twitch from irritation at how he didn't sound seduced in the slightest. They had put on their favorite Britney Spears perfume! Wasn't that enough! They were showing their ankles! They remembered back to the fond times when a peek of a collarbone could make any man swoon.

They swept their hair back and let out a stale laugh "I am? Oh my gawd sorry girl. How should I say it?"

Janus began to word it out letter by letter but Remy put their finger up to stop them. In one swift motion they pulled off their jacket and cast it onto the leftover seat on the couch before leaning forward a bit more so their collarbones stuck out and one of the straps to their shirt flirted with falling off their shoulder.

They pushed their lips out a little before saying "Uhmm I understand like pronounciation better if I can like feel the words being said so if I could like" With a gentle touch they placed their thumb against Janus' bottom lip and looked at him with big wet eyes to show they were waiting for him to speak.

The human quickly grabbed their wrist and moved their finger away "Actually dear the way my name is pronounced isn't that important. You seem to have a love to call everyone girl anyway"

The valley girl-esque vocal fry Remy layered on every word had quickly become grating on Janus' ears and having their ice cold blue eyes non stop staring at him didn't help.

Remy moved to place their hand on the human's thigh but Janus grabbed their ring finger to stop them before they had barely even touched his pant leg. Their hand kept hanging in the air as Janus finished his tea and cleared his throat.

"Are you aware of how much Remus has told me about you?" He asked.

They put on a flattered look "About how like totally great I am I hooope"

"Well for one, and I do genuinely say this with no judgment, but he has told me about what both you and him do for a profession and I really feel like you are trying to make something happen here. If I'm right about that I just want to inform you that I am poor"

Internally Remy cursed Remus for whatever bullshit he had spouted "Uhhh I couldn't like read your lips properly" They lied "Can you repeat that?"

"I was just saying that Remus has already told me you're both sex workers and if you're trying to do anything with me you should be aware I do not have the budget for that"

Why the fuck had Remus spent the previous night telling them about the human's favorite color and the way his hair smelled instead of telling them about actual important stuff like how to pronounce his goddamn name! Or what he had told the human about them!

Remy took a deep breath and decided to roll with it, it really wasn't a lie either.

"Giirl just 'cause I'm trying to get down with someone doesn't mean I always ask for money for it"

"True"

"I mean" Remy leant their arm on the top of the sofa's back pillows so they were close to having their arm around him "My lover shares some similarities with you so like I could totalllly be into you- We're in an open relationship don't worry. Would be like soo hard to do my job otherwise"

"Well I would assume your lover would feel differently about you being with someone for your job and on your spare time"

"Oh aren't you just such a smarty pants” They booped his nose “Well he's fine with both so yippeeee. You're both cute and stout and make me look like the tall one in a comedy duo"

"You're awful at compliments" Janus replied dryly.

"That's okay 'cause I put all my talents into being the most amazing sex partner ever in the history of man" That was yet another lie because when they were with most people they put in minimum effort if they weren't Emile or really hot and in their opinion Janus was not. "I can like uhhh suck you off or" They started to list sex acts as if they were reading off the burger king menu.

"I appreciate your offer and maybe a day or so ago I would have said yes but" He tried to hide a growing smile but was unable to "After me and Remus- After our date yesterday I really have to decline being with anyone else. At least not until I've had the chance to talk to him about it"

Remy pulled themself back.

In that moment they could feel any slight hint of lust coming from the human instantly fade away and they knew they didn't have the slightest of a chance left.

Now they just had to come up with a good reason to leave. They picked up the tea cup and drank from it while completely letting the performative sensuality disappear and let their bad posture and their need to sit like a complete sofa potato with their legs spread like hell take over.

"Do you like him?" Remy asked while casting a judging look to the human.

Janus relaxed as the tense atmosphere dispersed and he nodded "I think I do. It's definitely not like I feel at peace when I'm with him, not at aaaallll.....Everything just seems to make sense when he's with me"

"Aww"

They looked down at their tea cup to avoid having to look at him. His expression only reminded them that he was after all just some 23 year old with a crush who was going to be killed soon.

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Not too long afterwards Remy returned to the hotel room where Remus had built up a nest in the bed and started making tiny sculptures from saliva and toilet paper. The tv was on and was showing a nature documentary where a hawk was hunting for snakes.

Remus jumped up and bounced on the bed as soon as he saw his friend 'That took so short!!! short like his dick???' He jumped down from the bed and hugged Remy 'I hadnt expected him to last long during his first time anyway'

'I didnt seduce him'

His mouth fell so open from surprise he looked like the scream mask 'But you wore your b r i t n e y s p e a r s perfume! How did it not work!!?!?'

Remy rubbed the bridge of their nose that turned into them rubbing their temples. Having to focus their eyes for so long on Janus' lips had given them a nasty headache. From the minifridge they took a couple of ice cubes and pressed it to their forehead as they laid down on the bed.

Their friend sat down beside them and poked his hand into their cheek until he got an answer.

"You've done fucked it up girl. You've made that human fall for you"

To their surprise Remus blushed slightly. His eyes stayed wide as if waiting for further explanation.

"He said no to my like totally awesome sexy advancements 'cause he only had eyes for you. He said that like especially after last night he was sssuupper into you. What did you do? Did you show him that weird trick with shoving things up your nose and having them come out your mouth?"

Remus fiddled with his fingers before forming his hands into pseudo mouths and mimicking kissing.

"KISS!? You kissed him!? But you didnt fuck him!? C'MON REMUS!"

Remy let out a long sigh to try and not get needlessly annoyed at him. This whole situation must have been just as hard on him as it was on them. They moved their tail to cup his cheek.

"You've done this like sssooo many times girlie. Can you just do him and get this over with so we can all like hopefully return to normal. Y'know I have barely been able to see Emile lately 'cause I've been so busy searching for you! So I could help! Which you clearly needed or who knows you would have kept playing around with your human toy for another few months while Roman- While-"

Their words simmered out and he didn't respond.

"I can't stay here forever” Remy continued “I probs should have gone already in case the manager is like keeping watch over you. The manag-shit has been on our ass down in hell y'know and Roman-"

Remus cut them off by putting his hand lightly over their mouth, if he heard about Roman he wouldn't be able to say what he was about to

'What if I dont want to go back to my normal life?'

It felt like a sin to ask.

Remy scoffed at it and nearly laughed before realizing he was being serious.

"Be for real now. What's gonna change? You're gonna have to feed no matter what. And like even if you go back to hell you can still visit earth if you've started liking human things. Cmon Janus is clearly into you! It's gonna be easy! And you're right! He won't last long! It'll totally be over before you know it-"

'What if I dont want to kill him'

"What's his little human life gonna change? he'll like die eventually and we'll all just keep feeding and getting fucked over by the higher ups. He will be gone before you know it"

'But I like him' Remus' hands fell to his lap after he had signed it.

Remy sat up and threw the ice cubes away to the trash can so they could pull their arm around him.

"That still won't change anything. Like it's been what? almost 2 months? Can you just get it over it. Emile's stressed and Roman- Romans not speaking" Remy rolled their eyes at what they had just said "Obviously he's not speaking! and you're not like either but I mean- Like- You're communicating! Ever since you got kicked down to heaven and she told us 'bout the Janus thing she's just stopped talking to anyone ever since and- Ugh it doesn't matter. I don't have to tell you cause' like tomorrow you'll see her again! 'Cause you'll go and get comfy with Janus and it'll be over before you know and then you and Roman can sort everything out!"

'......Why is Ro-Ros life going back to normal more important than me not wanting to go back to a life I hate"

"Cause he's-"

'It can be changed' Remus could feel bile of anger in his throat 'I will mangle my old life with my bare hands if I have to'

"Girl don't be selfish now-"

'When me and Janus kissed I fed' His hands were steadier as he signed 'And not in a lustful way. I know because I kissed his roomate a few days ago and it was a lustful kiss and it was disgusting. This wasnt like that. This feeding was different. I wasnt feeding on lust'

Remy stared at him in silence for a few eternal seconds before their mouth fell open and they cast their arms around him and shook him around.

"WHY DIDN'T YOU START WITH THAT!?!?! THIS CHANGES SHIT! If you got- You got a chance to like live without having to like feed in a way you don't want that's-" They took his head in their hands and shook him lightly around "That's amazing!"

Remus let up into a tearful smile as he put his hand on top of theirs and nodded.

"Do you think Janus is the special link? Or is it you who have like changed? Do you feel like you're not starving?" They dragged in his shirt to see if his ribs were still poking out which made him silently giggle from the tickling feeling "I'm like sorry I haven't- I can't understand like how feeding works for you but if you tell me you're happy like this I'll fucking help you forever and ever girlie, okay?"

The questions fired off too quickly for him to be able to answer them and he instead shrugged repeatedly.

'But he is human. He will die eventually. Soon for us' He repeated what Remy had said earlier.

They waved it off "That was BEFORE you dropped this bomb on me! He's like totally special clearly! And more importantly you clearly like him enough to give shit up for him! He's like worth this. He's worthy for you!"

'But loving a human is what Patton did'

He didn't say anything of it but he wondered what if once he gave in to being a Patton he would end up doing everything Patton had done. If he would end up killing Janus no matter what eventually.

Remy squished his cheeks together "The Patton myths are fucking bullshit!"

Remus moved his hands to sign but Remy took his hands to stop him.

"It's bullshit! Pure bullshit! If you like this Janus guy so much then just go for it and it will work out SOMEHOW! We will make everything work out! And me and you and Emile and Roman and Janus and even his fucking roomate if he wants to join will be okay. You wanna know how I know that"

He nodded.

"'Cause I got a head full of white hair and my hearing is gone and my life still worked out and I still wouldn't take any of the shit I did back 'cause I still got Emile and that makes it all worth it! And I know you and Janus can work out even as like a demon and a human 'Cause- 'Cause Emile used to be an angel! And we are still here! Alive! And together!"

As soon as Remy had said it they slapped their hands over their mouth and looked away as if taken by surprise of their own admission, but Remus moved his arms around their waist, sank his head against their back and held them just like they had held him.

Remus held up his hands and simply made a heart to show Remy. He heard them let out something between a laugh and a scoff.

"....Giirllll it feels nice to finally get that off my chest. He's my angel babey. My angel lover. My angel. My angel. My Angel”

Emile & Remy Part 1

Emile & Remy Part 2

#sanders sides #remus sanders #thomas sanders #tss #dukeceit #demus #janus sanders #remy sanders #sleep sanders #what if you were an asexual succubus wouldnt that be fucked up or what

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novacorpsrecruit · 1 year ago

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Hold me like a Panasonic

One shot | explicit | wc 5,098

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The palmcorder was a birthday present for Eddie in ‘92. It was supposed to be for Eddie to showcase part of the tour that Steve wouldn’t be. A way to send him off for Corroded Coffin’s first headlining tour. A way for Eddie to send a piece of himself back home to Steve, who couldn’t take 12 weeks off his job to join Eddie and the guys to travel the country. The videos were choppy, quick glances on the tour bus, behind the stage, clips of the guys and clips of the crowd. Each tape ending with, “Wish you were here, baby.”

The shoebox of VHS-C and its adapter cassette sat underneath their bed, the lid slightly ajar. Each VHS-C carefully labeled with the date and some clever title Eddie created.

Steve remembered the first video he received with a letter X in front of the title. The tapes usually came in the a Manila envelope, wrapped up in paper with a sweet note for Steve — except this one. The usual note was replaced with a quick chicken scratch, as if Eddie was worried about being caught with the tape. “For your eyes only.”

X - 9/9/92 Missing You

The video started in a hotel’s bathroom, aimed at the mirror. Eddie held the palmcorder up to his face, looking down the view finder. He ran his fingers through his hair before moving the camera to zoom in on himself, focusing on his chest and slowly moving it down his body.

“Are you missing me, baby?” His voice was husky, raw, deep with desire. “Because I’m missing you.”

Eddie let the camera linger on his body, holding it steady with one hand as he ran the other over his chest.

“Just got to Denver,” Eddie said, letting his hand travel over skin, adding pressure to leave temporary indentions across his body. “The Post wants to interview us tomorrow morning, so no partying to report.”

Eddie let his hand travel up to his pecs, aiming the camera up higher, guiding his chest and half his face into frame. He ran his hand over the scar tissue on left pec, bringing his hand over to the right. His fingers grazed over his nipple and a mischievous smirk appeared on his lips.

“And I have the room to myself,” he grinned, his canine teeth pronounced in his smile. Almost vampiric, in a way. Devilish. Eddie bit his lip, exposing his teeth to the camera. He pinched his nipple, letting his mouth drop open in a soft whimper. “For the first time in weeks.”

He brought the camera back up to his face, his chest barely in view. He twisted his nipple, letting his head drop back in a soft moan.

“And it’s 2 am in Chicago,” Eddie said. “So I can’t even call you.” He pinched his nipple again, before rubbing soothing circles over the bud. “Missing you. Missing your kisses and your touch.” He let the camera slowly dip, the frame dropping from his face to his chest, following his hand as he touched his chest, down his stomach and stopping at the waist band of his sweatpants.

His fingers dipped into his waist hand, palming at his bulge.

“God I wish you were here,” he moaned. “Wish this was your hand. Wish you were right behind me, whispering sweet nothings, pushing me to the edge.”

He slowly panned the camera back to his face, a little off center as he leaned his head back, letting the pleasure of palming himself takeover.

“Wish you were here, baby,” Eddie said, his eyes fluttering shut. “If I close my eyes, I can pretend you’re here.”

He tilted his head back, exposing his neck — just like Steve liked. He swallowed, letting his Adam’s apple bob.

“I’d look so pretty with your bruises, wouldn’t I?” Eddie asked, leaning his head to the side as if Steve was there pressing kisses against his neck. “Marked up and down with hickeys. The Denver Post wants to do a photoshoot for the arts section of the paper — in color — and I don’t have any bruises of yours.”

He whined, letting the camera drop to his waist band where he was thoroughly working himself under his sweats.

“Shit, baby,” Eddie said. “I gotta — shit —“

The video cuts to Eddie on the white sheets, angling the camera as best as he can.

“Shit,” he muttered. “The professionals make this look so easy.”

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#steddie #steddie smut #steve harrington #stranger things #Eddie Munson #smut #hi sorry I rediscovered my burner fic and forgot how much I loved this idea lmao #Steve and Eddie get a camcorder and decide to make a bunch of tapes #//myfic

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gaiasevrth · 10 months ago

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‘YOU DON’T KNOW MY NAME’ project I was apart of for Black History Month

Celebrating Black names & highlighting the struggles that we have gone through with ppl constantly pronouncing our shit wrong, my best friend (who happens to be a dope ass photographer) gathered some of the most unique Black names to represent each letter of the alphabet! A lil inner Black child healing in the form of art.

My name is Guya & my whole life they been saying that shit wrong. I always gotta tell mfers “nah GUY-UH…like the Earth goddess GAIA”. My parents named me intentionally do get that shit RIGHT!!!

I always encourage my dance students to correct MYSELF & anyone else who pronounces my name wrong. Respek Black names, their uniqueness & their beautiful meanings.

Shot by Ashé Davis: @shayshotit on IG & y’all can find the full project there as well.

P.S. Those pics are the raws 🤭

#black culture #black woman #black woman photography #black history #photography project

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ellowynthenotking · 11 months ago

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Mar 17

Dear dad,

I know it's been a few days, and I'm sorry for the note I left in the last letter on. It was a little, uh, doomish.

I'm going to blame that on the sleep-dep. Cause we were, and kinda still are, experiencing that. Everything is more or less the same, but a nice couple sold us their cart so we could rest at least a little. It’s weird sleeping in a cart. I don't know how I feel about it. I mean, I've been sleeping more, so that's a great thing. But it's weird to feel the constant tugging of the horses at the cart, and all the bumps in the road we were on, a dirt path really, are even more pronounced with how the cart's wheels dip into them.

So it's a little hard to sleep in, but we're all so exhausted that it's better than nothing. And it's not like the horses are going much faster than we are when we walk, but they at least give us a chance to pretend we can catch up on our sleep. We still have to take turns walking alongside the cart to keep from tiring out the horses too much, but it's a lot better than it was.

We’re closer to the city now. We've seen a couple of signposts with the name of the city (I think), so we gotta be at least a little closer, right? At least a little bit?

We’re still being followed. I've been seeing some of the abstract art they had at their base, but I don't think it's because these people support the cult.

It looks more like graffiti, actually. A couple of the people I saw looking at it were upset about it and didn't know where it came from.

So, they probably aren't supporting the cultists, who are, I guess, just getting even more weird, really. Not a good sign with cultists.

Maybe that's got something to do with how they've been tracking us? Or maybe they're just getting bored waiting around for us and decorating. If they are tracking us with them, I have to wonder how. Are they like eyes that someone is watching us through?

I know we've been seeing them more and more, some of the same ones even. So even though we're pushing as fast as we can as a group, they're still somehow catching up to us time and again. I don't know what to think about any of it. Maybe it's magic they're using to get around? A different kind of teleportation than what the temple uses? Or maybe they've got their own temple like places, and the group is actually a lot bigger than we think it is?

I don't know how they're doing it, but at the very least we're making good time too. Great time, actually, at the cost of our sanity and willingness to actually deal with each other.

Everyone’s tired and grumpy, more so than usual. I think it's cause there's something about all of this that's just so draining. I mean, being able to sleep in the cart isn't like being able to sleep in a real bed, and given that we've barely slept in a real bed. We’re just all tired.

I don’t know who or what we’re looking for, but we’ll figure it out. I know we will. We have to.

It’ll be fine, right? I gotta believe it is. I’m sure that it will be. I just gotta believe that it is.

We’ll get home soon. I know we will.

Love, Jack

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goat-boy-sounds · 1 year ago

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I get way too intense about character naming and I get way too judgey about it when I'm reading or watching something. there's such a fine line between iconic/memorable and a name a ten year old attempting their first novel would come up with. for example I saw that the main character in saltburn is named "oliver quick" and I nearly threw up on the spot. but who knows maybe it affectively matches the satirical tone of the movie (I haven't watched it.) it's all about matching the vibes and level of realism your piece is going for. my favorite example of character naming in fiction has gotta be in spoorloos. the name "rex hofman" is so deceptively mundane and yet it rolls off the tongue because of the hiss at the end of "rex" blending into the "h" in "hofman" and the way rex pronounces "hofman" makes the "man" sound like "mon" so you've got the assonance going on it all just flows together. but then you've also got the scene where raymond lermone tells rex that he has a neighbor with a dog named rex. like. and then they discuss how juvenile dutch surnames are. just the simultaneously subtle and blatant dehumanization. how raymond views something as integral to rex's identity as his name as just another thing to pick apart and study and testing his reaction. comparing him to a dog as a way of getting to him about his loyalty towards saskia. the way that both of their names starting with "R" hugely factors into the plot. and they've also both got the repeating "mohn" sounds in their surnames because they're both sides of the same coin in the scenario. the way that each of the three main characters has x, y, and w in their names which are pretty unusual letters and they're all right next to each other in the alphabet but it's nothing you would EVER consciously think about while watching the movie. "SASKIAAAA" is the perfect name for rex to scream 50 times because it transitions right into that "ahhhhhh" screaming sound. and then "saskia wagner" has some really nice assonance and the "ya" sound at the end of saskia transitions really neatly into the "wa/va" in wagner and r is right next to s in the alphabet so the whole thing has a very nice full circle feeling. I could probably write a manifesto on the mechanics of naming characters and why your character's names should factor into the plot and service your story not just in the symbolic "the warrior guy's name means warrior" way. it is an art of both maintaining immersion and subconsciously finessing the minds of your audience. people are going to resonate more with carefully chosen sounds and surnames they've heard one or two times irl before more than the google-able definitions of the names.

#rambling #if you actually read this post i'm sorry #nothing beats real and culturally diverse names though i think #i'm thinking about the social network rn #all of those names are so so so memorable #even if you're writing white people you can get so wacky with it #doesn't have to be all “peterson” and “random color or adjective”

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frankburns-eatsworms · 1 year ago

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So I started writing it, I don't know when ill be done but ill probably post the finished product on AO3, anyways, here's a snippet

“Hey Charles, what's this guy's name?” Hawkeye asked, sitting up. There was an excitement in his eyes that B.J had only seen before at the prospect of a night with a nurse.

Charles huffed before reading it out, pronouncing each syllable haughtily.

“Doctor Johnathon F.X McIntyre”

“Ha ha hey that's great!” Hawkeye whooped standing up to give Radar a rough handshake and hug.

“Wow, I always knew Trapper had it in him” Radar exclaimed

“Of course! Remember, I taught him everything he knows”

“You know this person?” Charles demanded

“Yeah, good old Trapper John. He's the guy B.J replaced, just like you replaced Frank. Hawkeye jutted his thumb at B.J as he spoke.

“Same size, same shape right?” B.J asked

“Exactly, I gotta write him a letter and congratulate him.”

“Would you like to call him sir? I can have Klinger hand out the mail” Radar offered.

Hawkeye faltered at that. The thought of hearing that voice again, that laugh. He didn't know if he could handle it, and he didn't want to break down in front of Radar, who had never let on that he knew anything more than the facade that they had crafted. They were friends. Good friends. Friends that sometimes met in the supply tent at three am. You know, pals.

Ok so we all have a lot of fun by saying BJ has a “Trapper complex” but I want to give one to Charles too. I want to write a fic where Charles gets word that the head of thoracic surgery at Massachusetts General Hospital is none other than Dr. Trapper John McIntyre and he has a full blown fit about it. Hawkeye is happy for Trapper and maybe gives him a call or a letter. BJ is also out of his mind with jealousy, he and Charles bond over it but for different reasons.

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faeryloki · 4 years ago

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𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐲𝐬 ♢ 𝐩. 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐫

𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵 ➸ 1.8k 𝘴𝘶𝘮𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘺 ➸ fratboy!peter parker x lighter skinned!reader ; “I won’t apologize for marking you up, everyone should know you’re taken.” 𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 ➸ SMUT 18+ MINORS DNI…. public(ish) sex, unprotected sex, creampie, choking, dry humping, fingering, teasing, wall sex, counter sex (if i missed anything, please let me know)

𝘢/𝘯 ➸ so i tried to be inclusive but this does deal with the reader having a lighter skin tone where hickeys can be shown :(( im sorry to all those who cant read this,

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the music was muffled, the thickness of the walls, which stopped the sounds of the party going on outside from filling the bathroom, surprising you as his lips moved up and down your neck, sucking lightly. you knew that it wouldn’t leave a mark, too engulfed in the feeling of peter’s lips trailing back up to yours, a small whimper sounding into his mouth as he pulled away, resting his forehead against yours.

his lips pecked yours, repeating his past actions and connecting with your neck yet again, sucking harder, “hey, no marks, petey.” he chuckled against your shoulder, reluctantly pulling away before he spoke.

“hi,” he whispered, the tension in the room impalpable, the feeling of your panties sticking to you from under your dress making the position you were in uncomfortable. your legs wrapped around his waist, his very noticeable hard-on felt against your heat as his hands rested on your waist, holding you up against the wall.

you reached your head towards him, hoping your lips would meet his in a heated state of want. a whine escaping your lips as he pulled his head back slightly, smirking at your pouted lips.

“say ‘hi’ back, baby,” he said cockily, waiting for you to murmur the word he wanted but all he got in return was a shake of your head, “really? not gonna say hi back to your boyfriend?”

“hiya peetey,” you whispered, still in a pout as he smiled, pecking your lips. you took the opportunity to wrap your arms around his neck, wiggling in your spot and advertently grinding right onto his erection.

he dropped his head against your shoulder, pushing your hips against his, voice raspy as he spoke into your neck, “oh, baby, you know i could easily get off just doing this, grinding this wet little pussy against me, making myself feel good and leaving you all high and dry….well, high and wet.”

“no, peteyyy,” you whined, trying to stop his hands from moving your hips but ultimately failing against his strength.

he chuckled, “im joking, baby, you know i’d never do that to you, you get all cut when you’re needy but leaving you all dripping makes you a brat.”

your words caught in your throat, as he ground your hips into him, his mouth attached to your neck as his length caught on your clit, a moan escaping your throat as he continued his grinding, chuckling into your neck as the pathetic whines and moans that sounded in the hot bathroom.

“what baby? what do you want? gonna have to tell me or i wont do anything,” he teased, ending is words with a particularly hard grind causing moans to escape your lips. flashes of past events of his cock filling you up and making you cum so hard you were screaming, your eyelids heavy with lust as hes nipped at your neck, the same teeth he’s use to nip the inside of your thighs, working his way to your dripping core, thoughts of his tongue working your needy clit filling every inch in your mind.

you mumbled out a ‘please’, the feeling of his hard-on hitting your sensitive nub with every movement of his hips making your head filled with lust as he smirked into your neck.

“please what, baby? gonna need more than that,” he voiced, moving you from the wall and placing you onto the counter, kissing his way to your collar bone as his hands worked at your dress zipper, your body slumped against his.

pulling down your dress further, exposing your shoulders fully as he continued leave sloppy kisses on your skin, eyes darkening as he pulled away, holding your head in his hands and smashing his lips to yours. the kiss was heated, body ablaze with want as he pulled at your bottom lip, pulling away.

“please, petey, want you, please,” you whined, tugging at his shirt to pull it off, wanting to feel his skin against yours.

“oh, baby, i know,” he said in a mocking pouty voice, letting out a laugh when you whined, letting you pull off his shirt, “look so pretty all need, babe, love seeing those lips all pouty for me and my cock.”

his voice grew lower with every word, hands cupping your face as smirked, tracing your skin gently and moving down your arm, a ticklish feeling being left in the wake of his hands before he scrunched up the bottom of you dress, tracing the outline of the lace panties as he smiled to himself.

“d’you wear these for me, pretty girl?” he asked, admiring and tracing the small lace pattern that settled on your hip wrapping around your entire waist.

you nodded, dropping your head against his shoulder and sighing as he traced the thin crotch patch that was soaked. spreading your thighs apart further and standing in between them he slid the small material to the side, collecting your dripping arousal.

he kissed the top of your head, petting your hair as he circled your entrance, whimpers and whines escaping your lips as he pressed a finger in, “so wet, baby. you this wet for me? huh? you dripping all over the counter because of a little kissing?”

you whimpered against his shoulder, “fuck- yes petey, all for you, please- fuck- please petey.”

“huh, baby? couldnt hear you,” he mocked, hand playing with the top of your dress as he slowly pumped his finger in and out, palm applying the slightest pressure to your clit with every movement and flex of his long digit.

“please, petey, please- want more, please,” you moaned, gripping onto the hem of his pants as he added a second finger, whining when his thumb came up and rubbed small circles into your clit.

“like this, baby? wanna cum on my fingers?”

“fuck- yes- please peter- please,” you moaned, gripping onto his bare bicep as his fingers worked you faster, moans falling from your lips with every repetitive motion of his hand.

he smirked at your lust driven state, feeling your warm walls clench around his fingers as you drew close to your release, begging for him to make you cum as his fingers curled slightly to hit that pleasure filled spot.

“you do, baby?” he asked, a sarcastic tone lacing his words, “gonna soak my fingers? you gonna make a mess while anyone can walk by and hear those pretty moans coming from that pretty mouth of yours, huh?”

“yes- please, petey, wanna cum, please,” you whined, burying your head in his neck as you moaned, trying to muffle the sinful sounds that filled the room, “please, fuck- petey, please.”

every moan that left your lips only spurred him on, encouraging to make you moan so loud, even the fraternity tainted bathroom would seem like heaven, he wanted those sinful sounds to never stop.

his other hand snaked its way up to the back of your neck, pulling on the hair and bring your eyes to meet his, “then fucking cum.”

the waves of pleasure washed over you. his fingers continued their pace, letting you ride out your orgasm. the once cold marble counter now warm and the air that smelt of beer and sweat now reeked of sex.

he didnt stop the pleasurable abuse on your cunt, continuing to pump as his thumb slowed but never stopped. the pleasure still settled at the pit of your stomach but never building, staying an annoying tension caused by your overstimulation that had you mewling into the crook of his shoulder.

“sorry, baby, gotta make sure this pretty pussy’s gonna be ready for my cock, wanna get you all nice and ready to take every. last. inch.” he pronounced each word with a hard pump of his fingers and a circle of your clit, smirking at your fucked out state.

he pulled his hand away from you, bringing his fingers up to his mouth and sucking them clean, his eyes rolling back and a moan escaping his throat at the taste, “fuck, baby, might just have to have a taste of you later.”

he tugged at his pants, pulling them down enough to reveal his boxers, the calvin klein logo which was printed onto the waist band of his pants. the black letter disappearing as he tugged his boxers down after, the fabric now scrunched with his jeans as he grabbed your hips pulling you to the edge of the counter,

he fisted his length pumping up and down collecting the droplets of precum that surfaced, using it as a form of lubricant as he tugged your lace panties to the side again, aligning himself and teasing your dripping lips.

“want this, baby?” he asked, inserting the head of his cock slowly before pulling out, repeating the same movements over and over, whines of want falling from your lips with every shallow thrust.

“yes- fuck- please, petey, want it so bad,” you grabbed his bicep, an involuntary moan sounding as he pushed further into you, his grunt of pleasure making his chest, where your head rested, vibrate. he slowly pumped in and out, going deeper and deeper with every movement of his hips.

your warm walls enveloped him, the feeling euphoric in his mind as he held back, hands griping your hips in a bruising pace, as his lips met back with the skin of your neck, sucking hard and muffling his moans as he sped up, taking note of the way your moans and whines grew louder when his teeth skimmed your collar bone, shivers running down your spine as goosebumps rose on your skin.

“fuck, sweetheart, squeezing my cock so much, feels so good,” his moans mixed with yours, the familiar tension building back up in your stomach as his hand came between you, toying with your clit as you clenched down around him.

“petey, fuck- youre so big, gonna cum, please,” you whined, eyes shutting as he brought his hand up to your throat.

“look so pretty with my hand wrapped around your throat, baby,” he groaned out, “but, i feel like i could make this cute little kitty cum harder”

pulling out and pressing your front up against the wall, he pushed back in with a groan. the new position had you gripping onto his forearm. the veins in his hand bulging as you felt his cock throb in you.

sucking and kissing your neck, his eyes shut, moans leaving his mouth as he rested his head against the back of yours. his hips snapping into you as pleaded, “please- fuck- please petey- tell me you’re close- please.”

“squeezing me so much, baby, how- fuck- how could i not be close?” he asked, smirking and chuckling, a groan interrupting him as his hips stuttered, “fuck, baby, come on, cum on my cock, make me cum with that pretty pussy.”

you let out a scream, nails digging into him as you let go. your walls pulsed around him as he filled you up. groaning into your neck as he sucked and kissed the exposed skin, smiling into you as he stayed there.

you whined, “p-petey, so full, love you so much.”

“i know, baby, i love you too,” he pulled out, turning you around and kissing you , hand reaching for a small towel on the shelf to the side of you. he pulled away, smiling as he faced the sink, turning the water on and letting his fingers be soaked by the falling water, waiting for its warmth.

you looked into the mirror, face dropping as you saw the hickeys that traced your neck, “peter fucking parker.”

he looked up at you, a smirk playing at his face as he looked at the dark bruises that were scattered across your skin, “yes, baby?”

“i said no marks,” you pouted, his chuckle sounding in the room as he soaked the rag, moving back in front of you and pressing the towel in between your thighs, wiping softly.

“I won’t apologize for marking you up, everyone should know you’re taken.”

you let out a whimper as he nudged your sensitive clit, he grabbed your lace panties from the floor, kneeling and directing you feet to pull the panties up, patting you panties in place, the small and simple slaps making you feel the cum that started to slip out of you.

“so pretty, baby,” he complimented, fixing your dress and placing a kiss to your shoulder as he pulled the strap back up. he fixed his appearance, playing with his hair before you rolled your eyes, pulling his hand away and doing it for him.

“there, now you look just as handsome as before,” you giggled, pulling him to peck his lips as your knees wobbled a bit.

his hands rested at your waist, as he pulled you, “lets get back out there, baby, gotta keep up appearances, now dont we?”

he grabbed your hand, unlocking the door and leading you out back into the party, dancing slightly to the music he twirled you, your hips swaying to the beat as you giggled, lost in the moment of dancing with peter, the music no longer muffled and your eyes set on his.

*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:

*taglist coming soon*

#♢ peter parker ! ♢#peter parker #peter parker x reader #peter parker x reader smut #peter parker smut #peter parker x reader fluff #peter parker x y/n #peter parker x y/n smut #peter parker x you #peter parker x you smut

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angelofsmalldeathandthecodeine · 5 years ago

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Aguamenti

Request: “Can you do 1 and 8 on the smut list for Fred or George?”

(”Bite me”/”You’re so sexy when you’re mad”)

Pairing: Fred Weasley x Reader

Word count: 1.6k

A/N: I didn't want to make it too smutty just because I didn’t think it fit too well with everything going on so its a little trash :/ I still love my boi Freddie

Warnings: A LITTLE SMUTTY

Upon proposition, both you and Harry had agreed to teach what he was calling ‘Dumbledore’s Army’ a series of spells and techniques that were deprived of them since Umbridge had arrived. You were a little hesitant at first, and not because of Umbridge, god how you hated that woman. Your worries lay with the responsibility that you and Harry had if entering this agreement, you didn’t want to put anyone in danger.

Of course, you and Harry had become almost experts in the field of Defence Against the Dark Arts, you especially due to your close relationship with Lupin. Remus had taught you pretty much all you needed to know in the comfort of your own home, whereas Harry kind of had to pick it up considering the various dangerous circumstances he seemed to land himself in year after year.

You couldn’t disappoint Harry, not when he needed you, he was like family after all.

“Today me and Y/N are going to be demonstrating a typical duel” Harry announced to the rather sheepish looking crowd “and more importantly, how to win one” you chimed in successfully gaining a laugh from the room.

After bowing your heads, you and Harry began to take your places from one end of the room to another with each other.

“Ready?” Harry asked for confirmation; however, you couldn’t help but get distracted last minute. In the corner of your eye you noticed one of your best friends, Fred, flirting with Angelina Johnson.

You, Fred and George had been friends ever since you joined the Quidditch team in your first year, but recently you had felt differently towards Fred. Getting older gave you feelings you didn’t necessarily understand and on the most part Fred just seemed to annoy you these days – especially when he flaunted around girls.

“Actually Harry, change of plans” you began, causing him to lower his wand in a state of bewilderment “I think it’s best if we use a student with less knowledge for the demonstration, you know, for uh, a better example of the power they’ll be up against” you tried to justify your decision.

“Right, right, yeah of course!” Harry agreed, just as you knew he would, that boy was too nice for his own good sometimes “who did you have in mind?”

“Fred” you said without hesitation or a second thought, getting his attention instantly.

Fred looked up and gave you an overly confident smile which just boiled your blood further “love to” was his only reply.

You smiled back sarcastically, gritting your teeth in the process.

Beginning to take your place once more, Harry was replaced by a much taller, attractive Fred. He proceeded to roll his sleeves, giving you a glimpse at the veins running throughout his arms.

Pay attention

“Ready Fred?” Harry initiated “Ready to win? Sure am mate” Fred replied, gaining a giggle from a lot of the girls, you just rolled your eyes.

“Bite me, Weasley” you replied, a little more frustrated than you were five minutes ago, causing Fred to smirk.

Harry nodded and you and Fred proceeded to walk towards each other for the initial bow. As you both reached the middle, Fred bent down slightly more so you could hear him.

“You’re so sexy when you’re mad” he said, causing you to instantly blush. You knew he was a flirty guy, but you didn’t think he had ever said anything as flirty as that to you before.

Turning around to walk to the end of the room gave you what felt like forever to think about what had just happened, getting slightly distracted from the matter.

“Wands to the ready” Harry announced, arm still mid-air.

You were now directly facing Fred and looking him in the eye seemed a little awkward considering your flustered state. In attempts to compose yourself you looked to the crowd gathered either side of you and caught glimpse of Angelina smiling at Fred.

Instantly you were reminded of your frustration which only engaged you in a deep focus against Fred, locking eyes with him confidently.

Harry swiftly dropped his arm, indicating the beginning of the duel.

“Aguamenti!” you pronounced clearly with a flick of your wand before Fred was even able to utter a single letter.

Suddenly Fred was flung to the back wall through the jet-like force of the water that hit him.

Fred lay on the floor, drenched from head to toe gaining a roaring laugh from those watching – especially George and Ron.

You smirked at Fred, heavily breathing at not just the thrill of winning the duel but the sight of Fred, clothes wet and him distressed.

What was wrong with you.

“Hmm, yeah, not really the spell I had in mind but good job Y/N” Harry commented as Ginny began to help Fred up, still laughing in his face.

“Yeah well, I thought I’d leave the rest up to you” you replied in a sort agitated tone which left a puzzled look on Harry’s face.

“Got to go Harry, you’ll be alright without me today won’t you?” you quietly spoke to him, who just nodded, completely understanding.

As you began walking towards the exit you were stopped in your tracks upon hearing a voice that had started to infuriate you a little too much recently.

“Y/N wait” you heard him get closer “I’ll come with you, gotta get changed out of these bloody wet clothes anyway” he explained, giving a genuine smile.

“great” you mumbled giving another sarcastic smile.

On the way to the common room you seemed to forget all about the incident that had wound you up, it was strange that Fred had the ability to make you do that – forget about your worries. Joking and laughing all the way up made you feel like a kid again, first year meeting the twins.

That was until you reached the common room, and Fred proceeded to take off his jumper of course. You were sitting in Fred’s empty dorm room, on his bed watching him find dry uniform to change into. The moment had never seemed weird until now – until you couldn’t stop staring at his bare chest through the now transparent shirt that clung to him.

You could feel your heart rate increase as you started to heavily breathe once more, transfixed on Fred. An overwhelming sensation began to consume your stomach.

Fred was rambling on about the upcoming Quidditch game, but you couldn’t help yourself any longer. You knew exactly what had been troubling you these past couple of months with Fred and you were about to prove it.

You stood up, growing closer to Fred who had his back turned to you as he still searched for dry clothes crouched over his trunk.

“Fred” you simply said, gaining his attention.

He turned to face you slowly standing, a little worried about what you were about to say from your posture and breathing.

“yeah?”

“Shut up” you lifted your heels to reach Fred, locking your fingers between his auburn hair and crashing your lips against his.

Instantly he did as told, feeding both yours and his own hunger by kissing you passionately back. Fred wrapped his long arms around your waist and pulled you closer into him, allowing the water on his shirt to almost turn into steam.

The kiss was hard but soft at the same time, not allowing the opportunity for a breath between you. Fred’s hands suddenly reached further down your waist as he swiftly lifted you, holding you in his arms for a moment before placing you on his cabinet.

Having the freedom of his arms back he returned the favour of entangling his fingers between your hair, slightly tugging on it as his kiss grew more desperate, sending shivers down your spine.

Fred’s lips slowly moved away from your own as he lifted the hair between his fingers, trailing kisses from your jawline down to your neck, causing you to let out soft moans.

As he did you frantically began unbuttoning his shirt, peeling it from his still damp body. Each kiss he placed on you made the butterflies in your stomach flutter a little harder, pulling at his hair signalling for him to continue.

Fred assisted you in taking the rest of his shirt of, as he started to take your tie off all the while still kissing your neck which sent you crazy. You rolled your head back at the tingling sensation of Fred’s sucking of your neck paired with his warm breath growling in your ear.

“I lied earlier” Fred gave a breathily whisper in your ear “You’re so sexy all the time” he continued, giving you an intense feeling.

You fiercely grabbed Fred’s face once more continuing to impulsively engage in your heavy make-out session.

Before you knew it your shirt was being unbuttoned, revealing nothing but your bra and bare skin exposed… but you didn’t mind one bit, in fact it felt so right you couldn’t believe it had took this long for you and Fred to be half naked together.

“Nice to see you two getting along again” you jumped out of your skin, quickly attempting to cover whatever part of you was exposed as you looked up to see a very casual George sending a wink your way.

“Christ George!” you yelled which just caused him to burst out laughing “Well then! Turn around!” you exclaimed as Fred picked up your shirt for you to start putting back on.

“Don’t worry, I’m leaving… detention with Umbridge, have fun you two” George said giving you both another wink.

Your state of shock was eased by Fred who began to giggle, resting his forehead on yours.

“Seriously Y/N… you don’t understand how long I’ve wanted that to happen” Fred confessed, butterflies rising once again in your stomach.

“Me too” you grinned, pulling his head down for another kiss.

#fred weasley #fred weasley x reader #fred weasley one shot #fred weasley fanfiction #george weasley #george weasley x reader #george weasley oneshot #george weasley imagine #fred weasley imagine #george weasley fanfiction #fred weasley smut #weasley twins #weasley twins smut #Harry Potter #harry potter imagine #weasley twins x reader

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bookwyrminspiration · 3 years ago

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Nlskjdskjskj Jjksjjskjd Kksdskj, JLjdskdsk.

I am being tormented with messages, the only question is from where. And also what they mean. And also from who. Okay so maybe there's more than one question but I think everyone's used to that at this point

(got a little long so cut for space)

this message seems different from the last, a lot of repetition of the same letters more severely. but there's also greater letter diversity, so that might mean something. Okay if we just focus on the letters used there's: n, L, s, k, j, and d. But those don't spell anything because we are tragically missing vowels--unless that's the point? Vowels are pretty critical to the flow of a word, so perhaps this is a message. You're trying to communicate something that doesn't flow--dirt? solid lava? what's the opposite of flow. stagnant. stuck. are you trying to tell me you're stuck? because I gotta admit I don't think I'd be much help in that situation I can only really send you words across the internet. unless this is a stranger things situation and you've actually been taken captive/are being held prisoner and you are "stuck," in which case you're reaching out to me as your last hope--which I gotta say I'm flattered, but are you sure you trust me with that responsibility?

then again maybe you're not trying to communicate that you're stuck and I'm approaching this all wrong. You've used what appears to be proper grammar for the most part (in terms of english at least) with capitalization and a comma and period. So perhaps each of these four nonsense words actually isn't nonsense, but is it's own word and I just need to figure out what. Okay so. Nlskjdskjskj. The letter n is used once, l once, s thrice, k thrice, k thrice, d once, and s twice. That becomes 1133312, which correlate to the letters aacccab...which spells out acab but really long. I support your message Nonsie I just think you could've said that more concisely.

Then jjksjjskjd. if we use the same approach here (i'll save you reading it) we'll get 4221, which would become dbba, however that seems meaningless. So perhaps it's supposed to be approached differently. Okay so the if each letter of the alphabet is assigned a number then j is 10, k is 11, s is 19, and d is 4. That makes the number 1010111910101911104. Putting that in a binary number translator you get the letter W, but binary is only 1s and zeros so when you delete all excess numbers it becomes 꽞. Which google translate tells me is a meaningless character but another translator tells me means "tight." so could that be the second word? tight?

so we move on to kksdskj. we'll start out the same with 3 k's, 2 s's, 1 d, and 1 j. 3211 makes cbaa, which rearranged also means acab but we've already said that so I think there's probably a different meaning. if we alphabetize it we get djkkks. this next one is going to be a bit of a reach but I'm trying to make meaning out of nonsense so there are no rules. when alphabetized the word looks like diks if you ignore the repeating letters, and you know what that could allude too? dik-diks. the animal. Perhaps this is asking me to rely on my colloquial knowledge of internet history and the whole "dik-dik, pronounced xylophone" thing. In which case this third word could mean xylophone. Or! If we look at the word in the djkkks stage, you'll notice that only one letter repeats: k. how many times does it repeat? 3. what letter is associated with three? c. so with the visual similarity between j and i, and the k's repetition possibly being a hint to add in another letter, the word could be dicks.

then we get to the last word, jljdskdsk. the first thing I notice about this collection of the letters is the repetitive arrangement. jlj. dskdsk. lot of repetition here. looking for patterns. it is a pattern, but what about this does it want me to pay attention to? is the word itself pattern? that seems simple, but sometimes simple is the solution. then again the repetition is easily noticed when spoken aloud, so perhaps I should write out the phonetics of the letters. dʒeɪ ɛl dʒeɪ di ess keɪ di ess keɪ. hmm. I'm not sure if this helps. though if I use only the unique characters that aren't letters of the english alphabet fromt hat, it becomes ʒɪɛʒɪɪ. Once again there's a pattern here with the 3. two of the symbols look like a three, the i-like symbol is used three times, and the third symbol used is like a backwards three. So I'm thinking rule of three things here are applying. the word must be related. third? thrice? or triangle?

okay this is only one of several ways to look at the message you've presented me, but my current conclusion/interpretation is "acab tight dicks, triangle." While this is seemingly a nonsense message, if we read between the lines I think it's trying to say that the police force (acab) itself is a tight (tight) knit circle of unpleasant, unsavory, and downright horrible people (dicks) who are supporting each other within their circle in order to stay strong and impervious as a unit (triangle, the strongest shape), and that are such all cops are bastards and the system itself supports people undeserving of that protection.

or were you trying to say something else?

#quil's queries #nonsie #shitpost #listen i like trying to find patterns okay?#if you give me nonsense i will try to find a meaning #welcome to this little peak inside my brain #I wonder what it's like to just see this on your dash or something as you're scrolling #you see this keysmashed ask. which would be responded to quickly and efficiently on a normal blog #and then you see several paragraphs of thought trying to figure out what it means ending in an acab message #this is what I'm doing with my night #I hope I am entertaining or amusing to you <33

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captain-of-silvenar · 5 months ago

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How did you know that I had just recently watched a Youtube mini-series about accents across North America?

Anyways, I've been thinking about Bosmer accents and sort of ignoring half of the voices in ESO for personal reasons. If their language really descended from Altmer/Aldmeris then I imagine their language is very much tonal in nature.

Probably less than Altmers as the centuries rolled around and transformed into modern day Bosmeri. With the heavy jungles and hunting culture surrounding the Bosmer, they probably would develop some very sharp, loud words or calls to help communicate some distances while deep in foliage.

So while I don't have a specific accent to encapsulate what I can imagine my Bosmer family speak, they do have different manners of speech pattern.

Kerasil is very formal and professional, even when she's back at home. She speaks with a lot of different people from all different nations so she's had to learn many languages. A lot of accents from each spill into the other at times, most notable being a slight Altmeris Summerset accent. This makes her sound slightly clipped in Bosmeri, as she's pronouncing certain letters in an Altmeri accent and in Altmeris she's slower as she's having to speak in tones she isn't warmed up to yet.

Yera has a slightly deeper voice, especially as she starts her Dragonborn destiny and uses her Thu'um a lot. Her speaking voice is louder than expected, as she was used to being lead of hunting and scouting parties and had to rely information back to groups distances away. Still very Bosmeri in accent, but she might take on a few drawls as she lives in Skyrim longer and longer. Saying words in the Nordic accent before switching back to her own accent. It never goes away, and she makes it a point to keep it up so it's preserved.

Faylen speaks in a higher pitch, more suited for singing and storytelling. As a Spinner she's had to learn a lot of history verbally and practice reciting it back word-for-word. And then from there start putting her own flourishes onto history as a Spinner is ought to do. Faylen is uniquely able to mimic other tones and voices better than her mother and sister. Lots of practice from youth to adulthood has prepared her for this. Try as she might though, she'll never reach the deeper pitches like her sister

Melar is similar to Yera with a deeper voice, but he speaks very casually and draws out his words. He grew up actually in Greenshade, in the city of Woodhearth before moving with his family to Silvenar. He kept his port style accent but it has since mellowed out living with his wife.

And this turned out longer than expected but now I gotta start thinking about the Telvanni Twins and that'll be another post.

What does your oc sound like? Do they speak in a higher or lower register? What is their accent? Any regionalism they use a lot?

#bosmer #tes #kerasil oakvine #yera oakvine #faylen oakvine #melar oakvine #just the whole damn family lets gooo

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extremelyblackandwhite · 4 years ago

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illicit affairs

pairing: sheriff lee bodecker x younger! reader

warnings: smut (18+), cheating, age gap

a/n: i love perfumes which smell of daisies so i made the reader use something like that. i do imagine her going for a very much female appearance and aura despite her personality and i can see lee fancying that sort of fragile femininity look paired with her independency. this song is based of illicit affairs from taylor swift but i was also listening to all too well at some points so i think some of that passed onto the writing. hope you enjoy xx

> DRESS

Leave the perfume on the self that you picked up just for him so you leave no trace behind like you don’t even exist. Take the words for what they are a dwindling, mercurial high, a drug that only worked the first few hundred times ... And you wanna scream don’t call me “kid”, don’t call me “baby”, look at this idiotic fool that you made me. You taught me a secret language I can't speak with anyone else. And you know damn well for you I would ruin myself a million little times ...

The snow settled onto the ground, a view she could see from her white window. Sprawled against her window pane, the blue soft fabric of her dress cascaded down her body as she watched the snow fall and become one with the mass of white covering the once green grass of her home. Her feet dangled in anticipation, hair cascading into hairdresser set curls, held away from her face with a pearl barrette. Her fingers dangled across her collarbones, feeling the cold matching pearls which unlike her barrette clip, had been offered to her by Lee on thanksgiving. “A pretty girl like you deserves her own pearls” his voice echoed in her mind whenever her feeling felt the smooth irregular circle shapes of the pearls laying against her collarbones. There was nothing more than she wanted than to wear those pearls to the police winter ball, to show up wearing something he had bought for her with what money he gathered from his fickle Captain position, but she couldn’t. Everyone knew what she had, what jewellery she had, it was all valued at the insurance centre downtown and the pearl necklace definitely wasn’t. Her own pearls rested inside her ivory jewellery box along with the ribbon she was wearing around her waist when she first kissed him, and the comb that held her hair in place whenever she met him during windy nights.

Her grandmother had left before her, leaving with the grocery shop owner as her date for the ball but she had stayed behind. She had told her she’d rather go alone, blaming her loneliness on the fact all the boys her age were either engaged thus going with their wives and the single ones not wanting to do with her. Of course that was further from the truth and as she watched the snow fall, she imagined Lee’s cruiser driving through the snow, stopping in front of her home and knocking on her door to take her. But those were nothing but impossible scenarios created from the deepest part of her psyche. Looking over her shoulder, the clock on her bedside table shone 9PM into bold red letters. She should get going before her grandmother got worried. Her eyes lingered across her beauty parlour to the silver platter with her perfume, the one she’d picked just for him after hearing how much he loved the smell of daisies. She had to leave it, she couldn’t put any perfume on, she couldn’t take her pearls, she doesn’t exist. At least, she as Lee’s lover does not exist for all that everyone could know and nothing hurt more than the sound of her pearls returning to her ivory box. It was were they belonged, away from everyone, hidden, a mysterious sin secret.

With her white fur wrapped around her arms, she entered her glossy yet dull red car, pulling the hood up despite the weather. She wanted to feel the cold, she wanted that numbness to hide what she had been feeling for the last months. It was all so exhilarating when it began; the summer walks, laying in the middle of the forest in an old towel as he feed her ripe strawberries, escaping from her grandmother’s house at night and meeting him up under the apple tree in light dresses. However, at time wind down, she started to crave the rest of a relationship, the holding of hands. Instead what she got was clandestine meetings in parking lots, behind the bars or in the middle of the forest when no one could see them. She constantly told herself it was going to eventually be her turn, he was gonna leave Jane for her. Yet, she seemed to constantly fall on the same error every mistress before her did, the mistake of forgetting her place. Stopping in front of the old town hall where the ball was being held, she could see the soft lights, hear the laughter and it made her sick. She didn’t want to go in, she didn’t want to see those happy couples but she had too. She had to put up a show, be the little pedestal trouble starter woman she was expected to be and so she would.

Stepping into the hall, her eyes immediately found Lee in the corner speaking with the Sheriff, arm draped over Jane’s shoulder while the other hand held a clear cup probably with his favourite drink. Her heart sunk to the same place it always did as she got lost in the dance floor. She knew everyone in this town hall, from the first boy she ever kissed Jonah and his third wife Elizabeth to Billy whom had been prom king with her. There was nothing new anymore and what once felt new and true was now anchoring her inside a fishbowl of images of her own mistakes and unfulfilled life needs.

- Hey, Y/N. - Billy called out for her attention. She held onto the fur wrapped around her for comfort as she prepared her facade of a happy girl at a happy party. - Your grandma told me you ain’t gotta a partner for tonight. Could’ve told me, I would’ve taken you.

- It’s ok, ain’t like I need a man. - she replied, almost angrily although he deserved no anger from her. - What’s the stage for? We’re getting a band tonight?

- No, the new sheriff candidates announcing themselves tonight. Prepare for the blood bath.

- Sounds interesting. - she spoke out, her voice getting mumbled out as the mic’s sound hurt her and everyone else’s ear. The police chief stood there in his best attire, holding a small piece of papers, his fat thumbs hitting the mic to gather everyone’s attention. He already had their attention merely by wearing a cowboy’s hat with a formal suit.

- Now folks, we all now how much we gonna miss our good old Sheriff but it’s time to elect a new one. - his southern accent was pronounced, too pronounced, cartoonish even. Y/N remembered laughing as a child when she first heard him speak only to immediately shut up when her grandmother looked her way with a look which left room for no questions. She herself had barely developed an accent, her grandmother still very keen on instilling in her the education she herself had gotten. However, the longer she spent with Lee, the more it would sometimes slip; one or two words, nothing major. - Of course, Leroy is running again.

- I don’t know why he tries. - Y/N whispered to Billy, concealed laughing smile behind her hand.

- You gotta admit it’s a good thing to imagine. Damned Leroy and his prostitutes running the town? We’d be forgotten by God.

- We’re already forgotten by God. We were banished from the garden of Eden, don’t you remember? - she teased, always enjoying to toy around with the religion Knockemstiff was so hang up on. - We’re probably direct descendants.

- You ought to keep that mouth shut if you don’t wanna get in trouble. - he warned yet it went through deaf ears. Y/N liked stirring it, specially when it came to things which were so analytically flawed.

The regular list of candidates continued to go from officers to common folk who all believed they could make the town better. At least that was all they said they wanted to get some votes but at the end of the day, they just wanted to control the town with an iron fist. Do what they wanted without anyone question it. She couldn’t blame it, humans are hardwired to go crazy for power and let it consume them so she just let it pass. She knew all the candidates, they were always the same. Leroy, Matthew, Edwards ... all the common ones, she even wondered why they kept announcing it. Those three competing for the sheriff position was as certain as the sun coming up each morning.

- The last candidate is our cap’tain Bodecker. - her head snapped to the stage as every sound seemed to dim until she was surrounded by pure silence. All she could hear was the buzz from her ears as she watched him climb up the stairs to the stage, shaking the chief’s hands.

Everything seemed to be stuck in slow motion yet her mind was running faster than a shot bullet. The clapping was slow, everything was silent yet she could see their hands slowly clap and their lips moving in whispers. Her eyes roamed the crowd finding Jane right in front of the stage, looking up at him with adoration at the possible place she could possible hold; the sheriff’s wife. The slow motion ended with a loud crash and suddenly everything seemed just too fast. She ignored Billy’s pleas for her attention and moved straight to the small plastic tables covered in burgundy towels to make it look fancier where all the drinks and food were being held. One of her only friends from high school Mary was the one in charge, happily serving food and drinks to anyone who asked.

- Hi Y/N. - she always looked like the perfect housewife and that was always what she wanted to be. Beautiful, bountiful blonde hair with a few flowers matching her pink dress. Despite it all, she was always nice to her even with their different life goals.

- Hey Mary. How’s Paul? I heard from rumours you two had quite a nice honeymoon. St.Louis, right?

- Yes. He booked us a nice honeymoon suite, it had flowers and those heart shaped beds and chocolates. It was real nice, I’m hoping to be pregnant soon. What about you? Your grandmother said you came alone. You could’ve told me, my brother would’ve taken you.

- That’s alright, Mary. I don’t intend to stay for long ... Uhm, can I have a drink?

- Of course. Sidecar, as per usual?

- I think I’ll just have a double cognac, please. Or maybe some gin ... whatever can make me dizzy the fastest.

- Everything, okay?

- Just need to forget some stuff, it’ll be okay. - she forced a smile. At least half that phrase was true. Mary served her up with her best gin and she returned to the dance floor, trying to blend with the rest of the attendees, however her baby blue dress was much too different from anything else in town.

Y/N thought she’d be best outside where no one could see her and so she left, avoiding Billy who kept asking for her. She leaned against the old wood of the town hall, mascara running down her cheeks, and gin glass on the other one. She looked like the perfect warning tale of why you should not mess her married men. She knew better, she knew so much better but she still did it, like the idiotic little fool she seemed to be. Y/N sighed, the air condensing in the air as she drank from the glass.

- Pull yourself together, Y/N. - she looked to see side, her grandmother standing outside with the look she used to give her when Y/N embarrassed her as a little girl. - What did you expect?

- I’m just not having a good day, nana.

- You’re hanging around with Captain Bodecker that’s what you’re doing.

- What?

- Don’t play innocent with me, Y/N. You’re just like your mother and I’ve raised your mother so I’d know. I saw you leave in his car last week. Do you want to defend yourself?

- Is it even worth it? - she took a sip out of her drink. - What do you want me to say?

- I want you to pull yourself together and go inside. You better have this finished off before those elections start. I will not have my granddaughter be a home wrecker.

Y/N ignored it. There was nothing her grandmother could say that hurt more than what she was already feeling. She watched the snow fall from the cover of the banner covering the town hall, cold and icy yet somehow warmer than her. The drink didn’t last forever and although it was much stronger than what she was used to, she didn’t feel the slightest bit dizzy. It was if the universe was punishing her for her choices. She shook her head, leaving the glass onto one of the windows. She’d be better off at home and she’d already made her appearance. If someone asked where she was, she could’ve blamed it on their drunkness. Opening her little clutch, she started fishing for her keys through a sea of change, makeup and receipts.

- You better not be thinking of driving after you just drank. - she turned her head to see Lee with his hands on his waist, playfully smiling at her. His smile faded as he noticed the streaks of mascara from her eyes to her jaw. - Did that shithead Billy say something?

- No ... Lee, I wanna go home okay. - she sighed. - Can you just pretend you didn’t see me drink?

- I was hoping we could spend the night together. Rent a hotel room outside town. A real nice place, with a pool and some room service. My treat of course.

- I ... We can’t, Lee. Your wife is inside as she’s gonna notice you’re not there and you’re not home.

- She’s going home early. Jane’s been taking a few sleeping pills. She’s down for the night, won’t even notice. - he took a few steps closer to her, knowing everyone was too drunk to even remember. - I was waiting for you to come greet me, congratulate me. I can’t believe my girl wanted to leave before showing me how pretty she looked.

- You didn’t tell me you were running for Sheriff. - he cupped her face, thumb caressing her cheek. - You said it was a silly position.

- Yeah but ... it’s a Sheriff. I could become Mayor, ya know. The old sheriff thinks I’d be good for it. - he scratched the back of his neck, something he always did whenever he was nervous or was confronted by something he did not expect. Y/N had learned to read him and knew him better than her own favourite books. - C’mon, kid. It’s a night worth celebrating, don’t you think?

- Don’t call me kid. - she shot her head his way, his word hitting a particular hurt spot which she didn’t realise she had.

- Hey, I’m not trying to mock ya. - he rose his hands. - What’s wrong, huh baby? Hm? Tell me sugar, I hate it when you’re upset. Besides, if it was that Billy kid I’ve been wanting to give him a good beating.

- Don’t call me baby, either. - she sighed, throwing her purse inside the car, before turning to him. - Billy didn’t do anything I’m just ... tired.

- I’ll drive you home, then.

- I don’t wanna go home either. - she pushed her hair from her forehead, looking at the ground. The snow engulfed her feet and her shoes, yet it might as well have engulfed her entire being. Lee noticed her lip trembling and how her free hand was trying to stop tears from falling down. He looked behind him, the town hall door shut, before taking his jacket off, draping it over her shoulders, and opening the car door for her.

Y/N daren’t look him in the eye, instead sitting in the passenger seat as he pushed the hood of her car up. After all, most people did not enjoy driving in the snow with the hood up. She didn’t know where he was taking her and for all it mattered she didn’t want to know. If he was driving her to her killing location, it sounded much better than having to work out through the bubbling feelings in her tummy. Y/N didn’t even noticed how much she was crying until the tears started streaming so fast they were falling onto the palms of her hands like diamond daggers. She leaned her head against his shoulder, watching the road ahead through the blurry orbs of her own eyes, trying to find some warmth through him. The drive seemed endless and her mind rushed in an even more endless way as she considered all her choices til now. She found it unbearable how not guilty she didn’t feel about it. She could still remember the feeling of the cold water against her body and his lips against hers, being tangled in his bed sheets while he drank a beer, his grunts as he thrusted into her inside his patrol car. She remembered every detail either it being lust or romantic but most importantly she remembered how he looked at her. It was almost as through rose coloured glasses, most of the times agreeing with her pessimist view of the town she was in. Lee looked down on her, watching her perfect hair break through the gelled curls she had set down. He never liked the polished look anyway, he loved to see her walk in her white dresses and freshly washed hair flowing with the wind. This woman sat next to him was gorgeous but he preferred his Y/N, he preferred the woman who would poke fun of casualty and rush into the woods with her nightgown. This woman next to him was pretty yes but she seemed tainted by a sadness he could see yet couldn’t help. He didn’t want his Y/N to be the slightest bit sad. She did not deserve it. She was too pure, too young to be consumed by the loneliness, darkness and sadness that came with being an adult. Yet again, he had to start learning the young woman she was wouldn’t stay young forever. He wanted to know how to help. he wanted to be the man who wakes up next to her on summer mornings and winter evenings but life is not how we plan it out to be.

She watched the snow fall from her window as “You are my sunshine” played on the background from her radio. Looking up to him, his eyes were glued to the road, the sign of leaving Knockemstiff way past them and the hotel on the horizon. She called it the Heartbreak hotel, with its red walls and luxurious nature. A more fancy place for those who wanted to give a better night to their mistresses but that was not why she called it the heartbreak hotel. It was due to the fact she ended up crying every time she or he left. While inside those walls, she could pretend they were Mr. and Mrs. Bodecker, young couple moved out of Knockemstiff on a romantic getaway yet she wasn’t Mrs. Bodecker, Jane was. She had seen who the future sheriff’s wife was and it was not and it would never be her. He stopped the car in the parking lot, looking at her who was lost in thought, leaned against his shoulder.

- Come on, sugar. What is it? - Lee kissed the top of her head. - The heck happened in that Town Hall?

- Just being silly, Lee. - she shook her head, faking a smile. - Just don’t like parties one bit.

- I hate ‘em too, sugar. All show no action. Besides no party is a party without my baby. - he hooked his ring finger under her chin, softly pulling it up. She tried not to look at the moonlight illuminating the silver band around his finger, a symbol he belonged to someone else and she knew it. She had seen the wedding photo on his secretary, a much younger Lee with a much younger Jane with the facade of a happy marriage. Thinking about it always made her sick and ever since seeing that picture she couldn’t bring herself to do so. - Come on, let’s get you a bubble bath, yeah?

She followed him into the hotel almost in a zombie like state until the reception. The talk was a dance she had danced before, it was all the same. Lee would present money in cash so it wouldn’t show up on his credit card statement. He would sign in with a fake address but with his own name and no one would question it. After all, the staff wanted money, they didn’t care if it was an illicit affair or not. To be honest, she didn’t care much anymore.

- Mrs. Bodecker? Mrs. Bodecker? - the receptionist called out to her but it didn’t even register until she was looking her into the eyes. Mrs. Bodecker, she was definitely not. - Would you like a complementary tea? You look cold.

- No, it’s okay. - she smiled while Lee grabbed the keys. His hand wrapped itself around hers, leading her over to the elevator.

God, she wanted him. She really did, he thought to himself. It was an unbelievable feeling to have someone who loved him back, someone who always had encouraging words to tell him, someone who would stay after a fight. He thought and imagine what it would’ve been like if she was born earlier, god he would’ve courted her and would’ve married her the second they were out of high school. Sadly, the woman he loved was born 10 years after and he met her when he was married. He led her to the 13th hotel room and closed the door behind them.

- Things are gonna be different when I’m sheriff. No more sneaking around, no one will dare say a word. I can move to Brewer Heights, heck, I can buy two houses, one just for you and me.

- Lee ...

- Where are your pearls, sugar? You know I love to see you with them, makes you look so pretty.

- You know I can’t wear them in public, Lee. I am not your ... - she shouldn’t say that, she should not let those words out. - They’re not insured under my name, people would comment about it.

- You worry too much. - he pushed the fur that covered her arms down, placing a small kiss on her elbow. - My little over-thinker.

- One of us has too, Captain Bodecker.

- How about some champagne? - he pointed towards the champagne bottle in the ice bucket by the dresser before walking towards it, raising it so he could inspect the brand. He longed for the finest things in life, no longer wanting to be that middle to low class man he’d been forced to be. Being Sheriff, Mayor someday was going to be really something, it’d be his chance.

- I’m not 21 yet, Captain.

- Only a month til you are, kid. - he filled two long crystal flutes, handing it over to them. - By then I should stop calling you kid, huh?

- You shouldn’t call me kid, now. - she took a sip of the golden liquid, hoping it would take away her jealousy. Lee hummed, leaned over to kiss the crock of her neck, climbing up to her jaw in a move that was sure to leave marks. It was okay for him to leave marks on her, she was unmarried, young but on him? Sometimes she wanted to, sometimes she wanted to mark his pale plump skin as a possession, one that screamed Jane might have the wedding ring but she had the man. Yet, she couldn’t. - You look so handsome tonight.

- You’re my worse critic. - he smirked, placing his glass on the bedside table before pulling her chin towards him, placing a soft kiss on her plump, painted lips. - God, you can’t even imagine how fucking hard I got when you walked in.

- Such gentle behaviour. - she teased, fingers lightly tracing the skin of his face. He moaned, leaning in to kiss her again. - I wore it just for you. Blue. I knw you like it.

- You’re always such a good girl for me. - he started to remove his jacket, pushing on her chest lightly so she laid against the luxurious bed.

The alcohol sure did a better job than her about making her forget what she was doing it. The alcohol and his kiss, his touch on her skin made her forget the clench in her heart when she saw Jane Bodecker clap once they said his name. It made her forget she couldn’t hear perfume around him unless he showered, it made her forget. Both of her moaned through the kiss, seemingly unconcerned with the fact that it was a sin. Maybe that’s why it taste so sweet, the sin, the thrill. None of them cared really and all he wanted to do now was hold her, touch her, look at her.

- You are so beautiful. - he spoke, more to himself than to her specifically, leaning down on the bed as he spread her legs, taking his place in between them which was so familiar to him. Lee ran his knuckles through the middle of her folds, cold hands making her shiver. - Ev’ry darn day I wake up and I think, I got myself the most beautiful woman in the world.

Her eyes were glued to the ceiling, the white paint of it engulfing her as his hands caressed her thighs. All she could feel were his cold hands massaging the skin of her thighs, spreading them apart and giving him full access to her. His lips attacked her core, always chapped which made her feel so good, it made her know it was him giving her that pleasure. She moaned out loud as he dwelled in like a starved man, her head relaxing against the pillow. There was never any mercy with him, he teased her like he owned her, focusing on her clit while licking her folds. He had her exactly where he wanted her - starving for him.

- You’re gonna see. - he mumbled out while he relentlessly ate her out. - When I’m sheriff there will be no more hidin’. No one gonna dare say anythin’ about it.

- Lee, please ... no foreplay. - she whined, begged even as he stopped his motions. His eyes curiously searched for hers, hands pulling his body up as he stood on top of her. - I just want to feel you.

- Weren’t you feelin’ me, sugar?

- You know what I mean, Lee. - she wrapped her hands around his neck, head cocked to the side. - I don’t want any foreplay today.

- Oh sugar ... - he chuckled leaning down to kiss her collarbone. - You’re just a cock slut for me, aren’t ya? Can’t just wait for me to treat ya right ain’t it, baby?

- Lee, please. - she whined, hands wavering over his police issued chunky belt. Lee smirked, holding her hand before she could do anything. Y/N pouted, head leaning against her shoulder. - C’mon.

- But baby, you look so pretty when you’re begging. - he returned to kiss her neck, leaving marks which were sure to become hickeys tomorrow but she didn’t care. No one was going to see it. - I was expecting you to come congratulate me in the way you always do, maybe in the back of the town hall. Hoping someone would catch us so they’d see you’re my girl.

- Lee ... - she whined as he kept kissing her neck and collarbones. - Please.

- Tell me what you want, baby. You know I do everything you want. - he rose from her neck, toothy grin as he leaned down to kiss her plump, pink painted lips. - Tell me you want my big fat cock. I know you do, baby. Tell me how much you need it.

- Lee ... please, need you.

- You have me, baby, tell me what you need. Tell me what you want. - his knuckles ran through the middle of her folds again. - You’re so wet, baby. Just tell me what you want, c’mon

- Lee ... please. - she looked at him with those wide eyes that could get someone to commit murder for her, as he pushed down his trousers. - I want you to fuck me with your ... big fat cock, Capitain.

- Oh, baby ... - he leaned his forehead against hers as he pushed his cock past her entrance, eyes shut tight as he tried to keep himself sane at the mere feeling of her walls contracting against him. His lips found hers as he shed himself fully into her. Her hand searched for his, as Lee slowly rolled his hips against hers, basking in the mere high that was being inside of her. - You okay, baby?

- Yeah. ... fuck, move. - she whined as he removed himself from her and pushed back in, slowly starting to rock into her as he always did. The little tease. Her hand clenched his as he speed up his thrusts, lips returning to hers in a messy, moaned filled kiss. All she could hear was the sound of skin against skin and interrupted breathing. - Lee, fuck.

- I know, baby. - he laughed, returning to kiss her the way he liked as her walls started to clench more forcefully against his member, milking him for all he was worth. His free hand grabbed her hip as he further sped up against her, bruising her skin as his breaths got more raggedy. He bite onto her neck as he felt his control over his own orgasm disappear.

- Lee, fuck! - she moaned, almost raising off the bed as her own orgasm washed over her. Her head fell against the pillow, sluggish as he continued to thrust into her until ropes and ropes of cum painted her walls. He chuckled mid grunt, holding her against him as he turned around in bed.

- You all fucked up, aren’t ya, sugar? - he kissed the top of her head. - You’re gonna see, sugar. Things are gonna be so much better.

- Right ... - she cuddled against his chest. - Hm ... Lee can you drive me back home early on?

- Early shift?

- Yeah.

- Okay, sugar.

The morning was a harsh breaker of dreamy hazes and just like that she was back to the place where she always was, in her home, surrounded by the scent of the perfume she had bought just for him. She sat on her dress, taking the necklace he had given her from the little mother of pearl seashell shaped box and holding them against her chest. She loved him, she really did. Some people had their downfalls and hers was painted onto her neck and held by her hands. He was her downfall.

The sun was high up on the snowy midday in Knockemstiff and once again Lee had been resigned to desk duty after the Sheriff not taking it too lightly he decided to run without his permission. Normally he would’ve been upset but he knew, he knew he was close to winning and then he could throw away those stupid hotels and just get her a little house close to him. God, he couldn’t fucking wait.

- Captain Bodecker, someone here for you. - his secretary knocked on his door. - Mary Gillies, sir.

- Mary Gillies? - he knew her to be a friend of Y/N’s, perhaps her only friend other than that punk Billy. - Send her in.

- Good afternoon, captain. - she said as she walked into his office. - I’m so sorry to be bothering but Y/N ...

- Is she alright? - he interrupted her.

- Yes, well ... - she rummaged through her bag to find a cushioned envelope with his name on it. - She told me to give you this.

- What is it?

- I don’t know, captain. I must get going, my husband is waiting for me.

- Of course. Thank you, Mrs. Gillies.

He waited for the woman to be out of his office and for the door to be shut for him to open the envelope. The minute he opened the envelope, pearls fell into his desk, the same pearls he had given Y/N followed by a small note in the dusty pink stationary that normally laid on her dresser. Turning it around, he saw the words he’d been dreading to read or hear ever since he met her. I’m sorry, Lee. He threw the letter on his desk before getting up from his desk as fast as he could, ignoring the calls from his colleagues as he got into his cruiser. Damned, Brewer Heights, why couldn’t it be closer?

He approached her home fast and closed the door as fastly as he ran up to the door. Her hag of a grandmother was possibly at church and he had learned where they kept the spare key; behind a violet pot. His heart was beating as fast as a deer on a hunt as he climbed up the stairs and found the once filled room was empty, with only a perfume bottle on her empty dresser. He observed the whole room as if he were in a nightmare, sitting on her bed as he clenched the pearls he had given her not so long ago, the smell of daisies in the air as some song played on the still turned on radio.

You never know dear how much I love you. Please don’t take my sunshine away ...

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