#i see Roman general daddy finally

[mushgloomz]

going on a date tonight with a man 📉

going a date tonight with a man to see gladiator II so i can watch marcus acacius say ‘my lady’ on the big screen 📈

[msbigredmachine]

Butterscotch & Chocolate (Roman Reigns/OC/The Rock)

What’s better than a hunky, rich and powerful Samoan boyfriend? Why, two, of course! 😉🤤

Pairing: Roman Reigns/Black fem reader/The Rock

Warnings: Smut, Threesome

Word Count: 3.5k

A/N: I planned to post this as far back as April at the peak of the Final Boss arc. Sorry I'm late 😭. Based on the Jimmy Fallon interview before Wrestlemania 40.

Enjoy!

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It’s always amazing to witness your man’s ease in swapping personas for entertainment purposes. From the feral, bloodthirsty beast that rules the wrestling ring to the dapper, charming gentleman currently chatting it up with Jimmy Fallon on his late night talk show in Manhattan. Seeing up close how one of a kind Roman Reigns is, is something you never get tired of experiencing, whether it’s in the ring, in front of the media, or behind closed doors, specifically between the sheets…his favorite place to be with you. Now here you are, in a swanky dressing room in New York on a Wednesday night when you’d normally be at home, probably working. This is a welcome, more glamorous change of environment all thanks to your boyfriend.

He’s also made dinner plans for after the show, which is why you’re all dressed up in a daring little slip dress and a pair of open-toed stilettos, with your toenails painted white, his favorite color on your feet. The dress has a thigh-high slit, which is perfect because you want him to have full access to the goodies tonight. You wonder what he has planned afterwards. Are you fucking tonight? You’d better be. He’s been away from you for weeks, and FaceTime sex, as good as it is, is not sufficient for your horny little self. 

The door to the dressing room swings open and Roman walks in, a cute smile curving those lips you love to kiss. "All done! You ready, baby girl?" he asks.

The term of endearment coming from such a deep, whiskey-smooth tone like his always makes you shiver. You nod eagerly and get to your feet, smoothing out the sleek satin fabric of your dress. He makes his way to you, drinking in your appearance with smoldering eyes and a low whistle that warms your bronzed cheeks.

"I can’t get over how beautiful you look. Give Daddy a twirl, baby." He lifts your hand in the air, pleased as you oblige him, then tugs you close to meet his lips. You sigh softly as his free hand immediately finds your round derriere, giving it a generous squeeze. You love how you never seem to get enough of each other, always need to touch each other. 

And you’re not the only one who notices.

“Jesus Christ, get a room.”

Roman laughs softly against your mouth before turning his head with a happy grin. Your heart lurches inside your chest at the sound of the other deep voice, your cheeks growing warmer as your boyfriend's new partner in crime locks eyes with you from across the dressing room. You inwardly hope Roman cannot feel the shiver that caresses your skin.

Dwayne Johnson has more or less become part of your life since his Final Boss angle for Wrestlemania was signed off at the start of the year. The first time he showed up at Roman’s doorstep, you freaked out. It was The Rock, after all. You had a huge crush on him when you were younger and initially, you found his size and status intimidating. But he’s turned out to be a sweetheart, always checking up on you, providing support whenever you need it. He seems to genuinely care about you, and Roman thinks the world of him, too. But as your friendship deepens, so have your feelings. Though you’ve done a good job of keeping them at bay, it’s become more difficult each time he stares at you like he wants to fuck you where you stand, which is all the time now.

And secretly, you like it.

"We should get going guys, I'm getting pretty hungry…" Dwayne drawls. You don’t miss the heat in his eyes as they rake down your frame. You can’t help but stare back either; he looks incredible. The definition in his arms, chest and legs is on display through the silver satin of his garb. He and Roman are such babes; gorgeous, sophisticated older men that appeal highly to your tastes.

Your next destination is shrouded in mystery. You have no idea where you are going and Roman gives nothing away. Seated between the two huge men in the back of a sleek G63, you snuggle close to your boyfriend, sharing soft, sweet kisses with him and enjoying the comforting circles of his fingers on your hip. Dwayne seems to take the PDA in stride, accustomed to it. But feeling him so close makes you wish he can touch and caress you too. 

As Roman answers a phone call, you check on the other man, not wanting him to feel excluded. “You good, big guy? You’re quiet,” you say to Dwayne, resting your hand on his knee. You feel him tense at your touch, his eyes shutting for a brief moment.

“I’m fine, sweetheart. Don’t worry ‘bout lil ole me,” he simply answers, his hand brushing over the top of yours in a gesture intimate enough to send shivers of desire down your spine. If Roman notices the exchange, he doesn’t show it. 

The car eventually arrives at a harbor. The illuminated boardwalk welcomes you to a sizable boat and all its luxury. Roman’s much larger hand engulfs yours as he leads you onto the yacht, with Dwayne right behind you, most likely staring at your ass. A maitre'd guides you to an exquisite table set laden with the finest plates and cutlery that glint from the lanterns on the red tabletop. Soft music plays quietly in the background. The atmosphere reeks of opulence and romance. Your man knows how much you love the fancy, finer things, but this feels above and beyond, like a team effort pulled off specifically by the two men you're in the presence of.

Having an entire boat to oneself has its perks, particularly with the stellar service as well as not having to wait long for the food. Sat again between your boyfriend and your crush in the plush, booth-like seats, conversation flows easily among all three of you as you dine together. However, you observe that Dwayne sits much closer to you, on purpose too it seems, without the tight confines of a vehicle as a ready excuse. Roman is on your left, also pressed to your side. It’s not uncomfortable at all. You're in the middle of a very appetizing sandwich and you wonder, just for a second, if either man, or maybe both, would like a bite.

After your plates are taken away, Roman puts his arm around you, and you swoon when he links your fingers together and kisses the back of your hand. “You look so beautiful tonight, baby girl,” he gushes with a smile.

“Thank you, Daddy,” you respond. He’s been affectionate all evening, even more so than usual. He’s showered you with compliments, along with a bouquet of white roses and beautiful luxury jewelry, and you feel love-bombed in the best way. You wonder if there’s anything else in store tonight. Sex, you hope.

“I agree. Very beautiful,” Dwayne chimes in, surprising you. 

"I—" you stammer, looking at him, taken slightly aback by the intensity in his eyes. “Thank you.” 

Roman's hand moving down to squeeze your hip refocuses your attention on him. “So, babe…I know it’s been a long couple of months, and I’ve seen how hard you work at your job, yet you always manage to make time for me. Time for us. So I wanted to show you my appreciation by giving you something…extra special tonight." 

It's then that you feel it; a tension that was present before but has somehow heightened, a nagging feeling that you’re out of the loop on something, but it’s difficult to pinpoint exactly what it is.

“Okay…” You glance back and forth between the two men, your eyes fixated on their Adam's Apples, fighting the urge to moan out loud at the sight of their strong throats working. You almost miss it, but Roman catches Dwayne’s eye, exchanging a knowing look. Something is definitely going on.

Then, in a move that totally stuns you, Dwayne reaches out to touch your cheek, running his thumb along your skin. Your body washes with heat at his unexpected caress, but common sense tries to prevail as your head snaps over to Roman, anticipating some kind of outburst at his cousin’s forwardness. But nothing comes. If anything, he looks…calm. Like he saw this coming.

"I know you want Dwayne, baby. I’ve known for a while,” Roman says softly, and your heart drops. Have you been that obvious? Did you do something or say something that gave you away? As you frantically wrack your brain for an answer, his next words catch you completely off guard, even more so when he smiles. “And it turns out, he wants you too.”

"W-what?" What is going on?! 

"It’s okay, my love," Roman shushes you gently, brushing his thumb back and forth across your lips. “I don't mind at all. It just shows that my cousin got good taste. And speaking of taste…”

“Roman and I talked, and we decided we want to give you exactly what you want,” Dwayne interjects. He’s smiling, making him even more attractive if that’s even possible. He puts his hand over your own, his light brown eyes piercing your soul. “We want to please you, sweetheart. Together. And not just tonight, but every other night.”

“We wanna take care of you, baby,” Roman continues. “We’re yours now, and you’re ours. You call on me, or him, or both of us, for anything you need, and we’ll be there.”

You’re at a loss for words. This has to be one of your wet dreams gone haywire. Now acutely aware that you’re firmly trapped between them, you gulp audibly, feeling nowhere near as brave as you usually do when you find yourself in this position in your fantasies. Flustered, you grab your glass of wine and knock it back in one go, almost coughing as the strong alcohol burns your throat in protest. “Are…are you sure?” 

“Positive. But only if you’re sure that this is what you want, too,” Roman assures you.

Dwayne nods in agreement, and you break into a slight sweat despite the outdoor sea breeze, blowing out a breath as you fan yourself. These last few minutes have honestly left you shook. But the fact that they’ve essentially confessed that they both want you is a huge turn-on. They’re the most beautiful men that you’ve ever laid eyes on, and you feel honored that they feel so strongly about you. 

Emboldened by this, along with the influx of alcohol in your system, you straighten in your seat and turn to the Great One with your most seductive expression. “Anything, huh? Well then, I just got one question, Mr Final Boss.” You trace your index finger from his torso along his broad chest, and stop at his bottom lip. “What dat mouth do?”

Dwayne smirks, purses his lips against your finger. “How ‘bout you come closer and find out?” he retorts.

Your eyes widen, your courage wavering. “Right here? Now? But what about…” You wave your hand around, reminding them that you’re not exactly alone on this boat.

“There’s a reason you ain’t seen nobody in a minute,” says Dwayne as Roman grins slyly, “They show up when we tell them to.” 

Power.

You glance over at your boyfriend again, seeking, needing his consent. As tantalizing as all this is, you can’t do this without him. He merely stares back at you, his eyes cloudy with that familiar look of lust you’ve seen so many times. “Go ahead,” he encourages. He seems mesmerized by what’s unfolding before him. 

Dwayne tilts your chin up, studying every little detail and emotion on your face, seeing right through the bravado. "I bet you taste incredible..." His hands span the length of your sides, holding you in place as he kisses your lips. His are surprisingly soft, moving gently against yours, taking his sweet time to enjoy your sweet taste. You press your body closer to his and run your hands up his smooth, shaven face, moaning into his mouth when his tongue whips skillfully against yours.

Behind you, Roman’s large hands are on your shoulders, massaging away the tension he knows is there. He knows your body so well. It helps you relax more and savor the firm pressure of Dwayne’s mouth. His kiss is different from Roman’s yet just as intoxicating. You gasp when his hands slides down your body, caressing your chest with care and attention. A sigh escapes you as Roman’s lips meet your shoulder. Right away your head lolls to the side, encouraging him to explore like he likes to. In the meantime, Dwayne has navigated underneath your dress and is parting your inner thighs, stroking the soft skin dangerously close to your apex. Warmth spreads throughout your body, ignited by their kisses, their touches, the knowledge that two beautiful, powerful men want you as much as they do. It’s an overwhelming feeling, scary even, yet it's all you want to feel from here on out. 

A startled moan bursts from you when Roman bites down on your skin. It’s a familiar, pleasurable pain, one that makes you squeeze your thighs together. But Dwayne is not having it, nudging them back apart with his big hand. Both men are in complete control and obviously aim to make you lose yours. As Roman makes out with your throat, Dwayne fingers the straps of your low cut dress, easing the material down your arms, exposing your ample bosom inch by inch. Instinctively, your hands rise to cover yourself, but he catches your wrists before you can and holds them down.

"Don't hide, baby, let him see how pretty you are," Roman rasps in your ear, nuzzling his beard against your cheek. You shift restlessly, the throbbing between your legs intensifying with every passing second. You’ve daydreamed about a moment like this more times than you can count, and now it’s actually happening, with more to come. 

What is life?

"Good girl," Roman smiles, watching Dwayne kiss on the swells of your heavy breasts spilling over your red lace bra. He drags your dress down further, resting it beneath your breasts. As you thank your lucky stars for opting to wear your prettiest bra tonight, Dwayne pinches your nipples through the lace, making you gasp out, your head tilting back with pleasure. He groans his approval as he pulls the bra cups down and kneads your naked breasts with firm, eager hands, the skin on skin contact sending shockwaves to your core. "Damn, girl. Look at them perfect titties," he praises.

"They nice, huh Uce," Roman purrs, his breath fanning your cheek, his hungry eyes affixed on your exposed chest with a growl that sends a flood of heat through your loins. Your back arches against your man's strong chest. You’re unbelievably wet, the lace of your panties already soaked through and clinging to your pussy lips. Roman takes over toying with your nipples while Dwayne descends, moving your dress up to your stomach as he comes face to face with your lace-covered treasure. 

"What do you want, sweetheart? Tell me," Dwayne kisses your belly, looking up at you from where he’s now crouched down on the floor. The view before you leaves you on the verge of a nervous breakdown.

Dwayne fucking Johnson. On his knees. Asking you what you want. Good lord.

"I…I want you to eat my pussy," you manage to gasp.

The two men laugh, Roman’s deep chuckle vibrating through your half-naked body. "I think he can do that," he whispers, sucking your earlobe into his warm, wet mouth that has you panting out an expletive or two. Dwayne tugs at the waistband of your panties, prompting you to lift your hips so he can pull them off, rendering you open and exposed. You’re practically on Roman’s lap now, and you hear him moan as your ass wiggles directly on his crotch. Desperate for some kind of anchor, you reach up to grab his head, running your fingers through the silky locks of his hair, watching through heavy eyelids as Dwayne rubs two fingers along your slit. Roman refocuses on massaging your chest with those big hands of his. "So perfect," he mumbles into your hair, “The things I wanna do to you right now…”

Beneath you, Dwayne dips down to drag his tongue along your folds, tasting you for the first time. "Oh yeah, wayyy better than I imagined," he murmurs against your sensitive flesh, the small movements of his mouth making your pussy clench tight in anticipation. Not to be outdone, Roman gathers your breasts in his palms and grinds his hips against your ass. His thick, hardened length rubbing against your backside feels amazing. With a moan, you lift your head up for a kiss. He plunges his tongue in your mouth, dancing sloppily and noisily with yours, demanding the same energy you're receiving.

As you're caught up in Roman’s oral skills, the People’s champion decides to demonstrate his. He pushes his tongue deep inside of you, somehow managing to synchronize with Roman’s, filling both ends of your body. You find yourself also gripping the back of Dwayne’s head as he flicks his tongue against your folds rapidly, reminiscent of the way he utters his famous 'If You Smell...' catchphrase. The sensation has you crying out his name and your eyes rolling back. Then, he proceeds to trap your clit between his lips and suck heartily, then lap the protruding little nub and work it in circles.

"Oh my god," your voice cracks in a sob as he pushes your legs further back, spreading you wider, allowing him better access. The man is deep-diving in your pussy, feasting, as though the stuffed lobster he consumed just minutes ago was not satisfying enough. Your body is electric, your pussy spasming every few seconds as ecstasy beckons. His tongue is magical, and combined with the expert attention that Roman is providing, it’s almost too much to bear, so much so that you’re forced to tear your lips away from Roman's, moaning and panting heavily, your wide, hazy eyes staring up at him with a look of shock and almost helplessness from the barrage of pleasure.

The lust in the Tribal Chief's eyes as he stares right back reflects yours, and he keeps twisting your nipples, making you twitch and squirm in his arms. "You gon' come for us like a good girl," His voice is low and rough with desire, emphasizing his command with a particularly sharp pinch to your swollen, sensitive nipple that makes you squeal. "Come in his mouth, babe, make him taste every drop of that sweet ass pussy…"

On cue, Dwayne suddenly begins sucking you hard. Firm. His mouth wet and hungry, determined that you give them exactly what they want. He slips two long, thick fingers inside your dripping core, curling and twisting them, pumping them roughly inside you, and you’re gone. It knocks you silly, your nut, and your eyes squeeze shut as you scream, pussy clamping down on Dwayne's fingers, hips jerking on his face, Roman having to anchor you down as the pleasure ravages you. Dwayne never takes his eyes off the euphoria washing over your beautiful face, lapping up everything that pours from your weeping pussy. Roman lowers his hand between your thighs, swiping at your mess and bringing it to his mouth, groaning pleasurably at your taste he’s since known he can never get enough of. 

"Mmm. Good girl," he murmurs against your throat, hugging your waist as you float down from your incredible high. His kiss on your cheek is soothing, loving. Proud. “You did so good for us, my love.”

It takes you a good thirty seconds to open your eyes, and you’re met with the most amazingly erotic sight. Dwayne’s handsome face smeared with your essence, his tongue gathering the remnants of your orgasm into his mouth. "I think that’s all the dessert I need tonight. I can eat your pussy forever, baby," he smirks up at you.

You feel yourself blushing profusely, retreating to your shy ways. "That was…unbelievable," you breathe, amazed that you can even speak.

"That's what we like to hear," Dwayne smiles, standing up and sitting back next to you. He draws your dress back down and makes a show of tucking your discarded panties into his back pocket. “That’s mine now,” he announces with a haughty wink and a shit-eating grin, and you’re certain you’re wet all over again. He tugs your bra and the rest of your dress back into place, patting your breasts fondly before kissing you softly. You can taste yourself all over his mouth and it’s the hottest thing ever.

"Um, would you like me to return the favor, Daddy? I can," you ask, already rubbing on both their thighs, your voice small and hopeful.

Chuckling at your newfound neediness, Roman swoops down to steal a kiss, "No, baby. At least not yet. This was all about you."

Damn. It feels unfair to not reciprocate such a tremendous gift, so you insist. You’ll be damned if this ends here. "Fine, maybe not here. But when we’re back on dry land, I’m fucking the shit outta you," you tell Roman, grabbing his chin and sealing your promise with a sensual, breathless kiss to his lips. You do the exact same thing to Dwayne, determination shining through the lust in your eyes, “Both of you.”

THE END

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[sydsaint]

Daddy's Home!!!!!!

Summary: Things are looking bleak for the reader when she's facing The Bloodline alone. Luckily for her, a certain someone is about to make a comeback. And he's looking for allies against The Bloodline.

Another week on Raw and another week struggling to keep afloat with The Bloodline constantly trying to force you into their group.

"Bayley wait! Come on, don't leave me out here!" You plead with your opponent who's just pulled a win from out under you.

"Sorry, Y/N." Bayley shrugs as she passes you. "But I'm not getting involved in this." She purses her lips into a line and walks off.

You pull yourself off the mat, body shaking from being overexerted in your match. You huff out quick breaths and struggle to your feet, knowing that Jimmy and Solo will soon show up.

Sure enough, Jimmy's music hits and he descends the ramp with Solo at his side. You make it to your feet but have to force yourself to stop and catch your breath.

"Y/N! Tough loss, baby." Jimmy hops onto the apron cooing at you. "See, this is why you need us! We can make sure you ain't ever lose again." He insists as he passes through the ropes.

"How many times do I have to tell you no?" You growl, still leaning on the ring ropes for support.

Jimmy makes his way across the ring toward you while Solo comes around to stand on the floor below you. You're trapped once again. 

"Simple, shorty. Until you decide to join us, we always gonna be here for you." Jimmy explains with a grin. "It's up to you how long this goes on for." 

You groan and prepare for another tiring 10-minute argument. Your body aches from your match with Bayley and finally giving in crosses your mind for a split second. Working for Roman can't be that bad right? 

Just when you're about to maybe give in and agree to Roman's terms, Randy Orton's music blasts through the arena speakers. You knew that Orton made a comeback over the weekend. But why the in hell he's out here now, you don't know. 

Jimmy turns around sharply as Randy makes a B-line for the ring. Randy disposes of Jimmy with ease and sends him packing. Solo retreats for the moment and joins Jimmy at the top of the ramp. 

"Hey, you alright?" Randy walks over to you once Jimmy and Solo are gone. 

"Yeah, thanks." You nod, slowly regaining your strength. "Sorry, do you mind parting the ring ropes for me? My knees are killing me." You ask sheepishly.

Randy nods and parts the ring ropes for you. You carefully slip through them and head down the stairs and up the ramp. Randy hops down from the apron and walks backstage with you. 

"So, what are Jimmy and Solo so interested in you for?" Randy casually asks as you walk with him. "Old boyfriend or something?" 

"No, nothing like that." You sneer at the idea. "Roman wants someone female to join his idiotic little group. And apparently, I'm his prime candidate." You explain. 

Randy nods and directs you over to where a couple of trainers are waiting to check you out. "Right. And I'm assuming that you don't want anything to do with them?" He asks you. 

"Not in the slightest." You shake your head. "Why?" You turn to him curiously. 

Randy shrugs and steps back a bit so the trainers can get to your side. "We can talk more about it later. You should go ahead and get looked at." He gestures to the trainers. "How about we meet up after the show?" He suggests. 

"Yeah, okay." You nod. "I'll meet up with you backstage later." 

Randy nods and walks off so you are alone with the trainers. They look you over and determine that you tweaked your knee during your match with Bayley. But other than that and some general fatigue, you're in perfect health. You head back to your locker room for a quick rinse and change. 

When you get back to your locker room Shotzi is there waiting for you. 

"Hey, Shotzi." You greet your odd friend as you come through the door. 

"Y/N! I am so sorry I didn't come out to help you!" Shotzi jumps up and attacks you in a hug. "I was in a photoshoot and didn't find out until like 5 minutes ago." She explains. 

You smile and hug her back tightly before pushing her off you. "It's alright, Shotzi." You assure her. "I actually got some help from someone else." A small grin plays on your face. 

"I know!" Shotzi squeals. "Randy Orton helping you out with Jimmy and Solo? What was that all about?" She teases you. 

"I have no clue." You shrug. "But he asked to meet up with me after the show." You add. "Which is why I so need to shower." 

Shotzi's mouth hangs open as she's being her usual over-the-top self. "Oh my gosh! Y/N, girl. What is with you and attracting all the dllfs around here?" She asks you. "I mean, Roman? Then I so saw LA Knight checking you out at the airport earlier today. And now, Randy Orton?" 

"I have no idea." You shrug. "Maybe I'm just that irresistible." You joke with a laugh before disappearing to shower.    You have a quick shower and find Shotzi gone when you come back out to the locker room. Assuming that she had something else to do and you'll see her again at the hotel later, you get changed and head out. 

You barely make it to the backstage area when you spot Randy hanging out waiting for you. Slinging your back over your shoulder, you make your way over to him. 

"Hey, Randy." You wave to Orton nervously. 

"Y/N, hey. Thanks for meeting me." Randy waves back at you. "How are you? Everything goes alright with the trainers?" He asks you. 

You nod and blush over the fact that Orton is taking an interest in your well-being. "Yeah, just a tweaked knee is all." You assure him. "So, what did you want to talk about?" You ask him. 

"It's about The Bloodline." Randy briefly explains. "I'm sure you probably know that it was them who put me out for so long?" He asks you. 

"Yeah, I remember." You nod. "It was brutal, man." 

Randy's jaw twitches at the memory and he nods. "Well, I'm back now. And It's time that I took some revenge." He explains in a stern tone. "And I'd like your help. If you're willing." He adds. 

"You want my help?" You point to yourself in surprise. "Why me?" You can't help but ask. 

Randy shrugs again, his gaze falling on you rather than darting randomly around the room like it has been. "You've already got a problem with them." He reminds you. "Plus I've seen you in the ring before. You're one hell of a competitor. Which is probably why Roman is so adamant about recruiting you." He adds. 

"Thanks." You bite the inside of your lip. 

"I'm going to need backup if I'm going to do this," Randy explains further. "And you seemed like the best choice. So, what do you think, Y/N? You in?" He asks you. 

You remain silent for a moment and mull over your options. You can almost hear Shotzi screaming at you to take the offer. And frankly, you'd be delusional to turn it down. 

"Yeah, I'm in." You take a deep breath for giving Randy an answer. 

Randy nods and retrieves his phone from his pocket. You watch him unlock it before handing it to you. "Great. Put your number in there and we'll talk more later." He explains. "Right now I've got some work stuff to do. But we'll catch up soon, alright?"

"Yeah, alright." You nod and put your number into Randy's phone. 

Randy takes his phone back and walks off. You remain in place and try to process everything that's just happened to you. One thing you do know for sure though. Shotzi is going to FREAK when you tell her. 

[wambsgansshoelaces]

Turmoil; Chapter 9

Roman Roy x Reader

Word Count: 3.518k

You walk slowly back and forth on the cool marble flooring of Shiv’s apartment, trying not to slip on your socks. You're gesturing vaguely at your laptop as you pace, which Roman had gotten to project on her living room TV. You have the spreadsheet of Connor’s financial ruin pulled up, letting everyone mull it over.

“We have many options right now, and all of them are good,” you tell your miniature peanut gallery of the siblings- minus Connor -, plus Gerri and Greg. “We serve Connor. All this does is get him off of our asses, gets us some spending money. Doesn’t eliminate the massive fucking problem that is Logan Roy, doesn’t deal with anything involving Waystar. Purely a ‘fuck you’ to Connor and he goes to jail for five minutes before Daddy bails him out.” You glance around the room, remembering your audience. “Uh, no offence.”

You get a collective grunt from the three siblings, all of them in a similar state of focus. Roman’s sat on the sofa, eyes trained solely on you rather than the presentation. When you catch his gaze, he gives you a nervous smile. You smile back.

“What I think we should do is start building a case against Logan. But we bait him with this fraud to get a stronger case,” you say. “We’re pulling things together. I can see us having an airtight case before the years up.” You pause. “We just, uh, need to finalize the entire… CEO thing.”

The more time you’d spent with the Roys, the more they got along less. With Logan thrown out of the company, ownership, control of the company was up for grabs. Each of the three of them though that they were the right choice. What you saw in Norway, what you saw when you first met Roman, was slowly self destructing.

You’re worried it won’t go back to the way it was before.

The siblings’ banter, their underlying love for one another. You’re not going to hear it again for a while.

The general consensus is that you are to start building a criminal case against Logan Roy. You have to tell yourself that if you fail, on the off chance that this case crumbles under pressure in court, that the rest of your life will with it. Losing to Logan Roy, at anything, has grace consequences. And in this instance? Your career will suffer the most.

Roman’s trying to figure out how to completely disconnect your laptop from the television when Gerri approaches you. You both offer each other soft smiles. You were similar, after all, and although lawyers didn’t get along most of the time, you got the feeling that you’d both give each other grace.

“It’s nice to meet you informally,” she tells you, offering her hand for you to shake. Her grip is firm, it doesn’t falter. “I’m sorry I couldn’t make it out to Norway.”

“You didn’t miss much. It was a lot of peacocking, if I’m honest.”

Her voice drops so that only you can hear, even though everyone else is involved in their own business, nowhere near. “There’s a power struggle here. Neither of us are stupid.”

You gather your composure. Maybe this wasn’t the wholesome interaction you’d hoped it’d be. Oh, how you wish strategy would leave you alone. “Mm.”

“And I think, with our lack of familial ties, lack of allegiance, we’re in quite the position to just… make things go our way.”

Your eyes flit about the space around the two of you. Still, nobody’s within earshot. “And what’s our way?”

“The one where we benefit most.” Her gaze shifts from you to Roman, still sat on the couch, your laptop finally disconnected from the TV. As if he can feel your eyes boring into him, he looks up, catching you and Gerri staring. “The one where we have the most control.”

“Since when are you and Gerri all buddy buddy?” he asks the minute you step out of Shiv’s apartment. The bone-chilling January air smacks you in the face, blowing back your hair as you glance at him in the dark.

“We’re not. I met her today.” You simultaneously reach for each other’s hands, curling your fingers together.

“What’d she say?” he asks, voice just barely cracking. He brings his free hand to your intertwined ones, rubbing over the back of your hand in an attempt to warm it.

You don’t answer until you’re both in the car a few moments later, you sitting behind the wheel. “She made an interesting proposition about the entire… succession thing.”

He buckles his seat belt, not taking his eyes off you. “Yeah?”

“That her and I back you so that we have the power when you’re CEO.”

You tear your gaze from his, backing out of the apartment complex’s parking lot and pulling out onto the street. He says nothing for a bit, turning things over in his head.

“I mean, I wouldn’t really be against that,” he says carefully, failing to sound convincing. “I wouldn’t like it, but I mean, CEO, and the two smartest people I know pulling the strings so I don’t fuck up…”

“You’d be fine with that? You wouldn’t want, I don’t know, free will?”

“Well, it’s you and Gerri. Sure, you’ve both had your cold and calculating bullshit, but neither of you are capable of rendering me completely useless.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” you ask, glancing at him when you stop at a red light.

He shrugs. “Just that you’re physically incapable of slighting me, because, you know”- he gestures at himself, taking your hand that wasn’t on the steering wheel and planting a kiss on the back of it -“and Gerri doesn’t even have it in her.”

You roll your eyes. “I mean, I could, but I won’t,” you say, teasing. He keeps your hand in his as you drive, night time New York lights blurring by.

“Would you do it, though?” he asks quietly. “Do you think I could do it?”

“What do you mean?”

“Am I… am I capable?” You can tell he’s still looking at you, but your eyes are in the road.

“Of course you’re capable,” you say immediately. “But it sounds like you don’t really… want it.”

“I mean, I want it. I want more for myself. I just… don’t really want Waystar. I want more than just fucking around in my stupid fucking office and having… having no substance.” The car’s in the parking garage of your own apartment now, but neither of you make a move to get out. He’s looking straight ahead of him, eyes slightly glazed over. It’s an expression you’ve never seen on him before. He looks troubled, like he’s actually at war with something in his head. “I mean, I feel like a week ago I would’ve strangled you for it. Now, I think about it, and it’s so… so boring.”

Your hands are still wrapped around each other, so you begin stroking small circles into his skin with your thumb. “Boring?”

“Unfulfilling. Dull. Like, what, I make billions of dollars every year for the rest of my life, doing absolutely nothing to earn it, and then I just die? What kind of life is that?”

You turn so that you can face him. “I didn’t know that was on your mind.”

Roman gives a mirthless laugh, bringing your hand to his shoulder. Vaguely aware of what he wants, you rub absently. “I didn’t, either. I don’t know.” His fingers trace over the back of your hand, still staring out the windshield rather than holding your gaze. “You make me feel all of these new things. I’m thinking about so much more, now that I’m taking you seriously.”

“You weren’t taking me serious before?” you ask playfully, trying to lighten the mood. You lean over the center console, using your hand on his shoulder to keep you steady, pressing a hot kiss to his jaw. “In the end, don’t do anything you don’t want to. Life’s not worth it if you’re not happy.”

You step out of the car, and Roman’s not far behind you. “You know,” he begins once you’re both safely inside the apartment, “I have no idea what we’re supposed to do.”

His coat gets tossed into the hallway closet, yours not far behind after he coaxes it off of you. “We’ll just do what we can.”

“You’re not very reassuring,” he mutters, shutting the closet door and pushing past you into the kitchen. You follow, reaching for his shoulders from behind him once he stops at the kitchen counter. He drops his face into his hands, somehow both tensing and relaxing at your touch.

“Roman.” Your thumbs glide over his shoulder blades, and he doesn’t respond. “What’s the actual problem here? We can talk. I’m here for you.”

“He’s my dad, Y/N. In the end he’s still my dad.” You gently knead his shoulders in an attempt to soothe him. He still doesn’t turn to face you. “Which is why it hurts so fuckin’ bad.”

“Tell me what hurts, Roman. We’ll fix it, I’ll fix it.”

“I want… I want him to love me like I love him. But I know-” he chokes on his words, and you realize he’s crying. You falter for barely a moment when he abruptly turns and buries his face into the crook of your neck, wrapping his arms around your back. You feel his tears trickling onto your collarbone, and you feel a twisting in your chest. You cradle the back of his head with one of your hands, the other going to the small of his back. “But I know it’ll never happen.” His grip tightens on you before he continues. “Yeah, that shit with you, and Gerri, and CEO… it sounds so fucking good, but Y/N, when I fucking dreamed of it, the only reason it ever mattered was that it was him. He wanted me there, he thought I was the best. But it was all just a dream, anyway. It doesn’t fucking matter if that’s not how it goes.”

He sobs into your shoulder, and you don’t move. You keep holding him. You’ll hold him until he lets go. You hope he doesn’t.

“We’ll figure something else out, then. It’s okay, Roman, it’s okay.” You press a tentative kiss to the side of his head. “You’re getting yourself worked up. We can talk about this later, yeah?” He pulls away to look at you, waterline still glistening. You cup his face with your hands, thumbing away the stray tears on his cheeks and under his eyes. “Wanna watch that show I was talking about the other day? Make you feel better, take your mind off things?”

He takes a deep, controlling breath, calming himself. “I know a better way we can get me to feel good,” he murmurs, not wasting any more time, taking you by the jaw and pulling your mouth to his. If your first few kisses were careful, arguably sweet, this one was reckless. Roman kisses you without abandon, mushing your lips against his. For the first time, he’s needy, he’s greedy, he’s fucking desperate. Messily, he’d turned the two of you so that your back was to the counter. “Up,” he utters, mouth barely leaving yours. He reaches behind you, barely gesturing at the counter top.

Vaguely, you register, and you brace your hands on his chest and jump, managing to land where he wants you. The counter isn’t that high up- it wasn’t a struggle. Immediately, he’s pressed up against you, hands sliding down your legs to loop them around the part of his torso they are dangling by. While your hands go to cup his face, his slide back up your clothing to settle on your hips.

You kiss him again, and again, and again. The only thing you can hear is the blood rushing through your ears and the soft noises of your lips on his. You pepper kisses onto his lips, and he makes quiet, contented noises. He’s completely relaxed. He’s letting you do whatever the fuck you want.

“Feeling better?” you ask into his mouth before kissing him again, long and deep, fingers digging deeper into his skin.

He groans in response, the vibration against your lips spine-tingling. “So much fucking better.” He pulls his mouth from yours, to your disappointment, and the both of you are panting, vying for air. He doesn’t pull away entirely, instead leaning back in to dot kisses to the corners of your mouth, then down your chin, down your neck. “You look fucking gorgeous from this angle. A fucking goddess among men.”

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When the morning arrives, the two of you are tangled together, your head nestled into his chest, his head atop yours. His arms are wound tightly around you, keeping you flush against him in a refusal to let go. When you wake up, all you can smell is the faint scent of his aftershave from the night before. You never want this to end.

You don’t open your eyes, trying to get even closer to him. You barely rub your cheek against his chest in an attempt to burrow into him. Roman murmurs softly in his sleep, shifting, bringing you with him and pressing his nose into your neck.

His breath fans over your skin, deliciously warm, sweetly soothing. You bring your hand to his cheek, gently stroking, admiring his peace-laden face.

You spend the next half hour like this, just looking at him, reflecting.

Your fiancé. Your Roman.

You’d never expect, in a million years, that this would be how you ended up. You let your fingers trace calming patterns into the crook of his jaw, and he’s practically purring. You savor these fleeting moments, this peace.

It’s like a dream. Everything is in slow motion, and you can feel everything before it happens. You know you’re going to fall for him. You’re going to fall so fucking hard. You’ll scrape your face on the pavement, skid your knees, bleed for him.

Also like a dream is the looming sense of doom. The feeling that you’re grasping at straws, waiting for everything to suddenly slip away. Because you know it will. You know, whatever path you take, it intersects with Logan Roy’s, and there’s quite the conflict in the distance.

Roman grunts from under you, shifting so that you’re laying on the bed rather than him. “Fuckin’ tryna kill me,” he mumbles into your neck. Despite his words, you can feel him smiling into your skin.

“I want all that money of yours,” you tease back, letting him drape an arm over your torso, readjusting so that his face is buried in your chest.

“Mm, don’t act like you don’t already own everything that I do,” he says, sleep still playing with his voice. “God, you could tell me you wanted to live in the White House and I’d blow all my money renting it out for you.”

You laugh airily, and before you know it, you’re both up and about, getting ready for work.

“I forgot to tell you,” he calls from across the apartment, him in the kitchen, you digging around in your closet. “The shareholder thing. Looks like Dad’s trying to rally the troops. He has all the old-timers questioning everything Ken does.”

“Anything from Marcia?” you shout back, finding the outfit you were hunting for.

“She agreed to meet at the firm. Also, I heard from that pompous piece of googly-eyed garbage that Connor’s already had a lawsuit processed. He goes to court in a month or something.”

You stroll out into the living room, watching Roman muck about the kitchen, making breakfast. It smells good, at least, and you can tell he’s melting cheese over eggs while he scrambles them. “Are you talking about Pierce, or Greg?”

“Pierce. I don’t think Greg is that bad…”

You snort, rounding the counter to give him a kiss on the cheek. “Whatever you say.” He turns to briefly smack a kiss onto your cheek in return before getting back to his eggs. "Hopefully your daddy makes a scene.”

“Never refer to him like that again.”

At the firm, you decide that you’re going to pretend to keep working on Connor’s case. You’re itching for shit to hit the fan, to see Logan step in. As far as you know, everything is in place, and you’re getting closer to catching him red handed.

On your office phone’s intercom, your assistant buzzes to get your attention. “Siobhan is here.”

“Send her in, Cherry, thank you!”

When Shiv’s sat across from you, dressed in a power suit, she’s distracted. “I didn’t know you employed solely pretty people.” She gestures at you, then looks back at Cherry’s desk.

You laugh. “I do my best.” You absentmindedly click a pen, turning some thoughts over in your head. “So how are we going to play this?”

Shiv relaxes a bit in her seat, regarding you carefully. “I say we go for the jugular. There’s no reason to go easy.”

You lift a shoulder in a half shrug. “It’s your call.”

Another buzz. “She’s here.”

“Put her in Conference Room C. Love you lots, Cherry.”

Shiv flushes slightly. “Her name is Cherry?”

You shoo her out of her office before she can continue the conversation, and the two of you make your way down the hall. You see her through the glass before you get to the conference room. Marcia sits, hands folded primly in her lap, lips pressed into a thin line. You sit yourself in the chair directly across from her, Shiv following, settling in beside you. She wears a steely expression, her face devoid of emotion.

“Is it really so bad, just telling Dad you don’t want him anymore?” she asks Marcia, leaning back into her chair.

“That is not the topic of today’s conversation,” Marcia manages back, tone icy.

“Before we get to that,” you tell her, “you’re going to have to swear a few oaths. You’re Catholic, aren’t you, Mrs. Roy?”

She nods, hesitant. You reach under the conference table, where a small storage container is attached, and pull out a Bible. You stand, round the table, and make her set her hand on the holy book.

You swear her in, and you’re back in your seat next to Shiv. You fiddle with your pen, as does Shiv with hers. Your notepads are set before you both, at the ready to take notes.

“Just so you remember,” Shiv drawls, “if we find out anything you say here is untrue, you’re in deep shit.”

“Let’s start out easy, light.” You cross your ankles over each other, keeping your eyes on Marcia. “How long have you and your… new friend been seeing each other?”

She sighs, lips pursed. “A little over a year now.”

Shiv’s lips press together, keeping whatever comment she had lined up to herself. Instead, she asks, “What are you aware of, if anything, that my father has done that isn’t… to your taste?”

Marcia takes a moment to respond. “Bribes. Threats. What’s new?”

“You’re going to need to be a bit more specific,” Shiv replies quickly, pen poised over paper.

“Well,” Marcia says, drawing the word out, “he’s had private meetings. With investors, with accountants, with employees. He always has something to hold over them. There is always some hidden record, some bastard child, to bring them to him.”

“And if we were to ask you to remember who some of these people were, would you be able to come up with names?” you ask carefully, glancing down at your empty notepad then back up at Marcia.

“Yes, I’m sure I could.”

You and Shiv both jot things down.

Shiv opens her mouth to continue, but Marcia beats her to it. “There is something important you should know.”

“By all means,” you say, trying to be encouraging.

“I have come to know your first case quite well,” she tells you, averting her gaze. “It is a shame, what happened to you.” You and Shiv exchange a glance. “But despite all of the theatrics my husband enjoys, what he’s presented to you still is not the full truth.” She takes a moment, formulating her next sentences. “It was not Connor committing the fraud. It was Logan. He manufactured evidence, he framed his son, and I… I’m fairly sure the poor boy thinks he committed the crime.”

The room is dead silent for what seems like ages. You don’t know where to look. Your eyes flit from Marcia, who seems to be contemplating something in her head, to Shiv, who looks just as confused, just as off put as you do.

Marcia seems to decide something, then continues speaking. “I have had enough of the drama. I will testify in court against my husband if you help me turn our relationship into a thing of the past.”

You throw Shiv a triumphant look before turning back to Marcia.

“That sounds like quite the respectable deal.”

[otakusheep15]

Ranking Hazbin Hotel Songs (S1)

I’m seeing people do this on TT, but I don’t like posting on there, so I’m posting my list here instead. Obvious warning, but these are my own personal opinions. I think all of the songs are absolute bangers, but there are some that are better than others, so keep that in mind.

16. Welcome to Heaven

Pretty much the general fandom consensus. It’s not a bad song, and I like Darren Criss as a singer, but it’s too short and doesn’t do a whole lot for the plot.

15. Finale

This might be a pretty hot take, but I’m not that big of a fan of the finale. There are some parts that I like individually, but as a whole song, it doesn’t do it for me. It’s still good though.

14. Hell’s Greatest Dad

I think this one is the one that’s gonna upset a lot of people, but I really don’t vibe with this one. No, it has nothing to do with Mimzy. In fact, I actually like her a lot, but that’s besides the point. I’m not a huge fan of talk singing, and that’s what both of Alestor’s songs are, so they aren’t going to be very high. Not even Jeremy Jordan can save this song.

13. Stayed Gone

Again, I’m just not big on talk singing. I like this one just a bit more because I like Christian Borle’s voice as a talk-singer just a bit more than Jeremy Jordan.

12. More Than Anything (Reprise)

This is a really cute song! I wish we had more Chaggie moments in the show, but I’m glad we got this. It would be much higher, but I don’t like how short it is.

11. It Starts With Sorry

Idk why so many people hate this song. It’s so cute! Charlie’s voice is so good, and I like the lesson Sir Pentious learns. It gives off children’s show song, but in a very good way.

10. Out for Love

Carmilla my beloved! I am obsessed with her. I like how she taught Vaggie in this song. Again, my only real problem with it is how short it is. Idk why they made some of their best songs so short, but I need a longer version.

9. Happy Day in Hell

I am a big fan of introduction songs in musicals, and this is a perfect example of why. It’s a nice way to see Hell, especially through the optimism of someone like Charlie. It’s silly and upbeat, and I like that a lot.

8. Poison

I love this song so much! Blake Roman did such a fantastic job with his performance as Angel. I’m not usually a big fan of this particular type of pop, which is why I have it a bit lower, but I think it fits well with what they were going for in writing this song. It’s absolutely perfect.

7. Whatever it Takes

I need these two to have another duet at some point. Their voices fit so well together. Both of their individual parts are also very solid. All around just a good song.

6. You Didn’t Know

I blast this song at least once a day. My fave part is Lute, and I wish we got more of her singing voice this season. Jessica Vosk is so talented, so I hope we get more in season two. Obviously, Charlie and Emily’s part is also amazing, and I like Sera’s parts as well.

5. Hell is Forever

Ah yes, my favorite Christian rock song. Seriously though, this song is so good. It’s most similar to the actual kind of music I listen to, so of course it’d be pretty high on this list. It’s a good intro to Adam and the angels in general, and it slaps.

4. Respectless

Velvette might actually be one of my favorite characters. She, for sure, has my favorite design of any character, and she might have my favorite female voice as well (tied with Lute). Also, she was so real for what she said to Carmilla. Her voice is just very fun to listen to.

3. More than Anything

Jeremy Jordan is the reason I live and breathe. His voice is literal honey. He and Erika Henningsen harmonizing has brought new meaning into my life. I may not have daddy issues, but I think this song healed them anyway. It’s so cute.

2. Ready for This

I’m a sucker for a good rally song, and this is exactly that. Cannibal Town is also my favorite location of any place we’ve seen, both in Hazbin and Hellava Boss, and I adore Rosie. The cannibals were very funny in this number, and I like that Charlie was able to gain some confidence.

1. Loser, Baby

I’m officially changing my brand to the #1 Huskerdust shipper ever. I’m so obsessed with them. This episode is tied for my favorite with Hello, Rosie! Keith David needs another song immediately, and so does Blake Roman. They sound so good together, and I can’t wait to hear more of them!

[mymultiverse00]

Detention

It was a quiet Friday afternoon in Volterra Castle, and as Marcus signed his name on the day’s last edict, he couldn’t help but smile. Friday meant the end of the work week under the new Volturi work/life balance guidelines, instituted five years ago by his beautiful mate, Y/N, thank you very much, and it also meant the end of the school week. Marcus always looked forward to Friday, now that he was a father, as he could not wait to spend the weekend doing normal human activities with his wonderful wife and darling daughter. They had been with him for just under a decade now, and every second spent with them filled in the cracks from a millennium of hurts, and he cherished every single one.

He looked down at his watch with a small frown, noticing the hour was later than normal, but it was quickly erased as the air around him shifted, and the light, airy scent of oranges and vanilla filled his senses. His daughter had just arrived home from school, and as was her custom, she was making her way to the King’s study to greet her father and uncles. She was moving quickly - too quickly - he thought, and suddenly he had a feeling that something wasn’t right. The intensity of the feeling actually scared him a little, and he had just risen from his chair to go meet her when he heard his daughter arrive.

Wham!! The door to the study was flung open heavily, causing it to bounce off the wall behind it. He could see his daughter was extremely angry, and her eyes blazed with rage.

“Uncle Aro!” She shouted, her eyes scanning the room in fury. “Where are you?”

Marcus looked to his right, noticing that his brother had indeed abandoned his desk, and was forced to hold back a smile as the man in question casually reentered the room from the adjoining balcony. Aro was doing his best to appear surprised to see the girl, but Marcus knew better than to believe the act.

“Ah, principessa! You are home!” Aro enthused, greeting the girl with a wide, happy smile. “How was your day?”

“You know how it was, Uncle,” she hissed. “You promised you would stop doing that!”

“Doing what, my heart?” Marcus asked, coming to stand next to his daughter, offering her a careful hug. “What has Aro done?”

The girl sighed, leaning heavily into her father’s embrace. “He helped me with my homework again!”

“Aro!” Marcus chided. “We’ve discussed this, brother.”

Aro said nothing for a moment, looking down to brush an imaginary piece of lint away from his jacket. “I had to do it darling, your essay was incomplete. I was only thinking of your grades,” he explained.

“Incomplete!!” The girl screeched. “It was fine before you tampered with it!”

“There, there, little mouse.” Marcus patted his daughter’s back in a comforting gesture. “Do you have the essay with you? May I see it?”

She nodded, untangling herself from their hug, and reached down into her discarded backpack. “Here. Read it, and you’ll see, Daddy.”

He took the papers from her hand and moved back over to his desk, turning on his reading lamp as he took a seat. He read aloud to the room.

Julius Caesar was a Roman general and statesman. A member of the First Triumvirate, Caesar led the Roman armies in the Gallic Wars before defeating his political rival Pompey in a civil war.

“A fine start, darling, well done.” Marcus praised her.

“Skip down to the last paragraph, Daddy. That’s where you see a last minute edit someone added.” She glared at Aro as she spoke.

Marcus looked down again and flipped to the last page of the report, focusing on the final lines, mysteriously written in flourishing red ink. The penmanship was familiar to Marcus. After having to read it for the last several thousand years, he would recognize it anywhere. He grimaced and read aloud again.

In conclusion, Julius Caesar was a pompous bastard who got what he deserved. He was an uncultured swine and a blight on society. Shakespeare’s play is nothing but gross exaggeration and, frankly, not worth the paper it’s printed on. The Italian school system needs to do better.

“Aro!” Marcus scolded, setting down the paper and giving the dark-haired man a disapproving look. “Shame on you, brother.”

“What?” Aro questioned. “Tell me which part of my statement is untrue, Marcus. You hated that asshole as much as I did!”

“Maybe so, but you cannot put those things in her homework. What will the teacher think?”

“She’ll think I’m being insolent and give me detention, that’s what!” The girl cried. “I had to write lines about not using inappropriate language in my reports and I have to read Romeo and Juliet as extra homework now!”

“Ah! How delightful!” Aro rejoiced, clapping his hands in excitement. “Now the Montague family, there was a family that understood diplomacy!”

“Daddy! Please make him stop!” The girl begged her father. “Tell him he can’t help me with my homework anymore, please?”

“Aro, brother, I have to agree. As much as you want to share your first-hand knowledge of historical events with our princess, you cannot do so by changing her homework. I want you to give your word; you won’t tamper with her work again.”

Aro considered Marcus’s words for a moment, looking into his niece’s pleading eyes before silently acquiescing. “I am sorry, little dove. I should not have changed your paper and I will not do it again. I was only trying to help, but I can see my help was not needed. Forgive me?”

The girl smiled at Aro, moving to his side to embrace him in a hug. “I forgive you, Uncle. And I’m sorry I shouted at you. I was just upset about getting detention.”

“Well, I’ll find a way to make it up to you eventually, love. “Do you want me to have your teacher killed?” He asked innocently.

“Aro!” Marcus scolded. “You will do no such thing!”

“We can discuss it later,” Aro whispered to the girl, smiling at the giggles spilling from her lips.

“Ok, Uncle Aro.” She kissed his cheek and then crossed back to her father to do the same for him. “I’ve got to go talk to Mama about our plans for the weekend, so I’ll see you two later. Love you!” She called as she darted out of the room, backpack in hand.

Marcus shook his head as he returned to his desk, packing away his books and ledgers, chuckling all the while. He looked over at his brother and gave him a wry smile. “He was a pompous bastard, Aro. You were right about that.”

“Of course I was, Marcus. Wait until she sees what I wrote in her report about Henry VIII.”

The End

[kenromewound]

i wanna hear those theories 🤔

I added to the tags, didn't mean to sound mysterious lol I'm sure it's nothing original because, to me, it seems obvious although I'm a shipper so-

I think that Mencken was a bit of a "fluffer" in this case, meaning that member of staff in a porn film that helps keeping an actor "interested" lol But I mean it generally, from episode 4 to episode 9, and not just in the literal sense of being horny but in building his motivation and (over)confidence. Which led him to make terrible decisions and be a jerk (very successful in crowning his President-elect, the only thing he did "right") until he was in-humanely put down by daddy dom himself after the eulogy.

We know he was working with Mencken and his team on the side, it's already been remarked by other people (I remember @sunflowerdigs was awfully frustrated during the season by Justin Kirk's absence in each episode, and I reblogged a great post about this just yesterday) that it would have helped a lot to see how Mencken was keeping him hooked with the flirtation and the daddy-isms because it's obvious that "the sex thing" has always been central to Roman's character and I can't understand why they wrote it in the final season, they filmed the scenes and then they decided to cut them out? Leaving him only with dog pound. It's certainly a choice, but I can't say I'm fully behind it.

To sum it up: a powerful guy he admired and was attracted to was flirting with him, so he was making him feel really hot and of course aroused, which in turn made him able to perform to a point. But he was never completely attracted to Tabs because Tabs isn't an authority figure, which is what Roman is into. Some rubbing? Sure, he can be hard, that was easy for him at the time. But an orgasm without a punishing hand, no way.

Anyway sorry if the phrasing is poor and chaotic lol I'm in between tasks :(

[greywoodrpg]

𝕒𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕓𝕒𝕦𝕕𝕖𝕝𝕒𝕚𝕣𝕖

he was born thirty years ago, is a werewolf and lives in white oaks as a carpenter, and is in no pack. he looks an awful lot like reilly dolman.

“I’ve made my mind a sunless place… I share my dreams with ghosts.”

tw: addiction, alcoholism, death

It seems a universal truth that families are complicated, but for the Baudelaires ‘complicated’ was never even the half of it. Asher doesn’t look back fondly on his childhood; it is fraught with contradicting memories–spatterings of artificial normalcy punctuated by the glaring absence of the ‘hero’ father his older brother worshipped, the same man his beloved mother used to cry herself to sleep over in an empty bed most nights–the stuff of grade A organic daddy issues. There were happy times, of course–there always are–but as Roman’s service to the country pulled him away more and more often those became fewer and further between. Even when distance was no longer a hurdle, the drug and alcohol fueled downward spiral on which Roman relied as he attempted to weather his trauma and adjust to civilian life left little room for nurturing relationships with his children, and Asher more so than the others struggled to bond with the man. The dad Asher and his siblings had known from better days was gone, replaced by a broken one with a whiskey bottle in his hand. He was a mama’s boy through and through; one with little patience or forgiveness in his heart for the angry, drunk stranger in the house. His parents eventual divorce was a blessing. While his mother never would say what the final straw was, something about her was different after that night, and Asher drew his own conclusions…they were not generous ones. For a time things got better. Carina found love again with a good man who was kind to her children and happy to fill the void Roman had left as a husband and a father. Asher and his stepfather connected in a way that he never could with his own dad, and for the first time in ages he had a taste of what a happy family was supposed to feel like. It was short lived. Tragedy took it all away in an instant.

Asher was devastated, and gutted by his grief surrendered to the same poisons he had spent his whole childhood hating his own father for turning to in his darkest hours. A propensity for addiction, as it turns out, runs in the family. Though a promising student and athlete with a bright future ahead of him, he soon dropped out of school and began taking up odd jobs and construction work around town to support his habits. Despite his struggles, Asher was still functional enough on the job sites to catch the attention of one of the master carpenters who soon convinced the young man to sign on as his helper and apprentice. It turned out to be a saving grace; steady work and invaluable skills were only the beginning. Asher had a real talent for the craft, and a mentor who genuinely wished to see him succeed. In a few short years–and thanks in no small part to the support of his siblings–he managed to get his substance abuse under control, while simultaneously building a reputation for himself as a tradesman. Renovation projects and prime work in some of Greywood’s most affluent neighborhoods were continuously flowing his way, and Asher’s life seemed to be getting back on track.

That proverbial train derailed in spectacular fashion one fateful night when Asher was working late on a secluded cabin-build far in the rural outskirts of town. The last of the crew to leave, he’d been packing up his truck, music blaring though his headphones as usual. He never even saw it coming. What Asher remembers of the attack is mostly a blur, but one thing is clear in his mind: The face staring back at him when he regained consciousness was Roman’s. It had been an accident, his father swore. Asher wasn’t certain what to believe, but keeping the secret seemed in everyone’s best interests; after all, families are complicated. In the subsequent months everything began to unravel. Like his father, Asher had been infected with lycanthropy…and like his father, he sought comfort in the bottom of a bottle. Sobriety went out the window with the first full moon, much to the chagrin and disappointment of the people in his life who had worked so hard to help him attain it the first time around. Ironically, there is only one person in Asher’s family who could truly understand what he is going through. That has been perhaps the most bitter pill to swallow about the whole ordeal.

Existence as a werewolf has been a rough adjustment, and unlike many of his brethren Asher has not embraced what he has become. He keeps to himself in that regard, intentionally avoiding the known pack gathering places in town, and shifting in solitude on full moons as far from civilization as he can manage. Asher lives in a fixer-upper he hasn’t quite gotten around to fixing up in the working class White Oaks neighborhood, and his ongoing struggles with alcoholism and substance abuse have been a noticeable drag on his once thriving carpentry business. Anger, bitterness, depression, and grief have whittled away much of the person Asher used to be; or perhaps they have only revealed what he has truly been all along. Asher Baudelaire finds himself becoming more his father’s son every day, though what that ultimately means for them both remains to be seen.

“what power did he attain when settling in greywood?”

Greywood bestowed upon Asher a constant companion of sorts…for better or worse. Asher calls her “Fig”; for what he perceives to be a figment of his imagination. After all, he is the only one who can see her, or hear her on those rare occasions she deigns to speak. She appears to him as a teenaged girl and is always with him–always–day and night, haunting every waking moment and his dreams as well; an inescapable presence. It’s enough to make a man believe he’s going mad. For the most part Fig communicates non-verbally with Asher, though she has been known to use words sparingly. She cannot touch or be touched, or otherwise manipulate the physical world, but she knows the truth in people’s hearts and will usually convey her approval/disapproval for him. It isn’t uncommon for residents of Greywood to find Asher seemingly carrying on a one-sided conversation with himself, which is a fair assumption given that he has only told a few trusted confidants about Fig. He frequently becomes frustrated with her presence and wishes she would leave him alone.

penned by... chell

[narumi-gens]

Take What's Yours

Zen'in Naoya x Reader

summary: Succession!AU where Naoya is the spoiled heir to the Zen'in Co. empire and you, Zen'in Co.'s general counsel, are forced to babysit.

warnings: 18+ minors dni, inappropriate workplace relationships/dynamics and a hostile work environment (obviously. it's a Succession!AU and it's Naoya), enemies with benefits, misogyny, femdom, degradation, humiliation, dirty talk, spit kink 😛, masturbation (m), filming/pictures, face slapping, Naoya being Naoya, someone should really call HR

notes: Succession comes back in a couple of weeks and all I can think about is Naoya as Roman and you as Gerri. Also, "take what's yours" was the tagline for season 1 lmao

words: 3.5k

You didn't graduate top of your class from the most prestigious law school in Japan and earn your fearsome reputation as one of the most ruthless sharks currently working in corporate law just to play babysitter to a man your fucking age as he throws a temper tantrum like a toddler.

And yet here you are, forced to listen as Naoya rants about how he thinks Naobito has been showing too much interest in "that Megumi brat."

Even though the entire floor has already gone home and you've been trying to get your work done for hours, Naoya is still sprawled out across the couch in your office as he continues to seethe over how "this company's mine by fuckin' birthright."

But when he starts to go on about how "things're gonna look a lot fuckin' different once I'm the one makin' all the decisions around here" for the third time, you lose your patience.

You furiously stand up from your chair and lift the heavy binder laid out in front of you before slamming it back onto your desk. And that finally gets him to shut up.

"Get the fuck out of my office, you whiny, useless piece of shit!" you fume. Very slowly, Naoya sits up on your couch, his crisp white button-down looking annoyingly unwrinkled despite all of the lazing around he's been doing. "No one, least of all me, wants to hear you complaining about how you're not daddy's favorite anymore."

Even in the low light of your office, illuminated only by a desk lamp and the bright screen of your computer, you can see how his eyes flash. But you've gone up against Kamo Inc. in court and won. You've overseen buyouts and hostile takeovers of companies who dared to cross Zen'in Co.

You're not scared of Zen’in Naoya.

"Ya got any idea who yer talkin' to, doll?" he asks, his voice low.

And you just fucking laugh. And laugh. And laugh.

Because really? Really?

"Do I know who I'm talking to?" you mock when your laughter finally begins to subside, something sharper, deadlier, replacing the mirth on your face. "I'm talking to an arrogant and pathetic man-child who’s never had to work a day in his life and only got where he is because of his family name.”

With each word, you take a step towards him, rounding your desk as you close the distance until a few feet separate the two of you. You’re close enough now that you can see the way his jaw is clenched.

“You wanna know why your father is looking at replacing you as the heir to his empire?” you ask casually and his gaze narrows but he remains silent. “It’s because you’re nothing but a little rich boy who doesn’t use what little brains he has before acting.”

His hands curl tightly into fists in his lap, the fury beginning to roll off of him in waves. But you can also see something else starting to appear in his eyes — something excited. And it just spurs you on.

“If Naobito leaves his legacy to you, it won’t be long before it starts to crumble.”

His shoulders are rising and falling more quickly as his breathing picks up. It would be easy to assume it’s solely because he’s angry. But you’re smarter than that. You’re sharper than that.

“I’m yer fuckin’ boss, bitch,” he finally manages to growl and you just scoff with a roll of your eyes at his attempt to threaten you. You cross your arms over your chest and cock out your hip as you return to looking at him dismissively.

“Go home, Naoya,” you tell him, your voice dripping with a mixture of disdain and condescension. “Go home and sit down in front of a fucking mirror and jerk off to your own reflection since you’re so fucking high on your own over-inflated ego. The real adults have work to do.”

He gives you a long, dark look, holding your gaze as your words hang in the air. But then the corners of his lips curl upwards into the arrogant smirk that you’re annoyingly familiar with. He relaxes against the back of your couch and folds his hands behind his head, looking the perfect picture of nonchalance with the top button of his shirt undone and his sleeves rolled up, leaving his forearms exposed.

He chuckles and the sound only irks you.

“Go home? Why would I need to go home? In case yer too blind to see it, Zen’in is written across the fuckin’ building. I own this place.”

He then pauses to take in his surroundings, his eyes roving over the interior of your office from its glass walls to your wide view of the Tokyo skyline at night to the full yet neatly arranged bookshelves. After a few moments, his eyes land back on you. When you raise an unamused eyebrow, his smirk grows.

“Y’know, maybe I’ll just jerk off right here in yer office,” he shrugs and opens his legs — already spread apart in a textbook example of manspreading — even wider, like he’s trying to emphasize his crass words. “Maybe I’ll come all over yer carpet so that ya gotta look at it every time yer in here. And maybe I’ll make ya just stand there and fuckin’ watch while I do it, sweetheart.”

But you’ve had enough. This is just another one of his temper tantrums.

“Go ahead. I’m the youngest general counsel in this company’s history. My job is to protect the company by providing legal cover for all the sick shit your family gets up to.” You clearly spell it out for him like the idiot he is.

You give him a once-over with your eyes, visibly unimpressed with what you see. However, with his legs obscenely spread so fucking wide, it’s impossible to miss the bulge in his crotch.

You’re not surprised that he’s hard, not with the way he’s looking at you. Nor are you surprised by how shamelessly he’s displaying his erection. Naoya’s always felt the need to “prove” his masculinity, like a dog peeing all over its territory.

All of it only fuels your disgust for the man who’s more than old enough to know better.

“Do you really think you can scare me into submission like one of your spineless lackeys just by threatening to wave around your dick?” you continue, making no attempt to hide your skepticism. “I’ve seen much worse than some spoiled brat getting cum stains all over his Armani pants.”

“They’re Tom Ford,” he’s quick to smugly reply, seemingly pleased that he gets to be the one to correct you. Your response is a look of boredom. “And are ya really sure about that?”

He drops his hands from behind his head to let one rest on his belt buckle while the other cups the bulge in his pants, grinning up at you as he gives it a squeeze.

“I fucking dare you,” you hiss, a look of pure ice on your face.

The tension is thick as your gazes remain locked on one another’s, each of you waiting to see who will give in first in this game of chicken that you’ve found yourselves in the middle of. But neither of you have ever been the type to back down.

So, when Naoya begins to unbuckle his belt, it’s honestly to be expected. But as the sound of his belt buckle being undone clinks in your ears, followed by the sound of him unzipping his pants, you can’t help the shock that washes over you.

He’s actually going to go through with it.

You can’t do anything other than let out a short laugh of disbelief, a wide smile on your lips.

“You’re really doing it, aren’t you?” you ask, incredulity coloring the clearly rhetorical question as he pulls his cock from his designer slacks and brazenly begins to stroke it in front of you.

Your astonishment only lasts for another moment before you’re able to brush it off, pushing it deep down alongside the arousal that threatens to shoot through you as you watch Naoya spit into his hand to make the glide of his palm on his shaft all the smoother.

“Do you really think masturbating on the couch in my office and making a mess like a little boy who can’t clean up after himself is a way to assert your dominance?” you scoff, the smile on your lips turning cruel. “Are you that stupid? Do you really think you’re in charge here?”

Normally, Naoya would respond by lashing out, throwing insult after insult your way about how “yer place ain’t in the fuckin’ board room, it’s in the bedroom on yer knees,” before giving you a greasy smile and offering to replace “the stick up yer ass with somethin’ a lot bigger, doll.”

But right now, all you can hear is the wet sound of his spit-slicked hand pumping his dick, his labored breathing, the sound of his belt clinking with each movement, and the little grunts he lets out each time he circles the tip of his cock with his thumb.

“This is why no one takes you seriously, you fucking pig,” you tell him dismissively.

You then pry your eyes away from the show playing out before you. Doing so takes much more effort than you would ever admit and you know you hide it well because a soft little moan escapes him when he sees that your attention is no longer solely focused on him.

Instead, you’re looking out of the glass walls that look out at the rest of the floor’s empty office space. It’s dark, only a few fluorescent ceiling lights remain on. It looks like the two of you are the only people left on this floor — not a surprise considering hate late Naoya’s kept you, first with his whining and now with his impromptu show.

When you finally look back at him, it’s with a soft snort and a look of disgust.

“For fuck’s sake, what do think the board, your family, your father, would say if they knew about this?” The question should bring him to his senses and snap him out of whatever trance he’s fallen into. But as always, you know better. You get paid a frankly obscene salary to know better.

“All it takes is one security guard on his rounds or one janitor coming by to empty the trash,” you point out. “And then everyone would know. They would all know that you’re just a sick fucking pig who thinks with his cock.”

His eyes have lost their anger, but none of their heat. His annoyingly handsome face is flushed and he’s biting down hard on his bottom lip. You assume that he’s doing so to keep himself from moaning, but it does nothing to prevent the low grunts and soft whimpers that escape him.

All the while, his hand never once ceases in its movements.

“Maybe I’ll cut out the middle man and just let them know myself,” you shrug before casually pulling your phone out of your pocket and holding it up to thoughtfully look at it. “If just a single picture falls into the wrong hands then you can kiss any delusions you have about being named CEO goodbye.”

You look back to Naoya just in time to see the way his hips jerk up from the couch in excitement, a desperate little, “fuck,” leaving his lips. You’re careful to maintain your apathetic facade as you open the camera on your phone and point it directly at him.

“Well, Naoya?” you prompt, your thumb hovering over the record button. “Feel like taking a risk tonight?”

Just as you expected, Naoya begins to nod wildly without even taking a moment to consider the consequences of what he’s so eagerly agreeing to. It probably has something to do with the way his cock is leaking into his hand as he quickens its pace.

But it’s all the consent you need to hit record. You glance down to ensure that he’s perfectly framed on your screen before returning your attention to him.

Only for a dangerous look to pass over your face when you look back up to see that he’s closed his eyes and dropped his head to rest against the back of the couch.

“No,” you’re quick to scold, the single word sharp and heated enough to make his hand come to an immediate halt. His chest is heaving as he raggedly pants for air. “Eyes on me.”

He takes a minute, seemingly letting your words sink in before his eyes slowly open. You see his Adam’s apple bob in his throat as he swallows. And then finally, he lifts his head back up and brings his gaze back to yours.

“Look at that. You do know how to be a good boy and do as you’re fucking told,” you muse and the praise, even when it’s dripping in condescension — or more likely because it’s dripping in condescension — is enough to make him whimper. But still, he remains frozen, his hand wrapped around his cock and doing nothing more as his eyes stay on yours. “Well? You’re wasting my very expensive time.”

Now that he has your permission, his hand begins to move again, its pace bordering on frantic as it moves up and down his shaft.

“I’ve always known you were pathetic but this a new low for you, isn’t it?” When he doesn’t reply, you raise an expectant eyebrow and your voice is colder when you urge him to answer. “Isn’t it?”

“Y-yeah,” he rasps but it’s still not good enough for you.

“Tell me how pathetic you are,” you demand. There’s a line of tension in his shoulders and around his eyes that lets you know it won’t be much longer before he comes.

“F-fuckin’ pathetic. I’m, nn, fuckin’ pathetic,” he grunts, his words emphasized by the unintentional whine that comes from the back of his throat. There’s a desperate look in his eyes as he wordlessly pleads with you. “G-gonna come. Shit. Oh, fuck! G-gonna, gonna fuckin’ come.”

You know what he’s asking for, even if he’s still too proud to say it aloud. He’s asking for your permission to come.

But you’ve never been one for mercy. Not in your work. Not in your personal life. And certainly not when it comes to Zen’in fucking Naoya.

You look down at your phone screen and hit the button to stop recording, putting it away before casually crossing your arms over your chest.

“Hold out your hand,” you order him and when he holds out the one not furiously pumping his cock, you roll your eyes. “The other hand.”

It looks like it physically pains him to do as you ask and take his hand off his dick, but he does it. Slowly, he outstretches the hand coated in the rivulets of his pre-cum towards you with his palm facing up.

You move closer and lean in just slightly so that when you purse your lips and let your spit slowly drip straight down, it falls directly into the center of his palm and forms a pool. When you’re done, you lick your lips clean and step back to your original spot, only to find that Naoya now looks crazed.

His eyes are darting back and forth between your lips and the small puddle of your spit in his hand. You glance down at his cock and it’s so hard and red in his lap, a trail of his pre-cum leaking right down the vein that runs along the bottom of his shaft, that it looks like all it would take for him to come is a soft breeze.

You allow yourself another moment to revel in the sight before you wave a dismissive hand.

“Well? Continue,” you tell him and he finally meets your gaze again to see you giving him an impatient look as you wait for him to do as he’s told. “Unless you want to keep wasting my time?”

Your tone promises something unpleasant if he does anything other than immediately comply. He takes one last look at the image of your spit in his hand before wrapping it back around his cock.

It takes every ounce of self-control you have to keep from shifting where you stand as the fabric of your underwear clings uncomfortably to your soaked folds. It’s been a while since you’ve been this turned on, not that you would ever dare admit it.

But seeing Zen’in Naoya, entitled piece of shit and bane of your fucking existence, on the verge of coming and with his cock coated in your saliva is something that you’ll never forget. Not least because of the video that’s now stored in the cloud for you to access whenever you want.

“Are you gonna come, Naoya?” you mock and he can only nod through the moans spilling from his lips. Your next words are spoken so coldly that even through his pleasure, a chill runs down his spine. “You better ask for my fucking permission before you do.”

“P-please?” he’s quick to ask, utterly shameless even when it comes to begging for an orgasm.

“Please what?” you prompt and he groans loudly as he tosses his head back against the couch in frustration.

“Jus’ lemme come. Lemme, ah, l-lemme fuckin’ come, ya fuckin’ bitch,” he whines and it’s the threat of tears you hear in his voice that finally makes your lips break into a wide and sadistic smile.

“I think you’re the bitch in this situation,” you say and he whimpers, his hips jerking and his hand desperate.

“F-fuckin’ please!” he cries and you let his plea hang between the two of you, savoring the sound.

“Come, you absolutely worthless, spoiled fucking brat,” you bite out and before you know what you’re doing, you’re quickly closing the distance between the two of you so that you can deliver a harsh and strong slap to his cheek.

The crack! of your palm meeting his face is drowned out by the deep groan that leaves his chest, his cum immediately spilling out in white spurts that stand out starkly against his black pants. His hips give another few jerks into his hand, which is coated in a mixture of his cum and the combination of yours and his spit.

His eyes are squeezed tightly shut and his chest is rising and falling rapidly as he pants for air. Your palm is still stinging when you take his chin between your forefinger and thumb to carefully turn his head to the side so that you can get a better look at his cheek that’s now quickly turning red from your slap rather than his post-orgasm flush.

You release him to gently trail a fingernail down his smarting skin, but your smirk turns mean and you dig your nail in hard enough to make him wince before you drop your hand back to your side. You slowly look him over before your eyes land back on his cheek and an idea pops into your head.

Just as you did before, you lean in slightly and purse your lips before spitting in his direction. Only this time, instead of pooling in his hand, it lands directly on the cheek you had just slapped.

His eyes shoot open, a mixture of anger and shock quickly contorting his features. But just as he opens his mouth to throw a barrage of insults your way, you’re quick to cut him off before he can get started.

“Ah ah ah,” you scold him with a smug smirk on your lips. You then guide his head to turn back to the side with the tip of your finger, leaving his cheek and the shining gob of your saliva perfectly on display.

His eyes are filled with an intense loathing but he stays still for you, even when you pull your phone back out and point the camera directly at him. The flash blinds him and the shutter sound echoes in his ears as you take a picture of his shameful state.

His humiliation only grows when your eyes stay on your phone instead of returning to him. You don’t even bother sparing him a final glance as you snort and shake your head with a muttered, “pathetic,” before turning on your heel and walking back to your desk.

When you sit down and return your attention to the binder that was only recently the victim of your rage, he’s left alone on your couch, sweaty and with his dick hanging out, his clothes stained, his hand sticky, as he tries to figure out what the fuck just happened.

“Get the fuck out of my office,” you tell him without looking up and his vision goes red.

He should give you a taste of your own fucking medicine. He should grab you by the back of the neck and pin you down to your desk. He should fuck you so hard that you’re torn between crying for him to stop and crying for him to keep going. He should leave you in a ball on the floor, coated in cum, spit, and tears.

But instead, all he can do is seethe when his cock twitches in his hand at your dismissive tone.

[littleoddwriter]

hello hello surprise!

it is me and I forgot what I wanted to request. I'm such an idiot omg 😂

uuhhh something something Roman sionis, male reader, daddy kink and napping together? look I'm trying my hardest to not make every of these requests into oral cock warming 😂

Roman Sionis x Male!Reader | Headcanons

Why, hello there, my angel!!! <3 JHGJGJK, you're not an idiot, shush! But I feel you. x'D <3 Anyway, gosh, fuck, I love you. Thank you so much for this request. I actually really needed this right now, so- thank you! Hope you like these. :) <3 (Also, I'm proud of you for somehow not making it all oral cockwarming, lmfaooo!)

notes; Male!Reader; Daddy Kink; Napping Together; Comfort; Domestic Fluff.

Reblogs > Likes. Thank you!

You've had some miserable nights behind you, full of nasty dreams, even panic attacks, and just generally waking up a lot and not being able to fall back asleep for a good while. Thus, you're very exhausted at this point, nursing a constant headache and feeling sluggish, while your eyes keep falling shut on their own.

Roman obviously knows how badly you've been sleeping and he's tried to get you to nap several times over the past few days, but every time you refused, since naps never made you feel better or more awake, and then you also wouldn't be able to sleep at all during the night; so you always forced yourself to stay up.

Still, seeing you sitting at your desk, slumped over and just barely hanging onto consciousness, he walks over to you, kisses the top of your head, as he puts his hands on your shoulder, and tells you that he's free for the rest of the day now and he's pretty beat. At first that only causes you to feel bad for him and suggest that perhaps he should lie down, get some rest.

That's when he steps aside and looks at you, giving you this look that screams "are you kidding me?", which is fair, considering your refusal to rest yourself. But luckily, he knows what will actually get you to nap with him.

He starts going on about how "Daddy needs you beside him when he's resting", and that he couldn't possibly fall asleep, knowing that you're forcing yourself to stay up, despite being so exhausted and in pain. It only takes a few tries until you're finally giving in; although you're vowing to yourself not to doze off.

But once you're lying down and cuddling under the covers and you hear and feel Roman's rhythmic heartbeat and his calm, even breaths, you're slowly being lulled to sleep after all. (He's very smug about it when you both wake up again a couple of hours later.)

[wellthatsjustpeachyhuh]

How the Sanders Sides f*ck

Disclaimers: All characters, including the reader, are fictional and depicted as 18+, so DNI if you're underage or do not want to see explicit content (if you still read this and then get pissed at me that's your own fault)

Roman

In my opinion Roman would be more vanilla, since he tends to focus more on romance and wooing, but he's always down for experimentation

He is super into roleplay!! And since he's out exploring and fighting all day homeboy has plenty of stamina, so expect to go for a long time

Will dress you up in nice clothes so you can look pretty as he wrecks you

His one kink he's embarrassed about is wanting to be tied up since it doesn't fit with his Princely aesthetic, but hooo boy if you tie him up and ride him he will nut

Patton

Listen I know he's canonically super innocent but I cannot get giggly soft daddy dom Pat out of my brain, just this big cuddly guy snuggling you as he's balls deep inside

Kisses, lots of kisses, sweet and slobbery and a little suffocating

Loves holding your face and complimenting you, maybe slipping his hands down to slot around your neck

Has a pretty big overstimulation kink, wants to see how long it takes to turn you into a babbling mess

Logan

I know damn well this man is into bondage, probably discipline as well

Completely unyielding. No matter how much you squirm and cry if you haven't safe-worded you're not getting out of this, not until you've both cum

Super hard dom, you will listen to him and you will listen now or face punishment

He's hilariously awkward afterwards, but willing to cuddle or do something softer if you're not in the mood for rough

Virgil

As soon as he discovered that fucking got rid of all that anxious energy, it was over for you

A big whiner with a mommy/daddy kink a mile wide, he physically likes to be in control but needs you to praise him

Is super embarrassed by all of it, but especially by his ass-eating kink

I can also see him being into high sex, he enjoys anything that'll chill him out

Janus

Okay, hear me out - chastity devices. Specifically ones where he can still fuck you, you just can't cum

Will edge you for days if needed, waiting for you to finally crack and beg

In general I can see him being a big fan of toys, trying to stuff you full with as many as he can and leave you writhing, unable to get off but pushed right to the brink

Is somewhat into roleplay, loving to play the suave, charming villain ready to take you apart piece by piece

Remus

This guy is into absolutely everything, he'll try it all at least once

Piss, spit, slime, tentacles, electrostimulation, public sex - he's filthy and so far you haven't found anything he isn't down for

Specifically he's into making a mess, of leaving you glossy-eyed and incoherent as he covers you in whatever will get a reaction

Naturally he's also a roleplay fan, loving to fake-kidnap you and hold you hostage, pretending to do whatever it takes to get information out of you

[the-duke-of-nuts]

A Not So Unlucky Night

Alright so a few months ago I used a prompt generator for fic prompts and finally got around to finishing one of them. This is my first actual Moceit oneshot I’ve completed in my WIPs so I hope I did comfort ship the beloved justice (Most likely didn’t but oh well enjoy or don’t I guess)

Prompt: Janus and Patton watching a horror movie. Patton can't sleep that night and Janus comforts him in a cuddle.

Pairing(s): Moceit, Background Dukexiety

Word Count: 1427

Warnings: Small description of horror movie (Nothing major just the word blood and murder mentioned), Remus being Remus, A panicking Patton (Let me know if there’s anything else)

It was movie night in the mindscape and to everyone's luck it was Remus' turn to pick the movie. "Now guys I've created an extra special film for us all to watch tonight~" Remus excitedly summoned a CD and put it in the DVD player. "Oh come on this isn't even fair! I bet you just rigged the chart and it's actually my turn!" Roman complained crossing his arms. "Roman your turn was literally last week. I'd rather watch whatever sick twisted horror movie Remus made instead of rewatching the same 119 Disney movies again." Virgil rolled his eyes. "Wow, that's rich coming from 'Gerard Gay for Duke of Disasters'. I smell an obvious biased." Roman retorted. "Now kiddos let's not argue. I know it's Remus' turn, but I think a light hearted movie would be a great idea for tonight." Patton said trying to ease the tension and hide his nervousness. 

Patton was never a fan of horror movies. They always made him uneasy and he never understood why Remus and Virgil loved them so much but he always tried his best to support their interests. Tonight was different. It was a full moon on Friday the 13th and Patton was really not up for anything scary. "See, Patton agrees with me and he's the one who started the whole 'turns chart' in the first place so I say we change the movie!" Roman protested. "Yeah because Daddy has definitely actively said his favorite movie is 'Carrie'. Keep complaining Romano and instead of a horror movie it's gonna be a porno." Remus cackled flopping down on the couch and pressed play on the remote and held Virgil close in his lap. Roman grimace in disgust at the threat and immediately shut up and watched the movie.

Not even 5 minutes into the film there were screams and bloody murder and various disturbing imagery popping up on the screen. Patton watched horrified by it all and was too traumatized to look away from the screen. His husband on the other hand was watching boredly and unfazed by the film. Janus was used to this kind of stuff and has seen far worse from Remus considering he's hung out with him for so many years. Roman watched shocked and disgusted while his twin cackled holding his smirking emo boyfriend closer. This was only just the beginning. The Prince and the Father Figure were sure in for a ride for what the Duke had in store with his creative abilities.

After what felt like an eternity, the movie soon later finally came to an end and everyone said their goodnights and went to bed. Patton however had no plans on going to sleep tonight. The poor man was still slightly shaking in fear as he got in the covers and laid down next to his beloved. "Goodnight Darling." Janus yawned getting comfortable. "G-Goodnight Jan." Patton replied hoping the tired side didn't sense his fear. And just like that Janus turned off the lamp and went to sleep. Patton silently took a deep breath in and out to try to calm his nerves.

It's okay Patton it's just a movie nothing is going to get you you're okay. Just think happy thoughts and all the things that you love. Puppies... Kittens... Rainbows... Janus...

Patton slowly started drifting off to sleep and closed his eyes and finally had a moment of peace. That peace was short lived until various gruesome scenes from the movie started popping up and he immediately opened them back up again shaking and breathing heavily. His heart beated faster as he looked around the room and the shadows on the wall made the situation even worse. The faint screams in his head became louder and louder and he gripped the blankets tighter around him and squeezed his eyes shut hoping it all would just end.

Patton...

Stop!

Patton...

Go away!

"Patton!"

Patton jumped and opened his eyes again when he felt a hand on his shoulder. He quickly turned around and saw that the lamp was back on and a concerned look on his husband's face. "Oh h-hey Jan I'm sorry I woke you up dear. Go back to bed everything's fine." Patton said feeling bad for waking up the half serpentine side. "Patton I literally felt you shaking and heard you mumbling to yourself." The deceitful side gave him a look. "Janny I promise you I'm okay I was just really cold. Please go back to bed." Patton pleaded really wanting the interrogation to end and for Janus to just go back to sleep and forget about anything happening. In truth the moral side didn't want to be seen as a coward for being scared of something as little as a movie in front of the man he loved. He knew Janus loved him but Patton just couldn't bear the embarrassing thought of Jan making fun of him for something so ridiculous. Janus sensed the obvious lie and noticed Patton's eagerness of wanting him to go back to sleep. He stared at him a little longer and started realizing the problem. "This is about the movie... Isn't it?"

Patton hesitated and sighed, shamefully nodding his head. "Come here." Janus pulled Patton closer to him and had him lay on top of his chest. He started running his gloved fingers through Morality's hair and rubbed his back to help soothe him. Patton leaned in the touch and slowly started to relax. "Now Darling would you mind telling me honestly about everything that's been bothering you tonight and why you were so eager to not tell me?" Janus asked still comforting him. He knew the exact answer to his own question but he wanted to hear Patton say it. He knew the man still had a problem with bottling up his emotions and Janus made it his goal to help him break out of that. He needed the Froggy side to be more open and honest with not just Thomas and everyone else, but with himself as an emotional side. Patton sighed knowing there was no point in lying when Janus can easily see right through him.

Just rip the bandaid off Patton...

"Everything about the movie scared me to the point where I can't sleep. I know the movie's fake but I still found it scary and..." Patton trailed off. "And?" Janus waited patiently for him to finish. "A-And I didn't wanna tell you because I was also afraid that you would make fun of me and see me as a coward for being scared of something so stupid and childish..." Patton admitted looking away ashamed. Janus froze and looked at him surprised. He knew there was something Patton was hiding from him but he didn't expect that. "Patton look at me." Janus lifted Patton's chin up to make him look him in the eyes. "You will never and I mean ever be seen as a coward to me no matter how stupid or childish you may think your fear is. I didn't marry you to freely make fun of you, I married you because I love you. Your feelings matter just as much as all of ours and you even telling me all of this is a brave thing in itself. Hell, even you just tolerating Remus' nonsense and sitting through the whole film without walking away shows that you are brave." 

Tears of joy started running down Patton's face. Janus always had a way with words whenever they were alone together. He never liked showing that side of himself infront of the others but with Patton it was the only truths he loved saying. Janus smiled and wiped Patton's tears away. "It's okay to feel sad, happy, scared, angry, or feel nothing at all. You matter." He gave Patton a soft kiss on the lips and Patton happily reciprocated. They slowly pulled away and rested their foreheads on each other. "Thank you." Patton sniffled hugging him tightly. "You're welcome." Janus held him closer.

Patton then started to yawn.

"Finally sleepy?"

"Mmhm" He sleepily nuzzled Jan's chest. Janus smiled and kissed the top of his head. "Get some rest because we have a long day of self-care and gaming tomorrow." Patton giggled. "Okay. Night Jan." "Goodnight Patton." The half serpentine side turned off the lamp and instantly fell back asleep holding the cat onesied man in his arms. Patton smiled finally falling asleep peacefully only hearing the sound of Janus' heartbeat and loving his warmth. Who knew an unlucky day would be Patton's second luckiest night.

[tenthgrove]

omg can I gush for a moment because ahh the way you write Prosciutto.. he's so soft and sweet!! I'm so enamored with the way he feels like a sweet old man that takes care of you and please if you have any more thoughts about Roman General Prosciutto I would love to hear it 🤲 (thank you!!)

GREAT NEWS, I ABSOLUTELY DO

(TW for one mention of suicide + Several more unfortunate deaths)

So as it happens the Roman General thing is also my backstory for Prosciutto in the Vampire AU, but with a different plot to last night’s Drabble. I’ve talked about it before but not the x Reader element, which I’ve been talking about extensively with Possum, so kudos to them for coming up with half of this.

Prosciutto meets you while on campaign far from Rome. You are a commoner from an enemy land, but he is immediately taken with you quite strongly. Knowing the legion has to keep moving and not able to bear losing you, he abducts you and takes you with him back to Rome.

Given the circumstances, he is good to you. He treats you like a goddess and gets you all the luxuries he could fathom, whether you ask for them or not. Many great art pieces are commissioned for you as a token of his love. But you are unable to come to terms with your new life, or Prosciutto, and after a few months you take your own life.

Prosciutto is distraught, never recovering or marrying again. He lives in misery for several more years before the attempted assassination that turned him into a vampire. Now he has to endure life without you even longer.

That is, until the 10th century, when Prosciutto comes across a pair of Frankish nobles bartering over one of the lost mosaics commissioned of you. Enraged at how disrespectfully they treat your image, he kills them. Turning around, he realises he has a witness- a maid, who looks exactly like you in every conceivable way. You, reincarnated. You flee in horror, and as he tries to grab you to explain himself, you trip down the stairs and are fatally injured. Again, his selfishness has killed you. But now he knows if you have come back once, you likely will again.

Prosciutto encounters you a few more times throughout the centuries, but every single time he lays eyes on you, you are dead within the hour. Once he finds you dying of plague. Another, tuberculosis. Once you are burned at the stake for witchcraft before he can intervene, and most recently you were working at a field hospital that proceeded to be ambushed by gunfire. And one time, he sees you waving from a ship as it is cast out to sea, and by the time he has towed out to catch up with it, it is sunk against a rock and your body is floating in the water.

He’s been finding you more recently since the 1700s, for the simple reason of his friendship with Melone. Melone’s vampirism gives him a rare ability to help people find their soulmates, meaning Prosciutto can now find almost every one of your reincarnations. But his rotten luck still prevails.

Finally, he finds you in the present. He is of course, incredibly afraid something may happen to you. But as he watches over the course of a week, nothing does. You are not sick, you are not in danger, and your life is by all accounts peaceful. Could it be, that fate finally permits him to be with you?

He decides to make his move, but he has learned enough from his first couple of attempts to avoid forcing you to come with him. So he decides to use his other assets to his advantage, and asks you on some dates in exchange for a large amount of money. You ask if this makes him your sugar daddy, which confuses him as he doesn’t know what that is. All in all, you’re rather surprised that this wealthy, handsome man is offering you so much in exchange for just your time, and to be honest after a while you do start to wish for more. Exactly what he was planning.

(Ahh sorry that had almost no Roman General Pros but I’ve been meaning to tell this story for a while)

[omnivoroussmut]

New Heights, New Pleasure

Summary: As a brand new millionaire, Roman hits the town and meets someone that he can't keep his eyes off of. Will this new person capture just his attention or something more?

Part 1 of the Sugar Daddy Series

Tags: grinding, dry humping, blowjobs, semi-public sex, bathroom sex

Rating: 18+

Smiling, Roman took a generous sip from his glass of whiskey and enjoyed the feeling of the warmth that traveled down his throat and into his gut. He could feel that warmth wash through every inch of his body and he smiled even more. From now on, he could drink that whiskey for breakfast if he wanted to.

           It was only two months after their big heist in Rio and Roman was enjoying every bit of his new life. From the fancy cars to the many women that flocked to him when he flashed his newest Rolex or diamond earrings. Everything had gotten easier after the heist, even if he was a wanted man in his home country. But, with just a bit of money, he could travel to just about anywhere else in the world and enjoy the splendor those places offered to him. Oh, and what splendors he found!

           Ever since he had come to London, he had been greeted by some of the most amazing things: hotel staff tripping over themselves to gain his favor and tips, cars salesmen who worshipped the ground he walked on, and women sending him heated looks from where he sat in the VIP section of a club.

           Simply, life was good. It was more than good, in fact- it was amazing! Roman never could go back to the way things were before the heist. Never.

           Glancing around the club, Roman could feel himself already swaying to the beat of the music and his eyes landed on the dance floor. It was already crowded with people and Roman could see several people that sparked his interest immediately. Especially someone dancing in a green, silk shirt.

           Craning his neck, Roman tried to catch more of a glimpse of the beauty that was dancing in the middle of the dance floor, but he couldn’t see more than long limbs and short, black hair. Already curious, Roman took another sip of his whiskey, straightened out his jacket and headed into the crowd.

           He was able to keep the flash of green in his sight long enough to weave his way through the crowd until he was right behind the person. And that’s when he could see much, much more of them.

           The person was his height, wearing the long sleeve shirt along with tight, black skinny jeans that showed off their ass perfectly. Their hair was long enough to brush their shoulders, but some of their hair was pinned back, no doubt not to impede on their fun that night. They were dancing so perfectly to the song, Roman couldn’t help but stare in wonder at how their body moved. He swore he was watching a god.

           Taking a deep breath, Roman took the plunge and stepped up behind the person.

           “Wanna dance, beautiful?” He whispered into their ear as he gently laid his hands on narrow hips as he stood behind them, swaying with the music.

           “Why not?” A deep voice purred.

           Roman paused as his brain realized something.

           This wasn’t a woman.

           The narrow hips, the deep voice, the height- Roman should have known.

           This was a man.

           How did he ever think this was a woman?

           More and more thoughts raced through Roman’s mind. Had he known this was a man when he walked up to him? Probably. Then, was he attracted to men? He didn’t know. He had never been before, as far as he knew. Was there something special about this guy?

           Before Roman could really analyze his feelings or thoughts, he felt strong, warm hands cover his and pull his arms around the man’s waist. Without even thinking, he tightened his arms and felt strong muscles under his hand as he stroked up a flat chest. Marveling at the muscle, Roman was completely caught off guard when the perfect ass he had been staring at not too long ago shoved itself right into his crotch.

           “Fuck!” Roman hissed, but was thankful that the music easily covered up his shock. Instead, the man that was grinding on him raised an arm and cupped the back of Roman’s head.

           The man’s body was so warm against his and was so close, Roman could feel his mind going blank. It was all too much. He didn’t know what he was feeling. The man’s hard body was shoved up against his and it was all so new, but so exciting that Roman never wanted it to stop. Especially when the man turned his head towards Roman and he could finally get a small glimpse of the man’s face.

           He was absolutely stunning.

           Sharp cheekbones, even sharper eyes as he stared Roman down with heavy lust and wide pupils. There was no mistaking it: he was very, very interested in Roman. Slowly, the man leaned in and Roman could only stare at his plush lips. Still moving to with the man’s body, they never once stopped moving to the music as their lips started to get closer and closer.

           Roman wasn’t sure who made the first move, but one second he was staring the man in the eyes, and the next, their tongues were dancing. The man’s lips were thinner than anyone else Roman had been with, but it was obvious he was truly experienced as he moved them against Roman’s. He could only wonder what else the man could do with his mouth.

           Just that thought alone made Roman realize that he was activity thrusting his hips against the man’s ass.

           Gasping, he pulled away from the man’s face and was proud to see the large blush that adorned his face, right on his high cheekbones. If his eyes weren’t huge before, they were blown wide with want as he thrust his body back to meet Roman’s. Groaning, Roman tightened his arms around the man and started to rub a hand up and down the smooth chest. His fingers easily slid up the silk shirt and felt warm skin underneath. He couldn’t get enough of the man as he grabbed at his chest and thumbed at a nipple. If he wasn’t up against the man, Roman was sure he would have missed his moan of pleasure.

           Smirking, Roman kept up his thrusts and felt a wave of confidence as the man desperately shoved himself back onto Roman’s body. His head was thrown back to rest on Roman’s shoulder and he took the chance to nuzzle at his neck. Placing gentle kisses along the long column, Roman inhaled the man’s scent and nearly moaned. He practically smelled of sex already.

           They barely noticed the song ending and another coming they were so lost in each other. Roman couldn’t believe he would ever be this attracted to a man, but there was no way he ever wanted to let go of the absolute beauty in his arms. The man fit perfectly in his arms and was tall enough that Roman didn’t have to bend down to kiss up his neck and along his jaw. He felt as if he was made to be in Roman’s arms and to be lavished attention upon.

           So focused on leaving as many kisses as possible on the man, Roman blinked when the man slowly pulled away from him. A flash of panic raced through him as he watched the man turn around and face him. He didn’t want the man ever to leave his hold ever again.

           “Let’s go somewhere else.” The man had to practically yell over the music for Roman to hear him, but Roman got the message loud and clear. The man wanted to go further.

           Once again freezing, Roman felt himself be dragged out of the crowd, the music slowly disappearing as they got further away from the dance floor. There were a lot less people as the man lead him through the club towards the back and through a door. He only got a moment to glance around the small bathroom before the man was shoving him into a stall. Stumbling, Roman barely regained his balance when the man stepped inside with him and closed the stall door.

           Suddenly, everything was way too quiet for Roman.

           “Um, look, I-“ He began to mumble, but the man simply smiled at him.

           And gracefully got to his knees.

           Mouth hanging open, Roman could only watch in shock as the man’s fingers were like lightning as he got Roman’s belt undone and his fly down. However, his mouth was snapping shut as clever fingers swiftly pulled Roman’s cock out and he moaned as the cool air hit his heated flesh.

           “Fuck! Shit!” Roman groaned and had to put a hand out to steady him. Looking down at the man, Roman could see the pleased smirk on his face at Roman’s reaction, but he was so lost in the pleasure the man’s fingers were bringing him, he couldn’t care less if the guy was smug or not. Not when rough fingers were stroking up and down his cock and the man was licking his lips as if Roman was a piece of candy.

           Panting, Roman could only watch as the man’s mouth opened slowly and he slowly engulfed the head of Roman’s cock. He kept his eyes on Roman’s as he did so and it was too much. Slapping a hand over his mouth, Roman moaned as he watched his cock slowly disappear into the man’s mouth. He could feel the man’s hot mouth taking him in and he couldn’t believe it could feel so good.

           The man was an expert as his applied just a brush of teeth and his tongue slid under his cock and even lap at his slit. How he was able to do so much with a mouthful, Roman had no idea but he never wanted the man to stop. Not in a million years, not even if the world was ending around him.

           Eventually, the man stopped playing with him and took even more of Roman until his nose brushed up against Roman’s navel. Moaning like crazy, Roman could only stare down at the man as he nuzzled into the hair around the base of his cock. The man let out an odd purring noise and Roman couldn’t help his shout of pleasure and shock. Fuck! How did he know just what to do to make Roman tremble?

           It was way too much.

           “I’m going to come!” Roman gasped out and gently placed a hand on the man’s shoulder. But, as he met the man’s eyes, he could see that he didn’t care one bit. Instead, he pulled off of Roman until just the tip of his cock remained in his mouth. Excruciatingly slow, he lowered his head back down and hallowed out his cheeks as he sucked. “Fuck!”

           That was all it took for Roman to reach the peak and fall right off of it.

           He could feel the man working around him as he swallowed Roman down and even moaned as he licked at Roman’s slit. If Roman wasn’t mistaken, it seemed as if the man enjoyed the taste of him. Shivering, Roman couldn’t help but feel his cock twitch at the thought of that. How could he get even sexier?

           Panting and moaning, Roman had to lean heavily against the wall of the stall as he came down. Meanwhile, the man carefully licked him clean before tucking him back in and doing up Roman’s pants. Standing with ease, Roman wasn’t expecting the man to capture his lips in a searing kiss.

           It was odd to taste the bitter, salty taste of himself, but Roman could care less about it was the man kissed him with so much passion, he was sure he would drown in it. The kiss felt to go on forever as the man nipped and licked at his lip, encouraging Roman to explore his mouth. But eventually the man pulled away and met Roman’s eyes.

           “The name’s Owen by the way.”

           Roman could only nod numbly as the man smiled at him gently. He gave Roman a quick peck on the cheek before turning around and opening the stall door. Staring after him, Roman couldn’t believe what had just happened. But, as the man disappeared from his sight, Roman came back to himself.

           Scrambling out of the stall, he just barely grabbed onto the man’s arm before he could actually leave the bathroom. Owen raised an eyebrow at him, but didn’t seem to mind Roman’s hands on him, which Roman would hope not after what they just did.

           “Wait.” Roman rushed to say. “Come back with me. Spend the night.”

           Owen stared at him with curious eyes, head tilted to the side. He seemed to simply stare at Roman, causing him to fidget.

           “I have to be at a car auction in the morning.” Was all Owen said. Roman lit up.

           “Great! I’ll go with you!” He smiled. “I’ve been needing a new set of wheels.”

           The man blinked at him before a sly smile slide across his face.

           “Then, why not?”

[bothcreativitybois]

Intruality Week 2021 Day 2

I’ve decided to try and connect all these propmpts into one story. If you want to read the day 1 fic it’s here

Day 2: Cooking/Baking @intrualityweek2021  Wordcount: 1292 TWs: Swearing, little bit of sad Patton (I’m just like this okay?), Remus doing Remus things, brief gore (not detailed), alcohol meantion (one sentance)

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After seven hours, five countertops, twenty spatulas and countless other fatalities, Remus looked at the dozen plates set out in front of him. This was his greatest masterpiece, he continually amazed himself. This plan would work perfectly, he just needed one more thing before he could start. He quickly sank out into Patton’s room. The only light was a little pooh bear night light, dimly illuminating the mound snuggled under numerous fluffy blankets. Remus sneaked forward quietly until he reached the edge of the bed. “Papa Bear!” Remus shouted and jumped on top of Patton. The sleeping side was startled awake and screamed loudly, grabbing his attacker. He was mostly relieved to see it was just Remus. “Hey Kiddo.” Patton said tiredly. “What do you need?” He rubbed his eyes as he spoke. Remus’ wicked smile glowed in the darkness. “I made you dinner.” Remus said proudly. Patton sighed. “Thank you Remus, that’s very thoughtful but I already ate.” Patton mumbled as he laid back down. Remus waited a moment before jumping again. “Please Daddy! I spent a long time on it.” Remus asked again. Patton didn’t move but shushed him. “Everyone is sleeping, please be quiet.” Patton asked. Remus shook Patton’s bed. “I’m gonna be loud until you agree!” Remus shouted. He started moaning and shouting vulgarly. Patton quickly sat up and put a hand over Remus’ mouth. His red face glowed in the dark. “Alright alright just plea- hey!” Patton retracted as Remus nipped his hand. “Ew.” He wiped his hand on the blanket, Remus grabbed it and pulled him out of bed. He sat Patton at the dining table and spun himself around. He changed into a sultry looking waiter outfit. “Tell me what you think of each dish.” Remus said as he grabbed the first plate. “I worked hard on them.” Remus placed the plate in front of Patton whose sleepy mind was caught off guard. He’d forgotten the golden rule of the mindscape: Never trust Remus. On the plate was a caramel apple, except the caramel was covered in lint and hair. “Oh um… I think you dropped it…” Patton gently picked up the apple by the stick and showed Remus. He looked it over with a smile. “I didn’t.” Remus said proudly. Patton relaxed for a moment. “That’s from Virgil’s hairbrush.” Patton dropped the apple back onto the plate. Remus pouted. Patton looked at Remus’ sad expression then back at the hairy apple. After a deep breath he picked up the apple and Remus lit up. Delicately as he could, Patton took a bite before dropping the apple. He covered his mouth as the sticky strands stuck to his teeth. Remus looked on hopefully. “It’s… good.” Patton lied as he churned the caramel with his teeth. Remus clapped and jumped excitedly. As soon as he turned to get the next plate Patton began spitting the caramel into a napkin and scraping the sticky bits out. He wished he had some water. “How about a drink?” Remus read Patton’s mind in the worst way possible. He placed a plate with a fancy looking martini glass in front of Patton. He would’ve taken it immediately after that horrid hairy haribo but he wasn’t going to break the golden rule twice. “What… is it?” Patton wasn’t sure whether it was better to know or not. “A cocktail.” Remus announced. “Sex on the beach.” Patton eyed the drink suspiciously. He’d seen pictures of the drink before but they looked a little more… colourful. Patton picked up the drink and took a slow sip. The grainy salty liquid was putrid. Patton gagged and spat it back into the glass as discreetly as he could. “What is in that…” Patton asked through teary eyes. Remus brought a notepad out of nowhere and read from it. “Sand, water from Logan’s fish tank, salt, oyster juice and bird poop.” Patton gagged again. “How's it taste?” Remus asked with a smile. Patton really began to re-evaluate just leaving. “A little salty…” Patton tried to be honest by Remus’ sad face smacked him in the heart. “But still good!”

Dish after horrible dish Patton puckered, swallowed and gagged his way through the devious delicacies. Each was worse and less edible than the last, he was pretty sure one was just a boiled baseball. With each plate he wished he’d stayed in bed. “Last course!” Remus announced as he grabbed the final plate. “A lovely dessert!” Patton thought of all the things he wished it was. Cookie Dough ice-cream, brownies, strawberry milkshake, chocolate mousse. “Kitten eye-cy pop!” Remus placed the bloody red iceblock in front of Patton who squealed. This wasn’t real, it was just a nightmare. Even Remus wouldn’t expect him to eat that. But even when he opened his eyes again, a handful of tiny sad frozen kitty eyes stared back. “No Remus!” Patton sobbed. “I can’t! No! I’ve had all your horrible food and I’m tired and upset and no!” Tears exploded out of Patton's eyes. He sobbed for a moment before looking up at Remus. He expected anger and disappointment, maybe a bit of shouting. But Remus’ eyes were filled with pride. “Fucking finally!” Remus said as he sat down. “I thought I was going to have to serve you Roman’s stupid little face to get you to crack.” Remus danced a hand over the dessert and it disappeared. “What?” Patton was really confused now. He really wanted to go back to bed. “Patsy, I didn’t wake you up at three in the morning and feed you a bunch of gross stuff and expect you to enjoy it. I’m sadistic, not oblivious.” Remus explained. Patton wiped his eyes and listened. “You needed a lesson, thankfully I am a great teacher.” “What lesson?” Patton asked sadly. Remus rolled his eyes. “You need to learn to say no!” Remus snapped. “I’m sorry.” Patton croaked overwhelmed. “No, don't apologise!” Remus stood and shouted back. “I’m a bad person! I did bad things! Yell at me!” “I can’t...” Patton sobbed.                               “Do it!” Remus pressed. “No!” Patton finally gave in. He pushed himself up with the table, tears sparkling on his cheeks. “I’m tired! I’m upset! I just wanna sleep!” Patton tried to emphasise by hitting the table but accidentally hit the plate. He slowly looked down at the broken plate. Patton fell back into his seat in a sobbing heap. Remus stood there looking between Patton and the plate for a minute. Then he took a few steps closer. “Didn’t know you were that strong.” Remus joked. Patton didn’t laugh. “Remus please don’t.” Patton begged, he didn’t know what for. Patton felt Remus drape something around him. Remus wrapped his arms around Patton and lifted him into his chest. A moment later the room darkened. Patton felt himself being placed down onto a bed. His bed. “Remus.” Patton felt more blankets cover him. “Consider it a thank you for the sweater.” Remus smiled to himself. It just occurred to Patton that this was the second time Remus had seen him cry in two days. No one saw him cry. He reached out of his curled up position and grabbed Remus’ hand. “You’re a good guy.” Patton whispered. Remus wasn’t sure how to react. “You’re delirious.” Remus said back. “Maybe.” Patton conceded. “But I would really like it if you could cook for me again some time.” Remus froze. He was trying to annoy Patton, trying to annoy him and be a terrible person, but Patton thought it was… endearing? “Oh I definitely will.” Remus chuckled. It was less wicked and more goofy. Patton hadn’t heard that before, neither had Remus. What was happening to him? He was getting soft. He’d just have to try harder.

[naminethewriter]

This Once And Never Again

My last entry for Dukeceit Week 2021 if finally done! I’m so happy I finished it 🥰 Thanks to @dukeceitweek for organizing this and thank you to everyone who read along, commented, reblogged and left tags, you are all amazing! 😍😍😍 Now I hope you enjoy this last story as well! 💛💚

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Characters: Janus, Remus

Relationship: romantic Dukeceit

Rating: T

Words: 1,287

Summary: Why had he agreed to do this again? He should’ve just said no, it was a stupid plan anyway.

Janus fingers danced on the wheel nervously. The black gloves felt wrong on his hands. As did his hair stuffed under the also black beanie on his head. In general, he did not feel very comfortable in his current outfit. Or this car. A rental. Also black. Borrowed under a fake name and he had no intention of returning it to the dealer he had gotten it from. The sound of cars passing by in front of the small driveway he was parked in and the tap, tap, tap of his fingers on the wheel were the only noise. The radio was turned off, as were the lights and the engine. Appearing to be empty unless you took a closer look.

Janus checked his watch. Shouldn’t be long now. The make-up on his face was itchy. It felt uncomfortable and wrong, just like the clothes. Why had he agreed to do this again? He should’ve just said no, it was a stupid plan anyway. His eyes wandered back to his wrist. Not even a minute had passed. If Remus wasn’t here in the next 15 minutes, Janus was free to leave. But for now, he waited.

 Time seemed to move so slowly. Janus was usually calm even in stressful situations but this had his anxiety going wild. It really was a stupid plan. And an entirely unnecessary one to boot. It was only a few months, they’ve gone through worse! Literally! Remus had been gone for a year once. Granted they hadn’t been together then but still. Janus was nothing if not patient. His partner was anything but.

 A sound, from up above. Janus glanced out of the slightly open window but he couldn’t see anything unless he left the car. After all, the buildings to the sides of the small driveway were at least five floors high. Another sound. Another look at the watch. The timing matched. Clattering, then a thump as something landed in front of the car. Or rather: someone.

 Remus’ agility was still somewhat baffling to Janus. He had checked the walls beforehand, how Remus got down from one of the roofs without getting hurt was beyond him. His boyfriend stood up straight, dusted himself off before grinning at Janus who rolled his eyes in response. Remus looks have gotten even wilder over the last few months. His hair longer, not only on his head but on his face. The moustache was now part of a beard. Janus was not a fan. With a few quick steps, Remus was at the window.

 “Hey, danger noodle~” he singsonged while wiggling his eyebrows. Janus fixed him with an unimpressed stare.

 “Get in the back, I want out of these clothes as soon as possible.”

 “You haven’t seen me in four months and that’s the love I get?”

 “Yes, because you dragged me into your stupid plan, now go!” Janus hissed and closed the window. Remus pouted at him for a few more seconds, before he moved behind the car, opened the trunk and slipped inside. Once Janus was certain that he had closed the lid properly, he started the car and calmly drove onto the street, the sound of sirens in the background.

   The drive was thankfully quick and without incident. The couple police cars that crossed their way didn’t seem to find a reason to stop and check them. So after around 20 minutes, Janus pulled into a garage on the other edge of the small city. Once he exited the car, he checked that the shutter had closed properly behind him before he turned on the light and opened the trunk.

 “I really don’t know how you can act so stupid and still get so damn lucky,” Janus scolded his boyfriend, who grinned at him before climbing out.

 “I wish I knew, Jan-Jan! Then I could go and thank whoever made me so lucky that I have you in my life.” Remus delivered that awful, cheesy line with so much confidence, Janus almost forgot to be annoyed with him. Almost. Remus had moved closer, his face only inches from Janus’ own until he was pushed away, a black gloved hand on his cheek.

 “Shut up, you corny rat. I need to get out of this outfit.” Janus moved away, grabbing the bag that had been left by a door that led out of the garage and further into the building. He turned back around for a moment, hand already on the doorknob. “And you dear, need a shave.” Remus giggled and quickly followed his partner out of the room, turning off the light when he left. The rental remained, in a now empty garage, keys left in the ignition.

   It took Janus another 15 minutes to get out of the offending clothes, let down her hair and braid it, pick an outfit she liked from the few options she had packed, get the make-up covering her vitiligo off and decide to change the charm on her bracelet to indicate female pronouns. She felt so much better with a hat more her style, a loose blouse and knee-long skirt, slender shoes and her trusted yellow gloves. Once she was satisfied, she went to check on Remus.

 Her boyfriend was already dressed and shaven when she came in and frowned at himself in the mirror. And Janus had to agree, he almost looked worse than before. Without a hair left on his lower face and dressed in the trademark red shirt and white skinny jeans of his brother, Remus looked pretty bizarre. The only remaining difference between him and Roman was the wild hair. Remus’ eyes met Janus in the mirror.

 “I look gross.” Janus nodded.

 “But it was your plan, so no complaining.”

 “What’s the fun of it if I can’t?” Remus whined. His girlfriend sighed.

 “Just let me cut your hair so we can get out of here?”

 “Kisses first?”

 “Fine,” Janus sighed but she couldn’t deny how good it felt to feel Remus’ lips on her own again. Apparently he had also had the time to brush his teeth, a nice surprise. They simply stood there for a minute, locking lips but once Remus tried to get his tongue involved, Janus pulled back.

 “That’s enough. We have a long drive, let me finish your look.” Remus pouted but obliged, sitting down on a stool while Janus got out the scissors and electric razor. Janus worked in silence for a bit before commenting: “Roman is going to be so mad at you once he comes back from his trip.”

 “When’s that going to be?”

 “They planned to stay for five days, so three more.”

 “And he got Daddy, Nerdy Wolverine and Spiderling to come along?”

 “Yes and I don’t know how he managed that. I also don’t know how you convinced him that he should go on a ‘no technology camping trip’. And with perfect timing for your little stunt as well.” Remus grinned.

 “I don’t kiss and tell, Jannie, you know that.” Janus scoffed.

 “The less I know, the better, probably. But I brought Roman’s phone, wallet and perfume, so you should have no trouble convincing anyone that you’re him if we’re stopped.”

 “My, my, J-anus. Stealing my brother’s clothes and papers? You are so naughty~” Janus paused to hit him on the head lightly.

 “Just to be clear: this is the first and last time I help you break out of jail. When you get arrested next time, you’re on your own. And who in their right mind plans to break out in broad daylight?”

 “I got away with it, didn’t I?” Remus grinned.

 “We’re not home yet, don’t jinx it.”

 “Yeah, yeah. Love you, Jan.”

 “Love you, too, you idiot.”