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yve-kae-nightfever · 7 months ago

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Prohibite no longer.

(Alastor & Rosie)

Summary: Not only he teases, not only he constantly smiles, not only he hates technology, not only he loves his mother. Oh no, he has much bigger reactions, when he's in the specific mood... A/N: first Hazbin Hotel fic!! Don't hate, just correct in case<3 Enjoy!

"My, God must've had a ton of fun in making you so sensitive, darling..."

Gosh, how much he was feeling stupid. The Radio Demon himself, Alastor, one of the most powerful and dangerous beings in hell...now reduced to a fit of giggles and, surprising his friend as well, with a good layer blush on his cheeks.

"D-Don't say thahahat...it's even more e-embarassing..."

"Oh! Embarassing...why dear, you look like you're enjoying yourself quite a bit, no?"

Well, in a way or another, deep inside, he was.

"Rohohosie..."

"There you go! It's always music to my ears to hear you giggle!"

The deer demon scrunched up his nose and his usual grin extended to his, well...where human ears would be. Rosie beamed, keeping her playful assault. Her nails skittered along his ribs, up and down his sides, eventually reaching his upper ribs close to his armpits. And that was the absolute worst for him, but being honest-

"Just remember you asked for it, dear..."

Exactly. Alastor had been in a mood for way too long, and of course the way he had decided to write down his own destiny was by taking off his coat and sitting on the sofa beside Rosie with the arm on the headrest, leaving his torso unprotected.

"I- gah! I knohohow..."

"Oh? Would it tickle you more if I were to pinch here? Or give it a small squeeze there? Ah, who am I kidding...of course it does!"

Alastor's body gently squirmed side to side. Rosie's touch being so delicate, her tickling feeling so soft and slow, not to mention the teasing...if that would've driven someone up the wall, he was already at the ceiling this time.

It was actually pretty frequent for them to have this kind of activity. Basically Alastor being bratty enough to doom himself for the following minutes...or hours, sometimes. Soon finding himself on his back, laying horizontally on the sofa, his torso staying right in Rosie's lap where she could easily reach, where her fingers and nails could go down town on his most sensitive spots.

But obviously, just with Rosie.

And when her fingers found a small opening through his shirt, where they reached his skin, he was done for.

"Gh-! R-Rohohosie! You- hahaha! You know i-it's so bahahahad here!"

Rosie knew he wasn't the type who giggled often, but that cackle he just let out was enough to statisfy and encourage her even more.

"Oh, I do know, Alastor, and I-" she stopped mid-sentence as she noticed his little deer tail wagging happily, as well as his legs kicking a bit, and she smiled even more, softly yet teasingly.

"And I don't plan on leaving your tummy untouched, especially after noticing the cutest details about your reactions..."

Alastor mentally cursed himself and his deer-like behavior that showed up whenever he had his stomach tickled. But well...if that was making Rosie happy, in a way...maybe asking for it hadn't been that much of a bad idea.

"I really don't see the point of prohibiting the others to tickle you silly, dear...you're basically hiding such endearing reactions to your beloved ones..."

She let a giggle escape, which went completely unheard since she had moved her fingers to the side of his stomach, making his laughter raise even more.

"Y-You knohohow how to be geheheHEHEntle!..."

Rosie blinked twice, that soft smile still stuck on her lips.

"Gentle? From my point of view, it doesn't seem like this is gentle at all...or could it be that you're too sensitive and ticklish around your little tummy?"

Bingo. Alastor threw his head back on the sofa, bright laughter coming from him, his knees bending in an attempt to curl up as Rosie's fingers sped up the tickly torment.

"Come now Alastor, dear..."

"M-Mahahaybe!"

"Maybe what, mhh?"

"M-Maybe I AHAHAHAM!"

Now these were cackles: Rosie knew he was close to his breaking point.

"Maybe you're what? I don't remember...would you be so kind to refresh my memory?"

And here Alastor thought she was so gentle...but the exact moment he formed his answer, Rosie's fingernails found the back of his ribs on his left side, and a radio static-like screech came from him.

"Oh stars! So this is the spot indeed?"

The deer overlord started squirming around more, desperately trying to curl up, but soon giving up in doing so as he noticed it was only encouraging the cannibal overlord to dig deeper in the ticklish spot.

His hands went up to cover his flushed face, eventually muffling his cackles and squeals, which led Rosie to sneak a finger under his armpit for a quick scribble, making the smiling laughing demon suddenly arch his body to the side, squealing again, lowering his arm.

"Uh-uh, don't hide that smile! By the way, you're always smiling...what's the sudden need of hiding it? Hmm? Could it be I'm tickle, tickle, tickling you a bit too much?"

"Y-YES! Y-Yes it's- AHAHAH! St-stohohop!"

Rosie held in the urge to just chuckle upon hearing all that radio static in his voice, between his laughter, almost close to wheezing, his head was now shaking and his ears were adorably folded back flat in his hair.

"Alright, dear..I feel like your little itch has been scratched enough, am I right?"

Her tickling came to and end, slowly so that he could catch his breath back better, her hand resting on his stomach now.

Alastor nodded his head, quickly recovering, his usual smile now back on his face, though it certainly looked more happy now.

"Consider yourself quite lucky, darling..." he said, regaining his composure back and sitting up on the sofa, at her side "you're the only one allowed to do this, so far, as I told you the other times as well"

Rosie softened her expression, though a question couldn't help but come to her mind.

"But why might that be, I wonder?"

Alastor fixed his monocle, sighing a little.

"Others tend to...let's say, overboard" he confessed.

Rosie frowned a bit. Well, being honest, she could understand. Some people he stayed with at the hotel could get a bit...energetic, sometimes. Especially a certain spider, or a princess. But her frown got quickly replaced by a relaxed expression, as a silly tease popped into her head.

"Well..." she said "you could always stabilish boundaries"

Alastor thought for a moment. He could, for when he'll be feeling in a mood again.

"Doesn't sound too bad, honestly..."

"So that means you actually enjoyed our little playful time earlier?" Rosie giggled, hearing his breath get disturbed by radio static once again.

He shook his head slowly, chuckling at her phrase.

"Well, you got me there. Quite a good one, darling"

Maybe, he was really going to give up his thing of prohibiting the others to tickle him in the future. Maybe...asking for it really hadn't been a bad idea at all.

#kaeri writing #sfw tickles #tickle fic #hazbin hotel sfw tickle #lee!alastor #ler!rosie #hazbin hotel

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billthedrake · 8 months ago

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THE BOARDROOM (PART FOUR)

This chapter probably works better having read the previous ones.

ENGLISH AND ITALIAN TAILORING

I had been spending the winter taking some time away from The Boardroom gatherings. Some of it was giving Ethan his space and not trying to claim The Boardroom as my space, even if it kind of was. I knew my ex would flourish there, and at that point he needed it more than I did.

Besides, I was doing a lot of travel and work had been crazy busy. I had made sure to prioritize my gym and exercise time, as well as my diet. After that I didn't have a lot of energy for anything else.

I enjoyed a lot of masturbation time, for sure. I experimented with watching non-suit porn. I got off to a lot of it, but generally enjoyed going back to the tried and true suit scenes.

The Boardroom had a series of gatherings that didn't do it for me. Power Suit Night. Vests Night. Sheer Socks Night. Fashion Week. I declined at each RSVP and gave other guys a spot.

I even missed the semi-annual Executive Board Meeting, since I was out of town for work. But I was pleased to hear from Ethan that he'd been promoted to Junior Executive. His new suits and regular attendance in my absence had paid off.

Now I realized I was due to host. And maybe it was the increasingly spring weather, but my libido was bouncing back like crazy. A Boardroom party sounded like just the thing. And I had my English-tailored pinstripe suit waiting to make its debut.

I sent out the email:

"Hello Gentlemen of the Boardroom - Next meeting is devoted to English and Italian tailoring. Priority to the men with the real deal. Soft shoulder or English draping. Slim silhouette or waist suppression. RSVP English or Italian wear. Waitlist of others who appreciate European tailoring. Men not in English or Italian clothing can wear only accessories at the Boardroom this time."

"That's genius, Bill," Ken wrote, with his RSVP for Italian.

Marty had an Italian sport coat and trousers, which was good for me.

Kevin was the only other exec to RSVP, but didn't have an outfit.

But the Junior Execs and New Hires came through. Darren said he'd wear an English suit. I wasn't surprised to hear he was the only other regular with one but as it happened, an Interviewee was visiting from England and expressed interest.

John was a Junior Exec I'd not seen too much lately. After his promotion, he'd started dating someone exclusively. I guessed that was now a thing of the past, since he responded that he had an Italian suit he'd love to wear. One the Newer Hires, another Mike - Mike 2 - chimed in that he had just come back from a destination wedding in Italy and had something appropriate.

I didn't want Kevin to be the only one in just accessories, so I admitted another non-suit wearing guy, a New Hire, Rick.

Since it had been a while since I hosted, I splurged on a nice suite at the Four Seasons Downtown. I normally channeled my spare money into attire, not hotel rooms, but I figured I had saved money by not going on dates the last half a year.

I showed up early and got everything ready. Setting out lube, towels and spare tissues, along with some glasses of water to help with clean up.

Mike - Mike 2 as we called him since he's joined since Doctor Mike - was the first to show up. I didn't really know him, but he was good looking, kind of a regular 30yo gay guy, fit in that New York way. But his suit made him look killer. Nice rounded shoulders, tan color that showed off his brown hair and blue eyes.

"God, fuck, that's a nice suit, Bill," he said as he walked into the suite. I stepped back and let him get a look. Yeah, I was proud of this one. It was British tailoring, definitely, but I'd chosen a fabric and silhouette that wouldn't look too out of place in New York. I'd paired it with a pink shirt with a spread collar, a windsor knot on my repp tie, and for shoes I went with my Edward Greens.

"Thanks," I said. "You're looking amazing... nice introduction, I'd say."

"Agreed," he smiled. I could tell he was throwing hard in his suit, which I loved. I mean, all of us guys in the Boardroom had the kink, but some men just really embraced the horniness of a good suit. Mike cocked a grin. "We should probably wait for the others to fool around?"

"We don't gotta," I said. And like that, I stepped up and ran my hand along his shoulder, the light-weight wool perfectly molded to his strong delts. His hand went right for my crotch, working up my boner in my trousers.

We kissed. It was a hungry, horny kiss as our hands took in each other's suit.

Just then a knock came. I laughed as I broke up the impetuous make out session with Mike. Marty was there, with beefy Mark. Marty's sport coat was great, but maybe paled in comparison to Mike's full-on suit. Mark was in casual clothes, but as he came in, he began removing everything but a pair of socks and sock suspenders. On his meaty build, the look was pretty damn hot, especially because his cock filled out to full staff showing off for us.

Darren arrived next. He had more that English country gentleman look, the brown-green plaid looking incredible with his tall lean frame and chocolate-brown skin. Marty was already pawing at the coat and trousers. He and Darren always had some chemistry, and the English attire was drawing the man like a moth to a flame.

Over in one corner of the suite, nearly-naked, beefy Mark was on his knees, sucking Mike in full suited attire.

I enjoyed watching, squeezing my crotch, then I decided to join the action, stepping up to Mike and smiling at the cute guy. "He's good, huh?" I asked.

Mike nodded. "Why don't you pull your dick out and see for yourself." OK, Mike 2 had a domish edge that surprised me.

I grinned, reaching down to do just that. "Oh I've had his mouth," I said. I wagged my hard cock in Mark's direction and nudged it against his cheek. The guy got the picture.

"It's been a while, Bill," he said, looking up from my dick and up to my face.

"Yep," I replied. "Why don't you show me what I've been missing."

"Fuck yeah," he hissed. Mark loved sucking dick. The more the better, in his book. I grunted as I felt that talented mouth descend on my pole. It had been way too long since I'd come to Boardroom night.

Mike laughed as he watched my reaction. I looked at him and I felt that magnetic charge again. We kissed and I felt his hand run along my lapel. I was getting way too into this, but thankfully Mark pulled off and started blowing Mike. I pulled back from the kiss and looked over at the other guys.

Kevin was here now, and was on all fours on one of the beds next to Marty. Both men had their trousers pulled down and were making out while Darren went back and forth, slowly fucking in full country-estate wear.

And I noticed that Rick had arrived. I gathered he was a finance guy, from his demeanor and previous attire. But he didn't have on any clothing now, not really, given my accessories-only stipulation. And damn, the dude had a body that wouldn't quit. Ripped and toned, not huge but densely muscular build for his 5'10" body. It was an Ethan-caliber body, and the realization made me shiver a bit. Before Ethan, my taste had run fit-normal. My ex Kevin.... my Boardroom crush Pete. Regular NYC guys, my age.

Maybe it was silly to go for perfect, but it was fun to watch as Rick strutted over in just his over-the-calf socks, English-made tan oxfords, a tie tied around his neck and an expensive Swiss watch on his wrist. The only thing keeping him from being porn-star material was a smaller than average dick, which was still pretty damn appealing in its rock-hard spike as he walked over.

"Hey," he greeted, giving me a nod, but his attention more on Mike 2.

"Hey Rick," Mike grinned. They'd clearly met before. And maybe more.

They kissed.

"Nice suit, bro," Rick hissed, now running his hand along Mike's front. It was fun to watch the spark of sexual chemistry between these two late-20s guys, but yeah, I was gonna get left out.

Mark had even started sucking Rick's bone, taking advantage of the smaller size to really go to town on it. Meanwhile, Mike and Rick made out taking some breaks so Mike could watch his Boardroom buddy admire his new suit.

I should have just left them but it was hot to watch. So I stroked and stood near. Mark had gone back to Mike's bigger cock. It was hot to see him kneeling in his socks and sock suspenders, the hairness of his legs a contrast to the sheer sock fabric. Rick arched his back and I could then see that Mike had his hand wedged back into his ass, fingering and playing around with Rick's hole.

"I wanna use that ass, man," Mike grunted.

Rick nodded and like that, Mike was pushing Mark off his dick. The two didn't even acknowledge me and Mark as they made their way over to the spare bed.

"Sorry, Bill, looks like you're stuck with me," Mark said as he stood up. His dick was hard and leaking. Even if I wasn't a huge socks fetishist, I had to admit the sock garters looked great on his beefier build. Kind of that feminine/masculine contrast.

I flashed him a smile. "A-OK with me," I replied politely. "It's been a while since we connected here."

He nodded, stepping up. We didn't kiss. Partly because that wasn't Mark's MO - he was all about cock - but partly because we didn't have that natural chemistry. Still, his hands were on my suit coat.

"You have a really incredible suit," he said. "It really should be getting more attention."

He was right. About the suit, maybe, but in particular about what I was feeling wistful about. Maybe I was becoming one of the respected founding executives. A man with a great suit but not so imminently fuckable, you know?

"Wanna give it some attention?" I smirked.

I let Mark feel me up, and I got off on his near naked body in contrast to my suited one. It was fun, seeing him sensually touch the fabric and massage my body beneath it. But eventually his goal was clearly.

"OK if I suck you?" he asked.

I nodded. "Yeah, that'd be hot."

This was more transactional. I had a big dick and Mark loved to suck. This is what a sex party often was, if you stripped away the suit fetish. Two men just getting their rocks off.

And Mark was a good cocksucker. Not too fast but he knew how to work me up to a good cum before long. I held onto his head, not roughly but as a sign I was about to blast. The man moaned around my cock, telling me to let it rip. I did, blasting several hot rounds down his throat.

He milked me and worked the dribbles slowly before giving my dick a parting kiss. "I love sucking off a man in a suit," he said, taking one last look before getting up. "OK if I go find another?" he asked.

"Have at it," I grinned, taking a seat to have a break. I knew I wouldn't have another in me, but I'd enjoy seeing the guys pair up in suits. Besides, since I was hosting, I couldn't really leave.

It didn't take Mark long to find another dick to suck. Darren had gone, and Marty was getting slowly fucked by newcomer John, in a navy Italian suit. But Kevin was alone, like me watching the action while he stood in an Italian sport coat and tie, naked from the waist down. Mark got right into to place and started sucking while Kevin watched the other guys.

I looked over at the other bed. Mike 2 had clearly gotten off inside Rick and the two were on the bed, making out as a third guy in a full navy suit was now on top of Rick, working his way inside the hunk. I take it was the English guy, the Interviewee.

I watched them fuck. It was an amazing sight. The English lad had his trousers pulled down mid-thigh so I could see some of his dimpled ass flex as he thrust into the hot finance bro beneath him.

Mike 2 lay beside them, his dick now retreated back into his crotch but his eyes still showing excitement as he ran his hands up and down the English guy's coat. I don't know that his suit was overly high-quality but the English tailoring was novel, and the wool fit his form like a glove.

I turned over to see Kevin's eyes on the live sex show. These Boardroom meeting were 50 percent clothing fetish and 50 percent old fashioned sex party. Well, maybe it started out as 80/20, but increasingly it felt there was a moment like this, where some pairing would become the center of attention.

Kevin's brown eyes met mine in recognition. He was my ex from my early 30s, and to this day we had a kind of telepathy. He was thinking the same thing as me, and he was getting turned on. I watched the guy as he humped into Beefy Mark's mouth and started cumming.

It was a great spectacle to watch. I didn't really have the hots for Kevin these days, but his love of suited sex still could get me going.

The only bad thing was I missed the English guy's orgasm. He was sliding off the bed and hiking up his trousers while he fetched a spare cloth to clean off his hard uncut prick still jutting up from a creamy white midsection.

"Heya," he greeted as he walked over to me, tucking in and buckling back up.

"Hi," I said. "You must be Gavin."

"Indeed I am," he said. He reminded me of English Ben who I met at a Boardroom party and whom I reconnected with on my last trip to London. "Great party."

"Thanks," I said. "Great to have newcomers. You visiting New York?"

Maybe because we'd both gotten off, it felt fine to be chatty. The guy picked up a water bottle for a swig. "Yah, here on work, but added a couple days for holiday."

"Glad you could come," I said. "You were fun to watch." OK, maybe I was being flirty, and maybe I had a weakness for the accent.

"Thanks." He grinned and took another sip. I could tell he was flattered but that I wasn't his type. "I'm going to get going. But OK if I reach out again, next time I'm in town?"

"Absolutely," I said. And I watched Gavin leave the suite.

In fact, the guys pretty much were filing out pretty quickly. I didn't expect anyone to stay over, but as Rick and Mike 2 left together, with a clear chemistry between them, I kind of wished I wasn't going to spend the night in this hotel suite alone.

SUSPENDERS NIGHT

"Sorry I didn't make the party, Bill," Ethan said in our Monday workout. I was up to two sessions with him a week. No more comped ones - I paid him the full fee, though I gathered he socked some of that away in a special savings account dedicated to his clothing habit. It was wild to see a guy like him, young and athletic, embrace the suit fetish lifestyle. I sometimes wonder if that was New York, the way it nurtured a subculture like ours. Elsewhere Ethan certainly would have gotten off on suited men but maybe it wouldn't have developed for him like it did.

I set down the dumbbells he had me lifting. I gave him a friendly but direct look. "It's working out best that we keep to separate parties I suppose."

He nodded in agreement, then added. "I know. It's just, I guess that's the first Boardroom meeting you've hosted since I've joined. I feel bad for not going."

I felt a twinge of something. Regret, guilt, sadness, all rolled into one. But I tried to keep a poker face. "Like I say, Ethan, it's OK. For real."

He seemed to be trying on his poker face too. "I didn't have any English or Italian suit to wear anyway."

I grinned and Ethan knew why. That meant he'd have been mostly naked. That was kind of our thing when we were an item, and fortunately he laughed.

"Yeah you wouldn't have minded that," he said. I don't know, somehow the flirting helped break the tensions some. He set me up on the cable machine for the next set and said quietly, "I have been saving up for some proper English shoes."

"Yeah?" I asked. Ethan was a big foot/shoe guy, so it wasn't a surprise.

He nodded. "I know you'd advise against it, Bill, you know focus my money elsewhere, but it's what's gonna make me happy."

"You should go for it, Ethan. Splurge on those bad boys." I did my set, which was harder than I expected. In his own laid back way, Ethan was really pushing me today. I stepped back after and continued my thought. "You know I don't have to approve of your purchases... I mean, I hope you don't think I'm controlling."

He shrugged. "Not controlling. More, I just... well, you were kind of a mentor to me, and you still are... I don't want to think I don't respect your advice."

"My advice is to enjoy the hell out of your new shoes."

Ethan laughed. "I don't have 'em yet, Bill."

"Is this a way of saying your going to raise your rate on me?" I teased.

His eyes twinkled. God he was a cute fucker. "Nah.... but if you ever feel like squeezing an extra session in...."

"Let's do it," I said.

That surprised Ethan. "I was just kidding, Bill. I didn't mean..."

"I know. But it'll be good. Ethan's shoe fund. And an extra installment on my beach bod plan."

"If you're sure," he said.

"As long as you can work around my schedule," I said. Work had been pretty hectic lately.

"I will," he said. His whole posture was more confident now. I think it was the excitement of getting his shoes, but something else.

He put me through the paces for a few more sets and as we were wrapping up, he pulled out his phone to schedule my third session for the week.

"You sure, Bill?" he asked.

"Sure I'm sure."

He smiled and we figured out a good time. Then, as I was about to head to the locker room to change, Ethan asked in a low voice. "You going to suspenders night?"

This was George's turn at hosting and he'd put out a call for suspenders/braces. The great thing about the idea was how open it was to different clothing styles.

"I was thinking about it," I said. "But if you're going..." I hadn't explicitly made an agreement with Ethan to avoid the meetups he went to, but it was clear that I did.

"I want to," he said. "But you don't have to say no on my account. I think we've been pretty mature about stuff."

We had. Ethan especially. I was the one who'd called things off, and he seemed to get back on his game just fine. I gathered that he might not be dating anyone serious but he was getting back into the dating scene. Good for him.

"I guess, so," I said.

***

It had been too long since I fucked Pete. But when he showed up at the Boardroom Meeting and we made eye contact, we just knew the chemistry was still there. We played with some of the other guys - Mike 1, the young doctor, who was in his trad element, and Rob, who was in a really fucking nice suit - subtle pinstripe, bengal stripe shirt, and solid gaberdine tie. Unlike me the guys had showier suspenders - Rob's beneath his suit coat, Mike and Pete showing off their suspenders in shirt sleeves. Pete had white cuffs on an oxford stripe shirt, which was a nice vintage touch. His body was pretty fantastic in it too.

He had some group kissing and stroking and BJ swapping before Pete and I took the arrival of George to pull away from the guys to take to the bed.

Ethan was on the other bed, in just his dress shirt and tie, as Tom Stephenson lie on top of him, fully clothed and kissing and thrusting into my ex. That somehow ignited my jealousy, but I pushed that thought right back down. I was going to be the grown up.

Besides Pete was way hot. He was pulling off his suspenders and undoing his trousers. Turning around he shucked his pants and got into doggy position. I was very grateful at that moment that Pete's husband let him come into the city to play on occasion. And a little mad at myself for the idea I'd love to steal the guy away.

I got in place and started munching Pete's hole. Nice and clean, it seemed to suck my tongue in. It had been too long for him, too, I knew. I took my time, taking a pause now and then to admire his ass and to lube my dick up. But pretty soon, my cock ached to fuck. I crawled up onto Pete's body, feeling the heat between his shirt and mine as I pushed my dick into place.

"Please Bill," he hissed, at a volume only I could hear.

His hole was perfectly tight as I entered him. But the excitement was all of Pete. His perfectly meaty bod, his handsomeness, his clothes. How much he wanted me. Maybe I was going too hard and too fast but Pete bucked against me a couple of times to give me the green light. I took it. My humping got harder and faster as I kissed along his neck, smelling his cologne and feeling his shirt color against my cheek.

I was getting hot, too hot in my suit, but that also fed my lust. I shot, hard.

"Yes," Pete sighed, now pulling at his dick while I did my best to keep pushing in and other. Not as fast or urgent, but the slow stroke was probably better for his pleasure.

I felt the man get his orgasm beneath me, and I gave him another, final kiss of appreciation to the neck.

We uncoupled and enjoyed embracing and making out in our clothing. I was aware other guys were having fun around us, and a part of me wanted to show Ethan I could have some fun too.

Finally, Pete pulled back and gave a wistful smile. "I gotta get going." By now, some were leaving the party, and I'd lost track of time.

"Yeah," I said. I was hard again now, and my cock was sticking out. I wasn't usually good for getting off twice at one of these gatherings, but it had been a few days since I'd cum, and being with Pete had me amped up.

Pete reached down and grabbed my hardon, stroking it and admiring how it jutted out of my suit trousers. "Want me to take care of this before I go?"

I did, but I also wanted some more time to recharge. "Nah," I said. I leaned in and placed my mouth at his ear. "But fucking you was perfect," I whispered. "I missed being in you."

I felt his body shiver, and I felt bad. I was pushing the envelope and maybe enjoying doing that too much.

He pulled away. His own dick was firm and he did the work of tucking it in as he sat up in bed. He gave me a once over as he shook his head. "Great seeing you, Bill," he said.

I tried to apologize non verbally, patting his shirt-clad back. "I'll let you go," I said softly.

"Another kiss?" he asked.

I met him for just that.

When he finally left I was rock hard. George and one of the New Hires, Matt, were making out on the bed, caught up in their own connection. I thought of joining them, but didn't want to impose or be the third wheel.

Just then, I saw Ethan walk out of the bathroom, face flushed. He'd put his suit back on, suspenders and all, and retied his tie. He had a sheepish, shy look on his face, until he saw my boner jutting out and then he broke into a grin.

I couldn't help but laugh in response. We'd been trying to compartmentalize things, but here we were now, face to face, the sexual activity of the evening apparent.

Ethan's brown eyes met mine, searching for permission. I'm not sure if I gave it to him, or he was going to wait for it. He took a couple of steps forward and then crouched in front of me. My dick twitched as he did and Ethan took in the sight with a smile. I thought he was going to suck me right then and there but instead he scooted back and leaned down further. Kissing one shoe, then the other. I'd warn some brogued cordovan Aldens and Ethen sucked in the smell of the leather before licking.

"Fuck," he hissed, as he used his tie to wipe off the spit. I could sense how turned on he was to be able to indulge his shoe fetish. To my knowledge none of the Board members, at least the regulars, were into that. Ethan knew I wouldn't mind him having some shoe play, and would even get off on his horniness.

"Jesus, guys, you're getting kinky," I heard George say.

He and Matt were now lying back in bed, their clothes dishelved and their bodies clearly ih post-coital relaxation.

I saw Ethan flinch and blush. I gave him a soft pat on the shoulder and looked back up at the other guys. "It's something I've wanted to try," I lied.

George nodded. "Well, Matt here's big into wristwatches. Can't keep his eyes off this baby," he said, holding up his arm, sporting an expensive watch.

Matt blushed some, and I felt bad, like this should be the place where guys could just enjoy their kinks. I gave a reassuring smile. "I bet you'd like a wristwatch theme night, huh?" I asked Matt.

"Fuck yeah," he grinned. The guy was younger, maybe a few years older than Ethan, and cute. Professional gay guy who get to let loose some at these events.

My hardon had flagged by that point and Ethan had stood up. The spell was broken. "I'll probably get going," I announced as I tucked in and zipped up. I did my best to make myself presentable. I turned to Ethan. "You staying?"

It was a question laden with a lot of possibilities and I could Ethan trying to read me with his eyes. I reached behind him and tapped his suited ass. A quick gesture, but he knew I was up for fooling around.

Without missing a beat he turned to the other guys. "I think I'll head out too. It was a great Meeting, George," he said. "One of the best."

George grinned. He placed his arm around Matt. George was always after new meat and had a preference for younger guys. I had the feeling the two were going to enjoy the night together.

"Seriously, Matt," I said as I picked up my phone and slid it into my suit pocket. "We'll think about the watch idea. We haven't done that before." The guy gave a smile.

We bid good night, and Ethan and I walked silently to the elevators, smiles on our faces as we fed off our lust.

"What are we doing, Boss?" he asked. I could tell he was afraid to pose the question, but someone had to think with his head and not his dick.

The door opened and we got in. There were other people in, so Ethan and I rode down in baited breath, silent.

We were out on the street before I spoke. "If it's just fun, I'll deal with that," I said. "But I want to be your boyfriend, Ethan. For real."

That caught him off guard. "What about just now? With Pete?" he asked softly. I could tell he was as jealous to see me with Pete as I was with Tom. Maybe more.

"I don't know what to say," I said. "I mean, it was the Boardroom."

He shrugged. "You guys have a thing. Everyone knows it, Bill."

I thought about it. Thought about why I felt a connection to Ethan so soon after having sex with Pete. "It's only because Pete and I never actually dated. But say the word I won't so much as lay a hand on him."

I saw a smile form on Ethan's lips as he looked over at me. "You're serious, aren't you?"

I nodded, feeling vulnerable because I was overcome by how suddenly my revelation had hit me. I knew I'd suppressed a lot of my feelings for Ethan. "I was an asshole before. But I miss you Ethan."

His face got a real emotional seriousness. "Can I kiss you, Boss?"

I nodded. And right there in the middle of the sidewalk we kiss. Softly, just a little tongue.

"Damn," I said.

"Yeah," Ethan sighed. He ran his fingers along my lapel. I knew we'd go home and have some amazing suit sex, and that made the emotional part of this even more powerful. "You know, when you stood up for me earlier... for the shoe thing... that was kind of great."

I winked. "I like how you show me new things, stud." I patted his shoulder. "You wanna head to my place and have some shoe play?"

He shook his head. "How bout my place, Bill? You never come over there."

There was a reason for that. Ethan lived in a tiny walk up apartment. But it was time for me to give as well as take. "All right," I said.

***

Ethan's place was tidy but pretty fucking small. But there was no place I'd rather be at that moment. He lay on the floor on a yoga-workout mat, in his Brooks Brothers charcoal suit and striped shirt, paisley pocket square and wool tie, his hard dick sticking out of his crotch. I slowly, teasingly ran my shoe along his boner as he looked up at me hungrily.

"God, Bill," he hissed.

My own dick was out of my suit pants again, sticking out straight, but I wasn't doing anything with it. I was enjoying giving Ethan his jollies.

"You like that leather," I said. Half question, half comment.

"God yes," he said. "You think I'm messed up?" he half asked in return.

I shook my head. "Stud, if my shoes are what keeps you interested in me, that works for me."

He grunted as he watched me bend down to unlace my Aldens. "It's not like that," he objected.

I grinned and winked as I slid my shoe off. "If it is, that's OK, Ethan," I said. Then I knelt down, still fully in my suit and slid that cordovan Alden oxford over Ethan's erection.

"Shit," he gasped as his dick made contact with the interior leather.

I leaned in and kissed him, briefly. "This comfortable?" I asked as I slid it up and down.

He nodded. This was turning him on, a lot. "I'm gonna cum if you keep doing this," he said in a clipped voice.

"Do it," I instructed him.

Ethan's eyes grew wider as he met mine in silent sexual communication and his face grew redder. He was a cute and very hunky young man, and I was lucky I even had a chance with him. I was lucky that he was crushed out on me. And he only grew more handsome when he had his orgasm.

"UUUNNNMMMHFF!" he growled in release. Then falling back into a relaxed position, he broke into a smile. "Damn, that was incredible," he finally said.

I pulled off my shoe, trying not to overstimulate his prick. Normally, the first thing I'd be doing is cleaning it, but I not held it up and looked inside. Ethan had cum a lot and I could see his pearly seed drip down from the toe to the padded heel area. I shocked Ethan and shocked myself by bringing it closer, up to my face, and sticking my tongue in to taste his fresh seed.

"Fuck, Boss," he gasped. "No way am I going soft now," he said with a laugh.

I handed him my shoe. "Think this puppy will keep you turned on enough to let me fuck you?"

Ethan was younger than me and had more of a sexual stamina. But this was purely Ethan in overheated mode. He'd never had a man indulge his foot fetish like I was doing now. I watched as he excitedly reached down to undo his suspenders. I helped him take off his Allen Edmonds, plainer brown cap toes, then pull off his dark gray trousers. His dick was angry red and overstimulated but still hard.

"On the bed?" I asked. There was something fun and naughty about having sex on his bedroom floor, but I knew a mattress would be more comfortable than that thin mat.

We got up on the bed, and I met him for a kiss, deeper this time. I wasn't going to rush this, but I knew I had to be back inside Ethan, that evening. I'd be fucking on Tom Stephenson's sperm and god knows if anyone else's, but we could deal with that.

As Ethan wrapped his legs around my waist and I ran my cock around his hole, feeling the still slick traces of lube in his crack, I looked into his eyes.

"We'll figure out the Boardroom stuff, if you still wanna go," I said, a quiver in my voice. "But let me know what you need from me, Ethan."

He nodded, excited. "You, too, Bill." I could see in his face and hear in his voice the man's desire to be wanted. I hadn't given Ethan that before.

I pushed into him. His hole was relaxed and wet. And even if I was jealous of Tom Stephenson, I was glad for the extra lubrication. Ethan's hole felt nice and wet and snug against my thrusting prick, and the man was primed to take the urgency of my fuck.

I humped away, and Ethan looked up into my eyes and felt up my suit coat and tie. From the evening, I was sweating into my clothes and it would all need a good dry clean. It would be worth it.

"Faster, Boss," he urged. This wasn't about him, but rather his desire to see me get off.

I nodded to him, wordlessly communicating that I was close.

I had both hands on the bed, but I pulled one up to start feeling up Ethan's tie. He looked really fucking perfect in a repp tie. Clean-cut, masculine, like an athlete at an awards banquet or a small-town businessman.

I choked back my grunts but Ethan knew I was cumming hard. I powered my hips in and locked in place as I seeded him up. His words of encouragement as strong as the hands feeling up my suit.

I finally pulled out and let his legs to the side as I eased down on his suited body. We were maybe messed up that we needed to play dress up to have sex, but we were messed up together. This felt right.

I could even feel the guy's heart beat between our layers of clothing as his strong grip held me close.

"You're staying over the night, Bill," he said.

It was a bossy tone I'd only heard from him in the gym before.

"Yeah," I said. I pulled up and looked at him. His face was flush and his hair was a little mussed. "You ever slept in your suit?"

He seemed amused by the idea. "No. Have you?"

I shook my head no. "Might be fun, though... But maybe we can start with just shirt and tie."

Ethan was still hard, but after getting off a couple of times that evening he didn't seem eager to get off again. I watched him take off his coat and drop the undone suspenders. I slowly removed my suit, suspenders and trousers.

"Is this gonna mess up our ties?" he asked.

"Maybe," I said. "But at the worst we'll each have a play tie to add to the collection."

I let Ethan wash up first. "There's a spare toothbrush in the medicine cabinet," he offered when I stepped in. And once I was done in the bathroom, he had a glass of water to offer me.

"You sleepy?" he asked as we slid under the covers together, in our dress shirts and ties. I could feel his naked legs slip against mine and his genitals press against my crotch. This felt nice.

"Not really," I said. "Wanna stay up and talk?"

So that's what we did. We talked about dating and how it could work this time. What would need to be different, but what we missed about before.

"I don't want that easygoing part to go away, Bill," Ethan said. "Maybe things were too easygoing, but I like how you were my friend first."

"I still am," I assured him. "And you client," I winked. "You do good work."

He laughed. "Thanks. You needed to be whipped into shape," he quipped. It was bossy Ethan, and I knew it was a joke, but I still had to speak to the elephant in the room.

"Listen, I know you could find a guy with a much better body than mine."

He didn't miss a beat. "I want a body that looks great in a suit, Boss."

He didn't give me a chance to reply, he just leaned in for a kiss. I returned it and like that we were making out. It was about 1AM and I knew I didn't want this night to end. I felt Ethan's cock grow firm again against me and I loved the contrast between his hard nakeness and his clothed torso. Our shirts were now damp and our bodies warm.

Unbelievably, my own cock responded by firming up again.

"You wanting to get off?" I asked, running my hands over the bulging biceps in his shirt sleeves.

He thought for a second and shook his head. "Let's save it till morning, Bill."

"Sounds good," I said.

We kissed a little more and then got truly sleepy. As Ethan turned out the light, I realized I hadn't felt this giddy and excited in a long while.

#drakestories

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zzzykiek · 6 months ago

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"Play it Sweet"

2P!Alastor x fem!OC reader

Current chapter is SFW but future chapters will not be so minors please DNI

*please don't repost or share without credit thank you!*

Chapter 1 - Doodled a Demon

The argument was the same every time. “It will corrupt the children!”Blah, blah, blah. Another round of bans for your library.

“Just because it is here doesn't mean they will or have to read it,” your voice went a little louder than you planned.

They continued arguing, completely ignoring you. No longer able to control your anger, you stiffened, breaking your pencil in the process. Your attention was drawn to the symbols you had been absentmindedly drawing, and then to the trickle of blood streaming from the prick you had inflected right before the meeting. Low blood sugar mixed with this idiotic group was not a good combo. You stood and headed for the break room. You halted as you heard moaning… (WTF who the hell…)

You rounded the corner and heard a yip as you registered the blue figure under the break room table, doughnut in hand, white cream dripping from his mouth.

“Aww, don't tell me you took the last headlight doughnut” you spoke softly seeing the almost-scared look in the piercing blue eyes of the young man. Internally you knew what he was, but you always loved to play with the entities you summoned; it was the best way to get a feel for their power and personality. His eyes scanned your frame as a little pink hue graced his cheeks (how cute….).

“I-I, I’m Sorry,,, they smelled so sw-sweet I-I couldn't resist,” his timid, soft, yet slightly static filled voice caused a slight shiver you failed to control. Hopefully, the being in front of you didn't notice.

You gently plopped yourself under the table next to him, causing him to gasp softly as your body settled against his. He had to be fairly tall, as his legs were scrunched up against him but his feet still stuck out from the table edge. You had a good couple of inches to spare from yours and his knees sat higher. Next move planned— that bit of cream was still at the corner of his mouth— you took a moment to take in his form; height accounted for, you noted his attire, blue and white fitted pinstripe suit. He was so thin (maybe you should let him finish that doughnut) and so pale his skin was almost white, which was curious, as most other entities looked like they were made of soot or fire. You couldn't deny he was the most attractive hell spawn you had yet managed to conjure. Soft-looking white-tipped blue hair and droopy ears were punctuated with small white antlers.

“Oh deer,” you gently placed your hand under his chin and were surprised as he sighed and leaned into it. “Can't let that go to waste.” A soft moan escaped him as your thumb brushed his lower lip and swiped the cream from his mouth. You winked as you licked your finger, not prepared that his eyes could get any bigger or bluer. They were glowing now, and you could feel he was shaking slightly.

You retrieved your notebook from beside you, “I suppose I should thank you for answering my call, though for once I didn't plan this one.” You laughed showing the page of doodles that had served as his invitation.

His mouth moved for a few beats, but no words came out; he took a deep breath and reached in his coat pocket pulling out something small and yellow, before throwing it in his mouth (do demons need medicine?) Another deep breath and the tremors radiating from his body stopped.

“Well you had to have some need….. f -for assistance for you to call me here”

“What if I just wanted some company” you teased leaning toward him. His body shivered. (So he liked that idea)

“I-I-I I would be willing to answer a call like..” his face flushed pink as his eyes scanned your face and dropped for a second to the neckline of your dress. He snapped his gaze back to your eyes, releasing the next word in a breathy sigh, "That…..b-b-but it takes more intention than com-com-company to call me forth.” You couldn't help but notice his free hand making a come hither motion as he stumbled over the same syllable. You failed to hide the smirk on your face, and your reaction made him go slightly rigid, his face turning red, emitting an almost purple aura as the blush mixed with the glow from his blue eyes.

You chuckled, “I suppose that aspect will be a bonus to our arrangement. My intentions were driven by anger from the meeting I was trapped in. Should technically still be in there, but they don't listen to me anyway. Hence the unconscious request for assistance. First time I've doodled a demon to earth.” You met his eyes, eager to see his reaction to you calling him out.

To your surprise, he actually relaxed some at your admittance to summoning him. “So you know, w-w-what I am..?"

“If I didn't, I would have ran away positively spooked by the deer man with a commanding aura under the table…. No matter how cute he was.” You brought your hand up to his very rosy cheek, but before you made contact you heard the meeting room doors open.

“Shit! Please tell me you have a human disguise.”

Notes------

2P Alastor originates from the folllowing

https://anic-mj.tumblr.com/post/627521842542936064/2palastorblueberry/amp

#hazbin alastor #human alastor #hazbin hotel x reader #alastor x reader #alastor smut #alastor #2p alastor #2p!alastor

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lokifys · 11 months ago

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SUMMARY: A twisted life of Lokius that takes place in the 1960s.

[TW DISTURBING CONTENT. Angst, fluff, nsfw, blood, horror and unsettling moments. Also inspired by WandaVision and The Truman Show. Read at your own risk please]

"Morning." Loki spoke with a raspy morning voice, as he finds himself laid beside Mobius. He probably accidentally fell asleep on his bed and Mobius wasn't going to sleep anywhere else. Besides, they were together now. Sleeping beside one another shouldn't be weird.

The mortal shifted his body upon hearing the voice of his lover. It would be a lie to say that he didn't enjoy hearing his voice in the morning. Finding Loki's warm presence by his side, he turned his head to his left and stared at the god, whose raven locks were sprinkled all over his pillow.

"I'm going to need to start getting used to this new sight every morning." Mobius said hoarsely. He tried to play it off cool but the look of adoration and love in his eyes said otherwise.

The new lovers were finally fitting in with each other in their new home, happy and safe. Of course, it would take a lot of time for them to get used to waking up to each other but it's not ever an issue or a problem. In fact, the past few days together have been amazing.

Their routine was as follows: morning comes, they lavished each other with affection, maybe going further more into each other's pants. Mobius would always shower first, followed by Loki. They'd have breakfast which they made together and when they're done with their meal, Mobius would leave for work.

W̶h̶a̶t̶ w̶o̶r̶k̶?̶

Loki would stay home, await for his lover to come back and when he does, they spend their time close to each other, doing their own thing in silence.

Today was different. Loki was aware of Mobius' romantic nature, wanting to do something extraordinary for his beloved on this occasion. So, he decided to organize an exquisite candlelit dinner, certain that it would make his partner swoon. In summary, the prince was excited

The time came, and the minute Mobius walked in, Loki had already made the initiative to take his coat for him, which had taken the man aback since Loki hasn't done such an act since the past few days they had lived together. He was greeted with a smile from Loki as the god guided him through the house and to the dinner table.

"Woah, this you?" Mobius exclaimed, looking at the beautiful feast in front of him, a vase full of flowers and a candle in the middle. It was romantic. Something you'd see out of a rom-com movie.

Loki responded, "Yes, Mobius. All me. It was nothing really. Easy to come up with."

"So you can be romantic."

"I don't think it's that romantic."

Mobius chuckled, recognizing Loki's attempts to downplay his handiwork behind the romantic dinner. Yet, as his ears greeted with one of his favorite old musical tracks, his eyes sparkled with affection, delighted by how Loki remembered his playlist of beloved songs.

The prince saw the twinkle in his eyes and begin to feel proud of himself. He immediately brought his man to his seat, taking a chair out for him. He then went to his, placing the napkin on his own lap.

The two dug into the delicious meal and chatted the night away. They talked about various things like Mobius' work, his colleagues drama and many more. But there was something interesting that came up which got Loki intrigued.

"So, you remember Casey, right? Well, he invited me to this neighborhood party that happens tomorrow which frankly, I never even heard of until he told me. He said I should bring my wife along, aka you, and I knew you probably wouldn't want to go since you mentioned how you didn't want to interact with any of our neighbors but uh, Casey seems to think you don't exist and that I don't have a partner. Would you like to prove him wrong?"

Loki chewed his food as he thought, wondering whether if he had the capacity to meet new people. Obviously, altering his gender never posed a serious problem for him considering he was genderfluid. The bigger problem was his ability to keep a courteous demeanor for a long period of time. Since they were new, Loki didn't want to mess things up with their new home. It seemed wherever he goes, disaster follows. This time, he wished for things to be different. A new start.

He thought but remained silent, which led Mobius to speak. "You could use your magic, you know? Do the switcheroo you do sometimes."

"I know. I wasn't going to out there as a male. We would get flamed. I was thinking about having to smile for hours. That sounds like torture."

"If you don't want to then that's fine. Not forcing ya."

The Asgardian could see the slight disappointment in his face and after a few mouthful of his chicken, he decided to give his final answer, "Fine, I'll go. Only if we get to do one thing tonight."

"What's that?" Mobius already kind of knew what Loki had wanted. They haven't really gotten super into it for a while now other than a few touches down there every morning, but it seemed like tonight was a good time for some spice in the bedroom.

And so, on a certain night, the two were intimately engaged, Mobius on top, grinding slowly into Loki. Their sounds of arousal and joy filled the room, along with the thuds of each push. Only lust and love permeated their beings. Soon, Mobius's pace quickened, his hands intertwined with Loki's as he neared climax. His pelvis thrusted forcefully, his lips against Loki's neck. Eventually, his seed was released into Loki, slowly spilling out, and his intense rutting eventually eased.

"I love you...you know that." Mobius whispered into Loki's ear, while he was still in him. He pulled out which earned another small groan from the god and they both embraced each other lovingly till they fell asleep.

Ẅ̶̧̻͈̣̄̇͛̍̐̆̂͝ą̵̛̣̗̝̰̰͇̤͚̹͎̞̯̭̫̾̎́̊̎͛̽͐̾̆̓͒͐̍̃̒͗͗̉̌̚̚̕͘̚͝ͅk̴̨͖͕̞̝̻̟̠̫̰̓̒͒̍̊̆͂̃̀̕͜͠e̸̡̨̨̡̫͖͚̟̣͖̜̜̫̤̹͚̟̩̫̫̯̔͂͋̈̓͗͂͂͑̀̽̑̉̂̽̚͜͝͝͠ ̸̢̢̠̫͍͚̦̗̭̖͙̜͚͇͎̳̤͓͗̔͒́̊͒̄̂̌̋̒̑͒̄̚̚ͅu̴̢͙̜̱̝͇̎̀͒̈̂̈́̌̃̔̌͆͗͝p̴̧̛̮̣̙̺̮̩̀̓́́͊̚͝ ̶̧͓̬̗͎̘̦̖͇̖̻͖͊̅̄͑̂̌̄̌̈́̂͋̈́̓̕͜Ẅ̸̢̛̗͓͉̫̲̙̦̜͈̲̗͗̀͋̍̋̓͑̔̎͜a̸̧̡̢͔̼̰̝̲̘̬̙͍͍̟̲̣͓̙͉̭̦͇̯͑̇͆̉̉̇̆͊́͗͗̆̐̑̀̀͗̓̒̋̕͝͝͝͝ķ̴͕̣͎̹̜͖̻̯̳̺̮͇͙̻̭̣͎̝̬̞̺́͒̈́͐͗͐̀̆͌͠ͅẽ̵̜͑̉̑̾̆͋̔͂͗͌̂̈́̄͗́̃́̒̕͘ ̴͈̲̠̜̯͓͉̱͎̭͓͎̟̫̥̹͚̻͉̠͖̉͜͝u̴̡͉̗̼̱͓͔̜̟̙̟̍̍͌̑̈̽̑̽͋̑̐p̷̡̢̛͍̖̙̙͇̄̐͋͊̊͊͗̃̉̀͑̎̿̐̇͛̉͂̓̔̉͗͐̉̊̚͝͝ͅ ̷̢̧̟͙̹͙̺̠͓͎̙̯̤̰̤̫̻̻̬̰̫̩̺̅̄̔̀͑̅̿̓̆͗̉͐́͋̓̊͂͑͑̑̓́͆͆̋̌͗̔͌͠Ẅ̸̬̖͙̘̭͔̰͍̯̣̠̤͎͔͈́̈̇̊̀̇̒̋ͅͅͅą̸͎͈̮̤̯̳̪̭̹̋́͊͐͆͑̓̿̌̅̎͐̋̄͊͐͌̀̎̒̽͜͝͝͝k̵̢̧̘͇̯̯͈̰̘͉̹͖̗̋̐̔̑̊͌̒̈̅͆̊̔͒̀̋̈́̃ȩ̷̹̺͍̠̥̫͎̥͈̤̤̀̒ ̵̩̬̖̥̹̭͙̲͍͉̠͉̥̤͑̉͊́̄̈́̏̉̋̃̕̕ͅų̷̫̗̱̝̟̍̆̔̊͜p̶̡̨̗̪̺͖̬̓͑̀̃͌̈́͌́̊̉̽̄̚̕͠

It was finally time for the two to head out for the party and as much as Loki was starting to dread it, he was also curious on how the neighborhood looked. He hasn't explored the area since they arrived. In fact, he couldn't ̷r̷e̷m̷e̷m̷b̷e̷r̷ ̷h̷o̷w̷ ̷t̷h̷e̷y̷ ̷g̷o̷t̷ ̷h̷e̷r̷e̷. All he knew was that it was a small town and everyone apparently knew everybody. Well, except for Loki since he doesn't show himself.

Mobius signaled the Asgardian on his appearance and was reminded that he was still in his male form. So, he quickly transformed and was in her female appearance, and she was stunning as ever. Mobius' eyes started going down onto her cleavage and Loki shot her lover a seductive look, knowing he was probably super turned on at the moment.

"Eyes up, love." She teased.

The man smirked but turned around to open the door for Loki, gesturing for her to walk first. While she strut out with her beautiful green dress, Mobius took the time to admire her curves and the way the dress fitted perfectly on her. He has seen Loki as a female from time to time so it wasn't the first but seeing her in that dress was a sight for sore eyes.

The two took the car to their destination, Mobius being the driver. Song on the radio was "Daydream Believer" by The Monkees and Mobius quickly turned up the volume, blasting it through the car. He sang along to it as Loki simply tapped her fingers to the rhythm with a satisfied smile on her face.

"To a, daydreamm believer and a, homecoming queeeen!"

Once the song had finished, they had nicely arrived at the neighborhood party. The house was huge and the gathering was brimming with occupants. There was music playing from inside the house. Kids were seen running around in the huge garden, laughing away. This was their chance to show this town who the best couple was. Mobius went out of the car first which already had people staring from afar, wanting to see who the wife was. He then went to the other side to get the door for Loki, who emerged gracefully with her foot first and then the remainder of her body.

The women present turned their heads instantly upon Loki's elegant arrival. They didn't imagine Mobius' wife to be so stunning. The men sneakily eyed her, which somewhat riled Mobius. However, he refused to let this bother him. He was aware that they had captured everyone's interest, and Loki seemed rather pleased by the attention she was receiving.

The couple of the house immediately walked out to greet the two, the wife shooting a dirty look at Loki.

"We didn't think you were going to make it," remarked the wife, Donna, in a sharp tone.

The husband, Brad, promptly followed up, "Yeah, we even believed that you had no such wife, Mobius. Seems you've been hiding such a ravishing beauty all this while?"

Upon hearing that from her husband, Donna who had her hands on Brad started squeezing her nails into him, receiving a wincing sound from him. Clearly she wasn't into Loki at all since she was taking all the attention away and Mobius found that awkward.

After they've been introduced with everyone and had met up with their friend Casey, Mobius pulled Loki away to somewhere private to talk, uncomfortable with the situation. "Can't believe I'm saying this but, do you want to leave early? I hate that there's already bad vibes between you and the woman of this house. She's literally the leader of the community service. Make her angry and god knows how our life would be from now on."

Loki seemed a bit offended, as if it felt like it was her fault, "Are you blaming me?"

"No, it's just, look, she's already mad at you probably because you look stunning as ever and you definitely took all the attention away but she clearly is the big boss of this town and everyone worships her. Either you try and talk to her or we leave now."

"You don't get to tell me what to do, Mobius. Why are you acting like it's my fault that I'm beautiful? You want me to switch back to my male form now?"

"Loki, it's not your fault. I love you but I'm just scared for us. You already have powers that need to be kept hidden and we just moved in here. I want the best for us."

The goddess of mischief went silent for a while, knowing Mobius was right. Despite loving the attention, she knew she had to make sure they don't mess this up especially since they both just moved in. Maybe if it was a month in, drama wouldn't be a problem but it's just been two weeks.

Loki sighed, rolling her eyes. "Fine, I'll talk to her. Don't blame me if she gets more agitated."

Before Mobius could respond, Loki was already walking away, about to have a heart to heart talk with Donna. The man stood there, hoping things played out right.

Loki found Donna hidden in her kitchen, cutting up some apples into slices. The two were alone which gave the goddess an opportunity to talk to her. She walked up slowly and Donna immediately turned, already shooting a disapproving glare.

"Hello, Donna. Listen, I hope I haven't made you upset in any way. It isn't my intention." Loki clarified and was straight to the point, trying to sound sincere as possible.

Donna didn't seem to speak or look at Loki for a while and only after was she finished slicing the apples, she responded to her.

"I'm intrigued actually, where do you come from? I usually know everything about the people here but you? I know absolutely nothing."

Loki hesitated, "I'm..." She couldn't say anything.

Donna's words were tinged with an attitude of suspicion as she approached Loki.

"I have heard about Mobius. I have seen Mobius before. But I have never seen you," she uttered, coming to a close proximity to the Goddess.

"You see, terrible things happened ever since the arrival of you two. It's a weird coincidence, don't you think?"

This was the first time Loki had even heard of anything bad that has happened here. She thought this was a lovely neighborhood. But to think Donna is suspecting Loki of being related to those horrible things makes her angry. She retaliated.

"That's a nice conspiracy theory, Donna. But I'm afraid I have no idea what you're talking about."

"STOP THE LIES!" For some reason, the mortal woman had snapped, the knife that was used to cut the apples was immediately pointed at Loki. The Asgardian was appalled and backed away, both hands out trying to pacify Donna.

"You don't get to come into my house, dress like a whore and steal my spotlight! You're disgusting. You should DIE!"

In a split second, she took the knife and started slicing her own throat, blood starting to flow out in one line. Loki's eyes widened at the shocking sight and immediately gasped. The blood spilled down to the ground, causing a pool at her feet. However, the woman wasn't dead. She stood with a bloody neck, looking at Loki demonically. "Wake up."

And suddenly, Loki was starting to gain awareness as if she's realizing something. She didn't want to. She wanted to suppress it. What went from a look of horror turned into anger. Loki was not going to deal with this today. Not right now.

"No."

Wait what?

Loki was puzzled. Didn't he already go through this before? He recalled a nightmare he had about a neighborhood party. It felt real. What made him more concerned was that he found Mobius missing from the bed all of a sudden. Was his mind now playing tricks on him? Loki immediately got out of bed and wore whatever clothes he could grab, immediately searching the house for Mobius. He was nowhere to be found.

The next thing he did was to dial his work place and hope someone picks up. To his surprise, someone did and he spoke with the receptionist. "Is there a Mobius in work right now? May I speak to him?"

"Give me one second." The lady replied nicely.

"Uh, I'm sorry sir, there isn't any Mobius' working here."

The god was confused and his heart started beating fast. He felt like he was in some sort of sick dream.

"This is surely a prank, right? There IS a Mobius working there I need you to check again."

"Okay, what is his last name? Maybe that could help."

Suddenly Loki was lost for words. He couldn't remember Mobius' last name. Did he even have a last name? How was he able to forget his own husband's surname. A theory had popped through Loki's mind that maybe he was suffering from memory loss and whatever that is happening this morning is a result of his amnesia.

"Hello? Sir?"

He didn't reply. He simply smashed the telephone down and hung up, his forehead sweating profusely.

So if he had amnesia, it means he needed help. With that, Loki took off and walked out of his house cluelessly, his surroundings looking different than he remembered. The street was different, it was smaller. The trees and bushes were gone. He also noticed some of the houses were missing windows. Had it been like that the entire time? Loki tried to hail for a taxi but there were no cars to be seen. In fact, it looked as though no one is around. It seemed empty.

"Mobius!" Loki now shouted, finding this all very strange. He turned around and around, trying to find at least one person to get help from but was only finding everything even more unnatural. The sky lacked clouds as though there was only blue and the sun wasn't anywhere in sight. Houses that he was able to see from afar was now empty nothingness.

Loki lost all his composure, letting out a resounding howl. Tears flowed down his cheeks as he grieved, the emotions pouring outwards. The God of Mischief was at a loss for words and completely distraught

"Where are you, Mobius!"

There was nobody he wished to see now other than his lover. He closed his eyes shut hoping he could just wake up.

Wake up...that's it.

Wake up, Loki.

It was cold, dark and terribly lonely. I was hoping I could stay on longer. I felt my sanity slipping away and my mind drifting to an eternal sleep. I shouldn't sleep. I couldn't. Not when these branches needed my godly strength to hold them together.

Just one second. Just a second of sleep. I keep pleading to myself. I observed Mobius from afar in the sacred timeline and it seems he was being too hard on himself which didn't sit well with me. I tried to look at my other friends in their timelines and they were all safe and sound. Yet, I still wished I could do something for Mobius. That silly man just stands there with a hole in his heart. I need him to know I'm with him for all time. I wanted to be with him.

I had to be with him.

I think that's how it all started. I shut my eyes and all I thought about was Mobius. Then I woke up.

"Morning." I spoke with a raspy morning voice, as I find myself lying beside Mobius. I probably accidentally fell asleep on his bed and Mobius wasn't going to sleep anywhere else. Besides, we're together now. Sleeping beside one another shouldn't be weird.

That's how the story started.

Mobius shifted his body upon hearing my voice. It would be a lie to say that he didn't enjoy hearing my voice in the morning. Finding my warm presence by his side, he turned his head to his left and stared at the me, my raven locks sprinkled all over his pillow.

It's the same story again. Again and again and again. Each time, I never go further. I keep trying to rewrite it in many different ways but it always ends up in tragedy. This time, I give up. I'm not going to try.

"I'm going to need to start getting used to this new sight every morning." Mobius said hoarsely. He tried to play it off cool but the look of adoration and love in his eyes said otherwise.

"I don't care." I simply didn't.

I was expecting him to question my behavior or get angry but for some reason, he laughed and laughed. There was nothing humorous at all. This is ridiculous. Mobius then placed a hand on my cheeks and turned it so I faced him.

"Look at me." He demanded gently. He always looks at me with affection. It was why I fell in love with him in the first place. He looks at me like I'm worth everything.

"How long have you been doing this now?"

Now I'm intrigued and confused. My brows knitted together in uncertainty. "What do you mean?"

"How many tries of this have you done? What? 100? 1000?"

Does he know? What is going on?

"What...?"

"You called for me, didn't you? Well, I'm here."

"You heard me?" I instantly got up in the bed, my heart pounding through my chest. I didn't want to get any false hope because then, it would hurt even more.

"I did."

"No, that's a lie. This is just another one of my scripts I've written to keep myself delusional. This isn't real."

"So you finally admit, you do control the narrative."

My heart wouldn't stop pounding, "What does that supposed to mean?"

Mobius held my hand tightly before he spoke, "Only reason you never got past this delusion you created is because you were meant to write yourself in OUR timelines. Your subconscious knew that was possible because it has already lived through a life with me on the sacred timeline."

Salty watery droplets poured out of my eyes uncontrollably. For some reason, it feels like I'm finally escaping because Mobius was making sense.

He continued, "Do you know who you are, Loki? You've said it before, you can rewrite the story. You can do the same with the timelines. Write yourself in it for you are the God of Stories."

"But the timelines?"

"You can hold it while being down here. You shouldn't underestimate your illusion spells. They're pretty handy."

He's right. I can change it all. I mean, I'm writing this aren't I. This is not the end. This is simply the beginning.

And you're going to watch me rescript this mess.

"I might just wait here for a little bit. Let time pass." Mobius responded to Sylvie. She places a hand on his shoulder in a way to comfort him. After all, she knew how much Loki meant to him. Wanting to let him grieve on his own, she decided to leave him be, making her way through the time door and closing it up.

Mobius simply stands in isolation, looking at his old life from afar as he hoped his presence was made known to Loki.

Perhaps it did.

"Ugh, stop being so dramatic." A voice rang out and he instantly recognized its origin. His heart seemed to leap out of his chest from the euphoria he felt and he swiftly rotated his body towards where the voice originated from.

Mobius eyes widened, his mouth slowly turning into a huge smile. Seems like the god of mischief is really full of surprises.

"Loki!" He walked towards him, confused but rather relieved and happy. There was nothing better than to see him again especially when he thought he was never going to see him ever. He wanted to go in for a hug which he so desperately needed but there was something else on his mind.

The agent took Loki by the collars and immediately pulled him in for a kiss, something he has always wanted to do before he left. Loki was taken aback but kissed him back, holding Mobius' face in his hands. This was the story he was meant to write for himself. A life on the sacred timeline.

He let himself experience the authenticity of the kiss and how it feels much better than the ones in his fake reality. This was perfect because it was real and Loki soaked in every single moment.

This is reality.

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tenaciousjalapeno · 10 months ago

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Testing the Cat Lady, Part 5

5/?

Pairing: LA Buggy the Clown x Reader

Summary: You've done a thorough job of getting on Buggy's nerves during the tour of the town, but he still wants to show you a good time. All goes well until dinner turns into a mess.

Warnings: language, mild violence, no use of Y/N

Word Count: 2200

While in a clothing shop, you quickly realize just how important it was to Buggy that he maintain a good image to the townspeople. Right in the middle of the store, a silent argument raged between you two. Your face saying, “Get ready, captain. I’ll bankrupt you,” and his returning with, “I know where you sleep.” Sounds like a problem for future-you. Skimming the store, your eyes land on a beautiful suede coat. From years of training on your mother’s part, you had developed a good eye for expensive, well, everything. Clothes, accessories, home decor. The whole shebang. As soon as you lay eyes on it, you know that it’s going to be the priciest thing in the shop. Maybe even in town.

“Excuse me,” you say to the shopkeeper, pointing in the direction of the coat. “Could I try that coat on? The suede one.” The woman’s eyes light up as she hastily agrees and heads to bring the coat over for you. Flashing a shit-eating grin Buggy’s way, you swear you see his eye twitching. Returning with the coat in hand, the shopkeeper helps you slide into the jacket.

“Oh, what a lovely fit!” she exclaims. “It’s like it was made for you!” You turn in front of a floor length mirror, assessing how it hugs your body and moves with you. Whether she means it or is just looking to make a sale, you have to admit that she’s right. It looks fantastic, if you do say so yourself. After a few moments, you decide that you’ll take the coat, much to the shopkeeper’s delight.

“Hey, doll,” Buggy butts in, “isn’t it a little warm to be buying that? Wouldn’t want you to get sick from the heat.” Try as he might to sound genuinely concerned, you weren’t fooled. The clown was trying to get out of his earlier agreement. Had it not been for his comment about sausages, you might’ve actually considered giving in and forgoing the coat. But he made his bed, and now he has to lay in it. A deal’s a deal.

“Oh, darling,” you respond with a honeyed tone, throwing his earlier pet name for you back in his face. This time you’re sure of it; his eye is twitching. “You don’t have to worry about that. I’ll save it for chilly days. Besides, didn’t you just say that you’d treat me to anything?” Your fake boyfriend looks between you and the shopkeeper who’s now waiting at the counter. The choice has to be made: his reputation or his berries?

Finally, his face sets into a wide, forced grin as he leans forward to hover over you. He’s going for intimidation, making it clear that you’ll regret this some way or another. You can’t say whether or not he hit the mark, it definitely stirs something in you. “Of course. Nothing is too good for my sweetheart.” He straightens up and heads toward the counter, giving you a small shove on his way past. “I hate you,” he whispers.

“Suck my ass,” you whisper back.

Several minutes later, you hum happily as you lead Buggy out of the shop. Both of you held up your ends of the bargain, scoring you a new coat on his berry. “I should put you on bathroom duty next month.”

“Probably, but you won’t.” You twirl around to face him, chuckling. It’s a risky little game to play, telling him what he can or can’t, will or won’t do, but seeing as he’s been lenient with you so far, rolling the dice seems low stakes this time around. As unpredictable and sporadic as he is, more often than not, his threats towards you are empty.

“Oh, really? You think looking cute will get you special treatment?” He scowls as he trudges forward, scoping out nearby places that you might enjoy. Despite how deeply annoying he finds you right now, he still wants to show you a good time. Besides, the more he escorts you through the town, the more convincing it will be that you two are actually in a relationship. Or at least that’s what he’s telling himself.

“Maybe.” He rolls his eyes at your cheeky attitude. You’re right, but he’d sooner eat gravel than admit it. Finally, a pub and line of shops and entertainment comes into view. Perfect for keeping you interested enough to shut up, he hopes.

“Come on, shithead,” he says, putting his hand on your lower back and steering you toward a bookstore. The gentle manhandling sends a thrill up your spine that doesn’t stop until it’s wrapped around your brain, making you short circuit. After a few seconds, you snap back to earth and shake whatever that was from your head. What is with me today, you wonder, but quickly conclude that all this time out at sea is beginning to mess with your head.

Several hours and another 10 thousand berries later, you find yourself in the pub with Buggy and a few other crew members that you’d bumped into along the way. The food will take a while, but in the meantime, the crew takes no time downing several beers each. Except for you, that is.

“You look ridiculous,” Buggy states, eyeing your colorful, fruity drink. You’re on your second one already, your first being pink with a bendy straw, and this one being red and blue topped with a little umbrella. Almost reminds you of your captain.

“What,” you ask, defensively, “It tastes good. And there’s plenty of beer and whisky on the ship, so I’m gonna treat myself to something tasty while I have the chance.” He looks at you, unimpressed.

“I’m treating you, you little leech. And slow down on those. I already have to be your personal wallet; I don’t want to be a babysitter too.” You brush him off as you sip the last of your drink. There’s not even a hint of the taste of alcohol, so you don’t know what he’s making a fuss over.

Third drink ordered and halfway gone, he rolls his eyes at you once more. The food came at the same time as your drink, so he’s hoping to gods that the food sitting in your stomach will soak up some of the alcohol. Those hopes are crushed, however, when you get up to use the restroom and nearly fall on top of him. “See, this is exactly what I was talking about,” he whines, steadying you. “Just because it tastes good, doesn’t mean it won’t get you piss-drunk.”

You giggle at the frustrated man before you. “Aw, Cap’n, I’m just a bit tipsy is all.” The slurred words do nothing to convince him. In that moment, he decides that he’s cutting you off and never letting you drink again. “Good time” be damned because there was no way he was carrying an overgrown toddler back to the ship.

“Yeah, whatever, just go use the bathroom then we’ll head back and get you to bed.” He waves you off, and you turn toward the restroom. No qualms were had with that. After the long day out, you were ready to start winding down. The date outing had been a lot more fun than you’d originally anticipated. Being spoiled by your captain, or blackmailing him depending on who you asked, was nice and all, but what really made your day was simply getting to spend uninterrupted time with him for once. Despite how much of an ass he was, you had still come to consider him a friend. The fact that you’d only get to see him for maybe an hour a day if you were lucky never felt like enough. The domestic life you’d previously settled into was nice – peaceful, even – but something about Buggy made you feel alive. It took you back to your days as a traveler, which was probably why you had such an easy time adjusting to life aboard the Big Top.

Due to your inebriated state, every ounce of your brain power goes toward getting to the bathroom in a straight line without tripping over your own feet. All focus set on watching your step, you don’t notice a man walking in your direction. Your shoulders hit each other, causing the man to spill the drink he’d been carrying onto himself. You immediately start to apologize, but he cuts you off. “Watch where the fuck you’re going,” he yells, grabbing you by your collar. In an instant, his aggression sobers you and makes your body freeze in panic. “What, are you too stupid to talk?” Within seconds of hearing the man’s booming voice, Buggy’s detached arm flies over and smacks his hands off of you. Another few seconds later, the rest of the captain appears in front of you, acting as a shield from the angry patron. The man’s eyes go wide, trying to process what he just witnessed.

Buggy looms over the man. Barely able to suppress his rage, he growls in a low voice, “Don’t. Touch. My. Crew.” The aura emanating off of him is terrifying. Of all the times you’d seen him angry and violent, even the day that you’d first met him, nothing came close to his current state. Never before had you heard him speak with such abhorrence. Glancing over to your fellow crewmates, even they seemed alarmed. It wasn’t until now that you realized the three of you had the attention of the entire pub.

Stupidly, the man, not wanting to hurt his pride with so many eyes on him, straightens up and points his anger at your captain. “Mind your own business, asshole. Keep your big, ugly nose out of- UGH!” Buggy watches in stunned silence as the man hits the ground. He was about to put the man into an early grave only to have you beat him to the punch – literally. As soon as the man is down, you drop to your knees above him, pounding your fists clumsily against his face.

Between strikes, you shout out angrily at him, “Don’t! Talk! About! The captain! Like! That!” Fueled by fury, you probably could have kept going until his face was caved in. However, a cackling Buggy pulls you off of the man, holding you like a feisty kitten who’s pissed to be picked up. Trying to wriggle free, you now yell at your captain. “I’m not done yet! Let me go!”

“Nope, that’s enough, killer,” Buggy laughs, throwing you over his shoulder. He turns his attention to the bartender, who seems undisturbed by the kerfuffle, and sets enough berries to cover the tab and a hefty tip on the counter. “Sorry about the trouble.”

“Don’t be,” the bartender says nonchalantly, ignoring the groans of the man still laid on the floor. “That guy blew in a few days ago and has been causing problems ever since. Thanks, Captain.” Several more people thank Buggy as he heads out the door, waving his hand behind him. Fresh air fills your lungs and finally brings you back to your senses.

“You done?” Buggy asks. You’re still disgruntled, but your anger has simmered down a little. Taking only a few moments to mull it over, you hum a response, urging him to put you down. He lightly sets you back on your feet, looking down at you with an amused smile. “I knew you had some tricks up your sleeve, but I didn’t know you could fight.”

“Barely. He made me mad is all.” Buggy chuckles as he begins to make his way back to the ship, you following suit. Both of you walk in comfortable silence, him maintaining a soft smile all the while. Upon reaching the deck of the ship, he turns to you.

“Thanks, by the way. It’s nice to know my sweetheart has my back.” He wholeheartedly means it, but can’t get the words out without twisting it into some sort of joke. For half his life, he’d had to take care of himself. The times where he could count on someone else to stick their neck out for him were far and few between. Trying to express his gratitude any other way felt too vulnerable, especially considering how few times he’d had to do it in his adult life.

You roll your eyes at him. You want to quip back with something snarky, but something about his body language holds you back. Tension held in his shoulders and avoidance of direct eye contact all but scream that he’s uncomfortable uttering the words. A small smile falls upon your face. “Anytime, Captain,” you say. He relaxes at the response, but you don’t want to drag out the conversation and make him feel any more awkward. “I’m going to hang out on deck for a little while and enjoy the fresh air.”

He nods and heads towards the lower deck. “Sounds good. See you tomorrow, doll.” As he disappears, Mango strides past him, making his way over to you as you sit down and kick your feet up on a barrel. You greet him with some head scritches before sharing with him the highlights of your day, together enjoying the warm breeze and starlit sky.

#buggy the clown #buggy the clown x reader #buggy x reader #captain buggy #one piece #one piece buggy #buggy the clown x you

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abbatoirablaze · 1 year ago

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Ex Wive's Club, Chapter 23

Word Count: 1.7k

Warnings: angst. Mentions of sex/smut. Manipulation, implied cheating.

“St-Steve…I need your help in he-“

“I can’t help, Cami…” Steve said quickly as he grabbed his go-bag, “Peggy just called and said that she-“

“Peggy!” Cami growled, stomping into the main hall where Steve was already halfway to the door, “What does Peggy really need from you Steve? I need help with the girls. They-“

“Cami…Peggy needs help getting acclimated!” he growled back in response, “you can handle the girls. They are fine! You are fine! Peggy is having a hard time!”

“So you’re leaving me?” she asked angrily, “taking your go bag and disappearing until Peggy is fine?”

“Cami-“

“You know, I think it’s pretty wild that all of a sudden she’s known for having these mind-blowing panic attacks where you have to be there for her at all times of the day,” Cami groaned, “I thought you said she was a decorated soldier for the Brits. Hmm? Thought she was capable of fitting in anywhere and always adapting!”

“Cami, adapting in wartime in the 40’s is way different than jumping forward over a hundred years!”

“So, you’re just going to leave, then?”

Steve’s jaw twitched for a moment before he dropped his go bag at the coat rack by the entryway.

“What would you have me do, Cami?”

Cami’s angry attitude immediately faded, and she stepped towards her husband. Steve stood stock-still and watched her walk up to him and immediately wrap her arms around his middle. Steve watched her for a moment before reacting. He could feel the sadness around him like a humid day.

“I miss my husband,” she all but whimpered against him. Steve sighed as he felt her heart beating against his chest, “I need you Steve…me and the girls…we-we need you here with us…at least some of the time.”

And his heart ached as she looked up at him, her eyes tearfully looking into his own. Gently, he reached down and stroked away her tears with his thumbs, before pressing his lips softly to hers.

They worked slowly with one another, calculating the other’s next move, while working perfectly in sync.

“I love you, bunny.”

“I love you, Steve…”

He sighed as he leaned his forehead against hers. His eyes fluttered open, and he saw the pain in her own eyes. He dropped his go bag beside him and wrapped his arms low on her waist, “how about you go make some lunch for the girls, and I’ll get them set up? Then after we get them down for a nap, we spend a little mommy daddy time together, where I show you exactly how much you mean to me, and why you and the girls will always come first.”

“I-I like the sound of that,” she admitted softly with a nod. Steve smiled and pressed another gentle kiss to her lips before patting her ass and letting her out of reach, “I-I’ll go make lunch…”

“Okay, bunny. I’ll go get the girls in line.”

Steve sighed softly to himself as he wrapped his arm around his wife. Cami moaned softly from his chest, while her core fluttered around his cock. Steve’s eyes closed as he focused on her breathing and how he heard her heart thrashing in her chest.

“You know…days like this…I live for it…” he admitted softly as he looked down at his docile wife. She gave him a loving look, and he brushed the hair off her face, “I love it.”

“You live for this?”

“Not the arguing…but this,” he answered, gesturing to how they were currently, “us…together…me deep inside of you, stretching that pretty little-“

“Steve…” Cami giggled with a smile. Steve’s smile got wider as he lifted the hand from his chest and kissed her palm.

“Are you sure I can’t coax you into having another little super soldier toddling around?”

Cami giggled as she patted her husband’s pec, “maybe a boy this time?”

“I mean…if we’re going for it…I see no harm in the extra practice,” Steve teased playfully, “you know…but that would mean I would have to take off this condom you made me put on.”

“Steve…”

“I know, I know,” he sighed, rubbing Cami’s back, “you want to wait at least another year, so we don’t have three kids in diapers.”

“And I love you so much for agreeing with me. I can barely keep up with the twins.”

“If we don’t have another set of twins…I get to try right after that third one’s out of the oven.”

“Hmmm,” she hummed softly as she placed a series of kisses along his chest, “I swear. You truly are insatiable, Mr. Rogers.”

“Oh, only for you, Mrs. Rogers!”

“Is that so?”

“Oh, you know it,” he smiled. Cami leaned up and pressed a kiss to his lips, before sitting up, “where do you think you’re going, hmm?”

“The girls should be up from their naps soon,” she said quickly, “thinking maybe we grab a shower together before that? Get some more…practice in?”

“Nothing sounds better than that, bunny!” Steve purred.

He reached forward and playfully slapped his wife’s ass as she got up and ran towards the bathroom. Meanwhile as he sat up, he noticed his phone had a number of alerts on it.

He frowned when he saw who they were from.

With a much heavier sigh, he bit his bottom lip and looked between the bathroom and his phone.

‘You were supposed to be here.’

‘Where are you, Steve?’

‘I need to feel you right now.’

His stomach felt like it was in knots as he stood from the bed and started towards the dresser. Throwing on a pair of briefs and sweatpants, he pocketed his phone, before throwing on a beater. Cami came back into the bedroom as he was putting on his boots.

“W-what’s wrong?” she asked quickly, “Steve, where are you going?”

“Emergency,” he lied, as he stood from his spot. He gave her a firm kiss before turning towards the door, “I have to go, now. It’s an urgent mission, Cami!”

“Is everything okay? Why do you have to-“

“Cami…I don’t have time to talk!” he said quickly as he pushed himself from the bedroom and towards the entrance, “tell the girls I love them!’

“Wait, Ste-“

“Bye Cameron!”

“Where is my wife?”

“Steve…so pleasant to see you too!”

“God damn it, Melissa, where the hell is my wife?” Steve spat, “I know that she’s here! Her and the girls. They have to be!”

“You’ve got some fucking nerve showing up at my house, punk!”

“James…”

Bucky’s jaw twitched as he glared at his best friend over Mel’s shoulder. She turned back towards Bucky and put a hand on his chest, “we told Cami that we wouldn’t intervene…James…we promi-”

“Then fucking get out of my way,” Steve growled, ready to push his way into the house, “I want to talk to Cameron!”

“I didn’t say that I was going to let you barge into my house, Steven Grant Rogers!” Mel spat, quickly turning around to poke the super soldier in the chest. Steve, taken back by her attitude change with him took a step back, and she used that to her advantage, “you’ve taken advantage of my daughter for far too long, Steve. James and I promised that we wouldn’t become even more involved than when James beat the shit out of you, but I will not let you into my house.”

Steve’s jaw twitched. His nostrils flared as he looked down at the much smaller woman, “you think you scare me, Missy? Think I’m afraid of some slutty, aging whore?”

“I think you’re the limp dick asshole of a son-in-law who just cheated on my daughter,” Mel growled, “and super soldier or not, you better back the fuck up, because I have no problem with going to jail over finding some way to cause serious bodily harm to you, Steve!”

Steve sneered at Mel, before taking a step back, “you don’t know what you’re getting involved in, Mel. You’re sticking your nose into a business where it has no place in! AS ALWAYS!”

“She’s my daughter, you prick!” Mel spat, “so I suggest you get off of my fucking property. Because so help me god, if you wake up my newborn, I won’t stop James from kicking your ass yet again.”

“You’re fucking kidding me,” Steve growled as he looked at Andy, “she wouldn’t fucking do that to me. I’m the father of the girls. She ca-“

“Steve, I’m just telling you what she’s had drafted,” Andy said with a frown, “I’m not saying that you have to sign them.”

“Damn right I’m not going to sign them,” Steve hissed as he glared at the papers sitting in front of him, “she wants full custody of Jamie and Stephanie…she-“

“If I’m being honest, it’s not a bad deal,” Andy shrugged as he cut his friend off, “she doesn’t want spousal or child support. She’s willing to let you have full access to the kids by remaining in the tower. She just wants entire custody of them. And with you still actively going on miss-“

“I don’t give a damn about my bitch of a soon to be ex-wife wants, Andy…it’s about the principle. She can’t demand custody of the girls. We’re getting a divorce, but what I want is important too! What if I wanted full custody?”

“Steve, I’m going to level with you,” Andy muttered, “within the family courts, the judge usually sides with the mother.”

“Yeah…well the father isn’t usually Captain America, now is he?”

“Most men demanding full custody and no support don’t usually cheat on their wives either,” Andy corrected with a frown, “and don’t even say that she can’t prove it. We all know that Peggy is already pregnant. That in itself is proof enough. No judge would look at you and agree, no matter how much you’ve done for the country!”

“Andy…you don’t get it…”

“No, Steve…I don’t…because if my spouse ever cheated on me…I’d be doing much more than just asking for full custody!” Andy replied swiftly, “I mean, seriously, Steve. What the actual hell were you thinking with Peggy? She’s a fantasy…an illusion. You and Cami-“

“I don’t want to talk about this with you,” Steve muttered, shaking his head at his friend, “thanks for explaining this…but I’m not going to sign. And you can let Cami know that.”

“Alright, Steve…just remember. Divorce and family hearings are never pretty. And once word gets around that it was you that broke up the marriage…it’s less likely that you’ll get everything you want out of it.”

“Don’t make me find a new lawyer, Barber.”

“Maybe you should, Rogers!”

Chapter 24

Tag List: @Cjand10, @huntress-artemiss, @lohnes16, @tenaciousperfectionunknown, @teambarnes72, @elbell20-blog, @sebsgirl71479, @prokey16

#ex wives club #marvel #marvel au #the avengers #captain america #steve rogers #bucky barnes #dark captain america #dark steve rogers

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pumpkincarriage3 · 2 years ago

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Crewel Divus Character Analysis

Ah, yes, the BDSM teacher. Sorry Crewel fans, that's exactly what he is (joking). Or maybe that's why people really like him? Besides his appealing character design?

In all seriousness, I say that, but I feel like it's actually more of a unique quirk that he has rather than the fact that it has anything to actually do with BDSM. Kinda like how Crowley unintentionally, or intentionally, makes quite a few bird puns here and there. And typically, when other characters talk about him, they also tend to make bird puns. Crewel probably just really likes dogs and can't stand being disrespected.

I say this, because even though Crewel will call his students mutts and all manner of different names, he does actually care for them. Whenever they are in actual trouble, he does try and lend a helping hand, and unlike some people, he doesn't ask for things in return. He probably just takes his job as a teacher very seriously.

And if you consider the fact that he teaches alchemy, our equivalent of chemistry, it's no wonder why he's so harsh on his students. If they make one mistake it could end with them in the hospital or dead. Because of that he's really harsh on them. Which fits, because he doesn't want them to like him, he wants them to listen.

Which is why he can be pretty patronizing. Where in cases he'll give students tasks where they can "attempt" to get out of detention for not listening to the lesson, even though he knows most of those tasks are impossible unless the student was paying attention. And if the student was paying attention they wouldn't have made the mistake to begin with. So more often than not, the student will get a really harsh punishment, even if the mistake seems small to them.

The students simultaneously fear and respect him in this manner. I guarantee that if Crewel went on the masquerade trip instead of Trien, they wouldn't be joking around and asking the man about his make-out stories with his lover in dark tunnels. Because they would be too nervous to joke around in such a manner with him. For as much as Crewel calls the students by various nicknames, he keeps a strictly professional relationship with them.

But he does love his students. One can tell because he does call them dogs, even if it isn't said in an affectionate manner. Because Crewel does love dogs, so him calling his students such is his backwards way of showing affection. It just happens to have the added benefit of keeping the students in line as well.

And he loves his job and what he does. This is obvious by the events he can be found in helping out the students with various task. Where he guides them in the "right direction". Or as right as a villain school is going to be. Malleus, in the little alchemy lessons, says that while Crewel is peculiar, he is also an expletory teacher. And this is coming from Malleus, who excels in everything. This is a high compliment.

Crewel himself is also into high fashion. He loves it. It's why he where's the outfit that he does, even though he probably shouldn't be wearing his bulky coat in a lab. Or really be wearing a business suit in a lab either. This itself also shows how cocky he can be. Which might seem confusing. How does this show that he's cocky? Well, I'm sure that he's harsh on his students on lab safety, but he doesn't follow these same rules, in the name of fashion. He's cocky in the way that he thinks he can get away with wearing high fashion, in a lab, and have nothing happen because his skills are that great.

Sam himself mentions that Crewel is a hot-shot. Not surprising, considering the fact that Crewel also clearly loves high-end things in general, not just fashion. Seeing as classic cars is his hobbies, this is another confirmation.

Though, this could imply one of two things. That Crewel is paid a really good salary, or he comes from a family with money. I'm leaning more towards him coming from a family with money, since in the fairy-gala event, Ruggie's Vignette, shows Crewel allowing them to use old heirlooms as jewelry.

And while heirlooms are bound to be expensive, they are also precious. And Crewel just allows them to use it for this instance, going into a garden full of faires that are known to be petty if things go south. Even if he expects them back at the end, the fact that he's letting them use them shows about the same nonchalance as Kalim has on sharing his family heirlooms. Then there was the fact that he was able to get the fabric and make the outfits, high quality clothes, in such a short period of time. Not once did he complain or show concern for the cost. So, he probably has money to spend.

Though, with as much as Crewel loves fashion, it makes it interesting that he chose to teach alchemy instead of becoming a fashion designer. Possibly, that just means Crewel loves alchemy or teaching more.

#twisted wonderland #twst #disney twst #twst wonderland #twst fandom #disney twisted wonderland #Disney twst wonderland #divus crewel #character analysis

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thornswoggled · 3 months ago

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okay stream of consciousness thoughts about chapter 103 because that was. kind of a lot

we have to remind the reader that stella still exists

in fact lets remind them that chapter 97 happened at all

some confirmation that the new mage has a similarly aloof and misanthropic world view as other mages we already know. it doesnt matter if humans get eaten because its all toward a desirable end. reminds me very much of kyokos "the familiars eat the weak humans and turn into witches, then we eat those witches" speech. this coldness makes me think chise might be in a spot of trouble if they really earnestly try to recruit her again, or that elias may be able to have some self-satisfaction from knowing all along that their intentions are not pure

who is the "he" the apprentice wants to meet. the dragon???

this is the horniest title page weve gotten in like, a while

"dear chise. we will be running tests on you. <3" can one of them be an autism eval

okay so zoey was feeling bad because he was going birdmode. i guess when titania did whatever she did to him in chapter 99 it jumpstarted a sort of evolutionary process. strikes me as the sort of thing a creature like her would do. i imagine this will cause maximum ride-esque problems for him in public. he will have to wear a trench coat. you look like youre about to tell your friend not to come to school tomorrow. etc.

"atavism, atavism" ... the last time we heard that mentioned was from yori in 98. maybe warming us up for whatever this is? i have to wonder what the point of this small wing growth plot is. a result of heightened chaotic magic in the country?

this chapter takes place on my birthday!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! seems fitting too, this chapter feels like "things are about to change, right fucking now," so having this all happen on the last day of the year feels right

a new scene!! pretty cool, and an allusion that the business with jasper is over and settled. it didnt occur to me until now that hes gone without any mention. gone as quickly as he showed up. SAD! well theres other guys

i dont think ill ever understand why chise is able to turn into a dragon unless its spelled out to me like im five. especially since the type of dragon that cursed her isnt even the same kind

"causes and factors attract and amplify each other" = "the shape goes into a shape press that presses the shape into a pressed shape"

elias is capable of bridal-carrying someone who isnt chise but hes tangentially linked to chise so it doesnt really count

a precious few pages dedicated to the fact that joseph may have at one point known how or why elias was "made." the type of creature he is is a "shadowborn," but this feels like a new translation of something that used to be called something different. elias notes that fae call him "shadowborn" as well. is this a reinterpretation of "half-made" or similar phrases?

also, i like elias' insistence that joseph cough up any information he has. yes, elias, id like to know too, keep shaking that boy

joseph bluntly demanding that chise carry him and her just being like. okay. your honor i love them they are total freaks of nature

confirmation that when chise said "priors...?" it means that she never found out that elias used to throw away her college recruitment letters. that was pretty damn funny

so theres a chance this "beyond the great wall" line did not mean what i thought it meant and now the egg is probably on my face. yamazaki listen to me very closely. what did you mean by that. besides yet another "well well well chise it looks like youre going to finally be cured of your lucky girl syndrome and bad shit will actually start happening to you for real now" line because we have GOTTEN that already

im gonna level with you i dont know who hilda is. are we supposed to know who hilda is? is she the st georges mom? she might be. she probably is. okay i just looked it up and she is

and shes flying to iceland! presumably to consult with lindel about all this dragon business. i wonder if this will be the event that prompts him to appear in london where he has that tense standoff with chise and elias

i have no idea what the bottom half of the last page is trying to communicate, who is speaking, etc

so yeah this all very much feels like a "things are ramping up and heres where all the respective parties we care about are right now" chapter. a lot to chew on

#original #new chapter thoughts

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how-very-salty · 2 years ago

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You requested Jdronics prompts, so here I am! What about Veronica's mum catching them "in the act" (I'm awkward sorry)? Maybe they thought she was out but she came back and surprised them (l o l)

Thank you for request! Hope you like it 💜

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Jdonica.

Jason J.D. Dean x Veronica Sawyer

Mild Smut, Romance, Awkward Sexual Situation, Pure AU

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Waiting for her parents' car to pull away from the house, J.D. opened the window and slipped silently into Veronica's room. He took off his boots so as not to make a sound, and crept over to the bed, sitting quietly on the side. Veronica drowsily turned in her sleep. Waiting for her breathing to even out, he brushed the wet strands away from her face and pressed his lips gently against her hot forehead.

Veronica, wrinkling sleepily, opened her eyes and stared at him in surprise, "J.D.? What are you doing here?"

"Just missing you," he whispered back, pulling off his dusty trench coat and sinking down on the cushions beside her, "Sorry to wake you."

"'It's okay. All I do is sleep and eat all day long," she snorted and moved closer, "after that hell of a week, I'll have to lock myself at home for another month to lose the weight I've gained."

"Oh, no, I've barely survived a week without you," J.D. sighed noisily, wrapping both arms around her waist and pulling her toward him. "I thought I'd go insane if I didn't see you tonight."

"You're such a dorky romantic," Veronica giggled, getting comfortable in his arms. "But I'm fucking serious: a couple more days like this and I won't fit into any of my dresses."

"I'll lend you my shirts, they look like dresses on you," he shrugged lightly, slipping his hands under her nightie. His fingers teasingly ran over her panties.

"Don't be silly, J.D.," she twitched at the tickle and playfully slapped his shoulder, "you'll be the first one to run away from me."

"You're the one who's being silly," he replied with sudden seriousness, "I'll love you no matter what you will be."

Veronica flashed in embarrassment: every time his raw frankness caught her off guard. She was not used to the open show of emotion. Veronica had believed since childhood that people were divided into those who talked and those who acted. But J.D. both spoke and acted; and every time she couldn't find the slightest trace of pretense in his words. It was really hard to get used to.

She'd never been able to be as open with him.

"If you say so," Veronica smiled awkwardly and, looking away, wrapped her arms around herself. For some reason she felt every flaw in her look: the messy hair that hadn't even been brushed today, the red pimple spots not concealed with makeup, the puffy eyes from sleep, and the flaky nose.

She shook her head, letting her hair cover her face.

"Is something wrong, darling?" J.D. gently pulled her hair away and looked at her with concern. "Feeling sick? Do you want me to get you something...?"

"No, just... don't stare at me so closely, okay? I don't look good," Veronica muttered, quickly turning away from him. "I feel kind of stupid..."

"That's because you're acting stupid," J.D. whispered mockingly, breathing hot air on her ear. His hands were under her nightie again, stroking her sensitive and tickling belly. "Right now you're terribly beautiful."

"You just have terrible taste," she rolled her eyes mockingly, slowly relaxing under his strokes, "I haven't had mascara on my lashes in a week and..."

"... and you look great without it," J.D. interrupted her and, without warning, clamped his teeth on her ear. Veronica gasped. His hot lips moved lower and pressed against the beating vein of her neck. "You've been spending too much time with Heather, darling."

"And you said the compliments too much," her breath hitched as his hand covered her breasts. His fingers clenched, causing another quiet sigh from her. J.D.'s lips left wet trails of kisses on her neck and shoulders, running down her spine.

"It's not a compliment, it's a thought out loud," he purred and lifted himself up on the bed, tipping Veronica onto her back. "What can I do if all I think about when I see you is only one thing?"

"Sex?" she caught his burning gaze on her and raised her eyebrows mockingly.

"You," J.D. impatiently pulled her nightie up and planted kisses on her breasts. "And, well, yeah, about sex, too. I'm seventeen, what else am I supposed to think about, Ronnie? About bombs?"

She laughed shortly, panting. His fingers slid shamelessly under her panties and pulled them down in a smooth motion. With wet kisses J.D.'s lips began to move lower, until at last they stopped at the inside of her thighs. The hot air scorched her skin, and Veronica's eyes rolled back. The air was suddenly too little.

His palms closed over her belly, holding her hips in place.

"Oh, God, J.D.," a long moan escaped her lips.

"Oh, God, Veronica!" came a stunned woman's voice nearby.

"Moms!" she squeaked, pulling her nightie on sharply; blood rushed to her face. J.D. jumped up from the bed and stood confused in the middle of the room, opening and closing his mouth silently.

The room fell into a tense silence. Mrs. Sawyer stopped in the doorway, looking grimly from J.D. to Veronica and back again.

"Who's that?" she asked her daughter with a stern pout.

"This is J...ason Dean, my friend. From school," Veronica cleared her throat awkwardly and glared at him, asking him to be quiet. Just in case.

"And what's he doing here?" the woman gave him a frown; it seemed the first impression was far from positive. J.D. swallowed nervously.

"Well... uh..." confused Veronica, trying to think of a reasonable excuse for recent events.

"I came to cheer her up, you know, for being sick, and to bring the homework in," stammered J.D. in an awkward lie. It sounded completely unconvincing.

"So your head just happened to be between her thighs by accident?" snickered Mrs. Sawyer with her arms folded across her chest. Veronica chuckled softly, and he threw a reproachful look at her; she whispered with one lip: "'Sorry.'"

"I suppose it wasn't accidental, ma'am," J.D. snapped nervously, his lips stretched into a crooked smile, "that was the cheer. Ma'am."

He hated being pushed around.

"I'll expect you both downstairs in three minutes," Mrs. Sawyer shook her head and once again gave him a look that didn't bode well. "And, Jason..."

"Yeah?" he scowled.

" Would you please give my daughter her underwear sticking out of your back pocket? " and with a quiet chuckle, the woman finally left the room, closing the door behind her.

"Fuck! Fuck," J.D. crouched on the bed, his fingers clutching at his hair. "What do we do?"

"Calm down," Veronica wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed gently against his back, "it'll be okay. A little scolding, a lecture about safe sex, and maybe a curfew for a couple of weeks. That's it!"

J.D. licked his parched lips and looked at her, then said in a slightly shaky voice, "Are you sure you won't be forbidden from dating me?”

"I'm sure," she rubbed her nose soothingly against his temple. "But even if that happens, believe me, the last thing I'm going to do is to obey."

"Because it's your teenage riot?" he grinned crookedly, turning toward her.

"Because I love you," Veronica mumbled awkwardly, burying her face on his shoulder. The tips of her ears flashed red through her hair. A wide smile spread across J.D.'s face: except for the very first time, she'd never said it out loud, preferring to show her love with actions. Kisses. Hugs.

Though that was usually enough, he really needed to hear it from her.

"Thank you," he whispered, pressing his lips to the top of her head. "So, shall we go to the execution?"

"Let's go," Veronica sighed and rose smoothly from the bad, "and please don't try to lie anymore. You are really bad at it."

#heathers #heathers musical #jason dean #j.d.#veronica sawyer #veronica #jdonica #heathers fic #my fic #fic request

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masterwords · 2 years ago

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la casita del perro

Summary: Hotch is spending his birthday on a case in Mexico and Derek shows up to help him celebrate the last of it. (Set during the first night they're in Mexico during Season 1 ep 19 - Machismo)

Pairing: Hotch/Morgan & Hotch/Haley...

Warnings: alcohol, sex, cheating

Words: 2.8k

Notes: I've been sitting on this story for a year. It fits right into this universe I haven't done anything with where Hotch & Morgan actually meet at SWAT training before they're with the BAU. I have a whole SWAT universe dreamed up and maybe this will make me actually write that because I'm obsessed with the idea and I've just been sitting on it. Anyway, my biggest cheerleader for this idea was @hogwartstoalexandria so I finally got off my ass and did something about it...happy (very late) birthday my friend! I love you to the moon and back times infinity.

Read on AO3: la casita del perro

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The microwave beeped at him in the same tone all of them did. It was comforting, no matter where he went, appliances in general were the same. Close enough anyway. The microwave was intuitive and simple, an older model, a little worse for the wear and definitely not as clean as he would prefer but it would heat his water all the same. Just hot water. Not for tea, not for anything other than plain old water.

His stomach hurt. Hot water always helped. There was something so simple and comforting about it.

This wasn't anything serious, just...well damn. It was his birthday for about another hour, Haley wasn't returning his calls and neither was Jessica. Haley was one thing. A wife did that sometimes. But Jess wasn't subject to the same playing field, so his mind raced. Did Haley tell her not to answer him too? Were they playing games with him? The way he got himself all worked up had, simply, made his stomach ache, twisting itself in all sorts of intricate knots. Hotch, call from the car. He heard Gideon's voice and he knew damn well he should have said something, stuck up for himself, anyone else would have...but no. He took it. He just nodded and did exactly that. Called his wife from the car and insisted he was sorry...but was he? Maybe not. He didn't know. There was that birthday banner and the cake and Jessica came all that way...but he'd never asked to celebrate his birthday. He explicitly told Haley he just wanted to sit home and do nothing.

“But it's your birthday,” she'd said softly, pleadingly, sweetly. And he was swayed very little for her efforts. “I'm exhausted. I just want to relax with my family and have a quiet day.”

And now, he was running on fumes. Jet-lagged, achy, sad. Deep inside, there was this small voice that told him there was a time difference to consider, and Jack was teething and probably troublesome, it wasn't likely they were actually ignoring him but this case was gruesome and the LEOs weren't exactly all playing nice, so maybe he was a little more sensitive than warranted. The young man in the holding cell had gotten to him, his sister sitting so protectively outside waiting, watching. Machismo, family. He felt sick. The water in his mug didn't even look appealing.

A soft knock at his door startled him. He glanced at the clock while he set the mug of steaming water on the dresser, right beside the wood paneled television.

“Derek...” he muttered quietly after looking first through the foggy peephole. The humidity in the room stuck in all of the nooks and crannies, around the edges of the television screen, making the carpet sticky and the peephole greyish. “It's late. You should be sleeping.” Outside, there was little humidity. The air was dust dry and coated your lungs. He coughed and stared hard at Derek illuminated by the oddly orange light that swung like a pendulum over him. He wasn't willing to budge.

“I could say the same about you...”

It was an endless stretching caustic moment spent wordless, both knowing where this was headed, both wanting and needing and a little afraid. Derek shifted and his shadow slid across the cobblestone sidewalk. “You gonna invite me in?”

“I don't know...it's late, and...”

“And nothin'. It's your birthday, man, and you've spent the whole thing in a foul mood. Now, I don't know what kinda sick joke it is, a guy like you getting to go back in time, getting an extra few hours of your birthday but I think it would be a shame to let it go to waste. I won't stay long.”

That was a lie. He'd stay until Hotch kicked him out, and that was the problem because Hotch rarely wanted to kick him out. If he opened the door all the way and let Derek in, that would seal up the rest of their night. He thought about saying no again, almost formed the words too, but he pulled the door inward instead of closing it and there came Derek across the threshold.

“Happy Birthday, old man,” Derek said, leaning forward for a kiss the minute that door was latched shut. He purred it more than said it, like a tiger licking its chops ready to pounce, and Hotch could smell the tequila fumes on his breath. Hotch let himself fall into it, take the bait hook line and sinker, and thought for a minute if he dared to suck Derek's tongue he might just be able to get a little tipsy himself. He smiled into the kiss.

It was possibly his first genuine smile that day, at least since the moment he'd come down the stairs to see Haley and Jessica so proud of their silly banner. It slipped his mind that he'd had a stomach ache, that no one was returning his calls, his entire world became utterly consumed by the taste of golden tequila and salt on Derek's tongue. He could have asked a million questions. Where he got the nearly finished bottle of tequila and how much of it he'd consumed, whether anyone had seen him come here, but every word died on his lips.

They didn't speak. That was part of the intrigue, the poetry, the deal. This was secret and secrets held power. The walls were thin, and Gideon was on one side, Reid on the other. Gideon's television blared through the thin wall, and Reid's shower was running against the other. Elle was close by and would likely wander past the curtained window more than once, she and Derek both sharing a penchant for the nightlife. He thought about JJ's comment on the jet, about spending his birthday in Mexico and how irritated he'd been by her attempt at making light of his miserable pissed off family. Maybe she was right, though, in ways she would never have predicted.

Sweat glued his cotton undershirt to his skin, and the damp material landed with a slap against the wicker chair in the corner. The way Derek tore at his clothes, it was a wonder they all came away in one piece. It looked like he'd been mauled by a bear by the time they were both sweat soaked bodies writhing on the bed, his hair a sweat tangled mess and Derek's hands digging tight into the flesh of his hips. With little grace, without looking, Derek swiped at the tequila bottle he'd brought with him and gulped some down quickly while Hotch watched his adams apple bob up and down greedily. Afterward, without any warning, he upended the bottle and trickled the honey gold liquid over Hotch's lips and down his eager throat. It burned, warmed his already overheating insides, and slammed into the ache in his belly taking it out completely. Whatever had been there disappeared on the wave of agave wonder and he licked the droplets from his lips before asking for one more.

Just one more. He wasn't a drinker, but the way it made him float and smile beneath Derek made him greedy. And he was rewarded for his greed with a tequila soaked kiss, another gulp, and then the bottle was tossed onto the carpeted floor and they wrapped tight around one another. Stifled moans and slippery hands, tangled sheets wrapping around twisted ankles. The bed squeaked, rusted dusty springs inside the mattress shouting out their deeds so they threw the sheets in a heap to the floor and fell into them gladly. Didn't matter where so long as it was quiet.

He didn't have any reservations about this arrangement, not anymore. At first it felt dangerous and a little wild, but Haley had insisted so long ago that he try new things. And it just so happened that he met someone he happened to like quite a lot during his SWAT training. First Derek gave him a run for his money at marksmanship, and then in the bedroom. Ten months was a long time, and he managed to become a little more than safely attached...but he let it go when the time came, just the same, even if a chunk of his heart had gone missing after. He went back to Haley as promised, ready to give it another go. They'd been having trouble. A lot of it. And this really didn't help, not even a little, but he'd agreed because she said it was worth a try. “Ten months is a long time to be alone, we should both try something new.” It sounded absurd to him, and like something he didn't need, he could spend ten months alone...or so he'd thought. Haley, he'd always known, understood relationships better than he did.

But he realized that wasn't it at all, that wasn't why she'd called for the break and when he realized what it actually was...he found it a little easier to find one of his own.

It was just that she'd found someone she wanted to have some fun with, so she needed to afford him the luxury of the same. Once he figured that out, the world became a little clearer and a little sharper. Still, he'd said goodbye and he was finished. Until Gideon chose the person he'd taken to bed all those years before to fill the void in the BAU left by David Rossi's departure. “Derek Morgan, do you know him? Looks like he trained for SWAT the same time you did...what do you think?” He played it cool while his heart slammed into its cage and alarm bells went off...say no, say no, say no his brain told his lips, but he couldn't lie to Gideon. And he certainly wouldn't cost a man a job, his dream job, over some hot nights in a squeaky dorm room bed. “Yes, we met. He'd be an excellent fit. His experiences are unique and would bring a new perspective we haven't had before.” Haley knew the name, too, and she'd given him a knowing look. The kind that said be careful, but she never had to say it aloud. He knew.

She watched though. And some part of her knew he couldn't help himself. He'd fallen hard, like he always did...Hotch never did anything halfway, not even a fling. But he always came home to her, and treated her just the same as always. He kissed her just as sweetly and told her he loved her in all the same ways he used to. He'd started to pull away as the job got harder, as he took on more responsibility, that sweetness was fading until Derek showed up. Now he called her two or three times a day again, he brought her flowers when he was gone too long. It was like he had to lead two separate lives, though. And she came to understand the strange role that Derek played in his life. Partner in more ways than one.

Sometimes, when she poured a glass of icy chardonnay and ate dinner on her own, she wondered what life would look like if he didn't have Derek there to blow off all that steam with. If Derek didn't absorb all the world's ugly so she didn't have to see it, if he didn't take that swirl of agony in her husband and turn it into something soft for her. She recognized the need, but she didn't like it. And he didn't either, not really. He knew he should be able to do this on his own. Deal with the job, the ugly parts of it that weighed on his soul, without needing Derek to filter it out for him.

But Derek needed it too. It was a two way street. For Derek, there was a level of trust there between them that he needed so completely...he liked to play the field, but he was careful, too careful, and Hotch knew better than to ask questions. He only knew that what he provided was safety and security. A home base, someone he could rely on.

It was mutually beneficial, this meeting between the sheets. This collision of souls. And they didn't fool themselves into wondering about things like love, they didn't have that luxury. All they had was this.

But right now, for the last half hour of his birthday, this was enough. It was better than enough.

“You should go,” he whispered into the warmth behind Derek's ear when they finished. They couldn't shake the sweat, they were overheating, drenched and slick and smiling up at the ceiling from their pile of blankets on the floor. “Before we get a call.”

“How about a shower first?”

The shower was hot, too hot, but still felt good. Cleansed them with fire. And they kissed deeper, arms dripping and wrapping tight around one another until their ribs became one cage and Hotch could feel Derek's heart slamming against his sternum. Something was wrong. “Hotch,” Derek whispered against his eager lips, and his voice sounded remorseful. “We need to stop this. Things with Haley are bad, I know it...”

“Stop...please...” Hotch whisper gasped, his eyes fluttering, shutting tight what he knew might soon be tears. “Don't.”

“No just listen, please. You need to focus on your marriage. You got a kid now, man. Haley's been really cool, way cooler than either of us have a right to...but I see the way she looks at me when I drop you off now...like I'm wrecking her family. I think maybe I am.”

“What if I say it isn't you, it's me?” Hotch asked, smirking with tears in his lashes. Somehow he knew that Derek wouldn't be fooled, would know the difference between tears and shower water. He couldn't hide here. And he also knew, without a doubt, that once Derek said something it was already done. He wouldn't come knocking at his door anymore. He'd given it all the thought he needed to before even showing up tonight. How long, Hotch couldn't say, but that tequila had been more than just a birthday surprise, it was courage in a bottle to do what needed doing.

“Thing is, this thing we've got...it's a little too real for me. And I can't let myself go there. Thinking maybe I'm in love with you, that you might be in love with me back. That being with you feels a little too comfortable, like home. Fuck. You're married and you love your wife. And I love my job. This will eventually ruin everything so it's better we just...call it now. It's been a fucking blast. Best time of my life.” He smiled desperately, sad and sweet and Hotch couldn't look at it for too long.

The worst part was that it sounded right to him, too. A punch to the gut, he didn't feel good about it at all, but it felt right.

And that hurt worst of all. Because he did love Haley, and he did want to make that work. For her, for Jack, for the vows he took in earnest. But if he was being honest, he loved Derek too and didn't that count for anything? He supposed not. Maybe in another life, another time, so he nodded and reached behind him blind to shut off the water at the source.

As Derek reached for the door handle, dried and clean and ready to head back out into the balmy night, he turned around to glance at Hotch putting his mug of water back into the microwave. “That's from a bottle, right? Not the tap?”

“Yes,” Hotch replied without looking at him. He'd listened to the front desk person when she said not to drink from the tap with his weak American stomach. “I got it from the police station.”

“Good. Hey, Aaron?” He waited until Hotch actually looked at him, met his eyes like smoldering embers in the dim hotel room. “You know I meant what I said, right? This has been the best time of my life. I'll miss it like hell.”

Hotch let a ragged smile drift over his tired features. He held onto the tears, though. Derek didn't need to see that. Not after he'd worked so hard to get through this without spilling any of his own. “I know.” He paused, waiting for the sound of the microwave beep. His stomach hurt again. “Me too. See you at the station in the morning.”

Derek laughed at the absurd truth of the statement. He'd never broken up with someone and been happy to say he'd see them the next morning. This was definitely going to be hard, showing up every day and looking without touching. But he smiled and he decided he was up for the challenge. Who knows, maybe he'd fail, he'd have one bad day and the need would be too strong and what was the worst that would happen anyway? “Yeah. Bright and early. I'll grab the coffee.”

#aaron hotchner #derek morgan #hotchgan #criminal minds #aaron hotchner x derek morgan #happybirthdayhotch22

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beantothemax · 1 year ago

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Therion was quiet but Olberic slept light. He was always on alert, even in his rest. The door clicked shut and the room was dark again. With a sigh, Olberic stood and threw on his coat and boots. It wasn't the first time Therion snuck off without warning.

His search was short lived as he found the thief half hidden by a bush near the water.

"Stupid Heathcote, didn't have to make it so tight," Therion... Cried?

Olberic approached him. Therion looked up and nearly jumped out of his skin.

"Oh, it's just you," he murmured.

"May I sit?" Olberic asked.

"Go ahead."

Therion knelt by the riverbank, both hands dipped in the water. His left hand was massaging his right wrist. A deep red line marked the spot where the fool's bangle was. It was just loose enough to move it a bit. The mark ached and itched every second it was there.

It was sad to see.

Olberic started, "Alfyn probably has some kind of herb that can help with-"

"It stops working after a day," Therion growled.

He watched as the thief desperately rubbed the mark on his wrist as tears trickled down his cheeks. It wasn't the first time the feeling of wearing that damned fool's bangle had made him act like this.

He had an odd sensitivity to things that were too tight. A shirt that no longer fit would be torn to shreds if he struggled to take it off and he refused to even enter caves if the ceiling was too low. Perhaps it was severe claustrophobia, or maybe an aversion to the feeling of being caught.

Olberic wanted to put a hand on his shoulder and tell him that he'd be okay, but such a thing would only anger Therion further. The fool's bangle was overwhelming enough, he didn't need another feeling ontop of it.

Eventually, the numbness of the cold water became worse than the ache from the fool's bangle. Therion pulled his hands from the water and dried them in his cape. He sighed as he leaned back on the thick bush. His tired eyes fell on Olberic.

"Are you gonna leave?" he asked.

But the warrior shook his head. He pulled something from his pocket and sat beside Therion. The thief moved some inches further from him. There always had to be just a bit of space between him and anyone else.

"During the war, I was kept as a prisoner of some time and I was handcuffed non stop for several weeks," he started, "they dug into my skin and left wounds."

Olberic rolled up his sleeves to show thin scars along his wrists that had long since healed. He doubted that Therion even glanced at them.

"I made a bracelet out of some old rags to put under the handcuffs and it helped with the soreness. Do you want to try that?" he asked.

Olberic showed him the fabric bracelet in his hand. It was likely only some millimeters thick, but it was several centimeters wide, meaning it'd cover his entire wrist.

"Sure, why not? I've got nothing to lose," Therion reached out his hand.

Olberic careful wrapped the bracelet around his wrist, making sure it didn't cut off his circulation. He placed the fool's bangle back over the bracelet and looked expectantly at the thief, "well?"

Therion carefully inspected the bracelet. It was tight, but in a different way from the handcuff. The fabric was soft, it was a nice change from the cold, hard band of shame.

"It's fine."

The warrior stood with a smile. He offered the thief his hand, which he accepted. The two of them returned to the inn. For once, Therion slept well. The feeling of steel on his wrist was gone, instead replaced by a kind gift.

AAAAAAAAAAAAA I LOVE THIS SO SO SO MUCH !!!!!!!!!!

olberic and therion is not a dynamic I have given much thought before but now im officially invested in these two

olberic trying to give theri the space he needs… and… and his whole story about the handcuffs and the lil fabric………

GOD theri suffering because of how tight the bangle is hurts my heart. there is. probably some kind of deeper meaning you could read into a mark of shame causing physical pain to him but. regardless…

and the whole pet at the end!!!! theri taking olberic’s hand and actually getting a good night’s sleep for once!!!! and the last line!!!!!! it’s a reminder of a gift now!!!! aaaaaaa!!!!!!

#asks #pie-knight #inbox fic

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combatfaerie · 11 months ago

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Ficlet: Found

Story: Found Word count: 952 Prompt: Kissing in a pillowfort Also available at: AO3 and Wattpad and dreamwidth Summary: Yet another game of hide-and-seek gets derailed.

"Oh no!" Becky's voice rang through the house. "Where can Roux be? Is she... under the dog bed?" She stooped to lift Kevin's plaid dog bed just in case Roux was watching. "Nope, not there. Maybe in the coat closet?" She opened the door as loudly as she could, but she couldn't hear any tell-tale giggles. "Nope, not here either. Where could she be?" Looking into the living room, she thought she saw Roux's pillowfort shake a bit. "I know! She must be in the kitchen!" She walked loudly in that direction before turning back, tiptoeing over to the pillowfort and looking inside.

Roux wasn't in there. But Seth was. "Shhhh," he whispered, putting a finger to his lips. "I'm hiding."

Becky gestured at the pillowfort. They had enough pillows to make a decent-sized one, but it was still more for a child than an adult—and certainly not a tall, professional athlete. "How?"

Seth grinned. "They don't call me The Architect for nothing, you know."

"I also know they call you The Visionary now, so...." Becky knelt down and gingerly crept into the pillowfort, not wanting to ruin Seth and Roux's hard work with an accidental bump. "Huh. Wow. This is pretty good."

"Of course it is." Seth preened a bit, shuffling over to the side to give Becky some room. "I might have got a few pointers from Roman, but...."

"But you did the work," Becky finished. "And Roux loves it."

"She also loves the take-out menus from the Chinese restaurant that come in the mail," Seth pointed out, "so I'm not sure how much that means. I'll take the compliment, though."

"Damn right you will." Becky kissed his cheek. "You're such a great dad. We're lucky to have you."

Seth shook his head, bringing Becky's hand to his mouth and kissing it. "Nah. I'm the lucky one."

"I am," Becky insisted. "Smoke-show husband, wonderful daughter, dream job that lets me keep my family together on the road...."

"Because you're The Man. WWE would have been stupid to let you go. You're easily the most popular woman in the past decade. You make them a ton of money." Seth leaned down to kiss her. "They should be bending over backwards to make you happy."

Becky laughed. "I like it better when you do that."

"Kinda hard in here," Seth admitted, "but later...." He pulled Becky closer and kissed her again, hooking an arm behind her knees to draw her up onto his lap.

The pillowfort was wonderfully warm and dim, little rays of light peeking through where two pillows or cushions didn't join quite close enough, and the coziness made it feel like its own little world. Becky hadn't entirely forgotten about their game of hide and seek, but she forgot herself for a moment. In that hazy little space, she didn't have to think about what she had left to do on her book or what women she could help elevate on RAW. There was just her and Seth and the comfortable life they had built—

"Why aren't you finding me?" Hands on her hips, Roux stared into the pillowfort entrance at her parents, who stopped kissing reluctantly.

"Because I was distracting Mama with kisses so you would win," Seth said smoothly. "Since Mama didn't find you, you won."

"But you got kisses," Roux pointed out with a hint of a pout.

"We have more kisses if you want some," Becky replied, moving off Seth's lap and sitting beside him as best she could. There wasn't a ton of room in the pillowfort now that there were two grown adults in there, but Roux could easily fit between them.

"Yes, please." Roux crawled into the pillowfort and settled on Seth's lap, tapping her cheek. Seth kissed her first, making her giggle as his beard tickled her face. Then Becky kissed her other cheek. "I found you," Roux insisted. "I win."

"That's right. You won this round," Becky agreed. "That means you get to pick dessert for tonight. What would you like?"

"Hm." Roux bobbed her head back and forth, making a great show of thinking. "Chocolate!" she declared at last.

"Chocolate what, sweet girl?" Becky nuzzled her cheek. "Chocolate ice cream or chocolate brownie or chocolate cake...?"

"The brownie and the ice cream," Roux said slowly. "Like in the ship bowl."

"Ship bowl...?" Becky was drawing a blank, so she looked to Seth for support.

"Do you mean the long bowl, Roux?" Seth made a scooping motion with his hand. "And there was the warm brownie and the ice cream melted on top?"

"Yeah!" Roux nodded eagerly. "But chocolate ice cream, not vanilla."

"I think it was called a Hot Fudge Brownie?" Seth's nose twitched as he tried to think. "I think it was at the restaurant we went to in some airport. Boston, maybe? I can't remember."

"It had sprinkles," Roux added with a note of hope in her voice.

"Well, we definitely have sprinkles in the house." Becky kissed the top of Roux's head. "Let's get out of the fort and we'll see what we have in the fridge and what we need to get."

Roux gave her an incredulous look. "You'll just kiss Dada again."

"Not true. I would want to," Becky allowed, looking up at Seth, who was trying not to laugh. "But I promise I'll be out right after you."

"Okay." The dubiousness in Roux's tone was almost comical as she started her way back out of the pillowfort. "I'm watching."

"I know." Becky turned around as best she could and started heading out of the small tunnel.

Seth grinned, giving her ass a gentle smack. "I'm watching too."

"Oh, trust me, I know."

#combatfaerie fic #brollins fic #rollynch fic

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po1songore · 3 years ago

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anything you'd crave part c

warning the follower chapter includes but is not limited to female reader, age gap, mention of daddy issues, sweet talk, nicknames and pet names of sexual nature, mention of harassment, heartbreak for the reader etc etc. proceed at your own risk.

authors note! hey, is this another character added?!you but it is, say hi to jeremy,yes, we talking fnaf jeremy !

AUTHORS NOTE 2! next chapter will contain a shit ton of smut,im blue balling you but its totally worth it

a little groan escaped your lips and your head threw back."fuck...that hurts-.."you whined out, sweat dripping down your temple as you held onto the chair in front of you, your back arched..

jane sighed a bit."if you keep crying out like its your first time i won't be able to tighten this fucking dress ."

"why did he even choose a dress with laces on the back?!"

"because it looks good when its tied, you are just crying. dont you know y/n that beauty is pain?take another breath."

you took yet another deep breath and soon it was all set, the dress was fixed on your body and you stepped towards the mirror, heels clicking on the wooden floor of your room. a deep purple silk dress, hugging your figure tightly as the back was open and tied by laces and chains. you looked absolutely gorgeous, the black heels and purse setting the whole thing up.

looking at the reflection you saw jeremy, your childhood friend standing there with the dark coat on his hands as he waited for you to slide your hands through.

you did so and turned to smile at your friends.you looked and felt amazing, and the smile on your face added onto that so much.

"so..how do i look?"

"like a million dollars baby!"jane said and fixed your dress a bit more on your body as jeremy nodded a bit."hey,if this thing works out and he falls in love with you like the movies show, when you are a billionaire dont forget us."he said chuckling.

"of course not, who do you think ill be riding my personal jet with?"you added in the joke."im sorry guys,i know tonight was movie night and all,but i really need this money."

"ahh,are you insane?we will be fine, if i was you id suggest to blow him too for that amount."the girl said which made you red immediately and hit her with your purse.

and the clock ticked and you were finally there, walking outside the limousine and holding onto william's arm. and just for one moment you felt nice.it didnt feel like a boss with his worker, it felt sweet.maybe it was the way he held onto you, or the smell of his cologne, or the way his eyes were glued on you.maybe even the way the suit fit him, the purple tie that matched your dress. maybe jeremy was right for telling you you had some type of daddy issues all these years. you could get used to this. the photographers snapping all these shots of you walking side by side with him,people opening the door to the mansion for you .paparazzi asking your name too.

but you knew none of these was real .you knew you weren't some famous lady, you were just someone that worked as a journalist .you ate with your hands, you could afford cheap beers at best, and you weren't the best at walking on heels. and most importantly you knew this wasn't genuine. you were not the interest of william fucking afton, you were just a pretty and young girl that is a fine accessory besides him.

but why does that bother you?you only cared about your pay.

"hey,y/n."

you snapped out of your thoughts for a moment there and looked up to him as you walked in the mansion.gold and white decorations all around, a plethora of well dressed people you recognized from magazines. butlers everywhere, serving and cleaning.

"you dont have to smile for the cameras and all, these guys are a pain in the ass i know."

a little smile exited your lips as you shook your head.

"okay,now we are gonna meet some rich idiots that think they are better than us.i want you to be super kind and if they say something weird, laugh it off,ill deal with them."

you weren't sure what he meant by that.you tried to not pay attention to all the flashes blinding you from every side.soon enough a large group of men with their partners came along, and talked to william.you got lost though,only staring up at him.

"yeah, we could totally invest to that."

"seems like you have been investing in more than just business, will."

soon chuckles and eyes were turned to you.your face melted from embarrassment as you wanted so bad to say something but,you really didn't want to disappoint william.he asked you to ignored them and thats exactly what you're gonna do.

"huh,cat got her tongue?didn't know you went for mute girls now. at least this one doesn't talk back.what is she, another one of these ones living in these filthy neighborhoods."

"no!"you spoke up, making everyone turn to you.great job y/n.now you have explanations to give that wont make a fool of mr afton.

"i..im y/n l/n, daughter of d/n l/n.my father owns 7% of afton robotics expenses.so please, don't compare me to all those others you are referring to."

you looked at william

then william looked at you

then you both looked at the shocked group and smiled.

"of course, y/n here is going to inherit her dad's place as one of the most important...investors of my company. im even honored she said yes to coming with me tonight!"william said and wrapped his arm around your waist giving you a little squeeze, the way his hand felt on your side making your throat shut.

"well then...

we are so sorry mrs. l/n, we had no idea of your statues.you are more than welcome on our next events as well, we could even talk about some future business plans."

as you were about to speak william interrupted you by pulling you aside."we would love that but i have to show y/n the mansion, maybe some other time."

once you two were lost in the crowd of the people and hid in the buffet, william immediately looked at you like you were out of your fucking mind.

"really y/n?!dad is an investor of 7% of MY company?"he whispered loudly and chugged down immediatly a shot of whiskey from the bar.

"I don't know i dont even have a dad to begin with!!i just didnt like the way they talked to me.."you said and gulped down a glass yourself.

"okay..this is okay as long as the press doesn't learn about this, we are okay.but for the rest of the night you can not tell anyone anything like that again all right...?"he told you, eyes locked to yours in an almost hurt manner."promise."

"okay i promise i wont."

with a nod, he poured you two another drink for each.and the night passed smoothly, you kept that big mouth of yours shut and you just kept on chugging glasses of rum and whiskey until you were too numb to even answer.not just you, but william too, a sentence could not be formed without a giggle.and now, it was finally time to go, and you two walked out down the carpet of the mansion, leading to the road.you were surprised he held you up well enough that neither of you fell to the ground.

"okay."he shut the door of the limo and sat besides you.

"whats your address y/n..i...i think i need to drop you down..i mean home..i.."genuine drunken giggles filled the car as you giggled at his laugh, and fell back on the seat absolutely dead.

"i live in...in..holy shit!"you laughed realizing you didn't remember your new address since you were new in the neighborhood and the alcohol didn't help clear the memory.

"its okay, you can sleep at my place..what was it..princess of denmark?"

"no it was daughter of investor."

you two broke into laughter in the backseat,your head on his chest as tears filled your eyes from laughs.the whole limo smelled of rum and cologne.you almost blacked out on top of william but sadly the ride was over soon,as you reached his house.

"c'mon, lets get you up and then you can sleep."

the cold air made your vision better for a few seconds,only enough to see the four floor house with the gigantic garden, pool and glass windows of your boss.as he put his security code on the door, you were dumbfounded.

"this isnt a house this is a museum god.."you said as william laughed a bit.

"no..its not that grand."he helped you in, and shut the door behind.you, drunken and careless at this point took off your heels and threw them aside, while afton undid his tie and ran a hand through his hair."hell i cant even stand straight.."he told you with a little giggle.

"me neither..i think my entire makeup is ruined too.."

"i doubt it, but i cant promise it either, im not sure i can even tell the colors on your face."he said with a little chuckle and walked closer to check on your makeup.

"isn't it smudged?"you asked with a little giggle and held onto his arm, his hand going on your lip to fix the smudge on the side of your lips.

"no its perfect actually..."by now your faces were inches away from each other, to the point you could feel his breath.

"well.."you cleared your throat."why dont we..uh..ruin it a bit?"

after a second, you felt william's lips on yours, and a small groan of relief escaping him, as the room filled with your heavy breaths.your hands flew to rest on his shoulders as his moved to your hips,and you felt yourself sit back on top of the couch's back..

"wait y/n im so sorr-"

"no dont be."you pulled him by his collar bringing him in onto your lips again, now his hands pulling on your hips to glue you on his body immediately..

#fnaf #five nights at freddy's #michael afton #william afton #william afton headcanon #williamafton #fnaf 4 #william afton x reader #💌po1son has mail!#jeremy fitzgerald

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