#oh hi elevator hitch fandom

[kogglyuffs]

normal, just a normal guy

[ghosts-in-season]

"Oh, I'm the new

employee...!"

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Hi there!! Nice to meet you!! I've decided to (re)make (and pin) this post so that you lot get to know me better!!

💼 Ghost/Rookie (you could call me Lucian if you want to)

💼 He/They/Bun | Trans Guy | Gay

💼 Creator of the @ask-studioinvestigrave-roomies ask blog, the @hair-ties-and-eldritch-eyes ask blog and @only-another-reflection ask blog

My blog is my personal one!! I mostly just reblog and post whenever I feel like it! My fandoms that changed my brain chemistry include;

┊★：ELEVATOR HITCH

┊☆：Cold Front

┊★：Eloquent Countenance

┊☆：Dead Plate

┊★：Married in Red

┊☆：RPG Maker Horror in general

┊★：MALEVOLENT (PODCAST)

┊☆：Dead Boy Detectives

┊★：VOCALOID/SYNTHS

┊☆：Boothill,,, just... just specifically Boothill :3

┊★：TIOS Comic (Nyoomian)

┊☆：whatever the fuck is going on in these sig ask blogs (sig/elehitch ask lore as i call it)

I have plenty more but these are ones you'll see popping up on my blog!

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whorehouse. || 💦

➥ 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 | 𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐢 𝐲𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐣𝐮𝐧 𝐱 𝐥𝐞𝐞 𝐣𝐮𝐲𝐞𝐨𝐧 𝐱 𝐡𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐲𝐮𝐧𝐣𝐢𝐧 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

➥ 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐄 | 𝐟𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐬! 𝐚𝐮, 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭

➥ 𝐖/𝐂 |  4k

➥ 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒 | 𝐧𝐨, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐬. 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐮𝐛𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐛𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦. 𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞.

➥ 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 | 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐮𝐚𝐥 𝐬𝐞𝐱! , 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞, 𝐝𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤, 𝐝𝐨𝐠𝐠𝐲𝐬𝐭𝐲𝐥𝐞, 𝐭𝐨𝐲𝐬, 𝐨𝐫𝐚𝐥!𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐨𝐫𝐚𝐥!𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐢𝐞, 𝐰𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐧𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐲 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐭 𝟏𝟖+ 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲.

multi-fandom ask requested by @light164star​ hope you enjoy this my love!

in any normal university a fraternity represents ambition, passion, and integrity amongst brotherhood. but things were different in your university.

the Sigma Chi (ΣΧ)’s were different. they stayed in this big gorgeous frat house across campus, they threw the best parties and had the best of everything. they had the best selection of everything on campus, even down to the best dining hall. they were very selective to who they admitted. well, judging by the guys you saw leave that building it seemed as if they only accepted the best of the best. the best looking guys, best athletes, the academic powerhouses, the all rounders. every guy on campus wished they were one of them and every girl wished they could be with one of them. but the Sigma Chi’s never dated anyone. that was their number one rule.

and lastly, the sigma chi was rich. not because it was full of a bunch of guys who were spoiled rotten by their parents. not because the university provided them with full ride scholarships. but because the sigma chi house wasn’t what everyone thought it was. of  course it was a house of brotherhood, but they had subscribers all across campus. including you. and the university officials had yet to know that. not that anyone would snitch anyway, they practically had everyone wrapped around their fingers. they even managed to wane off some of the security guards and professors from scoping out their territory, giving them hush money for their loyalty.

i know what you’re thinking. no -- the sigma chi’s aren’t a mafia. despite their ways they’re actually far from a mafia. they were a fraternity. they were a business. and one thing for certain, two things for sure, don’t you ever meddle in the business of the sigma chi’s. no one has ever came back from that little mistake. as far as you were concerned the victims were basically wiped off the face of the earth, complete lost of contact, even their social media accounts deleted and deactivated. no one knew what the sigma chi’s did to them but no one wanted to find out either.

anyway, you held your head low while walking towards the steps of the house. not everyone on campus knew about their little secret but that still didn’t keep you from being embarrassed about yours. you were a happy subscriber and you weren’t going to deny that. sometimes you wondered how your application even got accepted. but it did. you went into the little convenience store they held in the building, waiting for kim seungmin/kang taehyun/ ju haknyeon, either one of them were required to check you in. they worked at the house convenience store but little did anyone know the trio were the brains behind the whorehouse. they didn’t handle much subscribers themselves, but faithfully took care of admissions and payments. oh, and also check in’s. no one could get service or even have access to the whorehouse without going through them first.

the motion detector chimed indicating that they had a customer. you bit your lips looking around a bit, hoping no one walked in right after you. hoping they would think you’re just there to purchase snacks or something. with his sleeves rolled up from handling the store’s stock--coming from the back was kim seungmin. he approaches the back of the counter and does a little head tilt, indicating that you needed to show your identification. you reached your fingers into your wallet and plucked up your student identification card, sliding it on the counter. he reaches for it and opens an app on his smartphone, making sure you were a paying subscriber. lord knows they had enough people behind on payments yet still trying to receive service. even though you knew you were up to date on your payments you still gulped. seungmin never really showed much of any facial expression which scared you. just a sullen, hard expression that made everyone around him think he hated them. 

“you’re all set. sign this slip”.

he grabbed the small notepad full of paper slips he’d printed and specially designed himself, writing the date and his signature signifying that he approved your service. it was your job to sign the bottom line though confirming your consent to anything included in your service. you swiftly grabbed a pen and scribbled your signature.

“room 502. make sure you give them that or else you’ll have to leave”.

you nod and place the slip in your pocket, taking the elevator to the floor. you admit you were nervous as hell, this is how you were each visit. when you’re a subscriber you don’t know what type of service you can get. you’re just assigned to a random room and you’re promised a good orgasm-- several even--- by the time you leave. the way university was stressing you out these days that’s all you needed. your feet finally approach the door and you knock hesitantly. the door opens a bit, just enough to show his face and they grey and black silk robe he was wearing. it was choi yeonjun. fuck. you were scheduled with choi yeonjun today. there was no doubt in your mind that you’ll be fucking ruined.

“slip?”.

you fished it out of your pocket and showed him. he took it and nodded before crumbling it and tossing it in the nearby trash can. he opened the door further, you could see the dark room only illuminated by the deep red lights that lined the perimeter of the room. your heart dropped to the pit of your stomach at the sight of handcuffs, a pack of gummy worms and a vibrator sitting on the edge of the bed.

“come in”.

you nervously slipped through the crack of the door while he shuts it behind you. the room smelled like cherries, it always did for some reason. you stood there and swallowed. you could hear yeonjun faintly chuckling behind you, his hand brushing along your waist.

“you scared baby?”.

“y-yes”. you stammer. he kisses your cheek.

“you should be. take those panties off and get on all fours for me”.

“okay”. you stuttered once more doing as you were told. you came here enough to know that clothes always went on the clothing rack beside the door. fully naked you hesitantly crawl on the bed and remain on all fours just as instructed. you could hear the clashing metal of the handcuffs behind you as yeonjun undoes them and hooks them around both of your wrists and around the headboard. the cold metal ring clung painfully tight around your wrists and you gasp a little at how rough he was.  your back was now arched in the perfect bow and anything he wanted to do he could do it, your body was at his full disposal. you could feel his hand slide down your midsection and your breathing hitched. he removes it and lowers himself to the level of your face just to glare into your eyes. you stared into the abyss of his eyes in fear. he takes two fingers and rub them together, smearing the wetness he collected from you before slipping them in his mouth. he then slides it out.

“you’re not wet enough”.

and on that note he shifts to another side of the room and you heard the familiar sound of goo melt into the palm of his hand. you wince at how cold it was when he coated you with it, getting a good rub on your clit before slipping his fingers inside of you just to coat you that way. a subtle moan left your lips when he did so, unbeknownst to you that yeonjun had other plans when it came to your needy noises.

“none of that today,”. he says in response before picking up a pack of long heavy gummy worms. “that’s what these are for”. he ripped the pack open and grabbed a handful just to go over and shove between your lips. “I don’t want to hear any sounds from you today, you understand?”. you nod with the gummy treats in between your teeth. they were so thick you didn’t know how anyone could ever chew through them.

the buzzing noise of the vibrator rang behind you and your feet immediately grew cold. you couldn’t back out now. you paid for this. this is what you subscribed for. you had to take it.

yeonjun clutches your thighs and slides himself beneath you, face to face with your pussy that was practically begging for him at this point. you felt the smooth, thick grey vibrator slip past your slippery folds pushed deep inside you. in an instant you no longer knew how you were going to keep your legs in place this whole time. you started breathing hard gnawing on the gummies as hard as you possibly could. “shaking already baby? you’re going to have a hard time today”.

he steadily holds the toy, sinking it between your folds and pulling it back out slowly relishing the way your wetness coated it. moans awaited in your throat yet you forced them back down. yeonjun loved the way your pussy looked from this angle but most importantly he loved the way your clit looked. plump and glistening with lube. he softly hums and slides his tongue against it. you gasp but this time refusing to exhale.

“mmm”. he hums again and gives it another cat lick before pushing his face closer and coddling it between his lips. you decided to breathe, as shaky as it sounded at least you weren’t making any noises. but fuck you wanted to. the way he was twisting and moving the toy inside you, the way his wet tongue felt curling against your clit, you wanted to collapse. and he knew it.

he groans after pulling away from your folds with a thin spit string to follow but he couldn’t keep himself from going in for more. he ate you like a hungry tiger, each taste of you is like heaven in the coil of his tongue.  that’s what killed you the most. that’s what made your legs tremor the most. yeonjun didn’t eat pussy as if he wanted to eat pussy. he ate pussy as if he needed to eat it. and that made all the difference.

every lick sent electricity straight to his groin. the fact that you were shaking above him unable to do anything but breathe heavy and take whatever he was giving you turned him on. he thought your little lips were so soft, pretty and scrumptious. he slid his tongue around every crease and fold refusing to neglect a sector. he always had an unquenchable desire to please. your insides burned with agony. he told you that you weren’t allowed to make noise yet he ate you like this? you couldn’t take it. your breathing was already heavy and your legs were already on the verge of collapsing so if he didn’t stop within the next 5 seconds you’d be a moaning mess through the gummies in your mouth.

he fucks you with the toy a bit faster,  twisting it inside you while he flat tongued your clit prior to sucking it gently; hallowing his cheeks in the process. your eyes close and the jolts of pleasure made your tummy cave in. your heart rate soars and now your wrists were writhing desperately inside the cuffs. it felt so fucking good. god, it felt so good. your torso was on fire. his fingers dug into your innermost thigh while his tongue further explored you. he licks a particular spot that you weren’t quite fond of anyone licking, sending a bone shuddering moan through the air.

“ ffuckk! please!”.

yeonjun halts his movements at the sound of it. you mentally cursed at yourself. how could you be so stupid?

“what was that?”.

you swallowed. you agreed to keep silent. that was a bad choice. he slipped himself from underneath you and approached your face, grabbing your jaw roughly forcing his attention on him.  “answer me when I’m speaking to you”.

lord knows you wanted to. but he looked so incredibly scary like this your jaw trembled at the thought of even replying. he lets go of you forcing your head to drop back down in between your shoulders. “you don’t want to fucking listen right?”. you heard a barely audible chuckle but you knew he wasn’t chuckling because anything was humorous. “I got something for you”.

the sound of that made your heart drop. you didn’t know what the hell that meant. your mind couldn’t even grasp what it could possibly mean. all you knew was that you were handcuffed to this bed in this dark red room, your body in the position of complete freewill. after a couple of minutes more of drowning in the fear of your own thoughts the door behind you open and close. you heard not one set-- but other sets footsteps creak the floor. your eyes grew as wide as moons. little did you know though, this was all apart of their plan. yeonjun knew you wouldn’t be able to take what he was doing to you.

“since you don’t know how to shut up, I brought some friends who won’t mind doing it for you”.

squatting to your eye level was lee juyeon, another one of sigma chi’s most honorable members. he does this sly smirk before rubbing your cheek with his hand. “how you doing precious?”. your heart began to pound dangerously fast. sliding his hand through your hair was hwang hyunjin, on the other side of your face wearing the same smirk as juyeon. “damn you’ve got a pretty one jun”. he comments. if you weren’t bound to the headboard you’d run out of sheer nervousness. but you couldn’t.

juyeon grabbed your jaw and glares into your eyes steadily, almost as if he were searching for something. with him doing this you hadn’t even noticed that yeonjun and hyunjin disappeared behind you. “you have some pretty lips. you know that? show me how well you can suck my dick“.

he fiddles with the waistband of his briefs, giving you a gorgeous view of his chiseled body and you wanted to melt right then and there. however someone was groping your thighs underneath you and you realized yeonjun was back in the same position as before. and hyunjin was above him, his hands groping your ass and kneading it. he spills some lube into the palm of his hand and shoves two slendery, slippery fingers inside your ass without warning. you choked on your own spit and wince at the pain. he rubbed his clothed dick against you, biting his lips.

“have you ever done anal before baby?”.

you shudder. “nno i haven’t”.

he hums before scissoring his fingers inside you a bit more, stretching you out so his dick could fit perfectly. you’ll admit, you weren’t too keen on anal before hyunjin stuffed his dick inside you and filled you to the brim. yeonjun attaches his lips to your clit again, and juyeon rubs his dick against your lips forcing you to take him in whole. more than anything you didn’t know you’d be experiencing this. being ruined by three men instead of one.

you hummed against the shaft of juyeon’s dick at the feeling of yeonjun’s tongue licking your soft folds through and through, all the while hyunjin’s giving you soft thrusts from behind. the delicious mix of pleasure made you delirious. your tummy caved in and your thighs were trembling once again. and oh yeah, yeonjun got his wishes of you staying quiet. juyeon was filling your mouth so much a sound could barely be audible. juyeon slips his hands in your hair, jerking your head back just so he could see your mouth filled his precum. he grins.

“a subscriber of the whorehouse gets used like a whore. you like this shit don’t you?”.

hyunjin grips your waist harder and chuckles. “she can’t talk with her mouth full. she’s being a lady”.

juyeon smirks and glances down at you trying to suck him as far as you could possibly reach. “is that true? you’re trying to be polite?”.

yeonjun smirks and licks another stripe up your wet swollen clit before chiming in. “if so, shes at the wrong place. polite prissy princesses don’t get fucked and sucked this good”.

hyunjin slams a hand down on your ass, making it jiggle underneath his palm. “they sure don’t”. you groan against juyeon’s length feeling like you could pass out any second. he thrusted himself between your lips steadily loving the sloppy, messy sounds your mouth was making in the process.

“look at you...you suck dick and take it good. who taught you this?”. juyeon growls.

you softly whine, crying in response. numerous moans left your throat but it was a mystery on whether or not they’d actually be heard. it didn’t even matter though because all three of them was groaning loud enough to drown out the sound of yours. you felt like you were going to lose your damn mind being used like this. the pleasure of it all made your toes curl and body shiver. yeonjun’s wet lips were coated in nothing but you precum at this point and hyunjin speeds up the movements of his waist, snapping into you like he’d never get a chance to do it again. well, considering the system of the whorehouse he just might not. and he was making it evident.

“fuck, your pretty ass”. hyunjin groans while throwing his head back and biting his lips, slamming you back against his waist every chance he got. your ass was pretty like this, stemming down from your cinched waist it was plump and perfect from this angle. hyunjin thought he could watch it bounce against him all day if he could. you unintentionally pushed back on him leaving a hum of approval sputtering from him lips. “oh shit”. he grumbled.

“she’s fucking you while riding yeonjun’s face. shit, I like her”. juyeon licks his lips while holding your hair in up a makeshift ponytail. tears jerk from your eyes as he shoves his dick down your throat again before pulling it back out. you gagged enough to spit his precum back over his tip.

“I like her too”. hyunjin mentions, completely stopping his hips just to watch you desperately fuck yourself to an orgasm. a throaty groan became a murmur as your legs trembled and the familiar wave of electricity washed over your whole entire body. you didn’t know how much more you could take.

“she’s pulsating so hard around my tongue I think she’s about to cum”.

“she’s so cute look at her fucking herself. you gonna cream all over us baby?”. hyunjin groans.

your high pitched whine rang through the steamy atmosphere and as if your body listened to hyunjin words you did just that, your juices spilling down his thighs and waterfalls down yeonjun’s chin. hyunjin slips his fingers into the curve of your waist and fucks a bit more until your ass was filled with his cum, and the sticky contents of juyeons fluids were already slithering down your throat. your body spasmed and jerk so hard and yeonjun licks the aftershocks out of you before getting up and fucking your throat until he got a fix of his own. he grunts and roughly pulls your hair while he does so, letting his hot cum spill down your throat after he was finished. your limbs felt so weak. you wanted to just stay there and sleep. but unfortunately you had to walk back to your residence hall in this condition. it was fucking worth it though.

after you were freed from the handcuffs you could see the bruised rings on your wrist from them both. “put your clothes back on, go back to your dorm and take care of yourself baby”. yeonjun speaks just before they all vacated the room.

[enduracarrotchips]

YouTuber AU

Hello welcome to Dating Scandal but with Twitter Involved (nightmare)

A little exposition here: 

Link, Zelda, Sidon, Revali, and Riju are the most popular group of youtubers on the internet and have a huge fanbase that likes to theorize, draw fanart, and write fanfiction about them. Disclaimer, I don’t actually interact with real-person fandoms myself lol there’s just too much potential for drama and misunderstandings & they’re always bound to end in a dumpster fire but that is sort of what this au is about so.

Impa, Mipha, Daruk, and Urbosa are family friends that appear in a lot of their videos/streams. 

(This is an art blog I swear)

enter vidcon 20XX

Link: 

blows stuff up/sets stuff on fire with a side of cooking vids and gaming

most are filmed outside, he does those challenges where you try to cook stuff with limited ingredients/materials

has the largest fanbase of all of them, but not the most…intimidating.

does a lot of collab videos, mostly with Impa, Daruk, and Riju because they have similar interests/channels, but Zelda appears in his videos and is seen filming and the stans read too far into it

simps. i’m pointing at you.

Most popular videos are “shield surfing on rock!—how I broke my leg” “can Daruk eat Impa’s motorcycle?” and “how to inhale ranch dressing.”

Twitter handle is @ arsonistslullabye because he’s a hozier fan

45m subs

Zelda:

theories, analyses, conspiracies, and the occasional e x p e r i m e n t

she once got link to eat a frog for 50 bucks.

most people argue that she’s better than more popular YouTubers because she actually has quality content to give to the world and she has a lot of defensive supporters

She used to get a lot of hate before Urbosa spoke up about it and scared the bejeezus out of everyone

has an actual posting schedule

“Happy Sunday everyone, it’s Zelda Hyrule and today we will be talking about cryptozoology and why blupees exist, you cowards.”

Twitter handle is @ zeldaofhyrule and she is pan. just so you know. One of those calm extroverts that mystify me to this day.

18m subs

Sidon:

fashion/life hacks. Like gourmet troom troom but if they were real people.

Has the 2nd largest fanbase

most of them are girls

Sidon has a boyfriend though, which he told everyone at VidCon a few years ago

cue the drama and shipping and the entire fandom trying to figure out who the boyfriend is. A well known reddit thread emerged that presented the common guesses being Link, Sidon, and Zelda.

“But it can’t be Zelda, Sidon’s gay.”

“I’m not in the fandom but I thought Zelda was a boy??”

“Did you just say Sidon? Is that a typo? Are you saying that Sidon’s dating himself?”

Sidon x Sidon became a fandom joke.

Don’t look at me I’m just setting up all the worldbuilding. every fandom has their weird dark sides and Sidon x Sidon is the Linkcest of the Sidon YT fandom.

Mystery BF is actually Bazz, a pretty inconspicuous guy who appeared in a few of his videos. This was confirmed a year ago, but everyone still ships him with other YouTubers because they’re convinced he was lying to throw them off his scent. He really can’t catch a break and this is why you should not ship real people.

Twitter handle is @ officialprincesidon

says “beguiling” a lot

21m subs ᕙ( ͡❛ ▿ ͡❛)ᕗ

Mipha:

Sidon’s sister, hasn’t posted a single video but just has the channel for show because she appears in so many of Sidon’s videos as a model for his makeup tutorials and whatnot

has 328k for that. Everyone loves her, she’s great. @ mimipha

Revali:

Link’s sworn rival

Link thinks they’re friends

He kept popping up in link’s Twitter threads and making snarky comments until zelda called him out for not even following link (so why was he stalking his acc) which kept the Twitter drama to a minimum

Revali was the catalyst of a few popular memes and that’s where most of his subs come from.

drags link into a few challenges that always get a ton of views because of how competitive they get

“ITS JUST ASININE” is a running joke that everyone tries to get him to say. His @ is itsjustasinine as well

Urbosa is the only person who can win an argument with him

5m subs and growing rapidly. newer to youtube than everyone else.

Impa:

Doesn’t have a channel she’s just a mutual friend of Mipha, Zelda, and Link

Rides a motorcycle, so she is used in a few of Link’s videos.

@ ihaveamotorcycle because she thinks having a motorcycle is a personality trait. the most unruly on Twitter when it comes to replying to fan’s stuff, leaking upcoming videos and generally causing chaos.

Mipha’s girlfriend. That’s how she met Zelda and Link.

Urbosa:

Is actually a model, but she has a ton of YouTuber friends because she’s known Zelda since birth.

when she entered the youtube community she didn’t realize she would be adopting like 15 children

5m subs. her videos are professional & related to her modelling career. @ urbosasfury

I feel like she would do unboxing vids. I’m not sure what she’s unboxing.

Daruk

Just a friend of Link’s, fun guy. yells a lot. once ate a rock and had no reaction.

people are scared of him for that reason

Riju:

yoga & gymnastics & “ha look at how flexible I am its eAsY” videos

you know the type

she also does reactions and is sponsored by save the sand seals charities which she is very enthusiastic about. She’s also Urbosa’s niece and the only minor in the gang (15). I like to think that the champions YT community is actually not creepy so everyone respects her a ton

doesn’t post frequently, she mostly appears in Link’s videos to jump out of airplanes or whatever. And sometimes Zelda’s if she’s interested in the topic. 500k subs, but she’s always really popular when she appears in Link’s videos.

VidCon:

In the months leading up to VidCon, some fans on the internet made a few discoveries: first of all, that the inside of Link’s house is painted green. This is a big deal because all of his videos are filmed outside either in his backyard or on trips that he and the brosquad go on to do…whatever bros do. explosions. idk. The point is he had some announcement about VidCon and filmed it inside. Only the wall and a potted plant were shown.

However, the colour was similar to the the shade of Zelda’s living room. Fans dug through years and years of old videos and found a clip of Zelda walking through a hallway, where there was an open door and a glimpse of a houseplant.

There were 2 types of responses to the theory:

“They could just be roommates guys calm down”

“and they were ROOMMATES?”

others pointed out that Link could just not have a house and had to crash in Zelda’s

Some guy on reddit claimed he had a botany degree and declared that the houseplants in the clips were not of the same genus. Normal people pointed out that the plant would have grown 4 years between the clips and would look considerably different.

#Zelink trended on twitter for a while and people posted other old clips from both of their channels and the frog video blew up again

Impa retweeted a post tagged as #zelink with “rofl” and later publicly apologized for causing confusion.

Fans noticed that in the “can a motorcycle drive over my arm” (it was clickbait he’s fine) episode 2 years ago, Link was eating out of a paper lunch bag with his name written on it in handwriting that a few people claimed to look like Zelda’s, leading people to believe that she had packed him a lunch.

However, this theory was shot down with the counterargument that Zelda can’t cook. although. i mean how much skill do you need to make a sandwich.

No one knows what tumblr is doing at this time

Zelda wore a scarf in her “Save the Sand Seals” video that matched identically to the scarf Link wore when he travelled to Hebra to film a shield surfing video, but it’s been debated wether it’s actually the same scarf or not.

Neither Zelda nor Link has spoken up about the theories, and besides Impa’s one slip on twitter, neither has any of their friends. Zelda received a lot of backlash for the assumption that she was dating Link because he has a lot of delusional fans that didn’t want her to “steal their man” or whatever the hell that type of fan would get mad about

Oh yea and bolson & karson run a zelink fanpage on twitter sorry I forgot about that

after that whole mess, everyone was even more anticipant of VidCon in the hopes that some of their questions would be answered.

The whole batch went to VidCon this year: Link, Impa, Daruk, and Riju are a gang while Sidon and Mipha go together and Zelda & Revali each go separately. Urbosa is there for supervision moral support

Zelda has always been much better at dodging questions that she doesn’t want to answer than anyone else, so her Q&A went without a hitch. When asked to confirm the rumours she said “which one?” and then moved on to the next question (without actually confirming any rumours).

Link is generally a more awkward person but eventually said that he had filmed the video in Zelda’s house because it was nicer and didn’t realize it would cause such an uproar. Fans were disappointed, but Bolson claimed he saw Link and Zelda exiting the hotel elevator on the same floor after Link’s Q&A session. No one believed him.

Fans went back to theorizing over who Link, Zelda, and Sidon were all dating, because apparently they can’t just be dating unknown people and have to be with other YouTubers

Sidon and Bazz got engaged about a week after VidCon, making at least 4 preteen girls cry

actually try 4 million

Sidon x Sidon made a brief comeback but Sidon spoke up about his fandom for the first time ever on twitter and told everyone that no, he was not dating himself. eventually, everyone settled down and accepted that none of them were in a relationship save for a few loud fans.

Link and Zelda still got the occasional “when will you tell us who you’re dating?” comment but most of them were joking and the people who still hardcore shipped them were generally frowned upon. Zelda’s popularity went up after VidCon and she regained the 200k subscribers she’d lost after the first theory dropped.

Two months after VidCon, Link posted a video titled “Zelda and I’s House Tour!” and gave around 45 million people a heart attack

as revealed in the video, they had actually been dating since they were 16 and everyone’s just a fool.

the potted plant is named Hestu.

[luminnara]

The Dismemberment Song PART 2 | BOP Victor Zsasz x Reader | 18+

Fandom: Birds of Prey

Words:

Summary: Zsasz takes a liking to one of the burlesque dancers at Roman’s club. It turns out the two have a little history together...and they both want to do something about their unresolved tension.

PART ONE | PART TWO 

Thanks so much for reading!! I really really hope you like this, because BOP Zsasz needs more love and attention, and I, for one, am determined to give it to him! 

Words: 3,666

Warnings: Alcohol, blood, violence, mutilation, that good good smutty smut (oral, penetration), kinda dom!Zsasz

Requests are open!!

You had never been in Roman Sionis’s penthouse. It was strictly off limits to anyone he didn’t personally invite, and you didn’t even think that his favorite little bird, Dinah Lance, had been up there. Now, though, here you were, stepping out of the elevator with Zsasz on your heels as you marveled at the converted loft. 

“Holy shit,” you breathed, looking around. 

Roman’s place was filled with weird art, all sorts of exotic masks sitting on pedestals or hanging on the walls. There was a long, dark dinner table with a decorative fruit platter sitting in the center, and an open floor plan allowed to see the spacious living room surrounded by huge walls of windows that overlooked the East End. It was the perfect blend of luxurious and industrial for someone like Roman, and you sighed as you imagined yourself living somewhere so nice.

“‘Sthat all about?” Zsasz asked in that rough, low, almost drawling voice.

“Just admiring the view,” you said as you left him to go stand before the windows.

“Yeah,” Zsasz agreed. “It’s nice.”

But his eyes were on you, not the Gotham skyline.

“Do you stay here with him?” You asked, turning to look at Roman’s henchman with a bright, exuberant smile on your face, as if you hadn’t just murdered a man onstage in the club.

“I do.” Zsasz approached you, hands in his pockets as he moved in that watchful, predatory way you always saw him slinking around with. “I’ve gotta protect the boss. He needs me.”

“You must do a pretty good job of it.” You mused. Now that you were confident that Roman wasn’t going to have Zsasz peel your face off, you were allowing yourself to relax again.

“It’s my job.” He said simply, coming to stand behind you. He was so close that you could smell his cologne, his breath hot on your neck as he leaned in.

You froze.

His chest was brushing your back and you were almost certain he could hear the way your heart was hammering away in your chest. You held perfectly still, not daring to move a muscle as Zsasz brought a hand up to brush your bloodstained curls away from your shoulder.

His fingers were rough, calloused, and warm, just like the rest of him, his hands big and strong enough that you were confident he could kill you unarmed in the blink of an eye. The weird, sadistic side of you would welcome it; though you had never admitted it to anybody before, you were pretty sure that Victor Zsasz was the only man you would ever allow to kill you.

You could remember the first time you met him, years ago, when he and Roman came to your old gig to convince you to start up at the Black Mask. He had less scars back then, but still the same bleached hair and that fucking handsome stubble on his jaw. You had been entranced as you watched him follow your eventual employer around, the club owner giving them their own corner booth and all the bottle service that Roman Sionis could possibly want.

You could remember how your legs had turned to jelly when the shift manager sent you over to them, but you must have managed to hide it well, because you spent the rest of the night drinking and partying with Roman fucking Sionis. Then, obviously, one thing led to another, and you had gone to work for him.

The part you had never told anyone about, though, the part you never spoke of, was the part where Zsasz had taken you into a vip room.

You didn’t remember all the details about everything that night, but you could still recall every moment you spent on his lap. Every appreciative squeeze he gave your ass and thighs, every low moan he let out as you rocked your hips with his. You still dreamt about it once in a while, even though you were sure that it had all been something about Roman making his lackey inspect the goods before hiring you.

But still...you had loved it.

He always wore his shirts unbuttoned a fair ways down to show off the scars on his upper chest, but that night, you had gotten to see more. You could remember how you had run your fingers over them, and the way that Zsasz had watched you almost reverently. You didn’t know exactly why he etched them into himself, if it was to intimidate everyone or for some personal reason, but you didn’t find them odd or ugly. You loved the raised scar tissue and the way it felt, so smooth to the touch despite looking so gnarled, and it was one of the many reasons you had always harbored a secret liking for Victor Zsasz.

Now, as he stood so close behind you, you felt that same jelly in your legs.

“You should get cleaned up, kitten.” He said in that low voice. “The boss wouldn’t want you making a mess.”

You tilted your head slightly, watching him out of the corner of your eye. “Why don’t you show me to the shower then, Zsasz?”

It came out more sultry than you had intended, but when he responded by pressing his hips into your ass, you were glad. He caught the way your breath hitched in your throat, his eyes trained on yours as he did nothing but stare at you for a few agonizingly long moments.

“Right this way, Princess.” He finally broke away.

You brushed off your mild disappointment, mentally chastising yourself for hoping that would have gone further, and followed him down a hallway, passing a few closed doors before reaching one that stood open. When Victor stepped in and flipped the light switch, you stood and gawked at what awaited you.

Of course Roman Sionis would have the nicest guest bathroom in Gotham.

It was huge, a claw foot tub sitting against the wall across from the sink while a shower was situation at the far end. Everything was off-white and antique gold, simple and elegant and clearly very expensive.

“Holy shit,” you said under your breath, for the second time that night. “Roman doesn’t skimp out, does he?”

“The boss has expensive taste.” Zsasz said, following you in. “Get in the shower.”

You turned and looked at him. “Little privacy might be nice.”

He only stared back.

“Zsasz...?” You gave a little nod towards the door.

“Oh,” he chuckled, laughing to himself as if something had slipped his mind. “Course. Privacy.”

He turned and shut the door, still in the room with you.

You sighed.

“That’s not what I meant and you know it.”

“Can’t leave you alone in here unattended.” He said, stepping towards you. “You might slip and fall.”

His voice was slightly menacing, in a way that had you almost wondering if he wasn’t going to find a way to kill you and stage your death as an accident. But you were confident in yourself. If he made any funny moves, you could get him before he got you.

Maybe.

“Fine.” You jutted your chin out defiantly. “Then why don’t you make yourself useful and go warm up the water for me while I get out of this robe?”

You expected him to roll his eyes and sneer, but he didn’t. He didn’t even refuse. He just walked right over, slid the glass shower door to the side, and turned the water on. Just like that. Obediently, as if he actually wanted to. You were so dumbfounded by it that by the time he glanced back towards you, you were still standing there, completely dressed.

He looked a bit disappointed.

“Well?” He asked.

“What? Oh.” You untied your fancy little robe and let it fall onto the tiles, still looking straight at him.

You could see his eyes trailing down your body, those dark circles under them giving him a hungry, starved look. When you hooked your thumbs in the sides of your thong and pulled it down, you saw his chest rising and falling as his breaths quickened slightly.

You smirked. Yeah, like Roman had said, Zsasz was harmless. If he had wanted to kill you, he would have by now. He’d already had a dozen chances on the way up to the penthouse.

As you walked toward the shower, he stepped to the side, seeming for a moment as if he was content to let you go in and enjoy the hot water in peace. Of course he wasn’t, though;

This was Victor Zsasz.

“Wait.” He caught your wrist just before you could step in and you were vaguely aware of the blade he flicked open with his other hand. “You need a mark.”

“What?” You stepped back, allowing him to pull you up to him.

“A mark.” He tapped one of the scars on the side of his face with the knife. “For your kill. Where do you want it?”

You weren’t sure what to say. You had never kept track of the lives you took, but...it really wasn’t that bad an idea. Plus, it seemed like Zsasz wasn’t giving you the option to refuse.

Double plus, it was kind of sexy to imagine him carving you up.

“Here.” you finally said, pointing to the center of your chest. 

Zsasz grinned, showing off those gold teeth that you loved so much. He kept his grip on your wrist but lowered your arm to your side, his knife pressing against the thin skin above your sternum. His touch was feather light, no doubt thanks to years and years of butchering people, both for Roman and for his own pleasure. He new exactly how hard to press in which areas, an expert in the art of slicing through flesh. The steel of his blade was cool and freshly sharpened, gliding along and drawing an angry, but beautiful, red line as blood oozed up and began running down your torso.

 As he dragged the knife down, you let out a hiss of discomfort, pitching forward slightly in pain. He leaned in, his forehead pressing against yours as his blade cut deeper, deeper, nearly down to the bone, and by the time he was finished, you had a four inch long gash ending at the top of your cleavage that was sure to scar marvelously. 

You looked down at it in wonder. Zsasz had done it so...beautifully. He made it so important, this new tally mark. And as you gazed at it, you realized you loved it because he made it. Victor Zsasz, one of Gotham City’s most fucked up criminals, had given you a scar. For somebody just as fucked up as him...well, it practically brought tears to your eyes.

Victor didn’t give you a chance to get weepy. He dropped the bloody knife into the spotless white sink, the blade clattering loudly above the sound of the shower. Zsasz moved his thumb to your new cut, pressing it against the wound and then bringing it up to his mouth to lick your blood off. 

“Zsasz,” you whispered. 

“Victor.” his voice rumbled as he let go of your wrist. “Call me Victor.”

Then his hands were on you, one squeezing your tit while the other grabbed your ass. You gasped in surprise, but his mouth silenced you almost immediately. The kiss was rough, his lips nicked with a few scars, but he was good and you immediately melted against him. He was devouring you, as if he been starved of any attention for years, and maybe he had been. He was hungry for you, insistent, determined, practically begging for more as a low moan rose in his throat. 

Your knees were weak, and you had to break the kiss to catch your breath before you collapsed. You wanted more, though, needed to feel more of him, your hands ripping open his nice designer button down. He wasn’t even mad that you had just sent half the buttons flying around the bathroom, because your fingers were already trailing over the scars that covered his chest, then dipping down to run across his hips. 

His skin was smooth, wherever it was free of tally marks, and incredibly hot to the touch. While you explored, your lips latched onto his neck, kissing and biting and sucking in a way that he hadn’t anticipated. Zsasz was used to being the demanding one, but he wasn’t about to complain that you were so determined to leave some marks of your own. 

Your hands ghosted up over his pecs and then down his abs, and you hummed in appreciation as you felt the neatly groomed hair on his chest. When your hands dipped lower and lower and finally found his belt, he suddenly growled and grabbed your wrists, and your head snapped up to look at him. 

“Shower. Now.” he ordered, eyes dark. 

You obeyed, slipping away from him and stepping into the shower. You could hear him undressing, and as you sighed happily at the feeling of the warm water on your skin, he came to join you.

The shower was more than big enough for the two of you, but he didn’t want to give you any space. He backed you up against the wall, his lips immediately crashing down on yours as he pushed himself up against you. You could feel his hard on pressing into your thigh and whimpered in anticipation, a shiver going straight down to your pussy.

Fuck.

You wanted him so fucking much.

“V-Victor,” you whispered as he leaned back from the kiss. You couldn’t help rubbing your thighs together, trying to alleviate the ache that was quickly building up.

“I wanna hear you purr for me, kitten.” He rasped, his big, warm hand drifting down to your cunt. He found your clit immediately, teasing it, reveling in every gasp and cry you let out for him.

He wanted nothing more than to get down on his knees and worship you with his mouth, but he could be patient.

“You know, when I saw you there, on the stage...” he said as he drew lazy circles around your clit, “...I couldn’t look away...”

“R-really?” You gasped, arching your back as you sucked in a breath.

“Mhm.” He pressed a finger into you. “So fuckin’ beautiful, the way you carved him up...”

You squealed at his touch, the sound like music to his ears. He liked it even more than the sound of his victims screaming...though he was confident you’d be doing plenty of that, too.

“Never knew such a pretty little birdie like you could do somethin’ like that...” he said, slowly pulling his finger out and then pushing it back in again. “All that blood...”

“I-I’ve killed plenty of times,” you gasped, nails digging into his arms as you clung to him. 

“I could tell...you made it look like art...” he suddenly added a second finger, shoving them both in until the rest of his knuckles were pressing against your labia and he had nowhere else to go. 

You let out a loud whine, wanting more, needing more. Before you could demand anything of him, though, he was kneeling in front of you, practically reading your mind as he leaned in to replace his fingers with his mouth. 

You hadn’t expected him to be so skilled, but then again, you hadn’t really expected any of this to be happening tonight. 

He was eating you out as if you were his last meal, as if he hadn’t had food in weeks, as if he was starving. Zsasz was desperate, lapping up all the wetness from your pussy as if it was the only thing keeping him alive, his moans vibrating against your skin. His hair was too short to tangle your fingers in, but you still tried, nails scratching his scalp in a tantalizing way while he gripped your thighs hard enough to leave little red marks behind. 

“F-fuck,” you moaned, leaning your head back against the wall and tensing as he sucked on your clit. Little jolts were running through you, sparks that almost felt electric. Your limbs were tingling as your orgasm built, and as it finally spilled over, you found yourself whining and gasping and chanting his name over and over, holding onto him tightly as he licked at you greedily. 

Zsasz loved it. He wanted you to need him, and he loved the sounds he could pull from you. He could keep going all night, burying his face between your thighs and worshipping you, but now, he wanted more. 

“Turn around.” he said as he stood, licking his lips. 

You nodded, still in a daze as you turned and braced yourself against the wall. He grabbed your hip in one hand and his cock in the other, rubbing the head against your swollen, wet pussy. Next time, he would have you suck him off. Maybe he would ask you to wake him up with a blowjob in the morning.  But now, tonight, he was hungry to feel you around him, and as he slowly slid into you, he savored every moment of it. 

“Fuck,” he groaned, tossing his head back as he buried himself in your heat. “You’re fuckin perfect, kitten...”

You moaned back, the feeling of his thick cock stretching your pussy around it causing you to momentarily forget your words. As he drew out and then snapped his hips forward, you grunted, biting down on your lip as you closed your eyes. He felt incredible, rubbing past all the right spots inside of you as he found a rhythm he liked and began fucking you mercilessly. His hands were grabbing you wherever they could, be it your hips or tits or hair, and as he fell further and further into his desire for you, you could feel his chest brushing over your back as he leaned down. 

“You’re such a good girl,” he growled, nipping at your ear. “Who do you belong to?”

“Y-you,” you choked out, trying to turn and look at him. “I-I belong to you, Victor...”

“Good girl.” he snarled, squeezing the side of your ass cheek as hard as he could. 

The moan you let out was absolutely filthy, and as your pussy squeezed around him, you felt yourself beginning to come undone once more. He pounded into you and your moans and cries grew louder and louder, a symphony of pleasure as you climaxed, and Zsasz followed soon after, moaning your name in your ear as he filled you up. Your pussy milked him, squeezing every last drop out of his cock, and as he caught his breath, you could feel him pressing lazy kisses against the back of your neck. 

“Fuck,” he panted. 

You straightened up and he wrapped his arms around you, hugging you against his chest as he refused to let you go. It was quiet for a moment as you both came down from your highs, the sound of the shower the only thing breaking the silence. Finally, he allowed you to turn around, and as you faced him, you saw a surprisingly serene expression on his face. 

“Stay with me.” he said. It was less of a request and more of a demand.

“What about Roman?” you asked, legs still quivering. 

“The boss’ll understand.”

And that was that.

Zsasz washed the blood off of your skin, insisting that you let him do all the work, and afterwards, he gave you a plush bathrobe to wear. You spent the night in Victor’s bed, and you did wake him up with a surprise blowjob, even without him asking you to. After a round of morning sex, you walked out into the penthouse in your bathrobe to see Roman Sionis already sitting at the table, and for a moment, you froze. You had almost forgotten where you were, and there was your boss, Gotham’s newest and nastiest godfather, spreading some cream cheese on a gourmet bagel.

“Ah,” he said, glancing up as he heard you. “You’re still here.”

“I...uh...” 

“Mornin’, boss.” Victor said, walking out behind you. He was fully dressed, looking and acting as if he hadn’t taken home a girl the night before. 

“The car is waiting for you.” Roman grunted, far more interested in his breakfast than he was in the conversation. “Be quick about it.”

Zsasz bowed his head and turned to you, holding his hand out expectantly. When you only stared at him, he almost rolled his eyes. “Your house keys, princess.”

“My...what?” you asked. “For what?”

“So I can get your things.”

“What things?”

“You’re moving in.” Roman said dismissively, as if it were obvious. 

“...What?”

“You’ve been promoted. Or did you forget?” he asked, giving you a look that suggested he was already tired of your questions. “You’ll be staying here, until you either die, or I fire you, or both. Now, be a dear and give Mr. Zsasz your keys, so that he can get your necessities. I’ll have some new clothes ordered for you this afternoon.”

You stared at him for a moment and then looked at Victor. “They’re in my bag down in the dressing room. But--”

Before you had a chance to finish and tell him that this really wasn’t necessary, he was already gone, calling the elevator so that he could obediently go down to the club and rummage through your purse. You had no doubt that he could get into your locker on his own, and as much as you really didn’t want or need him to go to the effort, you weren’t entirely mad about it. Living with Victor--and Roman--didn’t seem like that bad a deal, and if it meant that you’d get to have more fun with Zsasz, you were all in. 

“Well, glad that’s settled.” Roman said, sitting back and wiping the edge of his mouth with a fancy little cloth napkin. “Welcome to the Sionis penthouse, Princess.”

[kiwi-the-first]

The Best Lover In The Parsec

Oneshot

Pairing: Din Djarin x GN!Reader

Fandom: Star Wars/The Mandalorian

CW: Fluff oh gods so much fluff, *slaps roof of the fic* this baby can fit so much yearning in it! Salt bae angst action, guest appearance of one(1) line of having the word "making love" and including one corny joke.

TW: mention of near death experience,self loathing,body image issues,canon-typical violence.

A/N: I keep mentioning it, this is my first piece of fanfiction writing. So I really really hope you guys like it. I am scared shitless. Never thought I'd ever write this but 2020 said fuck it you're writing fanfics now. Special thanks all of my writer friends for encouraging,helping and inspiring me everyday into making this happen. Iysm!

Enjoy!

- Kiwi

Masterlist

You.

He didn't know what to do with you.

He couldn't explain what you made him feel.

He couldn't explain how you made him feel.

But he knew the answers, he knew the words to describe it. He knew the scent of you and the dreamy sigh that escapes him everytime,he enters the fresher after your shower. 

He knew the sound of your voice and how it soothes his longing soul and fills in for the silence of the crest, or "home" as you liked to call it.

How he instantly melted after hearing you speak his name for the first time.

You knew it was sacred due to his creed but he had insisted that he trusted you well enough to tell you.

“Din Djarin?” you asked and he nodded. 

“What a beautiful name” you smiled.

He breathing hitched and swore to the Mythosaur he never saw anything as pure as that. Well maybe the kid but he was your foundling so of course.

You two are the most precious purposes to him.

Your eyes, so beautiful that he couldn't stop looking at them, a colour picked by nature itself and poured in by artists. Filled with a cacophony of emotions he willingly drowned into.

He knew the curves and nicks of your body.

You trusted him,let him be near you and patch you up when needed. He knows your loathing regarding it,knows the borderline ambiguity and acceptance you have towards loving yourself.

He knows how you confine yourself in the mere image of a fighter.

He knows it well because he does it too. Still he thinks that you manage to be kinder than he could ever be.

You. He keeps falling for you. Deeper and deeper in an infinite pit of ecstasy that most would call love. 

You're all on his mind lately. Still he doesn't know what to do.

--

He knew your actions.

He knew how you fight, how you patch him up,how you show your affection in silent gestures. Ways you cradle the kid and play little games with him but also scold him when it’s needed. The way his chest tightens with that one particular feeling, seeing the two of you like that.

The three of you are safe,laughing just enjoying each other’s presence and looking like a perfect family,an aliit.

Everytime he associates the word with you two he feels a wave of calmness crash over him.

But he’d be lying if it also didn’t make him want to be disintegrated by his own pulse rifle. It was too much how you constantly took care of the two of them.

How you silently admire him when you think he's looking at the stars. When in reality he's looking at you.

He’s always looking at you, looking out for you two.

But do you feel it too? He doesn't have the courage to ask.

He never did. He'd die a thousand different deaths as a coward than be left alone without you beside him.

Your soul, the purest most perfect thing to him deserves someone better. That is what he constantly told himself.

He never intended to be vulnerable with a stranger yet there you were and here he was. But only you weren't a stranger,not anymore. 

If he hadn't known any better he would go as far as calling you his soulmate. Silly it may seem.

A big,bad Mandalorian bounty hunter believing in soulmates, but it was the truth.

You're the one holding his heart. But still he doesn't know what to do.

--

But then it changed, years of travelling together and months on the run raising the little green bean whom you both love and protect with your entirety. Maybe this was where it all ended.

He has been in bad situations before, true. But death was something he never thought he'd have to possibly greet in front of you.

 He first noticed your eyes, all the other emotions were set aside as they made room for fear and hopelessness of losing him. Your pretty lips that he always craved to kiss were trembling as you held him close to you.

One hand holding his as tightly as possible while the other cradled under his neck.

He knew he should've told you, he wanted to, desperately. But surely, he couldn't do it now...right? You didn't deserve a last moment declaration of love but lose said lover and live in vain for the rest of your life.

But the maker played him again. Surprise!surprise! He didn’t die.

After the chaos and dangers were all done, the three of you left Nevarro, and the crest jumped into hyperspace he started to prepare himself.

You barely spoke to him as you were down in the hull with the kid.

After you tucked in the kid in the sleeping compartment and came to the cockpit to sit down he started preparing.

He didn't know how much time had passed but he was still silent and...well he scoffed at himself, still ‘’preparing’’.

But suddenly you got up from your seat, fumbling a little, clearly trying to say something.

"I need to talk to you" his entire body froze. 

Whatever it was, it scared him. He felt nauseous all of a sudden.

"...about today". 

Oh, his anxiety got the best of him. He was always the rusher and in the moment of weakness he couldn't control himself.

"Mando I think you shou-"

"I'm in love with you" he felt his voice slightly crack.

--

You blinked once,twice, mouth slightly agape. Tears started pooling in your eyes…

Shit shit shit shit it wasn't supposed to happen like this!!!

You were probably telling him how you'd much rather be without him and be safe far away from him and he fucked it all up.

Again he was gonna ruin something because he had no self restraint.

He was confused when you lurched your body to his chest, hugged him tightly and started sobbing.

Was this normal? When a person wants to leave you they don't do thi-

He heard your shaky voice let out a breath and then a

"I love you too" 

Huh?

Oh- 

OH!

He could faint right now. He could die and be alive again. If someone told him to befriend a jedi right now he would. 

It took him a while to process your words,probably because of that brain injury IG informed him about, he thought to himself. 

He was irrevocably happy.

Just...happy...and sated, but he also felt like someone ran over him with a mudhorn.

You loved him. You loved him.

You loved him back.

You-

--

He looks down at you. Sleeping silently curled up against him, holding him close.

This has been like that ever since. 

Ever since you both declared that all those touches were indeed electrocuting,that all those late night heart-to-hearts weren't just conversations to pass the time,how he longed to take your hands in his. 

Or how you wanted to take off his kriffing helmet so that you could see his eyes and what they hid, or kiss his lips yet you resisted.

It’s been a while, he thinks.

Since you settled down for your happy ending...or was it a beginning? He likes to think it's a little bit of both.

It was something he'd never thought he'd have. Since you learnt that the kid’s people were gone. Since the kid truly became your own in every sense.

But frankly if he was being honest Din didn’t ever want to give him away and neither did you. Your son,your Ad’ika. You now had the privilege to call him that with the permission from The Armorer.

Since your Riduurok.

Since he was allowed to take off his helmet and finally, you finally got to let your emotions run free.

To finally see his face and hold him close. To feel his lips and his warmth. 

The memory of your tears of unsung victory and joy still elevates his heartbeat.

Since you had made love and you laughed at his messed up curls in the morning after.

"Thanks for letting me in" you kissed his knuckles and he sighed contently.

"You did too" you furrowed your brows "I-"

"Literally" he winked, "oh? waiT YOU- EWW!!!" he was laughing hard as he dodged the pillow you threw at him.

"And to think! Your'e a responsible father!"

"Make a pervy joke again and I'll murder you" you grumbled. You kept laughing in each other's arms as he held you close

He still chuckles at the memory.

Now baby didn’t mind having a stable life with his buirs either.

You sighed in your sleep. The morning lights were seeping in through the slightly opened windows.

Sunbeams slowly making their ways into the room and enveloping your bodies. 

Your eyes crinkled in your sleep and you mumbled something and cuddling closer to him, if that were possible.

The kid will be up soon too and the thought alone makes him smile.

Yet another day with the two of you.

It was a free day for both of you and between your magnificent existence and snorting at Ad’ika running around,babbling and being the cutest menace. He knew he’d survive.

He looks down at you again and he's reminded of all the things that he loves about you. 

Now including how much you also love him. He could feel your heart beat,it is the best genre of music to him.

He felt the warmth again, not from the sunlight but from his infinite loop of affection for you.

“Ner Ali’it” he called you.

He'll bask in this for as long as you'd allow him and gladly, you promised to allow him forever.

He may be the best bounty hunter in the parsec but he never tried to be the best lover.

He simply couldn't!

For that title already had an owner,

You.

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Hello! I've just discovered your whumpy FFXV fanfics and oh my gosh I absolutely adore your writing and ideas! I love a whumpy Prompto story! I've looked over the whump bingo and I think Prompto and "Strapped to a bomb" would be a really interesting/whumpy story! Of course please don't feel pressured to write this if you don't want to and I'm so sorry if this comes across as rude. I hope you have a lovely day!

Ah thank you anon! Don’t worry it definitely doesn’t come off as rude :3 I’m really happy you’ve enjoyed my writing!

Decided to try someone kinda new with this, going with Cor’s pov for the first time, so hopefully that will still be somewhat enjoyable eheh

BTHB #6- Strapped to a Bomb

Fandom: Final Fantasy XV

Characters: Prompto Argentum, Cor Leonis, Nyx Ulric (a little bit)

Whumpee: Prompto Argentum

Word count: 2568

Warnings: none

This work can also be found on ao3 :3

Cor lets his eyes finish skimming through the document in his hand. Then he throws it onto his desk along with all the other documents he’s read through and sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose. It’s been a very long, very uneventful day. Glancing at his watch, Cor is relieved to find there’s now only a little over an hour until he can leave. Though of course then he has to make his way through the traffic of the streets surrounding the Citadel, which is always a nightmare at this time of day. Now with the furrow between his brows made even deeper than usual, Cor returns to the paperwork. He’s moving on to what he thinks should be the last document in the pile when heavy breathing and rushed footsteps sound through the otherwise empty corridor.

"Marshal-"

"What." Cor's voice is tinged with irritation. This better be damn important for someone to barge in right at the tail end of his workday.

"You’ve been summoned at the entrance," says the breathless recruit. "it’s something about your son."

It doesn’t even take a full second for Cor to react and be up on his feet. He grabs his jacket and phone and hurries out of the office along with the recruit. Not that it’s out of the ordinary for Prompto to come to the Citadel, whether it’s Cor he’s coming to see or Prince Noctis whenever he’s around. Normally he would just let himself in though, and that along with the frantic look on the recruit’s face - no, something has to be wrong.

"What’s the situation?" Cor asks, not bothering to look back and just assuming the recruit is following him as he strides down the hall.

"I don’t know, I was just told to get a hold of you quickly." Comes the answer from behind. Cor almost has time to get annoyed at the lack of information, but the recruit keeps going. "Glaive Ulric and Glaive Altius are there already, and when I left they'd started working to evacuate employees outside of the Glaive."

Cor curses under his breath. Evacuation of the other employees? He trusts Nyx and Crowe enough to make that call, but since they have it has to be something serious. Cor enters the elevator and taps his foot impatiently on the floor, infuriated by how slow the descent is seemingly going. His mind races through all the different possibilities for what could be going on, and how Prompto could be involved in it.

The familiar dingand the sound of elevator doors opening cannot come soon enough, and the second it does he's on the move again. It takes him almost no time at all, though still too long in Cor's mind, to make his way to the doors at the main entrance. From the vantage point there he can already see parts of what's going on. Further down the staircase are multiple glaives already at work. Cor recognises Crowe where she stands at the side, gesturing to the people around and obviously in the midst of the evacuation work. He spares a short moment to send the recruit, who is still following behind him, over in her direction with orders to assist in the evacuation work. Then he sees Nyx, standing a bit further down, and then finally he sees a familiar tuft of blond hair. Prompto is talking to Nyx. Cor can't hear what they're saying as he makes his way towards them, but he can tell from meters away that something is wrong with Prompto. It's the way he's holding himself, tense and unnaturally stiff in his movements.

When Cor is close enough, he sees Prompto’s eyes widen, and his mouth opens in a silent plea. Cor lets his own expression soften some and sends him a reassuring nod. It’s at least intended as one, but he’s not sure it helps. Prompto still looks so very scared, and it pricks Cor’s heart painfully. He's about to turn to Nyx, to demand an explanation as to what's going on, but his attention is caught by something else. Peeking through behind the half-open zipper on Prompto's hoodie is some foreign object.

"Open your hoodie Prom, let me see that." Cor says. His mouth feels too dry all of a sudden, but he keeps his voice low and calm despite it. Prompto shifts uneasily but complies. With two shaky hands he fumbles a bit with the zipper, eventually getting it up. What reveals itself is a jumbled mess of wires and various cylindrical objects in black and grey, all fastened together with tape and zip-ties, strapped around Prompto's stomach like a horrid belt. It's most definitely home made, but there's no mistaking it. Cor recognizes explosives when he sees them.

"The hell-" Cor hisses. Though he immediately regrets that and cuts himself off when Prompto shrinks in on himself as if the curse is directed at him. Worry and disbelief swirl around in Cor's stomach. He turns his head to Nyx so fast his neck nearly twists. "What's going on here?"

The look on Nyx's face mirrors Cor's own emotions, and the crease to his brows deepens as he answers in a hushed voice. "Crowe and I found him standing here just earlier, says someone put that," and he motions with his head towards the device. "on him and dropped him off here with orders to go inside. He didn't see their faces."

Now anger flares up in Cor along with all the other conflicting emotions. Someone had dared to put a godsdamn bomb on his son. Cor feels his body tense up, and his hands balling into tight fists. He wants his hands on them, to make them regret ever thinking they could touch Prompto. But that will have to wait, Cor knows it. The top priority has to be getting that thing off of Prompto safely. He bites back another curse by pressing his lips into a thin line and wills himself to loosen the fists, though the tension still lingers in them.

"Bomb squad?" He asks.

"Already called, should be here any minute." Comes Nyx's answer, and Cor nods. He'd rather they were there already, but pushes that thought aside, they'll just have to wait. He then turns his attention back to Prompto. His son's eyes are wide and fearful, darting in between Nyx and Cor. His hands clutch the ends of the hoodie hard but even then, Cor can see them trembling faintly. Now that nobody's talking anymore, he suddenly becomes aware of Prompto's breathing. How strained it is, coming in short, shallow gasps. As if he's trying not to breathe at all.

Now every part of Cor's body urges him to rush to Prompto's side. To reassure him and tell him that everything will be alright. He knows he can't do that but takes one calm step forwards regardless. "Prompto-"

"No!" Prompto gasps, jerking back a step and stumbling slightly. It catches Cor completely off guard, and he stops dead in his tracks. Lifting his hands in a placating manner.

"Wha-"

"Don't come closer, please." Prompto's voice is barely more than a whisper, but to Cor it seems he might as well have been shouting. "If- if it blows, I don't want to hurt you."

Cor feels like he's just been hit in the chest with something hard. This isn't how things are supposed to be. Prompto, his sunshine, should not have to be this scared- for himself or for Cor. Cor sucks in a sharp breath, and despite what his brain is screaming at him to do he takes a step back to where Nyx is standing. It takes considerable effort to keep his voice calm when Cor speaks up again. "Okay, okay. Prompto look at me," he urges, trying to hold his son's gaze intently with his own. "I'm going to be fine, and you're going to be fine. Do you understand?"

After another moment Prompto nods weakly, even as his eyes glaze over with unshed tears. Cor sighs, and wonders what on earth is taking the damn bomb squad so long. He's about to turn to Nyx with this same question when, as if on cue, Prompto's breath hitches and his eyes fixate on something over Cor's shoulder. He turns around and there, finally, he sees a group of about seven or so men and women prepped with armoured suits making their way down the staircase. It draws some stares and gasps from the few not in the Glaive who are still there, but thankfully the evacuation work has come so far that there aren't many around.

Cor lets his shoulders sag ever so slightly in relief as the woman who seems to be in charge of the group comes over to him and Nyx. They exchange a few words and what little information they have on the situation, and she nods in affirmation and begins her work. Ordering three of her people to secure the streets and immediate surroundings to the bottom of the staircase, and the rest to come with her as she movies calmly towards Prompto. Cor tries to send him another encouraging nod, but he looks possibly even more terrified than before. The wide, unsure eyes and trembling lips are not something Cor wants to see on his son's face ever again if he can avoid it.

"They," Prompto tries, but it comes out more a choked gasp than anything else, and he hurries to try again. "they said not to touch it." The words almost trip over themselves in the rush to get out, and Prompto sends Cor a pleading look. Almost desperate as members of the bomb squad are getting closer to him.

"These people know what they're doing, kid." Cor urges on, thankful that his voice carries such authority and doesn't betray any underlying worries. "Let them help. I promise it will all be fine." Anything else is out of the question, he thinks, but he doesn't say that. Instead opting to take on as soothing and confident an expression as possible.

Prompto nods again, but doesn't look any more convinced, letting slip a tiny whine when the approaching bomb technicians are close enough to touch. The woman orders the hoodie to be removed, and her associates make quick work of it. It's close to torture, Cor finds, having to stay where he is and only watch. Prompto stays stiff and unmoving as the hoodie is removed and thrown to the side, where Nyx goes to pick it up. In the clutter of people now around him, Prompto looks like a forlorn kitten, fixed to the ground and scared to move in any significant way.

"Timer?" asks the woman loudly.

"None ma'am." comes the answer.

At this the woman turns her attention back to Nyx and Cor. "We're sure it's timed?" She asks. "No chance it could be remote controlled?"

Cor opens his mouth to answer but to his great surprise, and the woman's too it seems, Prompto beats him to it. "It's timed," his voice shakes slightly as he speaks. "they said so when they dropped me off… f-fifty minutes." he stammers, then his voice dies down again.

A moment of stunned silence goes by, then the woman curses loudly. "You should have said so sooner!" She snaps. Cor sees how it makes Prompto shrink in on himself and hears his stuttered apologies. They need to figure out how much time they have left, and the last thing he wants is for Prompto to panic now. So he takes a careful step forward, intent on getting Prompto's attention away from the lady.

"Prompto look at me!" He implores loudly, cutting Prompto off in the midst of his train of apologies. "Just look at me. I need you to tell me how long you stood here before anyone arrived, can you do that?"

"I- 6 maybe 7 minutes, I think." He answers, swallowing hard. Cor nods at him again then hastily checks the time on his phone. It's been almost 30 minutes since he left his office, though to him it feels like much longer than that. Still, that doesn't leave them with much time, only a little under 20 minutes. Cor relays the information out loud, to which the woman nods and goes back to her work, not wasting another second on talking.

Through all this Prompto has been keeping his eyes locked on Cor, exactly as told. So Cor sees it the second he returns his attention to his son. That now with the working hands of multiple people back around his waist, and the knowledge of just how long he has left until an eventual untimely death- a little under 20 minutes, it's all too much. Cor can see it all swirling around in his head, can read it in his face. It's one of the effects of having cared for someone from when they were a small child, Cor knows his son, and he knows the breaking point is coming.

"Prompto," he begins softly, "keep your eyes focused on me, okay? Only on me, ignore anything else." Prompto nods, chokes out a sob, and lets the first few tears come. Cor sees them rolling down unhindered, and the wet streaks they leave on freckled skin. "It's okay," he hushes, barely even noticing that he's taken a few more steps towards Prompto. "you've been brave today. Now just let us fix the rest, okay? It'll be alright."

Cor keeps speaking softly like that for what somehow feels simultaneously like an eternity and no time at all. The tears are still running down Prompto's face, but he's managing to keep his attention mostly on Cor and not on the rest of the situation. It's working exactly how Cor was hoping it would. When, after some time, the bomb loosens from around Prompto's waist and movement surges all around it catches Prompto entirely off-guard. But not Cor. Cor rushes forward the second he sees that the explosives are removed and Prompto is being shoved away from them for the bomb squad to finish their work, and when Prompto stumbles Cor catches him. Relief floods through Cor's body like a breath of fresh air, and he wastes no time before dragging Prompto a few secure steps back. He's holding his son, and it's okay now.

Prompto cries for another while, not at all surprising given the rush and tension from the day, but he's at least safe. In a move uncharacteristically tender for Cor when they're anywhere other than the privacy of their home, he runs his hand through his son's soft hair and places a gentle kiss on his forehead. "You're okay Prom, you're okay."

The two are awarded some peace and quiet before Nyx comes to check on the two of them and provide them with the news that the bomb has been properly taken care of. When he does Cor gives him a grateful nod. He knows it's time for him to take Prompto home, but before that there's one last thing he needs to do.

"Make sure the security footage from today is thoroughly checked." Says Cor, his voice every bit as serious as the situation calls for. And now it's Nyx's turn to nod, knowing without needing to be told what he's on the lookout for. "I want them found and identified."

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‘Tis the Season for SMUT

Day 8 Prompt: “I’ll be sure to stuff your stocking”

Pairing: Edgar Bright / Reader  Fandom: Ikemen Revolution  Genre: SMUT Word count: 1,434 Warnings: Explicit, Dom!Edgar

It was at around two in the morning of the 25th when you sneaked out of your room and into the dark and quiet halls of the Red Army Headquarters; clad in your nightgown with goodies of sorts piled up high in your bag in hand, all to be dropped into each of the officers' holiday stockings. 

"Let's see... ah!" You cautiously pad your way first to the room closest to yours, Lancelot’s-- dropping the packs of multi-flavoured yogurt lion gummies into the fluffy red and white stocking hanging on the front of his door. Then to Zero’s, for his dog-shaped citrus pops; Kyle’s, for his bourbon-filled chocolates; Jonah’s, for his ruby chocolate macarons; and Edgar’s--

“What the-” your hand hovers midway, clutching the transparent bag of jumbo gummies and jelly beans at the sight of Edgar’s bare door.

"Oh my, sneaking into a man's room in the middle of the night, Y/N?" An all too familiar voice calls from right behind you. You jump, a chill running down your spine as you quickly turn to find Edgar’s face a couple of inches away from yours, his mischievous grin illuminated under the moonlight. 

"Excuse me! I am not sneaking in!" you quietly retort, face flushed as you grumpily pout at the Jack. He laughs, amused at your reaction to his late-night teasing. 

“Now, to what do I owe the pleasure of your visit?” His jade eyes glimmered as soon as they landed on the bag of colorful sweets you have in hand. The absence of his stocking told you that he knew of your plans early on and probably decided to play a little game with you tonight, one you were glad to play along to. 

"You see, Edgar, I was supposed to stuff the stockings, but…" you pause to glance back at his bare door and give him a theatrical shrug, "it looks like there aren’t any more stockings left to stuff these jumbo jelly beans and gummies with."

"Mm, that's too bad," he hums, a knowing smile tugs on his lips as he cages you with his arms-- one reaching behind you to put a hand on the knob, and another subtly brushing against the side of your waist. "Lucky you, I have one just inside. You can stuff that one up if you want to."

"One- you mean, your stocking?" you bicker, raising a brow to the man before you and poking his chest. 

"Whatever are you talking about, Y/N?" Edgar chuckles and suddenly opens the door behind you and you almost fall back with a yelp; but you're saved by his hand quickly latching onto the small of your back, pressing you firmly against his warm body.

You look up at him to meet his gaze-- entranced by those jade pools, now hungry, yet still brimming with mischief. You start to feel your face warm up and your heart race, but as much as you'd like to throw yourself at him, there was a game to play, and a boy's stocking to fill up.

"Edgar," you spoke through a bated breath you didn't even know you held, but he still held you close-- with no clear intention of letting you go. A free hand of his shifted up, tucking an errant lock of hair behind your ear before cupping your cheek with his warm hand. 

"Hm?" Edgar cocks his head a bit, studying your features closely as if burning it to memory. He traces your lower lip with his thumb, then leans in slowly to meet your lips with his in a kiss-- light yet growing in intensity with every passing moment. 

You wrap your arms around his neck to deepen the kiss, dropping the bag of sweets onto the hallway floor in the process. You internally whine at the fact that your main objective was now lost and forgotten. 

Well, at least the candies made it to his room. 

You break the kiss and clumsily shuffle back to pull Edgar by his shirt into his room-- a tiny chuckle sneaks past his lips as he pushes the door shut and suddenly hoists you up into his arms to carry you to the bed. 

"Ed!" you squeal at the sudden lift. But as your back hits the bed, Edgar captures your lips once more with his own-- swallowing your whines as one of his hands moves to settle on your hips. You shudder under the warmth of his touch, sending waves to the swirling arousal in your gut.

Your hands rake his shirt up and he easily concedes-- breaking the kiss, breathless, you elevate yourself to lean on your elbows and watch as he tugs on the hem of his shirt to pull the fabric over his head, slightly messing his light brown hair. 

"Enjoying the view?" he asks with a smirk as your eyes drink in the sight of his lean and perfectly sculpted body.

"Can't say I'm not." You retort, but despite the view before you, your eyes quickly dart to a stand-out red cloth hung on the backrest of his yellow sofa. The stocking. 

Edgar follows your gaze to see what you were looking at, "Still worried about the stocking, Y/N?"

Before you could muster an answer, Edgar leans down, hands raking up your dress and over your head as his lips brush against your ear to whisper, "Don't worry, I'll make sure to stuff your stocking tonight." 

Your breath hitched at his sultry words-- the way his fingers ghosted against your breast as he undressed you, and the way he spoke has your arousal pooling between your legs. 

You mewl in his touch-- hands fondling your breasts as he buries his face by your neck, tracing nips and kisses from your ear, and down to catch a taut nipple between his lips. 

"Ed," you moan his name as he slips two fingers between your legs, rubbing against the cloth over your drenched folds before pushing the cloth aside to tease at your entrance.

You writhe, attempting to grind down on his hand to force him deeper into you. But he pulls his hand back and scoots lower onto you, flashing you the most infuriating smile as he pulls down your panties along with him. 

Without warning, he pushes your legs apart and slowly licks between your folds; you gasp as his tongue comes in contact with your aching clit, sucking and lapping relentlessly until your walls start throbbing and clenching with your impending release. 

Moments later, your back curves and your hips press downwards. You cry as the pressure in your gut suddenly snaps, pushing you straight into your orgasm. Edgar doesn't stop in his ministrations-- licking still as he drags as much pleasure out of you as possible. 

“Mm- ah, Edgar!” You throw your head back, grasping hold of the sheets as a cry slips past your lips from the overstimulation on your clit. The Jack’s fingers quickly replace his lips on your throbbing core as he moves back up on you-- no sooner do you feel that familiar pressure building up again at the pit of your gut.

“Look at you, all messed up and perfect.” He teases you through a chuckle as his voice drops to an extremely sultry tone. He brings your hands up over your head, and pin them in place with one hand, “Think you can still take me and cum?”

You whine incoherently, unsure of what to answer to him. You feel something prod at your entrance, running along your slit as your arousal leaks from between your shaking legs-- and in one motion he fills you right up to the brim.

Broken moans escape you as your walls clench around his cock, feeling his every pull and every thrust growing in intensity and speed as he chases his own release, in turn, bringing you back to the brink of your orgasm as well.

In a mix of breathless whines and curses, you squirm under his hold, biting your lip to muffle your cries as another orgasm tears through your already spent body. He soon follows after you, hips stuttering as he finds his own bliss.

You lay limp on his bed, pussy throbbing from the aftershocks of your intense love-making. He rolls beside you on the bed, hand wrapped around your torso to pull you into a lazy hug.  

"Tell me Edgar, why did you hide your stocking?" you ask the Jack, turning back a bit to face him. 

"I might've wanted to spend the night with you? But, don’t get me wrong though, I still want those jellybeans you brought."

[thomasxsides]

Snake-Imposed Self-Care

Fandom: Sanders Sides Ship: Thomceit Words: 2,425 Rating: M for Mature/X for Explicit/A for Adult (only read if you’re 18+) Warnings: reptile anatomy, smut Characters: Character!Thomas, Janus Sanders Additional Tags: fluff, “self-care” and by that I mean Janus is the one taking care of c!Thomas, handjobs, mutual (?) handjobs, Janus teaches Thomas how to touch him, thigh worship A/N: This is based on prompts sent to me by @theprincey​ and an Anon. I decided to combine the two (pictured) into one story. Enjoy :) Also, Janus’ lies are shown in bold. Please remember, reblogs get a lot farther than likes so if you really like my work, consider reblogging. Thank you! Feel free to send me a Thomas X Sides prompt! (only send NSFW if you’re 18+) 

Working out obviously had its benefits, but Thomas was regretting it as he had apparently pulled a muscle in his shoulders. Or maybe it was the way he sat for hours at a time working on editing, but he’d rather blame the exercise than the job he loved so much. His eyes were on the TV- Parks and Recreation, again- but his mind was on the pain as he tried to contort his arms like a pretzel to massage away the pain and he was struggling with it, gradually getting more and more frustrated.  Cue Janus. The half-reptile Side appeared at Thomas’ side, startling him. “Oh. Hi, Janus.”  “You know why I’m here, don’t you?” “At this point, I’m afraid to ask.”  Janus rolled his eyes a little to himself. “Thomas, you’re in pain. In a way that suggests you’re not taking proper care of yourself. You once knew me as ‘Deceit’, but I happen to also be your sense of self-preservation. Things like this are my responsibility.”  Thomas huffed softly. “Sure, I get that. I’m trying to take care of myself. But it’s my shoulder that’s bothering me and I can’t seem to--”  “You need a shoulder massage. Well, I can help.” Thomas turned to properly look at Janus finally. “You... you’ll do that for me?”

“Of course. Thomas, it’s... it’s just my job, I don’t care about you at all outside of that. As my host.” 

Nodding softly, Thomas turned his back to Janus a little. “Okay. Thank you, Janus.”  Janus hummed softly as if to nonverbally say ‘Don’t mention it’ and he moved in nearer to Thomas, closing his eyes briefly as he took in the inviting heat radiating from Thomas’ body. He placed his hands on Thomas’ shoulders and hesitated a moment before withdrawing his hands; he carefully, hesitantly removed his gloves and leaned over, placing them neatly on the coffee table out of the way. Thomas noticed but he said nothing, fearing making Janus self-conscious or insecure about it, but it makes his heart flip. 

Taking a breath at this new state of vulnerability, Janus put his hands on Thomas’ shoulders again, starting with a gentle pressure and being rewarded with a soft hum. He kept up this way for a moment before pressing into the muscles a bit more firmly, working them loose with dedication and care.  Thomas groaned quietly at the relief it brought. He couldn’t remember the last time anyone did this for him and Janus was particularly good at it.  With Thomas distracted and facing away from him, Janus let out another pair of arms to work on the rest of Thomas’ back, working deep into the muscles and loosening knots, releasing tension. Thomas noticed there seemed to be more than two hands touching him, but he felt so wonderful that he couldn’t bring himself to be repulsed or even really care. He closed his eyes and let Janus do what he’d offered to do, relaxing and groaning softly at Janus’ touch.  An innocent shoulder rub, maybe, but the sounds Thomas was making, even as soft as they were, caused Janus’ mind to wander a bit to the other ways he could take care of Thomas, relieve him, soothe his stressed and tense body and mind... It was only when he noticed that he was, in fact, erect that he withdrew his hands from Thomas’ body and moved away a bit, clearing his throat and putting his gloves back on as he returned to a two-armed form. “Well, then, Thomas... That should do it. I’ll be going then.”  A soft, warm hand wrapped around Janus’ own, still ungloved, and the Side turned to give his host a puzzled look. “Thank you, Janus... I appreciate you always taking care of me. You don’t... have to go if you don’t want to.” The air between them seemed to buzz silently with a warmth Janus was... not unfamiliar with, but unused to. Silent, save for the sounds of their breathing, though Janus wondered if the beat he heard was Thomas’ heart or his own. Loud, heavy, persistent, quickening by the passing second. Janus wasn’t sure which of them moved first, but they were pressed together, sealed by their lips and Thomas tasted of watermelon Jolly Rancher and strawberry lip balm, too sweet and not sweet enough at the same time. Addicting, comforting, enticing.  Together, they moved both too quickly and too slowly. A bowler hat and capelet landed on the floor, joining a pair of patent leather shoes and yellow gloves. Thomas made patient, steady work of the closures on Janus’ shirt and pushed it off his shoulders. It was Janus’ instinct to recoil, to hide, but when Thomas appeared unafraid and instead delicately ran his fingers over the scales on the left side of Janus’ body, Janus sighed, releasing the breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding.  Seeming to have noticed Janus’ unspoken insecurity, Thomas captured his lips again gently as if in reassurance, making Janus melt. When they parted from their kiss again, Janus carefully, and with Thomas’ silent encouragement, pulled the T-shirt he was wearing up over his head and pressed slow kisses to Thomas’ soft, smooth, warm skin, moving down his beautiful neck and across his collarbone.  Thomas was receptive to Janus’ attention, making the sweetest sounds, encouraging the Side and running gentle fingers through his hair, down the scaly half of his back. Janus pulled away almost reluctantly. “May I touch you,” he asked, not wanting to go any further without Thomas’ explicit consent.  “God, Janus, yes please...”  Janus smirked a little, his eyes brighter than usual, as he opened the button and drew down the zipper of Thomas’ jeans, working them off his hips and thighs as if unwrapping a present. And it was, in a way, a gift: this intimacy, this trust, this affection; just the two of them and no one else. Just a Side and his gorgeous, generous, warm Host.  Thomas leaned back against the arm of the old sofa that so often seemed so uncomfortable and yet now was the most comfortable place in the world. He spread his legs and the sound that left Janus- desperate and awed- made him laugh softly. Hands- one of them scaled- caressed the outsides of Thomas’ thighs as softly trembling lips pressed reverent kisses of adoration to the insides. A forked tongue made an occasional appearance to taste the warm flesh of the human’s thighs; teeth grazed and sank in gently and love bites began blooming over the pale skin, leaving barely an inch untouched, unappreciated.  Neither of them had any idea how long Janus’ brazen worship of Thomas’ thighs had gone on, but it left Thomas squirming. Unwilling to let Thomas go another moment uncared for, Janus finally sat up and curled his fingers in the elastic waistband of Thomas’ boxers, pulling them down and off, discarding them on the floor with the rest of their garments. Thomas flushed as he was fully exposed, his cock hard and pink, twitching occasionally with need and throbbing in time with his elevated pulse.  “I’m going to take care of you, Thomas,” Janus promised. With a snap of fingers, a bottle of lubricant appeared in Janus’ left hand and he poured a small amount into the palm of his right hand, setting the bottle on the coffee table. He was left handed, but he felt Thomas would be more comfortable being touched with flesh than scales. He wrapped his hand around Thomas’ cock and began slowly, gently stroking him, finding a good pace and establishing a rhythm. Thomas’ head fell back against the arm of the couch and he moaned softly, but encouragingly. The sound ignited Janus’ own blood, but he remained patient. Thomas was his priority. He gave a slow, experimental twist of his wrist and Thomas’ cried out in unmistakable pleasure.  Soon, Janus had sped up and established a rhythm that had Thomas’ moaning and his breath hitching as his thighs tremored with euphoria. He moved steadily and quickly from head to base and back again, twisting his wrist on occasion, enjoying how much that made Thomas gasp.  “Ja-Janus... I’m... I’m close, I’m gonna...”  “Shh. I’ve got you. I’m taking care of you. Let yourself go for me, Thomas.”  And let go he did. Thomas went slack against the sofa, moaning out almost constantly between panting breaths. Janus watched with delight as his face flushed bright red and the muscles in his stomach and thighs tensed just before he came, arching slightly off the couch cushions, toes curling as he moaned loudly, unrestrained. “Janus... oh! Oh... ffffuck... Janus...” Thomas’ hands clenched into fists and relaxed again and he pushed his fingers into his own hair, unsure what else to do with them as the waves of his orgasm continued to pulsate through his body. His moans finally quietened as his orgasm began to subside and Janus finally stopped stroking him, not wanting to push him too far into overstimulation.  Slowly, Thomas opened his eyes to stare up at his ceiling, his mind whirling and his heart racing, pounding heavily against his ribs as he tried to catch his breath. Janus smirked to himself as he cleaned off his hand and gently, carefully cleaned Thomas’ stomach, cock, and thighs. “Can I touch you now?”  The question caught Janus off guard. “What?”  Thomas sat up and looked at Janus, repeating his question: “May I touch you? I... I want to return the favor.” “Well, Thomas, I was supposed to be taking care of you. Self-care, you know.” “I know, but... I *want* to.”  “I...” Janus sighed. “Okay, but... there’s something you need to know.” He didn’t see a way around this. He could either tell Thomas and prepare the man, or Thomas could be unpleasantly surprised. Either way, it was likely to frighten him off. And this way was easier to accept rejection. He took a deep breath. “My anatomy is... not... average.”  Thomas neither moved nor spoke.  “You see, because I am half snake, I have... a... ‘hemipenis’. It is not scaled. It’s made of flesh, same as yours, but... it looks...” Janus ran a hand through his hair, huffing in frustration at his own nervousness. “It looks like I have two. They are... identical. They sh-share a... base and... an internal... system, though I do still have external testicles. They are... well, for lack of better description, they are side by side. I just... didn’t want to scare you off.”  “Oh.” Thomas took a second to process this information, not sure what he should have expected. This felt a little like a paper bag marked Dead Dove, Do Not Eat that contained an actual dead dove. Janus was half snake. Of course he would be different. “Okay,” he said at last.  “Okay?” Thomas nodded. “I think you might have to teach me how to touch you, but I still want to, Janus.”  A little blown away, Janus nodded and leaned in for another kiss. Thomas cupped both sides of his head gently and held him there a moment longer before they parted again. Janus removed his own slacks and underwear, revealing his hemipenis. The scales on the left side of his body continued down to his toes, but just as he’d said, his cocks and testicles showed no sign of ever having had scales. The human half of him was hairless much to Thomas’ surprise, but it wasn’t anything more than surprising, and he’d already been prepared for the surprise.  “Wow,” Thomas whispered. “And you can use both at once?”  “Yes. It feels best that way.” Janus gently took Thomas’ hand, but he didn’t move beyond that. “You still want to touch me?” Thomas licked his lips and nodded once more. “More than anything.”  “Then, I will teach you.” Cautiously, in case he still decided to recoil and retreat, Janus guided Thomas’ hand to his cocks and showed him just how to touch them, stroking first one, then the other. He then taught Thomas how to take both of them into one hand with a firm grip and stroke.  At first, Thomas’ touch was barely there, uncertain and insecure much like Janus himself in that moment, but he built confidence and started a rhythm like he’d done this a dozen or so times before. Janus moaned softly and mostly let his hand fall away since it was clear Thomas could handle it on his own. “Yes, Thomas... Mm, that’s it, darling. You’re doing... ooh-- perfectly...” He moved his hand down, touching the delicate folds of skin between his cocks at the base, stroking them and moaning loudly as it increased his pleasure fivefold.  Awed, Thomas couldn’t look away; he watched his own hand moving over Janus’ cocks, aided by a generous amount of leaking precome. He watched Janus touch himself in what was evidently a very sensitive area. It was thrilling to experience something so new, so unheard of, and it caused a shiver to run down his spine.  “Kiss me, Thomas. Please. I long to taste you again.” Without hesitation, Thomas captured Janus’ lips with his own once again, swallowing down his sweet, indulgent moans as he continued stroking his cocks, speeding up steadily. The feeling of Janus’ forked tongue brushing against his lips and then moving into his mouth and gently moving against his tongue made Thomas moan softly. Janus’ free arm wrapped around his waist, holding him close even as he broke the kiss. “I’m very nearly there, Thomas. Please... please don’t stop.”  Thomas continued determinedly, stroking Janus’ cocks firmly and quickly until the Side began to tense and moan louder between gentle gasps for breath. “Oh god, Thomas... Oh--” Janus lifted his hips from the sofa, his eyes rolling back and falling shut as he came hard, making twice as much mess as Thomas as he spilled over Thomas’ hand, his own hand and thighs, and his own stomach. He let out one last moan and shuddered as the final wave of his orgasm passed through him like a tidal wave. Thomas slowed to a stop before gently releasing Janus’ cocks.  Lazy and orgasm-dizzy, Janus waved his hand, making the mess disappear from both of them without a trace and he gave Thomas a sleepy smile. “That was marvelous, darling.” He pulled Thomas in for a soft, sweet kiss. “Thank you for letting me take care of you.”  “Thank you for being willing to be taken care of in return. You’re important to me, Janus. I love you.” 

[thatesqcrush]

Fall From Grace, Pt. 6

Brian Kneef x Reader. Fandom: The Good Fight. Reference: S4, E.4, “The Gang is Satirized and Doesn’t Like It.” CW: Smut, angst, language. I was in a mood. 

AN: Our lovely REE was on The Good Fight for all of 3 minutes so I am taking lots of liberties. I am obsessed with the anti-Barba. He was just delicious. 

AN2:  Brian remains my favorite a snarky lawyer asshole. Shh, don’t tell Barba.

WC: 3106

***

The sounds of the city coming to life filled the bedroom. Sunshine poked through the curtains of the half-open window. You rolled over and came face to Brian’s sleeping form. Brian let out a soft snore and you giggled quietly. He rolled in his sleep and you were face to his well defined, muscled back. Two large colorful koi fish encircling each other graced his back. You reached out and softly traced the tattooed scales. Brian began to stir, and he shifted again, now back on his back. You crept out of the bed and made your way to the bathroom, shutting the door with a quiet click. Relieving yourself of your ablution, you washed your hands and made way back to the bedroom.

You jumped slightly seeing Brian awake. His arms were folded against his head and the white sheet that had covered him was now resting just at mid-thigh, exposing his morning wood. You felt a jolt of pleasure shoot through you. “Good morning.” “Good morning.” Brian replied, his voice warm and inviting. “Coming back to bed, I hope?” You nodded and reached over to whip off the light pink cotton tank you had been sleeping in. You climbed over Brian and dipped your head to capture his lips with yours. Brian’s large hands made their way down the slope of your back to your ass where he grabbed and squeezed. You broke the kiss to catch your breath and leaned up so your tits were in his face. Brian took a nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue over the pebbled flesh. You moaned his name softly as he turned his ministrations to your other breast. You reached behind and stroked his cock, which felt heavy in your hands. Brian kissed you once more, his hands wrapping into your hair, bringing you close to him. You pulled away slightly and slowly shimmied down his body, marking a trail of kisses down his chest. Having been with Brian enough, you knew he enjoyed it when you grazed your teeth against his own nipples. Your eyes flitted up to his and you sucked a mark right below his pecs. “Marking your territory?” Brian groaned. You ignored his comment and ignored that flopping sensation in your gut. Instead you continued to kiss down hist stomach before settling in between his legs.

“You are so fucking cocky.”

“I call it confidence… and I’ve got your cocky right there.” Brian winked.

You rolled your eyes and then blew your breath over his weeping cock before flattening your tongue along his impressive length. Brian hissed as you continued to tease him, running your tongue up and over. His chest rose and fell, as he tried to get in deep breaths. You sucked just the head - the salt of his pre-cum filled your mouth - before releasing him. He took his cock in his hand and tapped it against your cheek. You winked and moved lower to take one of his balls into your mouth, lightly sucking. You released one to spit onto your hand before reaching up to stroke his cock. “Oh fuck, Y/N! You’re such a good cock sucker.” Brian grunted. You keened at the praise. The wetness in between your legs grew and you could feel how damp your panties were becoming. You released his testicles to suck on his cock, taking him deeply. Your nose brushed against his pubic hair which was neatly trimmed. “That’s right, take that cock all the way. Such a good girl.” Brian grunted some more. Your eyes watered as you gagged on his cock, swallowing more until he reached the back of your throat. From there, he began to fuck your face with gusto. You sputtered and gagged some more, saliva drooling out of your mouth and along his cock. His hands were firmly planted in your hair as his hips hammered into your mouth. After a few minutes, you tapped his thigh lightly, a silent request for Brian to ease up which he did. You gasped for air, coming up and sat back on your haunches. A tear rolled down your cheek. Wiping your eyes, you smiled and took him once more in your mouth. Brian groaned loudly. He could never get over how much you enjoyed sucking his dick. “Can’t get enough, hmm?” Brian asked huskily. Truth be told, he could not get enough of you. He wanted you in every way – and that shook him to his core. Anytime he swung by your office, or you his, or he saw you walking about at the firm, his heart skipped a beat. You came off - a string of saliva connected you to him. You used the back of your hand to wipe it off and then spat in your hand again. You stroked his length with one hand and used your free hand to touch yourself. You were soaking, arousal dripping down your thighs. To your surprise, Brian responded by pulling you onto him. He kissed you softly, slowly. The kiss was intimate and sensual and it surprised you, causing your stomach to knot and your breath to hitch. You both paused, your lips were barely touching and you breathed in each other’s air. Your skin prickled and you felt your heart swell. It was almost as if time stopped. You knew you were in deep. And your gut told you Brian did too. Finally, you gave into the kiss again, claiming his mouth, hungry and intense. Brian returned the kiss with equal fervor. A rumble emanated from him, deep and guttural. Brian rolled you so you were back to his chest. He pressed kisses along the nape of your neck and slope of your shoulder, before hooking your leg over his. His fingers deftly pushed your panties to the side. His fingers teased and stroked your sopping wet cunt. Your eyes fluttered close in anticipation. Brian removed his fingers and rubbed his cock along your slit. You bit your lip as he pushed the head of cock in slowly. You moaned and Brian pushed in more slowly, until he was fully sheathed. He pulled out, until the only the head of his cock remained and then slowly pushed back in. You relished in how you both fit so perfectly together. Brian began to slowly thrust in and out of you, testing out a rhythm. Your head lolled back, resting on his shoulder. Moans from both of you and sounds of skin smacking skin filled the room as Brian increased the tempo. “Oh God Brian, yes, give it to me!” Brian pistoned into you harder, he pulled your leg up higher so he could penetrate you deeper, hitting your sweet spot. Your bodies were covered in a thin sheet of sweat. You started to clench around his cock. Brian took the cue to reach down and around your body to roughly rub your clit. Finding your release, you arched against him and came hard, screaming Brian’s name. “That’s my girl. Cum for me.” Brian grunted as he quickly followed. Brian stilled and cursed as he gripped your hips, shooting streams of his hot cum inside you. He came so hard, that it leaked out of you and dripped down his cock. Your panties were ruined. Your bodies came to a still and he pulled your leg down. Brian withdrew and you flipped over to face him once more. You were just about to press a kiss when his clock caught your eye and you jumped. “Shit! I didn’t realize it was so late!” you all but yelled as you gathered your remaining belongings into a makeshift ball. “I need to get home and get ready for work.” Brian looked at the clock and swore loudly. “I have a meeting with Diane Lockhart in an hour.” Brian shifted once more. “I’ll have Gianni pull the car around and get you home.” He reached for his phone and sent a quick text message.

You quickly dressed and took the hair tie from your purse and made a makeshift bun. Brian slipped on some boxers and went to the bathroom to turn on the shower. You hopped along the hallway, trying to get your shoes on. Brian reached for the door and opened it. “Dinner at Bavette’s tonight?” you asked as you turned as to give him a kiss goodbye. The look on Brian’s face made you freeze. You turned around and came face to face with Diane Lockhart and Lucca Quinn – and while they weren’t Brian’s bosses – they were your superiors.

“Diane… Lucca…”

 “Ms. Y/L/N.” Diane replied curtly. Lucca raised a brow at you. You felt your cheeks burn.

“Diane. Lucca. Good morning.” Brian gritted.

You turned back to Brian, no words coming from your mouth. You were utterly horrified by the turn of events and you pushed past the three, and made way for the stairs, not even bothering to wait for the elevator.

 --

An hour later you were walking into the office. An iced latte graced your hand and sunglasses donned your face. The office was busy, everyone was chattering. You wondered if news had already spread about your torrid affair with Brian Kneef.

You had sunk into your cushioned chair when Marissa popped in your doorway. “Hey, are you ok?”  

You shook your head. “No. I don’t want to talk about it.”  

Marissa arched her brow. “Want to hear something crazy?”

You removed your glasses. “Always.” You needed the distraction.

“Diane and Brian got into some kind of heated argument this morning. Apparently he’s screwing someone in the office. Diane was like ‘She’s a young woman – you’re taking advantage, blah blah. My money is on Gemma the new intern. She was flirting with him from day one.”

“It’s not Gemma.” You muttered.  

“If it’s not Gemma, then who is it?”  

You stood and walked to the door. You poked your head out and then shut the door. You leaned against the door and let out a large sigh. “It’s me.” 

“You! Since when?” Marissa exclaimed.

“Shhh!” You hissed. “Since the Statler case. But it’s just sex – nothing more.”

Marissa furrowed her brow. “Are you sure about that?” She watched you carefully.

You nodded. “Absolutely. We’re adults. He scratches my itch. I scratch his. People can just have sex and it not mean anything.” You replied.

‘Liar!’ your conscience screamed at you. 

“I don’t know. Maybe.” Marissa crinkled her nose. “You need to be careful.”

 --

Your afternoon was spent in a large meeting. Diane was pacing the floor, rattling off directives and you were taking notes. You found yourself unable to meet her eyes. You could almost feel Lucca’s eyes boring into you. The door swung open and you looked up – it was Brian. He paused mid-stride as your eyes met. Turning to Diane, he nodded and made his way up to the front of the board room.

The upcoming litigation the Firm was handling was going to be an intense one. It was all hands on deck. Diane and Brian literally split into teams of two, picking who they needed. You had hoped Brian would pick you, after all, why wouldn’t he – but he didn’t. You were chosen last – and really it was just down to you left. Everyone was given their marching orders and the boardroom emptied out slowly. It was just you, Brian, and Diane. You finished your notes and opened your mouth to say something but found yourself at a loss for words.  

“Come Y/N, we have a lot to do. I am going to need your undivided attention.” Diane barked. You nodded and followed her out. You looked at Brian wistfully as you left.  

Brian’s face was stoic and unresponsive.

--- 

Dinner that night was planned for 6pm sharp at Bavette’s. Brian didn’t show. You felt a pit in your stomach emerge.

“Miss? Can I get you anything? An appetizer while you wait?” the waiter asked as you polished off your third glass of wine.  

“No.” You replied, swallowing the last of your wine. You could hear the shake in your voice. “Just the check please, thanks.”  

--

The case ate at all of your time – including any free time you had. Your billables exploded and you found yourself working at all hours. You had attempted to reach out to Brian, but he didn’t respond to any of your texts. Weeks went by.  You tried going up one early afternoon to his office when you saw him walk by, but the STR gatekeepers made you turn back. “Mr. Kneef is very busy and he shan’t be interrupted!”  

You paced your office one evening - you had tried to finish up a motion but you could not focus. Brian had gotten to you – or rather, his lack of response had. “Fucking feelings.” With a groan, you gathered your belongings and decided to call it a night.  

You approached the elevator bank just as the doors were about to close. “Wait, hold it!” you shouted and foolishly, stuck your hand in between the doors to keep it from closing. It worked and the doors opened again.  

And you came face to face with Brian.  

“Ms. Y/L/N.” He acknowledged you quietly.  

“Oh, it’s Ms. Y/L/N, now? That’s not what you were saying when I was in your bed.” You snapped.  

“Now is not the time or the place.” Brian replied, his eyes firmly planted on the floor numbers marking the descent.  

“When will it be then? Hmmm – since you don’t answer my calls?”

Brian turned to you. He set down his briefcase and crossed his arms. Taking a deep breath, he began.  

“Whatever this is… it was what it was. Nothing more.”  

“Is this about Diane and Lucca? Who gives a shit? I thought-”  

“You thought nothing.” Brian interruped. “Want me to spell it out for you? I don’t do stage 5 clingers – I don’t do the boyfriend thing. I told you that from the beginning. We had our fun and we got caught. It’s not fun anymore. Now you need to move on. I already have.”  

The elevator dinged, signaling it’s arrival. Brian raised his brows and walked out. You trailed behind him, the distance between you two growing larger and larger.  

Brian’s car came around and it whisked him away. But not before he saw your resolve break down in front of the office building.

--

Yet another meeting was occurring. ‘Another meeting that could have been an email.’ You thought to yourself. You stifled a yawn – pulling all nighters was starting to catch up to you. You wanted to murder whoever decided a meeting at the end of the day was a good idea.  

You leafed through a brown box of random files. All of it looked like miscellaneous junk but then something caught your eye and you perked up. You scanned the room – Brian was across the way, talking to an associate.  

“Uh – Diane?”  

Lucca looked over at you. “What did you find?” Lucca asked, walking over. She snatched the paper from you.  

“Holy shit – this is an internal memo showing that our client knew about engineering defects.”  

“We’re on the wrong side of this.” You sighed. Diane came over and put on her glasses.  

“Is this what I think this is? Brian!”

Brian came over. Diane shoved the memo at him. “I never saw this thing in my life.” Brian snapped. 

You arched your brow. “Sure looks like you did. That is your signature on the receiving end. And statute of limitations doesn't apply to fraudulent concealment.”  

“I didn't conceal jack shit.”  

“Then who signed it? Hmmm?” You shot back, rolling your eyes. “This looks so fucking bad.”  

“I don’t care how it looks!” Brian snarled. “It’s bullshit.”  

“Then tell me what’s exactly bullshit here because I'm looking at a document that undermines our entire defense. An anonymous memo with names and dates blacked out. It's damning, and it implicates you – this firm - in a cover-up.”

Brian stared at you, his eyes furious. “I don't know what crawled up your ass today, but I take care of my business!”  

You were taken aback. “Don’t bite my ass since I happened to find it. It’s not my fucking fault.”  

“Enough you two.” Diane snapped. “What are we going to do about it?”

 --

The next morning you returned to the office bright and early. Marissa slid into the empty space on the elevator next to you. “I have it on good authority that there are roses on your desk. And a card.” She reached into her top and whipped out a small white card that had your name scribbled on it. You recognized Brian’s handwriting.

You carefully opened it and took out the small card: Let’s meet.

--

That night Brian bounded down the steps to the main floor. He went to drop off a file at reception when he noticed a dozen red roses on the end of the receptionist’s desk.  

“Where did those flowers come from?” Brian asked, his eyes narrowing.  

“Oh! Y/N gave them to me. She said she was allergic. Such a shame – they’re gorgeous flowers.”  

Brian felt his blood pressure go through the roof. He bid the receptionist well and made his way to the elevator. By the time he made it to the main lobby, he was seething. He reached into his jacket’s breast pocket to call you, when he realized he left his phone in his office. With a groan, he pivoted and returned to the elevator bank.  

After a minute, the elevator dinged, signaling its arrival. It was Brian’s turn to come face to face with you.  

“Y/N.”

You looked up at Brian. ‘Fuck.’ You stood straight and stuck your chin out. “Have a good night.” You went to move past him and he grabbed your wrist.

“Like hell – you’re coming back upstairs with me. We need to talk.”  

You yanked your wrist from his grasp. “No. You have made it quite perfectly clear that we are nothing.”

Brian grabbed your wrist again and pulled you flush against him. It was clear you were angry. Your skin was flushed and your jaw was clenched. You licked your lips subconsciously. ‘Fuck it all.’ Brian thought as he crushed his lips against yours, kissing you roughly. His lips mashed against yours, teeth clashing. The kiss was intense, with one of his hands on your ass, the other wrapped in your hair. His beard scratched against your skin and immediately you felt your panties dampen.  

Your mouths parted and you both stared at each other. You both breathed heavily. And without hesitation, you slapped him across the face. 

Your eyes widened at the realization and horror of what you had done. You took off, your heels clacking against the floor, the sound echoing throughout the lobby. Brian rubbed his reddened cheek, his skin stinging at where you slapped him.  

“I deserved that.”

TBC.

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[janellion]

pretty lips

pairing: kiyoko shimizu x f!reader

genre: fluff, suggestive, slight nsfw at the end 

wc: ~2.7k

song recommendations: religion (you can lay your hands on me) - shura x | i wanna be your girlfriend - girl in red x | pussy is god - king princess x

a/n: written for @writeiolite / @seijoh ♡ happy happy happy birthday io! words cannot describe how appreciative i am of you and how much love i have in my heart for you. you are a truly amazing, talented, kind, funny, compassionate, enthusiastic, and lovely person. you share so much with all of us, from your kind words to your passion for writing, to your vibrant personality. this fandom and community truly wouldn’t be the same without you, thank you so much for being you. i am so blessed to call you my friend, and you mean so much to me. i wouldn’t want anyone else in the world to be my kink soulmate. i hope you have an amazing birthday, because you truly do deserve the the world. i love you so so much, happy birthday! ♡

summary: glimpses into your life with your roommate, Kiyoko

Your first day at your new school starts with you walking into what looked like a large apartment building

Hefting your bag over your shoulder and pulling the other behind you, you make your way up the steps, taking in the excited chatter and general sense of excitement around you

As you walk towards the elevator, you check your phone again to make sure you got your apartment number right before you embarrass yourself knocking on some random person’s door

You finally get to your floor after what feels like ages in the rickety old elevator and make your way down the hall towards apartment 212

You steel yourself, taking a deep breath and exhaling it, before knocking on the door

You aren’t really sure what to expect, but it certainly wasn’t the most beautiful girl you’ve ever seen— her hair so dark it was almost blue, eyes the color of the sky right after the sun sets, supple pink lips shiny with what had to be lipgloss, fair skin that looked soft to the touch

and your name on her lips

“I was wondering when you’d get here,” she says, voice more delicate than you expected, as she tucks an errant strand of those midnight locks behind her ear, delicate fingers lingering tangled in the strands before drifting back down to her side as she continues, “I’m Kiyoko Shimizu, your roommate”

You continue to stare for a moment, eyes trailing the movement, before snapping your gaze back up to catch a faint blush coloring her cheeks, the same shade as the rosy pink of her lips, as she brings her hand up to her face to stifle a laugh, her eyes twinkling in amusement

“Oh—“ You start before realizing that your mouth is probably gaping open, before straightening your posture and schooling your face into as nonchalant of an expression as you can manage

“Yeah, I’m your new roommate, [Name],” you say, a tentative smile on your face as you return her steady eye contact, her eyebrow quirked up slightly, a small smile tugging at her lips  

“It’s nice to meet you,” she says in that delicate but firm voice as she extends her hand out towards you, which you stare at momentarily before realizing oh, she’s offering to take one of your bags

You sigh quietly to yourself, wondering if this level of confusion is going to be your constant state of existence before lifting the bag from your shoulder and placing the handle in her awaiting palm

Your eyes widen by a fraction as you see her grip the handle, arm not lowering an inch, as she holds the heavy bag between you before turning to walk through the open door of the apartment  

Wow, I wish I was that strong, you think to yourself, calling out a “Oh, uh thank you!” to her retreating figure, eyes drifting down to the slope of her back, taking in her graceful stride, before stepping through the threshold and into your new apartment

You look around, taking in the cream colored walls, the tasteful art, and the smell of freshly brewed tea drifting from the kitchen before walking over to Kiyoko, who’s standing in the center of the living room

She looks over at you, small smile on her face, before setting the bag down on the couch behind her, gesturing for you to do the same

As you place the bag down, she reaches toward you, graceful but strong fingers gripping your wrist, before pulling you down the hall

You freeze at the contact, not expecting her to be the sort of person to initiate contact with someone who is, for all intents and purposes, a stranger, but you can’t find it in yourself to mind it

She pulls you to a stop at the end of the hallway, in front of an open doorway, to reveal a room with walls painted white, an undressed bed and undecorated dresser the only pieces of furniture in the space

“This is your room,” she says, turning to you with that same small smile on her face, another strand of hair slipping past her ear that she quickly tucks back, in what you’re noticing is a cute habit, before she extends her arm, gesturing for you to walk in front of her

You cross the threshold, taking in the large window and the natural light that illuminates the room, before turning around to see Kiyoko looking at you, the deep blue of her eyes lightened by the soft light of the window, and feel your breath hitch in your throat

“Where’s your room?” you ask over your shoulder, not wanting to turn around as you try to regulate your breathing

The air must be thinner here or something, you think to yourself, as you feel Kiyoko pass you, her arm brushing against yours as she walks past you to point to the door next to yours

“This one is mine!”, she says with a small smile, before heading back to the living room, you following behind her

She grabs your bags, one hefted over her shoulder with little difficulty, and the other she pulls behind her, as she makes her way to your room

Kiyoko drops them on your bed before turning to look at you, face framed by dark hair and a smile on her face, “I’ll let you get settled in, OK?” she says, before straightening up, and walking past you out the door

The faint scent of vanilla lingers behind her, and as you turn around you’re only able to catch the tips of her hair as she walks back down the hallway

After you’re completely settled in, unpacked to the best of your ability, and gotten your bed somewhat passable to sleep in for the night, you decide it’s probably time to shower, gathering up your toiletries to move them into the bathroom

As you’re approaching the bathroom door, focused on holding the multitude of bottles in your arms, the door opens, and a cloud of steam rushes out, framing the figure of Kiyoko, dark hair wrapped up in a messy bun, a few strands slipping out to frame her face, and a small white towel held in place by her hand

She looks up at you, face flushed from the shower, cheeks red and hair dripping, before laughing softly as she tucks another errand strand of hair behind her ear

“It’s all yours,” she says over her shoulder, retreating into her room, the faint smell of vanilla wafting behind her

You barely have time to process the way your eyes drift down to the sway of her hips as she walks before the door is closing behind her

After you’ve been living together for a few weeks, and have figured out each other’s daily habits and schedules (shower times included), you find yourself sitting on the couch, working on a project on your laptop, only to see Kiyoko heading out the door

“Where are you going?” you call over to her, taking in the way she reaches back to tie her hair up, the silky strands slipping through her fingers as she pulls it back, and the way her shirt stretches over her chest before your eyes snap back up at the sound of her voice

“I’m heading to the gym,” she replies, crouching down to retie one of her shoes before standing again, your eyes tracing the curves of her legs as she straightens

“Want to come?” she asks, looking at you with a twinkle in her eyes, easier to see now that she’s removed her glasses

Would I ever want to—you cut off that thought as you turn back to her, shaking your head with a smile, “That’s okay, I really have to finish up this project,” you say, gesturing to your computer and shrugging your shoulders

Kiyoko throws an “Okay!” over her shoulder as she opens the front door to head out

You glance over just in time to take in the way her leggings cup the curve of her ass before she’s out the door

One day, you’re sitting in the kitchen, drinking a cup of tea as you hear clamoring coming from down the hall, getting louder and louder as you hear two steps of footsteps, one soft and light and the other bounding and aggressive, approaching the door

As soon as the key turns in the lock, the door swings open to reveal Kiyoko followed by a tall guy with a shaved head and a large grin on his face

“Kiyoko! You got some nice digs!” he exclaims, looking around the apartment, eyes finally landing on you

His smile morphs into a mischievous grin as he raises his eyebrows at Kiyoko, who has returned from her room with her school materials, “OH SO THIS IS —“

He’s cut off by a notebook hitting him in the face as Kiyoko walks toward him, tucking a strand of hair behind her ears as a light blush colors her cheeks

She turns to face you, “I’m so sorry about him, he’s obnoxious. We’re just going to go work on a project now”

But you’re captivated by the way her lips look when she speaks, the shine of the lipgloss on her lower lip, the way the corners crook up when she gives you that soft smile that feels like it’s only for you, and the way her tongue flicks out to wet her lips between sentences

As you bring your eyes back up to hers, you give her a warm smile, trying to ignore the ache in your chest and the heat in your gut as you watch the guy grab Kiyoko’s wrist and pull her out the door, his loud laugh echoing down the wall and through the closing door

Coming back one night from a late study session, you quietly tun the key in the lock, swinging the door open as silently as possible, before taking your shoes off and padding into your room

As you go to set down your bag at the foot of your bed, you swear you hear the sound of your name through the walls, the voice faint and high and breathy

Curious, you press your ear against the wall your room shares with Kiyoko’s and you’re met with the sound of breathy pants and whimpers, your name interspersed between “please” and “more”

You push off from the wall, trying to ignore the pulsing between your legs and the sound of your heartbeat in your ears, before lying down on your bed, staring at the ceiling, images of what’s happening inches away from you on the other side of the wall filling your mind

One night, to celebrate the end of the semester, Kiyoko convinces you to join her and Yachi for a girl’s night out on the town. You get dressed up and ready together before setting out to the local bar

When you get there, Yachi sees someone she knows, waving at her to join them for a game of darts, leaving you and Kiyoko alone at the bar

You’re about to wave down the bartender, but before you can, a large forearm snakes its way into your vision, accompanied by a greasy grin

“What can I get you ladies?” rings in your ear as you feel the man to your side press into you, invading your space

Just as you’re about to tell him off, you catch a whiff of vanilla through the musky smell of the bar as Kiyoko firmly pushes the larger man away, causing him to stumble back, as she presses in behind you, your back to her chest and her arm at your side

“We’re fine, thank you,” she says in her delicate but firm voice, before turning to look at you, the glow from the lights above twinkling in her deep blue eyes

“Are you alright?” she asks, the colorful lights dancing off her face as she leans in to squeeze your arm, her face inches from yours

You glance down at her lips, soft pink and shining in the dim lighting, before giving her a smile, “Yeah I’m fine, thank you for dealing with him”

You give her a shoulder a small and affectionate push, smile growing as you say, “I could have handled him on my own, you know?”

Kiyoko returns the smile, the deep blue of her eyes searching yours before she pulls away

“Let’s get that drink, shall we?” she says, grabbing your hand and pulling you up to the bar with her to order your drinks.

Later that night, the two of you are stumbling back to your shared apartment, giggling and shushing each other, fingers intertwined and arms slung around waists for “balance”

As soon as you get the door open, you both collapse onto the ground, you falling on your back, giggling as you push the hair from your face, causing it to fan around your head

Kiyoko lands on top of you, arms poised on either side of you, her midnight hair falling down from behind her ears, the inky blue of her eyes focused on you, and you notice the way they flit from your lips to your eyes and back

You can’t help but take in the way she looks above you, her plump lips shining, a pink flush on her cheeks, the smooth expanse of her throat begging to be touched

Before you know what you’re doing, you’re reaching a hand up, brushing her hair behind her ear as you’ve seen her done countless times before

But this time, your hand lingers, tangles itself in those midnight locks, and you pull her down to you, rising up on your elbow to meet her halfway

Her lips are soft, softer than any you’ve ever felt before, and she tastes like the maraschino cherries from the drink she had earlier

You try to rise up further to deepen the kiss, only to find her pushing you down, her lips chasing yours as she does, her hands coming to tangle in your hair as you feel the swell of her breasts pushing against yours

You smile into the kiss, causing her to pull away briefly, chest heaving and face flushed

“What is it?” she asks, breathlessly, her voice soft

“I was wondering when this was finally going to happen”,  you say smiling up at her, before grabbing her hand and pulling her down again

Your hands grip at the sheets at your sides, clenching your fists to try and ground yourself from the pleasure wracking through your body

You arch your back, stifling a loud moan as your eyes roll back to meet the headboard of your new bed

You try and kick your legs in an attempt to end the rampant overstimulation and and pleasure spreading from between your legs, but they’re held firmly in place by two strong but delicate hands, the fingertips digging into the flesh of your thighs as they spread them apart

Finally, you’re given a reprieve as the talented tongue of your lover ceases its ministrations

You gasp, breath returning to your lungs as you come down from your high, and take in the sight of Kiyoko, her gaze full of love and lust as it focuses on you, midnight hair matted down to the sides of her face, and her lips shining (but this time not with gloss) as they pull into a sweet smile that betrays the the glint in her inky blue eyes

“I know you can give me another one, pretty girl,” she says, her hand finding yours in the sheets, intertwining your fingers together before burying herself once more in your heat

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Say Your Prayers: A Reservoir Dogs Fic (1/3)

Fandom: Reservoir Dogs Pairing: None? But like, some. Honestly, this fic isn’t about romance. Summary: It's a few days after their latest heist, and Freddy never showed at the rendezvous. Larry doesn't think much of it--delays happen--until somebody leaves a photograph at the hotel room door. The kid's in trouble. And in their line of work, "trouble" can lead to "dead" very, very fast.

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They made a narrow escape, but all escapes are narrow when bullets start flying, and considering none of them found their mark, Larry decides it might have been a good day after all. Whatever made Joe decide ripping off a drug lord was worthwhile, he'll never know. Must've been some bad blood between them. And if the blood is sour enough to piss off Joe Cabot, then it's sour enough to piss off the rest of the boys. But hey: job's done, nobody died, and now Larry, Mr. Brown, and Mr. Pink are safely at the rendezvous.

It's an old hotel. Mr. Brown was--and still is--ecstatic about the old-timey elevator with the cage and crank. There's an operator, too. Larry doesn't like thinking about the margin of human error, about how it would take one easy mistake for the cage to plummet, but he pushes it aside. He's calm. Has to be. Next to him, Mr. Pink is a nervous wreck.

"Fuck man," Pink says. "I fuckin' hate elevators. Couldn't we have just taken the stairs?"

Larry gives him a look. "We're on the tenth floor."

"Your point?"

"Hey," Mr. Brown points out. "Look down. You can't even see the floor anymore."

Pink groans and shuts his eyes. "I'm gonna die."

"No you're not," Larry tells him, a little exasperated. Still, the words remind him of a similar time, a while ago now, but with Mr. Orange--Freddy. Larry tries not to think about that day too often. Kid nearly bled to death in his arms, and that sort of thing messes with the head.

The elevator finally pulls up to the tenth floor. Mr. Pink is the first one out as soon as the gate opens, followed by Brown, then Larry. He tips the operator and lingers back a second.

"We're waiting on one more," he says. "He's a scrawny little shit and probably wearing a jacket that's way too big for him." Larry hands the operator another five. "Can't miss him. Make sure he knows where we are."

The operator, some guy in his thirties who looks like he hates his job, nods. "Sure thing."

Larry starts after Mr. Pink and Mr. Brown. He never bothered learning their real names, and they never bothered telling him. They know his, but that's mostly because Larry hates that anonymous crap. But he played along for Joe and they all walked away happy. Better than things usually go.

"I can't believe I have to share a room," Mr. Pink is muttering to himself. He sees Larry walking down the hall and gestures at him. "How come you get one to yourself and I'm stuck with this sack of shit?"

"Oh excuse me, are you the one paying the bill?" Larry shoves past Pink toward his door. "No? Alright then. Quit complaining."

He's already into the room when he hears Pink mumble something under his breath. Larry doesn't really care what he says. He shuts the door behind him and sits on the bed with a groan. He's absolutely exhausted, now that the adrenaline from the job's worn off. And, to make things worse, there's a small knot forming in his stomach. Call it instinct, but he only gets it when something isn't right. Joe would call him paranoid. Freddy, too. But considering neither one of them are here, Larry's left to his own thoughts.

Freddy hadn't shown at the rendezvous. Mr. Brown and Mr. Pink had, both within five minutes of each other. Larry hopes the kid is just late. After all, it was the first job he'd pulled since... well, since the diamonds.

Talk about shock. Larry could still remember how his goddamn heart nearly stopped when Freddy told him the truth, that he was a cop and was supposed to tip off others to the heist, but hadn't. And then he'd taken a bullet meant for Larry, shot by some good samaritan trying to play cowboy.

Larry would be lying if he said he hadn't considered leaving Freddy behind. He'd betrayed him--and that stung. But hell, the kid had saved his life and was bleeding out and goddammit, Larry couldn't. He just couldn't.

But that was months ago. Water under the bridge, though convincing Joe of that had taken every ounce of persuasion Larry could summon. But he had. Somehow, he had, and here they all are. Safe. Happy. Alive.

He sighs and leans back on the bed. He'll give Freddy another couple hours, then see if Joe heard anything. Any luck, the kid's already on his way.

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.

Wherever he is, it's dark. Dark, wet, and cold. All the worst things anybody can imagine after they've just been hit.

Freddy groans and tries to shift into a more comfortable position. He can't see anything, but he can feel. Oh God, he can feel... and it's like somebody's dragged him through a meat grinder. He can hear something dripping. Dimly, he hopes it's water and not blood from... from... well, wherever it is he's bleeding. Because he's definitely bleeding; he just can't figure out why.

It takes him a moment, but he eventually realizes he's sitting. Okay, that's a bit of a nicer statement than reality. Reality is, he's tied to a chair. Ropes dig into his wrists and ankles, and he can already feel the beginnings of burns. He tries to flex his fingers, but the moment he moves them, pain flares and he cries out. The sound is muffled by the gag stuffed in his mouth, but it's there nonetheless. Something's broken. He doesn't know if it's his fingers, hands, or all of the above, but whatever it is, it hurts like a bitch.

"You're awake."

He hears the voice, deep and slow and way too close to his ear. Without much thought, he shies away from it--and only then does he realize he's been blindfolded. His chest constricts.

Blind. Can't move. Can't talk. This isn't good.

"I was wondering when that'd happen," the voice continues. "Thought maybe my boys roughed you up a little too much."

Freddy takes a deep breath, in and out. He needs to stay calm. Staying calm will help him. Staying calm will keep him alive. Staying calm is what Larry would do.

"Me and Joe Cabot go back a long time." The voice is circling him now, vulture-like. "Never thought he'd have the guts to make a move on me. After all..."

Something nudges Freddy's injured hands, and he can't help his scream as white hot agony flares beneath his skin.

"... I always move back."

Once the pain fades, Freddy tries to think. This must be the drug lord he and the guys had ripped off. This must be Big Frank Muller.

Panic threatens to overwhelm him for a moment. He'd heard about Big Frank from his time in the force--and the guy's nothing if not ruthless. Twisted. Tortures and kills for pleasure. Nobody's caught him because none of his victims survive long enough to get an ID. And Freddy's absolutely powerless, completely at his mercy... or lack thereof.

"Let's get down to business," Big Frank says casually, and Freddy's head snaps sideways as a big, meaty fist slams into his jaw. "Gotta make you look pretty for the camera."

Camera? Freddy thinks dizzily, then feels the skin on his cheek split with another punch. What the hell is this guy going on about?

When he can focus again, having lost count of how many hits he took, his face is throbbing and undoubtedly swollen. He hears the click, then winding of a disposable camera, and has maybe two seconds to breathe before Big Frank starts talking.

"Cabot's going to love this," he murmurs. There's a pause, during which Freddy can feel his heart racing, and then: "Dimmick, too."

Freddy's blood goes cold for a split second before he starts struggling. Now? Now he understands. He shouts against the gag, choice words and insults that would make his mother roll over in her grave. But they're useless. The next thing he knows, something hits the back of his head and he begins to lose consciousness again.

Larry, he thinks before he goes under. Stay safe. Please stay safe.

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It's roughly around eight pm when Larry wakes up to a knock on his door. He groans and wipes the sleep from his eyes, then checks the phone. There aren't any messages. He frowns and sits up, the knot in his stomach coming back with a vengeance. The front desk is supposed to call him when Freddy shows--and they haven't yet. He doesn't know what that means, if it means anything at all, but he can't help but think something's wrong.

"Goddammit, White, open up!" Mr. Pink's voice sounds muffled through the door as he pounds on it again. There's also something lacing his tone that Larry doesn't like. It sounds too much like raw panic.

That's enough for Larry to fumble into motion. He stands and makes his way over to the door, undoing the deadbolt and wrenching it open in time for Pink to walk through uninvited. His shoulders are bunched with worry, and he's followed quickly by Mr. Brown.

"What the hell's going on?" Larry demands as he shuts the door and refastens the lock.

"Did you hear anybody out in the hall?" Pink asks, nervously wringing his hands together. "Because we didn't, but somebody was definitely there, man. Somebody was definitely fucking there and they left that fucking picture and shit shit shit!"

Larry holds his hands up and grabs Pink's arm to stop him from pacing. "Slow down. What in fuck's name are you talking about?"

Mr. Pink gives him a look that Larry doesn't like, but says nothing. Instead, it's Mr. Brown who speaks as he reaches into his coat pocket and pulls out a photograph.

"He's talking about this," Brown says distantly.

He hands Larry the picture--slow, as if Larry will chop his hand off if he's not careful. At first, Larry isn't sure what he's seeing--it's dark and his mind doesn't want to believe anything anymore. But then the clouds clear, and his breath hitches painfully.

Freddy. Tied to a chair. Beaten and bloody. Blindfolded and gagged. And the look on his face... the pain on his face...

His hands move on their own accord, and Larry flips the photo over. Scrawled on the back, written in cheap ink and even cheaper handwriting, is today's date, followed by a crude drawing of a clock. It doesn't take him long to get the message, and he feels himself going cold all over.

"This is fucked up, man," Mr. Pink hisses as he starts pacing again. "This is so fucked up." He turns to Mr. Brown. "It's fucked up."

Brown nods in silent agreement. Then he turns toward Larry, who's flipped the picture over again. He can't stop looking at it. He feels Brown's eyes on him, followed by Pink's, and the scrutiny and quiet fear threaten to overwhelm him.

But he regains control. And when he speaks, he's suddenly not Larry Dimmick anymore. He's Mr. White--and his boy's just been stolen.

"Get Joe on the phone. Now."

Listen: I have no self-control. 

[softest-cinnamon-roll]

idk if you're still doing smut prompts but I LOVE ur smut it's some of the best in the fandom u really said soft dom richie rights!!! So..... 1, 24 and 54

1.“Don’t make me take you home and punish you.”24. “Behave.”54. “C’mere. You can sit on my lap until I’m done working.”

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As much as Eddie adored the Christmas period, there was one thing in particular he hated and that was how busy his fiancé became at work. Normally, Richie would work at the office from 9-5 Monday to Friday, but when the Christmas period comes around, the business just soars, which makes sense since it is a toy company.

Even though all of Richie’s employees would surely be able to work through the influx on their own, Richie wasn’t that kind of CEO to sit back and let other people do all the hard work. If his workers had to stay late, then so would he. Of course, Eddie understood this, but the late hours meant that they barely got to see each other during the month of December, and when they were alone it was mostly spent sleeping.

Therefore that’s why Eddie found himself standing outside of Tozier Toys & Co Headquarters, debating on whether he was being too clingy for wanting to spend some time with Richie, even if he was working. He must have been standing outside for close to twenty minutes, the cold air blowing down his neck and making him shiver.

His thoughts drifted from just spending time with Richie to something much more dirty as he imagined his fiancé warming him up with his hands, moving under his shirt to brush over his nipples while the other slowly made its way down down down to dip under his pants, making his breathing hitch. Not only had they not spent any time together, they hadn’t actually had sex in over a week and Eddie was becoming a little agitated.

With his mind made up, Eddie walked into the main lobby of the headquarters and waved at Daniel, the receptionist who wasted no time pressing the button to allow the elevator to take Eddie up to Richie’s office. The doors closed behind him and Eddie let his eyes fall shut as the floors raised all the way to floor 69, where Richie’s office was located, something that his fiancé took great pride in.

“Mr Kaspbrak! We weren’t expecting you this afternoon!” One of Richie’s assistants gasped as he stepped out of the elevator and made his way over to Richie’s office door. “Would you like me to get you anything?”

Eddie shook his head, “No, it’s alright. Richie’s not in a meeting is he?” He asked and the girl, Lucy, shook her head with a smile, allowing him to continue his way to the door. He knocked twice before pushing the door open, eyes widening at the state of Richie’s office.

The whole of Richie’s office was covered in Christmas Wrapping paper, glitter and well…toys. Eddie had never seen so much mess in his office in the whole five years they had been together and even though it made the OCD in him cringe a little, he also felt a warmth at how invested Richie was in his job at this time of year.

“Eds! Hey, what are you doing here?” Richie asked and Eddie looked around for the source, finding him at his desk with tiny bits of tinsel stuck in his curls. It made Eddie giggle a little and take a few steps closer, careful not to stand on any toys that may be buried under the Christmas paper mess on the floor.

“Missed you,” Eddie shrugged, finally reaching his desk and he leaned over to peck Richie’s lips. From this close, he could see the specks of glitter on his cheeks. “What’s with all the mess?” He asked.

Richie grinned, “You know the Children’s shelter that’s just a few blocks down from our place?” He asked and Eddie nodded his head. Of course he knew, he and Richie donated there as much as they could and even delivered a turkey there for Christmas every year. “I thought this year we could donate some of the toys to the children, so they have something to open on Christmas Day. Apparently, the news caught wind and it’s turned into this big thing. So here I am. I’m almost done for the day though, I just have a few figures to put in the computer and we can go for dinner. How does that sound?”

The whole thing sounded amazing and Eddie nodded his head, biting his lip a little as he moved to the chairs by the window and took a seat. His thoughts were still rife in his mind from earlier, but Richie was working and he didn’t want to distract him with his…not so innocent thoughts.

Richie, however, could read Eddie like a book and when he turned his head, his fiancé was staring back at him with a raised eyebrow. “What?” Eddie asked, cursing his voice for cracking the way it did. “Why are you staring at me?”

“Did you just miss me, Eds? Or is there something you’re not telling me?” Richie asked, dropping his voice low which made Eddie scrunch his eyes shut tight. Richie was using the voice he only used when they were in bed together and he knew the effect it had on him. “Oh I see, you miss me baby. Don’t you?”

The little gasp that left Eddie’s lips told Richie all he needed to know and he leaned back in his chair, patting his lap. Eddie tiled his head to the side, “What?”

“C’mere. You can sit on my lap until I’m done working.” Richie grinned and Eddie wasted no time in scrambling to his feet and over to where Richie was sitting. He straddled his lap, pressing his face into the crook of Richie’s neck, breathing him in as his fiancé rubbed his hands up and down his back soothingly. The softness lasted all but a second as Richie moved his lips to Eddie’s ear and whispered, “If you behave.”

A shudder made its way down Eddie’s spine and he let out a puff of a breath, settling himself in Richie’s lap and trying to keep as still as possible. Even though they were at Richie’s place of work, if Richie wanted to start a scene, then there was no way Eddie was going to protest. Not when he was so high strung.

His good behaviour lasted for about ten minutes. Eddie had remained as still as he could in Richie’s lap, listening to him tap away on his laptop, putting in whatever figures he needed to put in. After about fifteen minutes of Richie refusing to acknowledge he was even there, Eddie became a little needy, rolling his hips to emphasise his point. He wanted attention.

Richie, the asshole, refused to give it to him. Instead of addressing Eddie and his hip roll, Richie just continued to work away as though he hadn’t moved at all. Eddie narrowed his eyes and moved his hips down once more, this time connecting their crotches and allowing a gasp to leave Eddie’s lips. This time, it did get a response from Richie, who moved one of his hands to Eddie’s hip and squeezed it tight. A warning.

“Baby,” Richie started, his voice much lower than before now. “Don’t make me take you home and punish you.” Eddie closed his eyes as a light whimper left his lips and Richie chuckled. “My you are needy baby. Do you want to be punished?” He asked, but it was clear that Eddie wasn’t to answer the question. “Do you want me to take you home and tease you so much that you’re begging to come? Answer me, baby.”

“Yes,” Eddie gasped, going to move his hips down once more but Richie was faster, gripping his hips and holding him still. “Please- please I need you Richie- please.”

Richie tutted a little and removed one hand from Eddie’s hips to grip his chin tightly, making Eddie look at him. “You know that’s not what you call me, baby. Or are you trying to be bad on purpose?”

Slowly, Eddie nodded his head, his cheeks turning bright red. He was that starved for attention that, yes, he had willingly been bad in order to provoke Richie into doing something. Now though, now he was going to pay for that, if the look in Richie’s eye was anything to go off of. “Sir, I’m sorry sir.”

“Better.” Richie hummed. “But I still need to teach you a lesson. Up.” He patted Eddie’s hip and he slipped off of his lap. Richie pulled on his coat and packed away his laptop, allowing Eddie to pull his own jacket back on before holding out his hand for him. “We’re going home, and you’re going to be good for me. Isn’t that right baby?”

Eddie nodded his head once more, keeping himself close to Richie as they walked out of the office and into the elevator. “Y-Yes sir,” he whispered when they were out of earshot. Richie wrapped an arm around his waist to pull him closer, the protective side in him showing.

It didn’t take long after they arrived back at their apartment for Richie to get Eddie naked and on his back, cheeks flushed and body rocking upwards in a desperate plea for attention. Richie had one of those shit eating grins on his face, the one that made Eddie aware he was right where Richie wanted him. Richie knew that Eddie wanted him to touch him, to take him higher and higher just like he always did, and that was also why Richie wasn’t touching him.

His cock was hard and flush against Eddie’s stomach, leaking a little precum as his hands gripped the sheets on either side of his hips. Richie had warned him before they had even entered the apartment complex that he wasn’t to touch himself at all, and if he did there would be serious consequences. Eddie loved to test Richie’s limited, but he knew when to behave.

Currently, Richie was rummaging in their closet, clearly looking for things to pull Eddie apart with. He had been in there for about five minutes when he finally emerged, a wide grin on his face as he bounced over to the bed, dumping the stuff onto the mattress. “I’m going to make you fall apart, baby. You’ll be screaming at me to let you come by the end of the night. That is…if I don’t gag you.” He winked and Eddie whimpered, moving to pull his legs closed.

Richie shook his head, placing his hands on either one of Eddie’s knees and spread them apart once more, clicking his tongue. “Nope baby. Keep them open.” He took a seat on the edge of the bed and trailed his fingers from Eddie’s calf all the way up to his inner thigh and then back down before repeating the process with the opposite leg. Eddie was practically shaking in anticipation for Richie to just touch him already.

“Sir please,” Eddie whimpered, biting down hard on his lip as he gave Richie is best puppy dog eyes. Richie just ignored him and shook his head, gathering his wrists together in his large hands. That was when Eddie noticed the baby blue rope sitting next to Richie on the bed, alongside the other items he had collected. “Sir…”

“Be good,” Richie muttered, securing Eddie’s wrists together and tapping at his hip. “Roll over, onto your stomach and pull your knees up underneath you. Let me see that pretty needy hole of yours.” Eddie moved quickly, getting into the position that Richie had asked of him as well as spreading his knees, earning him a hum of approval from his fiancé. “Now you’re being a good boy. Why could you have been good earlier hm? I could have been balls deep in you by now if you had just done what I’d asked.”

Eddie swallowed thickly, but didn’t say anything. Instead he tried to control the burning heat in his stomach as Richie secured the end of the rope that held his wrists to the bar around the headboard. A gasp left his lips as he felt a cold metal cuff clip around his right ankle and then another around his left. He looked over his shoulder at Richie, who met his eyes with a teasing smirk before he extended the spreader bar, laughing at the gasp that escaped Eddie’s mouth.

“Now, here’s what’s going to happen. I still have some figures to do, since you couldn’t be patient and let me finish.” Richie pondered out loud, trailing his hand up the back of Eddie’s thighs until it was resting on his ass. He paused before Eddie felt the smack and he lurched forward, a moan spilling from his lips. “So I’m going to open you up, and fill you with one of our vibrators.” Just then a two lubes fingers were pressed against Eddie’s rim as Richie pushed them all the way in. “I’m going to turn it on and you are going to just take it. You’re going to stay quiet, no matter what I do, and each time to complain I’ll just add more time on to when you get to come.” Richie started thrusting the two fingers in and out, stretching Eddie open whilst avoiding his prostate. “Understood?”

“Green,” Eddie breathed in reply. Their word for go ahead when they were in a scene. It made things easier to comprehend when Eddie was in his subspace. Green for go ahead, yellow for slow down and red for stop completely. Luckily, in their five years of being together, Eddie had never once had to utter the word red. Yellow maybe, but never red. Richie seemed to just…get him.

Richie pulled his fingers out and soon after Eddie felt the head of one of their vibrators press against his hole and then push all the way past his rim until it was pressed right against his prostate. The sudden feeling of something against his pleasure spot made Eddie lurch forward, but he couldn’t move very far thanks to how Richie had tied him up. A breath left Eddie’s lips as he felt Richie press a kiss to the base of his spine before he moved off of the bed and over to the desk on the other side of the room, pulling out his laptop once more.

One minute turned to two, which turned to five and then ten. The toy buried inside Eddie was still as still and silent as it had been since Richie pushed it in, and Richie was very focused on his work, tapping away on the keys. Yet, Eddie still kept his mouth shut, refusing to complain and add time onto his punishment. He wanted to be able to come ton-

Fuck.

The toy whirred to life inside him, buzzing directly against his prostate, sending bursts upon bursts of pleasure all through Eddie’s body. He let out a deep moan, pulling at the rope around his wrists and the cuffs around his ankles. Not that it was going to do him any good, Richie had him tied up just perfectly. From across the room, Eddie could only just make out the outline of Richie’s smirk.

The movements of the toy seemed to speed up then, faster and harder, making one moan from Eddie to be swallowed up by the next. He could barely keep up and he was going higher and higher, closer and closer to the edge. “O-Oh f-fuck si-sir, please- please, ngh, sir please.” He was so close, right there, right on the edge of complete and utter ecstasy.

Then nothing. Everything stopped and Eddie’s impending orgasm froze right on the edge of realise, falling back down, down until he was left with nothing but frustration. Tears filled up in his eyes as he watched Richie’s shoulders shake in amusement, fingers playing over the remote that came with the toy. Right then, Eddie knew one thing and one thing only.

It was going to be a long, long fucking night.

* * * * * 

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Bad Together (Javier x Reader Fic)

Author’s Note: Hello all! I am finally dipping my toes into the Pedro Pascal fandom with a fic of my very own! I am in the midst of re-watching Narcos on Netflix and an idea finally struck to write! This is a small Javier Peña Fic and I hope you enjoy! I took some liberties adding a character that is of my own imagination. Of course, I also sprinkled a bit of smut in there! I hope you all enjoy! 

                                                    ***

Your eyes wearily scanned the lobby of the elegant hotel. Thankfully, no one had followed you. Why would they? You had perfectly executed your plan as to how you would be away for the rest of the day and to not be expected until late in the evening. It was easy for you to come up with such lies nowadays, or at least for the past three months. 

Yes, for past three months you had been having an affair with a DEA agent. Javier Peña. You had met at the beginning of the summer when he was undercover at a party your husband was hosting for the notorious narcos of Medellín. Your husband, Diego Solis, was a young political senator hoping to throw his hat into the presidential ring in Colombia. Aspirations you weren’t too keen on since he mentioned them earlier in the year. It was a dirty game, a game you were not sure you wanted to play. 

However, your opinion wasn’t valued. You were simply meant to smile, nod, and look pretty next to your husband. The Colombian press had already deemed you the next Jackie O. Your eyes drifted to the front page of the newspaper  where there was a picture of you and Diego at a political event. Carefully, you adjusted the blonde wig you wore on the occasions you and Javier met. No one was every going to recognize you with such a disguise. 

With a small sigh, you glanced at your watch. Javier was ten minutes late and your anxiety began to pester you with thoughts as to why he was late. You could really go for a martini and a Xanax at this point. He was never ten minutes late, five yes, ten absolutely not. 

Before you had chance to head to the hotel bar, a warm hand touched your shoulder. 

“I always feel like I’m meeting a different woman,” Javier leaned in and kissed your cheek. 

Your heart rhythm returned to a normal one as you were relieved to have Javier by your side. However, you weren’t going to make it easy on him. You could not afford a slip. 

“Well then, maybe you are better off with another woman,” Your melodic voice snapped as you stood up and headed straight toward the elevator. Your black heels clacked on the marble floor with a purpose and Javier had to slightly jog to keep up with your pace. 

“Hey, hey I’m sorry I got caught up in a meeting and its all hands on deck,” Javier explained in a hushed voice. 

You practically punched the button on the wall. You were grateful you still had your sunglasses on so that Javier wouldn’t see your tears. “You know I have to be careful and keep to the time. It isn’t easy for me to be alone as it is for you, Javier.”

Javier nodded, “I know.”

You took a step back as the elevator doors opened. He understood and it hadn’t been easy for him either. He had to keep you a secret and Murphy was always prying on about who he was banging at the moment. Javier had ceased all that the moment things began to get serious with you. 

With his hand on the small of your back he guided you into the elevator. Once the doors swiftly closed, you took off your sunglasses and he swept you up into a passionate kiss. The butterflies began to swirl around in your belly as he deepened the kiss and pressed your body close to his. His lips perfectly molded against yours. You both had been a perfect match since the moment you met. 

“Oh Javier, I can never stay mad at you.” You said between kisses and your hands held on tightly to him. It had been a week since you had seen him last and that ache was beginning to be too much. 

“Even if you did, you know I would always find a way to make it up to you.” Javier’s lips descended down to your neck. You had dreamed of this moment every single night you were away from him. 

The elevator doors dinged open and he let you go. You were breathless as Javier pulled you out into the hallway. The walk to your suite was not too long, but you couldn’t help but glance over your shoulder. There was no room for mistakes because then this beautiful and mind-blowing affair would end. You were not ready for it to end.

You handed him the room key and you were ready to have your way with him. 

The moment the door closed behind you, you tossed the wig aside and let your luscious hair cascade down your back. Javier took a moment and took in the sight of you. The past week had been a nightmare and he almost had a close call. But there was no way he was going to concern you with that right now. All he wanted was to make the best of the little time your lives allowed him to have with you. 

“There you are, bella…”

You were glad of the soft ivory dress you chose as it hugged you in all the right places. He always appreciated your sense of style. You were the most beautiful woman he had ever met, but it wasn’t just your looks, but your heart. You were kind, compassionate, understanding, yet determined and definitely did not take shit from anyone. Javier appreciated you in so many ways and that was what made you fall in love. However, Javier didn’t know that yet. 

It would complicate things and that was the last thing you wanted in a already complicated situation. 

A blush rushed to your cheeks as his warm eyes took in the sight of you. No one had ever made you feel like this, not even your husband. 

The clock in the room ticked away and that was the push you needed to not waste anymore time. Slowly, you reached behind you and unzipped your dress. The light fabric pooled to the floor and your were left in nothing but your french lace lingerie and heels. 

  “I’ve been waiting all day for this moment,” Your voice was but a mere seductive whisper. His eyes showed lustful hunger and you were sure your eyes reflected the same. But deep down, over the course of a few months, your eyes reflected more. 

Javier said nothing and swept you up once again into his arms. His strong arms where you felt completely safe and at some point you had come to terms with the thought of dying in them if you had to. The thought of being discovered had crossed your mind on sleepless nights…

But now was not the time for that. 

As soon as you opened your eyes, Javier had you on the bed. His lips were all over you, his mustache sent a tingle up your spine as he explored every single inch of you. If it were up to you, you would stay in this room, in this bed, and in Javier’s arms forever. 

“Too much clothes,” You tugged at his button up shirt and wanted to feel his skin on your skin. 

Javier smirked against the swell of your breasts as knew that you were absolutely right. Gently, he pulled back and began to unbutton his shirt. You stretched beneath him and gave him a seductive smirk of your own. 

You were a sight to behold. Your hair was messy, your lips swollen from his passionate kisses, and your body was trembling with desire. 

He managed to quickly rid himself of his clothes and he was before you in all his glory. Your heart pounded against your chest wildly. He was beautiful and he was all yours at this very moment. 

You welcomed him back with open arms and he fell into you. There was no sense of time anymore, it was just you and him and nothing else mattered. 

        Your moved in perfect sync.  “Don’t… don’t…”

           Your voice hitched in your throat, your heart pounding as you stretched your arms over your head. As she turned deeper into your lover, Javier’s fingers found your own, your hands locking as he stretched up in search of your mouth.

           “Don’t what?” he murmured in the wake of each kiss, one hand leaving yours to glide down your back as you winded your legs around his waist. You gasped at the loss of his lips, peering into his eyes as he buried his head between your breasts. Your bodies rocked as one until you caught his gaze once more.

           “Well, bella,” he teased.

           “Don’t… stop,” you managed to moan, his cock throbbing inside you, your entire body trembling as his actions defied your desires, Javier’s thrusts almost non-existent as he slowly threaded his fingers through your hair. You pressed your palm to his chiseled chest, your eyes watery, your lashes fluttering when he winked over a smirk and eased your back to the rumpled hotel sheets. 

           “Say that again,” he whispered into your neck as he drizzled silky kisses down your frame. Almost powerless, you could do nothing but whimper your wish.

           “No te escucho.” Javier said demandingly.

           “More… now…”

           Lifting his body, his torso glistening with sweat in the afternoon light filtering through the hotel suite windows, Javier traced the outline of your parted lips, your parched lips and caught the hand still over his heart. Bringing your palm to his mouth, he slowly suckled the tip of each finger until he guided your hand lower, holding it tightly over your quivering belly as you rubbed his arm. 

           “Make me… make me yours.”

           “When was that ever in question?” Javier asked.

           Slowly, the corners of your lips shifted into a smile. He had you there. From the instant you met, everything fell into place between the two of you. You were connected to Javier and there was no turning back no matter how dangerous this was. 

         It was evident that you were both willing to take such a risk. Even if your lust was not linked at the break of dawn or the height of moonlight or any myriad of moments in between, your heart was in his hands, his breath filling your lungs and giving you life.

           “I need you.”

           “Desperately, bella?”

           “Oh fuck yes!” You screamed as the pleasure was so consuming. 

           Summoning the small ounce of strength still at your disposal, you shot up and pushed him back, your vibrations giving him no choice but to move within you, to plunge deeper. Javier arched his hips to honor your most fervent request, and there was no way he did not hear the ecstatic cry consuming the air as you struggled to stay on your knees, to savor every second of the climax.

           “Yes… yes! Just… like that!”

           Falling into him, your arms tightening around his neck as he lingered in your moist mound, Javier came along with you with a deep groan and it was like music to your ears. You stroked his damp hair and peppered his chin with soft kisses as you sighed into his shoulder.

The thought of letting him go tugged at your heartstrings. “Javier…”

“What is it?” He glanced up at you and took notice of your eyes. They were suddenly sad and he had to know what you had on your mind. 

“I want to tell you so much, but I don’t think the time is right.” Still in his arms, you confessed. 

Javier’s brow furrowed in concern. “You know you can tell me anything.”

“I know…”

“Then tell me what is on your mind, bella.” You would never get tired of hearing him call you that. It was his nickname for you and your heart swelled even more as his said it. 

Your eyes glanced at the clock and then back into his eyes. It was as if the words were stuck in your throat. You wanted to tell him because time was of the essence and so many things could happen in between the time you would meet again. 

Nothing was sure in the way you were living your lives at the moment. 

“I love you…” 

That was the push you needed to say it. A dark thought to say something that meant the world to you. 

Javier’s eyes softened and so did his arms around you. He was silent for a few moments as he searched your eyes. What was he looking for? Did he not feel the same way? You were starting to lose your mind until his lips crashed onto yours with much more vigor. He deepened the kiss further as you sunk further into the mattress. This kiss was different…

As he slipped back into you, he whispered his response. “I love you too.”

[rowan-raven-rogue]

kirschwein (ch1)

will probably edit later when it’s not 3am but let’s get this posted babey

kirschwein

word count: 2127/2830 part 2/8 rating: general audiences warnings: no warnings apply category: f/m fandom: critical role (web series) relationship: jester lavorre/caleb widogast Characters: jester lavorre, caleb widogast

additional tags: let’s see how matt mercer thrusts the harpoon of canon straight through the heart of this story in like 5 episodes, somewhere between AU and canon-divergent?, established relationship, technically mechanically compliant, we can discuss the meta of greater restoration vs heal if you want

chapter 1

Despite evidence to the contrary, she thinks, Jester really is not suited for healer’s work.

To heal is one thing, certainly; one whisper to the Traveler, and a wound in Beau’s shoulder closes, or a burn on Caduceus’ palm blisters over and cools. But the work of healing - bandaging, applying poultice, splinting - that remains a mystery, even after the morning spent in the red-haired healer woman’s tent. A body really does most of the work by itself, Jester thinks, diligently elevating a young man’s shattered leg all the same, the way the woman had instructed. She croons something low and nonsensical to soothe him, as he half-cries in his half-sleep, and is thankful that her mama taught her at least a bit about the work of consolation.

To be perfectly honest, she might have been of slightly more use on the builder’s crew. Slightly.

“That’s very good, dear,” the red-haired woman smiles, only with the corners of her eyes. She finishes applying delicate-smelling balm to the frizzy side of a dwarf woman’s face, then turns to Jester. “You learn quickly.”

“Not always,” Jester admits. “Only because you showed me. If I had to learn this from a book or something, or if you were just talking me through it I would have no idea what was going on.”

“We learn in different ways,” nods the woman, in her thick, familiar accent. “I learned much of what I know from books, but they do not, ah, always have the full story.” The young man lying next to Jester groans again, and she reflexively lays a hand on his arm and hums something lullsome. “A page cannot teach that,” she says, softer, indicating.

“I could do more,” Jester ponders, “but he seems okay for now, and if anyone else gets brought in that might be worse, I don’t want to… I’d rather save it.”

“More wisdom.”

“But if no one else comes today, I can fix it no problem,” Jester says, and puffs just a touch of green sparks from her fingertips, for effect.

The older woman’s eyes crease, again, the way they had earlier that morning, when Jester first arrived, when she first set her fingertips to the gashes clawed in a half-elf child’s back and asked Please, Traveller, make it stop hurting. Not in a smiling way, and not for longer than an instant, but long enough for Jester to see, and to vanish the green sparks with a small noise like a weasel’s squeak.

“You are talented,” murmurs the red-haired woman, and the rain slowly pattering away at the canvas above them drums a little harder and faster.

“I hope Caduceus is okay,” Jester says, as if she could look through canvas walls and summon him, dripping but cheerful.

“He is allergic to water?” the woman says, unblinking, and it takes Jester seconds to realize she’s joking.

“Yes,” she deadpans back, in her best mimic of Caleb - and there was a pang, she hadn’t seen him all day - but the woman actually laughs, small but full.

“He will be alright,” she says. “I am sure the apothecary is… overworked, today.”

“He’s better at this kind of thing,” Jester says. “Healing without, uh. Cheating. He knows what he’s doing.”

“I am grateful for your help,” the red-haired woman says, firmly, seating herself by the small brazier in the center of the tent. “Normally, they,” with a small circle of the hand, to her patients, “would be cared for at the hospital, but. You saw the state of the hospital, after...” And after a long pause, “I do not think of it as cheating.”

Jester sits, mindful of the patients resting. The woman continues to stare into the glowing coals.

“We simply have different ways of accomplishing the same task,” she says, finally. “You are skilled as you are, dear.”

A blush purples faintly over Jester’s cheeks “You sound like my - friend,” she says. How do I refer to Caleb, exactly?

“Hmm?” says the woman. “She is smart, then.”

“He’s so smart,” says Jester, eagerness creeping in at the edges of her voice. “I meant you sound the same like you have the same accent. He’s Zemnian, too.”

“Is he a healer, also?”

Jester shakes her head. “He usually needs me to like, put his arms and legs back on after a fight or something. But he’s really good at other stuff.”

“A mage, then,” and that same small ghosting look gathers in the corner of her eyes, and dissipates just as quickly. “That will be useful, if your aim is to hunt these creatures. They are quite strong.” There is a small pop from one of the glowing coals. “My husband was a soldier, and he only barely managed to slay one of them, once. I nearly had to put his arms and legs back on myself.” A suggestion of a smile turns at the woman’s mouth. “He is… not in his fighting prime, of course. That was one of the few times I have thanked the gods for his hard-headedness. I think he was simply too stubborn to bleed out.”

“Oh my God, Caleb is so stubborn sometimes,” agreement spills from Jester, and the woman cocks an eyebrow.

“Your - friend?” she says, with a suggestion, lilted and understanding, and Jester takes pause.

“Well - yes, and also - I mean, we’re together, but - it’s so hard, when we’re with this big group, you know, like - you never get any time to yourself as it is, and it hasn’t been that long…” Jester’s words trail off into a small, exasperated sigh.

“My goodness,” the woman laughs again, this time fuller. “I do not miss being young, my dear, it seems just as complicated as I remember.”

“It wouldn’t be, if…” and Jester trails off again. If we weren’t worried about everybody making it weird? or for a shameful instant, if he could let himself be happy for longer than a few minutes at a time? although that one Jester quickly sweeps away.

The woman filled her pause. “Well, I’m sorry to say you signed up for stubbornness with that one, if he’s a Zemnian boy. My husband is this way, and my son.” There is a hitch to her voice, near the end, catching over son in a way Jester can’t miss. The pitched canvas above them thrums harder still beneath the rain. “He was a mage, as well.”

“Your son?” Jester says, carefully.

“Yes,” and the woman’s voice peters out into something like a whisper, carrying something heavy and unmistakable.

“I’m sorry,” Jester says simply.

“Thank you,” the woman replies. The wind and rain somewhat quiet, and eventually she picks up again with the smallest of shakes of her head. “From where in the Zemni Fields is your friend, dear?”

“Oh, uh. I’m not actually sure, he doesn’t really like to talk about it.”

Nodding, “Many lives were difficult, before, after the first war. I cannot blame him. Well, if you are going to be in town for a few days, you are welcome to pay us a visit. Gods know there aren’t enough friendly faces near, especially for strangers.”

“That’s very kind, thank you.”

“And if it helps, you can tell him we’re from Blumenthal. He probably won’t know where that is, it’s such a small village, but. Who knows.”

“I will.”

“I’m back, Miss Una,” the canvas flap at the front of the tent mutters open, and Caduceus ducks inside, stray strands of pink slicked to his otherwise-placid face. “They were out of yarrow, I hope you don’t mind, I asked for comfrey instead. Jester, I saw the weirdest thing,” he says, depositing a large pouch on a nearby work table. “I thought this guy out there was Caleb for a minute, it was freaky.”

“Caduceus,” Jester says, in mock disappointment, hoping the points of her teeth don’t belie the joke, “It wasn’t actually Caleb, right?”

“No, when I got closer it was an older gentleman. One of the guys working on the hospital,” he replies. “They look really similar though. I know everyone’s supposed to have a doppelganger here and there, but. Huh.”

“On the hospital?” Una says, frowning. “The only older man working there would be my husband, I think. Tall, brown hair, short cropped?”

“Yeah! That’s him,” Caduceus says, with seemingly no opinion beyond. He digs through the pouch until he finds a vial of greenish liquid, and turns to crouch over the young woman he had left previously, the one with a deep gash just above her collarbone.

As the glow from the coals dances over the woman’s red hair, something begins to gnaw at Jester.

“Miss Una,” she says finally, drawing closer, as one might draw close to an animal that may bolt. “You said you were from Blumenthal?”

“Yes?”

“How - when did you come to Druvenlode, if you don’t mind me asking?”

“Oh,” she says, drawing out a small tilt of her head. “It’s been seventeen years, soon.”

“Hmm,” Jester says, hoping her nonchalance can pass for acknowledgement rather than processing her thought. She creeps further still. “Miss Una.”

Something begins to be wary about the woman’s eyes. “Yes, Jester?”

“Why did you and your husband come here?”

She tenses into rigid politeness, even as her crest falls:

“I - we. We were moved here, after the death of my son.”

“You were moved here? You didn’t move here yourselves?”

“Well, no, we were - this is really not something I would like to discuss, Jester,” says Una.

“Please, forgive me, but - it’s really, really important. I wouldn’t ask if it wasn’t.”

“We were offered to move, yes. My son was - he died at school. The Academy offered to relocate us, as recompense.”  She tightens further, everywhere but her eyes. “It was difficult to leave, at first, but eventually the memories became too - strong, in that house. And so we accepted.”

“The Academy? The Soltryce Academy?”

“What is this about?” Una stands, and Jester sees Caduceus tense as well, before he finishes his work and slowly turns to face them.

“I can explain everything, I promise, I just - need to know. Your son was a mage? And he died - he died seventeen years ago?”

“Uh, Jester…” she hears Caduceus begin, and he approaches, but her focus is trained on the burning brown eyes of the red-haired woman before her. Una stares, stone-faced, calculating.

“Caduceus, this is like, critically important, I need you to trust me,” she says, and perhaps it is because she rarely speaks with such urgency, but he backs down, drawing slowly closer to her instead of between the two women. Jester plays her fingertips over the holy symbol at her belt, and murmurs a plea to the Traveler.

“Please, please forgive me, Miss Una,” she begs, and a shimmering green encircles the woman’s feet. She recoils with a sharp intake of breath. “Please answer my questions, and I promise promise I’ll explain everyhing.”

“Jester…” Caduceus warns again, voice rolling low and docile in an attempt to cool tempers.

“What is your name?” Una is still and silent.

“Please answer me.”

Quietly: “Una Ermendrud.” The white circle at her feet flares white briefly, then shrinks back to green.

“Is there any other name anyone else ever calls you?”

“No.” Another flare of white.

“Is there any other name anyone else has called you before?”

A brief pause before her next answer, “Una Kohler, before I was married.” Yet another white flare.

Jester’s voice quivers. “Your son died seventeen years ago.”

“My son is dead.” The circle burns white.

“Your son Bren. He has your hair.”

Jester feels a whipcrack surge between them as they lock eyes again. Confusion plays across grief plays across anger plays across love plays across guilt on Una’s face. “Please answer me.”

“Yes.” Once more, white.

Pain lodges at the back of Jester’s throat.

“Tell me a lie now, Miss Una.”

“Jester -”

“Please.”

“I - we. We live in R-” and the word rolls and rolls, but she cannot seem to finish it. The circle flares angrily red as she manages “-Rex-xen-trum”, and she stares down, understanding narrowing her eyes as the color fades back to green.

Jester pulls her last question like an arrow from her chest.

“How did he die?”

The whisper cuts over the patter of rain, the reedy keen of the wind:

“A fire. There was a fire.”

The circle momentarily flares white before Jester clenches her fist, and it disappears. 

“There were other students, inside,” Una breathes, continuing. “He was - he went back -”

“I’m sorry, Miss Una, I’m sorry,” she says, resisting, “please don’t call the guards or anything, I can explain, I can -”

“You knew my son.”

Jester feels Caduceus’ hand warm her shoulder on her reply.

“I know your son.”

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Playing Dangerous

Fandom: Gotham Pairing: Edward Nygma x Male!Reader Summary: Edward was new to the whole side of him, he wanted someone with experience to show him the ropes, even if that person likes playing dirty and dangerous. Word Count: 1,600 Request: Can you do one for all of Gotham and one for Jim Gordon and Edward Nygma? A/n: After a long thought, I don’t think I will be doing the Jim Gordon request, sorry, hope you don’t mind! Want to support me? Kofi!

“Morning,”

Edward jumped out of skin upon hearing your low rough morning voice in the kitchen. He turns around to see you half-awake, leaning your back against the kitchen island with you only in your sweatpants as you take a sip of your coffee.

“Earth to Nygma,” You says, clearing your throat, rubbing the sleep out of your eyes.

“Hi, yes, morning,” Edward replies, nodding, his eyes flickering down to your body and then back to your face.

You smiled at him, a tired smile and very charming. Edward takes a deep breath as he moves past you to find himself a mug for himself and for Oswald. The silence between you was comfortable in your opinion but it was making Edward nervous since he was still new to all the murdering, you were out here chilling even if you’ve murdered more than he can count on his fingers and toes.

“He takes it black with two sugars,” You advised him, finally fully awake, “Truth be told, Oswald isn’t a fan of coffee he prefers tea. I don’t know why he takes coffee so strong in the first place.”

“Tea for Oswald, I’ll keep that in mind,” Edward nods as he grabs the tea bag from the overhead cupboard, “And how does he take his tea?”

“Two sugars and a bit of milk,” You responded, washing your mug and leaning over Ed to whisper in his ear, “Don’t mess it up, pretty boy.”

Edward shivers, he feels much more nervous in your presence but when you’re breathing down his neck he can’t help but freeze. He doesn’t realise that he’s been holding his breath until you had fully left the kitchen.

He lets the breath out, slow and low. He looks down at the mugs and couldn’t help wonder why you’ve got him like that.

So, when he brings Oswald his tea, who’s eyes light up see tea and not coffee, Edward couldn’t help but ask about you.

“Oh, (Y/n)?” Oswald tilts his head with crooked eyebrows, he smiles and lets out an amused chuckle, “A real charmer, it’s terrifying.”

“Yeah, met him this morning in the kitchen.”

Oswald nods, “Ah, yes, well, he crashes here when he’s too tired to go back home or when he’s bored. I can’t say no because he scares me a bit,” Oswald looks apprehensive at the confession as if you were going to jump out from the shadows in the room.

“He made a real impression this morning, I don’t know what to think.”

“Don’t think,” Oswald warns, “He’ll prey, he’ll make you think and think, finds your weakness and then he pounces. It’s why Arkham couldn’t even touch him - he’s too smart for most people.”

“Smarter than me?”

“You’re playing a dangerous game, Edward, I advise you not as your best friend who cares about your life - I know that man, he’s much more dangerous than he lets on.”

Edward doesn’t see you for the next few days, in fact, he almost forgets you and your little interaction in the kitchen. That was until he was stress about Oswald’s position as mayor and wanted some peace and quiet. He saw a figure lean against his desk and felt eyes staring at him.

“Stress Nygma?” 

His head shot up from his hands upon your voice, you stare him down with an easy smile. If the press was supposed to burst into the office, they would say you were a pleasant-looking man.

“Uh,”

“Come on, Nygma, if you want to be an aspiring villain in Gotham you got to show confidence, where’s the other guy I saw strolling around the house as if you owned the place?”

You were right, Edward was Edward, not dorky Ed back working for the police of Gotham. He was against the police, he straightens his back and nods, agreeing with you as your eyes light up.

“There he is,” You jazzed hands, almost poking his eye out.

“How do you know me?” Edward finally asked, looking up at you, trying to keep his breathing elevated around you but god when you smile, he can’t help but choke up just a little bit.

“You’re not using your eyes, Nygma, see you pique my interest... in a good, not murderous way,” Your chest rise and fall, as you move around the desk.

You played with a few of his desk toys before firmly slamming both your hands on the desk. Leaning over as Edward’s breathing hitched, you were so close to him he could smell you, the blood, the gasoline, the smoke.

“A pretty boy who’s caught my eyes,” You hummed, low and husky, Edward clears his throat, as you chuckled - pulling back and send him a wink before leaving him with an unanswered question.

Now, the nervousness around you was quickly changing into excitement, Edward was excited to see you mingle around the manor, judging Oswald’s choices. Edward got excited when he hears your voice arguing with Oswald and god, Edward got turned on when you threaten Butch or Victor. 

You whistled, “Pretty boy.”

Edward looks up and turns to the direction of you, Oswald clenched his jaw to see you call Edward’s attention just like a dog. Oswald’s eyes were seething as you had made two interaction with Edward like it was nothing to wrap him around your pinkie.

“See you around,” You say, as Edward smiles.

Over the days, Edward he got increasingly confident, stumbling on a girl who looked exactly like his ex-girlfriend, and instead of taking her out on a date. He did anything to impress you, that means murdering an innocent woman because of the likeness of his ex.

When you leave, Oswald slams his hand on the table, “Edward, what are you doing?”

“Saying goodbye to (Y/n)?”

“Can’t you see?” Oswald limps closer and grabs the man’s wrist, “He’s playing you, he doesn’t like you in that way.”

Edward scoffs, a little bitter laughter escapes him, shaking his head, “You’re wrong.”

“Edward, as your best friend, he’s playing dangerous! I know (Y/n) longer than two conversations, you will get yourself killed.”

“That’s not true, Oswald!” Edward scrapes his chair and stood up at full height, “He just wants what’s best for me.”

“He’s not mentoring you, I am!”

Edward rolls his eyes as Oswald sighs in frustration, limping out the room to cool himself off. Edward’s eyes linger where you once stood, he had noticed minutes before your departure that you were reading a book as you lean against the bookshelf. 

Whilst minding your own business, mocking and jesting the major of Gotham, he noticed how you took out a pen and wrote something within the pages of the books. You turned to face the bookshelves, hiding where you placed the book back in the bookshelf before bidding your goodbye.

Edward looks back at the door to where Oswald had disappeared through before making his way to the bookshelf, situating himself where you once stood. His fingers wiggled at the wide selection of books on the shelves, wondering what you have picked up.

Old-time classics as his eyes quickly skim the titles before his eyes catch one title: “Strange Case of Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde,” You were definitely calling him out on his whole demeanour. You found symbolism in the book to reflect Edward. 

He flickers the book open, hoping to find what your messy scrawl would look like, only to be within the first couple of pages. It was a number, fishing out his phone to quickly dial the number.

“You’re quick,” Your voice responds almost instantly, no greetings as such.

“I’m observant.”

“Hmh,” You say, dismissing him despite Edward being proud of developing his observant skill, “Read to me, Nygma, the words next to the numbers.”

Edward could hear you walking down the busy roads of Gotham, the beeping of cars and people going about their day unknowingly passing a possible psychopath. 

Edward clears his throat, “All human beings, as we meet them, are commingled out of good and evil: and Edward Hyde, alone, in the ranks of mankind, was pure evil.”

“That’s right, Nygma, could you possibly hold up to that namesake?” There was no teasing it was a dark challenge from you, voice as ice.

“I could,” Edward answers, clutching the book as he stares at the door, warily in case Oswald comes back in.

“Good, pretty boy,” You say, very condescending, “Say, we go out for dinner tonight, as a date, just you and me - we talk business, we talk about us.”

“Like Bonnie and Clyde?”

There was an exhausted sigh from your end, “Better than those two,” You say, obviously disgusted at the comparison, “What do you say, Nygma?”

“You know, I do have a name.”

“I’m aware, but, I have to make sure I’m not speaking to Ed or Eddie. I’m speaking to Edward Nygma and Edward only,” Your voice dropped lower, intimidating, “Dating me is a dangerous game, Nygma, I could show you things unimaginable.”

“I would do anything for that.”

“Anything?” You asked a slight drawl to your tone.

“Anything.”

“Okay,” You suspended.

Edward felt shivers down his spine, he could hear your breathing on the line, it was somewhat hot and somewhat terrifying. He wanted to know you, he wanted to know what it feels like against your skin. Dating you may be dangerous but it would be oh-so-thrilling. What shocks him is what you request for him to do, what he has to prove that he is willing to get everything you can offer. 

“Kill Oswald Cobblepot.”