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thankstothe · 5 months ago
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false-heteros16 · 2 months ago
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YES EVERYONE… I MEAN EVERYONE on house’s team is neurodivergent.
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fanficlolsblog · 8 months ago
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MY MAIN MASTERLIST
(i write for mainly gxg sorry. i also take requests so let me know if you want anything written.)
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female celebrities!
taylor swift
HEADCANONS! here
drunk (non smut version)
summary: you're drunk and your girlfriend, taylor wants to take you home, which you try to resist.
casual (REWRITING!)
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good luck, babe
summary: Y/N is in a complicated relationship with taylor swift, where she wants more than just fun, but taylor isn't ready to commit. after a tough conversation, Y/N decides to end things, realizing they deserve more than casual affection. though it hurts, Y/N feels a sense of freedom and relief after walking away.
the fan
summary: y/n, a dedicated swiftie, runs a popular social media account showcasing her edits and paintings of taylor swift. after being noticed by taylor nation, she’s invited to the eras tour. throughout the concert, y/n repeatedly catches taylor’s eye, leaving her flustered. backstage, taylor compliments y/n’s art and admits she couldn’t stop looking at her during the show. as y/n leaves, taylor runs after her to ask for her phone number, making the night even more surreal.
we don’t talk anymore
summary: falling in love with taylor swift felt like a whirlwind, but when the pressure of fame and her struggle with coming out grew too much, you broke up. as she tried to move on with travis kelce, you both admitted to missing each other, but her jealousy over your friendship with shawn mendes created tension. despite the distance, you both realized that your love story wasn’t over and that there was still hope for a future together.
all too well
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i miss you, i’m sorry
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loathe you
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dress
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all i want for christmas is you (WRITING!)
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jenna ortega
HEADCANONS! here
the co-star
summary: on the set of wednesday, Y/N and jenna ortega, who have an on-screen romance, face tension due to jenna's aversion to Y/N. during a heated kiss scene, jenna’s unexpected passion creates an awkward situation, leading her to avoid Y/N for the rest of the day. Y/N is left embarrassed and uncertain about their strained relationship.
the co-star part 2
summary: the day after a tense kiss scene, Y/N and jenna ortega face awkwardness on set. jenna's avoidance creates discomfort, but a heartfelt conversation helps clarify the situation. jenna reveals she's dealing with personal issues, easing the tension and allowing them to start rebuilding their professional rapport.
yandere!unhealthy obsession
summary: after a brief encounter with jenna ortega at a meet-and-greet, y/n is surprised to receive a follow request and a message from her. what starts as a seemingly innocent exchange soon spirals into a possessive obsession, with jenna constantly messaging, showing up unannounced, and isolating y/n from friends. as y/n tries to distance themselves, jenna’s behavior grows darker, her obsession tightening like a trap, until y/n realizes that escaping her hold might be impossible.
coachella
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hot n cold (WRITING!)
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flawless
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it’s always been you
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strangers
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watching horror movies
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billie eilish
HEADCANONS! here
guess?
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i could eat that girl for lunch
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wasn’t it obvious?
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boyfriend
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lana del rey
HEADCANONS! here
cinnamon girl
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flirt
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will you still love me?
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kiss me on the mouth and love me like a sailor
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gracie abrams
HEADCANONS! here
i love you, i’m sorry
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us
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sabrina carpenter
HEADCANONS! here
taste
summary: your favourite artist, sabrina carpenter asks you to be in her new music video, ‘taste’, which of course you couldn’t refuse…
it’s not christmas without you
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red wine supernova
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we never go out of style
summary: y/n is caught in a complicated relationship with singer sabrina carpenter, who picks her up for a late-night drive. despite knowing their connection often leads to heartbreak, y/n can’t resist sabrina's allure. they share a passionate encounter, but y/n realizes they're stuck in a cycle of returning to each other. after their intense moment, y/n chooses to leave, aware that they will likely reunite again despite the pain.
i’m not perfect
summary: y/n develops an intense obsession with singer sabrina carpenter, feeling both admiration and jealousy. after meeting her at a performance, y/n’s fixation deepens as sabrina acknowledges their presence, making the attraction even harder to ignore. despite sabrina’s kindness, y/n struggles with the emotional pain of unrequited feelings, caught between admiration and the torment of knowing sabrina is out of reach.
demitra kalogera
HEADCANONS! here
sunday kalogera
HEADCANONS! here
the heart wants what it wants (WRITING!)
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jennifer lawernce
HEADCANONS! here
just good friends
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the interviewer
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coffee?
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emma roberts
HEADCANONS!
the babysitter (WRITING!)
summary: Y/N, a 19-year-old college student, gets a job babysitting actress Emma Roberts’ 4-year-old son, Rhodes. As Y/N cares for him, she starts to feel a growing tension between her and Emma. They share small, intense moments, and Emma admits that Y/N feels “different” to her. Though their conversation is interrupted, the unspoken attraction between them is clear, leaving things unresolved.
never too old
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male celebrities!
timothee chalamet
HEADCANONS! here
no strings attached
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i hate you
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matt sturniolo
HEADCANONS! here
again
summary: you and matt have been so called 'friends' for years even though there is something clearly there. matt is sick of being just friends and decides to do something about it…
teachers pet (REWRITING!)
summary: on the first day of school, Y/N encounters Mr. Sturniolo, a young, charismatic new english teacher who draws her attention with his engaging manner and attractive appearance. during a private discussion after class, his intense concern and personal focus create an underlying tension, leaving Y/N both intrigued and unsettled about their evolving relationship.
sick
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the grudge
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cardigan
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chris sturniolo
HEADCANONS! here
idfc
summary: y/n is stuck in a toxic relationship with chris sturniolo, who often disappears and returns drunk. despite knowing he's not truthful or committed, y/n can’t let go. one night, after he comes back, they share an intimate moment, and she asks him to lie and say he loves her, even though she knows it’s fake. unable to break free from her feelings, y/n accepts the lies for the fleeting comfort they bring.
frat boy
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i trusted you
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invisible string
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characters!
wednesday addams
HEADCANONS! here
just a little bite
summary: Y/N, a vampire, returns to wednesday addams' dorm after a day out, sensing her girlfriend's hidden frustration at being apart. as Y/N teases wednesday about her vampire nature, they share playful intimacy through biting. their connection deepens, revealing Wednesday’s vulnerability and desire, ultimately strengthening their bond in the shadows.
smoking
summary: you and wednesday addams, your stoic roommate, share an unspoken romantic tension. one night, she catches you smoking and warns you about the dangers, impulsively throwing your last cigarette out the window. angry, you confront her, but the confrontation reveals deeper feelings between you two, culminating in a tentative kiss that changes everything.
jealous girl (WRITING!)
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mine
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i despise you
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the perfect girl
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ethan landry
HEADCANONS! here
i did this for you, for us (WRITING!)
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that boy is a monster
summary: y/n becomes dangerously infatuated with ethan landry, who hides a dark, monstrous side behind his charm. despite knowing he’s dangerous, y/n can’t resist the pull of his intense gaze and possessive nature. as ethan slowly consumes y/n’s heart and soul, y/n falls deeper into the twisted relationship, unable to escape the hold he has over them. in the end, y/n willingly lets ethan devour their heart, accepting the monster he truly is.
boyfriend
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nerd
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yknow i’ve always had a thing for you
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kiss me
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you belong to me
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jill roberts
HEADCANONS! here
come here dressed in black
summary: Y/N discovers that her girlfriend, jill roberts, is ghostface. despite the horrifying truth, Y/N feels a strong attraction to jill, especially when she reveals herself in the ghostface costume. caught between fear and desire, Y/N struggles to leave the dangerous relationship, unable to resist jill's dark allure.
i won’t hurt you
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you’re mine
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can’t even
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ghostface
HEADCANONS! here
pretty girl (WRITING!)
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billy loomis
HEADCANONS!
nothing yet…
stu macher
HEADCANONS!
nothing yet…
tara carpenter
HEADCANONS!
caught
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let’s ruin the friendship (WRITING!)
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the roommate
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my axe (WRITING!)
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vada cavell
secret
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astrid deetz
just friends
summary: you find yourself caught in a complicated relationship with astrid deetz, who is spending time with another guy named jeremy. as you navigate your feelings of jealousy and confusion, you confront astrid about her intentions, leading to an emotional struggle between love and heartbreak. despite your desire to be together, it becomes clear that the timing may not be right, leaving you to question what you truly mean to each other.
do i wanna know?
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jackie taylor
HEADCANONS!
am i making you feel sick?
summary: y/n alone in the wilderness, applies lipstick to jackie's lifeless body and is visited by jackie's ghost. jackie hints that your true hunger is for her, not just for food. as jackie's spirit fades, y/n is overwhelmed by the realisation of jackie's death and her own deep grief.
katniss everdeen
HEADCANONS!
nothing yet…
finnick odair
HEADCANONS!
nothing yet…
tori vega
HEADCANONS!
nothing yet…
jade west
HEADCANONS!
leaving tonight
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quinn fabray
HEADCANONS!
nothing yet…
rafe cameron
HEADCANONS!
ruin the friendship
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max mayfield
HEADCANONS!
nothing yet…
eleven
HEADCANONS!
first kiss (WRITING!)
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tate langdon
nothing yet…
madison montgomery
i insist
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living dead girl
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brooke thompson
nothing yet…
lee (bones and all)
nothing yet…
michael myers
sick love story
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chop, chop, slide
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leon kennedy
nothing yet…
bela dimitrescu
nothing yet…
debra morgan
nothing yet…
dexter morgan
nothing yet…
rick grimes
nothing yet…
daryl dixon
nothing yet…
vanessa afton
nothing yet…
pyramid head
nothing yet…
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lovelybucky1 · 1 year ago
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The Doctor is In
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Kinktober Day 11- Threesome
warnings: AFAB!Reader, student/teacher relationship, dom/sub dynamics, oral sex (f and m receiving), vaginal fingering, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, snowballing, dirty talk, smoking, alcohol consumption, robert x lawrence, 18+ minors DNI
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When Lawrence confided in Robert about his recent dry spell, he was never expecting this to come from that conversation. Robert had told him he has a mistress, one Robert is certain his wife knows about but has yet to confront him about. She's young, pretty, bright, and has an interest in physics- or at least is attracted enough to Robert to pretend to care about his ramblings.
Lawrence was skeptical. He doesn't know many men who are eager to share their woman, but Robert has never been like most men. Maybe it's a kink for him to have another man fuck his mistress. Robert was open about what the two of you get up to, and it's safe to say that neither of you are very reserved in the bedroom.
After thinking about the offer for a day or two, Lawrence agreed. Robert already had a time and place in mind. Seven o'clock on Friday at his house for dinner. His wife would be away with the kids until Sunday, giving them the perfect opportunity to explore.
Friday came quickly and Lawrence found himself standing on Robert's door step with a bottle of wine in hand. Robert came to the door and greeted Lawrence with a smile, then lead him into the kitchen. Once there, he saw your behind bent over in front of the oven.
You take the chicken out of the oven and place it on top of the stove. Lawrence thought it was a bit odd to have a mistress cook in the wife's kitchen, but he supposed you and Robert were playing house for the weekend.
You turn around and saw both men standing at the kitchen table. Your face lit up when you saw Lawrence, but his stomach dropped when he saw you.
"Dr. Lawrence!" you say excitedly, coming over to both men. Lawrence stares down at you with his mouth slightly agape.
"You two know each other?" Robert asks.
"Oh, yes, he's one of my professors," you grin. "When you said you had a friend from work joining us, I was afraid it was gonna be one of those weird old guys."
Lawrence snaps out of his shock and looks over at Robert. "I didn't know your..." he feels it's inappropriate to call you a mistress to your face, "was a student."
"I didn't think it mattered," Robert counters.
"Please come sit, I made chicken," you say, drawing both men's attention.
Robert sits down at the head of the table with Lawrence to his right, leaving the seat to his left for you. The table is already set neatly and you bring over the tray with the chicken on it. The meat is steaming and the herbs are fragrant. There's mashed potatoes, a salad, and enough wine to leave the three of you drunk.
You make polite conversation over dinner, and Lawrence can't help but find it a bit humorous that you're making a date out of an arranged hookup. He is enjoying himself, though, so he can't complain too much.
The conversation revolves around work, and each time you speak, Lawrence is reminded that you're his student. His kind, polite, curious student who always brings him an apple and sits in the first row. You are a brilliant student and your work is always impressive. He never thought you would be the type to get mixed up in an extramarital affair with Dr. Oppenheimer, but Lawrence supposes he doesn't really know the true you.
Your food is delicious, the best Lawrence has had in a while. He thinks to himself that you would make a good wife, then chastises himself for thinking that way about a student.
"What's the matter, Lawrence?" Robert asks, breaking Lawrence's train of thought.
Lawrence looks between the two of you. "I'm sorry, I'm just a little nervous," he says. There's a blush rising to his cheeks and he feels shy under your attention.
"Don't be nervous, Doctor. We'll take good care of you," you smile reassuringly.
You reach over and grab his hand. Your fingers are delicate and your hand is small compared to his. His heart races and he suddenly has the urge for more wine.
"I suppose since we're on the topic, we should discuss how the rest of the night is going to go," Robert says.
"That's a good idea," Lawrence agrees.
"To get the awkward question out of the way," Robert starts, as if this won't all be awkward. "Do you fuck men?"
Luckily Lawrence's mouth was clear of food because it would have been lodged in his airway after hearing the question. Lawrence clears his throat and looks between you and Robert.
"I... haven't."
"Are you interested?"
"In you?" Robert nods. "I don't know... I haven't really thought of it."
"We'll start off slow, then."
Lawrence's head is spinning. His coworker just asked him if he wanted to have sex and now he has to continue on living his life as if that's normal. As if he's not intrigued.
"What kinds of things do you like, Doctor?" you ask.
"Um..." Lawrence says as his mind races to find an answer.
"Any particular turn-ons you have?" Robert asks.
When he still doesn't answer, you speak up. "Well, I can tell you what I like and you can tell me what you think about them."
"Yeah," Lawrence nods. "That sounds good."
You scoot closer to him and rest your chin on your hand, somehow making yourself look even cuter.
"I like older men who have experience. They know what they like and aren't afraid to take it. I like a strong hand to guide and to please me. And I want to be worshipped." Lawrence listens intently with wide eyes. "How do you feel about that?"
"I, um," he clears his throat, "I like it. All of that. Sounds good to me."
You smile widely and look over at Robert. "How about Dr. Lawrence and I take turns on you, dear?" he says. You agree excitedly.
"You don't have to call me that," Lawrence says, feeling unusually timid.
"Call you what?" you ask.
"Doctor."
You stand up from your chair and push Lawrence's plate back so you can perch yourself on the table in front of him. Your legs are crossed but your skirt still shows a fair amount of thigh. It's nothing Lawrence hasn't seen before, but now he's allowed to look. Your feet hang between his parted legs and he traces the seam of your stockings with his eyes.
"But I like calling you that," you say, batting your eyelashes. "But I could call you professor if you'd prefer."
Lawrence's eyes flick over to Roberts, searching for signs of discomfort or objection, but only found a smirk.
"This is... inappropriate," he says. "You're my student."
There is a slight pout to your bottom lip. "Doesn't that make it better? I've seen the way you look at me in class, Doctor. I bet you've thought about what would happen if I came to your office and asked for extra credit."
Lawrence shouldn't be surprised. Robert wouldn't spend time with a girl if she wasn't a firecracker. You just look so sweet and innocent, it's difficult to fathom these dirty words are coming out of your mouth.
You uncross your legs and part your thighs, giving him a peak of your delicate panties. "No one has to know, Doctor."
You're a seductress disguised as an angel. You're the snake tempting him to take a bite of the apple and let the delicious juice drip down his chin.
Lawrence slides his chair back to make space in front of the table, then drops to his knees in front of you. He's staring directly at your clothed cunt and he can practically smell your desire from there.
"What are you doing, Lawrence?" Robert asks.
Lawrence looks over at him and expects him to be angry, but he is smirking. "You're not going to fuck my woman on the dinner table. You'll take her to the bedroom like a gentleman."
It's a bit ironic that Robert wants Lawrence to be a gentleman and fuck his mistress in his wife's bed, but he's the guest here, he's in no position to argue.
Lawrence nods and rises to his feet. He holds out his hand to help you down from the table, which you eagerly accept. You lead him through the house and up the stairs to the bedroom, Robert following close behind.
You turn the lamp on and turn to the two men standing in the center of the room and sit at the foot of the bed. "Daddy?" you ask, voice sweet as honey.
"Yes, dear?"
"Would you take my shoes and stockings off please?"
Everything about this situation surprises Lawrence. You call Robert Daddy? He is eager to kneel at your feet and take off your shoes and stockings when you are perfectly capable of doing so yourself?
Once your pantyhose is balled up next to your shoes on the floor, Robert begins to kiss up your legs. You hum with contentment as he does so, but you don't look down at him, no. You're looking at Lawrence.
"Come here, Doctor," you say, beckoning him forward.
He crosses the room to stand next to you. You reach out to grasp his tie and you pull him down to your level. His breath hitches in his throat at the display of dominance, eyes glued to your lips.
"I like when Daddy's in charge, but I always get what I want. He spoils me rotten, but that's the way I like it. Daddy knows what happens when he denies me, doesn't he?" you ask.
Robert peaks up from underneath your skirt. "I've learned my lesson," he says before resuming his exploration of your thighs.
"Are you going to give me what I want?" you ask, turning your attention back to Lawrence.
He swallows thickly. "Yes."
You grin. "Wonderful. Now, take off your shirt."
You let him go and he stands up straight. Lawrence is surprised that you're so demanding, almost entitled, but he's working open the buttons on his shirt anyway.
He reveals his pale chest dusted with light hair. His pink nipples are peaked from the cool air in the room and he feels a flush rise to his chest under your gaze. As he opens his shirt further, you can see the happy trail that leads underneath the waistband of his pants, and your desire for him grows.
While you watch Lawrence, Robert pushes your panties to the side to touch your pussy. He gently strokes your clit with his finger and tongue, caresses your folds with slow licks, and dips his fingers just the slightest bit inside you. He's teasing you, but you're not worked up enough to complain about it yet.
"Now the pants," you order.
Lawrence slips off his shoes and undoes his belt, letting his pants fall to his ankles. You lick your lips at the sight of him standing in his briefs.
"Daddy," you say, pulling him away from your cunt by his hair.
"Yes, dear?"
"Take your clothes off too."
Robert does as he's told and undresses. You watch Lawrence trying not to watch Robert and it amuses you. Once both men are left in their underwear, you pull down your skirt and take off your blouse, leaving you in your own undergarments.
You stand up and step between the two men. You place a hand on both of their chests and urge them closer. Lawrence hesitantly puts his hands on your waist and Robert grabs your hips from behind. Both of them explore your body with your hands, and when they touch, Lawrence gasps.
"No need to be so shy, Doctor," you say while looking into his eyes. "Daddy doesn't bite."
Robert tucks his face into the crook of your neck and does just that; he sinks his teeth into the sensitive skin and you gasp. Your back arches and your chest presses against Lawrence's.
The man in front of you looks down at your breasts, almost entranced by them. You notice, of course.
"You can touch them if you want," you say.
Lawrence studies your face for any sign of hesitation, but all he sees is you batting your doe eyes at him. He slides his hands up your torso and cups your breasts in his large hands. You hear him let out a shaky breath and both you and Robert chuckle.
"He's so easy, Daddy," you giggle.
Robert wraps his arms around your waist and presses his chest against your back. "It's been a while for him, honey. Don't be mean."
Lawrence's cheeks are a delicious pink and it makes you want to tease him even more. You run your hand down his chest, stomach, over the fuzz under his navel, and over the bulge in his briefs. His body jolts at the contact, so you do it again.
"Fuck," he whispers.
"That's a naughty word, Doctor. I didn't think someone like you would do something like this."
Your hand slips underneath the waistband and you grasp his cock. You give it one firm stroke and when he lets out a groan, you grin.
"Haven't you tortured Dr. Lawrence enough for one night, dear?" Robert asks. He's phrasing it to sound like he's trying to benefit Lawrence, but you know he's getting impatient.
"I just want one more thing, Daddy," you say, looking over your shoulder at him.
"Anything for you," he smiles.
You have a devilish twinkle in your eye, one Robert knows well. "I want you and Dr. Lawrence to kiss."
Lawrence gawks, his eyes flicking up to Robert's to see if he's also shocked. To his surprise, Robert looks as if you've just asked him the weather.
“You’re a scientist, Ernie. Do it in the name of research,” Robert suggests. “Or in the name of getting your dick wet. Whatever works for you.”
"Okay," Lawrence says hesitantly.
Robert moves from behind you to stand next to Lawrence. He gently places his hand on the taller man's hip and leans close. You watch eagerly as Robert reaches up to press his lips to Lawrence's. Lawrence is stiff, but he's not rejecting the kiss. He's pliant for Robert, allowing him to take control.
The kiss doesn't last long and there's no tongue, but it was enough to satisfy you. When the two men part, they both look over at you. Robert's pupils are lust-blown and Lawrence looks like he could pass out.
"Was that what you wanted?" Robert asks.
"It was perfect, Daddy," you smile. "Now Dr. Lawrence has earned my pussy."
You scamper off to the bed and lay down on your stomach. Your feet hang over the edge of the bed a bit so there's enough room for Robert by the pillows.
Robert walks around the bed, taking off his underwear before climbing onto the mattress and sitting in front of you. His cock is hard and leaking, and you bite your lip in anticipation of what's to come.
"You tell him what to do, Daddy," you say while looking up at Robert through your lashes.
With Robert's legs positioned on either side of your head, you open your mouth and take the tip of his cock into your mouth. He lets out a groan when you suck gently.
"Why don't you come give our good girl what she wants," Robert says over your head to Lawrence.
Wordlessly, Lawrence steps forward and gently grasps the waistband of your panties. You move your legs to make it easier to take them off and Lawrence is met with the sight of your dripping cunt.
"Fuck," he whispers to himself.
Lawrence takes off his own underwear and begins to stroke his dick while looking at your ass. Robert watches him with a raised eyebrow, wondering when he'll get to it.
"Eat her out first. You can't fuck her dry," Robert says.
"She certainly isn't dry," Lawrence says as he kneels behind you and spreads your legs apart.
You squirm a bit when he leans in, his hot breath tickling your inner thighs. He starts by licking up your pussy, vaguely aware that Robert did this earlier. He can't tell if he's tasting your juices, Robert's spit, or a mixture of the two, but it's intoxicating.
He teases your clit with his tongue while you do the same to Robert's cock. You can't help the moan that escapes your mouth when Lawrence works his tongue into you. His hands grip your thighs as he buries his face deeper into you, making his glasses dig into your skin.
It's good, too good, but you know getting fucked by him will be better. You pull off of Robert and look up at him with a pout. "Make him stop, Daddy. I wanna cum on his dick, not his face."
The idea of you soaking his face makes Lawrence groan into your pussy and he is reluctant to stop. You're clearly impatient because before he has the change to remove his tongue, you're reaching back and pulling him away by his hair.
Lawrence whines at the tug on his roots. It's an accident, an entirely involuntary reaction and one you will file away for later.
"You heard her," Robert says, giving Lawrence the green light.
You work your way farther down Robert's cock as Lawrence kneels on the bed behind you, positioning himself properly. The tip of the cock hits the back of your throat and you gag. Robert looks down at you sympathetically and cups your jaw, stroking it soothingly.
"Take it all, gorgeous. Don't choke on it, I know you can do it."
Lawrence would be lying if he said Robert's dirty talk to you wasn't also affecting him. His cock drips as he nears your entrance and he is certain he won't last long. His tip bumps against your folds and you tense up at first, but then relax.
"Go ahead, Doctor," Robert says with a teasing lilt. "Fuck her."
Taking directions from Robert makes Lawrence's cock throb, but he pointedly ignores the implications of that in favor of relishing in the feeling of your tight cunt as he pushes into you.
He goes slow as to not hurt you, but your hole swallows him up greedily so he figures he doesn't have to worry about that. Once he's seated fully inside of you, he lets out the breath he was holding.
He braces himself on his hands and knees and begins to rock his hips. After so long with only his hand, your cunt feels like heaven. Even the friction of his lower stomach on your ass makes him dizzy.
At the head of the bed, your lips are pressed around the base of Robert's cock and you're focusing on trying not to choke. He's praising you like he always does, but it's hard to hear him over the blood rushing in your ears.
Your lipstick stains his cock, marking him in a way that makes Robert's possessive hindbrain go wild. He tries to be considerate when you suck him off like this, but it's so difficult to stop himself from bucking into your mouth and making you take him.
Pretty soon, you're getting fucked from both ends. Lawrence is pounding into your cunt, dick dragging along that sweet spot inside of you that fuels the flame inside of you. Robert instructed you to relax your throat so he could grab your hair and work you over his cock at his pace.
This is always your favorite part of the scene, when your bossy, bratty demeanor is replaced by a needy, submissive one. You're still getting what you want, but the punishing strokes of both men make it feel like they're the ones calling the shots.
Your whines and moans are muffled by Robert's cock, but both he and Lawrence are making noise freely.
"You feel so good," Robert praises. "My pretty little girl."
Lawrence doesn't do any talking, save for the occasional swear. There's mostly heavy breathing and small moans coming from behind you, and that just won't do.
"Spank her, Ernie. Makes her even tighter," Robert says.
"Can't get much tighter," he says, breathless. He brings his hand back and delivers a slap to your outer thigh. You choke on a cry and like Robert said you would, you got tighter. "Shit."
"Her cunt feel good?" Robert asks. He knows how hot it makes you when he talks about you like you're not there.
"So fucking good."
"You like sticking your dick in students, Doctor?" Lawrence moans low and long. He drapes himself over your back to rut into you with a newfound desperation. "You're never going to look at her the same."
Robert's right. The two of you have ruined Lawrence's life. He won't be able to teach or even think about physics without thinking of his student with the tightest pussy he's ever fucked.
"I'm gonna cum," Lawrence says. He's embarrassed that he was so quick, but he held it off for as long as he could.
"You better pull out," Robert says, still forcing you down on his cock. "You wouldn't want to knock her up, would you?"
Lawrence curses and quickly sits up to jerk himself off over top of you. Robert watches intently, ignoring you while Lawrence squirts his cum on your lower back. He groans and his head lolls back, the fatigue and relief hitting him once he's ridden through his orgasm.
Lawrence stands at the foot of the bed to catch his breath, watching the scene in front of him. "You're not finished," Robert says, his voice noticeably more airy now. "You're not done until she cums for you."
Resuming his earlier position, Lawrence eats you out with the intent of having you soak his face. He rubs your clit with his thumb, fucks you with his tongue, and moans into your cunt, all while you get face fucked at the head of the bed.
"Good fucking girl. You're gonna make me cum," Robert says to you. "Where do you want it? On your face?" You try to shake your head but Robert's hand on the back on your neck makes it difficult. "You want to swallow it, don't you?"
You moan loudly and nod the best you can. Robert smirks down at you and his body relaxes as he prepares to cum down your throat. You allow yourself to be used and focus on the pleasure of Lawrence's tongue inside you.
Like the last time he got you close, it didn't take much time at all. Before you know it, your cunt gushes all over his face and you cry out. Lawrence's mouth floods with your cum and he drinks it down eagerly.
With one particularly deep thrust, the first spurt of cum hits the back of your throat, making you gag. You're helpless to do anything but take it, though you don't swallow yet. You know Daddy likes to see it in your mouth.
Distracted by Robert's orgasm, you don't realize that Lawrence is still working your pussy until it becomes painfully sensitive. Robert pulls out of your mouth and lets go of your neck and your body jolts, trying to escape the stimulation.
"Stop," you whine, but its muddled by the puddle of cum on your tongue.
Lawrence immediately pulls away and you look at him from over your shoulder. He's sweaty: hair wet, chest glistening, and glasses foggy. He looks absolutely wrecked, but you don't get to admire him for long because Robert pulls your attention back to him.
"Hasn't anyone told you not to talk with your mouth full, little girl?" he asks, holding your jaw. "Open up, let me see."
You do as you're told and stick out your tongue so he can see the pearly liquid. He smiles, satisfied, but it morphs into something wicked.
"Why don't you go give Dr. Lawrence a kiss, dear? Thank him for making you cum."
Robert gives you a look that screams don't question me. You sit up, legs shaking, and turn to where Lawrence stands at the foot of the bed. You don't say a word, but you look up at him with wide, tantalizing eyes.
This time, Lawrence doesn't look to Robert before making his move. He ducks down and cups your jaw with his large hand before slotting his lips against yours. You escalate the kiss by pressing your tongue to the seam of his lips and when he allows you entrance, you let the cum flow from your mouth to his.
Lawrence whimpers, surely disliking the bitter taste, but swallows it quickly to get it out of his mouth. Despite that, he keeps kissing you for a second longer.
"Did you like it, Doctor?" you ask once you part.
Lawrence isn't certain if you're asking about the sex or the cum.
"Yes," he breathes.
You smile widely and look over your shoulder back at Robert, who is still sitting shamelessly nude and spread on the bed. The three of you sit in silence for a moment before Lawrence starts to redress.
No one offered him a place in the bed for the night and he certainly wasn't going to ask to stay. You crawl back up by Robert and cuddle into his side, laying your head on his wife's pillow. You both watch as Lawrence rebuttons his shirt and slips on his shoes without untying them.
Once dressed, Lawrence looks at the two of you and clears his throat, suddenly feeling awkward. "Thank you for having me," he says.
"Our pleasure," you giggle.
Robert reaches over to the night stand and takes a cigarette out of his case and lights it. He takes a long, slow drag of it before speaking.
"See you on Monday, Doctor."
Lawrence smiles sheepishly and walks out of the bedroom and down the stairs. Work certainly is going to be different from now on. Most notably, no one will be able to address him without him popping a boner in the middle of a lecture.
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comicwritesstuff · 10 months ago
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Ik I just said I was stressed and needed a break or something, but, even if this fandoms dead, I genuinely need to write something about House or Cuddy or Wilson or Thirteen or like fucking any of them the whole cast is hot.
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(Specifically House, im salivating over this old man, I wanna fuck him so bad)
GIMMIE REQUESTS PLLLLEEEEEAAASSSEEEEE
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gigireece16 · 5 months ago
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i think as i get older, i feel myself becoming more like gregory house.
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lacontroller1991 · 1 year ago
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"Academics have rights too-" "It's not that. I have a group coming." "I'll sit in." "Not this one."
Oppenheimer (2023)
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shortnspidey · 30 days ago
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SEASON ONE ➩ DADDY ISSUES
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Robby Keene x OC!Katherine LaRusso
SUMMARY: the resurgence of the rivalry between two rival dojos, leads to intense competition and a violent confrontation.
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💥 chapter one: no place like home
💥 chapter two: clash of ideals
💥 chapter three: familiar faces
💥 chapter four: friendly reassurance
💥 chapter five: cards on the table
💥 chapter six: bittersweet revelations
💥 chapter seven: boyshit
💥 chapter eight: the new guy
💥 chapter nine: miyagi-do karate
💥 chapter ten: birthday surprises
💥 chapter eleven: trust
💥 chapter twelve: family affairs
💥 chapter thirteen: balance
💥 chapter fourteen: disowned
💥 chapter fifteen: party crashers
💥 chapter sixteen: no mercy
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housesredlollipop · 3 months ago
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house md character as quotes my friends said
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House
“nn s dce frocio”
“you can’t say faggot” (said by hetero? guy)
“joe biden and donald trump french kiss yaoi hidden love”
“I NEED TO PLAY AROUND WITH SOME MEN”
Wilson
“io chiudo la porta anche se sono solo (devo tenere fuori i mostri del buio)”
“i close the door even if I'm alone (i have to keep the monsters of the dark out)” (talking about peeing in the middle of night)
“charisma and lack of special awarness which actually makes it look like you’re confident”
Cuddy
“mia nonna madre gaslighting queen”
“my mother gaslighting queen”
-Fa caggare il cazzo
“ESATTO! VIVA LA VAGINA”
Cameron: Dicks suck
“EXACTLY! LONG LIVE VAGINA”
Cameron
“Love quando le cose nazionali sono lgbt friendly”
“Love when national things are lgbt friendly” (edit of those french and polish politician)
“vasco house indosserebbe le scarpe da ginnastica a ognuno dei nostri funerali”
“house would wear sneakers to every one of our funerals”
Foreman
“Che sono pazzi e si credono fighi perché hanno la luce elettrica”
“They are crazy and think they're cool because they have electric lights” (talking about positivismo)
“Giulka Cameron ha aperto un sito porno per la prima volta e si è fidata delle pubblicità”
“Cameron opened a porn site for the first time and trusted the ads” (she saw penis growing cream ads)
Chase
“Bo comunque cazzo pisello palle zucchina zucca pelata patata”
“Bo anyway fuck dick balls courgette peeled pumpkin potato”
Eric: 5 cm taller but you still breath FART AIR
“i’ll fart in your mouth”
13
“Maybe women didnt like leopardi but maybe a twink on tinder would”
“Cami House i need you to kill me”
Taub
“Comunque siete solo degli haters perché io non diventerò pelato”
“Anyway you're just haters because I won't go bald” (is balding)
“quando jovi kutner mi dice “io dormo con white noise” e poi partono i peti più forti che tu abbia mai sentito in vita tua”
“when kutner tells me “i sleep with white noise” and then the loudest farts you've ever heard in your life start”
Kutner
“grazie pupe siete le mie troione da battaglia”
“thank you babes, you are my battle sluts”
“RE GALLINO CANTA DURANTE LA NOTTE U U U”
“KING ROOSTER SINGS DURING THE NIGHT U U U”
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wipbigbang · 8 months ago
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a-cloud-for-dreams · 1 year ago
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So I got the ending in Theodora where I saved my soul but my memories were erased I didn't cry I swear and she saw Lawrence's ghost or wtvr and made a vow to find him babe he's dead but then I remembered that Theodora had a twin brother so if his lineage continued to present day (2019), is there a chance Theodora could have met her great great great grandnephews/grandnieces? Even if on accident?
Just imagine: she's been walking around a park, and she sees someone who is actually distantly related to her. A small part of her feels drawn to this person without knowing why. At first, she might assume that they were people in her past before she had amnesia, but she talks to them, and they say they've never met her.
Then, for the rest of her life, she hangs onto this interaction, absolutely confused, or at least, until she bumps into someone (a S3 LI or "John") who recognizes her and-
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idealuk · 11 months ago
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Robert. Is. Not. Dead.
Neither is Chas (compassionate release because his mother-in-law has cancer?). Hope will not die.
... Did I, or did I not, also call Mackenzie as the new Adam?
Danny, Lucy, and Lawrence all nailed it in that episode!
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false-heteros16 · 16 days ago
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Heard people call House queer-coding, or queer baiting, or just plain queer. I think every one of those takes is right. House was made with a diverse set of writers and often the show feels like all of that jumbled together—The show being advertised as a ‘bromance’ is an example of some of the queer baiting—but then again later s8 is so queer coded it hurts—And the shows themes of challenging expected societal norms , through queer, disabled, and mentally ill character’s is pretty queer to me.
That’s what makes House MD such an appealing show. Not without its flaws but when it works— you’re left impacted in a way you didn’t expect from a show about an asshole solving medical mysteries.
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zappedbyzabka · 2 years ago
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The Equalizer (1985)
William Zabka and Edward Woodward
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mrs-bond · 1 year ago
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Interesting chapter. I see that Oppie's wife is accused of having an affair with Lawrence, when she's not. At least she told Oppie that she didn't. Then Ruth is sort of all over Oppie by talking to him and all. I just hope Oppie and his wife have some peace and a good fuck with each other.
Oasis in a Desperate Land of Dark Desire - Part Five: Party
Cillian Murphy as J. Robert Oppenheimer x Female Wife Reader NSFW 18+ only
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Summary: The Oppenheimers' host a party at the house and Robert is as crowd pleasing as usual, especially with the ladies, while you find yourself doubting the relationship and in the midst of a sudden surprising rumor going around.
Word Count: ~4,548
Warnings: Age gap, period stereotypical gender roles, slight infidelity and talk of, gossip, martial angst
Usual disclaimers apply, obviously NOT based on complete real life historical accuracy, i.e. characters such as the Thompsons are made-up and as a whole, this fic is essentially very much a dramatization and AU fantasy/fiction with Cillian as Oppenheimer, Josh Hartnett as Ernest Lawrence, etc.
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Part Three
Part Four
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May 1943
The yard was brightly awash in sunlight as you found yourself on your hands and knees digging in the garden plot, preparing to plant and transplanting a couple shrubs. You weren't above physical labor and it was nice to be productive outside of the house and in town; anything involving the earth directly was refreshing.
Life in Los Alamos had smoothed out into a sort of normal routine with Robert working and you studying while keeping house and babysitting the Thompson children multiple times a week. It was a bit isolating day-to-day, but you didn't mind much considering how important this venture was and there was less pressure on your end at least once everyone was settled. Since the kitchen had been remodeled, tonight would be the largest gathering at the house since Robert's 39th birthday bash last month (which marked the occasion by a fine meal of steak and asparagus for dinner and a large cake, lit with an array of candles and nearly everyone in attendance wore shiny party hats). For this evening, the scientists and their significant others were just looking to converse but more importantly relax and have a fun time, so you made sure everything was set and enough drinks were to be served with Robert having shown you how to prepare one of his dry martinis correctly, which you'd be serving to the guests.
At six o'clock, the Thompsons arrived first with their two boys and you led them inside. Little Duncan immediately spotted the batch of sugar cookies you had baked earlier on a whim.
"Cookies!" he yelled, racing to the plate on the coffee table and hungrily grabbing at several with his chubby hands, causing his mother to chastise him with a shocked scold.
"Manners, please!"
But in his excitement, the plate went crashing to the floor and you cringed, quickly bending down to clean up the cracked halves and cookie crumbs scattered onto the rug. Thankfully you had no shortage of serving plates, used to the occasional broken dishware by now.
"No, no, it's okay," you assured the toddler as his bottom lip wobbled and you handed him a cookie which he gobbled up guiltily.
"Duncan, what do you say?" Mrs. Thompson asked sharply.
"Tank you," he mumbled around the mouthful and you smiled, swiftly chucking the plate into the trash.
"I'm so sorry, he can be very careless often," she apologized, but you waved a hand dismissively.
"It's alright. He might as well take the rest since it's likely they will go stale before I alone have the chance to eat them all."
"Doesn't Robert enjoy your baking?"
"Oh, he doesn't really eat and he isn't as fond of any dessert without chocolate in it."
"He still hasn't been eating much?" she asked out of mild concern.
"Well, always rather minimally. He only has a real meal if it's a special occasion or I coherence him to... He usually just has his morning coffee and toast, maybe an orange. I like to think he is just too preoccupied with life and work to consider the normal consumption of food. He's just mentally too full."
"That is still peculiar, though. Good for you to put up with it, heaven knows how annoyed I would get if I cooked and baked all day and my husband ate a measley fraction with hardly any appreciation."
"No, he is grateful about it," you corrected, but she raised a skeptical brow and then you were distracted by more guests arriving.
Once night fully fell, you took up precedence in the kitchen at the counter making drinks and assuring there was enough martinis and appetizers to go around. From the sounds of it, the atmosphere was getting a bit rowdy out in the main party area of the living room: music resounding from the record player, Richard Feynman banging on his bongos, and the sound of shoes dancing the fox trot.
"I see Oppie has put you on drink duty tonight."
You turned to see Dr. Ernest Lawrence standing a few feet away with his signature smirk and you smiled, gesturing with a glass to his direction.
"What, you actually want one?" you teased a bit sarcastically and he winked, the room lights glinting off his round glasses.
"You bet." He accepted the cold drink and took a sip, nodding in approval.
"Never had a better martini," he praised and you took a sip of your own, swirling the strong flavor on your tongue as he leaned against the counter, causally observing about how it was a good turnout.
"It's nearly as many that came for his birthday," you agreed with a nod.
"It's nice to be able to get out of the work atmosphere of the laboratory for a hot minute and relax," he commented.
"I bet. Robert's not giving you too much grief over there, is he?"
"No, just the usual frustrations that I can't talk about, pardon it. You could partly guess it though; it started with my Rad Lab, the unionizing and differential ideas... But I will say as much as we respect each other, Oppie needs to not act so much like a Communist sometimes; it's detrimental to all of us and especially him, the damn brilliant fool," Lawrence said rather bitterly and you raised an eyebrow.
"What do you mean by that oxymoron?"
He shook his head of whatever thoughts he had and finished his drink too hastily, giving you back the nearly empty glass. His fingers brushed your hand for a few seconds, causing both his and your wedding rings to briefly clink together, before he pulled away and smiled again.
"Thanks for the drink, Y/N." He walked out of the kitchen and absorbed into the wider huddles of people in the lounge as you looked on curiously.
About an hour later, you took a break from the kitchen to go converse with a few lady friends and couldn't help but notice Robert seated comfortably on the sofa, bumping knees by being sandwiched in-between his close friend Dr. Ruth Tolman and her husband Richard. She was blonde and attractive, whip smart, and currently listening intently and hanging onto every word and expression he made while conversing and you felt a small prick of unexpected... envy? You knew Ruth personally and she was a pleasant intelligent woman in a challenging field, which made Robert deeply respect her, but it also reminded you of the comparisons and why he admired her. She was significantly older than you (and even had ten years on him) and was trailblazing in her occupation while you were struggling through obtaining a nursing degree despite being plunked down in the middle of government sanctioned nowhere and shoehorned into housekeeping and hosting. You clenched the drink in your hand, nails driving into the glass as you watched them, distracted from your conversation with the ladies, and Robert was animatedly explaining something as she leaned closer, a tinkle of laughter reaching your ears. You excused yourself from the gaggle of women and drifted closer while trying to remain somewhat inconspicuous and watching carefully as he focused intently on her, completely oblivious of you standing no more than eight feet away.
"The damn brilliant fool."
Maybe Lawrence was right? You weren't sure why you were feeling so protectively paranoid all of a sudden. It had to be nothing, but you still felt a tiny smidge of annoyance seeing how much she was clearly enjoying Robert's presence tonight and vice versa (given a few drinks of course) but many women in general were not immune to his strange charm, so it was to be expected. Hell, they had been positively fawning over him at his birthday last month and many in town marveled at his leadership, gentlemanly qualities, and magnetic charisma despite his eccentricities and intimating intellect.
Robert could talk for hours about nearly any academical subject, philosophy, Greek mythology, politics and ideologies (although that was a bit stamped out here due to the secrecy and military oversight), religion, science obviously, any personal matters and interests (except sports), and basically anything that warranted an opinion. And people always listened, no matter if they had precise knowledge in the subjects or not, and the appeal was undeniable to most women you knew, heterosexual or not. He was something special, that was for sure, and you were afraid Ruth might be taking advantage of this as she placed a manicured hand softly on his knee, laughing with him.
You retreated back somewhat to avoid awkwardness in case either him or her noticed you staring (which they never did) and considered checking up on the state of the kitchen, when four-year-old Douglas came excitedly running over, weaving between the legs of the adults.
"Mrs. Oppen-hemmer, come look at what I found!" He abruptly took your hand and pulled you away to the front door and outside into the front yard, plunking himself down on the rock pathway. The glowing yellow lights from the windows and house made shadows cast across the ground in eerie splinters and dark patches on the ground.
"What is it?" you asked, squinting in the dimness to see exactly what he was so invested in and he poked at a black bulbous miniscule shape lodged in the space between the slabs.
"Oh, it's just an arthropod. A common ground beetle, I believe," you told him, disguising disgust as he kept poking at it with interest until you gently batted his fingers away.
"Don't bother it too much," you told him and he sighed, rolling onto his side and staring in fascination that was lost on you, but whatever humored him was fine.
You went to take a seat on the front step, listening to the bubble of conversation, music, and glasses clinking inside the house as you absentmindedly watched the little boy, ruminating on a few past snippets of conversation you remembered having with friends and family, who were commenting critically at the time on your rather fast relationship with Robert before you practically eloped.
"You're making a mistake with a premature marriage, you need to prioritize your education first, a man second."
"Well, didn't you pick one of the highest hung fruit of the land. Dr. Oppenheimer, I must say! You make the rest of us seem subpar."
"But Jean and him make such a impassionate, powerful couple. He calls her his truest love and has proposed marriage to her before you, so he'll only be settling for you if you accept him, don't forget that."
"Sweetheart, listen to me. You know I love you and will accept whomever you choose, but think about this dearly before you exchange vows. A physicist, this older man's a physicist. What on earth are you going to have in common with a scientific genius like that? He'll support the hell out of you with his teaching, I understand, and I like that he's a wealthy born New Yorker, but... and I say this with love - love - you're just not perhaps up to such standards? I want the best for ya honey, I do, but you couldn't match with, say, a businessman instead? Someone who doesn't have his brains up in the high clouds, all this theoretical talk of dark matter and black holes... Do you even understand any of that? You have as much in common with his interests as the moon and he'll never have use for you intellectually, only fundamentally. My daughter's not Marie Curie, forgive me."
That last one had been from your father and you had been personally affronted, insisting angrily that it didn't matter, for Robert didn't only love scientists with very high IQ scores, for goodness's sake.
"Father, he doesn't need me for his fill of physics, he has many outlets and he's not only a man of science; he so dearly loves poetry, art, classical music, equestrians, global and national history, Hinduism - he can read Sanskrit for God's sake! - and any matter of politics..."
"He's too good for you, sweetheart. That man has more knowledge than an encyclopedia, you'd need an index just for reference in his causal conversations. Now, come home back east if this whole college venture doesn't pan out in California... Remember the Paulson's? Jack has a son who just turned twenty and is majoring in finance, he'd love to meet ya, someone closer in age and caliber."
"But I'm not into finance, I'm pursuing medicine and psychology."
"You'd just be a quack in that field, I'm telling you. Follow the market money, not dilly-dallying in dating theoretical physicists and Freudian psychiatry. You need a man who knows his numbers in a practical sense, who will make a stable husband and you a nice homemaker. You're my only child, so I'll be awaiting grandchildren."
It was safe to say your father could be a bit... pushy and simple-minded. You hated the way you were easily boxed in, setting up your life already yet scoffing at when it was too good. You weren't a chemist nor would you be a bank teller (besides, your father was only so fixated on that because he almost lost his entire fortune due to the Great Depression) and yet being only a housewife seemed to be selling yourself short. Since the war began, you saw the need for help in the medical field and if psychiatry wouldn't have you, then you could at least become a nurse with the hopes of eventually excelling to physician with extra schooling. But of course, Robert had obtained his doctorate years ago and his younger ex-girlfriend Jean had graduated from Stanford recently while you were stuck here.
"He's too good for you, sweetheart."
You swallowed, beginning to wonder if that was possibly coming true... Did he only keep you around for the sex, usefulness in the home and kitchen, and for probable inevitable breeding of children? He didn't truly respect you, did he? Were you just an arm piece, the beautiful secure wife to come home to after he, the theoretical celebrity, saved the world? If you had none of those aforementioned qualities and were a "mere, plain waitress" like he would say about his brother's fiancée, Jackie, would he discard you as quickly as last week's newspaper?
Were you only a lovely wife and nothing more?
"We can't all be the spirited intellectual fancy Communist Miss Tatlock," you mumbled unhappily to yourself, hardly noticing that Douglas had come over and was standing in front of you, leaning his body from side to side as he stared at you.
"Okay?" he asked and you blinked, wiping your face quickly to hide the blatant emotion. You hadn't even realized you'd been shedding tears.
"Oh, yes, I'm okay."
He held up his hand gently curled into a fist with his thumb up and wiggled it around.
"I do this when Momma sees me fall, but I'm not hurt. Thumb means okay!" he explained proudly and you laughed, making your own 'thumbs up' and he giggled, bumping his knuckles to yours and making a goofy face, to which you did back, making him giggle in turn.
"Can we play a game?"
"What do want to play?" you asked and he scrunched up his face before exclaiming.
"Hopscotch!"
"Oh, but we don't have the sidewalk chalk for that and besides, it's too dark," you tried to tell him, but he had already made up his mind.
"Lemme go get Dunky and we can play together!" he proclaimed, using the nickname for his little brother and he dashed into the house, coming out a moment later with Duncan in tow behind him.
The boys however proved chalk wasn't necessary and rather only their imaginations as they used the pathway, tossing a rock, jumping, and counting happily. Douglas led the game, his brother following and inadvertently copying his footsteps, and when they insisted for you to join in, you considered the fact that you were in one of your best dresses and worried to be seen as too silly.
"C'mon!" Douglas shouted, doing a gregarious hop a few feet forward, nearly stumbling over his own shoes, and you hoped he wouldn't injure himself and make you liable. You glanced down at your high heels and shrugged.
Oh, screw it.
You removed them and carefully joined the boys all the same, doing a bit of hopscotch until you bored of it and sat back down, slipping your mildly sore feet back into the heels, and were amused at their energetic antics.
"Want to adopt them? I'll ask," Robert's lightly sarcastic voice made you startle and you glanced over your shoulder as he came out of the house and took a seat down beside you.
"I'm kidding," he smiled and you waved a hand fondly over at them.
"They're good boys," you stated as he looked on, sighing wistfully.
"They still haven't felt the sharp sting of the world's cruelty yet nor were they born cruel," he observed.
"I sure hope they never become like that, although as long as we are at war, who is to say?" you replied quietly and he looked at you fondly.
"You're good with them, they trust and like you quite a lot," he remarked, gesturing to the kids with his martini glass.
"I suppose we have formed a fast kinship somehow and I do my best," you replied humbly.
"I can tell. The Thompsons will be leaving soon, why don't you call them in? I believe it is way past bedtime for the young ones."
"Boys?" you called, gesturing and after a moment, they came hurrying up.
"How about you find your mother, okay? I think it's time to go home for bed," you told them and they whined a bit, insisting they weren't tired.
"You don't want to get in trouble, do you?" Robert asked sternly.
"Nuh-uh," Duncan replied, sticking his bottom lip out and Robert patted him on the back, sending them inside and as soon as they left and you and Robert bid goodnight to their parents, he went back outside and sat down in one of the chairs in the yard and you joined, breathing in the smoke from his tobacco pipe. You wondered why he was out here instead of being at the center of the party inside, it was unlike him.
He glanced to you, wary, and the question that came out his mouth next caught you unprepared.
"Have you ever considered having an affair on me?"
You stared at him, any emotional warmth evaporating in the cool night air.
"God, no, what? Robert, you know I have always maintained I'm not interested in other men. Why... Has someone said something?"
"There's a fresh rumor going around that you have a mutual interest in Ernest Lawrence; I heard from one of the women back in there declare that you were clearly flirting with him in the kitchen over a drink."
"A rumor? That's just a bold faced lie! I wasn't flirting in the slightest, we were merely having a plain conversation!" you exclaimed, standing up but his hand caught your waist, gripping at your dress and you sat, glaring and breathing heavily. How dare she... You had a hunch it was the same wife from the first week here who was snarky to you when you were doing the laundry.
"It was just a passing comment, nothing to get worked up over," he quickly backpedaled as you grew visibly angry.
"But that could spread like wildfire in this bunch. I have to speak to that wretched woman!"
"I already told her and those around us that it was utter absurdity. You barely even interact with Ernest causally and I've never picked up romantic inclinations between the two of you," he assured, but you shook your head in disbelief.
"I just can't believe this blasphemy!"
"I couldn't either, which is why I came to you to confirm," he replied.
"I'm glad you did. I would never think of flirting with a married man and all I did was give him one drink as a hostess in our own house. Does he know about this?"
"I spoke to him just before I came out here. He's a bit punchy from the martinis, so he laughed for a minute straight at that accusation, and then when I asked him if he personally considered you to be a pretty woman, he told me that I am a 'pretty man'," Robert answered, uncertain of the smile twitching at the corners of his mouth and you stifled a laugh.
"I see. Well, he's not wrong there, you are dashing."
"Thank you," he murmured and you checked your watch, noticing it was getting late and the guests were beginning to leave. Robert noticed your restlessness and placed a cautioning hand on your arm, squeezing comfortingly.
"Let's avoid confrontation. You just wait here until they're gone," he advised and you pursed your lips, but let him go be the one to bid goodnight and usher everyone out.
After several minutes of watching small groups of friends, acquaintances, and pairs of couples exit down the path to the road one by one, you finally stood and walked back into the house, forcing a smile at a few stranglers left - Robert's men - filing out and helping a couple up from the table as they could barely stand up and walk, having had one martini too many. As you turned around in the hallway, none other than Ernest Lawrence himself bumped into you seemingly out of nowhere and he looked decidedly drunker than you'd ever seen him.
"Excuse me," you muttered, starting to duck around him when he grabbed your wrist and leaned down so swiftly to lock lips, his glasses banging into your face as he smashed onto your mouth with surprising force. You instinctively shoved him back, blinking in shock as he stumbled slightly and steadied himself with a hand on the wall.
"Fuck, get away from me!" you hissed in shock.
His eyes were a bit glazed and he shook his head, wiping his mouth sloppily of your lipstick with the back of his hand.
"No wonder Oppie married you straightaway, the girl can serve a mean martini and a decent mouth-to-mouth," he muttered.
"I'll take that as a compliment, now get the hell out of our house," you ordered, pushing his broad back towards the front door and he didn't resist.
"It's Oppie's world... you and I are just living in it," Lawrence grumbled as you shoved him out, slamming the door, and feeling grateful that his wife had already left with others.
You went quickly to the bathroom and rinsed out your mouth and smeared off the ruby lipstick. You thoroughly washed your face over and over with cold water, frowning when you glanced up with your mascara running and saw Robert's shadow in the mirror behind you.
"I feel as though I've been set up. Your best pal Lawrence just stole a kiss before he left, I thought you'd like to know!" you exclaimed loudly as you wiped your face of makeup with a cloth and he made a noncommittal gesture.
"He was drunk, forgive him."
"You're not upset with this whole nonsense?"
"He never would have done it otherwise if he wasn't under the influence, that's the loosest he gets and frankly I think it's good for him to step outside his stiffer cautionary boundaries. But I'll speak about it to him tomorrow if he even recalls. You have nothing to worry about unless you happen to fancy him, then we do have a problem to fix."
"No, I do not find him as fetching as you. Quite honestly, I'm tired of tonight and wish to go to bed. Goodnight, Robert." You dried your face and brushed past him to change out of your formal dress wear and he stood, watching.
"It feels different when it's the opposite sex, doesn't it?" he inquired in a passive aggressive tone and you snapped, throwing your heels into the closet harder than necessary.
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"Well, when it's me and Jean or me and Kitty or-"
"Don't bring up those other women to me, you'll regret it. Please shut up and come to bed when you're ready," you ordered grumpily and slipped into bed in just your bra and panties, covering your body with the sheets and rolling over so you didn't have to see him. You were tempted to ask about Ruth, but that potential fuel for an argument would have to be saved for another day and besides, she was just a long time friend. She never had spoken a bad word about you and was always so supportive to Robert... Perhaps it was only the alcohol that had infected everyone's judgement tonight.
You thought uncomfortably about Ernest's warm drunken mouth suctioning onto yours and you glanced over your shoulder at Robert removing his shoes and relaxing back on the bed, striking up a cigarette and sighing when a terribly naughty thought came to you. What if you stirred up expectations and purposely fed into this "rumor" (or perhaps actual one-sided attraction on his part, you weren't so sure now) just to unnerve Oppie, give him a taste of his own medicine? You had lied a bit earlier about not being interested in other men, of course you glanced at times when someone caught your attraction, but you never actively sought them out and certainly not Lawrence. He wasn't half bad looking, but the idea of provoking this further was tempting yet you knew it was impossible without consequences and you hated to offend his wife. People would find out and you'd be painted in a bad outlook, and you certainly did not wish to be the adulteress of Los Alamos, flirting and hooking up with every male scientist who so as looked at you. Of course, when a man cheated, it was typically not completely condemning of his character, whereas a woman would be splashed with a bold scarlet letter on her chest for the rest of her life. Of course, you wouldn't even be having these thoughts if Robert hadn't said anything and Lawrence hadn't done what he did.
You felt a sudden tug on the sheets and gritted your teeth, yanking them back from your husband who was trying to get comfortable beside you.
"I hope you're not cold," you remarked snappily and he huffed, rolling over very close despite your standoffish attitude and he was likely quite drunk, although he was never one to show it obnoxiously since he took alcohol unusually well.
"I'm not the one lying here nearly naked. Our nights have been so dry, even Sundays, and you know I'll have less and less time the farther we get along in the project. Have you considered we haven't had proper intimacy since my birthday?" he bemoaned.
You ignored that fact, mildly annoyed he apparently needed sex more than once a week and after this evening's events you were hardly in the mood without imagining Ernest's lips on yours.
So much for thinking everything was going well and undramatic... Couldn't even a simple get-together be decent and clean around this place? You supposed not.
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lovelybucky1 · 1 year ago
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Kinktober 2023 Masterlist
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hey everyone!!! this is where all of my kinktober posts from this year will live (each fic will also be on my main masterlists under their respective fandom and character).
i dont have characters picked out for each prompt yet because i want to allow myself to write what im inspired about at the time
i hope you enjoy my fics and as always, please please please support writers and reblog their fics so more people can enjoy them (and it motivates us to create more content)
prompts under the cut
1. porn- neil lewis (no ship/x reader)
Bad Habits
2. anal sex- robert fischer x callgirl!reader
Special Request
3. corruption kink- college au!anakin x reader
Smoke Me Out
4. femdom- jonathan crane x batgirl!reader
Sweeten the Deal
5. piss kink- anakin x wife!reader
Wait
6. pegging - neil lewis x reader
Smile For the Camera
7. fear play- jonathan crane x reader
Better Than Revenge
8. choking - batman x scarecrow (scarebat)
High on Your Own Supply
9. hair pulling - best friend!anakin x reader
Nice Guys Finish Last
10. pet play- tommy shelby x reader
Leashed
11. threesome- oppenheimer x lawrence x reader
The Doctor is In
12. somnophilia- psycho au!jonathan crane x reader
Crane Motel
13. knife play- best friend!anakin x reader
Bad Guys Win
14. bondage- darth vader x reader
Insignificant
15. praise kink- han solo x reader
Pass the Time
16. degradation kink- tommy shelby x reader
Treat Me Wrong
17. sweat kink- lacrosse player!anakin x reader
Scent
18. cross dressing- jake "hangman" seresin x reader
Laced Up
19. breeding kink- trailer trash!anakin x reader
Babysitter
20. roleplay-
21. mask kink-
22. voyeurism-
23. spit kink-
24. daddy kink-
25. monster fucking-
26. glory hole-
27. dry humping -
28. sex pollen-
29. dumbification-
30. clothed sex-
31. predator/prey-
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