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Oren Ambarchi, Johan Berthling and Andreas Werliin Interview: Winning Concepts

Photo by Thobias Fäldt

BY JORDAN MAINZER

Well, that didn't take nearly as long. A mere two years after releasing the once dormant and eventually critically acclaimed Ghosted, Oren Ambarchi, Johan Berthling, and Andreas Werliin are releasing its follow-up on Friday via Drag City. The trio returned to Studio Rymden in Stockholm last June, with years of performing together under their belt, and laid down the tracks for Ghosted II in a mere two days. Like its predecessor, Ghosted II delves into jazz and drone music, has numerical track titles, and features guitar from Ambarchi that sounds like an organ, album art by Pål Dybwik, and video art by Cédrick Eymenier. Less like its predecessor (though not wholly unlike it), Ghosted II plays with dynamics, is more improvised with minimal overdubs, and roots itself in everything from ambient music to funk. Oh, and its numerical track titles are in Swedish instead of Roman numerals.

Seriously, Ambarchi, Berthling, and Werliin could follow the same four-track formula with the same featured artists every time and I would be more excited with every release. That's how potent Ghosted II is. “en” sports brilliant textural contrasts, pattering drums, scraggly guitar, and barely-there bass, but nonetheless wears a zesty groove. “två” I can most aptly describe as chrome lounge jazz, rife with repeated bass, slow hand percussion, and cold, warbling guitars that pulsate at constantly changing speeds. “tre” is where we first truly hear those inexorable Ambarchi guitar sounds, whirring and shapeshifting with a light chirp and glitch as Werliin's percussion circumvents Berthling's bass. The song sounds like it's traveling through a prickly continuum. And “fyra” ends the set with shimmering ambiance, syncopated bass and drums steady until Werliin jumps into a clattering groove, eventually letting Ambarchi take front and center before the three descend into silence. Ghosted II is the type of album as easy to listen to as it is heady and complex, an achievement that should further this trio's welcome emergence in the experimental music realm.

Oh, and I forgot to mention another similarity to Ghosted: Ambarchi, Berthling, and Werliin once again were willing to answer some questions from me over email about the album. Read their responses below, edited for clarity, including some can't-miss music recommendations.

Since I Left You: How would you say Ghosted II is different from the first record, and how is it a continuation of what you were doing on Ghosted? Oren Ambarchi: I would say that it's a continuation from the first one. The approach in the studio was very similar: We simply got together and improvised with little discussion beforehand. It was recorded very quickly--from memory, all the pieces are first takes, and there was minimal overdubbing.

SILY: How did playing live as a trio inform Ghosted II? When you went in to the recording, did you think of it like a live concert with no audience? OA: Playing live has been really great, as we've been developing our language as a trio from show to show, and this definitely impacted the new one. Like the first trio recording, the vibe in the studio was very relaxed. It was like playing together in someone's lounge room. Personally I tried to approach the new one with newer guitar sounds, many of which I discovered in real-time whilst we were recording. I was hoping my playing would be a little different to the playing on the first record. I didn't want to repeat myself, and I'm sure the others felt the same way regarding how they approached the recording. So the new album is, on the one hand, a continuation from the first album, but on the other hand, it's an exciting new development for all of us. Johan Berthling: I think playing live has merged our sounds together quite a bit. We know each other's playing a lot better. When recording the first album, we had nothing. Now, we have a sound and a foundation we can continue to build on. For me, the studio (could be) a magical environment where all is possible. The live situation has so many parameters that are not controllable, so I want to keep them apart. I never look at recording as a live performance. Andreas Werliin: Playing live in front of an audience is very different from being in a studio recording session.[It has] different energy. It’s weird: The great live shows rarely transform into a good recording. It’s usually too much information. What we experienced when playing live was that we could use much more dynamics than on our albums. In a studio recording, you can use the room and vibe to play less and still keep it interesting, making small changes instead of the big movements we do live.

SILY: Is there something unique about Studio Rymden that fosters creative collaboration? OA: It feels super relaxed recording there, which really suits our vibe and somehow enhances what we are going for. I think we are all inspired by the room at Rymden and play off of the space. JB: It has a really nice living room atmosphere and has all the equipment we need. Daniel [Bengtson], who runs it, is also a great and knowledgeable guy making everyone feel at ease. AW: [It's] a good sounding, very relaxed place. [It] feels like being at a home party.

SILY: Why was it important for you to have continuity between the two albums' visual identities (cover art, music videos)? JB: Why change a winning concept? :) AW: These days, things are moving so fast. Everything and everybody has to change all the time to not lose the audience's attention, both visually and musically. We took the opportunity to go against that movement, I guess.

SILY: What inspired the track titles this time around? OA: Laziness. It's 1/2/3/4 in Swedish. Maybe we'll pick another language when we do another release.

SILY: How did the songs on the first record end up evolving live? Do you foresee these songs having a similar live evolution? OA: Absolutely. It's been really fun expanding on the pieces on the first album in a live context. Those pieces have really gone places. Some live versions of the pieces have lasted 30-40 minutes each. We've already been playing some of the new pieces live, too, and they are already morphing into new explorations that are quite different from the recorded versions.

AW: We developed a new form and used more improvisation and a lot more dynamics.

SILY: What's next? OA: We have some shows coming up as a trio which I'm really looking forward to. I really love playing with Johan and Andreas. My next big show...is a new piece titled "Sous Vide" with conductor Ilan Volkov and the Brussels Philharmonic Orchestra. I'm also hoping to start on a new solo record later this year. AW: I'm excited to release [Ghosted II]. We’re all pretty busy with other projects and family life, so [I'm] just hoping for peace, love, and understanding in general, I guess.

SILY: Is there anything you've been listening to, watching, or reading lately that you've enjoyed or that's inspired you? AW: I would highly recommend Brighde Chaimbeul's album The Reeling (River Lea). She will play live in our village on the west coast of Sweden on July 7th in an incredible church. Much welcome. JB: Lately, I’ve been listening a lot to Howlin' Wolf's Message to the Young and John Lee Hooker and Canned Heat's Hooker 'n Heat. Live, I recently saw a fantastic performance by Evan Parker and Alexander Hawkins in Germany!

OA: [I've been] listening to plenty non-stop, but here's a few recent things that come to mind:

James Rushford's Turzets

An unreleased 1974 live recording of Salamat Ali Khan from Berlin

ML Buch's Suntub (15 love)

Tyshawn Sorey's Continuing (Pi)

Ahmir Khan's Khayal By Ustad Ahmir Khan

RLW's When freezing air stings like ice I shall breathe again (Drag City)

Lenny Breau's Quietude

Eduardo Mateo

Glenn Gould's version of Brahms: 10 Intermezzi

Mikel Rouse Broken Consort

Tirzah

Weather Report's Live & Unreleased

I also just picked up an amazing new remaster of Genesis' The Lamb Lies Down on Broadway, which I've been playing endlessly.

I recently watched Dog Day Afternoon with my 16-year-old last night. It was good to revisit that one. I also recently saw a great UK documentary on Cornelius Cardew with footage of the Scratch Orchestra and AMM. Other than that, it's always Law & Order before bed.

Reading:

Scott McClanahan's The Sarah Book Ian Penman's Fassbinder Thousands of Mirrors Adrian Sinclair & Allan Kozinn's The McCartney Legacy Henry Threadgill & Brent Hayes Edwards' Easily Slip Into Another World Dorothy B. Hughes' The Expendable Man

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DEADPOOL’S EXCLUSIVE FAN-SERVICE P.1 — WADE WILSON.

RATING: R, 18+

WARNINGS: Sexual content, fem reader, bondage, sexual innuendos, explicit language.

WORD COUNT: 965

SUMMARY: Captured and restrained, you find yourself at Deadpool's mercy after revealing you intentionally hired him for some intimate fan-service.

A/N: First writing of mine that I'm posting to my page, please don’t judge me too hard! I will be regularly posting more Deadpool content as I revise my page. Will be posting part two of this work when I have the time.

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You look up at him, panting, still strapped to the chair with your hands tied tightly behind your back. The rough rope digs into your wrists, the slight burn adding to the ache between your legs. The air is thick with tension, every breath tasting metallic from the cold barrel of the gun pressed to your temple. Your body, slick with sweat from the chase, feels confined in the damp fabric clinging to your skin.

“You know, all this chasing, tying me up, gun to my head, it’s precisely what I imagined,” you say, your voice trembling with anticipation. Deadpool tilts his head, his fingers flexing around the gun, the leather of his gloves creaking faintly. His scent—leather, metal, gunpowder—intoxicating you with arousal.

He chuckles softly, leaning in just enough for you to feel his breath ghost over your cheek. “Imagined? Got a little death wish fantasy going on here?” His voice is smooth, laced with a hint of sarcasm.

You laugh shakily, struggling to catch your breath. “Not exactly, though, I am the one who hired you.” The words leave your lips boldly, tasting like victory. For a second, you wonder if this is too crazy, even for him, but you press on, heart pounding.

Deadpool pauses, his gaze narrowing even through the mask. His entire posture shifts, boots scuffing the ground as he takes a step back. “Wait, you’re the one that called?!” His voice is thick with disbelief, pointing a finger at you accusingly. “Is that why your voice sounds so familiar?” The sudden shift in his tone sends a thrill through you.

“Yes, that was me,” you admit, almost proud. Your voice is husky as you try to steady your breathing. The ropes chafe against your wrists as you squirm, your skin burning where it rubs. “What better way to get some exclusive fan-service, right?.” You can’t help but let your eyes trail down his body, the tight red suit accentuating every muscle. God, he’s so fucking hot.

Deadpool stands silent, processing your words. Then he bursts into laughter, nearly doubling over. “Oh my god, you actually hired me to kill you just for this little rendezvous? Holy shit girl, you crazy!”

He leans in closer, his breath warm against your cheek. The heat of his body radiates against yours as he lowers his pistol to his side. “You do realize there are easier ways to ask a guy out, right?” His voice drops to a teasing whisper, and the proximity makes you squirm, the ropes biting into your wrists again. “Just throwing that out there.”

You bite your lip, feeling your breath hitch as your eyes drop to the zipper below his belt. The suit clings to him in all the right ways, the fabric shifting with every slight movement, making it hard to focus. “I’m not hiring you to take me out,” you murmur, voice thick with desire. “I’m hiring you to take me.”

Deadpool freezes for a heartbeat, his eyes narrowing as realization washes over him. Then, with a slow, exaggerated movement, he gasps dramatically, placing a hand over his mouth. “Oh, I see what this is, you dirty little slut!” The mocking tone in his voice, his teasing, sends heat pooling between your thighs. “Gotta admit though, I’m impressed, that’s some next-level commitment right there.”

He places a hand on his hip, still holding the gun in the other. His stance is almost cocky, and even though the mask hides his expression, you can practically feel his grin. “Listen, I’m flattered, but do I look like a hooker to you?! Hate to break it to ya, but I don’t charge by the hour, sweetheart.”

You give him a pleading look, your body tingling with anticipation, the ache between your legs becoming unbearable. “Pretty please” you beg, voice breathless as you shift in the ropes. “Consider it a bonus from your biggest fan, yeah?” Your eyes meet his, the tension between you almost crackling now.

He stares at you, fingers playing idly with his gun, weighing his options. The soft click of metal against metal fills the air as he contemplates. “Not every day I meet a fan who’s this determined to get in my pants,” he muses, his voice teasing but edged with a slight seductiveness.

He looks you up and down, his gaze lingering on your body, the way you’re tied up, chest rising and falling with every desperate breath. “Plus, I do love a good bonus,” he mutters under his breath, just loud enough for you to hear. Finally, with a dramatic sigh, Wade holsters his gun, the sound of the weapon sliding into its sheath sends a shiver down your spine.

“Fuck it, I’ll give you what you want, but only because I admire your sheer, unhinged dedication.” He steps closer, his gloved fingers tracing the ropes binding you to the chair. The leather brushing against your skin made your body tremble.

With a swift motion, he cuts through the ropes securing you to the chair. You feel the sudden release of tension as the bindings fall away, leaving your body free, though your hands remain tied behind your back. He knows exactly what he’s doing, leaving you like that.

“Now, down you go, sweet girl,” he says, voice low and commanding. His hands grip your shoulders, pushing you slowly down to the floor. The rough wood presses against your knees, and you look up at him, your heart pounding.

“On your knees.” His voice is husky, almost a growl, and you feel a thrill of excitement run through you as he watches you, a hint of amusement in his eyes behind the mask. He thought it was about time he deserved some compensation for all his hard work—other than money, of course.

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Descendants Characters as Glee Quotes Part 2

Morgie: People think I went on vacation, but I actually spent the Summer lost in the sewers.

Queen of Hearts: You know there's only one person in this world who can tell you what you are

Red: Me

Queen of Hearts: No. Me. Queen of Hearts

Evie to Mal: I'm gonna say this as nice as I possibly can, but you look like a sad clown hooker.

Uma: I  just try to be really really honest with people but I think that they suck ya know

Ben to Audrey: YOU ARE A MENACE TO THE STATE OF AURADON

Hades: Look at me. Even in the heat of battle, I'm so elegant, regal. I am Ajax, mighty Greek warrior.

Uliana to Bridget: The English language lacks the requisite words to express just how much I dislike you

Red: Let me autocorrect that for you. I tried to break into the Wonderland zoo to get us live tigers but PLOT TWIST: Wonderland doesn't have a zoo! Why did we think it did?

Audrey: Who is more rock n roll than Justin Bieber? No one. That's who.

Hades, leaving the apartment with Maleficent's comforter and Hook's pillow at the break-up.

Maleficent: I'm pretty sure he just took my comforter

Hook: Bitch took my pillow

Red: Are we dating or what?

Chloe: Wait, isn't this a date? Aren't you paying? Cuz I ordered shrimp.

Jay: Are you questioning my badassness

Carlos: I'm Carlos De Vil and I'll be auditioning for the role of kicker

Evie: Mal, quit hogging the bathroom, I needs to re-pencil my eyebrows onnnn

Carlos: Stop the violence

Evie: I'm so depressed I've worn the same outfit twice this week

Chad: I'm SLUT SHAMING YOU, BEN!

Uliana: I will make an environment that is so toxic

Uma: I just need to look good. And I do.

Harry: Gil, lock the Door

Gil: I don't know how to do that

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I Like It Rough

— PAIRING: Patrick Bateman x Fem!OC (Angel💋)

— SUNOPSYS: "There is something special about this girl. Something I have always wanted to unravel."

— CONTAINS: Smut, Patrick's POV, toxic relationship, aggressive foreplay, hair pulling, unprotected rough sex, degradation kink, praise kink and maybe something more :D

— A/N: This is for my beloved @mothhmannn! It was such a pleasure for me to write about your OC! 💕

— SONG REC: Lady Gaga — I Like It Rough

— LINKS: [MASTERLIST] 🪓

The roar of the city was barely audible in the opulent interior of the limousine, and I could care less about the angry expression of the girl sitting next to me. Angel, my beloved, but a spoiled brat. Maybe it was not her fault at all, since I was the one who allowed her to feel special. As if she was not just one of the hookers I used to sleep with.

"Darling," I began, placing my warm palm on her knee. "I know things can be complicated between us, but please don't sit there with that face. It doesn't suit you at all."

Angel, sighing in frustration, just crossed her arms over her chest and turned away from me. 

"Oh, come on, baby, don't be like that," I urged in a stern voice before grabbing her wrist, causing the girl to whimper in pain. "Look at this beautiful bracelet. Do you think you will ever be able to acquire such luxury without me?"

This time, the blonde didn't dare ignore me and locked her big, sad eyes with mine. "Fuck you, Bateman," she hissed through her white teeth. "If you really think you're the only Wall Street man I sleep with, you're delusional and sick," she spat in my face, forcing the blood in my veins to boil, but I didn't allow myself to hurt her. Not yet. "And pathetic."

"Say it again." 

Angel trembled under my grip. I could feel the turmoil inside her, reflected in the way she stared at me, desperate and broken. "You..." she almost whispered, glancing down at the gleaming jewelry around her thin wrist, then raising her eyes to my lips. 

"...are so unbearable."

"Oh, I know, little one," I bridged the distance, snuggling into her like a snake in one swift motion, finding that sweet spot on her delicate neck. "And you love it, don't you? You've always loved that about me."

Whereupon, I kissed her hard, letting go of her wrist only to put her arms on my shoulders. Angel didn't respond to my initiative at first, but then, with a muffled moan, she got on top of me, letting me grope her great ass and pull up the hem of her dress.

"Ah, Patrick," she gasped into my ear as I pressed her harder against my groin, making her feel how much I wanted her. Angel squirmed on my lap before she kissed me again, plunging her wet tongue into my mouth, which I gladly sucked without shame. "Mmhm, fuck!"

With a cheeky grin, I relished the way Angel was grinding on me like a fucking bitch in heat. "That's it, sweetheart," I crooned in a husky voice, my cock straining against the confines of my Valentino pants. "You just need a firm hand."

At my words, I noticed that Angel's humping became less and less vigorous until she stopped moving at all. "Tell me," the obvious pain in her voice. "Tell me what happened last night was just an accident."

The lewd memories came to my mind faster than I could actually think about Angel's words. Closing my eyes, I indulged in the obscene image my brain produced: me lying on the bed with three beautiful girls, Angel being one of them. While two of them were busy with my cock, I sat Angel on my face and made her buck her hips towards me as I stuck out my tongue for her to use.

"Patrick!" A stubborn female voice pulled him out of the tantalizing haze. "Why did you do this to me?"

"Did what?" I asked, assuming she meant the way I slapped her face several times until her lower lip began to bleed. "I thought you loved pain, my fallen Angel."

The girl scoffed as I grinned. "Why did you treat other chicks better than me?"

Was she really jealous? Such an idea made my smirk widen and I couldn't help but squeeze her cheeks, forcing her to claw at my large palm. "How many times do I have to say it?" I whispered against her swollen lips. "No matter how many girls I have, you will always be special to me."

That was only half true, or at least I wanted to believe it, because Angel was just a hooker. But a very hot one. At some point I even wanted to tell her that I didn't want her to sleep with anyone else but me. I wanted to, but something inside me stopped me every time I opened my mouth. Angel kept bubbling something in my ear, but my own thoughts were louder.

As the limousine pulled up to a not-too-fancy looking building in Lower Manhattan, we both realized that this was a breaking point, but this time I let her decide if she wanted to be alone tonight or have my company. The blonde carefully got up from my lap and took a moment to fix her slightly disheveled hair, then she adjusted the hem of her short dress and looked at me with hope. But I didn't understand what she wanted.

"See you next week, I guess," I mumbled, pulling out a thick stack of $100 bills. "Buy yourself some new lingerie for the one I ripped off."

Perplexed, Angel took the money but she didn't move, so I opened the door for her, implying that no one was forcing her to stay. A cold breeze blew into my face as I did so, but the girl just clutched the bills in her hands, on the verge of tears—I could smell her desperation in the air.

"I hate you, Bateman," Angel hissed, her eyes devoid of emotion, shimmering like broken glass. "You…you just don't understand."

Annoyed, I looked at her indifferently, then at the pile of bills. "I think I pay you enough. You should be grateful, you know?"

The moment I heard her muffled sob, I knew it was over, so when she grabbed my hand and forced me to follow her, I was not surprised. Not even a little. Everything was going according to my plan, as usual.

In a few minutes we were in Angel's small apartment. Overwhelmed by the consuming last, I didn't pay attention to the surroundings, I only cared about the place I was going to fuck her while I was holding the girl in my strong arms and she was kissing me if I was about to vanish.

"Fuck, you're gonna stain my suit," I grumbled as she wrapped her legs around my waist, her wet panties rubbing against my expensive suit. "You're such a dirty little whore. My little whore."

"Patrick," Angel whimpered as I bent her over the back of the couch I saw in the living room. Being too impatient, I couldn't wait any longer and my hands were already undoing my belt with practiced ease. "Put on a condom-arhhh!"

Her loud moan echoed through the small room as I slammed into her supple body without any preparation, as I was sure she didn't need it, since she was soaking wet. 

So fucking needy for me. 

"Just like that," I purred with my eyes closed, reveling in the blissful sensation of her warmth enveloping my thick dick. "God, you're so fucking perfect for me, doll."

Blushing, Angel sobbed, but she didn't let a single tear slip down her beautiful but sad face. Even when I yanked her hair, fucking her really hard and forcing her to look at me. Her bright eyes stared at me without any judgment, all I could see was a pure, raw desire that I so eagerly wanted to fulfill.

"Spread your legs wider," my command was obeyed almost instantly. "Good girl," I snaked my fingers between Angel's thighs to tease her blushing clit before pulling down her lace panties and removing them completely. With a guttural growl, I rolled my hips against hers, hitting the most sensitive spot inside her pussy and indulging in the way she screamed for me. "I'm... I'm close, babe."

Arching her elegant back, Angel opened her mouth so invitingly that I couldn't stop myself from sliding a finger inside. "Mhmm," she moaned around my digit as I refocused my attention on her swollen little bud, rubbing it in sync with my thrusts, I could feel her inner channel contracting around me, about to milk me until I was dry. "Pat-Patrick..."

Panting, I pulled my digit out of her warm mouth to wrap both hands around her slender neck, ramming into her with all my might, her small form shuddering with each stroke. Angel was the first to fall apart, she could barely stand on her feet, clinging desperately to the couch, shaking as if from the electric shock. 

This girl. She was perfect. At that moment, she was mine, completely mine. And if I ever found the courage to tell her I wanted her forever, I would probably be free of the obsessive thoughts that had haunted me since I met her. 

My little fallen Angel. 

[bitchinfawkseh]

Vegas Wedding

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Daryl Dixon x Female Reader PRE-APOC

Summary: It's 1990 and you just graduated high school, as a celebration, you and Daryl go to Las Vegas. The next morning, you wake up naked in bed with him after drinking way too much the previous night, but you also have a ring on your finger... a wedding ring.

Word Count: 2341

[A/N] I've been working on this for like a year lols

A spur of the moment Las Vegas trip with your best friend was definitely not something you should have done with little to no funds. You both just graduated high school - well - you did, Daryl dropped out junior year. And the two of you thought it may be fun to drive out to Vegas for the weekend to celebrate your newfound freedom.

The bright neon lights of Vegas were pretty overwhelming from even the car. You stared out the window at the scenery "I wonder how many hookers are working here." You muttered under your breath causing Daryl to snort. You glanced over at your friend, watching as his grip on the steering wheel tightened and he tried to bite back the smile growing on his face. You smiled too. "What?"

He spared you a quick glance before grinning "Don' let anyone else hear ya say tha'. Alrigh'?"

You giggled and nodded "Okay, okay. I won't."

He gestured towards the bottle of rum you were holding onto. "Pass me tha'."

You cocked a brow and crossed your arms "What's the magic word?"

Daryl shot you a glare "Please." You smiled sweetly at him before passing him the over half empty bottle. The sight of your smile made his heart flutter and sent warmth to his cheeks. He was lucky he was drinking right now, otherwise he'd have nothing else to blame for the extensive blush on his cheeks. Daryl finished off the rest of the bottle before tossing it into the back seat.

You rolled down the window just a bit, the cool night breeze hitting your face as you did. You closed your eyes and felt immediate relief as it washed over your heated form. The AC in Daryl's car didn't work, and it didn't help that everything he did made you so horny. "Did you book a hotel?" You asked. He hummed out what sounded like a yes, you had fake credit cards, and he had fake IDs. Although he didn't really use his ID, you two just stole most of the alcohol you got from your parents.

You glanced over at him, his eyes were trained on the road ahead of him. There was a cigarette between his lips and every so often he would exhale a cloud of smoke. It didn't bother you, hell, you smoked too on occasion. It was the 90s, everyone did. "Gimme a hit." You muttered as you scooted closer to him. Daryl grinned slightly before taking a hand off the steering wheel and taking it out of his mouth to rest between his fingertips. "Wha's the magic word?"

You wrinkled your nose at him "Please?" He then passed the moe to you and you took a long drag before blowing the smoke out the open window.

Once you arrived at the hotel (one that you spent way too much money on) you both started to drink more than you have already. The Labyrinth was playing on the small box TV that sat on the dresser in the room. You and Daryl sat side by side on the bed, you were sipping on a beer and he had some cheap whiskey. You swayed a bit and looked up at Daryl. He had a joint between his fingers, courtesy to his older brother Merle.

"Blow it in my face." You instructed as you closed your eyes. Daryl's brows furrowed and he leaned closer to you. "Are ya sure?"

"Yes." You said, confirming it with a small nod. It was a few more seconds before the cloud of marijuana hit your face and you didn't spare a single minute to inhale deeply. Your eyes fluttered open and he was staring right at you, it was a little difficult to figure out what he was feeling. He hid his emotions so well… and right now he looked quite dazed. Like he was thinking about something. Your lips quirked up "What?" You asked as you cocked your head to the side. You thought you saw his eyes dip down to your lips before back to your face. "Nothin'." Daryl muttered.

Your brows raised. "Do you want to kiss me?"

Daryl swallowed hard and shook his head "Nah, forget about it." He grunted. Heat rose in your cheeks and you purse your lips together. You glanced down at your bare thighs, you were just wearing a short night dress and a hoodie. Your mother would kill you if she found out you were alone with a boy, "half naked" in a hotel room. She would probably die herself if she knew it was a Dixon boy too. She told you time and time again that those boys are nothing but trouble and to stay away from them. "I want to kiss you." You whispered softly. You were much too shy to look at him now - you didn't know how he'd react - whether he'd look at you in disgust or just get up and leave.

"Ya…" He trailed off as you glanced up at him. Daryl rubbed the back of his neck and a muscle in his jaw twitched. "Ya don' mean that." Your brows knitted together and your lips parted. "I do." You said firmly. It may or may not be the alcohol giving you a false sense of confidence right now. "Yer drunk." Daryl mumbled.

"So are you."

Daryl's heart felt like it was about to pound right out of his chest - the girl he's liked since freshman year, you wanted to kiss him. What if you were only saying this because you were intoxicated? He didn't want you to regret it later - he cared about you too much for that.

You let out a tiny huff and crawled onto your knees, the plush duvet of the bed rubbed against them. You were now at eye level with Daryl, you puffed out your bottom lip in a pleading manner. "Kiss me, Daryl. Please?"

Your whole "please" and "what's the magic word" spiel started during winter break of freshman year. All because he watched as your dad said that to you after you asked if he could also give Daryl a ride home (your father liked Daryl despite how his dad and brother acted.) Your dad actually thought that Daryl was a nice kid after asking him a series of invasive questions. Now that didn't mean that he was okay with the possibility of you two being alone together, having the door shut while you hung out - none of that. He said privacy led to sex, and sex led to babies - and he wasn't going to have a pregnant teenager in the house.

The last thing you remember is him pressing his lips against yours gently.

Sun poked through the blinds, shining directly onto your face. You squinted and let out a low groan as the immediate pounding headache hit you. What the hell happened last night? You were suddenly aware of the fact that you were naked, your eyes widened and you lifted the sheets to peek at yourself. No weird tattoos or piercings…

Someone deeply exhaled from beside you and shifted slightly. You glanced over and sucked in a sharp breath as you saw him. Daryl - he was in bed with you- he also appeared to be naked - but you weren't about to check. You could only assume that you had sex with your best friend last night in a drunken haze. "Oh my God…" You whispered. A deep heat settled in your cheeks and stomach. "Oh my God!" You said once again, a little louder this time. Daryl's eyes snapped open at the sound of your voice - you seemed panicked. He was immediately aware of the fact that you were naked and that he was as well. Daryl sat up abruptly "Son of a bitch!"

You frantically pulled the sheets up to cover your chest. "Oh my God!" You repeated for the third time. Your heart was practically pounding out of your chest - it felt like you were about to die really.

Everything that happened last night started to hit you all at once. Your stomach was in knots - your heart was pounding in your ears. "We got eloped?!" You yelled in a state of panic. You eloped and had sex with him - all because you got drunk and high!

"Don't look at me!" You yelled at him. Daryl quickly turned his head away from you, his cheeks were tinted pink with embarrassment. "'M sorry." He grunted. You scrambled to put on a hoodie and sweats, he was drunk when he saw your naked body - he may not remember how it exactly looked and he sure as hell wasn't going to get another look right now.

You turned your back towards him and clenched and unclenched your fists. Your nails dug into your palms, making moon marks in them. "Okay, you can put on some clothes now." Daryl didn't say anything but you could hear some rustling and some quiet grumbling. He always got all grumbly when he was embarrassed or upset. It's a cute trait of his, he wouldn't even be saying anything most of the time. Just complete gibberish masked with grumbling. "Turn aroun'." He mumbled. You closed your eyes and exhaled slowly before turning. He was wearing what he was yesterday when you guys got here, grey t-shirt and dark denim jeans. Presumably, he just grabbed them off the floor, not caring to put on clean clothes.

"We-." You began.

He cut you off. "Yeah." He muttered. Your brows furrowed and you crossed your arms. Daryl interrupting you was a bit of a piss off, although the whole situation was also a piss off. But a part of you felt relieved that you had sex with him, even if you didn't remember it - you hoped it at least was good. But getting married to him!? That was extreme - out of the question, he probably didn't even like you. Maybe this could be the first step towards sharing your feelings with him… "We should talk about it." Daryl groaned and sat on the edge of the bed, talking wasn't his strong suit. "Wha's there to talka 'bout? Pre obvious wha' we did."

That made you roll your eyes and sit down beside him, giving just enough space so none of your limbs touched. "Not that. I mean our- our feelings." You said. Daryl stayed silent, meaning you were the one who was supposed to start talking. Just wonderful.

You spun on your heel as the beat dropped in the current song you were listening to - bottle of whiskey in hand. Daryl grabbed your hand and made you turn to face him. "Hey." He mumbled. His lips ghosted over yours and you were quick to stop dancing. Ever since he kissed you - the two of you were all over each other. You grinned against his lips and your eyes fluttered shut, "What?"

"Stop movin', I can't kiss ya when yer wigglin' around." He said before pressing his lips to yours. He tasted like cigarettes - and alcohol, but it tasted so good. He tasted amazing.

Daryl kissed you for a couple more seconds before pulling away. Your grin widened "You like kissing your best friend?" You asked softly. He hesitated before nodding, your expression fell and your brows furrowed. "You don't like kissing me?" Your voice was strained, you hoped it wasn't true. He quickly shook his head and his eyes met yours, "Nah - I do. It's just I don'... I don' wantcha to be my friend. I wantcha to be my girl." Daryl mumbled under his breath. Your eyes widened and your lips parted in surprise, he wanted you to be his girlfriend? You wanted it too - but you also wanted more. "What about your wife?"

Now it was Daryl's turn to be surprised, you wanted to marry him - you wanted to be his wife and you wanted him to be your husband. He wasn't husband material, he wasn't sure he was going to be a good boyfriend to you - let alone husband.

He scoffed, "Ya don't want a church or sum? Big fancy weddin'?" You shook your head and kissed him firmly to show him you meant it. "No, I just want you."

"Ya don't wanna marry me." Daryl said. You pressed a finger to his lips and tilted your head slowly. "Yes I do." You whispered. You leaned closer to him, your smile widening. "I'm sure there's an Elvis wedding chapel close by."

It didn't take much more to convince him to go to the closest wedding chapel.

“Vegas’ wedding laws should be much more strict.” You muttered as you peer at the cheap ring on your left hand. It's silver with intricate details on the band, and it has a cluster of gems that resemble a blocky heart. Daryl hums in agreement and you glance up at him, part of you wondered if he regrets marrying you. You swallow hard and square your shoulders as if trying to build confidence to ask him this. “Daryl,” you breathe and he looks at you almost immediately. The sound of his name on your lips is like an angel’s cry. He wasn't much for romantics, but it doesn't mean he doesn't think it occasionally. Finally, you ask the question: “do you regret marrying me?”

Daryl falls silent and angles to stare at the floor, he doesn't regret it - not one bit. He never pictured marrying you, he always thought you'd marry some rich guy and pop out a buncha babies; but, you being his and him being yours makes him happy. Gingerly, he sets his hand over top of yours, feeling the gem from your ring against his palm as he entwined your fingers. “Nah, I don’.”

You smile wide and glance down at your hands, relief filling you and his words making your heart flutter. He doesn't regret marrying you - he wants to stay with you.

Hopefully mom and dad won't be too upset that you are Mrs Dixon now.

[mystinkylefttoe26]

Night at the club-Ghost/Simon Riley

cw: bodyguard!simon, dub con, mention of alcohol consumption, p in v unprotected, drunk sex, fingering, squirting, car sex, slight dumbification

summary : you drag your bodyguard Simon to the club and end up having to suffer the consequences…

It was currently midnight and you were quickly making you way downstairs with the hope off not waking your bodyguard.

Your right in front of the door and so far nobody has caught you yet ,ok pff I got this‘ you think to yourself.

Just as your about to reach for the doorknob, a dark husky voice sounds behind you „what do you think your doing ?“ 

You turn around and of course there’s your mountain of a bodyguard ghost standing with an eyebrow raised in a questioning manner.

„I uhm…I’m just going for an…evening walk“ you respond, internally slapping yourself for the stupid excuse. 

„Uh huh and your doing that dressed like a fucking hooker ?“ Ghost asks sarcastically.

„Come on quit the lyin‘ what were you really planning“ 

„Wanna go to the club…“ you say smiling sheepishly.

„You know your not allowed to do that.“ Ghost say’s sternly.

„But I’m going with my friends I’ll be fine, come on pleaseee just this once“ you plead. 

„Nuh uh“ Ghost says shaking his head „sorry doll“ 

„Ok, fine“ you reply grumpily, but quickly get an idea that could save your night and mood „what about you come with me ?“ you ask 

„No that’s not part of my job“ -„come on please with you there I’d be safe and have a fun night“ you whine giving him the cutest puppy dog eyes you can muster.

„Ok, you know what fine“ ghost says seemingly affected by your cute expression.

„Omg thank you, thank you, thank you“ you cheer running up to him and giving him a quick hug.

20 minutes later and you have arrived at the club.

You walk in and immediately spot your group of friends quickly rushing over to them …ghost following behind you. 

“Hi guys sorry I’m late” your friends quickly greet you before quietly asking who the giant of a man behind you is.

“Oh no he’s not my boyfriend, just my bodyguard” you explain.

You get involved in a conversation with your friends, while ghost just stands beside you clearly not interested in the conversation or your friends. 

In the corner of your eye you spot a cute guy seemingly without a companion or a girl clinging to his arms.

Your friends follow your eye line and immediately hype you up saying you should go to talk to him and that you desperately needed some ,dick’.

you turn to ghost „hey im gonna go to that guy over there” you say. 

ghost nods and immediately stands up wanting to follow you.

"no can you like stay here” you ask. Ghost grumbles out a quiet “fine”.

you walk over to the guy and tap him on the shoulder. 

he turns around hungrily eyeing you up and down. “ what’s up pretty girl ?” 

the whole time you were talking to him you felt like someone was watching you the entire time.

15 minutes later of talking and flirting things were getting more…heated.

you currently making out with the boy,until suddenly someone completely rips you off him.

„i uh what” you shriek looking up at simon confused.

“were going home.”he says sternly not leaving room for the discussion, before hes already lifted you up over his shoulder and was carrying you out of the club. 

"what what are you doing” you ask still kind off confused, the frew drinks you’ve had definitely not helping your comprehension. 

“what you want or need…” ghost grumbles.

He quickly opens his car’s door and shoving you to the backseat,before climbing in himself.

The way he’s looking at you makes you feel way smaller than you already are compared to him.

he’s looking like a predator catching it’s prey…

he quickly pulls you toward him and onto his lap holding you secure with his big hands on your hips. 

“hmm baby this what you wanted ?” he asks rhetorically. While his eager hands are already squishing and groping at your butt.

your so confused this is all happening to fast and your earlier alcohol consumption was not helpful.

“said ya needed some dick” ghost says while already punching up your dress at your hips. 

“don’t worry baby i’ll give ya som’” ghost looks down at your body with hooded eyes “no panties baby, damn you want it bad…”

ghost makes quick work off undoing his belt and pushing down his pants and boxers.

you look down and to say you were shocked was an understatement…

“si, no th-thats never going to fit..” you shriek out.

“dont worry baby i’ll make it fit” ghost says while giving his cock a few strokes “mhmm fill ya up nice wont it ?” 

ghost quickly takes two off his fingers before spitting on them and rubbing them trough your folds and tapping them at your entrance.

“fuck baby, your so wet” ghost chuckles.

to be fair you had always found ghost attractive so you weren’t surprised.

ghost pushes his fingers inside while you let out an almost pornograpic moan.

“fuck so t-tight-wonder how you gonna react to my cock” ghost mutters 

ghost presses his thumb to your clit rubbing it in circles.

“g-ghost mmm gonna c-cum” you say through whimpers 

“yeah baby ya close ?” 

a loud moan is your only response before your climax is already coming.

ghost slowly pulls out his fingers while you whimper softly and lean your head on his shoulder.

“think ya ready for my cock now ?” “mhm” you mumble softly.

ghost quickly flips you onto ur back “press ur knees to ur shoulders” he commands 

you quickly obey and are now laying in a mating press.

ghost teasingly rubs his tip up and down ur folds.

before slowly pushing his needy tip inside ur little hole.

“fuck baby gripping me like a fucking vice” he grunts.

you just mewl and stir under him already overstimulated at the feeling of his fat tip dragging against your walls.

“gonna go futher now,ok ?” 

a simple nod is all that comes from you but thats enough conformation simon needs to push his dick fully in.

“god baby so tight” “not gonna last long this way” he groans while making quick work with his fingers at your clit hoping to get your more relaxed and open for him.

fuck, you feel so full and the occasional twitching of his cock inside you just makes it all better. 

“mhm gonna move now kay ?” 

“mhmm please si” you moan out wanting him to hurry up and finally start fucking you.

and Simon does exactly that pulling out till only his tip is left inside you and then snapping his hips back against you.

your both moaning now trough ghosts thrusting but ghost makes a quick work at shutting you up by capturing your lips in a sloppy kiss. 

“fuck baby was so jealous earlier” ghost grunts “that frat dude didnt deserve ya need a real man” 

ghost gives his words more meaning by accentuating each of them with a hard thrust deep inside you.

“f-faster si-i” you moan out.

“yea you want it faster” ghost ask teasingly while increasing his pace almost machine like 

you cant even think anymore all you feel his..so,so deep inside you. 

“fuck baby cant even think no more can ya” ghost chuckles 

all you can do is weakly nod drool running out your mouth and everything while you helplessly moan and whine. 

“look baby” ghost says pointing at your stomach.

you tiredly look down and there right under your belly button is a little bump that moves with each of ghosts thrusts.

simon presses on the pump and thats it for you.

with a long high pitch moan your squirting, wetting the car seats and also simons torso.

“oh god baby” simon groans seemingly also close himself

with a few more thrusts ghost empties himself coating your insides in his sticky white sperm.

ghost collapses on top of you “did so good princess” “so proud of ya took it like a champ”

“mhm” you mumble still exhausted lazily dragging your nails across his back in a comforting manor.

“should flirt with random boys more often” you giggle 

“don’t ya think bout it baby” ghost mumbles softly in your ear before pressing a tender kiss to your temple.

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[valeheartsdior]

star lust - TEASER

『 pairings: haechan x johnny! reader 』

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MINORS DNI THIS BLOG CONTAINS EXPLICIT

CONTENT ! 18+

『 preview | johnny harshly whispers in your ear “you’re my little slut who will be taking hucks and i dick in your two little holes baby, but first let me open that pretty little cunt up” he brings up your hand and licks two digits bringing them down to your pulsing core.

Warnings 』// desperate, begging, possessive, throat grabbing, oral, unprotected sex, anal, blowjob, praise, slapping, crying, squirting, finger sucking, multiple reader orgasms, dom/sub reader, johnny dom, haechan dom, mean haechan

© valeheartsdior 2024 - all rights reserved

“Y/N!You’re telling me you got an invitation to the biggest party of the year?”

“But wait you’re debating on going because johnny made sure he personally gave it to you infront of the whole class and he practically embarrassed you?” Your bestfriend laughs

You always seen yourself as a beautiful girl, you had your share of boyfriends through high school and now well college, but after hooking up with Haechan one night after you had more than a couple drinks things suddenly started changing.

“Yes, Johnny is super hot and I would want him on me but I don’t know I guess I’m just scared I will be going into the lions den if I go…” sighing over the phone

“Y/N common you need to get fucked it’s been what a couple months since you’ve actually had someone in you, and from what you tell me they completely don’t understand a girl’s needs!”

Oh god what have you gotten yourself into?

You set a timer for 9 pm, if there was going to be anything that was happening tonight you had to shave from head to toe you had to be ready. As the time passed you started to get nervous thinking how you’ve had gotten manipulated into going, ok no one was pointing a gun at your head to go but the heat in your core was waiting with anticipation if Johnny was going to make a move tonight.

You wore a black mini skirt so mini that if you were to bend over you would flash the whole nct frat house. You paired it with a jean corset that hugged your girls just right making them pop, fuck you looked like a hooker but a mission was a mission.

[cloudlessly-light]

Can you please right me a Hotchniss fic for my birthday. I had an idea inspired by the Vegas ep 4x06. Where because they were all staying in Vegas overnight Emily and Hotch slept together but I'm a bad writer so I was hoping you could do it for me.

It's JJ is sleeping in her room, Dave is drinking in his, Spencer is with his mom, Derek is at the hotel bar trying to distinguish between hookers and girls that are actually interested in him and Hotch and Emily are at the bar waiting for their drinks so that they can copy Dave. But the drinks are taking a while so they sit there together waiting and laughing at Derek not being able to tell the difference between a hooker and someone that is interested in him and Emily asks him about Jack. They end up staying at the bar and getting drunk instead of going to their rooms. Eventually Emily wants to go for a walk with Hotch to the beach so they go to the pier buy ice cream then go to the beach Emily falls over a rock, Hotch carries her to a shop where he buys a couple of towels and a change of clothes for her, Emily gets changed at the beach while Hotch holds a towel up to stop other people seeing, the head back to the hotel, Hotch buys Em a hot chocolate to warm her up he also puts his arm round her for body heat, they get back to the hotel Emily tells him to order them a cocktail (Derek is still there but never notices them) Hotch orders the cocktails, Emily comes back sits next to him but the an older couple come over and there's only one seat left next to Em so she gets up thinking Hotch would give her his but he just points to his lap and she sits where he points, Em says something neither of them remember what it was but it turned Hotch on, he kisses her neck, Em says finish your drink then we're going to my room, they walk past Derek holding hands (Derek is still oblivious), makeout session in elevator, smut in Em's room, Hotch sneaks out in the morning and then something about BAU fam finding out.

Sorry that was long but could you do it and put it on A03 and tag me, my username is PrentissmyHotch

Thanks xx

A/N: Happy birthday @prentissmyhotch! I hope you like this little fic and that you have a great day!

Title: Running through my mind  Summary: “You think you could find something to do in Vegas for the night?”

Because Aaron and Emily most certainly did. Word count: 5,3k Rating: Explicit   Warnings: Smut, dirty talk, idiots who’ve hidden their feelings for too long, consumption of alcohol

They were all a little tired, emotionally drained. Cases involving kids always had everyone on edge. But it had ended as well as expected, a child getting to go home to his parents and a woman in clear need of help being taken away in handcuffs. It had been Spencer who needed to stay, they had all noticed the way he was clearly distracted, and Aaron had arranged for them all to stay in Vegas for another night. So as the youngest member of their team spent some much needed time with his mother, the rest of them went to dinner.

It was a team dinner spent talking and laughing as they let the tension from the last couple of days roll off them. By the time the bill was placed on the table, their spirits were heightened and Derek suggested that they’d go to the hotel bar, never one to not take advantage of a good time.

“I’m beat, you guys.” JJ said as she rubbed over her baby bump, already suppressing a yawn. “Don’t go to crazy now.” She winked at Derek and Emily before walking toward the elevators. Dave was quick to join her, mumbling something about needing a drink and a cigar alone, away from the bright lights and loud people.

“That doesn’t sound like a bad idea.” Emily says as she makes her way over to the bar with Aaron while Derek heads toward a group of women. “Getting an early night in I mean.”

“Yes. Maybe we should get these drinks and take them back to our rooms.” He agrees easily as he flags down the bartender. He orders himself a scotch and without missing a beat a martini for her.

“How did you know that I drink martinis?” She smiles at him as he shrugs.

“You’ve mentioned it before. And the few times I’ve seen you drink it’s either martini or wine.” He turns to lean against the bar and catches Derek on the other side of the room, already talking to a woman.

“Do you think that’s a working girl or someone who’s actually interested in him?” Emily asks as she mimics him and leans back against the bar as they wait for their drinks.

“I think that’s exactly what Morgan is trying to figure out.” He chuckles and when she joins him he can’t help the slight flutter in his chest at the sound. It wasn’t something new, it had been like this for months, his affection for his subordinate something he didn’t act on, but was getting harder and harder to ignore.

“I think you’re right.” She looks behind her at the bartender who seems to be drowning in orders and she sighs. It looked like they’d have to wait a while. “How’s Jack?”

The question seemed to catch him off guard but he smiled fondly at the thought of his son.

“He’s good. He’s getting into superheroes and cars.” He turns slightly to face her, suddenly a little more serious. “It’s been a bit of an adjustment for him, the divorce.”

“He’s three, it must be hard for him to understand.” She refrains from touching him, but she can feel the urge to take his hand or hug him, a feeling that she had become used to feeling. Her attraction toward him had been instant, but ever since his divorce it had become something more, something stronger than just attraction.  

“Yeah. We’ve tried to explain, but you’re right.” The sound of glass against wood causes him look away from her and to the drinks that the bartender places in front of them. He nods his thanks as he pays and ignores Emily’s protests as he does.

“You’ll pay the next round.” He tells her and with that, they find a table, any thought of going back to their rooms all but gone.

They spend the next hour talking about anything and everything as they drink their way through a few drinks each. Occasionally they’d spot Derek, still finding his way through a multitude of women, seemingly to be enjoying himself. Neither of them were surprised, Derek was attractive and charming and women always flocked to him like moths to a flame.

“I never saw it.” She says suddenly after watching her friend turn what was for sure a prostitute away.

“Saw what?” Aaron asked before taking a small sip of his scotch, the alcohol was starting to affect them both.

“What it is that drives women crazy around him.” She looks from Derek to him, a smirk on her face as her dark eyes zero in on him. “He isn’t my type I guess.”

“What is your type?” He asks before he could stop himself, somehow lost in the depth of her eyes. The longer they had sat there talking, it felt like their inhibitions had lowered.

“I guess… it’s more about the personality. But tall, dark and mysterious is a trait most of my exes have in common.” Her smirk deepens and she catches the way his jaw clenched just slightly. The alcohol was clearly making her more brazen and she knows that she should try and control herself. She caught the slight curve of his smile, the arch of one eyebrow as he looked at her in a way she knows he shouldn’t. It was too much, they were walking a paper thin line and somewhere in the back of her mind she realized that she needed to sober up. “I want ice cream.” She says and the bluntness of it takes him back, but it was the best she could come up with to cut through the sudden tension between them.

“Ice cream? In the middle of the night?” He chuckles as she nods, her smile becoming bigger.

“Yeah, that’s the best time for ice cream.” She grins at the way he’s clearly trying to see if she’s joking or not but when she stands he quickly follows her.

Once they’re outside she takes a few deep breaths, the fresh air helping her to clear her mind. Aaron is right beside her, standing a little closer than he normally would and they start to walk. Even now, the streets were full of people, mostly drunk tourists that were loud and rowdy and she felt Aaron tug her a little closer to him. She couldn’t help but to find his slight protectiveness attractive.

Every time their hands bumped together he forced himself from taking it in his, he shouldn’t go there, he couldn’t, even if his attraction towards her was close to maddening, especially now with alcohol clouding his judgement and Emily being more relaxed in his presence than he’d ever seen her.

It’s not long until they find a place that serves ridiculously huge scoops of ice cream and she drags him over to the counter. She orders a cone with cookie dough ice cream and as she pays she turns to him.

“You don’t want any?”

“No, I’m okay.” He watches with dark eyes as she licks the cone absentmindedly, and he has to bite the inside of his cheek to keep the dirty thoughts at bay.

“Your loss.” She winks and takes another lick of the ice cream, a happy moan falling from her at the sweet taste. The way he’s staring at her doesn’t go unnoticed by her and her stomach knots up in nervous excitement. It was wrong, she knew it was, but she couldn’t help herself as she takes a longer, slower lick, just to test her theory and when she sees his tongue swipe over his bottom lip she gets the confirmation she needs. It wasn’t one-sided, it wasn’t just the alcohol.

“Let’s go for a walk, sober up.” He mutters as a way to distract himself. His mind is reeling, he knows she’s trying to get a reaction out of him, but he wasn’t sure if it was only because she found it fun to tease him, or because she was drunk or maybe she even felt the way he did. Whatever the reason, he had to focus on something else, even if all he wanted was to kiss her.

She fell into step with him easily. It was dumb, she knew that, but she had wanted him from day one, had forced herself to ignore the attraction towards him for almost two years now. It had gotten harder after his divorce, but it had been working. That was until tonight, because right now it felt like the pent up attraction had come to a boil, and even though she knew she should put a lid on it, something was stopping her. It was him, the way he was looking at her with the same want she felt, and she knew that as much as they both tried to deny it, it was useless.

The tension between them only got more pronounced as they talked, subtle flirting slowly leading to a few more discrete touches, a few more knowing looks. It was exciting, it was fun, it was something they both had wanted for so long.

They walk together while she finished the ice cream and as she threw a couple of napkins in a trash bin, she shivered slightly from the night air. The cold air had finally caught up to her, together with the coldness from the ice cream and she suddenly felt herself freezing.

“Are you okay?” He asks as he watches the goosebumps on her exposed arms as she crosses them.

“Yes, just a little cold.” She offers him a smile and then sees him unbuttoning his suit jacket and she shakes her head. “No it’s okay Hotch.”

“Just take it.” He tells her evenly but she doesn’t move and he sighs. “You’re always so stubborn Emily.” There’s no malice in his voice, only a hint of teasing and he puts the jacket over her shoulders. He stares at her until she rolls her eyes and uncrosses her arms to be able to put it on completely.

“You’re so dramatic.” She mutters but she couldn’t deny that the warmth of his jacket and the smell that was so distinctively Aaron, made her immediately relax a little.

“Yeah yeah, whatever you say Prentiss. Come on let’s head back to the hotel.” He barely even takes notice that his hand lingers on her lower back as he ushers her forward.

“You’re right, it’s getting late.” She agrees, still shivering slightly even with his jacket around her. Her arms crosses again as they walk, her main focus on getting back to the hotel but then Aaron stops suddenly.

“Hold on.” He says and quickly walks over to a coffee stand, leaving Emily to watch him curiously. When he comes back he hands her a take-away cup and when she smells it she can’t help but to smile at him.

“Hot chocolate, what am I 5 years old?” She teases and he snickers at her.

“It’ll get you warmed up. It’s too late for coffee.” He watches as she takes a sip and when she hums happily he smiles. “See, not such a bad idea huh.” They start to walk again and he wraps his arm around her shoulders as she drinks from her cup.

She looks up at him with knowing eyes and his eyebrow raises in return.

“Body heat is a good way to get warmed up is it not?” He leers and she laughs softly. “Or should I stop?”

“No-” She says too quickly and then faulters as she feels her cheeks heat up. “Don’t, it does help.”

So he keeps his arm around her and as they get closer to the hotel he feels her relax fully into him, any shivering gone and a little more color back in her cheeks. He only let’s go when they’re back at the hotel and Emily hands him his jacket back with a smile.

“Thank you.”                                                                                                        

“No worries. You look better in my clothes than I do.” He feels want tug low in his gut when she blushes and he realizes that he doesn’t want their night to end just yet. Luckily for him, Emily seemed to have similar feelings.

“Want to have one last drink?” She asks and he nods.

“One more drink sound nice.” He lets her lead the way back to the bar. He catches Derek at a table in the back, two women sitting with him and he shakes his head at the younger man. Derek doesn’t notice them though, too caught up in conversation to care about his surroundings anymore.

“I have to go to the bathroom, do you mind ordering me a drink?” Emily’s voice cuts through the loud atmosphere and he looks down at her.

“Not at all.” He watches as she heads to the bathroom and then goes to the bar and quickly orders them their drinks. It was even more crowded now than it had been earlier in the night and he walks around the bar only to find a small table with three seats available.

When Emily comes back a couple of minutes later she happily sits down next to him and clinks her glass with his.

“Cheers.” She takes a sip of her drink and relaxes. She catches Derek walking through the bar, but he’s still oblivious to their presence.

“Cheers.” He says and drinks from his glass, the amber liquid sliding down easily with a pleasant burn. His eyes stay on her, he had always found her beautiful, but he rarely got to see this side of her. They had already crossed the line, he knew that, so why not take the plunge?

“Excuse me?”

The sound of an older man talking to Emily gets her attention from where she had been clocking Derek.

“Yes?” She asks as she looks at a man probably twice her age, standing with what she could only assume was his wife.

“I’m terribly sorry, but there’s no tables left, I was wondering if it would be alright if my wife sat next to you?” He looks at the empty spot next to her.

“Oh of course, and you can take mine it’s no bother.” She jumps up quickly and walks around the table to stand next to Aaron.

“Thank you dear. You have a good night with your handsome man.” The older woman smiles at them and Emily laughs at the way Aaron blushes.

She expects him to get up and offer her his seat, after all Aaron was always a gentleman, but when he stays quiet and simply looks at her with a dark stare she feels herself wondering what he’s up to. Then he points to his lap, wordlessly telling her to sit and she feels herself flush. They had gone beyond what would be considered just colleagues tonight, but this would make it official, after this it felt like there was no turning back.

“Come on.” He urges her but she doesn’t need any more prompting and carefully sits down on his lap. His arm comes around her waist to steady her and she sucks in a sharp breath.

“Is this your move? Getting women to sit on your lap?” Her voice comes out slightly breathy and his fingers tighten against her side.

“No, this was just a coincidence.” He whispers against her ear and she shivers slightly.

“A happy coincidence.” She looks out over the crowd of people for a moment and she feels his lips grace her neck. “Don’t start something you won’t finish.”

“Trust me, I plan to finish this.” He mumbles before he places a soft kiss to the back of her neck. When she cranes her neck slightly he kisses her again, slow kisses placed along her skin until she’s squirming on his lap, her breathing slightly ragged.

“Finish your drink, then we’re going to my room.” She tells him before finishing her own in one gulp and then gets off his lap only to see him doing the same. The look in his eye makes her gasp, the dark orbs filled with want as he watches her. She takes his hand without thinking, only registers the size and warmth of his palm against hers for a second before she starts to drag him out of the bar and towards the elevators.

Derek doesn’t notice that they walk right past him, if he did they never would have heard the end of it.

The seconds before the elevator arrives seem endless but as the doors opens and they find it empty Emily breathes a sigh of relief. She walks in first and stands against the back wall as Aaron presses the button to their floor. When he turns to her she feels like prey, his eyes never leaving her as he takes a small step toward her and crowds her space.

“Kiss me.” She whispers against his face, his forehead pressing against hers.

“Will you regret this tomorrow?” He asks, hands finding their way to her hips as he waits for her reply.

“Not if you won’t.” She tells him honestly and he breathes a sigh before kissing her. He tastes like scotch and mint and Aaron and it is addictive. She doesn’t think she could ever stop kissing him. His tongue licks at the seam of her lips and as she opens her mouth to him, her hand tangles in his short hair to keep him close.

They don’t stop kissing until the elevator stops and the doors open, revealing another couple who awkwardly clear their throats.

“Sorry.” Aaron mutters while Emily laughs as he drags her out of the elevator toward her room. She fishes out her key card while he presses kisses along the back of her neck and shoulder, his front pressing to her back.

“You’re distracting me.” She mumbles when her hands tremble too much to get the card into the slide.

“You haven’t seen nothing yet.” He mutters against her ear before biting the lobe.

“Cocky, aren’t you?” She smiles and then finally gets the door open and they tumble inside. He’s already tugging on her shirt, his hands seemingly everywhere and she turns in his arms.

“No, not cocky.” He says as she gets his shirt unbuttoned. “Self-assured.” He smirks at the way she looks up at him with an arched eyebrow.

The rest of their clothes end up in piles on the floor in between heated kisses and exploring touches. By the time Aaron gently pushes her back against the bed she’s panting, her body feeling like it was set ablaze from the sheer want she felt for him. She looks up at him, standing in just his boxers and she can’t help but to slowly take in just how gorgeous he is.

“Why are you hiding all of this under those suits of yours?” She teases as her hands move up his stomach and chest, feeling the muscles under soft skin. When she digs her nails into his chest quickly he groans, the sound low and breathy and before she knows it he’s on her, effortlessly lifting her higher on the bed as he settles above her.

His hands travel down her body, thick fingers exploring every curve and dip of her as he swallows up her soft gasps. Her bra is thrown across the room the second he gets it undone, and his mouth follows the same trail that his fingers had, tasting her skin eagerly. He feels her fingers in his hair, her blunt nails scratching his scalp gently and he feels a shiver along his spine. When he sucks a nipple into his mouth, her grip on his hair tightens slightly and she arches into him.

“Fuck, Aaron.” She moans softly and he knows that he has to hear his name fall from her lips like that again, the sound shooting straight down to his cock. He bites down on her nipple and tugs and when she gasps he hums in satisfaction.

“You like that?” He rasps and she nods, her dark eyes hooded as she looks up at him. “You want more?”

“Yes.” She whispers and when his thigh press between her legs she grinds against him, searching for more friction. “Get your boxers off.”

He chuckles at her impatience but still tugs his boxers off and then helps her out of her underwear. His eyes rake over her body but he doesn’t get as much time as he had liked to truly worship her like he wanted, because Emily was dragging him down against her again and kissing him desperately.

“You’re sure about this right?” He can’t help but to ask when they break apart and she smiles softly.

“I don’t think I’ve ever wanted anything more.” The confession makes something in his chest warm, and he knew that they’d have to talk about what this meant later, but right then all he wanted was her. The feeling of her hand suddenly around him makes him groan and he bites down on her neck.

“You’re huge.” She gasps in surprise as she feels him. All of a sudden his earlier cockiness made sense and she feels excitement in the pit of her stomach.

“Think you can take it?” He pulls back to look at her, wanting her to still be sure, but all he’s met with is a filthy grin.

“Aaron, fuck me.” She spreads her legs wider and rubs the tip of him through her folds. “Feel how wet I am.”

“Jesus.” He hisses at the heat of her, of her slick coating him and he grabs her wrist to pull her hand away from his shaft. “You’re going to be trouble aren’t you?” He smirks at the way her eyes gleam with something mischievous. Whatever her reply was going to be gets caught in her throat when he pushes inside of her, her jaw slackening and head falling back against the pillow at the stretch of him.

“Oh, God.” She sucks in a breath as he bottoms out, the fill of him almost too much.

“That’s it, good girl.” He whispers against her ear and he feels her clench around him in response, confirming something he had already been pretty sure about. “Tell me how it feels.” He pulled out slowly, only to thrust forward again, finding a rhythm.

Between his low voice in her ear and the feeling of him inside of her she was already going crazy and she wrapped her legs tighter around his hips, pulling him harder against her.

“It feels so good.” She gets out, voice breathy. “You feel so fucking good.”

Her words make him move a little faster, a growl in his chest at the way she bites down on his neck to keep from moaning louder. He pins her hands above her head with a smug look on his face as he looks down at her.

“That’s my girl, you’re taking me so well.” His hands tighten around her wrist when she tries to get free and then he thrusts hard, making her moan loudly.

“Let me touch you.” She gasps, eyes close to pleading and it’s another few seconds before he lets go of her. The second her hands are free she pulls him into a kiss, her hand on the back of his neck while the other moves down to grip his hip tightly.

She breaks away from the kiss when the need of air becomes too much, and she kisses down his stubbled jaw, to his neck, she licks over his pulse and hears his grunt something close to her name. She takes notes of what makes his hips stutter and jaw clench and when she feels him sneaking a hand between their bodies to rub her clit, she sucks a bruise into his neck.

They stay like that, clutching each other until Emily is tensing underneath him, her moans becoming louder and breather and it’s not long until she’s clenching around him.

“Come for me baby.” He encourages her, continues to whisper dirty words and praise in her ear until she cries out loudly.

She feels the pleasure of her orgasm everywhere, her body feeling blissfully heavy and ears buzzing as he kisses his name off her lips. When he pulls out only to roll her over and gets her on her hands and knees she only moans softly.

He pulls her up against him, his chest pressing against her back as he wraps an arm around her body, fingers finding her clit again as the other holds her neck gently to keep her still.

“Let’s do that again.” He mutters and pushes back inside of her with a groan.

“Aaron- I can’t.” She gasps, her hips twitching at the steady pressure on her clit.

“Yes you can.” He drags his hips lazily against hers, feels her fluttering pulse against his fingertips as he fucks her slowly. “You feel so good on my cock, feel so tight coming on it.”

“Oh… fuck!” She hisses when he changes the angle slightly, hitting into her perfectly and she feels his smirk against the back of her neck.

“That’s it.” He licks the sweat from her skin, keeps circling her clit until she’s straining and gripping his forearm hard enough to leave bruises. Their pace quickens slightly and as she tightens around him for a second time he can feel his own orgasm building.

It’s only a few minutes later that Emily comes with a whimper, her body shaking in his arms. Through blurry pleasure she hears him groan as he pulls her tight against him. The heat of his release makes her sigh, and she lets her head rest back against his shoulder as they both try to catch their breath.

“That was incredible.” She mumbles against his neck and when he chuckles she smiles.

“It was.” He places a gentle kiss against her shoulder and then urges her to lie down on the bed. “Hold on.” He moves off the bed and goes to the bathroom and wets a towel in warm water. When he comes back, Emily is laying under the covers, hair wild and make up smudged and she’s never looked more beautiful to him.

She smiles softly when he carefully cleans between her thighs, the gesture feeling more intimate than anything they’ve done so far. Once he’s done he goes back to leave the towel and then quickly climbs under the covers with her.

“So.” She says, her fingers drawing random patterns on his chest.

“So.” He pulls her closer, hugging her against his chest.

“What do we do now?” She’s almost afraid of the answer, unsure if he would regret this now after the cloud of lust and alcohol had disappeared.

“We sleep for a couple of hours. And then if you want, I’ll take you out on a proper date when we get back home?” He watches as she smiles, something big and infections and he smiles too.

“Yeah?” She bites her bottom lip when he nods.

“Yeah.” He kisses her quickly. “I’ve wanted this for a long time.”

“I have too.” She admits. Suddenly it felt dumb that she had ignored her feelings for so long.

“But,” Aaron stifles a yawn and looks at the clock. “We only have about three hours before everybody’s getting ready to leave. So how about we sleep, and talk more tomorrow?”

“That sounds good.” She mumbles, all of a sudden feeling how tired she actually was. His arm stays around her, keeps her close as she relaxes into the bed.

She didn’t remember a time when she felt this safe.

Aaron wakes up at the sound of his alarm only a couple of hours later. Emily was beside him, stirring at the sound and her eyebrows furrowed.

“Do we have to get up already?” She mumbles, still half asleep and he kisses her with a low chuckle.

“Go back to sleep, I just have to get to my room before everyone wakes up.” He ignores the way he wants nothing more than to stay in bed with her and gets out of bed to get dressed.

“JJ is probably awake already, be quiet when you pass her room.” She sits up, ignores the slight headache and how her muscles ache in favor of watching him. He nods as he finishes getting dressed and then leans over the bed to kiss her, lingering slightly and she cups his cheek, feeling the rough stubble against her palm.

 “I’ll see you downstairs.” He presses another kiss to her lips before slowly opening the door to make sure no one’s in the corridor.

“Bye.” She whispers and when the door closes behind him, she can’t help the happy smile on her face.

*

She finds Dave and Derek in the lobby when she comes carrying her bag only a couple of hours later. She’s tired and hungover and the sound of the machine Derek is playing on makes her head throb.

“Please Morgan, my head.” She flops down on the couch next to Dave.

“Rough night?” The older man asks as she rubs her forehead.

“From the sounds of it you had a very good night.” The teasing tone from Derek makes her look up. “Look all I’m saying is that your room was right next to mine.”

She doesn’t get the chance to reply, JJ and Aaron arriving just as she’s trying to think of a suitable lie.

“So who was the mystery man?” Dave prods her, his finger poking at her upper arm and she shakes her head.

“No one.” Her eyes find Aaron who seems caught up on what’s happening already.

“We should head to the airport.” He cuts them all off before the conversation can continue. He turns his head to Derek who’s still laughing at her embarrassment when JJ grabs his arm.

“What is that?” Her blue eyes were zeroed in on Aaron, eyebrows narrowed as she reaches for his collar. He’s too slow to stop her and she tugs on the collar of his shirt to reveal a dark hickey and she gasps. “A hickey?!”

“Well, well, well.” Dave laughs and watches as Aaron looks between all of them and then finally his eyes lands on Emily who’s hiding her face in her hands.

“No way, there’s no way.” Derek says while JJ looks at her best friend with her mouth open.

“Can we please not talk about this right now?” Emily looks to Aaron, it was still so fresh, they had barely talked about what they were to each other, so how were they supposed to have this conversation with their team?

“It happened.” Aaron cuts off any further conversation and walks to stand beside Emily and rests his hand on her shoulder. He squeezes it gently and feels the tension in her body lessen slightly. “This isn’t something we’re going to discuss right now.”

“What does this mean though?” JJ was the one to ask, never one to beat around the bush with either of them.

“It means that it’s new and we haven’t figured it out yet.” Emily gives Derek a warning look, her voice holding a slight edge.

“I think it’s great. It’s not like this haven’t been building for a while.” Dave offers and JJ nods along.

“Yeah, but maybe, if you want some time to figure things out before a team of profilers find out, maybe don’t suck a hickey into another person’s neck like a fourteen-year-old.” The blonde jokes and Derek and Dave laugh as Emily’s blushes, feeling mortified and Aaron just shakes his head at them.

“I hate Vegas.” Emily groans and rubs her forehead to try and lessen the headache as she leans into Aaron’s body.

“Oh come on Prentiss how can you hate Vegas, it’s a grown folk’s playground. And clearly you took advantage.”

“Morgan!” Two voices scold him, but they’re only met by more laughter.

[zoidriguez]

Take Your Time [Maybe]

Pairing: Bender Rodríguez/Original Character

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 2,590

AO3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/57895843

Summary + text under the cut.

Mouthplates crashed into each other, sparks flying, hands searching every inch of the other’s body, heat burning up their digits but neither of them caring enough to stop. This evening had escalated way quicker than either of them thought it would. …

Summary:

Mouthplates crashed into each other, sparks flying, hands searching every inch of the other’s body, heat burning up their digits but neither of them caring enough to stop. This evening had escalated way quicker than either of them thought it would. … Bender and Lucy get the place to themselves and things get hot n heavy. Selfship.

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Notes:

Lucy: https://www.newgrounds.com/art/view/cliveisawesome223/lucy-ref-sheets

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Mouthplates crashed into each other, sparks flying, hands searching every inch of the other’s body, heat burning up their digits but neither of them caring enough to stop. This evening had escalated way quicker than either of them thought it would.

Fry and Leela had gone out on a date. Or a vacation. Or camping. Or something. Whatever. Neither Bender nor Lucy knew what the hell the meatbags were up to and neither really cared. What they did care about was that they now had the apartment to themselves…

“…I feel like we should be doin’ something.”

“Like what?” Bender reponds, not looking up from his colouring book.

 “I dunno.” Lucy shurgs, leaning back against the living room wall. “I mean, like, how often do we get the place to ourselves?”

“Rarely. Those meatbags never freakin’ go anywhere.” He snarks while filling in a bunny rabbit with bright purple crayon.

“Right?! So, like, I dunno… I’m trying to think of somethin’ to do that, like, we wouldn’t wanna do while they’re here, y’know…?” They rest an elbow on their knee and hold their chin, tapping it thoughtfully.

“Hmm…” He stands up and crosses his arms. “Cabbage fight?”

“Nah, I don’t feel like cleaning up the apartment.”

“Yeah, me neither...” A soft tink sound repeats as he taps his arm. “What the hell do meatbags do when they’re home alone?”

“I dunno. Don’t they usually invite a buncha people over and have parties or somethin’?”

“Do you think Fry and Leela would notice if we invited a buncha hookers over?”

“…Probably.”

“Yeah…” A silence stretches over them, save for Bender’s tapping, but he suddenly stops, seemingly having thought of something, before abruptly swiveling his head away.

“…Yes?” Lucy smirks. For someone so closed off, Bender is really easy to read. He makes a dismissive grunt.

“Bender,” They sing in a soft tone that they know gets to him, and he finally relents, groaning dramatically.

“Awright, fine! I’ll tell ya! Jus’…” He shifts uncomfortably, unable to meet their eyes. “Don’t get mad…?” He feels pressure on his hand, and he turns around, seeing that Lucy’s holding it, smiling up at him.

“Really, it’s okay! …Besides, I’m all curious now.”

Bender sighs, quiet for a moment. “…Do you wanna bone?”

Their optics widen. That was a surprisingly blunt answer with how shy he seemed about it. Maybe he’d planned it that way, that certainly wouldn’t surprise them… but regardless, now they had something to ruminate on. Do they really wanna do this?

“Uhm, yeah?” They answer like it’s a no-brainer. “I’m honestly surprised you hadn’t asked me sooner.”

He makes a choked off noise. “Well-!” Defensive, arms crossed, he opts to turn and start walking to the bedroom – footsteps maybe a tad more forceful than they needed to be - to avoid having to look at Lucy, who follows him closely behind. “It’s- you’re different, y’know?”

They quirk an eye at him. “How so?”

Bender groans, turning to look at them. “Why do ya always make me explain my feelings ‘n junk?!”

They giggle, slowly approaching him. “I like watching you squirm. But…” They push him onto the bed, the bed squeaking under their weight while they feel up his chest. “I also like learning more about you, too…”

Bender breathes. “This is exactly what I was talkin’ about,” He husks, bringing his hands up to play with their hair before letting them rest on their cheeks. “You’re special to me. That’s why it’s different.”

A thick cloud of steam hushes from Lucy’s neck, a harsh blush quickly covering their face. They shakily dance their fingers over his hand. “Th-thanks…”

He chuckles at them. “God, yer a fuckin’ dork…” Slowly, his other hand creeps up their head, almost reaching the base of their antenna before they grab his arm, stopping him in his tracks. A confused noise rings from his voice box, and he’s worried he’s done something wrong before looking down and seeing that they’re smirking at him.

“Slow down a little, bud.”

Bender whines in annoyance, letting his arm fall to his side as he rolls his optics. “Do ya even wanna do this?”

“Of course I do. We just don’t have to go so fast. The humans won’t be home for a while, we might as well make the most of it…” They rub slow, gentle circles into his chest with their thumbs, Bender relaxing under their touch with a sigh. “Just lemme take the lead, yeah?”

Bender is eerily quiet when he would usually have some kind of snarky response. They stall to look up at him, concerned, but he quickly reassures them.

“I- I’m fine. Just never had anyone say anything like that to me before, I guess.”

They’re taken aback. “Wait, you mean you’ve never…?”

“Ya don’t have to rub it in…”

“That’s not what I meant.” They hesitate for a moment, before crawling over him to hold his chin with their fingertips. “I just don’t know…how anyone can see a robot as beautiful as you and not wanna ruin them…”

“Lucy…!” Bender squeaks. They feel metal immediately heat up under their hand, steam billowing from his neck. He has to check his systems to make sure he hasn’t short circuited from that. This heat - this tension – this friction - is getting to be way too much to bear.  He grabs their upper arms and pulls them forward, electricity sparking from where their mouth plates meet.

Lucy makes a surprised noise before sighing into it happily, gripping the back of his head. The warmth that emanates  from his face tickles their cheeks and they giggle, pulling away. “You’re wonderful,”

His cooling fans are going off at full force by this point. He’s about to tell Lucy to hurry it up, but, if he was being honest, if he would keep getting praised like this, he wouldn’t mind waiting a little longer… even so, if he himself wasn’t going to beg, then his body would do the talking for him.

Lucy’s hands manage to find their way to his chest again, and he can’t resist pushing up into the feeling a little, holding up his weight with his arms. “Ngh…”

They chuckle softly. “Impatient?”

He rolls his eyes. “M-More like, feelin’ the effects of bein’ teased for twenty minutes.”

“A.K.A, impatient.” Lucy opens their chest compartment. “But that’s okay, we can start now…”

“Finally,” Bender sighs, before something strange catches his eye. “Hey, wait, what’s that?” He points to a device nestled in their chest plate.

They beam, like maybe they were secretly hoping he would ask about it. “Oh, it’s an adapter I made myself!” They detach it and hold it up with pride. “See – y’know how I’m a prototype ‘n stuff?”

Bender just stares blankly at them. They’ve explained this before, but Bender wasn’t a very good listener, they found. “-Anyways. Because of that all my ports and wires and junk are either proprietary or for real basic stuff. So, like, with this, I can plug the wires corresponding to my nervous system into it, and it translates it to an interface cord and port!”

“…Cool.” He tries to act nonchalantly, but this was insane? When he’d asked them to fuck, he didn’t expect them to freakin’ interface. This was way more intimate than just a casual screw – they both tacitly understood this, even if Lucy seemed a bit too relaxed about it – and all this sickening lovey-dovey stuff they were saying to him only made him feel more exposed. With this, they’d be able to fully control what the other felt with their individual waves of electricity, as well as allow for reading each other’s thoughts and emotions… the vulnerability of it all terrifies him, but… maybe he’ll be okay? Maybe he’ll trust them enough to be gentle with him. He can’t remember the last time he’s trusted someone like that, now that he’s thinking about it.

Lucy’s staring at him and Bender realizes he’s been spacing out, so he tries to redirect their attention. “…You made this all yourself?”

“Mhm!”

“…So, would it be a stretch to guess that you did this all for me?” It takes a moment for that to process but when it does Lucy immediately flushes, trying to avoid looking at Bender while he cackles at them. They’ve been caught.

“Uhm…!” They struggle to think of a way out of this, maybe a clever lie, but nothing comes to mind. “Mmmaybe. Maybe.”

Bender’s laughing dies down and he reaches up to move their hair out of their face with the back of his hand. “I guess we’ve both been wantin’ this for a long time, huh…?”

They smile at him. “Yeah…” They shift, putting their adapter back in place and pulling out the interface wire. “Guess we better not waste any time, then?”

“Ah, now you’re speakin’ my language.” Bender fishes his own wire out of his chest plate, digits trembling. No turnin’ back now. Holding their connectors flush against each other’s ports, they slowly push them in. As soon as they click Bender stiffens while Lucy nearly collapses on top of him, having to hold onto his shoulder for support.

“Shit! I- ah… I can feel you.” Bender holds onto their upper back, squirming to get more comfortable.

“Yeah…same…” They whisper, trying to focus on conducting their electricity. But he worries if that meant he’s disappointed them, or he isn’t what they wanted, or his true self freaks them out, or-

“Bender, it’s okay.” They quickly reassure him, already one step ahead. They let their current run through his shoulders, down his arms, stopping at his hands, almost like they’re holding them. “’M just quiet, I’m sorry…”

“…Don’t apologize,” He mutters. Their legs shake as Bender pushes his electricity down to their thighs, breath hitching a little. “We’d probably annoy the shit out of the neighbours if we were both yappers.”

“Hhehe, yeah…” They work their way down the sides of his torso, and he gasps, twitching, the sensation prickly and ticklish. Noticing this, Lucy grins, Bender starting to feel slightly intimidated. “Oh…?”

“Ah…ha, Luce-“ Without warning they conduct their energy to the surface of his belly, and he yelps, trying and failing to squirm away from the feeling thanks to Lucy pinning him down.  His voice falters into glitchy giggles – the sensation isn’t too rough, but it’s enough to make him tremble and struggle to catch his voice.

That is, until Lucy pushes deeper, lighting up the wires inside his chest compartment as he thrusts his torso up. “H-ah-!” Sparks flash from the sockets they feed into. “I- ah! Luce- fffuck!”

They giggle mischievously. “You know, I think you’re loud enough for the both of us…”

Bender’s foot cups dig into the bed sheets, he can’t believe they made him melt in their hands so easily... they have a way of working him up like that, he supposes.

“Ff…fuck off.” He concentrates his electricity to their crotch, and they jump.

“Hh-hhah…” They moan out, Bender chuckling.

“Not so quiet now, eh?”

They huff, trying to keep up with their overworking gears. “I…I can do you one better.”

Bender can’t even get a confused noise out before they send a short burst directly to his CPU. He bucks reflexively under them, a glitched noise ringing from his voice module. He’s left gasping, scratching at Lucy’s back with his fingertips and trying to find his bearings.

“Wh…w-what the hell was that?”

“Hehehe,” They do it again and he stiffens, a choked whine escaping while he roughly grasps onto their arms to steady himself. “Of course I know all the sensitive spots, I’m a mechanic, after all…”

This was ridiculous. There was no reason this freak should be bringing him up to such an intense overload. He doesn’t even know how the hell they knew where his CPU was, unless they had read his manual… then it hits him. They did. They did all this for him. They’d studied up, built an entire machine, just so they could interface. His systems stutter, the edges of his vision blur, he’s never felt so cared for like this, he couldn’t believe they were only out to please him, because they loved him so much… it was overwhelming and flustering as hell but damn did it make him feel all fuzzy inside.

He realizes something else, too. He knows all this because he can hear Lucy’s thoughts now. They’re practically buried in his chest now, having lost the strength to hold themselves up a while ago. Waves of adoration and affection fell into Bender’s consciousness and, tentatively, he raises his hand up to pet their head before closing his visor. It was too static-y to see out of at this point, anyways.

>Luce, I… ah…

>Shh, I’m here…

>…It’s so much…

Lucy’s current practically consumes Bender, impossible amounts of static flowed through the two. It’s as like his whole body is held tight by their very soul. All the sickly sweet stuff running through their head clouds up his own thoughts.

    >I love you, Bender…      

               >Bender, you’re lovely…

                             >I’ll love you forever and ever, no matter what…

God, why did they have to like him so much?

And why did he have to like them even more?!

Tears fill his optics. Despite how rigid their body feels, Lucy manages to work their digits around the back of his head, petting him gently.

>God, Luce, you…

He trembles.

>Yer too nice for me.

>Don’t say that…

Carefully, they lift their head up and kiss his mouth plate, the ramped up electricity causing a pulse that runs through his whole body, making him moan.

>You’re Bender, and that’s exactly who I want…

Bender makes a noise at that. God, this was getting way too intense, both physically and emotionally.

>I can’t hold on m-much longer, Luce…

>You don’t have to.

Another short burst hits his CPU and it’s enough to send him careening over the edge, knees buckling and voice box going haywire as sparks fly out in all directions. The feedback hits Lucy instantly, collapsing on top of him while Bender’s electricity floods their systems and static fills their voice module. The two hold onto each other tight, arms spindling around each other’s chassis’, shivering and practically melting into the other.

>I love you…

Bender gasps and falls limp on the bed, Lucy following close after.

Bender sits up and stretches. Even though his systems registered that he’d been offline for hours now, he still feels all warm and tingly.

“Oh, you’re awake,” Was quickly followed by a beer being nudged in his direction. “I brought this. It looked like it took a lot out of you…”

Bender smiles at them and grabs the bottle from their hands, popping it open and taking slow sips. “What about you, do you needta…?”

“Nah, I’ve been sitting by the window. My battery’s charged enough.”

Sure enough, the sun was just setting, lighting up the edges of their electric blue hair and smooth chassis and Bender couldn’t help but be transfixed by it. This weird but sickeningly earnest robot had wormed their way into his heart. Normally Bender would be disgusted but he can’t help but feel… hopeful? He could let them in, could trust them, could be himself around them…

Carefully, he scoots closer to Lucy and pulls them close, giving them a small peck on the cheek.

“…Thanks, Lucy.”

They steamed wordlessly.

They were the luckiest robots in the universe.

[lazysublimeengineer]

lost kitten

Summary: Halfway starts with happiness for me

Halfway house, lost kitten in the street

Characters: Ranpo Edogawa & Nakajima Atsushi

(A/N: I don’t own anything from this franchise. Respectful ownership belongs to Metric for this song and Kafka Asagiri for this manga).

Don't say yes if you can't say no

Victim of the system, say it isn't so

Squatted on the doorstep, swollen on the blow

Leaving without you, can't say no

Nothing gets past Ranpo’s keen, chartreuse irises.

So, when his line of sight grazed over Atsushi’s form the next time the other placed the stacked of papers onto his desk with an awkward smile on his lips and a pure sparkle of curiosity pooling around his amethyst eyes, he’s quick to dismissed him as a lanky male with an airheaded disposition and a terrible person who can’t say no to other people even if he doesn’t want to do it.

A doormat with no self-preservation.

Atsushi’s existence wasn’t worth thinking about so he focused on other things.

Even when the other was kidnapped back then he didn’t hold back on his own opinion of questioning the agency’s want of saving him when it’s Atsushi’s fault for falling into that kind of situation in the first place.

Because of his stupid kindness. Naivete. And didn’t have an ounce of self-regard for himself.

Even if Fukuzawa had persuaded him successfully back then to rescue the young lad, a twinge of acerbity pooled within him as he complied with his team’s wishes and successfully rescued him with his great assistance.

Ranpo had tried to dismiss it and paid attention to other important variables of their mission even though numerous emotions had arisen within him which had his mind and heart swam into pools of confoundment.

Halfway starts with happiness for me Halfway house, lost kitten in the street Hit me where it hurts, I'm coming home to lose Kitten on the catwalk, high-heeled shoes

Boarding on the train was a pain in the ass.

There were a lot of things that needed to be considered which always made Ranpo’s mind came into a screeching halt when processing more important information inside his head.

But most of all he hated it when he had to stare at the railway map at the train station like it was an object consisted of alien language.

For all his cleverness and intelligence, he had a terrible spatial awareness when it came to directions.

Most of the time he loathed some missions that required for him to take on the train.

“Ranpo-san…?” Atsushi’s hesitant voice in the background reached his line of hearing and halted his thoughts and concentration.

“Yeah?” He asked noncommittally.

“I already bought some train tickets so we’re good to go…” The other’s voice faltered slightly at the end which caught Ranpo’s attention and turned around to face him.

Ranpo saw the look of hesitation and slight embarrassment coloring the other’s face but what caught more of his attention was the other holding a bottle of—

“Ramune?” He voiced out.

“Oh. Uh, yeah. I figured that you might be bored and probably thirsty from the heat and waiting for too long because of the long lines at the booth. So, this one’s for you Ranpo-san but I’m not sure if you’d want a drink like this—.”

“Open it and give it to me.” Ranpo cut him off lightly.

Atushi blinked at him owlishly before complying to his words and twisted the cap off from the lid. The soft, sizzling sound of the soda permeated his ears as soon as Atsushi opened it and handed it to him.

Ranpo took it in silence and drank from its contents. As the other was mostly self-conscious around him to notice anything else, one of his eyes opened slightly and let his dazzling emerald orbs bored right through the other’s soul.

He guessed that lost kittens had an interesting side after all.

No more hard-headed Saturdays They got it, they want it, they give it away Tell me one thing you would never do I was looking for a hooker when I found you

Ranpo was used to it by now.

The incompetence and inefficiency of the police in this place was something that irked him in the past but he grew mostly out of it and regarded them with a cold indifference and distaste.

But this was one of those days that his backhanded comments and smart aleck remarks had made Ranpo landed himself in hot waters with one of the police officers.

He didn’t look like it but he had a basic knowledge of self-defense techniques from Fukuzawa himself which wasn’t to be trifled either as he was trained by a previous assassin.

Besides Ranpo view the other people who resorted to violence as a retaliation as a lower being than himself as he found them dull and lacking in sharpness in thinking that fists could solve everything.

Ranpo was ready to block out the other’s officer’s incoming fists when someone blocked it already much to his brief surprise.

His eyes grew wide for a moment as he stared at Atsushi’s paws effectively caught the other’s fist and blocked his attack.

“I’d appreciate it if we don’t resort to violence sir. Especially not hitting on Ranpo-san who’s currently lending his hand and skill as a detective in solving this case.” Atsushi’s firm voice rang out.

It was rare to see and hear Atsushi being like that.

He knew that he got some hidden claws but it’s usually overshadowed by his meekness and insecure behavior most of the time.

“Tch. Whatever. Don’t think that both of you are some hotshots just because your talented people.” The officer sneered as he withdrew his fists and walked away grumbling to himself.

And just like that.

Everything went back to normal.

You've got my eyes, you've got my eyes You'll never be mine, ah, but you've got my eyes

“I can defend myself earlier.” Ranpo’s casual voice shattered the deafening silence as they’re both walked back to the train station after Ranpo solved the case at the pier.

Orangey hues spread out through the sky as the sun was already setting down in the late afternoon.

“I know Ranpo-san… But deducing something from a complicated crime such as this in just less than a few minutes is a great talent itself even greater than my own honestly… And people such as the police officers should learn to respect and appreciate that…” Atsushi paused and looked at him with a serenely downcast expression on his face, a fragile yet smile of understanding marring his features.

It made Ranpo paused gazed at him with a brief expression of being taken aback for a few seconds.

And that’s when Ranpo knew.

Atsushi was one of the genuinely accepting and selfless people he had met in his lifetime.

When you lie, I cover it up When you hide, I cover it up When you cry, I cover it up When you come undone, I cover it up

Ranpo had realized his initial lukewarm reception towards him.

Because he saw his younger self in him.

Naïve. Accepting. Kind.

It disgusted him.

But he was more disgusted at himself.

He had turned into some jaded, cynical being disguised in the faux sweetness of his confectionaries and quick remarks to other people.

Emotions hadn’t been his strong suit and Ranpo knew that his sharp tongue and disposition with other people had always got him into trouble rather out of it.

But an unknown, niggling feeling within him had urged to take a good look at Atsushi and pay more attention to him.

And his intrigue grew with each moment passed them by.

So pent-up, I was coming home to you Happy in the nighttime, howlin' at the moon Sippin' on a cocktail, drinking in the loo There's something about you I hold on to

Days trickled by that turned into weeks.

They both found themselves in being partnered often in missions together.

Mostly because aside Atsushi being too kind in refusing tasks and partners being assigned to him, he was one of the few people who possessed a genuine patience that can rival a saint when it came to dealing with Ranpo’s fractious personality.

Their silence inside the train rides slowly turned into occasional small talks: mostly with Ranpo commenting idly on his observations about other people and ranting about everything else. Until it turned into a two-way street of conversation between the two of them.

Ranpo found out even with their stark differences, they have oblique similarities.

They’re fiercely protective of people they care about even if it’s in the form of different entire beings.

Opinions of the people they greatly respected and admire about were both important to them.

When the train ride was over, Ranpo had looked over the horizon where the sun was setting peacefully.

A maelstrom of emotions was awakening within him as he stayed longer by Atsushi side.

And he didn’t want it to end.

When you lie, I cover it up When you hide, I cover it up When you cry, I cover it up When you're blind, I cover it up

(A/N: Yeah, pretty damn late getting into this fandom. But what can I say? Ranatsu is the first rare ship that caught my attention in this franchise, and I just had to get this out of my system. Reviews are amusing so let me hear them from you).

[torra-and-the-toons]

Do you have any interesting headcanons about the characters' families (the eds and the other kids)? I sometimes see more similar, recurring opinions, so I'm curious to hear any unusual or left field ideas.

I think I pretty much share the fandom headcanons, but honestly I'm not sure :0

I def think all three Eds have some form of abusive parents. Ed's parents are neglectful of Ed, and often listen to Sarah over him. Sarah gets a really nice room while Ed has the basement. When he doesn't do well in school they don't even try to work something out with him, they just send him to his Aunt. That coupled with my headcanon that Ed is Autistic, I just don't view his parents in a good light. They don't seem to want to help Ed through his learning disability, instead they seem to have already accepted failure.

More under the cut, for length

Double Dee's parent are just never there, as we've seen, only communicating with their son through sticky notes. They still have such high expectations of him with little interaction.

Now with Eddy, I get the feeling that his parents are the reason his bro ran away. They might seem fine on the surface, but I think there's a hidden layer of manipulative behavior going on here that could be very damaging. His own father's biggest concern is that he becomes a figure skater. HIS GREATEST CONCERN is over what his own son wants to do with his life like it's not his god damn job to support his kids in whatever they want to do.

Not only that but let's look at eddy's bro, shall we? We don't see any trace of him in the house besides his room. There's even a scene, I think in BPS but I could be wrong, where we pass a line of family portraits in Eddy's house and we see silhouettes of Eddy, his mom and dad... but no bro. His brother's room is also sealed off via wall paper from the rest of the house?? Like they were trying to hide it. His room is sealed off with bricks. Bricks over the window, which yea could be his bro being edgy, but the heating vent? I feel like his parents were the ones responsible for the bricks, to keep his bro from getting out of his own room. Especially after they find the heat vent bricks after pointing out that the vent could lead to an escape. Something not quite right is up with Eddy's parents, and I hope to be able to explore that in my fanfic tbh.

As for the other kids, I have less opinions on.

I saw a headcanon about Kevin's folks that they're split, and Kevin lives with his dad, I liked that one.

I feel like Rolf's family is very matriarchal, with how much he talks about his nana/ great nana etc.

Jimmy's family seems like the chillest of the bunch if they're actively supporting their son playing dress up and buying stuffed animals. In my version of their adult selves where Jimmy is NB, they actively support their kid with all their heart. Probably the best parents in the whole cul-de-sac.

Jonny's folks are probably hippies, life-loving folk who are just along for life's ride. They aren't bad to their son, but some people might see their carefree ways as such.

Let's be honest, the Kanker's mom is probably a hooker which is where the Kankers themselves learned that kind of behavior. Probably how the Kankers were born too lol. (for the record I don't have a negative opinion of sex workers. Do what ya gotta do n all that, queens and kings!)

Anyways this got so much longer than I anticipated, I hope I answered your question lmao 🙈

[abbatoirablaze]

SDAU-Outside Your Station, Chapter 3

Word Count:  953

“She’s not your mate…”

“I told you she was bad news.”

“Come on, Parker…you got to leave your dorm!”

“Guys, just leave me alone,” Peter grumbled, dragging more covers over top of himself while he burrowed in the mountain of comforters on his bed, “I don’t want to get up!”

“Look, I emailed your professors and Ari worked everything out with them for this week, but we need to get you pup and at em.”

Peter peeked up from his blankets, “what are you talking about?”

“Ari and Steve talked to the dean…and well, Ari’s dating one of the deans daughters.” Ned began to explain, but he was quickly pushed out of the way by Tony who sat himself on the edge of the bed.

“You guys told everyone I got rejected?”

You can be mad all you want, Parker, but we did this for you,” Tony said with a sad smile.  He reached out and touched the younger foxes shoulder.  Being a beta, Parker knew that Tony wasn’t geared towards comforting omegas, and he appreciated it a lot more.  Allowing himself to calm down he sighed heavily, “I-I guess I should thank you.”

“Being rejected is rough,” Steve agreed, the omega lion sitting down on the other side of the bed.  His hand reached out and he soothingly rubbed Peter’s back.  Peter took a deep breath, Steve’s scent sending out crisp, calm notes that made him want to relax with every breath, “trust me.  I’ve been there.  Tony was there with Pepper for a minute.  We’ve all been there.  But we’re brothers and we stick together.  We’re here for you, Peter.”

“I-I’ve never had someone there for me like that, you know…aside from Ned…”

“Yeah,” Ned sighed, “about that.  I wanted to apologize to you.  That’s why I told Ari and Steve and Tony about what happened in the first place.  Brother Mike and Brother Lance had me cleaning their cars, and I-I accidentally let it slip when brother Lance made a comment about him and his alpha only staying together because neither one of them knew who their mates were.”

“And you told them that I was hers…” Peter sighed heavily. 

Ned nodded, a look of embarrassment crossing his features, “I-I thought that would free brother Lance up to let himself be happy.  He admitted that he was miserable with her, and wasn’t even trying to find his mate.”

“Your heart was in the right place, pledge!” Ari commented, clapping Ned on the back, “and it was brave of you to come to us for help…

“I’m sorry…this is all my fault.”

“Hey, we’re brothers.  Sometimes we mess up…but it’s not about that.  It’s about how you get back up when you’ve been knocked down.”

“I got your assignments for you.”

“But the more important part…”Steve said with a sigh, “we uh…we know that your heat is coming up…and uh-“

“oh no…what did you guys do?” Peter asked, nearly shooting up out of his bed, “what did you guys do?”

“GUYS I GOT THE HOOKER!”

Peter’s eyes widened as Brother Mike Weiss burst into the room with a rather unamused looking woman.  He was quick to get out of the mess of blankets, his nest nothing more than a cocoon, “BROTHER MIKE!”

“It’s okay,” the woman said apathetically with a shrug, “he said you were in a slump.  I didn’t expect some intimate nest.”

“Meet MJ!” he smiled happily, “this is one of Kitten’s friends!  She-“

“Only came with him because Kitten told me she met the guy…and that he was sweet,” MJ admitted with a slow smile, “you Peter?”

Peter nodded, his throat going dry at the sight of the thin woman, “y-you’re an alpha?”

“I am,” she replied proudly, the edge of a smug response biting at the tip of her tongue, “and you’re the omega that’s about to hit his heat…right?”

“N-not right now, no!”

She raised her brow, and Peter found his anxiety building, “easy there omega…I’m just trying to get to know you.”

He chittered nervously and she smiled; the response exactly what she had wanted to hear.

“Well it looks like this is getting off on the right foot.”

“Maybe we should go?” Tony offered. 

Peter nodded, swallowing down his nervousness.  His eyes didn’t leave MJ’s, “i-my nest isn’t normally like this.”

“That’s okay, peter…how about this?” she asked, “I go out and get us some snacks…some things that can be a necessity while you’re on your heat…that way I won’t have to leave when your heat does hit…and until then we can just take some time getting to know each other.”

The guys all began smiling to themselves as they got up to leave the confident alpha fox with the omega who she was quickly bringing out of his depression, “y-you want to get us snacks?”

“Yes omega,” she said firmly, “I want to provide for you!”

A purring noise built up in Peter’s throat and he felt a need to do something for her in return.

‘alpha wants to provide for us.’

“Alpha wants to take care of us.”

“Yes, omega.  I want to take care of you.  Is that okay?”

Peter nodded hungrily, wanting nothing more than to be wrapped around her, “i-I can’t smell you, alpha.”

“I’m wearing a patch.  But once I get back, I’ll take it off, okay?” she asked. 

Peter nodded again, “I-I can rebuild my nest while you’re out…if-if you want me to.”

“Rebuild your nest, Peter,” she replied sweetly.  Peter barely registered the soft alpha command, his hindbrain wanting to push past the rejection from earlier and into this relationship where this unknown alpha was so sweet to him, “I’ll be back soon, okay?”

“Yes alpha.”

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I'm your huckleberry (Tombstone 1993) (Doc Holliday)

Description:

The joys of modern inventions and miracles are often taken for granted. Your hungry or thirsty? Get something from the fridge or make it. You need to go somewhere? Drive or call an uber. Your hurt? Go to the doctor.

Your bored? Watch a movie, play video games, watch videos on the internet, talk to people without ever leaving your house.

Some much time is in our hands... but back in the 19th century... you wouldn't last very long.

Diseases are rampant, gun violence is higher, no modern technology, barely any good medicine, almost all of your favorite food doesn't exist and most of the people are rude as hell. But... That doesn't mean all of them were so bad. Love was not something most people in this time really cared about. At least, in the town of Tombstone, Arizona.

After falling asleep with a nice looking stone you bought at a small stand at the carnival, your whole world becomes the opposite. Six people from the past discover you unconscious and alone in the blistering heat and offer help but it was their help that let you meet the most amazing man you've ever met.

John Henry "Doc" Holliday.

Chapter 19

Previous ~ Next

Wyatt, Creek Johnson and Texas Jack were now a quarter mile away from where Ringo was waiting for Wyatt. Wyatt was given a painful reminder when three cowboys rode up and informed him once again. "He's waiting for you by the big oak, quarter mile up that trail".

Wyatt then turned his attention back to Creek Johnson and Texas Jack. "They're not givin' ya any safe conduct. Shootin' starts, you better kick east to the new Mexico line". Creek Johnson looked forlorn as he wasn't sure if Wyatt would survive this gunfight and Texas Jack couldn't even make eye contact with Wyatt. "I ain't got the words" Creek Johnson said.

"I know. Me neither" Wyatt replied. As Wyatt was about to mount up, the sounds of a galloping horse was heard and when Wyatt looked, it was none other than Doc, looking as worried as he could be. "Doc"?

"Where's (y/n)"?

"Hold on, what are you talking about"?

"She left, Wyatt. Hooker saw her leave on horseback and said she would return". They all felt sick to their stomachs. They all started to slowly figure out where you were and when it hit them, their eyes went wide. No other words were spoken as Wyatt mounted up and raced with Doc to where Ringo was waiting for Wyatt. That was the only place you could be.

Ringo was loitering up against a tree, awaiting for Wyatt, his fingers twitching in anticipation but also anger if Wyatt wouldn't show up. As he continued waiting, a figure with it's head down was walking towards Ringo, daringly. Ringo was quick to acknowledge the figure, immediately figuring out that it was Wyatt. "Well" Ringo said and started to take small steps towards the figure. "I didn't think you had it in ya".

"I'm your huckleberry". As the figure moved their head up, allowing the light to shine on them, it was you. Ringo stopped in his tracks and looked perplexed by this. "Hello Ringo. What's wrong? Expectin' someone else"?

"Fight's not with you".

"I beg to differ. You and your stupid fucking friends took my friends away and that's why I'm here. You play for blood, right? Remember when you said that to my man"?

"You mean Holliday? Why are you even with that lunger when you could be with a real man"? Ringo was talking about himself, making you cringe.

"Let me tell you something, dumdass. That "lunger" is more of a man than you ever will be. And guess what, asshole"? You pulled your jacket back to reveal the badge that Wyatt gave you. Ringo then started laughing hysterically and once he pulled himself together he asked, "What yellow-bellied idiot would give a woman a badge"?

"Two men did. Two men who aren't afraid of the future and are willing to accept changes. Two men who will change the world. Two men who have big hearts and common sense. Two men who are the very definition of a man, not you". Ringo eyed you angrily but was willing to play this little charade. "Alright, whore. Let's do it". You two then started to slowly circle each other until you both came to a stop. "Say when" you said as you eyed him down and remained calm with your hand resting near your gun. You could see Ringos hand slowly moving towards his gun, making you smirk. As you both continued eyeing each other, just daring each other to make the first move, history was changed forever.

Ringo quickly pulled his gun but after learning so much from Doc, you were much faster and shot Ringo in the head before he could shoot you. Your smirk vanished as you twirled your gun back into your belt and started taunting a now gagging Johnny Ringo. "Come on! What the hell are you waiting for!? Come on you fucking pussy! Come on! Shoot me"! Ringo was stumbling and shot his gun in the ground and fell to the ground lifeless. "That's right, bitch"! You got down to him and said menacingly, "Never underestimate women you piece of shit. Now, burn in hell". As you got back up, you heard the sounds of galloping and looked behind you to see Wyatt and Doc now looking astonished.

"Doc!? What are you doing here? You're supposed to be in bed" you said. Wyatt and Doc got off their horses and approached you in shock. "(Y/n)" Wyatt asked. "Did you-"?

"Yep! I shot him in the face! Did I do good" you asked. As they stood by you, Doc came over and looked to you to say, "It appears I have an equal. You truly are my soul mate".

"I know I am". With a very bold move, you took a small step towards him and leaned in for a kiss but Doc quickly took a hold of you and pulled you close for a deep kiss. You both closed your eyes in bliss and it felt like time had come to a halt. When the magnificent moment ended, you both looked deep into each other eyes, both questioning why it took this moment so long to happen. "You have no idea how long I've wanted this to happen".

"Nor you, darlin'". You both then turned your attention back to the fresh corpse of Johnny Ringo. "Looks like the strain was more than he could bear". Wyatt came up beside you and rested his hand on your shoulder. "It appears my teachings have come to an end" Doc said.

"They paid off too" Wyatt said proudly. You then put your arms around them and hugged them close but then asked Doc a question. "You know, you never answered my question".

"Oh? What question"?

"Why aren't you in bed when your-"

"Oh, I wasn't quite as sick as I made out". You nodded and then released them as Wyatt now stood in front of the both of you. "All right. Let's finish it".

"Indeed sir" Doc replied. "The last charge of Wyatt Earp and his immortals". You nodded and you all headed out, leaving the corpse of Johnny Ringo behind to rot. The Vendetta ride continued on and on and would eventually lead to the cowboys defeat and even Ike Clanton surrendering by throwing his red sash away as he rode away from you all in utter fear.

But as the ride ended, something else was coming to an end. Or rather, someone.

[babyawacs]

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Hooker N’ Heat ‎– Canned Heat & John Lee Hooker Recorded Live At The Fox Venice Theatre

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Meet Me In The Bottom - Hooker ‘N Heat