#( number 1 manhandler will grab you and drag you about )

[nvuy]

halloween fic idea: the strangers au where it’s actually feixiao, moze and jiaoqiu on halloween night scaring you to death outside of the rental you’re staying in because they’re all strangely obsessed and extremely possessive of you.

thoughts are being thinked

[dwaekkicidal]

"Heats" with Puppy!Seungmin

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ summary: Day 4 of my Bboki-Dwae collab with @bbokicidal <3

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ word count: ~800

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ warnings: fem!reader, lots of marking (bites+hickeys), spanking, rough sex mentions, light(?) manhandling, breeding, some cumplay, like 1 overstim mention, i mightve missed one

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ notes: wish i could have made this longer but i've been so busy :((

DO NOT republish or translate+post my work!

❥ Jealous. Jealous. Jealous. J e a l o u s.

❥ These mating season fits tend to get him very aggressive and standoffish. To everyone.

❥ One simple glance at you from any person in the vicinity will send him into a fit of rage. But, thankfully for you, he doesn’t act on this in public! That’s saved for the bedroom, where you’re held down in his favorite position- downward doggy, for hours at a time.

❥ Does not care about any excuses anybody has to give. The second he notices that somebody is too close to you or even “looking at you for too long”, you’re getting dragged home to be shown your place

❥ Expect to be absolutely covered in bite marks and hickeys, ones that he “tries” to keep in spots where they won’t be seen. But, let's be real... We all know he gets a hard-on and a huge ego boost when they’re in obvious places and you just so happen to be out in public

❥ Looooves to leave deep bite marks on your neck and shoulders (some may or may not even have little holes from where his sharp canines dig into your skin hehe)

❥ He loses his mind when he sees these marks on your tummy and thighs from the prior night, him having completely forgotten that he even left them. Obviously, nobody will see them. But knowing that you’re fully marked up in the “most important” areas will get him instantly ready to go again

❥ Usually will be very apologetic about the bites that have wounds from his teeth but, if he’s particularly aggravated, he will start doing it on purpose.

❥ He gets real mean when he’s like that; a deep frown on his face and a low growl bubbling up in his throat as he pins you to the bed and berates you over things you had no control over. You both know that, but that won’t stop him from using it to fuck you nice and rough. And it surely won’t stop you from enjoying each and every time his hips slam into yours.

❥ Has such an obnoxious knot!!!!! You can’t tell if it’s all in your head, but when he’s extra cranky and giving in to his instincts to breed you, his knot feels like it's double the size.

❥ And he’s always so mean about it :( he’s a little shit and likes to tug his hips away from yours right after his knot fully expands, testing the limits of how far it will actually plug you (spoiler: it does not come out)

❥ If he’s rather eager, his knot can last up to half an hour. Which, may or may not be to your demise, usually ends in him reaching over into your nightstand, grabbing his favorite toy so he can overstimulate you out of boredom while you cockwarm him <3

❥ Breeds you until your stomach hurts from the number of times he’s came deep inside <3 Tells you that it better take or else he’ll just have to fuck you over and over and over again, which leads to you drooling from overstimulation and dripping cum all over the sheets

❥ Surprisingly he’s not one to get upset about you “wasting” his seed. In fact, it’s the only mess that he actually likes.

❥ To the point where he will pull out after knotting you just to sit there, tapping his dick on your messy folds with a big dopey smile on his face

❥ Absolutely loves the wet plap noises your cunt makes when he slaps his cock against you. So much so that it’s subconscious as he keeps himself occupied during downtime, usually the few minutes you get between rounds before he’s re-entering you, ready to breed you again and again.

❥ Is big on wrapping a hand around your neck, be it on your nape or on the front of your neck, and holding you down. It lets him force you to take everything he has to give while limiting how much you wiggle around

❥ Pairs this with stinging slaps to your ass cheeks, and a comment about how you’re his and how nobody else will ever have you like this, in order to get your pretty pussy even wetter around him

“I should fuck a litter into you. Then maybe people will stop fucking looking at what’s mine.”

“You’re gonna be such a hot mother for my pups. Shit- Gonna keep you nice and full of my offspring.”

“Stop fucking moving, I need to mark you.”

“Take this fucking knot, puppy. Yeah? Fuck yeah~”

“Such a pretty pussy. All nice n’ messy from my cum.” As he rubs his tip through your folds, sometimes poking your clit to watch you shake ><

“I have to keep us entertained until my knot goes down, so you’ll let me play with you a bit- right, Jagi?”

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[melishade]

Number 43?

This ask game

Minds think alike I guess. Let’s do the TFP Optimus in episode 1 timeline where Eren and Mikasa encounter Optimus and Levi.

Mikasa noticed how much more attentive and caring Eren was since everything happened. Ever since Wall Maria almost fell, ever since Carla nearly died and that Titan saved their mother’s life. But the mindless Titan left Carla paralyzed, and Hannes could only do so much when it came to supporting the woman and the two children. They would ask Grisha for help, but he hasn’t been seen since the attack on Shinganshina. Eren had his key to the basement, but he didn’t know where he got it from.

And the basement. The truth about the Walls and the outside world, the Jaeger family and Hannes were the only ones who knew that truth. But what could they do with that information? Who could they tell? Especially without proper proof. The only thing they could do was keep their mouths shut until a miracle showed up.

They continued shopping for food in Trost. Hannes was kind enough to use his connections to get them a home in Wall Rose. Carla feared another attack would happen again and would rather be deeper into the Walls to survive. Eren didn’t make a fuss about it. All he did was obey. He helped out with getting food, helped out with cooking. He was trying to follow his mother’s advice and be the man of the house. Now that Grisha was gone…

Mikasa hated how sad Eren looked when he collected the bread from the vendor. She hated this. She was so close to losing her family again. She hated it so much.

“Let’s go,” Eren told Mikasa and he tied the bag holding their food. Mikasa followed Eren as they made their way out of the market, but stopped when they suddenly heard chatter. Well, louder than usual chatter. Eren turned his attention over to the source, and gasped at the sight of a Survey Corp member walking past with someone significantly taller than him. The taller man didn’t wear the Survey Corps uniform. He wore a really fancy red jacket with blue pants and dark boots. His hair and beard were black, his skin was fair, and his eyes were so blue. Eren’s gaze fell to the sleeve of the jacket and felt a swell of hope in his chest when he saw that symbol. That same symbol from the Titan that saved his mother back in Shinganshina. It was him! It was Optimus Prime! Like the paper said! It had to be!

"Eren!" Mikasa cried out as Eren bolted towards the two. Mikasa quickly rushed him and grabbed him by the waist, manhandling him across the market to drag him away and not risk them getting into trouble.

"Let go!" Eren cried out to her, "We have to get help!"

"Eren, we can't!" Mikasa pleaded. Why now? Why was the Eren before the fall coming out now?

"We have to be safe!" Eren retorted, "I have to! I have to protect you and mom!"

Mikasa was stunned at Eren's proclamation. Eren took notice at how distracted Mikasa was and quickly threw the grocery bag to the side.

"Eren!" Mikasa cried as she was forced to let him go and grab the food before someone else stole it. This allowed Eren to worm through the crowd to the Survey Corps members. He had helped them before. Maybe they could help them again!

"You don't have to greet everyone that says hi," Levi remarked at the titan's holoform, "Or stop to help everyone. We have errands to run."

"I do not see why not," Optimus retorted as he saw the family waving goodbye, "It has been a long time since I have been in an environment full of life where I did not have to hide."

Levi didn't reply to that. This had to be an act. He had no reason to be nice and kind to any of the humans. There had to be some ulterior motive to his actions. Damn it, Erwin, this was a stupid plan. "Let's just get what we need."

As they approached one of the stalls, Optimus suddenly felt a tug on the holoform pant leg. He looked around to see who it was, but his gaze fell down to the sight of a frightened young boy.

"Hello," Optimus greeted in confusion.

"C-!" the child's words seemed to die in his throat when he realized what he was talking to, "I...-!"

"Eren!" a girl called out to him with a bag of groceries in her hand. They were practically children, but Optimus could tell they looked so terrified. The girl had grabbed the boy, Eren's hand, and tried to pull him away. But the boy remained so strong and steadfast in his decision to stay put as much as he could. The girl was clearly stronger than him, and there was visible strain on his face when she tried to pull him away.

But Optimus could tell that the boy looked desperate.

"We don't have time for autographs. We're running errands," Levi stated.

"W-we need help," Eren begs, "Please."

"Eren!" Mikasa warned.

"Please!" Optimus saw tears beginning to form in Eren's eyes. The boy was really desperate and the girl looked terrified. What was going on? Why were they so afraid? He had to know.

"Captain, we must help them," Optimus informed Levi.

"Excuse you?" Levi demanded in annoyance, "What about our shit? And these kids could-!" Levi stopped himself when he recognized how terrified they actually looked.

"If the children are not in serious danger, then we can contact the Military Police," Optimus proposed before kneeling down in front of the children, "What are your names?"

"E-eren," the boy stumbled with his name, "This is my sister, Mi-! Hmph!" The girl had covered Eren's mouth in response.

"You do not have to tell me your name," Optimus reassured her. Mikasa eyed Eren and Optimus with suspicion before slowly letting go of Eren's mouth.

"Eren, can you safely tell me what you are so frightened of?" Optimus asked him.

Eren shook his head. "Not here."

"Then where would you feel safe?" Optimus asked him.

"Home," Eren replied.

Optimus extended his hand to the boy. "Do you feel comfortable to take us to your home?"

Eren stared at the hand in front of him before slowly extending his hand and placing it in the holoform's own. Optimus gently tightened his grip before standing up. Optimus felt the boy pull and Optimus followed him out of the marketplace. Mikasa looked afraid as Eren took the holoform, but Levi walked up to Mikasa and extended a hand to the girl. She wordlessly took it, and the two ended up following Optimus close behind.

(This was a fun one. I like showing Optimus' kindness to children. Again. You are more than welcome to ask from the list. It's fun.)

[sugawarassoulmate]

bully osamu and kinkshaming kink ? bullying reader for how turned on they are frm the manhandling n meanness. and reader just gets so bashful and overwhelmed n tries to hide but osamu wont let them 🥺 reader getting off on being teased n the embarrassment n osamu not giving them any wiggle room at all 🥺 condescending praise n all huhu

stoppppppp he would do this omg

words: 417

cw: fem!reader, bullying, name-calling, degradation, kinkshaming, manhandling, minors dni

at the end of the day osamu is your tormentor, the number 1 menace of your childhood and just because you two are having sex now doesn’t mean that it’ll chance—if anything it gets worse.

he doesn’t like to ask for things, he only takes. when osamu wants a kiss, he’s grabbing you by the waist and locking lips with you, only letting go when he’s satisfied. he’ll do the same if he wants you next to him, you’ll never hear an “excuse me” leave his lips. there’s something about osamu’s brute force that’s so...sexy??? of course, it bothered you as a kid, he was just so mean. but now that you’re older and he’s pinning both your hands to the mattress with just one hand, you can’t help the whimpers that leave your mouth.

and osamu notices it, of course, he notices. once he smells blood in the water, he attacks like a shark. he pulled you into his lap one day, attacking you with kisses when he hears the soft noises you make.

“don’t tell me ya like it when i grab ya like this,” he coos, grabbing your hips to slam your clothed cunt against him, once again forcing a response from you. “ya really like being thrown around, huh? what a fuckin’ pervert.”

your cheeks turn red and you start squirming in his hold, doing anything to hide your face from the embarrassment of being called out but osamu's grip remains firm. “i mean if ya like it so much i should do it more, right? should i drag ya upstairs? or bend ya over the kitchen counter?” and, for some reason, you can feel tears forming in your eyes. “or i could just push ya off of me and fuck you on the floor? that’s how dirty girls like you get treated anyway.”

you can’t help it, you’re so overwhelmed, practically dripping on his thigh and he hasn’t even touched you yet. it’s so pathetic, so humiliating, but you’re crying out for him. begging for any kind of stimulation, for a release. “samu, please…”

“oh my god, you actually like this,” he chuckles, eyes sparkling like a kid on christmas morning. within seconds he’s pushing you to the floor, ripping your bottoms off in the process. he’s mesmerized by how wet you are from just his words, he runs his fingers along your slit and marvels at how they glisten when he pulls away. “i’m gonna fuck you like an animal.”

©sugawarassoulmate 2021 all rights reserved - please do not repost/translate my work on other platforms!

[cinnamonest]

The 'spanking' ask got me thinking, would tears/fake tears work on Zhongli/Diluc??, Probably would work on Diluc but I don't think Zhongli would get fooled by those tears. Punishment is punishment and you can't run from it. -Zhongli, probably.

It depends on how mad Diluc is tbh, and the general attitude/demeanor of darling. If it's a mild misbehavior on an otherwise well-trained darling that's long since learned their place, yeah, it'll work. If he's really mad though, or darling is still in the defiant phase, he's a lot less sympathetic.

Zhongli is surprisingly merciless though you're right. And he can 100% tell fake from real tears and will just up the punishment if it's fake.

They just have very different demeanors going about spanking but tbh. Diluc is worse physically and Zhongli is worse psychologically. Diluc will do it more often and over literally the slightest of offenses bc he *needs* to exert his anger physically somehow. But it's sudden and quick, he just drags you by the hair or arms and throws you over the bed/counter/whatever or slams you down over his lap and goes at it, growling and snarling about how he's told you a thousand times not to do that, you don't learn etc etc. Maybe on rare occasions can keep calm long enough to tell you to go lay down or something, but still follows pretty quickly. The unfortunate part is 1) he tends to use a belt, which is worse than just a hand and 2) he doesn't have a set number in mind usually. So he just kinda keeps swatting until he's gotten out the anger, which can take a while.

Zhongli is so much worse on the mental end because there's a lot more anticipation and dread. Usually uses his hand, but if you've been really bad, makes you pick out which belt you want yourself. Makes you estimate the number you deserve, sometimes makes you count out loud and starts over if you lose track. But is sickeningly sweet about it, yet cold. Tells you you're taking it well, but also says you have no right to be begging to stop. Makes you say what you did wrong to ensure you understand why you deserve it. Where Diluc kinda grabs you and manhandles you into position, Zhongli is more one to tell you to go over here or there, strip and bend over, or crawl over to him, makes you do it yourself, coldly and firmly giving a command. Pulls you up when you're done and tells you to repeat it, and apologize, and if you refuse or get defensive it starts over. So it's more... Psychologically torturous.

[hwangsies]

LIMERENCE

(n) the state of becoming infatuated with another person

pairing: hyunjin x female reader

summary: you haven’t spoken a word to hyunjin since he ghosted you after a fun new years eve together, so what’s the worst that could happen when fate (or chaeryong,...well, same thing) pairs you up for a road trip across the country?

warnings: e2l (ish), university student!au, non idol!au ,a lot of swearing. alcohol consumption,long flashback, mentions of infidelity, hyunjin is a giggly sweetheart, smut as in: dom!hyunjin, unprotected sex (wrap it up luvs),fingering, oral (f recieving), slight choking, praise kink, hand & strenght kink (manhandleing oopsie), slight overstimulation, hyunjin is really enthusiastic about consent (as you should be, periodt), reader is nervous and scared of hyunjins big pickle (ew i hate myself), motel sex (but it’s not trashy i promise!)

8.6 k words ,meaning grab a snack and a drink,

and enjoy!<3

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"alright everyone" your professor rubs his hands together "that was it for today... i hope you all have a great break and i'm very exited to see all of you again next semester. hopefully in person again" he chuckles.

You and your classmates exchange goodbyes with him before one after the other exits the zoom call.

"fuck" you sigh after closing your laptop and lean back on your bed.

"you did it girl" your dormmate chaeryong claps, at which you giggle before shifting your eyes to her on the other side of the room.

She's sitting on her bed, folding her clothes before putting it in her suitcase thats placed in front of her.

"finally" you sit up and watch her roll up a pair of socks.

"my last class was yesterday and mrs kim teared up" she giggles "it was kinda cute not gonna lie"

"oh god" you snicker.

"hey did you find someone to take to yongin?" you ask, remebering chearyong talking about wanting to find someone to share gas expenses with in exchange for a ride to her hometown.

"oh yea, i did" she turn to you "i think you know him, seo changbin?"

You furrow your brows in thought, you feel like you've heard of the name.

"he's a music major, one year above us, hes also from yongin" she continues folding a pair of jeans "funny you'd ask actually cause he told me one of his friends was looking for a ride to seoul, isn't that where you're going?"

"Yea i was thinking about finding someone honestly because gas is really fucking expensive if you aint rich" you say, placing your laptop onto your nightstand.

"Mm you aint gotta tell me girl" chaeryong mumbles, folding a sweatshirt.

"so who's that friend?" you ask, stretching out on your bed.

"he's in his grade, hyunjin"

Your neck almost cracks from how fats you whip your head “hwang hyunjin?”

"Oh yea" she points at you "you know him?"

"unfortunately" you huff.

"o-oh, what"s the tea?" your roommate wiggles her brows at which you shake your head.

"nothing much really" you sigh, leaning back again "he's just like the most arrogant and stuck up fuckboy ever"

"wow, well thats not nothing" chaeryong laughs "any reason as to why you think that?"

"you could probably ask any girl on campus and she'll tell you the same" you scoff.

"really girl?" chaeryong squints an eye at you playfully "cause i've only heard of him being hot but never of him being a hoe. And you know i'm the first to know the hot gossip" she winks.

Laughing defeatedly, running your hand through your hair.

"it's just- we hit it off at the campus' new years eve party, like really hit it off- at least thats what i thought"

"oooh spill it spill it" chaeryong leaps over to your bed to sit at the end of it.

"well there's really not much to spill, i gave him my number and he was talking all that smack about taking me out and stuff aaand to make a long story short i never heard from him again"

"well" chaeryong speaks slowly, biting her lip guiltily "i dont think you'll be very happy about me giving changbin your number for him, then?"

"you did what???" your eyes almost pop out of your head.

"sooorryy" she jumps up from your bed, clutching her hands apologetically "i didnt know"

"aaaaarghh" you whine, burying your face in your pillow.

"maybe he won't even text you though" chaeryong tries to console you, but the damage is already done...

-

unknown number - hey i got this number from changbin, i heard you're driving up to seoul, i'd love to tag along if you're looking for someone to share expenses with -recieved at 9:12 am

You huff looking at the message on your phone.

After chaeryong had left last night you really convinced yourself that he couldn't possibly dare to reach out to you.

But here you are reading his message after just waking up, and your day is already ruined.

you - who is this? - sent at 9:56 am

You know who it is, but you're not going to give him the satisfaction of thinking that you do.

Scoffing when he answers almost immediately.

unknown number - this is hyunjin, did i reach the right person? - recieved at 9:57 am

You have two choices at this point.

1. be petty and bitter about a boy who probably doesn't even remember you.

Or 2. move on and help someone who is also just trying to get home and also maybe get some closure.

So you curse your mother for rasing you so well and suck it up.

you - yea sure, i planned on leaving tomorrow at around 6 pm - sent at 10:02 am

Damn you and your common human decency.

he sus - oh okay great :) i only have one suitcase and a backpack btw so i wont take up alot of space or anything - recieved at 10:05 am

he sus - also i feel weird bc i dont know ur name or anything changbin literally just sent me the number and nothing else lol, also 6 sounds good should we meet at the main building then? -sent at 10:06 am

You're quite honestly not shocked that he seems nice over text because he was the same when you met on new years eve.

you - sure lets meet at the main building, my car is white and my name is y/n - sent at 10:09 am

Cringing as you press the send button because you are 99% certain he won't answer anymore; not that you'd care, obviously.

he sus - alright y/n see you tomorrow at 6 then :) - recieved at 10:14 am

You raise your brows when your phone lights up with his message, does he really not remember you?

Was he that drunk?

Well, it doesnt matter because you don't want to pay for all this gas alone and he seems to be the next best option to fix that.

So you shrug it off and get out off bed to run some last errands and start packing.

-

Your heart is beating unreasonably fast when you take a turn towards the main building at 5:55 pm the next day.

Calm down y/n it’ll just be 5 hours and who says you have to talk to him?

However you do know deep in your heart that you only wanted to arrive just a little early so you could complain about him being late.

That plan got cut short because your eyes fall on him as you pull up to the main building.

He’s- oh my god he’s blonde. You stop your car and he looks up at you.

“it is you!” hyunjin smiles at you when you step out of the car.

“who else would it be?” you ask, a little irritated at his reaction.

His face drops a bit when he sees you clearly annoyed by him, but the doesn’t blame you; he’d be mad too.

You open your trunk for him to put his weirdly small suitcase into, looking him up and down as he lifts it inside.

He’s wearing dark baggy pants and a windbreaker jacket, the top part of his chin-length blonde hair is pulled back into a messy ponytail.

He seemed to have bulked up as well, shoulders looking broader than what you remember.

The hair is different than the jet black hair that you remember on him, but it suits him very well; to be honest he would look good in any hair colour, not that you’d care though.

The first thirty minutes of the ride go by agonizingly slow and in complete silence.

When you drive onto the freeway you can’t take it anymore and mumble something among the lines of ‘wanna listen to some music?’.

You don’t wait for an answer, pressing the radio button right as you finish your sentence.

“uh, actually” hyunjin starts, his hand lifting to turn the radio back off, your eyes snap towards him, is he serious? Turning off your radio in your car?

“I wanted to address this situation” he says rather quietly.

You scoff “what? You realized that this is awkward just now?”

“no- I mean- yes I understand why you would think that but I just really want a chance to explain myself” he stutters.

“explain yourself” you repeat after him before mumbling “sure because there’s so much to explain”

“listen, I know you think I’m an asshole who just ghosted you b-“

“listen, I can handle rejection, you could’ve just said that you weren’t looking for something serious and I would’ve accepted that. The thing I’m mad about though is you literally making false promises and shit” 

Hyunjin blinks at you “can I please just explain to you what happened?”

You let out a long huff “sure” you wave your hand “go ahead”

“when you and your friends left at around 4, you wrote your number on my arm with your eyeliner, correct?” he asks.

Glancing over at him, you nod.

“after you where gone, I was already pretty drunk but then my friends decided to drag me with them to a different party that was still going” you see him fiddling with his hands in your peripheral “well I got super fucking shitfaced at that party and ended up puking on this one guys shoes”

You raise your eyebrows and hold back a laugh, which he notices.

“its okay you can laugh” he chuckles as well.

“anyways that guy was not very happy about it and busted my lip before kicking me and my friends out, so then back in the dorm my roommate sat me in the shower because I was full of alcohol, blood and puke”

“ew” you chime in.

“and when I woke up the next morning your number was gone” hyunjin looks over at you “we don’t have any mutual friends, I didn’t know what your major is so I couldn’t even asks for you in the administrating office, and then the covid lockdown happened and here we are”

“you called the administrating office?” you look over at him, he nods a little smile on his stupid pretty lips.

“yep, so, sorry to tell you but your eyeliner is not waterproof” he jokes at which you playfully knit your brows at him.

“believe me, I wanted to text you. I really wanted to take you out; and when you sent me your name yesterday I didn’t know if this was a lucky coincidence or if you’re a different y/n, that’s why I didn’t say anything” he explains.

You take a deep breath as you realize you have to apologize for going off on him just now, you believe him but you hate apologizing.

“well, I feel like an ass for going off on you like that after hearing all this” you chuckle “I’m sorry” you eye him shortly before looking back on the road.

“it’s okay, you don’t have to apologize I get how it looked, very much sus” he laughs with you.

-

Coming back to your car after you took a bathroom break on a highway rest-stop, you see hyunjin sitting in the drivers seat.

“what do you think you’re doing?” you smile as you sit down on the passenger seat.

“I thought maybe you’d like to sleep since its dark already and you’ve been driving for almost 3 hours” he suggests while putting on his seatbelt.

“well, I wont say no to that” you shrug and put your seatbelt on as well.

“so when did you go blonde?” you ask curiously.

“uh- around end of june” hyunjin chuckles “it was a dare if I’m being honest but I ended up liking it and got it redone”

“oh okay” you check out his profile once more and follow his hair with your eyes “I like it”

“yea?”

“yea, which is weird cause I’m usually not into blondes at all” you wonder.

“hm” he grins “must be me then” he says before winking at you.

“pfff, in your dreams” you rebuttal playfully, at which he laughs and mumbles a ‘true’.

You don’t react to it because you think your ears are playing tricks on you.

“hey I have a question too” hyunjin says.

“what’s up” you lean your arm against the window as you look over at him.

His face is slightly lit by the lights of the other cars, no seriously, how can a side profile be so perfect?

“why did you even agree to take me with you if you thought I ghosted you?” he grins.

You laugh “well, I’m a nice person and I know not a lot of people there are from seoul and my mom raised me right, okay?”

“okay okay” he giggles, the way his eyes crinkle when he does makes you smile everytime.

“or…did you have such a good time with me on new years that you just had to jump on this opportunity?” he quips, carefully stealing a peek at you.

“sure, why do you think I was so upset when you didn’t text” you feign sadness.

The both of you laugh before falling into comfortable silence.

When looking outside your window, you think back to said new years eve.

-(flashback)

“oh my god” you said, stepping into the big hall that usually is the universities gym. But whoever planned this outdid themselves.

A dj was placed on one of the tribunes and a whole buffet of drinks and punches on the other, as well as a big disco ball hanging from the ceiling, making the room shimmery and shiny.

You could see people coming out of the doors that connected into the universities hall on one side and into the locker rooms on the others, as if it wasn’t already packed.

“this is fucking insane” lia, your roommate from last semester, squeaked while grabbing your arm and jumping a little, her voice overpowering the blasting music..

“I wanna get fucking hammered tonight” you turned to her.

“oh babe don’t worry,  we didn’t come here to drink soda” she laughed before spotting some of your other friends.

About five minutes before midnight you and some more girls gathered at the buffet of drinks and started doing shots.

You all had decided that instead of kissing someone at 12 o’clock you’d ring in 2020 with a shot, because alcohol can’t cheat on you.

You were laughing at something when some people started the countdown.

10!

9!

8!

7!

6!

5!

4!

3!

2!

1!

“HAPPY NEW YEAR”

Every one shouted and celebrated in union as you downed your shot.

“happy new year babe” lia hugged you after downing hers.

“happy new year!” you shouted into her ear, full of relief that this stressful year was over.

“lets do another one” she grinned widely after your whole friend group had shared their wishes with each other.

A girl you didn’t know very well handed you another shot, just as you emptied your glass you heard a guy yell something before stumbling into your back.

“jesus” you stumbled forward a bit before turning around, ready to throw someone a dirty look.

“I’m so sorry, are you okay?” in front of you suddenly stood a tall dark haired young man with almost too perfect facial features, frowning a little out of concern.

“nothing happened” you smiled, taking a step towards him so he’d hear you better.

“I’m glad” he replied, a grin slowly stretched across his handsome face

“I’m y/n” you giggled as you held out your hand.

His eyes crinkled with his smile as he took your hand in his “I’m hyunjin” he said before pressing a kiss to the back of your hand.

“okay guys let her have her fun lets go over there” you hear lia usher your friends away from behind you.

“happy new year y/n” he said before instinctively pulling you a little closer to him when a group of people passed behind you.

“happy new year hyunjin” you replied, a slow blush creeping on your face from how intensely he was taking in your appearance.

“well yea happy fucking new years to me for running into you” he joked before taking a sip, your brain wasn’t able to function anymore so you just giggled and nervously pushed your hair behind your ear.

It had been way too long since you’d talked to a guy, especially someone as attractive as him

“you’re fucking stunning” hyunjin complimented you and lifted your hand with his to make you spin for him, to which you complied because you took a long time getting ready and always appreciate being appreciated.

“thank you” you were crimson red by now but hoped he wouldn’t see because of the dimmed lights.

“how come I’ve never seen you around? I would’ve remembered you” he tilted his head.

“oh this was my first year here and I live on the other side of campus so…” you nodded slowly “but yea I would’ve remembered you too”

He grinned before downing his drink and putting on the table next to the both of you.

“wanna dance?”

That’s how you found yourself on the dance floor with hyunjin pressed against your back.

Slowly but surely the alcohol made you braver; and it didn’t take long for the dj to play perfect songs to grind yourself against his toned body to.

His reaction was instant, hands gripping even harder at your waist and his own movements matching your own.

You looked back at him just to have the air knocked out of your lungs, a barely there sheen of sweat was covering his forehead; his pupils were dilated and his lips were slightly parted before his tongue swiftly swept over his lower lip.

He looked like sex on legs and moved like it too.

His plump lips formed into a grin when he noticed you staring, you didn’t know if it was the alcohol running through your system but you so desperately wanted to kiss him.

“can’t stop looking at you either, pretty” he lowered his head to mumble against your cheek before pressing a kiss there.

“you’re so goddamn sexy” you blurted out as you turned around to face him, running one of your hands through his dark hair before positioning them on his firm chest.

He threw back his head as his chest vibrated with laughter.

“don’t laugh at me” you laughed as you locked eyes again.

“you’re cute when you’re drunk” hyunjin brought one hand to your face to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear.

“you dont even know me sober” you giggle “also i’m not drunk!” you protested playfully, his hands found your waist in the meantime to pull you flush to his body; at which you gasped almost inaudibly.

“oh really?” he looked down at you, clearly amused “didn’t you drink like 5 shots half an hour ago?”

“well well well, I didn’t know I had an audience” you countered, looping your arms around his neck.

Hyunjin prodded at the inside of his cheek with his tongue before looking away for a swift second, slightly embarrassed because he just exposed himself.

You felt yourself gush a little when he licked his lips again after bringing his gaze back to you.

“so you almost knocked me over on purpose?” you grinned even bigger when he shook his head laughingly.

“listen” he chuckled, leaning down unnecessarily close because you could hear him perfectly fine but you weren’t going to complain.

“I actually didn’t run into you on purpose, that was my friends doing after he saw me notice you” he said.

You mouthed an ‘ahh’ while nodding, feigning disbelief.

“I’m serious” hyunjin laughed “I still have to thank him later; I would’ve probably chickened out”

He got quieter at the end of his sentence, his eyes jumping to your lips when you wet your lower lip with your tongue quickly.

“i-m glad he pushed you then” you replied, trying to hide the fact that your heart was pumping your blood in record time.

“yea” he inched his face closer to yours as you tilted your chin up to meet him in the middle “me too”

His eyes switched from your lips to your eyes one more time before closing the gap between the both of you.

His lips were firm but soft at the same time in the way they moulded against yours, you swore you could hear lia squealing from somewhere but maybe you were just hearing things.

But when his tongue touched yours in the most tentative way you lost contact to what was going on around you, slinging your arms tighter around his neck and deepening the kiss.

A tiny groan escaped hyunjins throat when you carded your fingers through his hair to tug on it and release some of the adrenalin that rushed through you.

He was slow and explorative and let you take control from time to time before sucking on your lower lip and making you loose it.

You didn’t know how many songs had passed; to be honest you didn’t even remember what song was playing when you started kissing.

All you knew in that moment was hyunjins lightly flushed cheeks, swollen lips and dark glistening eyes.

“let’s go somewhere else?” he questioned in a whisper when you bit your lip, nodding at his question.

He grabbed your hand in his before manoeuvring the both of you through the dancing and celebrating crowd.

Before you knew it, hyunjin pulled you into the entrance hall of the university where multiple people had the same idea as you.

Couples scattered across the big room, some just talking, most of them however making out heavily.

“come on” he softly tugged at your hand, smiling when your gaze falls on him.

He lead you up the big flight of stairs onto a floor of the building you’ve never been to, stopping in front of a random room before pulling a small set of keys out of his back pocket.

After unlocking the door, he opened it to let you step inside.

It was a dance studio, the wall right across from you was just one huge mirror through which you could see the big couch in the back of the room and the water dispensers next to it.

“why do you have the keys for this room?” you asked, giggling.

Hyunjin grinned as he closed the door “I’m a dance major, we all have keys for the practice rooms”

“that’s so cool” you beamed “I wish I could dance” you looked around the room, walking towards the mirrored wall a little bit.

“you were moving just fine earlier” hyunjin came up behind you, nimble hands finding your waist as he looked you up and down through the mirror intensely, now that you were under the bright lights of the room.

You couldn’t help but to smile a little at that, the tight little glitter dress that you had chosen really did accentuate your curves in the best way possible, paired with the cute black heels which made your legs look way longer than they actually are.

“but that was like club sexy dancing, you know?” you elaborated.

“hm” he hummed amusedly “whats wrong with sexy club dancing?” you turned around to him.

He didn’t look to shabby himself, all in black, a chic button up with some jeans and a belt; accessorized with rings on his pretty fingers, a  dainty silver necklace and some small earrings.

Some might say he was underdressed, but the way he carried himself with such confidence, and that face of his must for sure be a panty dropper, you thought.

“nothing but… I don’t know, teach me something” you pleaded.

“what do you want me to teach you?” he laughed.

“I don’t know a pirouette or something” you suggested, laughing as well.

“okay” he grinned “this is like the base stance” he positioned himself correctly before looking at you to see if you were following his instructions.

“mhm” you hummed, replicating what he was doing.

“and then you get momentum with one leg to be able to swing yourself around, like this” hyunjin explained before executing a perfect pirouette and ending it back in the base stance.

“that was fast” you chuckled.

“your turn” he grins before moving behind you “try to keep your eyes on yourself in the mirror otherwise you’ll loose balance”

“okay” you said unsurely.

“I’ll catch you if you fall” he winked at you, at which you scoff playfully before carefully swinging yourself into a pirouette.

You landed on wobbly legs but before you could tip over hyunjin stabilized you with a firm grip on your hips.

“you’re a natural” he grinned at you through the mirror.

“well thank you” you playfully feigned cockiness before he spun you around himself.

A few seconds pass of the both of you taking in each others features in silence, the only thing you could hear was the faint music of the party downstairs, before hyunjin spoke up.

“can I kiss you?”

You fell into giggles again as you let your forehead rest against his collarbone before looking up again “we’ve kissed before”

“yea but that was like a moment and I don’t want to catch you off guard or anything” he mumbles cutely.

“mm” you nod “ you can kiss me”

And with a smile, he does.

You weren’t surprised when his first gentle ministrations turned into more desperate ones rather quickly because you could feel the warmth spread in your lower regions as well.

He walked the both of you over to the couch, only parting from your lips when he sat down on the black leather material of the couch.

“come here, pretty girl” he took your hand to help you straddle him, your dress riding up but you couldn’t care less if he saw your safety shorts, and he didn’t seem to care either by the way he feverishly connected your lips again.

His hands travelled down to squeeze at your waist before smoothing over your ass and grabbing a handful of each cheek, you moaned into the kiss when you realized how big his hands were.

Your own hands were squeezing at his shoulders before one moved into his soft hair while the other softly rested on his cheek.

The kiss was messy and desperate, teeth clinking together and tongues licking at each other.

The things that riled you up the most however were his groans and praises.

“you’re so fucking sexy” he groaned before moving down to kiss at your jaw and down your neck.

A needy whimper escaped from your throat when he started suckling the sensitive skin at the base of your throat.

“fuck-hyunjin” you moaned when his teeth grazed over your clavicle.

Your hands fumbled before landing on his belt, at which he pulled away from your skin, gently taking your hands off of his belt.

“I’d love to take you out first, actually” his pretty kiss swollen lips twitched up into a shy smile as he pants.

“oh” you were taken aback, you were almost certain that this was something regular for him “I thought-“

“I mean if you just want to fuck we can fuck of course” he chuckled “but- I actually think you’re really cute and fun and I’d love to get to know you better”

Your mouth stood a little agape “uh- I mean-I” you stuttered, your brain not functioning properly because of the alcohol running through your veins but also him!

“its okay if you just want, you know-“

“no!” you blurted out all over sudden, making him flinch a little “sorry, uhm- its just been a while since I had a date” you smile apologetically.

His expression visibly brightens “that’s okay” he giggled “so is that a yes?”

You grinned, leaning in to just barely brush your lips with his, his head twitching upwards in an attempt to connect them fully.

“yes” you whispered, at which he smiled brightly before pulling your in for a kiss by your neck.

-(flashback end)

“y/n”

“hey, y/n” you grumble when you feel someone gently rocking your shulder.

“mmm-what?” you peek your eyes open just to see hyunjin smile at you.

“good morning sunshine” he teases as you sit up in your seat when you realize you aren’t driving anymore.

“just kidding its not morning” he says as you look around your car, realizing your on a parking lot.

“where the fuck are we?” you whip your head towards him “did you bring me here to kill me? kidnap me?”

“wha?- no” he laughs “no, I’m sorry. Right after you fell asleep there was this huge traffic jam because of an accident and we stood there for almost 3 hours so I drove off and found this” he points out the rear window, where you see a small motel building.

You look back at him before checking the time on your phone, seeing it was indeed almost midnight.

“fuck” you swear to yourself.

“I didn’t know if you wanted to keep driving because I was getting tired so I thought maybe-“ hyunjin starts rambling guiltily, not wanting you to thing that this was an attempt to get in your pants.

“hey” you put your hand on his shoulder after taking off your seatbelt “this is good, you made the right decision I think we both could use some sleep” you say.

You each take your suitcases and walk inside, it’s an old building but it looks pretty clean for a motel off of the highway.

“good evening you two” an old lady sits behind the, probably just as old, reception.

“good evening, could we get 2 single rooms, please” hyunjin speaks up politely.

“I’m afraid we only have 2 double bed rooms available, if you’d like to take them, they will however be more expensive than the rooms for one” she explains politely.

“its okay, we’ll take one of those, please” you decide, hyunjins head snapping towards you.

“is that okay?” you ask him.

“yea- sure” he nods.

“alright, room 301 it is” she hands you the key before stating that you’ll have to checkout before 12 pm and what the room costs.

“do you accept card?” hyunjin asks at which the friendly old lady nods before taking his card and swiping it through her little machine.

“I’ll venmo you half of what you paid” you say after unlocking room 301.

He tsk’s at you before shaking his head “don’t, it was my idea so I’ll pay”

“are you sure?” you ask closing the door behind you when he turns on the lights.

“yup-oh” he exclaims.

“this room is cute” you say, it’s small but the walls are a soft sunflower yellow, decorated with paintings of autumn leaves .

The bed looks clean, and when you smell the mouse gray blankets and pillows, they smell fresh as well.

“stop smelling the pillows” hyunjin laughs.

“I’ve never been to a motel, I thought everything would be dirty or ancient” you confess comically.

He chuckles as he comes out of the small bathroom “the bathroom is clean too, don’t worry” he says when you look at him expectantly.

“I’ll sleep on the floor if you want” he offers as you open your suitcase to get out your toothbrush and pj’s.

“it’s fine, hyunjin I’ve slept in the same bed as a male before” you joke.

“well how am I supposed to know that?” he counters, at which you throw your pj shorts at him out of reflex.

When you realize what you had done it was too late, he was already holding them out in front of him before giggling.

“very cute choice” he mocks the small white shorts with red hearts all over it.

“stoop” you whine, trying to fish it out of his hands but he holds them over his head like a kindergartener.

“I remember why I don’t like you” you pout, crossing your arms.

His face drops alongside with his arms “I thought we were past that”

You use his moment of weakness to snatch your shorts out of his hands “gotcha”

-

“see I told you I was gonna take you out” hyunjin beams at you before looking down at the various snacks he took from the motels vending machine, which were laying in between the both of you on the bed.

“and so luxurious too” you joke, crossing your legs.

“only the best for you” he grins when you open a pack of fruit jellies.

“you know, I was thinking about new years” you say “ and I realized that it was your fault!”

Hyunjin throws his head back as he groans playfully “why?”

“if you hadn’t lost your phone when we got back downstairs, I wouldn’t have had to write my number on your arm; or you could’ve just given me your number and I could’ve text you. But you didn’t even know your own number!” you laugh in reminiscence.

“listen” he laughs “I was drunk and you’re hot! I couldn’t think” he defends himself before taking a bite off a chocolate bar.

You blush a little but play it off with a laugh.

“but yes, I admit, it was indeed my fault” he dramatically holds his hand in front of his eyes.

“yeeees!” you exclaim victoriously.

“I’m kidding though” you pat his knee “I forgive you”

“I’m glad” he smiles.

After the both of you are done eating way too many sweets, you find yourself being really comfortable when talking to hyunjin.

He’s funny, doesn’t seem like he’s full of himself and just in general seems like a very kind person.

“I thought you were a fuckboy when me met” you confess, looking at him.

Propped on one elbow looking down at you, while you lay on your side towards him, his face illuminated only by the little lights on each of your nightstands.

“you did?” he asks confusedly.

“yea” you chuckle “you were so confident and…sexy I don’t know” you place your hand over your face in embarrassment.

“oh that was the liquid courage talking, I’m usually pretty shy” he shakes his head smilingly when you peek through your fingers.

“don’t lie” you push his shoulder softly.

“I’m serious!” he laughs.

“you were the first guy to approach me at a party” you pause “like ever”

“no way, you’re lying now” he furrows his brows.

“nope” you shake your head.

“but I was really close to not talking to you as well, I’m sure there were many guys before me that just didn’t have the liquid courage, like I did” he speculates.

“maybe” you say.

“have any exes?” he asks after a few seconds.

“yea, one”

“well how did you meet him?”

“he showed me around on my first day of freshman year, I transferred like in the middle of the first semester so I wasn’t with any other freshmen” you tell him.

“why’d you break up if I may ask?” hyunjin asks carefully.

“oh we were only together for like three weeks, you can’t even call I relationship. He used me to make his hot ex jealous and cheated on me with her” you say “but hey they’re back together at least” you scoff.

“i’m sorry” he mumbles at which you look up at him.

“it’s not your fault” you chuckle.

“well, still no one should feel that way” he says “you know that you were way too good for him right?”

You nod.

“what about you? Have any exes?” you ask back.

He snickers “only one in seoul”

“why didn’t you last?”

“it was a long distance situation, she was super jealous and couldn’t trust me. which I can understand to a certain degree but everytime I went out she wanted me to facetime her and show her what kinds of people were there with me. That was just too much” he explains.

“wow” you chuckle “that doesn’t sound fun either”

Hyunjin shakes his head “nope, but hey we got rid of ‘em, didn’t we?”

“yea” you giggle “plus if I hadn’t broken up with him I would’ve probably never gone to the new years eve party”

“I guess I owe him something then” he grins as you scooch up on the bed.

“can I kiss you?” you ask after a few seconds of silence.

“hm?” hyunjins eyes almost spring out of his head.

“I don’t want to catch you off guard” you grin as you repeat his words from the night you met, sitting up.

He licks his lower lip as a grin stretches over his face as he sits up as well “do your worst”

You get up on your knees to shuffle over to him, when you get close enough hyunjin grabs one of your thighs and lifts it over his legs so you’re straddling him.

Once you sit down on his lap, your eyes lock again and you’re once again baffled as to how someone can be so god damn attractive.

His eyes flicker from your eyes to your lips expectantly, a shaky breath leaving his lips when you lean in.

Your lips connect and it feels like all the pent up energy of liking him since that night finally gets set free, sparks glowing behind your lit and his hands leaving a trail of fire where ever they go.

They squeeze at your thighs and waist, pulling you impossibly close to himself.

A whimper tears from your throat when his tongue licks at yours, he tastes like chocolate and what could only be described as him.

He moans into the kiss when you tug at the blonde locks that weren’t pulled back into the ponytail; before pulling the hair tie out of his hair to free it and finally card your fingers through all of the blonde glory.

Before you realize what’s going on, hyunjin lifts the both of you before dropping you on your back and crawling above you.

The fact that he just lifted the both of you from a sitting position as if you weigh nothing makes you feel all types of hot.

“you’re so hot holy shit” you pant as you push his long hair out of his face.

“ditto” he only grins before attaching his lips to your exposed collarbone and sucking a bruise into the skin.

“take it off” you moan as you tug on the dark blue calvin klein shirt he’s wearing.

His lips release the skin of your collarbone before sitting up to pull the shirt over his head.

If your mouth wasn’t already open from your heavy breathing, you would’ve opened it now because his body is more sculpted and toned than you had expected.

Your hand lifts to smooth over his abs, muscles flexing as he connects your lips again.

His one hand slides from your waist up to cup one of your breasts, gently palming the soft flesh.

“I know I said I wanted to take you out first but-“ he mumbles against your lips.

“you bought me a lovely dinner” you interrupt him, threading your fingers through the hair that’s falling down into his vision.

He grins, dropping a short peck to your lips before his the grin gets wiped off his face “I don’t have a condom with me”

“I’m on the pill” you let him know “I got tested before the lockdown and I haven’t been with anyone since soo…”

“yea, me too, I was tested a few months ago” he nods.

You nod back, biting your lip as you absently play with his hair.

“do you trust me?” hyunjin asks, observing your demeanour.

“yea- yea I do I’m just nervous” you smile awkwardly.

“no” he coos before kissing you “why are you nervous?”

“just haven’t been with anyone for a while” you confess.

Hyunjin nods understandingly “if you don’t want to do this we’ll stop”

“no I really want to” you look into his eyes as confidently as you can.

“okay” he smiles, planting his lips on yours again.

“can i?” his voice gives you goosebumps when he mumbles against the sensitive skin under your ear, his fingers slowy undoing the loose knot of your heart shorts.

“yes” you say when he locks eyes with you.

“I love these shorts” he softly presses a kiss to your knee, trying to calm your nerves a little, before he gently rocks your hips to pull them off of you.

You blush a little out of embarrassment but smile when you lift your hips to help him.

“cute” he whispers when he see’s your panties have a little bow on the front.

He chuckles when you hide your face in embarrassment, pulling you closer to him again by your thighs before you let him kiss you again.

“can I take this off too?” hyunjin whispers, softly pulling at the fabric of the tank top you’re wearing, at which you nod.

You are still wearing a bra when he pulls it off so you take it into your own hands and unclasp your bra.

Your nipples stiffen a little at the sudden exposure to air, as well as to hyunjin’s admiring gaze.

“fuck” he muses when palming your breasts in his big hands, gently pushing them together an running his thumbs over your nipples.

A whimper involuntarily leaves your lips when he wraps his plump lips around one of the perked up nubs and sucks gently.

“so fucking pretty, princess” you feel yourself pathetically clench around nothing at his praise.

You feel one of his hands wander downwards to provide some friction for you, he slots his lips against yours when you tentatively roll your hips against his hand.

Hyunjin feels his cock get even harder when an almost desperate moan tumbles from your lips against his. So he ads a little more pressure and starts circling your clit with two fingers, your sighs of pleasure mixing into the kiss.

“you’re so sensitive baby” he whispers as he parts his lips from yours “can I go down on you?” he grazes his lips over your chest, looking up at you seductively.

You nod as you bite your lip, hyunjin placing a few kisses on your tummy before shortly sitting up to also free you from your soaked panties.

The first stripe he licks up your slit, and how he swirls the tip of his tongue around your clit expertly sends you to heaven.

His hands are gripping your thighs to prevent you from closing your legs, your hands are tangled in his hair and the sheets.

“hyunj-fuck” you cry out when his tongue enters you.

He carefully prods one finger at your entrance “is that okay?” he asks, his voice hoarse and dripping with lust.

“yea” you sigh.

Once you adjust to one finger, he adds a second one, curling them upwards to search for that specific patch inside of you.

“yes-fuck right there” you moan when his fingers press onto the sweetest spot inside of you, tugging at his hair a little harshly. But you feel him moan against you, getting lost in your taste as he sucks your clit in between his soft lips.

Your hips buckle against his mouth as your eyes roll backwards, feeling the warmth of your orgasm approach rapidly.

“fuck fuck yes-hyunjin” you cry out just before he tipped you over the edge with his skillful ministration, your orgasm rushing up your spine and into your head, endorphins spreading everywhere.

A cry of pleasure fills the room as your thighs starts trembling with the aftershocks, clamping around his head when he drives you into overstimulation.

“oh-shit-“ you pant as you softly pushed on his forehead to get him away from your clit, his fingers still inside you, guiding you through your high.

He nibbles on your inner thigh apologetically. You can still hear your heartbeat in your ears after hyunjin removes his fingers from you and sits up, gently holding your legs together to help you calm down.

“fuck” you mewl, a soft smile tugging at his lips.

He’s wanted to do this for so long and there you are, with all of your naked glory in front of him.

While he’s daydreaming about you, you sit up and start fiddling with his sweatpants.

“you want more?” he quips, once he realises what you’re doing, leaning in to kiss you.

“mhm” you humm into the kiss affirmitavely when his hand holds you close to him by your jaw.

With a quick last peck to your lips he simultaneously shimmies the soft black sweats and his boxers off of himself.

You apparently visibly gulp at the sight of his cock because hyunjin smirks cockily “like what you see?” as he crawls above you again, his lips finding yours again and not waiting for an answer.

“I don’t know if you’ll fit” you mumble when he suckles at the soft nook of skin under your ear.

“we can stop here” he offers softly before locking eyes again.

You shake your head as you reach down to fist his length, slowly pumping it and smearing the few drops of precum around.

“no, you’re just really big” you huff with a shy smile on your lips at which hyunjin groans.

“you’re gonna be the death of me, you know?” he mutters against your lips before kissing you deeply, his hand smoothing over the slope of your waist before coming up to gently pinch at one of your nipples.

Eliciting a soft high pitched moan from you, this only spurs him on.

Rolling his tongue against yours desperately and making you taste yourself before sinfully sucking at the wet muscle.

All the while you’re stroking him with your small hand before cupping his balls, as if he didn’t already feel like he’s gonna blow his load way too early.

“please” you whine, guiding his reddened tip towards your entrance.

Hyunjin releases a shaky breath before replacing your hand with his, rutting his hips against yours a few times, coating his length in your wetness.

This already had your toes curling, suppressing a whine as you lock your legs around his waist.

“tell me if it hurts, yea?” he breathes, only pressing inside you after you nod, dropping a kiss to your swollen lips.

“fuck” he swears softly, tucking his face in the crook of your neck when he breaches your tight walls for the first time.

Your fingers tighten in his hair at the back of his neck when a subtle sting flares up inside of you.

“ah-“ your body flinches a little when he presses further inside, hyunjin notices, observing your expression before kissing your cheek and sitting up slowly.

“you’re doing so good, baby” he lifts his thumb to his lips, swiftly kitten-licking the digit before bringing it to where your bodies join.

Gently rolling your clit under his thumb to distract you from the pain.

“you look so perfect like this” his other hand travels over your stomach to gently squeeze at your breasts “all spread out for me”

You whimper, arching your back when hyunjin thrusts into you carefully; the pain slowly subsiding and the ache to be fully filled up by him growing exponentially when his cock rubs against your g spot.

“hyunjin” you moan, gripping onto his hand, which is resting atop your breast.

“yes baby, I’m here” he groans at how tight you feel once he’s balls deep inside of you, abandoning your clit to grab you by the hips for leverage.

His other hand resting on your cheek now, after a few trusts you moan “harder, please”

Hyunjin groans and fulfils your wish, at one particularly harsh thrust, you latch your lips around his pointer and middle finger, sucking at them.

“oh my god-that’s so fucking hot” he grunts through clenched teeth.

His cock dragging along your walls deliciously, filling you up to the brim as you hum around his slender fingers in pleasure.

“you like my hands that much baby?” his jaw is clenched and the grip on your waist is rough , the contrast to how sweet he was just a few minutes earlier had you clench around him furiously.

“fuck-“ he breathes when you nod to the best of your abilities, eyes wide open and holding his gaze.

You only release his fingers from in between your lips in favour for a loud high pitched moan when his other hand finds your clit again, rubbing harsh circles into the bud.

“-gonna cum-huynjin” you dig your nails into his biceps, eyes squeezing shut.

“yea?” he grits through his teeth the fingers that were previously trapped in your mouth now wrapping around your bared throat.

Not squeezing tightly, just resting there as if to show you that you’re his now.

Your thought gets confirmed when he rasps “you’re gonna date me after this, right pretty girl?”

You do look so pretty right now, tits bouncing and skin slapping because of the fast rhythm that he’s snapping his hips into yours, not to mention the subtle sheen of sweat that’s coating the both of you.

A desperate breathy chuckle tumbles from your lips “ yes-yes fuck” you feel your second orgasm creeping up on you.

“cum for me princess, all over my cock” he urges you on, his tip hammering into the sweet spot inside of you repeatedly before you crash into your second high of the night.

Your body convulses in pleasure as you call out his name mixed with profanities, your toes curling so hard you’re not sure if you can ever uncurl them again, and your nails probably leaving painful indents in his skin.

His thumb on your clit slows down until you grab his hand for him to stop, his hand around your neck grabs your free one, holding both of your hands over your head now.

“so good, baby” he mumbles, kissing your lips; mostly just breathing into each other as he rocks you through every wave of your orgasm.

Hyunjin looses himself in you not long after with a guttural moan and his eyes squeezing shut.

You coax him through it when he rests his face against your neck again, running your fingertips through his damp hair and over his broad back, muscles tensing under your gentle touch.

i“don’t fall asleep on me” you whisper sneakily, grinning when he chuckles against your neck, tickling the soft skin there.

He props himself up again to scan over your features, pushing some hair out of your face before kissing you tenderly.

“you okay?” his hand resting at your temple as he gently runs his thumb over your hairline.

“more than” you assure him, cupping his cheeks to pull his lips onto yours again.You think you can never get enough of his lips, anything about him for that matter; not when he makes you feel so cared about and safe.

“so does this mean we’re dating now?” he whispers after he has cleaned you up and tucked the both of you in bed.

“hmh” you nod your head sleepily, positioned on his bare chest.

“so I can spoon you once we fall asleep?” he asks, grin evident in his voice.

“you can spoon me but you can’t wake me up in the middle of the night if you get horny” you mumble jokingly, enjoying his fingers running down your spine as your eyelids get heavier.

“okay” he giggles softly, pressing a kiss to the crown of your head before you whisper your good nights to each other.

And as promised, he doesn’t wake you up in the middle of the night because he’s horny.

It’s you who wakes him, because after 10 months of wasted time, you have a lot of catching up to do.

-

a/n: oml this is my first ever long fic so pls pls pls give me feedback, i had so much fun writing his even though it made me feel even more single but hey :))))

allsooo i waited til after work to publish this and i just saw i hit 500 followers?!?!?! thats crazy to me omg i started this like 2 months ago and so many ppl liked my stuff so much that they decided to follow me?? so i just wanna say thank u thank u thank u for hitting the follow button even though im very unorganized and everything i do is spontaneaous and not thought out well. but hey i guess there is a reason that u followed me so thank u!

(i’d love if u sent me an ask with the first one of my writings that u stumbled across, and how <3 ...only if u want tho no pressure) 

anyways thank u so much for reading if you’ve made it this far! i hope you have a great day/ night! much love

-aj

(this is a work of fiction and does not represent the real actions of stray kids or hwang hyunjin)

[wiypt-writes]

Stark Spangled Forever

One Shot: There Were Six In The Bed, And The Little One Said…

Summary: It’s Steve’s birthday…and the bed feels a little crowded.

Warnings: “Language!” SMUT (NSFW, No under 18s…)

A/N: You can thank @sweater-daddiesdumbdork​ for this… HAPPY BIRTHDAY STEEBY, and Happy 4th July to all of you over the pond!

CONTAINS SPOLERS FOR STARK SPANGLED BANNER.

Disclaimer: This is a pure work of fiction and classified as 18+. Please respect this and do not read if you are underage. I do not own any characters in this series bar Katie Stark and the other OCs. By reading beyond this point you understand and accept the terms of this disclaimer.

Stark Spangled Forever Masterlist // Main Masterlist

July 2028

The Rogers household was quiet. Kids all in bed, well three of them anyway as the eldest one was out gallivanting at a concert, with friends and instructions to be home no later than 1 am, something which Steve wasn’t overly happy about but had been talked into by his Katie who had reminded him that Emmy was no longer a child, hell she wasn’t even a teenager anymore. Steve hated it. He hated the fact that every year that ticked by his kids were getting older, and so was he. He’d commented just before they had climbed into bed that he was convinced his beard was looking greyer than it had that morning, something Katie had scoffed at and then told him she liked it anyway, before distracting his thoughts from the fact that tomorrow he would have completed yet another circuit round the sun by gently leaning up and nipping at his jawline, her mouth ghosting over the hairs that adorned his chin.

It was an action she knew he loved, especially when she traced her lips down his neck and throat, over his Adam’s apple and back up again before she slid her lips to his and the pair of them became locked in a furious, deep kiss, Steve’s tongue fucking Katie’s mouth. He pulled back just long enough to pull Katie’s top over her head before his lips returned to hers and Katie’s hand slid into Steve’s hair, one hand gently winding into the longer locks on top, her nails on the other dragging against the hairline on his neck.  His hands moved, one gently cupping the side of her face, the other, gently skimming over her breast, her nipples already hardened. He gently teased one with the pad of his thumb and his mouth moved down to the other, his tongue and lips working in tandem. Katie gave a little involuntary twitch against his thigh and once more his lips quirked up into a smirk.

“So needy baby girl…” he mumbled and she let out a soft whimper as his hand slipped into her sleep shorts, a little groan slipping from his mouth as he felt her slick. She wriggled against his hand and he began to work her gently, watching her face as her expressions changed as her pleasure mounted, a sight he would never get tired of seeing, ever. As her breathing became even more ragged, he shifted slightly and hooked his fingers into the sleep shorts she was wearing and worked them down, before flipping down the waist band of his boxers. Katie bent her legs, as he shuffled upwards and worked into her, the pair of them letting out a sigh each at the contact, trying to keep the noise to a minimum so as not to disturb their sleeping children who occupied the rooms over the hall. Steve’s hands fell to either side of Katie’s face as he held himself up on his forearms, kissing her deeply as he flexed his hips forward, again and again, slowly and deeply before Katie shook her head, her nails dragging down over his back to his bare ass and she urged him deeper.

“Harder Stevie…please…”

“Oh, you’re in that mood?” He teased, pushing up into her harder and she let out a low keen, nodding as his hips became faster as he acquiesced to her request. He reached down, grabbing her leg behind the knee and hooked it over his shoulder, her hands fling to his arms. Her fingers dug into his skin as he started pushing a little harder, a little faster, then faster, until he had reached a relentless pace. Katie’s hands flew above her head as she used them to brace herself on the headboard of the large bed as he continued, making her curse and leaving her short of breath, eyes closed in utter pleasure. Steve groaned himself at the pleasure that he was feeling as she fluttered around him and he slowed for a moment, making her look at him, letting out a noise of protest. “

Don’t stop…” she begged, “please Stevie…”

He grinned, and it was a wicked grin, and coupled with the mischievous flash in his eyes it made Katie’s eyes widen even more. As she stared into those baby blues, his pupils blown with desire, he slowly pushed himself up so he could put her other leg over his other shoulder and picked up the pace once again, pounding into her over and over and it wasn’t long before his name and another plethora of curses tumbled from her lips as her orgasm ripped through her, and her back was arching, fingers digging into his back as he coaxed her through it, low words of praise being mumbled into her ear. But he didn’t stop there. He kept going and going until she was coming again, her face turned and pressed into her shoulder, attempting to stifle the noises she was emitting before she gave a soft squeak of surprise as Steve pulled out of her completely and used his large hands which slid round her back and flipped her onto  her front. 

The sensation of being manhandled like she was a rag doll made her groan and shiver again and she surrendered completely to him as his hands gripped her waist and hauled her ass upwards, and she gasped as Steve sunk back into her with one fluid moment, a grunt slipping from his own hips as he drove deep into her, bottoming out. The room was filled with the sounds of skin slapping skin, muffled moans and pathetic whimpers as Katie felt another wave building in her stomach. 

“C’mon doll, I know you got one more in you…” Steve said, his voice low as he bent over so his lips could trace the curve of her spine, his hips snapping back and forth “Baby, let go.” The thick Brooklyn drawl dripped off his tongue and Katie gave a muffled groan, her face pressed into the pillows of their bed. He continued to piston into her, hitting her spot over and over before he let go of her hips with one hand and reached down to stroke at her clit. She trembled and then the coil in her belly snapped and she cried out as she squeezed around him. It was almost feeble this time but it made her knees and hands give way. Steve looped an arm round her waist to hold her up, as he bent over, lips gently kissing at her neck.

“That’s my girl.” He praised gruffly, his own hips began to falter, his relief coming with a surge. He let out a low groan, nipping at his wife’s neck and then as gently as he could manage he set her down on the bed before he collapsed over the top of her. Aware of his weight pressing her into the soft bedding he rolled over and she gave a soft groan, her face still buried in the sheets. After a moment she peeked up to find him led on the bed, arms behind his head and he gave a low chuckle as she pushed herself up to lay her head on his chest.

“You okay?” he asked and he gave a chuckle as she simply buried her face into his chest with a low hum, utterly spent.

“I’m getting too old for this.” She breathed out and at that Steve laughed.

“I’m the one that’s turning 125 tomorrow.”

“Nah ah, 110.” she peeked up at him “Those 15 years don’t count as you weren’t with me.”

Steve chuckled and dropped a kiss to Katie’s head before she stirred and sat up, running a hand through her long hair, sweeping it over her shoulder before she swung her legs over the side of the bed.

“Where you going?”

“To pee.” she looked at him as she slipped on her cami-top and shorts. “And then to check on Harry, he was a bit gripey before, I think he has more teeth coming through.”

She bent over to peck him on the lips before she headed into the en-suite. Steve shimmied his boxers back over his hips, laying back on the pillow and then smiled at his wife as she left their bedroom, returning a few minutes later.

“He okay?”

“Fine.” She yawned, settling down besides him as he flicked off the lamp. She snuggled into him, her head resting on his chest as he gently rubbed her back, the two of them drifting off into a comfortable and sated sleep.

*****

Despite their earlier activities, Steve still woke a few hours later when he heard Emmy come in. He glanced at the clock, it was one minute past one in the morning. Katie had shifted and was now led with her back facing him, her hair fanning over the pillow. He listened and heard Emmy go into the kitchen, before her soft footsteps headed up the stairs and her bedroom door shut. Happy that his daughter was safe he settled back down and felt Katie stir besides him as she turned over and snuggled up to him, seeking him out even in her sleep. He looped an arm around her as she nestled her head on his chest, and he closed his eyes before drifting off again.

His super charged senses woke him again when the whispers of a certain 4 year old that should be in her own bed, but was actually stood by the side of his bed, hit his ears.

“Daddy. Daddy wake up…”

A finger slid to his eyelid, trying to lift it open and with a groan he blinked and then sat up as he focussed.

“Princess? You ok?” he asked, his voice groggy with sleep.

“Yeah.” she smiled “It’s your birthday.”

Steve looked at her as she grinned at him, before he looked to the digital clock on the night stand before he let out a groan. What felt like five minutes since he had heard Emmy come in was in fact three hours.

"It’s four in the morning!" 

"Four is the best number.” Rori replied seriously. “Four like how old I am and four like the 4th of July…”

Steve shook his head, Jesus fucking Christ.

Katie mumbled something and turned over, facing away from him as she continued to sleep and Steve looked back at Rori who was beaming at him in the dim light of the room.

“Ok, yeah, I get it just, come on.” He shifted slightly so Rori could scramble into their bed, thankful that he and Katie had actually bothered to pull on some clothing after the ‘early birthday celebrations’ the night before.  As Rori clambered over him to get to the space between her parents, her knee dug him in the stomach, causing him to exhale sharply as she got comfortable and he settled on his side facing her. Rori snuggled into his arms, pressing her face into his chest, her little hands tangling in the chain around his neck.

“Are you not excited for your birthday Daddy?” she whispered again.

“Not at four in the morning, no.” He deadpanned, his eyes closed.

“Sorry.” She whispered quietly, her tone despondent. Steve cracked an eye open and looked at her, shocked to see her green eyes full of tears.

“Hey,” he said gently, brushing her hair back, “Princess, what’s the matter?”

“Are you mad with me?”

 Steve sighed. “No, I’m not.” He kissed her forehead. 

 "Pinkie Promise?” She sniffled a little bit and Steve nodded, twining his little finger with hers.

 "Pinkie Promise.”

 She shifted in his arms again, her face now tucking into the space under his chin. “Daddy?”

 "Yes Rori?” His tone was patient even though he most certainly was not feeling that way.

 "Uncle Bucky said that if we put a candle on your cake for each year you have been alive there would be enough wax for Madam Two-swords to use, who is she?”

 "No-one" He snorted, shaking his head.

 "But why does she have two-swords?”

"No it’s Tussauds.”

 “What?”

“It doesn’t matter, Uncle Bucky is a jerk"

 She giggled. “That’s naughty.”

 "So is he.“ Steve yawned. "Now come on, go to sleep.”

 He felt her shift in his arms again, settling down as he gently rubbed at her back. Before long he felt her relax and her soft little snores hit his ears. Kissing her head he was just dozing when a soft crying noise hit his ears from the baby monitor.

 Katie sat bolt upright, it was almost like a 6th sense to her, always had been hearing their kids crying. 

 "Honey,” Steve started and she gently rubbed his arm.

 "I’ll go.” She replied and Steve lay back down, listening as she padded over the hallway

 "Oh baby!” he heard Katie soothing him over the monitor. ”Do your teeth hurt?“

 Steve listened as she gently shushed their boy, frowning. This was quite out of character for Harry in all fairness. He continued to listen as Katie bustled around their son’s room before eventually her voice grew quiet on the monitor and she appeared back in their room, Steve glancing at her just able to make out the fact she still had Harry in her arms. 

 "Hey buddy.” Steve reached over to smooth his hair as Katie settled down in the bed with him clutched to her chest. “His cheeks are warm.” he said, the back of his hand gently pressed to his son’s face.

 "I gave him some medicine.“ Katie hummed as his sniffles died down. "He’ll be ok in a while."  Setting him comfortably in the space between her and Rori she looked at Steve.

 "What’s she doing in here?” She whispered.

 "Don’t ask.“ Steve yawned and Katie gave a snort.

 "Hey, soldier?”

 Steve looked at her.

 "Happy birthday.” She smiled, leaning over their kids to give him a soft kiss.

 "Thanks baby.” He grinned against her mouth before they both settled down for what was left of their night’s sleep.

***** There was a jolt on the bed and Steve gave a sudden jerk and sat up to be faced with a grinning Jamie. Katie gave a groan and opened one eye, shaking her head a little.

 "Happy birthday, Dad!” He beamed and Steve yawned, rubbing his eyes. At least this time it was light outside.

 "Thanks son.” He smiled as Jamie hugged him. 

 "Can I get in with you?”

 "Aint you a bit too old for that now?” Katie teased, throwing back the covers as she sat up.

 "I won’t tell if you don’t." Jamie shrugged, scrambling in between Harry and Rori. Lucky then hopped up onto the bottom of the bed, the old dog settling alongside Katie’s feet. Harry shifted slightly and he murmured something as he woke, before he opened his eyes and reached out for his Momma who gently pulled him onto her lap.

 Steve glanced at his kids, then his wife who smiled at him “Told you the big bed was a good idea.”

“Well, yeah, or you look at it as being an open invitation for this lot…” he shot back and she laughed. Rori then began to stir, and she yawned slightly, blinking before she looked at Jamie, then to Harry and her mother, then finally to her father.

 "Why are they here?” She asked indignantly.

 "Same reason you are.” he arched an eyebrow.

 "Oh, yeah…is it happy birthday now?”

 "Yup,” he smiled. “I got all of you…oh, wait..” he looked around dramatically “There’s someone missing.” He frowned.

 "Emmy!” Rori shrieked, as she scrambled out of the covers, flinging the door open.

 "That was evil!” Katie looked at Steve “It’s not even 8 yet.

 "Well she insists on staying out until all hours with Queens” Steve scoffed “1 am…I mean…“

 "She’s Twenty, Steve.” Katie looked at him and he shook his head.

 "Don’t care." He pouted with the air of a petulant child.

 Rori then re-entered the room and she looked at her dad, climbing back on the bed.

 "She told me to tell you to pee off" she shrugged.

 Steve let out a roar of laughter. “Emmy!” He yelled “Get in here!”

 A minute or so later, a thoroughly grumpy looking Emmy appeared, dressed in a pair of Disney Pjamas, rubbing her eyes. 

 "Come give your dad a birthday hug.“ Steve opened his arms. 

 "I hate you.” she mumbled, face planting on to the bed.

 "Aww come on, give your old man some love!” He continued teasing her and she looked up at him, her eyebrow raised.

 "Old is right, what is it this year Pops?”

 "110 if you don’t count his little time travelling vacation.” Katie grinned. "125 if you do.”

“I thought we agreed those 15 didn’t count because I wasn’t with you?” Steve smirked and she shrugged, grinning at him.

“125…” Emmy smirked “And you don’t look a day over 124…”

 Steve tossed a pillow at her head which she caught and threw a Jamie. He gave a yell and snatched it up, hitting his sister with it, and before long the room descended into chaos. The Soldier and his eldest 3 grabbing pillows to hit one another with. The air was filled with shouts, yells, squeals and barks from Lucky as Harry bounced on Katie’s knee and gave a squeal of laughter, clapping his hands. Katie laughed, shaking her head because she could see exactly how this was going to end.

And she was right.

There was a loud ripping noise and suddenly a huge cloud of feathers erupted around them all. The room suddenly went still and silent as Steve and Jamie both sat there, each clutching one half of the shredded pillow.

 "Whoops.” Jamie said, before he started to laugh, which set Emmy and Rori off and Harry joined in, shrieking once more as he snatched at the feathers as they drifted down onto him. He grabbed them in his hands and then made a questioning noise as he showed them to Katie. She snorted and looked at Steve.

 "125 going on 2.” she spat a feather out and arched an eyebrow at her husband who shrugged, grinning.

 "What can I say?” he beamed around at his family, his absolute world, with a genuine smile “You guys keep me young!”

**original posting**

[what-is-your-plan-today]

Stark Spangled Forever: There Were 6 In The Bed, And The Little One Said...

Summary: It’s Steve’s birthday…and the bed feels a little crowded. Warnings: “Language!” SMUT (NSFW, No under 18s...) A/N: You can thank @sweater-daddiesdumbdork​ for this... HAPPY BIRTHDAY STEEBY, and Happy 4th July to all of you over the pond!

SSF Masterlist // WIYPT Masterlist

July 2028

The Rogers household was quiet. Kids all in bed, well 3 of them anyway as the eldest one was out galavanting at a concert, with friends and instructions to be home no later than 1 am, something which Steve wasn't overly happy about but had been talked into by his Katie who had reminded him that Emmy was no longer a child, hell she wasn' even a teenager anymore. Steve hated it. He hated the fact that every year that ticked by his kids were getting older, and so was he. He'd commented just before they had climbed into bed that he was convinced his beard was looking greyer than it had that morning, something Katie had scoffed at and then told him she liked it anyway, before distracting his thoughts from the fact that tomorrow he would have completed yet another circuit round the sun by gently leaning up and nipping at his jawline, her mouth ghosting over the hairs that adorned his chin. It was an action she knew he loved, especially when she traced her lips down his neck and throat, over his Adam's apple and back up again before she slid her lips to his  and the pair of them  became locked in a furious, deep kiss, Steve's tongue fucking Katie's mouth. He pulled back just long enough to pull Katie's top over her head before his lips returned to hers and Katie’s hand slid into Steve’s hair, one hand gently winding into the longer locks on top, her nails on the other dragging against the hairline on his neck.  His hands moved, one gently cupping the side of her face, the other, gently skimming over her breast, her nipples already hardened. He gently teased one with the pad of his thumb and his mouth moved down to the other, his tongue and lips working in tandem. Katie gave a little involuntary twitch against his thigh and once more his lips quirked up into a smirk.

"So needy baby girl..." he mumbled and she let out a soft whimper as his hand slipped into her sleep shorts, a little groan slipping from his mouth as he felt her slick. She wriggled against his hand and he began to work her gently, watching her face as her expressions changed as her pleasure mounted, a sight he would never get tired of seeing, ever. As her breathing became even more ragged, he shifted slightly and hooked his fingers into the sleep shorts she was wearing and worked them down, before flipping down the waist band of his boxers. Katie bent her legs, as he shuffled upwards and worked into her, the pair of them letting out a sigh each at the contact, trying to keep the noise to a minimum so as not to disturb their sleeping children who occupied the rooms over the hall. Steve’s hands fell to either side of Katie’s face as he held himself up on his forearms, kissing her deeply as he flexed his hips forward, again and again, slowly and deeply before Katie shook her head, her nails dragging down over his back to his bare ass and she urged him deeper.

"Harder Stevie...please..."

"Oh, you're in that mood?" he teased, pushing up into her harder and she let out a low keen, nodding as his hips became faster as he acquiesced to her request. He reached down, grabbing her leg behind the knee and hooked it over his shoulder, her hands fling to his arms.. Her fingers dug into his skin as he started pushing a little harder, a little faster, then faster, until he had reached a relentless pace. Katie's hands flew above her head as she used them to brace herself on the headboard of the large bed as he continued, making her curse and leaving her short of breath, eyes closed in utter pleasure. Steve groaned himself at the pleasure that he was feeling as she fluttered around him and he slowed for a moment, making her look at him, letting out a noise of protest. “

Don’t stop…” she begged, “Please Stevie…”

He grinned, and it was a wicked grin, and coupled with the mischievous flash in his eyes it made Katie's eyes widen even more. As she stared into those baby blues, his pupils blown with desire, he slowly pushed himself up so he could put her other leg over his other shoulder and picked up the pace once again, pounding into her over and over and it wasn’t long before his name and another plethora of curses tumbled from her lips as her orgasm ripped through her, and her back was arching, fingers digging into his back as he coaxed her through it, low words of praise being mumbled into her ear. But he didn't stop there. He kept going and going until she was coming again, her face turned and pressed into her shoulder, attempting to stifle the noises she was emitting before she gave a soft squeak of surprise as Steve pulled out of her completely and used his large hands which slid round her back and flipped her onto  her front. 

The sensation of being manhandled like she was a rag doll made her groan and shiver again and she surrendered completely to him as his hands gripped her waist and hauled her ass upwards, and she gasped as Steve sunk back into her with one fluid moment, a grunt slipping from his own hips as he drove deep into her, bottoming out. The room was filled with the sounds of skin slapping skin, muffled moans and pathetic whimpers as Katie felt another wave building in her stomach. 

“C’mon doll, I know you got one more in you…” Steve said, his voice low as he bent over so his lips could trace the curve of her spine, his hips snapping back and forth “Baby let go…” The thick Brooklyn drawl dripped off his tongue and  Katie gave a muffled groan, her face pressed into the pillows of their bed. He continued to piston into her, hitting her spot over and over before he let go of her hips with one hand and reached down to stroke at her clit. She trembled and then the coil in her belly snapped and she cried out as she squeezed around him. It was almost feeble this time but it made her knees and hands give way. Steve looped an arm round her waist to hold her up, as he bent over, lips gently kissing at her neck.

“That’s my girl…” he praised gruffly, his own hips began to falter, his relief coming with a surge. He let out a low groan, nipping at his wife's neck and then as gently as he could manage he set her down on the bed before he collapsed over the top of her. Aware of his weight pressing her into the soft bedding he rolled over and she gave a soft groan, her face still buried in the sheets. After a moment she peeked up to find him led on the bed, arms behind his head and he gave a low chuckle as she pushed herself up to lay her head on his chest.

“You ok?” he asked and he gave a chuckle as she simply buried her face into his chest with a low hum, utterly spent.

"I'm getting too old for this..." she breathed out and at that Steve laughed.

"I'm the one that's turning 125 tomorrow."

"Nah ah, 110." she peeked up at him "Those 15 years don't count as you weren't with me."

Steve chuckled and dropped a kiss to Katie's head before she stirred and sat up, running a hand through her long hair, sweeping it over her shoulder before she swung her legs over the side of the bed.

"Where you going?"

"To pee." she looked at him as she slipped on her cami-top and shorts  "And then to check on Harry, he was a bit gripey before, I think he has more teeth coming through ."

She bent over to peck him on the lips before she headed into the ensuite. Steve shimmied his boxers back over his hips, laying back on the pillow and then smiled at his wife as she left their bedroom, returning a few minutes later.

"He ok?"

"Fine." she yawned, settling down besides him as he flicked off the lamp. She snuggled into him, her head resting on his chest as he gently rubbed her back, the two of them drifting off into a comfortable and satiated sleep.

*****

Despite their earlier activities, Steve still woke a few hours later when he heard Emmy come in. He glanced at the clock, it was one minute past one in the morning. Katie had shifted and was now led with her back facing him, her hair fanning over the pillow. He listened and heard Emmy go into the kitchen, before her soft footsteps headed up the stairs and her bedroom door shut. Happy that his daughter was safe he settled back down and felt Katie stir besides him as she turned over and snuggled up to him, seeking him out even in her sleep. He looped an arm around her as she nestled her head on his chest, and he closed his eyes before drifting off again.

His super charged senses woke him again when the whispers of a certain 4 year old that should be in her own bed, but was actually stood by the side of his,hit his ears.

"Daddy... Daddy wake up..."

A finger slid to his eyelid, trying to lift it open and with a groan he blinked and then sat up as he focussed.

"Princess? You ok?" he asked, his voice groggy with sleep.

"Yeah." she smiled "It's your birthday.”

Steve looked at her as she grinned at him, before he looked to the digital clock on the night stand before he let out a groan. What felt like 5 minutes since he had heard Emmy come in was in fact 3 hours.

"It’s 4 in the morning!" 

"4 is the best number." she said seriously. "4 like how old I am and 4 like the 4th of July..."

Steve shook his head, Jesus fucking Christ.

Katie mumbled something and turned over, facing away from him as she continued to sleep and Steve looked back at Rori who was beaming at him in the dim light of the room.

"Ok, yeah, I get it just...come on..." he said, shifting slightly so Rori could scramble into their bed, thankful that he and Katie had actually bothered to pull on some clothing after the 'early birthday celebrations' the night before.  As Rori clambered over him to get to the space between her parents, her knee dug him in the stomach, causing him to exhale sharply as she got comfortable and he settled on his side, her. Rori snuggled into his arms, pressing her face into his chest, her little hands tangling in the chain around his neck.

"Are you not excited for your birthday Daddy?" she whispered again.

"Not at 4 in the morning no..." he deadpanned, his eyes closed.

"Sorry." she said, her tone despondent. He cracked an eye open and looked at her, shocked to see her green eyes full of tears.

"Hey..." he said gently, brushing her hair back. "What's the matter?"

"Are you mad with me?"

 Steve sighed "No, I'm not..." he kissed her forehead. 

 "Pinkie Promise?" she sniffled a little bit and Steve nodded, twining his little finger with hers.

 "Pinkie Promise."

 She shifted in his arms again, her face now tucking into the space under his chin. "Daddy..."

 "Yes Rori?" he said, his tone patient even though he most certainly was not feeling that way.

 "Uncle Bucky said that if we put a candle on your cake for each year you have been alive there would be enough wax for Madam Two-swords to use...who is she?"

 "No-one" he snorted, shaking his head.

 "But why does she have two-swords?"

"No it’s Tussauds." he yawned,

 “What?”

“It doesn’t matter, Uncle Bucky is a jerk"

 She giggled "That's naughty."

 "So is he..." Steve yawned. "Now come on, go to sleep."

 He felt her shift in his arms again, settling down as he gently rubbed at her back. Before long he felt her relax and her soft little snores hit his ears. Kissing her head he was just dozing when a soft crying noise hit his ears from the baby monitor.

 Katie sat bolt upright, it was almost like a 6th sense to her, always had been hearing their kids crying. 

 "Honey..." he said and she gently rubbed his arm.

 "I'll go..." she replied and Steve lay back down, listening as she padded over the hallway

 "Oh baby..."  he heard Katie soothing him over the monitor "Do your teeth hurt?"

 Steve listened as she gently shushed their boy, frowning. This was quite out of character for Harry in all fairness. He continued to listen as Katie bustled around their son's room before eventually her voice grew quiet on the monitor and she appeared back in their room, Steve glancing at her just able to make out the fact she still had Harry in her arms. 

 "Hey buddy..." Steve said, reaching over to smooth his hair as Katie settled down in the bed with him clutched to her chest. "His cheeks are warm." he said, the back of his hand gently pressed to his son's face.

 "I gave him some medicine..." Katie hummed as his sniffles died down. "He'll be ok in a while..."  Setting him comfortably in the space between her and Rori she looked at Steve.

 "What's she doing in here?" she whispered.

 "Don't ask..." Steve yawned and Katie gave a snort.

 "Hey, soldier?"

 Steve looked at her.

 "Happy birthday." she smiled, leaning over their kids to give him a soft kiss.

 "Thanks baby." he grinned against her mouth before they both settled down for what was left of their night’s sleep.

***** There was a jolt on the bed and Steve gave a sudden jerk and sat up to be faced with a grinning Jamie. Katie gave a groan and opened one eye, shaking her head a little.

 "Happy birthday dad!" he beamed and Steve yawned, rubbing his eyes. At least this time it was light outside.

 "Thanks son." he smiled as Jamie hugged him. 

 "Can I get in with you?"

 "Aint you a bit too old for that now?" Katie teased, throwing back the covers as she sat up.

 "I won't tell if you don't" Jamie shrugged, scrambling in between Harry and Rori. Lucky then hopped up onto the bottom of the bed, the old dog settling alongside Katie's feet. Harry shifted slightly and he murmured something as he woke, before he opened his eyes and reached out for his Momma who gently pulled him onto her lap.

 Steve glanced at his kids, then his wife who smiled at him "Told you the big bed was a good idea."

"Well, yeah, or you look at it as being an open invitation for this lot..." he shot back and she laughed. Rori then began to stir, and she yawned slightly, blinking before she looked at Jamie, then to Harry and her mother, then finally to her father.

 "Why are they here?" she asked indignantly.

 "Same reason you are." he arched an eyebrow.

 "Oh, yeah...is it happy birthday now?"

 "Yup..." he smiled. "I got all of you...oh, wait..” he looked around dramatically “There's someone missing..." he frowned.

 "Emmy!" Rori shrieked, as she scrambled out of the covers, flinging the door open.

 "That was evil!" Katie looked at Steve "It's not even 8 yet.

 "Well she insists on staying out until all hours with Queens" Steve scoffed “1 am...I mean..."

 "She's 20 Steve." Katie looked at him and he shook his head.

 "Don't care" he pouted with the air of a petulant child.

 Rori then re-entered the room and she looked at her dad, climbing back on the bed.

 "She told me to tell you to pee off" she shrugged.

 Steve let out a roar of laughter "Emmy!" he yelled "Get in here..."

 A minute or so later, a thoroughly grumpy looking Emmy appeared, dressed in a pair of Disney Pjamas, rubbing her eyes. 

 "Come give your dad a birthday hug." Steve opened his arms. 

 "I hate you." she mumbled, face planting on to the bed.

 "Aww come on, give your old man some love..." he continued teasing her and she looked up at him, her eyebrow raised.

 "Old is right, what is it this year Pops? "

 "110 if you don't count his little time travelling vacation." Katie grinned "125 if you do."

“I thought we agreed those 15 didn’t count because I wasn’t with you?” he smirked and she shrugged, grinning at him.

"125..." Emmy smirked "And you don't look a day over 124..."

 Steve tossed a pillow at her head which she caught and threw a Jamie. He gave a yell and snatched it up, hitting his sister with it, and before long the room descended into chaos. The Soldier and his eldest 3 grabbing pillows to hit one another with. The air was filled with shouts, yells, squeals and barks from Lucky as Harry bounced on Katie’s knee and gave a squeal of laughter, clapping his hands. Katie laughed, shaking her head because she could see exactly how this was going to end.

And she was right.

There was a loud ripping noise and suddenly a huge cloud of feathers erupted around them all. The room suddenly went still and silent as Steve and Jamie both sat there, each clutching one half of the shredded pillow.

 "Whoops." Jamie said, before he started to laugh, which set Emmy and Rori off and Harry joined in, shrieiking once more as he snatched at the feathers as they drifted down onto him. He grabbed them in his hands and then made a questioning noise as he showed them to Katie. She snorted and looked at Steve.

 "125 going on 2." she spat a feather out and arched an eyebrow at her husband who shrugged, grinning.

 "What can I say?” he beamed around at his family, his absolute world, with a genuine smile “You guys keep me young!”

[whumpqin]

Quinn - Chapter 1 (This Wasn’t the Plan)

Hello all! It’s been a while since I’ve posted some of my own writing. I’ve decided to make a side story to Elisha, which is what this is! I hope yall are interested in some Quinn whump >:3c

Taglist: (considering this is a similar but also different series, I’m tagging Elisha’s people, but feel free to want to be removed from this taglist! I will make sure to make the difference.) @faewhump​ @galaxywhump​ @castielamigos-whump-side-blog​ @insanitywishes​ @burtlederp​ @whumpasaurus101​ @simplygrimly​ (ask if you want tagged!)

CW: nonhuman whumpee, creepy whumper, muzzles, forced muzzling, fantasy racism, kidnapping, smoking, guns, briefly mentioned assassination attempt, manhandled, getting patted down, gut punching, drugging, needles

Word Count: 2,799

It’s a dull ringing that rouses him from his sleep - an annoying tone that he’d sworn to fix and still hasn’t gotten around to.

Quinn groans at the rude awakening, and rolls his head over to see why it was going off by planting his hand on his phone and dragging it closer. It reads unknown against a background of black. Despite the annoyance that makes his tail curl lazily in his bed, he still swipes his finger across the bottom to answer it, bringing it up to his ear.

“Hello?”

The other side of the line is quiet for a moment, before a gruff voice, a little lower than Quinn expects, speaks. “This number was provided in relation to contacting a ‘Quinn Devereux’. Is this who I’m speaking to?”

“This is he,” Quinn says, sliding his blankets off of him, confusion lighting his voice.

“I am calling on behalf of my employer, Mr. Delaney, who has arrived at the meeting place. Except, it does not appear that you are there. I do hope you plan to be on schedule, yes?”

Ah, hell.

Quinn sits up in the bed quickly as alarm saps all the weight from his body. “Uh, of course not! ‘Pologies, I was plannin’ on makin’ it a uh…” he pauses to bring his phone down and note the time, which is about ten ‘til nine. Shit, shit shit- “a little earlier than this. Same place, right? That old abandoned house?”

“Yes. Don’t be late, Quinn. We wouldn’t want this deal going south, now would we?”

“‘Course! I mean, I-'' The phone makes a beeping noise to indicate that the other side hung up, stopping Quinn in his tracks. He looks down at it to be sure, before heaving a large sigh. It’s going to be one of those days it seems.

He needs to work fast. Firstly Quinn rifles through his apartment for nice-ish looking clothes, and though he’s never bought a suit and swears that he’s not going to no matter how much his Ma tells him to, he finds one of the newer button-up shirts that he bought recently. He scans its surface in case it magically had gathered stains on it while sitting in his dresser drawer in exile, but considering he only wore it once for a job interview he figures it’ll do the trick. He slips it on and finds some day old jeans that don’t smell too awful before he takes a look at himself in the mirror.

He’s a little worse for wear, but at a quick glance it’s only those faint dark circles underneath his eyes that catches his attention the most. Quinn combs through his black hair with his fingers, flattening it to look more presentable while also unhooking strands that wrap around his antlers and the bright orange tag against his ear. He pauses there, looking himself up and down.

Bedraggled and half awake, in clothes that are only somewhat clean. Going to a shady place to make a shady deal on behalf of people he barely knows.

“You can do this,” he quietly tells his reflection as he leans against the sink. “Get in, get out, get paid. Get in, get out, get paid.”

He repeats the phrase a few more times, committing it to memory on his way out. He picks up the handwritten letter he’d left on the small table at the front door and stuffs it into his front pocket. Then Quinn grabs onto his muzzle, slipping the buckles around his antlers to fasten it loosely against his face.

As he walks out of his apartment and onto the street, he makes the mistake of checking his phone one he’s properly in the morning light. It reads five minutes before his meeting, and he still has a ways to walk yet. Quinn lets out an exasperated sigh, eyes falling upwards to the adjacent apartment complex. It’s there he notes some curtains quickly shutter closed. His eyes narrow.

There’s someone watching you. Real strange fellow, he remembers the considerate old lady from down the hall telling him.

Tell me something I don’t know, he had responded. Quinn wouldn’t be surprised if it turns out it was just his employer keeping a good and proper eye on information.

To make up for time, he runs. Quinn dips into the alleyways to escape the busy streets of the morning, taking a few turns that he’s become familiar with while walking through the streets. A couple turns here and there, and he exits out onto another main street very close to his destination. He counts himself lucky he remembers the address at all. It would have been embarrassing as hell to have to ask the guy on the phone where he was supposed to have this meeting in the first place.

Quinn jogs up to the specific house, noting the old “for sale” sign that doesn’t even have a number on it anymore. It’s a huge place, once a mansion that was abandoned a long time ago because of bad press or something. He’s never looked at it before; even looking as ruined as it is by time, the place is still out of his price range.

He knocks on the door politely, taking the small pause to smooth out his clothes in a last ditch effort to not look like he had just gotten up a little bit ago, and waits patiently. The door creaks open with several years’ old whine that makes him wince, squinting one eye while he notices a human, dressed in dark clothing with short brown hair and amber eyes, staring back at him. Due to the muzzle making him unable to speak, Quinn offers a small wave before hovering his pinkie over his mouth and thumb over his ear, then pointing to the man. The human offers no reaction, but merely steps to the side. He takes the cue and steps inside the house.

It’s not as majestic as he once thought it might be. It hasn’t been taken care of in ages; the wallpaper is peeling off of the walls and there are holes in the floor, and the more Quinn steps through the house and hears it creak in response to him the more he wonders if the whole thing is going to cave in on him. It’s practically a deathtrap at this point.

He tries to make his reservations known to the human with a pause, knitting his brows in an uncomfortable position as he shoots a glance back at him, but he doesn't get the message.

The human opens up an old door for him that Quinn peeks around. There’s another human sitting in a chair in the middle of the living room, his legs crossed as he reclines into his seat. There’s a cigarette in one hand trailing smoke into the air, filling the room with its scent. His dirty blonde hair was perfectly styled like his fancy suit, and the only thing that didn’t look put together was the rough stubble against his chin.

The man who greeted Quinn closes the door behind both of them and steps around, joining another man with different hair behind the reclining human’s chair. The human in the chair - the boss he’s supposed to speak to, he supposes, flicks out his left wrist to check his watch almost casually. Then, he looks to Quinn with that icy blue stare of his.

“Right on time, it seems,” he says. Quinn tries not to let the dual feelings of discomfort and relief wash over his face too plainly. The man motions to a table he hadn’t seen yet. “Please, take off that muzzle. We can’t talk business if, well, you can’t talk, now can we?”

At his behest, Quinn slides his fingers up to the buckles against his head to loosen them and pull the muzzle off of his face. As it’s drawn away he takes a moment to work his jaws, careful not to bare his teeth too much in the presence of other humans, just in case. Then he places the muzzle on the table.

“Thanks for that. Are you uh, Mr. Delaney?” Quinn asks.

“Yes. I believe you have a message for me?” Delaney sits up in his chair and takes a long drag of his cigarette.

“Uh, yes, I do, I-” As Quinn reaches into his pocket to pull out the letter he’d been given, both of the humans to Delaney’s left and right immediately pull out guns and aim them directly at him. His chest goes cold. “Whoa, whoa, I’m just pullin’ out a letter!”

Delaney brays out a chuckle, puffing out smoke like some sort of dragon. “You’ll have to forgive these two. A bit jumpy after the last attempt, especially with lone messengers like you. Can never be too careful. You understand, right?” His eyes are squinted from his friendly smile, but there’s an emptiness in them that makes Quinn uncomfortable. Moreso when he waves his free hand towards Quinn and tells the guards to, “search him.”

The two bodyguards step forward without putting their guns away. Quinn swallows and stays perfectly still just like his Pa always told him to, allowing the two to move his arms about and go through his pockets. It’s a bit awkwardly invasive with two sets of hands patting him down like they are, but he’d rather have his personal space invaded than, well, the other outcome. The guards dig into all of his pockets, pulling up his wallet and the letter that had come from Quinn’s employer.

The human who found the letter gives Quinn a side eye that makes him draw a blank in terms of words, before opening the letter himself. He draws out the paper that was carefully handwritten and placed, unfolding it like it was a bomb of some sort.

Quinn was watching him like a hawk, so much so that he didn’t notice the other human had stepped away and given his wallet to Delaney.

“So, Quinn, it seems. You’ll have to forgive me for not remembering, it’s hard to remember everyone’s name nowadays. What brings you to this type of work, huh?” Delaney went on, rifling through Quinn’s wallet with curiosity.

“Um, I-I needed the money,” he mutters, watching the bodyguards hand the letter off to Delaney. “For the record, my employer thought it’d look wrong to bring more people besides, well, me. Wants to be cordial an’ all.” It’s not really his message, but he can’t help but feel a bubbling nervous feeling in his stomach as Delaney reads the letter.

“You mean he doesn’t want to lose any more men, so he figured I’d take mercy on just the messenger,” Delaney cooly corrects.

“Well I’m not sure what my employer’d think, but I’d for sure want the messenger t’ be spared,” Quinn says in the attempt at a joke.

When no one in the room laughs, he curls his tail around his ankle.

Delaney huffs a small bit of laughter as he reaches the end of the letter, beginning to slowly rip it up into little pieces and shoving it into his nice suit. “Quinn, do you know what happens when you give someone an inch?”

“They take a mile?” He swallows as the human stands up from his chair and adjusts his cufflinks.

“Yes, good, at least you’re not totally brain dead like some I’ve seen. I’m not about to relent and give that man a fraction of space like he’s requesting. You of all people should know that this is my territory, right? Where I do my business?”

“Right, but-” His breath hitches when the guard next to him grabs onto his shoulders and holds him before he can step forward. “This agreement is so they won’t encroach, is all. Wouldn’t it’d be better to not have any more territory disputes?”

Delaney regards him for a moment, having to tilt his head upwards just slightly due to Quinn’s height. Then he smiles a bit more widely. “I don’t think we’ll be making a deal today. But… I think we’ll take care of it from here. When are you meeting with your employer again?”

“As, as soon as I can.” Quinn’s eyes frantically look around for an exit as the other bodyguard closes in. He needs to get out of here. Now. “I’ll uh, leave you to it then, I guess. Sorry we couldn’t come to some sorta agreement-”

“Let me at least escort you out. My treat,” Delaney offers with an extended hand towards the door.

“Um, I ‘preciate the offer, but, I actually have a uh, a few things to tend to after this, so-”

The bodyguard holding him delivers a solid blow to his middle, knocking the air out of him in one fell swoop. Quinn doubles over, held up only by the strong hands gripping onto his shirt now, gasping to fill his lungs quickly.

“Perhaps I wasn’t very clear. I wasn’t asking, Quinn.” Delaney tilts his head to the side to catch his eye. “I’m not about to let you blab about everything you saw here just yet. Need a few things in order, you know? I just need to know if you’re coming with me willingly, or if my men need to get involved.”

“Hold… hold on a minute now,” he says quickly and yet still breathless as the panic wells in his chest instead of the oxygen he desperately needed. “I’m, I’m just a messenger, I’m not- what-what are you doing?”

Delaney had sighed and looked to his other body guard while Quinn was talking. He points over to the muzzle lying on the table and flicks his hand. “Muzzle him. I don’t have time to deal with his blabbering.”

Quinn’s arms are wrestled behind him before he can realize. The bodyguard is stronger than he thought, and he holds him still long enough for the other one to draw close enough, muzzle in hand. He struggles, lifting his head out of their reach and kicking his legs out to delay the inevitable. One of them grabs his antlers, jerking his head downwards for long enough that they can wrap the buckles around his face. They’re affixed tightly against his face, muffling most of the panicked cries erupting from his throat beyond whines.

“Enough of that whining,” he hears from Delaney as a firm command. He glances over with terrified eyes to see him pull a phone out of his pocket. “I have to make a call. Oh, you two, make sure to get him comfortable in the trunk, will you?”

The two humans nod, and drag him out of the room. Quinn screams as best he can through his nose, kicking his legs and struggling to get away from them as best he can. One of them spits out a curse, unhooking the gun from their side.

“Shut the fuck up,” he hisses. “I’m not dealing with a spitfire devil today. I’ll just shoot you and get it over with. You want that?” Quinn breathes hard and shakes his head frantically. “Then fucking act like it.”

They pull him out of the house with little issue after that. Quinn’s tail coils, tightening painfully against his ankle as it worries at the fabric and skin, as they approach a dark car with tinted windows. One of the bodyguards walks to the other side and pulls out a few items from the front seat, and Quinn can hear the clinking of chain along with it.

He’s suddenly thrust forward, and his face impacts against the side of the car. His bright eyes go wide, searching frantically for what’s happening, and then he feels metal tightly wrap around both of his wrists. Then he is taken from the side of the car to its back, as one of the bodyguards opens up the trunk. Quinn jerks against the cuffs holding his hands together, frustrated and scared tears pricking at the corners of his eyes.

This can’t be happening, he thinks, looking at the interior of the trunk. His antlers are roughly grabbed again, dragging his head to the side. He can’t help but roll the thought around in his head, how this wasn’t supposed to be how it went, as something sharp sticks into the side of his neck. Quinn squirms, a muted whine slipping from his nose as a wave of dizziness hits him and his legs nearly buckle. The guards take the opportunity and throw him into the back of the trunk, and as Quinn lands with a harsh thud his vision blurs from the force of the impact.

“Get comfortable,” the one who cursed at him before remarks. “You’re gonna be with us for a while, I think.”

[dungeondicedivaarchieve]

A few months ago I typed up some comments about the anime-only scene between Otogi and Honda on the blimp. Found here.

Well... now I'm here to talk about what happened before that scene. Because I read so much more into it.

Let's take a walk.

Please keep in mind that a great deal of this speculation comes from the belief that, despite Mr. Clown not being seen in the anime, he still exists and his relationship to his son is very similar. Also please keep in mind that this is all speculation from someone who has spent waaaayyyy too much time looking into everything Ryuji Otogi says/ does.

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We join our heroes shortly after Yugi's Duel with Bakura. Ryou has fallen unconscious and the stab wound he sustained earlier has re-opened (unless you're watching the dub where blood doesn't exist.)

Otogi's first line comes after Shizuka has asked Kaiba to land the plane, and the camera cuts to her making a pose that demonstrates both uncertainty and discomfort. Kaiba stares at her and Honda and Otogi both get between them... to Honda's annoyance.

More on this in a second.

Kaiba ignores this and turns his attention back to Jonouchi and Yugi, telling them that it was Bakura's choice to Duel and that he will not be held responsible for the repercussions of another's mistake.

This causes Shizuka to shout (probably for the first time in her life.)

Otogi makes this face. Personally, I think it looks like a combination of surprise and concern. But why would he be concerned?

Because Shizuka is a lot younger, a lot smaller, and a lot less powerful (both physically and financially) than Seto Kaiba.

He is fearful of what Kaiba will do in retaliation, ans so.

He gets between Shizuka and Kaiba in hopes of transferring whatever Kaiba's about to do to him instead of her.

Because Ryuji Otogi is an abuse victim that knows what happens when you challenge someone bigger and more powerful than you. They put you back in your place.

Also Honda continues to not like this. Otogi is cutting him off each time he tries to speak, and while this could be seen as Otogi trying to one up Honda (and the dub absolutely took it that way) I can see it taken a number of ways. There's a chance he's trying to team up with Honda and hope that Kaiba won't start anything if it's two against one. It could also be that Otogi's not paying a lot of attention to Honda. He does see Shizuka and start moving in front of her before Honda moves into the frame the second time.

Going on a small tangent here but...

Keep in mind, Otogi stepped into a fight against four other guys and got himself involved in the fight against a cult to protect Honda and Shizuka. Sure, you can say that he did that to have a chance with her, but that's a lot of risk to have a chance with a girl he knows nothing about... especially for a guy who could have any number of girls with minimal effort. He will also shortly after this put up his own body as a gamble to protect Shizuka from a creepy old man that wants to wear her body like a suit. Personally, I don't think Otogi has any romantic feelings towards Shizuka at all, since each time they interact, he isn't so much flirting as he is trying to protect her. He treats Rebecca in a very similar way when he joins the duel between her and Varon under the assumption that Mai is also dueling, and that Rebecca will be outnumbered (and the correct assumption that a 12-year-old is about to pick a fight with a cult member who has the power to steal her soul. I've heard critiques that Otogi is very sexist because he won't let Rebecca nor Shizuka fight their own battles, which, yes, that's one way to take it... or you can take it as him stepping in when people significantly younger than even he is (Shizuka is 13) are put into incredible danger.)

That was lengthier than I meant for it to be, I'm sorry, back to the actual post.

So, despite everyone's best attempts, Kaiba's not landing this plane. Now get out.

Shizuka makes this face as they leave.

She's not having a good time.

Again Honda tries to talk to Shizuka and again Otogi cuts him off. He also grabs her hands and makes a very dramatic show of himself.

He makes this ridiculous face (that the dub skips because right after it, Shizuka blushes, and the dub really wants to portray Duke as the bad option in this love triangle. So we can't let it be known that she's happy he's doing this.)

This. This is not a face you use when you're trying to be suave and impress a girl. Heck, this is not a face we'll ever see him use again. We've seen him be suave and flirtatious, we know what it looks like, and folks, this ain't it.

To me, he knows he's being ridiculous and over-the-top. That's the point. He's trying to make Shizuka smile or at least stop making that face.

Now... this is where things take a turn.

Disclaimer: This might come across like I don't like Honda. I don't dislike Honda at all! It's just the nature of this scene.

Honda volunteers to go look for the Millennium Ring. Yugi agrees that they should all look. Honda says no, Jonouchi and Yugi should focus on their duels.

We cut to Otogi (still holding Shizuka's hands, I think she's okay now buddy you can stop) and he asks if Shizuka wants to help him search (he does not speak for her like he does in the dub.)

Honda insists Otogi come with him and very forcefully shoves/pushes Otogi away from Shizuka (who does, admittedly, look relieved.) When Otogi tries to protest that this isn't what he wants, Honda grabs his face to silence him.

This is not the first time someone has silenced Otogi by forcefully touching his face.

And this is not the expression of someone who is at all comfortable with the person touching him.

Honda then proceeds to drag a flailing Otogi away from the group while covering his mouth.

Otogi is doing everything in his power to communicate that he does not want this without being able to speak or break the guy's hold around his neck and no one is recognizing this as a sign of distress... or they are and they're just not stopping it. Heck, Jonouchi thinks Honda is being nice.

We can also see in this still that Honda's got a few inches on Otogi. Not a lot, Honda is 5'11 and Otogi is 5'8, but that's a considerable difference when you're intimidated.

Honda drags him to the top of the blimp and, while Otogi is looking about the blimp for the ring (what Honda claimed they were going up here to do) Honda stays still. Directly in front of the door. Blocking Otogi from being able to get away. (I can't post any more images in this post I'll have to rely on hyperlinks now.)

Otogi can't get away and he's been pulled away from the group. He is very aware this guy has a problem with him and can very easily overpower him.

So Otogi does what I've dubbed activates smug mode.

I'm going to make another post elaborating on activate smug mode (this one's long enough as it is) but, basically, Otogi only acts this way when he's trying to get the better of someone or when he's feeling threatened. He is also incredibly smug when he approaches his father to tell him that he lost to Yugi, knowing full well how his father will react to that news. It's a defense mechanism. Honda's taller and stronger than Otogi, all Otogi can really do is badmouth him and make him feel smaller in hopes that that will make Honda back off.

He then makes this pose.

I'm no body language specialist, but I worked as a counselor at a battered women's shelter for a while, so I was taught a few things.

1. He turns to his side. When you're intimidated by someone, you don't face them directly. You tilt your body away to give the illusion of distance, and to keep your vitals out of their direct reach.

2. He folds his arms in front of his stomach. Remember, Shizuka crossed her arms in front of her stomach when she was facing down Kaiba. Otogi is masking it a little by pointing and propping his elbow on his hand, but folding the arms over the chest or stomach remains a typical sign of insecurity/fear.

3. He is clutching his arm. This is something people do during severe bouts of anxiety in an attempt to ground themselves.

In conclusion, yes, Otogi sounds very confident and like he's egging Honda on. He sounds confident. Because that's the only thing he really has over Honda. Honda seems insecure about his appearance when compared to Otogi, thus why he gets deeply irritated whenever Otogi gets close to Shizuka. Otogi taps into that and uses it because it's his only defense in this situation. Maybe Honda will get fed up and leave to go lick his wounded pride.

It doesn't work. They throw hands. Well, Honda throws hands. Otogi stays in a very defensive stance the entire time. Fun fact: Keeping your arms raised close to your face and blocking your chest is one of the main stances in the more defensive based martial art of Tae-Kwon-Do.

In conclusion, my name is Axel and I think about this way, way, waaaay too much. I am of the belief that Otogi is very intimidated by Honda. I was going to attach images here of all the times Honda grabs Otogi's shirt/ threatens to punch him in the face but since I can't attach any more images and hyperlinks are a pain, I'll save it for another post. There are at least five instances.

No, I don't hate/dislike Honda, in fact, I'm pretty sure if Honda knew about Otogi's background, he'd feel terrible. The fact is they're both insecure teenage boys, Otogi because of his home life and Honda because of his family's social status and perhaps his lack of success as a duelist.

And... while I've thought about this scene a lot ever since posting that other post, I never realized how sad it makes me. Otogi's not hiding that he's not okay with being manhandled and dragged off, and his friends just sorta. Let it happen. Again, I don't blame any of them. Both Yugi and Jou have a lot on their minds and they don't seem to notice that this is a problem. Probably because 1. Honda and Jou are very physical/ playfully threatening people, that's just how they are. 2. No one knows about Otogi's homelife. They have no way of knowing he would have issue with any of this. They do it to one another all the time.

I have a lot of feelings.

Thank you for coming to my TEDTalk.

[plaidbooks]

Everyone Deserves Love - Chapter 13

A/N: This takes place after “Community Policing” (season 17, episode 5), when Rafael indicts the 3 cops. I mention he starts getting threats, but it’s not the one from the show, not yet. But boy oh boy, do you think Devon’s gonna be happy about that?

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Tags: nightmares, mentions of death, trafficking, smut, oral (male receiving)

Words: 4k+

Taglist: @the-baby-bookworm @beccabarba @thatesqcrush @itsjustmyfantasyroom @stardust-fray @permanentlydizzy @averyhotchner @mrsrafaelbarba @dianilaws

Apartment of Brittany Gomez

Thursday, July 24th. 2:05am

Devon was in the courtroom, sitting in the witness box, confused as to why she was there. She whipped her head around, taking in the empty room. She stood to leave, to get some fresh air outside.

“Sit down, Miss Motely,” a stern voice ordered. She turned to see a judge sitting in his seat, glaring down at her; she sat quickly, heart hammering. She heard murmurs and looked at the gallery, now full of people. The prosecutor was making his way around his table, staring daggers at her.

“So, it was at this point that you murdered both your parents,” he started.

“No, that’s not how it—” Devon started before the judge slammed his gavel, the sound reverberating throughout the room.

“Do not speak out of turn, you murderer,” he spat. Devon looked between the two of them, stuck, shutting her mouth. Her hands started shaking violently as the prosecutor started again.

“You murdered them in cold blood, didn’t you? Just like you murdered all those other people, and why, to ‘save’ someone else? Just justifying murder,” the prosecutor shook his head in disgust.

“I’m not a murderer!” Devon yelled, tears running down her cheeks. “I did save those people!”

“That’s it! Bailiff, take her away!” the judge ordered. A towering man, face in shadows, came and hauled Devon out of the witness box, pinning her arms behind her. She struggled but it was futile; his hands held her wrists in a vice. She screamed, her throat burning, raw from the force of it. She slammed her eyes shut as they went through the door.

Silence. The bailiff’s iron-like grip was gone, though she could still feel where he grabbed her. Devon opened her eyes into the empty corridor. She turned, in slow motion, back towards the courtroom. But behind her was the elevator doors, with Marco Sorrel holding a gun to Barba’s head. Devon felt the cold metal of her glock in her hand, rose it to aim at Marco. But her arm was moving slowly, like it was covered in molasses.

“Help me,” Barba murmured, voice barely above a whisper, but in the silence, it was deafening. His bright green eyes were full of fear. “Please.” There was a gunshot, but it was Marco who shot, red exploding out of the side of Barba’s head.

Devon shot up in bed, panting, gasping for breath. She reached over to the other side of the bed, searching for Barba’s warm, sleeping form. But she found nothing. Panicked, she glanced around the room. It took her a few moments for her still-asleep brain to catch up; she was undercover right now, she wasn’t home. Barba wasn’t there.

Sighing, she looked at the clock, groaning at the time. Devon picked up her phone. Well, technically, it was Brittany Gomez’s phone; Devon’s phone was left at Barba’s—their place. Though, she still knew his number by heart, she couldn’t bring herself to wake him in the middle of the night for something as silly as a nightmare. Even if it was a mixture of an old, reoccurring one and a new hell added on. Instead, she took the phone case off, pulling out the folded photo tucked away there. She unfolded the already-worn picture, gazing down at it lovely. It was a picture of Barba and Devon in Central Park, Barba with both arms around her shoulders, pressing a kiss to her cheek. Devon was all smiles in the picture, obviously incredibly in love. Wiping away a tear, she put the picture back in the phone case before laying back in the bed, hoping for at least a little bit of a peaceful rest.

Big G’s Place

Friday, July 25th. 11:30pm

Devon moved her way through the other Johns and Janes, trying not to stare at anyone’s face for too long, but long enough that the camera in her glasses picked up their facial recognition in the FBI database. She finally found a girl—probably no older than 13—that was being manhandled by some drunken John. Devon moved up to the girl, giving her a seductive smile.

“Come on, honey. I can treat you better than this stiff,” she purred. In some part of her brain, a part that was heavily under lock and key, she shuddered at her own actions. But Brittany Gomez liked young girls, especially the ones that were developing early. So, she took this young girl’s hand and pulled her away from the John, who was way too drunk to even notice—he seemed like he had actually passed out on the sofa during this interaction.

Devon collapsed back into an armchair, dragging the girl into her lap. The girl fell against Devon’s shoulder, her head leaning against the chair slightly above hers. Devon kept a hand on her hip, holding her there, but otherwise didn’t touch her, instead taking this time to look around at the partygoers, praying that her team would raid the place, and soon. They were simply waiting for the main pimp to show up, that way they could pick everyone up in one fell swoop. Devon had already seen at least three off-duty cops, all carrying their guns; she wanted to make sure those three were taken care of in case things got ugly. Phones weren’t allowed at this party, but her and her team had their own code when it came to UC’s like this, and Devon had already green-lit the armed partygoers. But Devon was unarmed, one of her least favorite feelings. Which was why she picked out the most miserable girl she could find, to maybe help at least someone.

Just then, a big, white man came bursting in like he owned the place, gold chains hanging off his neck, leather jacket open, gun displayed proudly in his waistband.

Looks like Big G is here, Devon thought, unconsciously tightening her grip on the girl in her lap. The girl squirmed and Devon loosened her grip. “Sorry, baby,” she murmured, keeping as much desire in her voice as she could, but eyes never leaving the new threat in the room.

The FBI waited until he had moved into the center of the room before bursting in through every entrance, blocking the escape routes. Devon grabbed the girl protectively and flipped over the arm of the chair, landing on top of the girl on the ground in a defensive position.

“Stay down,” she ordered, all business. The girl nodded as the commotion around them ended just as quickly as it started, no shots fired. Devon slowly stood, hands up until the team’s leader came over to her.

“Great work, Motely,” she said. Devon nodded in acknowledgement before lending a hand to the girl who was still prone on the floor.

“You—you’re a cop?” the girl ground out.

“FBI actually. Don’t worry; you’re safe now,” Devon replied, helping her up.

Apartment of Brittany Gomez

Saturday, July 26th. 1:30am

Devon threw herself down on the bed, skimpy clothes and makeup still on. This was the 5th bust as many cities in the past two weeks, and she was exhausted. Sure, she was glad to be doing her job, to be helping these kids that they were picking up from these parties. But it was tiring, pretending that she was interested in children, the stress of being caught or uncovered at any moment, the rush of adrenaline leading up to and during the raids. Plus, she missed Barba every moment of every day, unable to talk to him, of even reaching out. And her nightmares were getting more frequent; sometimes Marco would kill Barba, sometimes she would kill Marco and have to deal with Barba’s wrath, and once, she had killed Barba. That last one had shaken her to her core, and she didn’t sleep the rest of that night or the next, afraid of what she might see when she closed her eyes.

The only thing she had to keep her sane was the photo of them from their first date, and even that was wearing quickly, the creases in the material causing the color to fade, the paper tearing in some spots. She was careful handling the picture, afraid it would rip, and then she’d have nothing of him to look at, to have and to hold throughout this raid-fest. And there was no end in sight to these parties. It was almost as if Jenkins were testing her abilities, making sure that she could still work to her fullest, dating or not. And she was determined not to fail.

Devon got up, dragging herself to the bathroom to strip off her makeup before attempting to sleep. Even on the nights that she didn’t have nightmares, her dreams came in random clips, hardly memorable in the morning. But she usually woke up more exhausted than when she went to bed. She sighed; at least she didn’t have another party to attend for three days. Just enough time to move apartments, establish herself, and gain an invite. She sighed heavily as she scrubbed the eyeshadow off.

Apartment of Brittany Gomez

Sunday, September 3rd. 2:15am

Devon packed; she was exhausted, another week meant another three raids. But she was also excited. The raid she just got back from was the last one, and now, she was going home. Just the thought of being back in NYC, of being back in the apartment she shared with Barba, of curling up against him, his warm breath on her neck—it was enough to make it so that she knew she wouldn’t sleep. So, instead, she busied herself with packing, grabbing her meager amount of things—mostly clothes and a few toiletries. The rest of her “belongings” were really the department’s; the FBI would take care of it. She looked to her car keys, innocently laying on the nightstand, debating snatching them up and driving back tonight. But it was an eight-hour drive from West Virginia back to New York, and Devon was afraid that she’d fall asleep on the drive, excited to be home or not.

So, she finished packing, then forced herself to lay down, hoping to get some sleep before the long drive home. Her eyes had barely closed when she received a text. Groaning, she rolled over to look at it; no one should be able to message her except her boss. And sure enough, it was a message from Jenkins. Though, he was passing a message on from a “Detective Carisi.” Sonny? Devon thought, opening the text. She read it, then read it again. A third time.

Wide awake now, adrenaline pumping through her veins, Devon grabbed her things, hurrying to her rental car. She shot a quick text to Barba, asking if he was awake. He wrote back instantly, and she called him while she pulled onto the highway.

“You’re being threatened by police?” Devon blurted out as soon as he answered.

Barba sighed. “Fucking SVU…” he muttered under his breath before explaining, “three cops gunned down an unarmed black man. I indicted them, and then the threats started coming in. Nothing to worry about.”

“Nothing to worry about? Rafael, what the fuck?” Devon’s mind was going a mile a minute. She realized dimly that she was speeding, her foot pressing on the gas in her panic. She eased off, putting on cruise control once she was at the speed limit.

Barba was quiet for a long time before he spoke again. “I missed your voice.”

All of the tension and adrenaline was sucked out of her. Devon felt herself deflate under his voice. They hadn’t seen each other, much less spoke, in over a month, and the first time they talk, she’s freaking out.

“I’ve missed you,” she whispered back. Tears started to form, but she blinked them away. She wasn’t even sure why they had appeared in the first place; she just missed him that much. And now, he was potentially in danger.

“Are you okay to drive? It’s late.” He was changing the subject, trying to distract her, and she knew it. But she also really, really, didn’t want to fight him about this. Especially after they haven’t spoken in so long, nor over the damn phone.

She smiled softly. “I’m fine. I just want…I need to be there. I need to be home, with you.”

“Caller ID said you were calling from West Virginia. That’s a…long drive. Pull over and sleep if you need to; I’ll still be here when you get home,” he promised.

“I will, baby. But I’m pretty awake right now.”

He chuckled darkly at that. “You sound like it.”

Devon stuck her tongue out, even though she knew he couldn’t see her. “Sleep, Rafa. Don’t wait up for me. Like you said, it’s late.”

“I’ll sleep better when you’re here.” It was an innocent statement, but there was a layer of something else underneath it. Something that sounded a lot like sadness. She felt it too; she always slept better curled against him.

“Soon, babe. I promise. I love you,” Devon said, wishing beyond anything that she could just magically teleport home.

She could hear his grin when he replied. “I love you, too. Drive safe, please. Come home safely.”

Apartment of Rafael Barba and Devon Motely

Sunday, September 3rd. 10:42am

Devon knew that she was supposed to go to the Bureau first, to return the rental car and to debrief with Jenkins, but she couldn’t force herself; she had to see Barba first, to make sure he was alright, that he was safe. The rational side of her knew that she would know if he wasn’t, that someone from SVU would’ve told her, but she didn’t care; she was going to make sure.

The elevator ride seemed to take forever. When it dinged, signifying that she was on their floor, she forced the doors open before running down the hallway. Barba must’ve heard her footsteps, because he opened the door to their loft, sticking his head into the hallway, face breaking into a huge smile when he saw Devon. He came out of the loft, and Devon threw herself into his arms, hugging him close. He wrapped his arms around her back, chuckling as he held her.

“I missed you so much,” she whispered into the crook of his neck. She pulled back, just enough to look into his eyes, before she peppered his face with kisses, lips brushing everywhere.

“I’ve missed you, too,” he laughed lightly. “I’m glad you’re safe. I was worried.” They finally released each other, though, Barba interlaced his fingers with hers as he pulled her inside their home.

“I should be saying the same to you; I can’t believe you got NYPD threatening you now,” Devon replied, collapsing onto the love seat. Now that she was home and positive that Barba was safe, her exhaustion slammed into her.

Barba disappeared into the kitchen and then came back, steaming mug of coffee in his hands. He passed it to her, and she took a grateful sip, letting it warm her. He took a seat next to her, pulling her legs over his own, hands mindlessly squeezing, massaging her calves.

“I’m fine, Cariño. They won’t do anything,” he gave her a look, as if the whole thing were ridiculous.

“But they can get someone to do something. I hate not being here; I mean what happens if someone confronts you, and I’m in Jersey?”

“Dev, you can’t be around me 24/7,”—she smirked at him, raising an eyebrow—“that was a special circumstance. You can’t do it every time someone threatens me; you’d never not be there.”

Devon gave him a hard stare over her mug. “Oh? Has someone already threatened you? Do I need to kick someone’s ass?”

Barba chuckled, pinching the skin above her knee. “No, no. Nothing more than the normal amount.”

“Rafael Barba, has someone threatened your life?”

He realized quickly that Devon had gone from playful to serious; she was actually worried about him now. He gave her a reassuring smile. “None that should be taken seriously.” When she glared at him, he continued, “it comes with the job, Hermosa. You think the Aces were the first to ever threaten me? They were just the first that were stupid enough to try anything. I get threats monthly…if it makes you feel better, people threaten you, too, but you don’t see me getting up in arms about it. If I thought any of them had any real weight behind it, I’d take precautions.”

“And your precautions would be to tell me, right?” Barba didn’t answer right away, and Devon took her legs back from him, sitting up straight. “Right, Rafael?”

He smiled sheepishly under her intense gaze. “Si mi amor…unless, of course, you were undercover or otherwise—”

She threw the hand not holding coffee into the air. “So, that’s why I had to hear it from Sonny? No, fuck that, you tell me first,” she reiterated. “I don’t care what I’m doing for the Bureau. I’m not letting anything, or anyone, hurt you dammit. Not if I can stop it.” He sighed, knowing that this was not a fight he was going to win.

Office of Devon Motely

FBI Headquarters

Monday, September 18th. 3:08pm

Devon smiled, hitting “send” on her last email. She double checked everything, making sure all of her paperwork and other, small assignments were done. She wanted to surprise Barba, bring him dinner; she knew he was supposed to be working late tonight, so she thought she’d stop by his office. It had been weeks since the last threat from the NYPD, and even that one, Devon had to admit, was pretty weak. She still asked Olivia to post extra surveillance around him, since Devon had been too busy to be there every day; though, she had been in his office on her days off, shooting death glares at every cop who so much as coughed in Barba’s direction. She was in the process of bargaining time off from Jenkins, first claiming that it was a family emergency, then saying that dating Barba wasn’t “interfering with her work,”—doing 24/7 protection was something she had done for SVU before she was dating Barba. Though Barba was quick to remind her that nothing had happened, she wasn’t quite willing to wait until something did.

Devon confirmed Barba’s late night again, shooting him a text about dinner; he replied with a “get anything you want, don’t wait up for me, I’ll eat in my office tonight.” Knowing him, he wouldn’t order until way too late, so she had plenty of time to make it there. She was kind of shocked no one commented on her outfit at work; she had a simple sundress on rather than her normal jeans and shirt.

As she left the Bureau, she called in a takeout order from his favorite Cuban place—the food was almost as good as his Mamí’s…almost—before heading to the small flower shop in between the restaurant and her work. Devon knew Barba loved giving her gifts, but she liked to reciprocate, too. And she knew that he secretly loved carnations. She had planned this well in advance; she had called the flower shop weeks ago to place an order for two dozen carnations, all different colors. She picked the flowers up, smiling at how pretty they were, and then grabbed the food.

Office of Rafael Barba

1 Hogan Place

Monday, September 18th. 5:07pm

The elevator dinged and Devon stepped off, heading towards her boyfriend’s office. She ran into Carmen as the latter was standing up to leave for the day.

“Those are beautiful, Devon,” Carmen commented, a soft smile spreading across her lips.

Devon grinned back. “Just don’t tell anyone that Rafael likes carnations,” she winked, and Carmen giggled. Devon didn’t think there was anything wrong with men liking flowers, but Barba was sometimes too macho for his own good. Carmen moved around Devon, opening the door for her.

“Delivery for a Mr. Barba,” Devon announced, coming into the office. She heard Carmen chuckle as she closed the door, leaving the two of them alone.

Barba looked up from his desk, eyes widening at the sight of Devon standing there, food in one hand, a vase and carnations in the other. He smirked, standing.

“For me?” He came over, taking the flowers from her and placing a soft kiss on her forehead.

“No, the other Mr. Barba,” she smirked, moving to place the food on his desk, careful not to put it on top of any papers.

“Smartass,” he murmured hugging her, pulling her in for a kiss. She hummed happily, fingers going to the nape of his neck, playing with the soft hairs there.

Devon pulled back, smiling at him. “Have you eaten lunch today?” Before he could answer, his stomach grumbled loudly. “I thought not. Come, let’s eat.” She gave him a playful shove towards the couch while she plucked the bag of food from his desk.

“I’ve got so much work left,” he complained. But still, he went to the couch, sitting down hard.

“And it can wait until you eat,” she replied. She couldn’t fault him too much; she often forgot to eat when working.

She passed him his food, and he groaned as he opened the box, the smell of the food quickly filling the room. “God, what would I do without you?”

“Starve to death, apparently,” Devon said simply, making him chuckle.

They started eating in silence, enjoying each other’s presence. Finally, Barba put his box down, and asked, voice losing its playful tone, “but seriously, what would I do without you?”

Devon glanced at him, seeing how his green eyes were staring into hers, eyes sparkling in that way they did when he was thinking too quickly. She swallowed her food hard, squirming under the intense gaze. “I’m not sure; I’d like to think you’d still be here, working your way towards becoming a judge….”

Barba chuckled; he was going to have to spell it out for her, wasn’t he? But how to go about it…? “I know we’ve talked about it before, on this very couch, but it was so long ago, and things have changed. So, I’d like to ask again; have you ever thought about getting married?”

Realization washed over Devon, her eyes brightening in clarity. Oh…. “I…yes, I have, actually.” Her face flushed at the admission. “But I don’t think I’m ready; not yet. I just…with work and—and everything else—”

“No, it’s fine. I’m not, uh, proposing right now,” he laughed nervously. “I just wanted to know how you felt about it…test the waters, so to speak….”

“Don’t get me wrong; I’d love to marry you, Rafi. I’m just…I don’t know how it’d work with how little we already see each other. Maybe…maybe if I get a transfer in the Bureau? Switch to a desk job or something….”

Barba scoffed, “you’d hate that, though; you’re a field agent through and through. Look, I didn’t mean to put you on the spot. But—I’m just happy to know that you feel the same way I do.”

Devon smiled, moving closer to him on the couch, leaning against his arm. “Of course, I do. I love you so damn much; it hurts whenever I’m not with you.”

He moved his arm to wrap around her, bringing her into his side. “I know, but it’s nice to hear you say it.” He turned his head to kiss her cheek. She grinned evilly, taking this time to throw her leg over his, straddling him, pulling him in for a deep kiss.

“I’ll tell you how much I love you as many times as you want me too. But I’d also like to show you,” she murmured against his lips, grinding her hips against his. He groaned, hands dropping to her hips. She reached behind him, dragging her nails down his clothed back in the way she knew he liked, causing his breathing to hitch. She could feel him hardening against her.

“You know my rule against office sex,” he grunted, breath hot against her neck. It was true; the first time she tried to relieve some of his stress during a late night at work, he declined, citing that this office needed less scandals. Not that he didn’t want to bend her over the desk and fuck her until she screamed. But even this late at night, someone else could come walking into his office at any time.

“What if I only used my mouth? I’m sure you could keep quiet,” she whispered into his ear, dragging her nails down his back again. Fuck, she knew how to push him. She grinded against his now rock-hard cock, his fingertips leaving bruises in the skin of her hips. Barba couldn’t think past the bulge in his pants, the woman kissing his neck, the nails trailing down his back. Fuck it, he thought.

“F-fine, but be quick about it,” he ordered. Devon got up and locked the door, quickly coming back to Barba, dropping to her knees instantly. She used her palm to rub him through his pants, and he tilted his head back at the friction. She undid his belt, unzipped his pants, but left his boxers untouched. Grinning, she leaned forward, mouthing him through the fabric.

“Dammit, Dev, I said quick!” he said, his hips unconsciously rutting forward towards her hot mouth. She innocently looked up at him through her eyelashes, giving him a wink, before pulling him free of his boxers, the cool air of the office against his hot skin making him hiss.

Devon licked her lips before leaning forward, licking around the tip. She used her tongue to follow the prominent vein all the way to the base before coming back, spreading the pre-cum along his shaft. She gripped his base with one hand before taking him in slowly, pushing him deeper, inch by inch, until he hit the back of her throat. She hummed in satisfaction, the vibrations working their way through him.

“F-fuck, Hermosa,” he groaned, eyes fluttering closed. He put a hand on the back of her hand, but more to steady himself than to move her. She pulled him back out to the tip, then took him back in, sucking hard, hollowing her cheeks, and stroking what she couldn’t fit. She did this a couple more times before Barba could no longer control himself, beginning to thrust into her mouth. Devon gagged at first, but relaxed her throat, taking him further and further in. With her free hand, she started massaging his balls gently.

“God, you’re so beautiful, taking my whole cock,” he grunted, starting to pull on her head, fucking her face fully now, chasing his release. She hummed in approval, gripping his thigh, her sign for him to cum. It took him a couple more thrusts before he was cumming deep in her throat, groaning her name into the empty office space. She milked him for everything he had, swallowing all of it. Once he began softening in her mouth, she released him, wiping her mouth with her fingers, sucking the rest of him off her digits.

“Holy fuck, Cariño,” he murmured, watching her with lust-blown eyes.

Devon smirked at him. “Are you sure you don’t want to try office sex?” He quickly tucked himself back into his pants, redoing his belt, before she could see him hardening again at the thought.

“I’m sure. Just wait until I get home tonight,” he replied, pulling her in for a deep kiss. He released her, giving her a sad look, “but I really do have a lot of work to do.”

She chuckled. “I know, baby. I’ll wait up for you.” Then, while making eye contact with him, she reached under her dress, pulling off her drenched panties, and handed them to him. “Just something to remember me by.” She gave him another wink as she unlocked the door, smirking as his eyes darkened, and left.

[agent-kihyun]

Undercover [Part 1]

Spy!reader x mafia boss!Yoongi

Prompt/Summary: When the CIA sends you to go undercover to infiltrate South Korea’s infamous mafia group, Bangtan Sonyeondan, you expect the mission to be quick and easy. But as you develop relationships and walls come down, things begin to get a little tricky.

WC: 2.5K+

Warnings: dorky/witty humor, foul language

A/n: F/N—fake name and 99% of the time everyone will be speaking Korean (since it’s set in Seoul) but it’s written in English bc idk Korean very well so,,, I hope that’s okay!

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When you landed, Seoul was bustling and happening. It was the beginning of summer, and everyone was wearing shorts, dresses, t-shirts or tank tops. Kids were running around or skating on the sidewalk, the trees and flowers were in full bloom, it was quite beautiful. Yet...there was an ominous aura around the citizens. Odds were that most of the people around you were in debt to Bangtan and were required to keep a specific demeanor in public.

You quickly made your way to a taxi and got in, telling the driver your destination in Korean. He glanced at you through his rearview mirror and you could tell he was smirking by the way his eyebrows were raised and his eyes were twinkling. He knew you weren’t from Korea, he knew that you weren’t there on business, so he deduced you were a tourist...traveling all by herself. Oh, how wrong he was.

“What’s a pretty girl like you doing here in Seoul? Not enough men in America?” He asked in his native tongue.

“Just looking around. I’m interested in investing in a property here, just a little vacation home,” you answered while looking out of the car window. You had filled in some gaps and rearranged parts of your persona to better fit your purpose in Korea.

“Oh? It’s a tight market right now, you may have some trouble finding anything,” he told you.

“Well, I’m sure I’ll figure it out. If I don’t, I’ll look somewhere else. Busan, Daegu maybe,” you shrugged. The driver didn’t say anything else for the rest of the ride. He knew something, you could tell.

When you arrived at your hotel, you rapidly checked in and took your bags up to your room. You settled in and got your files situated so you could begin your plan.

You took a quick shower then began getting dressed in a modest yet flattering outfit. Just enough to get some glances from passersby. Then you put on some makeup, fixed up your hair and packed a small handgun just in case. After you put on your boots, you headed out to your primary location for intel.

A club, one of the many that Bangtan supposedly owned, but the boss controlled this one. He oversaw the influx and outflux of the weapons, drugs and other services they offered. You didn’t know who the boss was, nobody did. Nobody wanted to say his name in fear that he’d hear and come for them. All there was to know about him was that he was lethal.

You were attempting to continue your ruse and go to this club to find if anyone knew of properties up for sale. If you ran into a member of Bangtan, you intended to flirt with them, and get them to want to take you out again, and again, and again until you were close enough to the group. Hopefully, they’d be interested in a foreigner. It was vital that they catch your drift otherwise you’d have to come up with another plan on the fly.

As you arrived, you approached the bouncer, who held a clipboard in his hands, checking to see if people’s names appeared on his list. You ignored the massive line to his right and began speaking to him in Korean.

“My name is F/N. I’m a VIP,” you told him matter-of-factly. He gave you a once-over and looked down at his list before nodding and letting you in. You mentally thanked your friend who hacked his list and added your name before he printed it out.

As you walked into the club, the music was booming, the bass boosted so you could feel it in your chest. You looked around, trying to find any possible suspects that might be in Bangtan.

You didn’t intend to look like a lost puppy, but from where he stood, that’s exactly what you looked like.

Min Yoongi, otherwise known as Agust D, sat in what could qualify as his throne on the second level of the club surrounded by women and a security detail. When he looked down at the main floor and spotted you, he immediately perked up. After wandering around for a bit, you headed toward the bar to order a drink. He was surprised; what was a foreigner doing in his club? Though he wasn’t complaining. You were pretty easy on the eyes, striking yet soft and unassuming at the same time. He couldn’t take his eyes off of you.

Yoongi got up, shaking off the women who were throwing themselves at him and leaned on the railing to get a better look. He ignored the whines and groans of the women he left as he kept his eyes trained on you.

From your place at the bar, you felt that you were being watched but didn’t want to give any indication that you knew so you kept acting lost and in awe. As you received your drink, you turned to your left but found yourself standing face to face with a tall man with a charming smile. You hoped he was linked to Bangtan, but the only way to find out was to play the game, so that’s what you did.

On the other hand, Yoongi wasn’t liking the scene in front of him. He wanted you, anyone else wasn’t going to fly. He kept a careful watch on the two of you as you conversed.

“Hi,” you returned his smile.

“Hi,” he winked. “What’s a pretty foreigner like you doing here?”

“Oh you know...I’m just looking for some property to purchase for a vacation home or something,” you waved your hand dismissively as you took a sip of your drink.

“Oh yeah? Well I hope you find something, I’d like to see more of you here,” he grinned. Smooth.

“Do you know someone I can talk to maybe? I’m sure a nice guy like you has connections,” you looked up at him through your lashes. He nervously chuckled as he looked around and looked back at you.

“Maybe if I got your number I could send you some information,” he suggested. Smooth again. Fortunately, you were always two steps ahead.

“Please, we both know why you want my number. I’m not some booty call. Give me one good reason why I should give you my number aside from getting that real estate info,” you crossed your arms and smirked. At that moment, the song changed to more of an intimate song, the kind where you’d grind or twerk on someone.

The man grabbed your hand and dragged you onto the dance floor, holding your hips against his own as you began swaying to the song.

“You’re gonna need a dance partner right? Feel free to call me up whenever,” he said in your ear. You had to admit that you loved to dance, you just didn’t get to do it very often what with your job and everything. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad to let loose a bit. You told yourself that you were still playing the game, just in a different way.

Meanwhile, Yoongi angrily crushed the glass in his hand out of sheer strength. He wanted that scum off of you and dead.

“Boss...Kai is here,” one of Yoongi’s men told him from behind him. It was then that Yoongi realized that Kai was the man you were dancing with on the dance floor. How hadn’t he noticed it earlier? He turned and furrowed his eyebrows in disgust.

“Get rid of him, Jungkook. Take Taehyung and Jimin with you,” he ordered before turning back to the dance floor.

“What about the girl?” Jungkook asked. Yoongi’s expression softened when he looked at you. He didn’t want you to get hurt in the process of Kai’s apprehension.

“Make sure she doesn’t get hurt,” is all he said and with a wave of his hand, he dismissed Jungkook. He turned to Namjoon, who was one of the men standing next to his throne.

“Namjoon, get these women out of here,” he said. Namjoon immediately did as he was told, ushering the small group of women away from Yoongi’s area. They complained, wanting to stay but Namjoon insisted they leave at once.

Yoongi stared at you and Kai as Jungkook, Taehyung, and Jimin approached the two of you. If you were harmed, Yoongi was going to let all hell loose.

You were oblivious as Kai’s hands rested on your hips and you swayed back and forth to the beat of the music. And all of a sudden, his hands were gone. You stopped dancing as you looked around for Kai, finding three men manhandling him, trying to keep him under control. They were all yelling, but nobody paid much attention since the music was louder. You knitted your eyebrows together in shock as you watched the three men drag Kai off in the sea of bodies.

“Hey! Wait! Let him go!” You screamed as you tried to follow the men. You needed Kai; he was your only lead to Bangtan. Wait a second...what if the men who took were apart of Bangtan? Now you really needed to follow him.

Yoongi watched you only for a few moments before finally taking action, leaving his reserved spot and bounding down the stairs to meet you. Unfortunately, the maknae of his group intercepted him before he could make his move. They were holding a struggling Kai, unsure of what Yoongi specifically wanted to do with him.

“Boss, do you want to take care of him yourself or do you want us to do it?” Jungkook asked. Yoongi scowled. He stared Kai dead in his eyes as Tae’s large hand covered his mouth.

“I don’t want to see your face in here...ever again...or you’re dead. If I see you talking to her, looking at her, breathing in her direction...you’re dead. Do not mistake this for mercy, this is a threat, understood?” Yoongi lowered his voice as he positioned his face in front of Kai’s. Kai nodded his head twice slowly as he returned Yoongi’s glare. Yoongi stood up again to face his maknae.

“Get him out of my sight, I have important matters to attend to,” Yoongi hissed. Jungkook, Jimin, Taehyung dragged him away from Yoongi to the nearest exit. Yoongi scoffed as he turned, shaking his head as he fixed his sleeve cuff.

As you looked around through the crowd for Kai and the suspicious men, you crashed into a body. You bounced back, but it seemed as if the body stayed in place. You held your hurt arm as you stumbled backward a bit, pissed off that the person wasn’t watching where they were going (even though you weren’t either).

“Watch where you’re stepping...man…!” your angry tone faded as you looked up at the stranger. Woah.

You were at a loss of words as you stood before the beautiful stranger, just staring into his dark eyes. His equally surprised stare transformed into a smirk within seconds as he crossed his arms.

“Didn’t anyone tell you that staring is rude?” he asked you. That snapped you out of your reverie and you remembered why you were there.

“I’m sorry, I was caught off guard,” you brushed your dress off and looked down.

“By…?” he asked. You were quick on your feet to answer his question.

“Your clothes. They’re very stylish, they look expensive and aesthetically pleasing,” you didn’t miss a beat as you provided a bullshit response. The mysterious man chuckled, knowing why you were really staring, but he wasn’t going to expose you yet.

“I’m sorry for crashing into you, I should’ve been paying more attention,” he apologized. You nodded with a small smile.

“It’s okay. No worries. I actually--”

“You’re not from around here, are you?” he cut you off.

“You could say that,” you replied.

“While your Korean is outstanding for an American, it’s clear that you look a little...lost,” the man said to you, almost condescendingly. A look of slight offense crossed your features, but you brushed it off. He was distracting you from your mission; you needed to find those men who took Kai.

“Thanks, I guess. Look, it was nice talking to you, but I’m looking for someone, so if you could excuse me…” you trailed off and attempted to maneuver around the stranger, tired of your conversation already. The stranger grabbed your wrist before you could get too far, causing you to whip around to face him. He had an almost sinister look in his eyes, his dark locks falling over his forehead causing shadows to dance across his sharp features and now, you were intrigued. Who was this man? Maybe he knew about Bangtan, or...maybe he didn’t. All this speculating was making your head spin and you began to feel a bit sick.

“Who are you looking for?” he asked you.

“Just...a person. It was nice to meet you, sir, but I really should get going,” you said, yanking your wrist from his hold and leaving him to stand alone in his spot. Yoongi watched as you vanished within the crowd. He wanted to go after you, he wanted to so badly, but he couldn’t risk you finding out his identity, his business, just yet. He met you, yes, but it was time to just watch you from a distance for now. If he ran into you outside of the club, he would try to further the relationship. You were his now, and if anyone tried to claim you, they would be digging their grave.

At the same time, you burst through the exit at the back of the club, spinning around to search for the group of men from minutes ago. Instead, you found nothing but a dumpster and an alley that led to the street. They were gone. You cursed under your breath, frustrated that you lost an important lead. Then the memory of the enigmatic man hit you and you turned to the door. Maybe he could help you.

You tugged on the door handle, but it didn’t budge.

“No, no, no!” you cried as you repeatedly tried to open the door again. Locked. Of course. You groaned and ran a hand through your hair.

At that point, you decided to call it a night and go back to your hotel. You were exhausted beyond relief, and your body was still adjusting to the time difference. If you were still in America, you’d be sleeping.

When you finally got back to your hotel, you tore your clubbing clothes off and flopped onto your bed. This wasn’t going to be as easy as you thought.

As you prepared for sleep, you tried to think of a plan for the next day, but your brain wasn’t having it. All you could think about was the dark-eyed man from the club. You never got his name. Something about him sent shivers down your spine and you didn’t like it.

Yet as you crawled into your bed and fell into unconsciousness, the image of the dark-eyed man was the last thing you saw behind your eyelids.

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[dest-iality]

I’m Thinkin’ I Love You - Ch 2/4

Chapter 1

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Summary: You get a little too cocky with the mission at hand. Injured and in enemy territory, Bucky must get the two of you to a nearby safehouse before it’s too late.

When you arrived at the desolate HYDRA base, it seemed like a ghost town. You and Bucky surveyed the place from a distance, using the dark night to your advantage.

“I count six unfriendlies so far, this’ll be cake.” you whispered to Bucky. He glanced at you disapprovingly from behind his binoculars.

“You always want to run into a fight without thinking, Y/N. There could be dozens more behind the barricade, and who knows how many inside the base.” You rolled your eyes at his chastising.

“Buck, this is a hold-out base, these dudes are leftovers, easy takedowns. But alright old man, let’s take forever to do it your way, how many do you count?”

Without even a side-look to you, he replied, “Six.” Cue another eye roll.

“Alright Barnes, you sit here and wait for the full roster, but I’d like to make it back to the Tower by dinner, it’s pizza night.”, and with that you grabbed your gear bag and made your way through the brush the two of you had taken cover behind. Bucky whisper-yelled your name, told you to get your ass back, but you didn’t pay him any mind.

You laid low as you approached the compound’s cement walls. Flattening yourself against the wall next to the entrance, you readied your weapon and peeked around the corner. Six agents, just like you had said, you thought a little smugly, this would be over in twenty minutes. Rounding the corner and raising your gun, you popped off six quick shots effectively neutralizing the base. Holstering your gun, you were already planning the ribbing you were going to give Bucky on the way back to the Tower. Your thoughts were cut short by a swift hit to your back, hard enough to knock the wind out of you and bring you to your hands and knees. Through the ringing in your ears you heard Bucky calling your name distantly. You cracked open one eye long enough to see him running to you, his rifle raised and expression angry. Bucky gripped a strap of your tactical vest and hauled you up, throwing your arm over his shoulders and securing his right hand around your waist. With one last look at the compound, Bucky turned tail with you and ran.

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You always imagined what it would be like to have Bucky’s strong arms wrapped around you, the delicious pressure squeezing you as he held you close. The context was always sexual, of course, and not him dragging you down a barely visible path in the woods while watching over his shoulder for enemy fire. Nope, not exactly the perfect fantasy.

“You’re bleeding,” you said weakly. Bucky was steadily dripping blood from a gash over his left eye. His gaze never wavered from the dark trail in front of him.

“That’s what happens when you storm into enemy territory without all the information.” he replied shortly. After you had taken down the initial six agents, you let your guard down enough to not notice the dozen additional HYDRA soldiers emerge from the interior of the compound. One had gotten the jump on you and managed to knock your block off with a full-force kick to the back. Once he had seen the second wave of agents, Bucky had blown down the hill to the compound with his weapon at the ready. He managed to get a couple shots off before realizing he didn’t have a chance without you to back him up, so he scooped you up and made a quick getaway.

“Where are we even going, Bucky?” you groaned. Your injuries were making themselves apparent, a mind-clouding headache was brewing behind your eyes and your barely-healed ankle was making it hard to move along, even with Bucky supporting most of your weight.

“There’s a safehouse about half a mile from here, if we can make it there we can settle in and radio for extraction. With this weather, it’ll probably be a minute before they can make it to us.” He glanced upward at the roiling sky, a storm clearly about to break. “You need to move faster Y/N.” With a quick look over his shoulder and a sigh, you shrieked as he hoisted you up and threw you over his shoulder and soldiered on, already moving much faster. “We’re almost there.”

You didn’t even bother to protest. Despite the discomfort of his shoulder digging into your middle, it felt good to be off your ankle. Being so easily manhandled by him was also infuriatingly hot, and you filed the image away for later too.

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Twenty minutes later saw the two of you coming up on the safehouse. If you didn’t know what you were looking for, it would’ve looked like an abandoned cottage in the deep woods. The front was dilapidated, the windows boarded up and the formerly white paint was now a grimy grey-green. The tiles on the roof were broken with some outright missing. Haunted, you thought, this place is definitely haunted.

Bucky carefully set you down and turned towards the front door. Despite looking like it would fall off the hinges with a strong wind, he tapped the frame and revealed a pristine keypad. Punching in the numbers allowed the door to be opened and the two of you stepped inside just as the skies opened up. With the door safely closed and armed behind you, you turned to Bucky intending to apologize for this whole situation, but the narrow hallway had the two of you chest-to-chest. You were close enough to feel his heartbeat and smell the gunpowder and sweat that clung to him. Trailing your eyes up from his chest to his mouth, you let your gaze settle on his full lips, just barely parted, and imagined what it would be like to taste and bite them, to run your tongue along his lower lip and whoa you have to stop. Shaking your head slightly, you looked up into Bucky’s eyes, his slight smirk letting you know he noticed your intense studying. You cleared your throat and turned your reddening face away, hobbling down the hallway and further into the house.

The hall ended in a tiny living room. There was a fireplace in the far left corner, an ugly yellow easy chair in front of a cheap wooden coffee table, and a surprisingly in-tact full-sized bed that took up pretty much the entire right wall. The door to your immediate left was a small bathroom. A quick glance inside revealed a stand-up shower and you sent up a brief prayer for at least lukewarm water. Bucky’s gaze on your back was palpable. He had silently followed you into the living room, waiting patiently for you to make a move. With a sigh you turned to him and cast your eyes downward to your feet.

“Look Buck, I’m really sorry about all of this. I should’ve listened to you instead of running in guns blazing. If I would have just waited we could be back at the Tower right now and in our own beds. You can have the shower first as a peace offering.” It all came out in a rush, you weren’t used to apologizing, but you knew this was entirely on you.

When you glanced up, he had a small smile on his face. “S’alright doll, I can think of worse people to be cooped up with.” Your heart fluttered a bit with that, damn you were whipped. “You go ahead and grab the first shower, I’m going to call in and let Stevie know where we are.” With that, he dropped his pack on the rickety coffee table and settled in the chair, pulling out the satellite phone. With one last look, you turned and retreated to the bathroom.

Once he heard the door latch, Bucky let out a breath he had been holding and sunk back into his chair. He rubbed both hands over his face and groaned quietly. The sound of the shower turning on had him glancing over at the closed door, thinking quickly over the last few hours. He had jumped at the chance to accompany you on this mission, partly because of his guilt over your injury, and partly because he just wanted to be alone with you. Ever since he had moved into the Tower he had latched onto you. An easy friendship developed, filled with playful ribbings and sarcasm. But for Bucky, the friendly feelings he felt for you slowly turned into something he hadn’t felt in a long time. He hadn’t let himself be vulnerable with anyone, hardly even Steve, since escaping HYDRA, too focused on healing himself and trying to find his “normal” to worry about anything else. One day he just looked up and realized your smile made him feel safe, your laugh spread warmth through his chest, your light touches to his shoulder or arm made his stomach flip, and that you were absolutely not afraid of him despite the things he had done, the stories that you had undoubtedly heard about the Winter Soldier. It was his “oh shit” moment, the moment he realized that he was totally in love with you, and of course that scared the shit out of him. He hadn’t told anyone, not even Stevie, because of course he would look at him with that wholesome twinkle in his eye, give him that lopsided smile and tell him to go for it, that he deserved to be happy. It wasn’t that simple though, he couldn’t bet on you reciprocating, Bucky didn’t even know how to begin to approach that conversation, for God’s sake it had been 70-odd years since he had even tried to be romantic with a woman.

So he buried it, he tried to act as normal as possible around you. Of course his resolve broke every now and then, especially when you would curl into his side while watching TV, when you’d laugh and run your hand down his arm after a witty remark, when you were sparring. Oh man, that day he had broken your ankle, seeing you sitting astride him, pinning his arms above his head, that image had fed more fantasies than he’d like to admit. Just thinking about it now had him feeling a little warm, his pants feeling a little tighter. Bucky ran his left hand down his chest and settled between his legs, pressing down on his growing erection. The cool metal relieved some of the pressure, but did nothing to dissipate the desire that was growing within him. Man, he was fucked.

[eirian-houpe]

Disparate Pathways Chapter 3

Fandom: Once Upon a Time (TV)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death

Relationships: Belle/Rumplestiltskin | Mr. Gold

Characters: Rumplestiltskin | Mr. Gold, Belle (Once Upon a Time), Maurice | Moe French, Gaston (Once Upon a Time), Spinster(s) (Once Upon a Time: Think Lovely Thoughts), Mad Hatter | Jefferson, Blue Fairy | Mother Superior, Black Fairy (Once Upon a Time), Baelfire | Neal Cassidy, Emma Swan, Prince Charming | David Nolan, Colette (Once Upon a Time), Red Riding Hood | Ruby, Widow Lucas | Granny, Dove (Once Upon a Time), Captain Hook | Killian Jones, Wicked Witch of the West | Zelena

Additional Tags: Abusive Parents, Implied/Referenced Rape/Non-con, Violence, Gun Violence, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Implied/Referenced Drug Use, Implied/Referenced Torture, Dubious Consent, Eventual Smut, UST, First Time, Drama & Romance, Kidnapping, Extortion

Summary: Gold has a past, a past that he has rejected, but it seems one that will not let him go.  Belle, daughter of Governor Maurice French has been kidnapped, along with her mother, and just as the authorities raid the organization that is holding her hostage, decides to make her own bid for freedom, unknowingly derailing an undercover sting, and Agent Milnor has not choice but to take her into 'protective custody,' but is he all that he seems?  As the threads of the story grow more tangled and the threat to Belle, and to Gold, her appointed protector, grow ever more real, a growing, mutual attraction makes everything far more desperate and far too personal for Gold to ignore what he knows to be the truth.

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Chapter 3 - Sins Of the Father

Everything hurt. Belle had no idea how long she’d been locked in the room she was in, and fear gripped her with piercing talons that she couldn’t ever remember feeling, at least not since she was a little girl. That didn’t count. It was different then. She was a child.

Now, she was an adult, and she would not give in to the fear no matter how hard it bit, couldn’t give in… if she did… if…

Belle sat down on the only piece of furniture in the room - a wooden slatted bed, with a mattress that was barely thick enough even to be called a mattress, with a grubby pillow and a threadbare blanket thrown over it - and gave in to the tears that were making her chest hurt to hold them inside.

She forced herself to stop abruptly, rekindling the nausea in her belly, when she heard the metallic rasp of the key in the lock.  In spite of her wanting to be strong, she scooted back into the corner of the wall against which stood the bed, and curled into a protective little ball.

To no avail.

The man that entered the room wasn’t one she remembered seeing before.  Not that she’d seen many people since they’d marched her off the steps of city hall and into the waiting car…

“I really don’t think that’s what he meant at all,” laughed Coleltte, slipping her arm though Belle’s and Belle leaned briefly against her mother.

“I know,” she said and let out a laugh of her own, “but it was still funny.”

The two women had laughed together as they descended two or three of the steps, but the laughter petered out as two large men in ill fitting suits - although that observation was one of hindsight - came to either side of them, taking a hold of their arms in grasps that were a little too tight to be protective, as they sometimes had to suffer.

“Keep walking,” one of the men hissed. “Let’s not draw any attention to ourselves.”

Collette frowned at Belle, and tightened her arm against hers, and Belle bit her lip, her eyes telling her mother that she didn’t believe that this was quite right.

“I wasn’t aware of any current threat to--”

“Keep moving!” the other man said, and Belle gasped as she suddenly felt the press of something hard against the side of her ribs.  She felt her steps falter, and her fear mounted.

Just like that.  It had been that easy for the two of them to be taken, and no one the wiser.  They’d been frogmarched to a waiting car and bundled into the back, still sandwiched between the two men; brought to this place, and had been here ever since.

At first she and her mother had been together, but then, a few days ago, Belle had been dragged away from her mother, and thrown into a room of her own.  That was when she felt the fear beginning to sharpen, to mount, but as much as she feared, she also felt anger, and along with it, a certain degree of defiance.

It had earned her nothing but rough treatment from the people that came to her, to check on her, to bring her the food that passed as her meals, and to take her for her scheduled ‘bathroom breaks.’   The longer it went on, the more fearful it was making her.

The newcomer crossed the room with rapid steps and she shrank against the wall.  It seemed he didn’t care, because he grabbed her by the arm and hauled her upright, barely giving her a chance to get her feet under her, and she stumbled, scraping her knee against the floor before he hauled her upright again.

“Enough of your nonsense,” he said. “It’ll be much easier if you don’t fight.”

She pulled against him at that, as if his words triggered her to do the exact opposite. For her troubles he suddenly swung her until her back hit the wall beside the closed door and stepping in close, he wrapped a large fist around her throat to pin her in place.  She clawed at his hand, fighting for breath.

“I told you,” he said unkindly, and leaned down to look into her face as he snarled, “No more nonsense.  If I had my way, I wouldn’t have waited this long, but I did, and now my patience is thin indeed.”

Belle’s struggles began to fade as she started to feel light headed from lack of air. Patience… she shook as she wondered  why he needed to be patient, what did he have to do with her, or she to him.  She assumed he was merely another one of her captors.

Just as the edges of her vision began to darken he released her, as though he knew exactly what she was feeling.  He caught her in his arms only to turn her and drag her out, drag her away and through the door. Her legs felt like jello, the rest of her limp and she felt tears prickling behind her eyes, but was determined not to give him the satisfaction of seeing them fall.

“Where are you taking me?” she managed to ask, and he chuckled.  It was not a pleasant sound, but otherwise, he did not answer her, just manhandled her up a flight of stairs to the uppermost floor of the house, and into a sitting room where, in addition to the regular furniture, a desk with a large computer monitor stood ready, showing an office, and an empty chair at a desk.  

Her attention, however, was immediately drawn to one of the other figures in the room. Her mother.  She looked as beaten and downtrodden as Belle felt, and she immediately began struggling against the hold of her captors, just as did Belle, each trying to reach each other.

“How touching!”

From the far side of the sitting room, beside the window, came a voice that made Belle shiver.  It was a voice she’d heard before, a long time ago, when she was only a child, and hearing it in the present threw her right back to the terrified girl she had been that night.

“You!” she gasped, and her voice shook.  “You… you can’t be here. You can’t…”

“Oh, but I am.” The red haired woman began to walk toward her, then nodded to the man holding her, and to the chair. “I’m flattered that you remember. Perhaps that will make this so much easier.”  There was a pause as the woman crossed the room. She sighed then, and as she tapped a number of keys on the laptop, she added, “Such a pity. I do so prefer difficult.”

Belle was about to answer, trying to come up with something suitably snarky, but the breath was knocked out of her as the man still holding her pushed her into the chair facing the computer, and when she tried to rise in defiance, thrust her back down into it again, and this time kept his hand on her shoulder to keep her in place.

The flash of movement on the computer screen pulled her attention from the bull of a man that was still pinning her in place and she finally stopped struggling with him as a woman addressed them all.

“Everyone’s here.  Excellent, that should save time.”

“Mother Duneach.” The redhead greeted the woman that was settling herself into her seat at the other end of the live feed.

Belle’s already chilled blood ran colder yet, as she recognized the woman from her childhood transgression of peering through cracks in the door, and she did not appear to have changed, in spite of the intervening years.  The woman’s hair still swung around her shoulders, as dark as ever, as were her eyes. The wide smile that didn’t fit her face was still framed by full red lips, and her cheekbones were sharp and pronounced, painting her as shrewd as ever she had seemed to Belle, even at a tender age, and she remembered the words the woman had spoken, "There’d be a price of course. Something like this can’t be arranged without there being… a sacrifice.”

Belle shivered.  Was this the price? Was she the sacrifice?

As if the other woman knew what she was thinking, she turned her attention immediately to Belle, ignoring the greeting that the redhead had offered.

“Hello, dearie,” she said. “Well, look at you… all grown up…”

[starculler]

Whumptober 2019, no. 23 - Bleeding Out

Link screamed as an arrow pierced his thigh. He crashed to the ground in a tangle of limbs, muddied dirt and grass in his mouth. Everything ached and his breath came in hard, quick, and ragged gasps, but he couldn’t stop. Couldn’t give them an inch. He fumbled to his hands and knees, crawling and clawing his way forward as he failed to get his legs under him. His gloves tore on a sharp, rocky outcrop. The pain of it bled into the background, drowned out by the deep, throbbing ache in his leg and the warm blood soaking into his torn pants.

Tears burned his eyes as his pursuers’ footsteps drew nearer. Gritting his teeth, he pushed himself forcefully up onto his feet only to fall moments after. He smothered another scream as pain lanced through him, every cut, scrape, and gash lit aflame as he hit the ground. He gasped, dazed and writhing, knowing he need to get up. Move. Run. But unable to comply. He scrabbled feebly at the ground, mud and grass torn up under his fingers but managed little more than aggravating the jagged slice across his palm.

His chest constricted first with fear. The knowledge he would die, his duties unfulfilled. His memories unrecovered. The princess left to grapple with the Calamity unaided. His fingers curled as if to grasp the hilt of his sword, but no matter how much he yearned for its protection The Master Sword’s energy had been spent and it had dissolved in his hands with no other on hand to replace it. It would not come to him even now. He wasn’t sure if he wanted it to, anyway.

The muddled drum and splash of feet slowed, the stopped altogether as they reached him. It was a group of five, their numbers cut by Link’s hand, barefoot and brightly colored. He purposefully kept his gaze trained on his hands. The grass. Anywhere but their faces. He felt nauseous and slow. Worn and just a touch distant, as if he were watching himself from faraway. A sharp kick to his ribs brought him back to reality.

“Answer,” one of them snarled.

All he could do was shift, stifling a groan, his voice clogged in his throat as firmly as if he were being choked. Another kick pried a cry free from his lips, and he pressed his face into the grass and mud as his stomach rolled. Maybe it would save him the pain and he’d suffocate. He’d rather that than this nightmare. A clawed hand fisted into the back of his shirt dashed that morbid hope as he was dragged up, the gash in his side like fire on his skin at the sudden, jarring movement. He bit his lip to keep from screaming and felt the brief sharp point of pain that meant he’d bit through it.

He was manhandled to his feet and then dropped, left to fall to his hands and knees as soon as his arrow-pierced leg failed to hold his weight. He shook, swallowing down the acid that crawled up his throat. His breathing turned shallow, rasping and a little wet. The tip of a lightscale trident touched his chin before jerking his face up to look at the group. Their eyes bored into him, fierce and feral in their anger. The sight of them made him want to run. To hide. To cry.

His vision grayed at the edges and swam, leaving him dizzy and disoriented even as he tried to focus. A cold numbness crept through him and he couldn’t be sure whether it was from the earlier rainstorm or his own loss of blood. Or perhaps it was the way they looked at him, cold and cutting and so frighteningly different from the friendly warmth he’d seen in them just the night before. He wondered, in some faraway corner of his mind, what he’d done between then and now to deserve this. To be hunted and hurt, his weapons and supplies stripped from him.

Only his instincts had prevented his death back in Zora’s Domain, calling the Master Sword to his hand in time to parry a blow that would have pierced through his chest. His words then had stuck in his throat as the Zora guard had advanced, giving him no time to so much as sign a question to them. He’d dodged most of their attacks, spears and claws and teeth, and wondered if he might have gotten away if only Sidon hadn’t intervened. Sidon who’s arrival had drawn Link up short, breathless and relieved at first. Chilling horror had quickly replaced the feeling when Sidon had drawn himself up, lips pulled back in a snarl, and lunged, grabbing and tossing Link to the floor before biting down on his shoulder after a brief struggle.

Link had escaped worse for wear from the Domain only after striking out with the Master Sword, called back to his hand after it had skittered away when Sidon’s bulk had knocked him back. The sight of the cleaving cut, deep and clean, on Sidon’s shoulder dragged at Link, the crushing weight of guilt heavy on his shoulders. He might have cut through entirely if not for the way he’d been pinned and the panic muddling his thoughts. He tasted acid and bile and the remnants of his last meal as he thought of Sidon, staggering and armless.

He dragged himself back to the present, the constant, drumming roar in his ears near deafening. He knew, objectively, that the Zora were speaking. To him. To each other. He couldn’t make out so much as a single syllable and their lips were hard to read from his place below them, still on his knees. But he could read their fury in the tense lines of their bodies. In the way their hands clutched at the weapons or their stances shifted. In the way Sidon curled and flexed his clawed fingers, inching closer as if he wanted to wrap them around Link’s throat.

He struggled not to think of them touching his cheek, claws skimming harmlessly over his skin.

A hand grabbed a rough handful of his hair, dragging his head back. Exposing his throat. Sidon spoke, muted words distant and unintelligible, but Link had seen that dangerous glint in the Zora Prince’s eyes before. Link had seen him a few times, stolen glimpses of Sidon among the other Zora warriors, the lot of them fierce as they felled any monsters creeping too close to their home. They were eyes that Link never imagined he’d see directed at him, spelling out his fate as clearly as the words he’d been unable to hear.

Death.

The Zora sword handed to Sidon seemed a little funny. Too small in the Zora Prince’s hands. Perhaps Link had lost too much blood to properly manage his expression, or perhaps it was the horrifying absurdity of the situation. He couldn’t help the way his lips curled up in a small smile. He would have laughed, maybe, if the sword hadn’t swiped across his throat at that moment.

Link felt the way his skin tugged. The heat of the slice. The hot, wet flow of blood down the exposed skin of his neck and the painful burbling gurgle inside. He was only dimly aware of the lack of pressure on his scalp as his hair was released or the way his body pitched suddenly forward. It seemed as if he’d blinked and the small crowd of Zora had disappeared. Their sentence dealt and Link left to bleed and die alone in the mud.

It was an eternity and too soon. His lungs burned, choked with mud and blood. The tears he’d held back slipped as he gaped and gasped, face pressed into dirt and mud and rock. He flailed to bring his arms in close, to press his hands to his neck and staunch the blood flow. A useless but automatic gesture. He blinked again and his limbs felt heavy, as if they’d been made of lead. The cold he’d felt earlier seemed to tripe, gripping tight to him until he shivered almost nonstop. Darkness clung to his tear-blurred vision, as if tempting him into sleep.

His struggling, gurgling noises died slowly. His eyelids shuttered, slipping closed as he lost the battle to stay awake. To stay alive. Green, glowing light pierced the gray just as he let his eyes closed. He exhaled as a warm hand touched the side of his face and spread. His body went lax as Link slipped into darkness, Mipha’s voice trailing after him. Drawing him slowly back.

Soo I’ve been sitting this BOTW AU idea for a bit now and figured I’d bite the bullet and try writing some of it out. It’s basically Link, about to go out and finally fight Calamity Ganon, finds himself in a version of his life where he’s pretty much public enemy no. 1. But he doesn’t know it until he arrives at Zora’s Domain (possibly insert Sidlink sentiments here ‘cause i’m weak for the shark man and honestly that’s some good angst). I don’t have many details or specifics, but yeah. Hope you enjoyed my attempt

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maybe this is how it starts [1/?]

Cover & Disclaimer

Warning: In case it hasn’t been made clear, Dick Grayson is currently “dead” (since this takes place during some of the Spyral arc)

AN: I had way too much fun writing this. Dialogue is my happy place. 

Maybe this is how it starts: with Jason lugging a bleeding and unconscious Red Robin up a rickety fire-escape, swearing every time the kid’s stupid fucking cape gets stuck on a metal edge.

Ivy’s latest creations—some kind of Venus Flytrap-vampire hybrids—have done a number on the guy. When Jason found him, his erstwhile replacement was suspended by a network of razor toothed vines doing their best to burrow through his suit’s Kevlar. Judging by the puddle of blood below him, they were pretty damn well succeeding.  

As luck would have it, plants and vampires have the same aversion to fire. A brief stint of arson later (and a few gashes of his own to show for it), and Jason had Tim hoisted over his shoulder and Ivy knocked out. After a moment debating it, he’d grappled toward his nearest bolthole, the police sirens wailing in his wake.

It’s pure coincidence he found him. Jason’s only just gotten back to the city, taking a short break from intergalactic outlawing. As far as he knows, Tim’s been zipping around the world playing chicken with a bunch of ninjas and an irritating reporter. Not that they interact much beyond the occasional text or major crisis in Gotham under normal circumstances, of course. But Bruce’s demon spawn’s been back from the dead for two weeks now, and everyone’s been sticking closer to the home front since then.  

Not too close though.

Jason’s still twitchy about spending long stretches of time at the manor. Since the demon brat’s resurrection gave him a bunch of friggen superpowers, Jason’s erred on the side of self-preservation. It’s not as fun teasing a ten-year-old when said ankle-biter can lift a car and crush the life out of you with it.

He’s pretty sure Tim has been steering clear of the manor for that same reason. And avoiding any parts of Gotham where Batman and Robin might be patrolling. Because of course Bruce is crazy enough to take a twerp with a hair-trigger temper on patrol.

Like it doesn’t matter he has the means of caving someone’s head in with a flick of his finger.

It’s why Jason took a detour near Robinson Park tonight (he avoids thinking about the fact it was part of Dick’s usual patrol route). It’s also why he happened to stumble upon Ivy about to turn Tim into plant food.

And really, Ivy? Vampire plants? How bored were you?

This safehouse is one of his smaller ones, the top floor of a three-story walk-up listed as unsafe and condemned for demolition. Jason’s been paying city officials off to ignore it for as long as he needs it; it’s not the fanciest or most upgraded spot, but it’s got running water and it came with the furniture. That’s about all he cares about when he’s tired and when someone unsavory comes looking for him in his usual digs.

This neighborhood is also in the anti-social and distrustful part of the Upper East Side where no questions someone in a scarlet helmet carrying what looks like a dead body up a fire-escape. Especially someone stumbling around and making as much noise as Jason is.

Vines must have been poisonous, too. No wonder the kid’s out cold, I feel like I was hit by a truck. And my arms going numb where they got me.

The door’s easy enough to get open, even one-handed, but he must stoop and contort to get himself and Tim inside considering all their armor. Blood smears across the handle and he makes a mental note to scrub everything down with bleach tomorrow.

Tim makes a discontent sound when his head knocks against the archway,

“Oh, yeah, like you felt that,” Jason mutters, kicking the door closed behind him and heading through the kitchen and down the narrow hall toward the living room and bedroom.

He bypasses the couch because stains are a bitch to get out of that upholstery and he doesn’t want the whole place smelling like stale blood forever after this. Bedsheets are easier to toss. There’s already a rubber sheet on the mattress here, legacy of several incidents where he’s shredded his stitches or didn’t bother changing after a particularly brutal fight.

“You’d better not have this thing fucking armed,” Jason tells Tim after he tugs off the cape and cowl and reaches for the tricked-out bandolier. “I mean it. If I get electrocuted, I’m letting you bleed out.”

“Awesome…bedside manner,” Tim mumbles. “Ten out of ten…would recommend.”

“Dick.”

“No…Dick’s dead…I’m Tim.”

Jason groans. “That was pitiful. Like, me levels of bad. How much blood have you lost?”

Nothing but a pained wheeze in response, and Jason rolls his eyes, continuing to strip the kid down to his underwear with rough efficiency.

Though Tim’s arms and legs are peppered with bruises and a few tiny gouges leaking blood, those injuries are superficial for the most part. It’s only the one gaping hole in his right side where one of the vines pierced through the armor; it hit nothing vital, but it’s bleeding like a son of a bitch.

Jason heads to the bathroom to grab the med kit (which is stocked better than most hospital supply closets) and injects them both with something to counteract the poison. It’s a broad-spectrum antitoxin, geared specifically toward Poison-Ivy related emergencies (and he really hopes she hasn’t gotten more creative than the whole vampire-plant hybrid thing) and sets to work stitching the rent flesh and muscle in Tim’s side back together. He takes longer than normal because his vision is blurring, and his fingers trembling.

Side-effect of the antitoxin.

Tim’s already passed out again, his chest rising and falling in a regular rhythm that assures Jason the kid’s not about to seize up and die. Still, he maneuvers him roughly into a recovery position and sticks a bucket beside the bed. It’s not unheard of for Ivy’s poisons to cause projectile vomiting.

“Don’t say I never do anything nice for you,” he grumbles, and takes the time to check for injuries of his own. The room sways, his eyes drooping, and he decides if he hasn’t bled out now, there can’t be anything too pressing.

Jason barely shrugs out of the bulkiest bits of his armor before plummeting face-first onto the bed beside Tim.

Horizontal is good; he likes being horizontal.

He doesn’t intend to stay there. Not being the same bloody mess as Tim, he’s okay with crashing on his couch because it’s an amazing couch. He might actually sleep better on it than the bed.

Except, sleep is a goddamn glorious temptress and sounds so much better than willing himself to trudge back across the apartment.

“You’d better not snore,” he tells Tim’s back, before pressing his face into the pillow and letting beautiful unconsciousness swim up around him.

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There’s no transition from being asleep to being awake. One minute, Tim is swimming in the dreamless black of total oblivion, and the next he is staring up at an unfamiliar cracked ceiling.

His mouth has the rancid metallic taste it always gets when he’s been dosed with something—sedative or antitoxin, maybe—and there’s a body beside him. It’s a fact that should concern him—he’s woken next to unconscious or dead bodies more than he’d like to admit—but the unhurried, easy breathing suggests it is voluntary unconsciousness. Scent returns next, the air damp and cool, with a hint of mold mixing with odors of cordite, gun polish, drying blood and cigarette smoke.

Familiar cigarette smoke.

Jason, he decides, not even having to glance to his side to confirm his deduction.

Memories of the night before return, along with the itchy sting of new stitches in his skin and what appears to be a hundred paper cuts across the rest of his body. He can feel that especially well, since he has no clothing other than his underwear and the air is aggravating the broken skin.

This had better not be another Paris situation.

He’s not sure why that’s his first thought, because obviously he had to lose his uniform to be treated, but he doesn’t like the idea of being manhandled while mostly-naked. Not that there’s anything to worry about from Jason. Even if he wasn’t an ally-maybe-friend-not-quite-brother most of the time, the Red Hood has a very well-known attitude towards untoward behavior and minors.

Still going to check his phone for any blackmail material, though.

It’s what Dick would do in this situation.

Would have done.

Tim swallows the painful lump in his throat.

He continues to stare up at the ceiling for another few seconds, choosing to collect his thoughts rather than dwell on unpleasant realities. It’s easy to put together the chain of events from when he passed out in Ivy’s clutches to waking up in what is clearly a safehouse. It’s happened to all of them at some point, so there’s no associated panic. He is, however, curious about one thing that’s different from usual.

“Jason.”

The flatness of his tone marred by sleep, makes him sound groggier and less aware than he would like.

There is no response. He knows the older man is awake now though; it’s a universal talent of the Bat-trained, being able to rouse from a deep sleep to peak awareness at the drop of a hat.

“Jason,” he repeats, a little louder, still studying the cracks in the plaster that spread and merge with a spot of water-damage.

“Mmf…ckff…”

The words are muffled by a pillow, but understandable. He’s awake enough to formulate a response. Good, on to the next bit.

“Why am I in bed with you?”

And is there any way to make that question not sound disturbing?

“…No blood on the couch…” is the grumbled, surprisingly coherent response. “S’my favorite couch…”

Which makes a Jason-like amount of sense, even if it doesn’t outright answer what Tim is asking. He decides the conversation isn’t worth the trouble of dragging it out of the other man, mostly because he’s pretty sure a half-asleep Red Hood is just as hard to interrogate as an awake and alert Red Hood. Maybe harder, given the propensity for slurring his words.

And so, Tim eases himself gingerly upward into a sitting position, hissing when the movement tugs on the skin around the wound in his side. He examines it with a frown, noting that it’s far too close to his right kidney for his liking; he’ll have to take a break from patrol for the next few days to let it heal, and to make sure it doesn’t get infected.

Though, it won’t be due to subpar first aid, he allows, considering the neat row of stitches holding the still angry red wound closed. “At least your sewing has improved.”

“Screw you, my sewing’s awesome.” This time Jason definitely sounds more awake, and there’s a shift of the bed. “Martha Stewart’s got nothing on me. You snore, by the way.”

“I do not.”

Tim glances over at the other man, taking in his somewhat bloody appearance. He’s in a sweat-stained t-shirt, and there are a few slashes in his arms that are scabbing over; probably from the vines. He hasn’t shaved in a long while, and he’s got a bad case of helmet head—the red roots are coming out again. Coupled with the bloodshot eyes, he looks like someone who just got off a bender.

“You look like crap,” Tim tells him bluntly.

Jason rolls his eyes.

“Aw, thanks Timbers. And you’re welcome, by the way. You know, for the whole saving your life thing.”

Tim grits his teeth, knowing the slightly mocking tone is meant to get a rise out of him. Jason is nothing if not excellent at pushing people’s buttons.

“Thank you,” he says. Annoyance about this whole situation aside, he is grateful. He thinks a year ago Jason might have left him to him die. “I appreciate it. Really.”

“You’d better. I almost left you to strangle on the fire escape in that ridiculous cape of yours. You know one day that’s going to get stuck in a jet-engine or something right?”

“Bruce is the one that tackles runaway jets, not me.”

Jason makes a dismissive gesture.

“So, how many times is that now?” he asks then, reaching for the shabby night table beside him and finagling open a drawer. He pulls out a rumpled pack of cigarettes and a zippo. “I’m starting to wonder if I should be waiving the family discount for my services. I mean, it’s not like you can’t afford it.”

“What’s the point? You’ll have died of lung cancer before I have to make a payment.”

Jason makes a point of holding his gaze as he lights the cigarette between his lips, just to be contrary. Tim makes a face at the acrid waft of smoke that follows.

“And that’s my cue,” he sighs, swinging himself over the bed and promptly putting his foot down in a bright red garbage pail.

“Watch the bucket,” Jason tells him after the fact, mocking lilt in his voice.

Tim closes his eyes and silently counts to ten.

It could be worse. It could be Damian.

“Can you, for one second, not be a total jerk?” he asks conversationally, carefully stepping out of the bucket ad getting to his feet. “Where’s my suit?” Jason motions vaguely in the direction of the floor, exhaling a stream of smoke. “Thanks. That’s really helpful.”

“I aim to please.”

“Right.” Tim is the one to roll his eyes now. “At least tell me you have a coffeemaker in this place.”

He’s getting one of those headaches, and at least forty percent of it is not caused by Jason.

“That would be lying though and lying is wrong.” This is said with a shit-eating grin. “Your choices are Earl Grey or mineral water.”

Tim curls his lip. “You’re destroying the whole tough-guy image I have of you. What kind of vigilante doesn’t drink coffee?”

“The kind that likes having a sparkling white smile?”

“I don’t know if I can take you seriously anymore.”

“Yeah, well, I never took you seriously,” Jason retorts, flicking his cigarette into the nearby ashtray. “I’m taking you even less seriously since you’re standing there near-naked with rat’s nest hair and a hard-on.”

Which causes color to flood Tim’s cheeks and an unfortunate automatic flick of his eyes downward to see that, damn it, he’s right.

“Shut up!” he snaps, grabbing the nearest pillow to cover himself, and Jason guffaws. “It’s a normal biological reaction.”

“Still funny, though.”

Tim’s already stumbling from the bed in embarrassment, looking for the bathroom.

“Door on the right,” Jason calls after him, disgustingly amused. “Don’t get your stitches wet.” Just as Tim reaches it, he pitches his voice louder: “And if you need to rub one out in there, have the decency to rinse down the wall!”

Mortification hits Tim even harder than before.

“Fuck off Jason!”

He hears a roar of laughter from the bedroom.  

I take back what I said about Damian.

TBC

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