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justaaveragereader · 7 months ago

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Double The Fun

Pairing: Bang Chan x Reader x Hongjoong

Word Count: 2.6k

Warnings: Dom!Chan, Switch!Hongjoong, Sub!Reader, Double Penetration (2 Ds in 1 P), Spit, Both Chan and Hongjoong are Bisexual, Unprotected Sex, Cock Warming, Marking, Thigh Smacking, Clit Play, Creampie, If I Missed Anything…Lemme Know��👀

A/N: Hello my lovelies, so this fic is apart of the lovely @whatudowhennooneseesyou 2024 Kinktober! This is my first time writing for a member that wasn’t in Ateez, I will make sure I add a link for the masterlist as the masterlist is a straight MASTERPIECE, I hope yall enjoy the fic, make sure to go check out the masterlist, and give the other writers lots of love! Now onto the fic👏!

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Fu-fuck!” You moan out, back completely pressed against Hongjoongs naked chest. Legs spread wide open for Bang Chan to get a full view of his friend being nestled inside your dripping cunt. With your feet hiked up on the small loveseat sofa, sweat dripping down your naked frame, and Hoongjoong practically being attached to your skin, you knew it was going to be a long night.

“She’s got such a dirty mouth.” Hongjoong says, voice muffled as he kisses the side of your neck, cool hand brushing the side of your body while you are trying to catch your breath on his lap.

“I know…you should see what she’s able to do with that dirty mouth.” Chan says, seated in the chair closest to the studio setup. You came to drop off lunch to both of them. One thing led to another, and now here you were, naked as the day you were born, panting like a bitch in heat in front of both men. Chan was a selfish man, but sharing you with Hongjoong had always been a secret fantasy of his. With his own hardened cocked bricked up against his thin sweatpants. You can’t help but gawk at the print, the material becoming damp with how much precum he had been leaking for the past 30 minutes.

“Please, please, please!” You begin to beg, head rolling back on Hongjoongs shoulder. Eyes blown wide with lust. You had been cockwarming Hongjoong for what felt like forever. Pussy dripping down Hongjoongs cock, wetting the material of the couch underneath you each time Hongjoong shifted his body, the top of his cock brushing right against your spongy spot.

“She’s really pretty when she begs.” Hongjoong says, fingers moving from your side to brush against your clit. The small sensation has you almost jumping out of his lap. A small chuckle leaves both men. As their laughter fills your ears your cunt flutters around Hongjoong making him cup your pussy. Your arousal immediately sticks to his cool palms. As Chans eyes flicker over your whining figure he can’t help but let his patience hold on by a thin thread. Standing from the chair you hear the plastic creak as he stands up. Your eyes try their best to focus on his figure that is coming close but with Hongjoong rubbing the heel of his palm against your clit, your brain begins to turn into mush. Letting his thumb rub against your lower lip, he watches you babble out nonsense with each rough rub Hongjoong gives you. Placing two fingers in your mouth, he watches as you immediately wrap your lips around them. Warm tongue darting out over his thick fingers.

“She’s so obedient.” Hongjoong says, leaving small marks amongst your neck. Nodding his head, he watches as you continue to suck on his fingers.

“Don’t let her fool you.” Bang Chan says, pulling his fingers from your mouth. Popping his own fingers in his mouth, savoring the taste of you on his tongue.

“She’s a brat when she wants to be.” Locking eyes with you, each word that flows from his mouth has you clenching down on Hongjoong letting out pathetic whimpers.

“Sh-shit!” Hongjoong moans out, pausing his attack on your neck. His hand grips your side tight, as your warm wet walls squeeze down on his throbbing cock. This was beginning to become torture for him.

“I don’t think I can wait any longer.” Hongjoong groans out, head falling into your neck. Warm breath leaving your body littered with goosebumps.

“Please, please..” you whimper out, pussy clenching down on Hongjoong once more. A wide smile spreads across Hongjoongs face.

“Come on Chan, don’t make us beg.” He said through a fake pout, bringing a hand up to squish your face between his fingers. Tugging down the fabric of his stained sweatpants he watches as your gaze lingers on him with each second he pulls down the fabric, mouth moistening you let out a muffled groan, face still being squished between Hongjoongs grip. With your lips in a tight pucker, drool begins to leak out of your mouth splashing coolly on your naked chest. Toes curling with excitement, as you feel Hongjoongs cock throb inside of you, he was just as excited as you were. Kissing the side of your neck, Hongjoong keeps his eyes on Chan. The atmosphere grows hotter by the second, your attraction to Hongjoong was no secret, Chan knew you had the hots for him, and while Chan was a selfish man when it came to you, him learning about your attraction for Hongjoong had made him curious as to what it would be like if he shared you just this once. Would it be a reoccurring thing? Or would it be something that was a one time only?

He thought his jealous side would’ve kicked in by the first kiss Hongjoong gave you, yet it did nothing of the sort. If anything it fueled his need to see your eyes fill with tears while your cunt stretched around Hongjoongs member. While you slid down Hongjoongs member you cried, and whined for Chan. Fueling the hunger he had for you, another man brought you pleasure but you were calling for him.

“Go on baby, touch him.” Hongjoong whispered in your ear, teeth nipping at your earlobe. Gathering some of the spit in his hand, he watches as you aid in pulling Chans sweatpants down. Your hand immediately touches his leaking cock. You watch as it bobs against his lower stomach, a thick vein running along the side of it, while the tip is cherry red, oozing in precum. While you stroke one side of his cock, Hongjoong cups your cunt with his spit filled hand, the cool saliva making you let out a breathy moan, with your eyes locked on Chan, each stroke you give his cock, the more precum drips down his tip, pearly white streams leaking more and more by the second. The tension in the room grows heavier, while Chans dark stare is igniting your body, tiny flames prickling at your skin, Hongjoongs hands venture across your body, tweaking you in a way you never knew you could tick. As your thumb rolls over the tip of his leaking cock, his head rolls back, a breathy moan leaving his pretty lips. As Hongjoong whispers nothing but dirty words in your ear, Chans cock jumps at each syllable that leaves Hongjoongs lips. Snapping his head forward, he grabs your throat, causing you to let out a loud mewl, Hongjoongs eyes grow even darker watching the scene in front of him, his own member throbbing hard in your warm, wet, slippery walls. Leaning back, so you are perched right on his lap, his back brushes against the soft pillows. With his hands firmly on your hips, he pushes you back slightly, the further you lean back, the more firm Chans grip grows.

“You going to be a good girl and take us both?” Hongjoong whispers out, watching as your fleeing hand slowly moves off of Chans cock, hand shiny with his pre cum. Your eyes bore up at Chan, clenching on Hongjoongs cock, your eyes flutter slightly as your cool back feels Hongjoongs warm chest. This was truly a wet dream, you had dreamed about this multiple times, you crying over Chans cock, while Hongjoong strokes your insides. Nodding your head thoughtlessly, Chan smacks the meat of your thigh, eyes growing just as dark as Hongjoongs.

”You know that’s not how you reply, do it properly.” A small whine leaves your throat, and his thumb comes to rub the center of your throat, where Hongjoongs dick had been nestled in earlier. With a pathetic whine you verbally respond to Hongjoong, turning your head slightly to the side..

“Yes, I’m going to be a good girl, I want you both..” you say quietly. If you weren’t sandwiched between both men you doubt anyone would’ve been able to hear you as your voice had been so small when responding.

As you get comfy against Hongjoong, you perch your foot on one of his knees while the other is set against Chans strong bare thigh. Your pretty pink toes contrast against both men’s skin. Gripping your ankle, Chan leans in closer, holding his breath slightly, the excitement chewing him up like he was a piece of gum. As Hongjoong nestled into the cushions further, trying to put as much space between both of them so Chan had room to freely move. His leaking tip rubs between your folds, you moan quietly. The feeling of finally being able to get what you had been dreaming of fuels the lust in the small area, skin littering with goosebumps. Gripping the meat of his other thigh, your breathing picks up. Eyes fluttering with each stroke between your puffy lips, tip catching on your clit with each swipe through your slick folds, gripping the base of his cock, he looks up at you and Hongjoong through hooded eyes. Taking in both of your forms, Hongjoong looks beyond fucked out, the sweat beads that are pooling against his temples, and you who looks like she just ran a marathon.

With a firm grip on the base of his member, he swipes through your folds once more, before poking his tip at your already stuffed hole. Your body immediately goes lax, you had been waiting for this exact moment. You try your best to relax your cunt, as it’s throbbing with excitement with each slow inch he gives you, your body grows hotter against Hongjoongs. Sweat littering your back, making you stick to the man underneath you.

“Fu-Fu-Fuck..” Chan whispers, while trying his best not to slam into you, with each inch he enters you with, he pulls back out adding another inch forward. His eyes dance back and forth between your face and Hongjoongs who looks just as spent. As your hand grips Chans thigh a bit tighter, as he continues to enter you, the loud squelching noise fills the quiet studio. Feeling the warm arousal drip down onto his own bare thighs, Hongjoong lets out a small whimper. Hand gripping the cushions of the loveseat tighter, the cross between your warm walls, and Chans warm, stiff cock was almost too much for him to bare. His own toes clenching with each stroke Chan gives, with a stuttered breath he lets his head fall lax against the edge of the couch. Bottoming out into you slowly, Chans body towers over both your and Hongjoongs frame. Taking a couple seconds to gather his thoughts, he continues towering over the both of you, cock snug against Hongjoongs, looking down he watches as your pussy swallows the both of them while bubbling clear strings of arousal.

“I’m not going to last long at all.” Hongjoong says through deep breaths trying his best to hold onto his orgasm. Not wanting to blow his load so soon, as he continued to pant, your pussy flutters around both of them, making both men let out a small whine. Nodding his head slightly, Chans heavy pants fill both of your ears. Pulling his hips back slightly, Hongjoong followed along, not fully pulling out before stroking back in, making sure to deliver deep, powerful thrusts to you. After the initial sting of both of them inside you subsided, you couldn’t help but let out loud moans. Toes curling with each precise thrust from each man that was sandwiching you. Hongjoong and Chan were a tight fit, yet it only made things more pleasurable for each person. While both men were nested in your wet cunt, the warmth from each of their cocks brushed against one another, heightening the experience. Your back arches off of Hongjoongs moist chest, eyes crossing before rolling into the back of your skull. You had been cockwarming Hongjoong for quite a while, your body was already pent up, full of a fueling orgasm. As you bite your lip, your toes clench against each man’s thigh. Squeezing your eyes shut, taking in each stroke they deliver to your cunt. Hiking his hips a bit extra to aim for that spongy spot inside of you, it becomes a race between both men to see who can stimulate that spot just enough to push you over the edge. As tears fill your eyes, your head tilts back against Hongjoongs shoulder, with each stroke of their cock, the sopping wet noises of your cunt fill the small studio.

“Sh-she’s leaking onto my thighs.” Hongjoong says through scattered breaths, Chan pulls back slightly continuing to deliver deep, precise blows to your cunt. His pupils blow watching as your cunt drools down to Hongjoongs thighs, pooling into the crevice of the couch. Letting out a feral groan, he hunches his body over both of yours. His muscular form, towering over the both of you, before catching your lips in a kiss, gripping your hip, his fingers brush over Hongjoongs stomach, before giving you one harsh thrust, making you and Hongjoong moan loudly, as Chan begins to speed up his thrust, his warm cock dragging against Hongjoong whose hips stutter, as he’s nearing the edge while your cunt vice grips onto both of them, he grips the back of your head, your tongues fighting one another, as he continues to hammer into you, your jaw falls lax. Small pathetic moans leave your body, as Hongjoong begins to whine out to Chan that he is close. Eyes squeezing shut you, bite Chans bottom lip, whimpering into his mouth, pulling away from you he grips the back of Hongjoongs head, bringing him in for a messy kiss. Letting out a shocked squeak, Hongjoongs hand comes up to strum at your clit, as Chan pulls back slightly nipping at Hongjoongs bottom lip before sticking his tongue down his throat once more, the intense scene of both men making out right by your face, with the mixture of Hongjoong strumming at your clit like he was playing the harp tosses you into your heated orgasm. Thighs shaking as your toes clenched tightly on both of their meaty thighs. Your cunt squeezes them tightly as you are going through the motions of your orgasm, Hongjoong tosses his head back from the steamy kiss him and Chan shared before letting out a loud groan, jerking his hips sloppy, he announces in a whiny tone that he’s cumming as well. Quickly pulling his cock out, Chan pumps his own, watching the scene unfold in front of him. Mouth dropping into a large O as your eyes are screwed shut letting out a high pitched whine, shooting his load all over your spent cunt. He falls forward even more, his chest weighing down on you, as Hongjoongs thumb comes to a slow stop. You let out a whine at the feeling of Chans warm cum dripping down to your hole, swirling with Hongjoongs cum that’s now leaking out of you. Lifting you slightly, Hongjoong pulls his cock out, feeling the warmth of both of their cum dripping out of you and onto his own thighs he lets out a happy sigh. With a deep smile on his face, he sucks his teeth before tapping the side of your body. Legs dangling on top of his legs, while Chan is resting the majority of his body weight on you both.

“So…who's going to clean that up?” Hongjoong asks, practically purring into your ear. As Chan shifts slightly, he runs two of his fingers through your folds, gathering the mixture of all the cum that was leaking from your body, your body almost doubling over at the feeling of over stimulation. He brings his fingers to your mouth, popping them onto your tongue, letting out a satisfied hum. He pushes his body up with one arm, watching as you suckle the cum off of his fingers. While your eyes dance between both men, eyes huge and doe like. Chan and Hongjoong let devious smiles dance on their faces.

“She will of course.”

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looulouv · 3 months ago

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first meeting — epic!telemachus x reader

pairing: telemachus x gn!reader synopsis: telemachus hopes that this new guard has everything they need to keep the suitors at bay, someone who exudes fear and respect, who can intimidate them with just one look. but when the ship arrives, he quickly realizes he should have kept his imagination in check. yet, he can't wait to see where this goes. genre: fluff warnings: none ig, maybe one joke about offing oneself word count: 1.5k author's note: lil guard and lil tele !!!!! i was just thinking of making little parts of them interacting, kind of just building their relationship to the ithaca saga and maybe after that. have a nice reading, and please keep in mind that english is not my first language, i apologize for any mistakes ! part 1: here!

At fifteen, Telemachus was still an imaginative boy.

His mother had been vague when she told him about the new addition to the palace, only saying that they would be arriving today from Pylos, sent from Nestor himself, and that it would be his duty to escort them from the docks. He hadn't thought much of it at first, assuming that it would be a strong individual—a hardened soldier, someone experienced, someone who could keep the palace safe from the growing number of suitors infesting their halls.

The more he thought about it, the more his expectations grew. He could picture it, a real soldier—a warrior, the kind who loomed over men like an unshaken pillar of war, the kind whose armor groaned with the weight of its own history, the kind that had fascinating stories from gruesome fights and countless kills on their book. Perhaps an older man, one of Nestor’s veterans, weathered by years of battle, with a face carved by scars and a voice like grinding stone. That was what Ithaca needed. That was what his mother needed.

Instead, the figure stepping off the ship looked like they had just come from weaving garlands in a meadow. The first thing that registered was that they were… small. Not in the sense of frailty—there was something too controlled about the way they moved, too precise. But they were young, maybe his age. And their features— Gods help me, they're beautiful—were delicate, almost angelic, like a marble sculpture of a very beautiful, elegant noble.

For a brief, horrifying second, Telemachus thought they might be a companion for his mother, a royal from Pylos. Then—gods forbid—his future betrothed. His heart seized in panic. But when they finally reached the dock, standing at full height, they squared their shoulders and spoke with calm, unfaltering precision.

"My greetings, Prince Telemachus."

Voice smooth, measured, utterly professional—and completely at odds with their face. He was staring. He knew he was staring. He could not stop staring.

For a moment, he forgot how to breathe. He barely managed to keep his reaction contained. He must have looked ridiculous—stiff-backed, mouth slightly open, blinking like an idiot. His hands twitched at his sides as he forced himself to snap back to reality.

"Uh—Yes. Welcome." He cleared his throat, struggling to gather whatever dignity he had left. "Of course, hello."

They didn’t react to his awkwardness. If anything, they barely regarded him at all before shifting their focus to the steward beside him, awaiting further instruction. And that's when it clicked.

They weren't a noble. They weren't some delicate thing come to weave at his mother’s loom. They were the guard.

This was the new guard? The one meant to keep his mother safe? The guard sent by Nestor of Pylos, sent to protect them, to make them feel safer over the looming shadows of the suitors.

His eyes flicked to the sword at their hip, the careful way they carried themselves. Now that he was looking properly, he could see the truth of them—disciplined, well-trained. The confidence in their stance wasn’t that of a teen used to courtly mannerisms, but of a soldier used to command.

Telemachus finally managed to force his mouth shut, though his brain was still playing a losing game of catch-up. His expectations had been torn to shreds, and now, as he walked alongside the newly arrived guard, he was scrambling for something, anything, to say that wouldn’t make him sound like a complete idiot.

“So… uh, you have a name?” he asked, attempting casual conversation. He regretted it immediately, his face scrunching up with embarrassment. Of course they had a name. Everyone had a name. What kind of question was that?

The guard turned their head slightly toward him, eyes unreadable. "(Y/N)."

Oh. A nice name. Not that it mattered. Not that he was thinking about that. Not that he was kind of reciting it in his head, his mouth itching to repeat it...

"Right. Good." He nodded, as if that somehow helped. "So, uh… you came from Pylos? How was the trip?"

(Y/N) didn’t hesitate. "Pleasant, my prince."

Pleasant. That was all. No complaints, no small talk, no elaboration. He had never met someone around his age who spoke with so much restraint. It was almost unsettling. Almost impressive. Intimidating, he dared to say.

They reached the stone steps leading up to the palace, and just as Telemachus was about to say something else—anything to fill the unbearable silence, probably something stupid again—a servant carrying a heavy amphora stepped out too suddenly from the side, directly in (Y/N)’s path.

Before Telemachus could react, they shifted. A small, precise movement, nothing flashy, but enough to pivot neatly around the servant without so much as brushing their tunic. The servant, oblivious, continued on their way.

Telemachus, however, was left blinking. He had seen plenty of people stumble in similar situations, caught off guard by sudden obstacles. But (Y/N)? Not even a second of hesitation. Their footing had been steady, controlled—like avoiding a collision was second nature to them.

The guard barely acknowledged the servant’s near collision, continuing up the steps with the same measured stride. Meanwhile, Telemachus forced his mouth shut before he embarrassed himself even further. He had been staring again, and judging by the brief flicker of attention (Y/N) gave him, they had noticed.

He cleared his throat and picked up his pace, gesturing vaguely as they walked. “Right, so, uh—this way.”

They followed without question, as silent as a shadow. It was unsettling. Telemachus found himself talking just to fill the empty space between them, pointing out the stone archways, the flickering torches casting long shadows across the walls, the occasional glimpse of the sea from a high window. He fumbled with his words, surely talking more than necessary for the both of them, letting out a few nervous chuckles and internally dying every single time (Y/N) answered with less than ten words.

“This will be your home now, I suppose,” he said, chuckling awkwardly. “Not that you’ll have much time to enjoy it. Lots of standing around, glaring at people, that sort of thing. Sounds fun, right?”

(Y/N) said nothing.

Gods help him, he should stop talking.

“Uh—what I mean is, uh, I’m sure you’ll, um… do well. Not that you need me to say that, obviously…” Another nervous laugh. “You probably know exactly what you’re doing.”

A beat of silence. Then, they finally spoke.

“Yes.”

That was it. That was all they gave him.

Telemachus had never wanted to fling himself into the sea more in his life.

Finally, after a few moments of silence —silence that made him want to scream or just jump out of a window— Telemachus took the new guard to Penelope's chambers, informing that it was less likely for his mother to be out in the day, as she preferred to keep her sanity, and that meant to stay away from the suitors that roamed the halls, infesting the place with their stupid faces.

"Welcome," Penelope greeted warmly once they made it through the wooden doors, her voice as soft as it was strong. There was no distance in her tone, no royal stiffness. Only kindness.

(Y/N), to their credit, straightened even further and bowed their head. "My lady."

"Oh, my dear. Nestor spoke very highly of you," Penelope continued, stepping forward. "We are grateful for your presence. I trust your journey went well?"

They hesitated, but only for half a second. "Yes, my lady. It was… comfortable, thank you."

A small pause. Then, Penelope smiled—a true, open expression, one meant to ease tension rather than demand respect.

"I imagine Ithaca must seem a bit different from Pylos," she mused, her tone light. "I do hope you’ll find it welcoming."

For the first time, the new guard's carefully composed expression wavered. It was subtle, but Telemachus caught it—the slight shift in their features, the way their shoulders, previously held so stiffly, lowered just the tiniest bit.

And then, to his complete shock, they… smiled.

Not much, just a small, barely-there curve of the lips, but it was real. Genuine. "Thank you, my lady."

Telemachus stared. He had barely gotten more than a handful of words out of them, but his mother? With just a few kind phrases, she had already coaxed out something warm, something human. He could understand it, though. His mother just had that energy that screamed kindness and warmth, and made every soul that met her feel at ease.

He quickly looked away, focusing instead on the blue, clear sky outside the window while his mother kept easily coaxing words out of (Y/N), getting to know them like he hadn't tried to do that for two hours straight. (Y/N), despite their small moment of softness, had already returned to their professional demeanor, yet their words to Penelope were soft, gentler than when they had arrived. Telemachus had seen it now—the glimpse of someone who wasn’t just a guard, but a person. And he prayed to the gods above that he could be the one to make them smile again.

He had a feeling that he would make that his favorite hobby.

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myhotwifeadventutes · 7 months ago

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PART 1

It all started one night when I inadvertently left my Apple Watch on my nightstand. My husband and I were approaching five years of marriage, and we kind of had an unspoken rule about not invading each other‘s privacy on our phones. I guess it just laying there out in the open was just too much temptation for him. When he checked my messages, he saw I had an ongoing chat, and although there was nothing sexually explicit, there was enough for him to know that something was going on. when he approached me about it, of course I burst into tears and I promised him nothing was going on. It was just a little flirting with a guy at work. after swearing up and down that I did nothing wrong we actually end up having pretty good sex that night. well pretty good for him. He’s not a very good lover, but I do love the way he eats my pussy. I didn’t think it was strange at the time that he wanted sex. I was just happy that he stopped questioning me. The next few days life went on as normal. although I had to be really careful communicating with my special friend at work.

After a week or so, I confided in my sister about what happened that night and how bummed I was that I would have to stop seeing my special friend for a while. She asked me if my husband had submissive tendencies or if he ever mentioned cuckolding Because it sounds like catching you excited him. At that time I honestly had no idea what cuckolding was Or what a submissive husband acted like. she advised me to look it up online and she also advised me to check my husband‘s computer history

Over the next few days, I looked through all the websites he had been visiting on his computer, and I looked up tons of articles on cuckholding and hot wives and female lead marriages and I knew that he wanted me to be his hot wife. I figured it was time to put my theory to the test and I told him I wanted to go out to dinner on Friday night. I put on my tightest little black dress with nylons and high heels. I made a reservation at a restaurant bar that I heard had a great vibe a few towns over. During dinner, we made some polite conversation and drank a couple of bottles of wine so we were both feeling a little tipsy. After dinner, I suggested we sit at the bar and have a few more drinks. I waited for the right time and asked him how come those messages on my phone made you so excited and not angry did you like the idea of me texting with another man it might have been the liquor talking, but I was feeling very sexy and brave. I told him I had a confession to make. The friend I was texting was really a boyfriend. I was dating and I have no intention of stopping . I told him I saw all the websites he was visiting on his computer and I know this really excited him. I put my hand on his cock and asked him if he wanted me to be his hot wife

His hard cock answered my question so I told him the sexy dress, and the nylons and the heels i’m wearing are not for you they are for my boyfriend I told him to meet me here for a drink. He’s going to be here in a few minutes since he doesn’t know what you look like. I want you to go sit on the other side of the bar. and watch us have a date night if everything goes well I’m going to leave with him and go back to our house and let him fuck me in your bed like he’s done so many times I will text you when he’s done fucking me and let you know when you can come home.

Hubby went to sit on the other side of the bar and a few minutes later my boyfriend Vinny came in. He was so happy to see me he gave me a passionate kiss hello we sat at the bar held hands had a glass of wine while occasionally kissing I knew I was driving hubby crazy. After our glass of wine we got up and left the bar just like I promised

A little while late I text hubby from the house saying how my boyfriend loved the bra and panties you bought me about 90 minutes after that I text hubby that my boyfriend left and he could come home. When he got home I was waiting by the door in my bra and panties I gave him a big kiss and told him how happy he made me I asked him if he felt like a real cuckold just like one of his videos we went upstairs to the bedroom and I pulled his cock out and started playing with it while I gave him all the details I told him how I couldn’t control myself as soon as I got in the car I pulled my boyfriends cock out and started sucking it while he drove us home I made him pull over half way home so I could pull his pants down and suck on his balls I was licking his shaft and playing with balls until he gave me a huge load that I swallowed all up. I know your jealous hubby because I never swallow your cum because yours is so disgusting his cum taste so sweet. We finally got to the house and he couldn’t wait to go down on me he loves my pussy he kissed it and licked it until I came on his face I was so wet and he was so hard he slipped his cock right in and started fucking me slowly and than harder he asked me if he should put on a condom but I told him I wanted his cum inside me he loves fucking me from behind so he flipped me over and started pumping me and slapping my ass I was begging him to cum inside me he can last so long that he made me cum again I was moaning so loud I could tell he was getting close and he finally started cuming and cuming until he filled me with his cum it felt so good. Now it’s your job to clean me get down there and start eating all that cum. While hubby was eating my pussy I was telling him how I love our new marriage and how I’m going to love cuckolding him and that was my first adventure

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maxwellscorner · 16 days ago

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How do you found about Thomas and Friends? I’m just curious

Baby me watched it on Discovery Kids and it always lived in the depts of my head

I remembered about the show in a random day and decided to watch a couple episodes with my young sister, we both already adults but it felt really cozy and all, even though we only watched dubbed episodes, mostly from the HiT era, which was the one I was more familiar with. Every now and then we would return to watch other episodes but nothing too serious

Until I was in kind of a hard time and decided to check the episodes by my own to feel better and noticed there were a ton of others, from newer and older seasons

I admit I was like "Nah I won't be watching more choo choos and absolutely NOT in English, only dubbed"

But most of the content was taken down from YouTube and there is still a lot of episodes missing in BR PT, especially from the model era. When I noticed I was watching season 1 in the UK dub because why not. I didn't take any spoilers, knew nothing about the older seasons, but was curious nonetheless

The moment Henry was left in the tunnel and the episode ended, I was hooked and when he crashed with the Flying Kipper I knew, there was no turning back from there and here we are

Thanks for the ask, I love yapping about these trains and even though the show was part of my childhood, it became a true passion for me only as an adult

Have a Henry, he's the reason I love the show 💚

#thomas and friends #sketch #ttte henry #maqui's askbox #thanks for the ask!#sole-di-fragola #that's how a pixel sketch of mine looks like

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slyvieselkie · 1 year ago

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Your Eyes - Sakusa Kiyoomi

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Warning: slightly suggestive at the end

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Sakusa is insecure about not being a good boyfriend, expressive or affectionate.

Kiyoomi Sakusa is not prince charming, one could say he was the complete opposite. He was honest and blunt about how he felt, the things he disliked. Sakusa hated germs and crowds, he avoided people as much as possible. The only he had going for him was his looks and volleyball, which didn't compensate for much.

That's why Sakusa realised he spent all of his luck on dating you. The 'everyone's friend' girl, the personification of bubbly, and cuteness all in one bundle. The world let out a gasp when you two revealed your relationship, why and how did this happen? Don't ask him, everything happened in a blink of an eye and now he has the sunshine next to him everyday.

And it's not he treats you differently. You two don't really touch, the most that happens is a hug in private. View this incident here.

Evidence #1 - At School

It's been a week since he's started dating you and Sakusa's getting tired of the stares. Yes, he understands that you two shouldn't be together-get over it!

"Ha ha, everyone's a little restless about the news eh?", Motoya laugh trying to lift the spirits up but its not working.

He lets out a sigh behind the mask, maybe he should just break up with you? It seems like a shitty thing to do, but this is getting a little ridiculous.

"Sakun~! Good morning~!", confused he turns around and sees you lunging for him.

You've clearly just woken up from the way there are strands sticking out at the back. There's also a grain of rice stuck to the corner of your mouth, like always. And the way you're running tells him that you forgot some books today, most likely History.

Instincts take over and he slides to the left, you blink in confusion as the ground suddenly zooms towards you. Motoya jaws drop as you face plant and lie flat on the ground, others also gather around and some make a side-glance at Sakusa. However, he doesn't do a single thing. You giggle and wave everyone off, turning to the boy with beam. Everyone frowns as the two of you walk off.

Verdict: should've helped you up but didn't

He doesn't really talk much, you mainly chat his ear off, and when he does its always a diss.

Evidence #2 - Shopping with your sister

On a rare day where Sakusa agrees to go out with you, the two of you follows your older sister to go shopping since she has all of the membership cards. While she's a little weirded by him, the kid is nothing like how you describe him, she's willing to give him a chance.

At first he's polite, he thanks you for buying him a cool shirt and her for the discount. After that is where everything falls apart. She and him wait outside the dressing room for you to come out in the dress she chose.

"I'm out, how do I look?"

You look cute in the sundress with daisy prints, she grins but Sakusa goes, "You look a little chubby, and you also look ten."

Her jaws drop while you laugh, "Are you serious?! No!", and run back inside to change.

Your older sister is fuming because not only did he insult you, he insulted her eye for fashion! Unforgivable!

That's why when Sakusa leaves the table at the cafe to go to the bathroom, she's letting out everything and seething.

"That bastard, who does he think he is?! Only I get to make fun of you, call you chubby, and ten! What is he?! He's been your little boyfriend for two months and now he thinks he gets that right?!"

You soothe her by feeding her pieces of cake, "Come on, Sakun wasn't that rude and he was right", "Hey, whose side are you on right now?! What's gonna happen when you bring him home to meet our parents?! Our ancestors will roll in their graves!"

"Hey hey you're thinking a little too far!", you sigh, "He's only like that in front of people, otherwise Sakun's pretty sweet", she snorts, "So he only humiliates you in public?"

Sakusa hides behind the corner for a bit longer until she's fully calmed down. He peeks out from behind the corner and watches as you play with your earlobe, tired of trying to play civil.

He also doesn't wear the shirt just yet, it's still in his closet in the shopping bag and folded neatly.

Verdict: should've just said you looked cute

You two also rarely hang outside of school, he says you see each other everyday and he has volleyball so its not possible.

Evidence #3 - training camp (made up for plot sake)

He's been at the volleyball training camp since Monday, and only today on Wednesday has Sakusa decided to contact you. You don't call him because he most likely won't pick up or will just tell you to call back at another time.

While everyone's getting ready for sleep, Sakusa sneaks away and face-times you.

"Sakun!", you pick up after one ring and he stares down at your giddy smile, "...Hey."

You're belly-down on the bed and the mirror on the side shows your legs kicking back and forth. The volleyball player notices your hair is a little damp and small droplets drips down onto the fluffy robe you're wearing. He doesn't get to say much after that, its predominantly you telling him about what happened at school. It becomes white noise and he only tunes back in when you've trailed off.

The boy lets out a sigh, "What's wrong with you", he can see your legs have stopped as you pout and murmur, "Well, I just miss you a lot."

The ridiculousness makes him snort, "Idiot, its been two days", your whining zooming closer on the screen, ""That's sooo long though, don't you miss me~?"

Nothing is aggravating him but he shoots back, "Not at all, you're annoying as hell", you gasp and wail from the other side, "Sakun, you're so mean~!"

Sakusa entertains you for a little longer before he's hanging up.

After a tired sigh, he turns around and scowls because literally the whole camp is there watching him like a soap opera, "You fu-", "Wow you're a complete jerk", Washio shuts him down.

Everyone claps in agreement and he clicks his tongue, "Mind your own business", then Oikawa grins like the Cheshire cat, "My my, I wonder if you'll be saying that when she has a new guy~", his partner elbows him, "Shut up Shittykawa, no need to state the obvious."

He's getting pissed off now.

Then the blonde twin from Inarizaki doubles down, "I have to say, she sounds adorable and I'm sure she's pretty as well. Why don't you share her number so one of us can actually take care of her~!", the two idiots from Karasuno join in, "Here here, that's no way to treat any girl you bastard!", "Well said Nishinoya, gimme her contacts bastard!"

He rolls his eyes before focusing on that creepy captain from Nekoma smiling at him, "Captain, I have his phone!", the lankly Russian shouts running away from him.

Sakusa growls as marches over while they find your contact photo, the bikini pic you sent to him ages ago. He snatches it back while they go wild, these motherfuckers are gonna turn him into a killer.

"Damn buddy, why are you being like this?!", Sakusa hears all sorts of complaints behind him as he returns to his room.

Verdict: should've said he missed you too

No one really likes you dating him, they think he's a toxic person. And maybe he is, there's always someone calling him 'rude' or a 'jerk'. Sometimes, Sakusa wonders why you two are dating at all. What was it that you saw in him that random day you asked him out? It's completely taken over his mind, he can't focus on volleyball or school.

His frustration grows and grows as no solution appears, what the hell do people want him to do? What the hell do you want from him? What the hell does he want to do?

....

Making your way down to the front seats of the stadium, you suddenly hear your name being called. Curious you turn back and see a friend from primary school. Excitedly, the two of you run to each other and have an emotional hug comparable to the ones in the movie.

"Yeah! I'm here to support Inarizaki! You're here for Itachiyama!", you giggle and point to Sakusa, "Yeah, that's my man right there~"

She gasps excitedly at the boy's looks, "Oh my gosh, girl you caught a huge fish!", the two of you go wild and everyone else glances over uncomfortably.

As the game starts, the two of you are drawn into the intensity. Sakusa is sweating profusely as he battles against Inarizaki, eyes completely focused on the ball like a hawk. And you're sitting there silently amazed...and getting slightly hot because he's so fucking hot. He was cute and handsome before, but holy shit you caught the biggest fish there was.

Finally the game ends with Itachiyama winning and you cackling making fun of your friend, "How's it feel loser?!", "Ugh this shame! You watch next time, your boytoy is going down!", "Hey leave him out of this!"

You gasp and look down at the court to see Sakusa staring at you, immediately you were jumping up and down waving wildly, "Sakun!"

He blinks for a moment before walking off with his team, "Uhhh what was that all about?", your friend asks confused but you're too busy giggling, "He's so cute!"

As the two of you make your way out of the stadium, your friend brings it up again and you tense up feeling it start again. If it was anything else, you would've just given up at that point. But! It was your Sakun so you will defend him forever.

....

Finally free from the locker room talk, Sakusa tries to find you. He spots you quite quickly, you're facing a row of plants with a girl from Inarizaki. As the boy approaches, he can see your body shift uncomfortably and frown.

"I said we're perfectly fine", "Come on, what kind of boyfriend does that? I know you're letting him get away with being mean and rude because he's your first, but you can do so much better!"

The volleyball player froze. He watches as she suggests a few of her friends, pulling her phone to show pictures of friendly and charming guys that would suit you so much better. And nothing hurts more than the way you scan them silently, as if you're actually considering it.

Before he knows it, Sakusa is calling out to you. As the friend panics and runs away, you beam and bounce towards him like nothing happened. He stares at the distance you keep, how your hands to reach out half way but pull back after. Even as you two walk home and your talking like usual, he sees the other couples holding hands and linking arms. It makes Sakusa uncomfortable and a tight feeling grows inside him. Even now he doesn't want to hold your hand, doesn't want to scoot closer to you.

"Sakun?", oh somehow he's already at your house.

The right thing to do would be to say his farewells and go home, but he can't. You stand at the entrance and smile softly with a strange look in your eyes. His heart isn't working anymore, it knows you want to break up with him. And for the first time in your relationship, Sakusa feels horror and dread.

The boy also realises what everyone and he wants from himself, for Kiyoomi Sakusa to be normal. Why couldn't he have learnt from his verdicts, why can't he just be like everybody else? You must want the same and now that he couldn't accomplish that, you've given up.

"Sakusa", you've even stopped using the nickname, "Come here."

You pull him inside the house by his bag straps, there's no strength but he follows to get the last bits of affection he can get from you. In the living room, the two of you sit with a little distance in between. This must be your last test, his last chance. He just has to do something, hug you, kiss you, something like that? His eyes stare down at the emptiness as if it'll close up if he does.

"Sakusa", his eyes trail up to your soft smile, "I love you, and I know you love me too."

There's a lump in his throat, how do you know? No one else does, not even Sakusa himself knows.

"Can I touch you?", it takes him a few seconds to stutter a nod.

With a whisper you reach out, "Your eyes", he instinctively closes them and allows you to graze his eyelids, "They're the windows to your soul", feel his eyelashes, "And they're always following me", the skin below his eyes, "Staring at me like I'm the most precious thing."

It comes as a revelation to Sakusa, you were completely right. Even before you approached him with your confession, his eyes has always been following you from afar. Staring at the back of your head in class, trailing your flowing hair in the hallway, observing the way you spoke, smile, laughed. And then meeting your sparkling eyes on that 'random day' when everything started.

You're in his lap now, cupping his cheeks and pressing your lips against his eyes, "I hate that they've made you forget the way you look at me. Your gaze is so different from all of them. I don't have to make you laugh, have to comfort you, help you in anyway, and yet you still look I'm the prize you don't deserve."

His mask finally comes off and you coo at his deep flush, "Oh Sakun, you're the prettiest boy with the prettiest eyes and the prettiest heart", kissing his jawline.

The change in the atmosphere makes him hide away against your neck, but you still imagine to fluster him by playing with his rosy ears.

You murmur against his hair, "Never feel pressured to step out of your boundaries. It's you and I in relationship. As long as we're happy, you don't need to worry about them."

He looks up at you again like you've descended from the skies and you coo against his lips, "Just keep looking at me, don't let those eyes stray anywhere else."

Sakusa should feel embarrassed at the way he whines for you, but your kisses makes his mind go blank. And he wonders if everyone else gets as hot and dazed he's getting now. Your prettiest boy allows your voice to fill every crevice in his ears and your hands to explore him like no other. All the while meeting your hungry eyes.

....

You'll never forgive the people that made Sakusa forget he wears his heart on his sleeve. Because his love travels from his eyes to his action.

From sneaking the History book you 'forgot' in your bag, to the first pair of earrings he gifted you that looked way better, to the daily photos from that training camp he started sending after that phone call. Sakusa has always shown you that he loved you, so what if the normal people couldn't understand?

But you do have to thank them, because it was this progression that allowed you to become the centre of Sakusa's everything. His eyes, his heart, his thoughts. You smile feeling the boy dig his face into your chest, your fingers fall to his back where you trace every ripple and ridge that slightly twitch with your movements.

"H-Hey, that tickles", he stutters and you giggle hugging him tightly, "Sorry pretty boy~"

Hi Lovelies, I hoped you carnivores enjoyed pretty boy Sakusa!

One of my favourite troupes is 'scary misunderstood' guy that turns into 'shy cuddly bear' after meeting the perfect partner! *chef's kiss*

See ya (˶ > ₃ < ˶)♡

#reader insert #romance #fanfiction #fluff #reverse comfort #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu #sakusa x reader #female reader #not proofread

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thatfrailsoul · 3 months ago

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– A wish come true

new year's tarot pick a pile reading ( → 1, 2, 3 )

pictures from pinterest → one, two, three

At the midnight of the new year... There are a lot of whishes that cross our mind. And even more of them stay hidden, silently, somewhere in our heart... But which one of them will be granted to you this year? Which is the one that your soul wanted or needed more, enough to allow it to manifest into this world?

This is our third and last message for the beginning of this new year… A somewhat magical ending, with a glimpse of what we will be able to create and gift ourselves, through the connection of our subconscious and conscious mind. Because it is true that when wish for something', we whisper it out, into this world, hoping that someone will hear and help us... But we are the first ones to listen to ourselves. We are the ones that start to create and guide us through our reality, right to that dream that we expressed.

So take a moment. Breathe. And follow your gaze to the pile that attracts you more. The one that hides a message for you, about something that will be soon and finally yours.

{P.s. What pile did you choose? ♡ Let me know ~}

– Pile One,

the book: the eight and the nine of cups

This year… will be the one of transformation. Of pure and powerful growth of your persona, and of the world around you that will rush to keep up with you and all the possibilities you will discover for you.

One little thing, one little detail… And it’s like you open your eyes for the first time. Seeing your reality so differently. Almost like your perception of it, just a mere second ago, was only your imagination. The limits, the obstacles… all gone. Just like that. Just because you found that right spot from which to look at it, discovering all at once the alternative paths that were always there, so hidden and never used.

Changing place, career or studies… it will not be a scary and silent desire anymore. It won’t be a fantasy to lull you at night. It will be overwhelmingly real, but beautiful. And possible. All thanks to your patience and hard work. All thanks to your dedication and tender grip you had on this dream, never letting it go, no matter how difficult it seemed to bring it into this world.

You will make it out of this cage of circumstances. But without any rush or guilt for leaving everything and running away, hearing the disappointing or judgemental voices of others behind your back. No, you will do it the right way. The one that will satisfy both them and your mind. You will do it so no one ever doubts it, your decisions… You will do it by taking care first of what you have now, so you won't ever have regret about your choice.

It will take some time indeed, to finish up this journey first, to conclude at least one of its phases, to keep under control that impatience and at times frustration of wanting to move on… But it will not seem so long once you will do it. Once you will focus on it, this time knowing clearly why you are doing it, and without feeling pressured and forced for the first time in so long.

You will just do it. Achieve what you can, what is enough for you, and then you'll move forward, but on a different path.

It will be quite an adventure, the one you will live this year. But it won't be rushed or difficult. It will be clear and flexible. An adventure that will seem to be already so well written, leaving to you only the most fun and easy part of enjoying it, following the flow and plot of it.

{ ♡ }

– Pile Two,

the ship: the eight of wands and the knight of cups

So much movement… So many things to plan, to check and to control. So many stuff to consider and to take care of as you go further… It really is overwhelming. Even if this change and progress was something that you wanted and worked on for so long. It still doesn’t really prepare you, desiring it or thinking about it, to the reality of what change is. The fast pace, the little time to breathe, the way things become completely different from one night to another, needing much more attention from you, than when they only were in the dreams you visited when you wanted. It is demanding, consuming, and it is not linear at all. It is so fast one moment, and then the other everything stops. Making you wait days, months, sometimes even years… Not giving you time to react and adapt, and once you somehow do it, not allowing you to put in practice what you prepared.

It was happening already for quite some time. Becoming the manifestation of your frustration, rather than a dream come true, the thing you wanted and hoped for so long… But finally things seem to calm down a little, as there is less and less to do and organise. And more free moments for you to just stop, look around, and see that you are finally here, exactly where you pictured yourself so many times. Where you can realise that it wasn't a mistake after all, like you started to think amids all that confusion and movement that you didn't expect in your dreams. And that it indeed was just a phase, just the beginning of a journey for which this year you will be ready for finally.

You will have more time and space, in the end. Exactly like you imagined it. That freedom, that peace, that space to grow and experience new things. Learning again to enjoy this journey, to remember why you wanted it so much, and letting go of the stress and confusion that this preparation overwhelmed you with.

You will make out of it, victorious. Holding in your hands the reality that you created all by yourself. Complete, real, exactly like you wanted it to be.

{ ♡ }

– Pile Three,

the stork: the six of cups and the ace of coins

They are so heavy… those things, people, situations from the past. The ones that became pure burden, slowing you down so much, distracting you, calling your mind and heart every single time you try to start anew. They are so persistent, even when they are only a memory, that is ridiculous, just how much power something can have over you… So much that in this desperation and frustration you started to think that it was you, who was still holding onto it, who was bringing it back alive from the past.

But it wasn't really you, at least not only. It was simply all that reminded of it to you, triggered you, in such a painfully familiar way. And there wasn't anything wrong in the fact that you couldn't just ignore it like so many suggested.

You needed your time, and you took it for yourself. Even if it wasn't always so easy or exactly like you wanted… you still gave yourself that space needed to heal and fully process all that happened. Enough to clear things out, find answers, context and explanations, even if you are the only one aware of them, even if they will never listen or express their perspective on what happened. It was still enough for you. For that you of the past that felt like things never really ended, because of how many things remained untold and so strange. You helped yourself. You ended things, concluded them, even the ones that should've been taken care of by those who walked away. But you freed yourself.

And with this new peace, new understanding and acceptance, you will start to welcome in all those things that you wanted but couldn't reach. They will come to you on their own, naturally, seeing that now you are truly ready to live a new phase of your journey.

It will be simply easier this year. Taking the opportunities, making choices, trying things, working on them and achieving. Because there won't be nothing heavy on your heart, nothing overwhelming your mind. Not the past. Not the regret or silent and contained rage. There will be just you, who left it all behind. Being now able to fully open your wings and take flight.

One seemingly little thing will influence and change so much. In all areas of your life. That will start to evolve and bloom into something more, in those desires that for so long you were forced to keep just in your heart, daydreaming about a chance to live a different life.

{ ♡ }

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tojisbbg · 2 years ago

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𝗹𝗲𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗺𝗲 𝗮𝗹𝗼𝗻𝗲, 𝗯𝗮𝗯𝘆!

❝but, you’re my baby, and i love you so much!❞

♡ rin itoshi ♡

a/n: i kept getting tiktoks on my fyp of this trend and i couldn’t help but think of him.

content: rin itoshi x reader, established relationship, gentlelover!rin, reader is a little mean, very fluffy, kinda short, not grammatically checked.

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it was almost nine and you were stressed.

every little thing in this entire world was pissing you off because you couldn’t finish this stupid fucking project your professor decided to assign you this morning. to make things even better, it’s due before the beginning of class the next morning and it’s group work.

surprise, surprise! your group mates are shit and the responsibility of the entire project was now shoved up your ass.

how beautiful.

you were barely finished with the other assignments that you received from your other classes, which meant that you’d have to pull another all-nighter.

who the absolute fuck told you that it got better in college? ‘cause right now you want to kill yourself.

you were trying to reach over to grab your binder when suddenly your hand knocked over the cup of coffee you had on your side. you gasped as your eyes widened.

it spilled all over your laptop.

“no, no, no!! fuck.” you panicked, quickly ripping a bunch of tissue to wipe the liquid away without getting it further into your device. and just because god loves you so much, your phone began to buzz.

you groaned in annoyance, leaning over to swipe the decline button. you upsettingly sighed, seeing that your laptop was already starting to malfunction, which meant that you were screwed.

“ugh, what the fuck, man. i’m gonna end my life, i swear.” you grumbled to yourself. your phone began to ring again and your face had a scowl painted on it as you roughly grabbed the small device, swiping green.

“y/n?” the familiar voice on the other end called out as you received the call.

“yes, yes, what is it rin? i’m really busy right now and your constant calling is wasting my time. couldn’t you have just texted me instead?” you snapped at him, making him become silent for a few seconds and he was trying to process what the hell was going on.

“are you okay? you seem upset.” rin responded in a worry tone, making you roll your eyes.

“no, rin. i’m actually so happy right now that i can die. whatever, why did you call?” you decided to cut to the chase, figuring that it was no use of getting too distracted right now.

“it’s fine, i’ll see you at home.” he shortly said before hanging up, leaving you with your mouth open.

“then what the fuck was the reason for calling me?!” you yelled at your screen, which was pointless because your lover wasn’t on the other line. you angrily slammed your phone on the table before going back to your mission of trying to revive your laptop.

about thirty minutes has passed and you gave up on your laptop, deciding to finish your paper assignments first and then try again later. you furiously scribbled writing on your assignments, your handwriting progressively getting sloppier and uglier as you bullshitted them.

you no longer cared if your work was absolute doodoo, you just wanted to get it done and over with. so invested in your work, you didn’t even notice when rin slipped inside your shared apartment.

he usually had soccer practice which ended later on the day during the weekdays. the 6′1 striker entered the kitchen, rummaging through some things before his footsteps came towards where you sat.

“this shitty ass laptop still won’t work!” you whined, banging your fists on the keyboard in frustration as you felt like ripping your hair out.

rin pulled the chair next to you out so that he could sit down and watch his very stressed and mad girlfriend work.

“wanna talk about it, baby?” rin finally got the courage to break the thick silence that was fogging up the entire room.

“no.” you sharply answered back, your tone nearly slicing his heart.

“you sure? taking a small break wouldn’t hurt.” he softly suggested, bringing a hand up to stroke your hair. for some odd reason, his persistence was getting on your nerves and you would then do something that you knew you’d instantly regret if not now then later.

you angrily shoved off his hand, making rin look at you with a shocked and confused face at your unusual behavior.

“for fucks sake, leave me alone! can’t you see that i’m trying to finish my work? you don’t have to worry about college like i do because you have your entire future set by kicking a stupid ball. i don’t! so just fucking go, rin!” you yelled at him, watching his face fall as he stood up from his chair. suddenly, the words on your tongue died down, your throat becoming dry.

fuck.

you knew you messed up real bad, but the damage has already been done. rin let out a heavy sigh before looking down at you with sad eyes.

“okay, i’ll stop bugging you. also, your laptop most likely won’t turn back on, so stop wasting your time on bringing something back after destroying it. just use mine, it’s in my duffle bag.” rin dryly spoke before turning his heels, walking towards your shared bedroom before you heard the slam of the door shutting, making you flinch.

“fuck you professor, i hope your wife leaves your for another man.” you swore under your breath, closing the lid of your dead laptop. you walked towards the sofa where rin’s duffle bag was, opening it to pull out his laptop for your use.

you walked back to your spot, turning on his device to begin working. it was almost midnight, so, if god was on your side then you could hopefully finish the project by two in the morning.

as soon as the laptop turned on, the first thing you were met with was his wallpaper which was set as a collage of your photos. you couldn’t help but take in a few minutes to stare at it, and as each minute passed, your heart began to ache even more.

you knew that rin didn’t deserve to hear those words, but you couldn’t stop yourself from saying those awful things to him in the heat of the moment. shaking your head to shoo those distracting thoughts away, you retracted your focus back onto your project.

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you finished typing the last word on the report and you could almost shed happy tears. you were finally done with this shit, your hands shaking and your eyes begging to close. without hesitation, you submitted the work. who cares about checking for grammar issues when your soft bed was calling out for your ass.

“not bad, it’s only one-thirty. hm, i guess i should eat before going to sleep since i’m kinda hungry.” you talked to yourself, shutting off rin’s laptop as you lazily made your way to the kitchen to fix yourself up some instant ramen.

your eyes fell on the white plastic bag on the kitchen counter, an eyebrow cocking upwards as you curiously opened the bag. you gasped as you realized that it was your favorite takeout.

“oh my god, i’m such a piece of shit.” you whispered, head hanging low as you thanked the heavens for blessing your with such a loving and kind boyfriend whom you didn’t deserve at all

you eagerly reheated up the food in the microwave before speed walking back to the dining table. you settled your food down on the table, allowing it to cool while your pack your bag and put rin’s laptop on charge so that he could use it for his classes tomorrow.

after eating and cleaning up, you decided to skip your usual night routine since you were pretty tired. you quickly brushed your teeth and went straight to the bedroom.

you quietly opened the door, noticing how the lights were off and the only source that was providing some form of light inside your room was the small lamp on the side.

tiptoeing to your side of the bed, you slipped under the covers as you sat up, leaning against the headboard. you could hear rin’s soft snores coming from the side, the cute man sleeping on his back as he faced the ceiling.

your eyes scanned his features, which every nook and cranny of your brain had memorized. he looked so cute while he slept and an overwhelming wave of sadness hit you like a tsunami as you recalled the way you treated him earlier on the night.

tears began to sting your eyes as guilt washed on your face, the warm liquid streaming down your face. without thinking twice, you climbed onto him as you straddled rin’s waist before hugging his sleeping form, burying your teary face in the crook of his neck while you sobbed.

feeling the wet and warm tears stain the flesh of his neck, rin began to squirm in his sleep as he groaned.

“what the hell?” rin groggily said, opening his sleep filled eyes as he saw a lump on top of him shaking and crying. he wrapped an arm around you before carefully sitting up, leaning against the headboard as he rubbed your back.

you decided to face him, even though you knew you looked hideous. you face was probably wet and red like a tomato.

“oh my god, you look even cuter now!” you cried even harder after taking one look at him, leaving rin nothing but confused as fuck. you peppered his face with kisses before wrapping your arms tightly around his neck as you pulled him into a hug. you squeezed him closer to you until it was humanly not possible.

“i’m so sorry, rinnie! i was such a jerk to you all night because i was so upset about my stupid project. it’s just everything was getting me so mad ‘cause my group mates ditched me and my dumbass spilled coffee on my laptop, a-and the-then i-” you were choking on your tears and words from crying and talking to fast.

“shh, it’s okay baby. i’m not upset because you reacted that way, i know you were stressed. we’re okay, y/n.” rin’s words were gentle as it helped you calm down from your crying frenzy. you raised your face up to look back at his face, seeing a soft and warm smile painted on his lips as his gorgeous teal eyes sparkled with love.

“i know but you’re my baby! and i love you so much! god, i was so mean, how could i even say those things? i’m so, so, sorry, rinnie. i shouldn’t have taken my anger out on you i’mtheworstgirlfriendeverohmygodwhydon’tyouhateme.” you ugly sobbed, your words weren’t even coherent as rin couldn’t help but chuckle.

he knew that you didn’t mean those words and he also knew that this would happen as well. once again, your gentle boyfriend knew you like the back of his hand.

“ahh, what a crybaby. hm, you can make it up to me by giving me a smile. i want to see my girlfriend smile before i go to sleep, not in tears.” he playfully said, as you lifted your head to meet his eyes once more. the sight of such a domestic scene made your stomach fill with swarming butterflies.

fuck, you just wanted to marry him.

“i’m gonna eat you up if you don’t stop looking at me like that.” you poked his chest, making him laugh as wiped away your tears with his fingers.

“and exactly how am i looking at you?” rin asked and you mumbled.

“like you wanna grow old with me until i die.” you bluntly responded, making his smile widen.

“and what if told you that it’s exactly what i want?” he gave you a cheeky grin, making you blush as a giggle left your lips.

“then what’s stopping you, idiot? marry me! i do, i do, i do!!” you exclaimed before crashing your lips with his. you placed your hands on the sides of his face, pulling him closer to you as both of your lips molded into each other’s. rin’s arms securely wrapped around your waist, following the rhythm of your lips.

the kiss wasn’t intense, it was sweet and lasting with a touch of innocence. it was a kiss in which you both enjoyed each other as lovers. and you loved this feeling, the feeling of breathing, tasting and touching him.

your sweet, kind and gentle lover, itoshi rin.

pulling away, you looked at him with adoring eyes, swiping away the strands of hair that covered his eyes. rin looked at you like you were the most beautiful and important thing in his life.

to which you were.

“i’ll make you my wife and keep you in my heart forever. i love you so much, y/n.” his heart swelled with his love for you. your eyes nearly shape shifted into hearts upon hearing his words.

“i love you more, rinnie.” you smiled, placing a smooch on his lips, purposely making noise as he chuckled.

“come on, let’s go to sleep. you have class early in the morning, i don’t want you to fall sick.” rin said and you nodded, the both of you getting comfortable on the bed. you scooched closer to your boyfriend, wrapping all your limbs around him as you placed your head on his chest. your ear was right on top of his heart, hearing the thumping noises of his heart beating.

it brought you peace to know such a perfect man existed, alive and in your hold right now. his pulse lulled you to sleep and soon enough, you were knocked out.

rin glanced down to his chest and saw you fast asleep, his lips curling upwards as he bent his head down to place kisses on your lips and forehead.

“oh, before i forget.” he leaned over to grab your phone, unlocking the device as he went to the submission box of your project assignment. he unsubmitted the report, going to the title page as he erased the names of your group members. a satisfied smirk was plastered over his face as he resubmitted the finished project that had just your name on it.

“tch, not giving those fuckers any credit for what was all you, my love. sleep tight.” he said before ending his words to himself with a yawn, his own eyes feeling heavy. you were very warm and soft, which meant that rin would be out like a light soon as well.

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apocalypse-shuffle · 11 months ago

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JASON TODD & CASSANDRA CAIN (generalized fanon | maybe wfa)

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“Blind Spot” (Jason Todd x Fem!Reader) and (Cassandra Cain & Platonic!Reader)

| Reader is introduced (this time “formally”) to the second of their new boyfriend’s extended family.

| SFW, stalking(?), batfam shenanigans, worried!Jason

| The pictures used are just for aesthetics and have no contextual meaning to the story. (pic sources: beg.=batman:under the red hood, middle=dceaced, and end=batgirl#1 • all comics)

| part of the meet the bats series

| 3k+ words

Jason’s roof is bumpy. Not like asbestos bumpy or anything, though in Gotham you could never be too sure, but it certainly wasn’t smooth.

“Hey, baby, was your apartment built before or after 1989?”

Jason answers immediately.

“After. I needed a place without a sprinkler system though, so I wouldn’t bet anything special on this building being too up to code.”

“Mm,” you hum, letting your head drop to the side. That still didn’t rule out asbestos.

The new view that greets you is of the back of Jason’s head and the broad scarred expanse of his back.

You’ve decided you’re not going to worry about the possible poison in the walls yet. Hopefully Jason’s paranoia extends to that type of stuff and he’s checked it out already.

“Hey baby?”

In the beat it takes for Jason to let out an acknowledging grunt your eyes catch the black glint of yet another weapon being picked up. You snort.

“You got all those guns, any of ‘em actually do anything interesting?”

His shoulders shake as he laughs.

“Like what?”

You shrug. “I don’t know, just...” your brown fingers snap and you sit up, legs crisscrossed over the cushions, “…there was a rumor going around the other day ‘bout Harley and a beanbag shotgun. Got anything like that?”

Jason scoffs, “You have got to stop listening to whoever is spreading these rumors and giving you your theories.”

“Shut up.” You wait until he’s taken the last piece of the pistol in his hand apart to knock him in the head with one of his throw pillows. “Answer the question, Todd.”

For a good minute he can’t, keeled over laughing as he is, but you have no problem waiting him out, laughter of your own occupying you.

“Alright,” he gasps in air, talking through his giggles. His voice is a little higher than usual. “Short answer is no.”

When he’s done he lets his head fall back into the couch so he can look at you with raised brows.

“Satisfied?” He grins, voice back to normal.

“Believe it or not,” you wiggle around so you can bend over and smack a wet kiss onto his lips, feeling his smile widen, before sitting back up, “no. What’s the long answer?”

He shakes his head at you, muttering something that sounds a lot like ‘insatiable’ under his breath, before going back to his assigned task for the night. You shrug, but a shiver down your spine cuts off whatever response you might’ve given.

Brows furrowing, you lean back on the couch as an uneasy feeling settles in your gut, gaze moving to slide around the apartment until you settle on a familiar item on the small table near the window.

The aloe plant you’d gifted Jason a few weeks ago sits atop it. Surprisingly, it still looked healthy, which was nice. You’d gotten it for him because they were low maintenance, but you could never be too sure with the vigilante schedule he operated on. There’s a small bit of movement behind the plant though and - without your say so - your eye focuses on it instantly. Or at least tries to. For some reason what you’d thought was a bug ends up disappearing on you though.

The longer you look out at what amounts to nothing the more severe your frown gets, face morphing into a grimace.

The darkness feels like it’s watching you back and the prospect makes you queasy. The possibility of a potentially deadly game of hide and seek runs through your mind; somebody popping up from the darkness and smashing the window—

A particularly harsh clink from in front of you snaps your mind back to reality. Jason’s reaching for his briefly disregarded rag and gun oil, parts of a good sized rifle laid out before him, shoulders rising and falling in easy, tempered motions. Instantly you begin matching your breaths with his own, doing your best to shake the feeling of unease off.

Jason starts talking again with a low contemplative tone and you let his voice settle over you like a blanket, slumping back into the couch as you watch the back of his head.

“The barrel of a shotgun isn’t even big enough for a regular sized bean sack—”

“—Bean sack,” you parrot quietly and Jason flips you off without looking. You snicker.

“A bean sack gun,” he continues like you hadn’t interrupted, “just isn’t practical as a primary weapon. It’ll probably lock up and misfire then - look at that - you're dead.”

You huff, “Jason this is supposed to be a fun conversation.”

“This is fun,” he grunts, picking up a tiny brush to clean with.

Your eyes roll.

“Alright, whatever, what about glitter?”

“Please stop.”

You buss out laughing.

“I don’t think I want to. But- just hear me out,” you cut in when you see the furrow that takes over his face, “If Sam and Dean can shoot salt guns then I don’t see how much different glitter would be if you factor in the weight difference.”

The new expression that takes over his face is even worse than beforehand and he gives you this narrow look like he can’t believe you’re being serious.

“Don’t be ridiculous. Those guns aren’t designed for impact, just range, and,” he scoffs, “to look cool probably.”

“Ohhh—” you stop as the confusing patch of night outside the window catches your attention again before scooting farther away from the window. Why it’s even throwing you off you can’t tell, but you don’t want to stress over nothing. You clear your throat and go back to joking with him. “—You don’t think the salt shotgun is cool, Jay? Is the Red Hood too good for the Winchesters?”

“Absolutely.”

He grins at you over his shoulder and you scoff, kicking out to shove him with your foot. He barely rocks from the force of it.

After that an easy silence fills the space once more and you rest your head onto the back of the couch, breathing in deep in an attempt to quell the clench in your stomach.

When you look over again the image through the window is clearer. On the apartment across from Jay’s there’s a fire escape just slightly above his own and — you squint, crawling to the end of the couch to get a better look — and there! Right there! A short burst of breeze causes a heavy piece of fabric to flutter and what’s wrong finally becomes obvious.

You lean even further.

What should be the rest of the metal railing is blocked by a large patch of darkness that you do your best to follow with your eyes, only going a little cross-eyed and blurry in your efforts.

Passively, it occurs to you that maybe this was something you should bring to Jason’s attention. The night coming to life and inching closer wasn’t normal after all, but—

There! The fabric shifts again, another larger piece this time, and with your gaze now having something concrete to focus on more and more of the misplaced darkness starts to come into place.

Glinting stitches, a brief flash of yellow as another gust of wind displaces fabric. Then a light in the house across from you flicks on. Barely any of it leaks through their curtains, but it’s just enough to make the outline of a person perched on the railing, what you can now tell is the smear of a cape draped over the outside of the fire escape and catching the breeze every few seconds, come into staunch focus.

Your eyes go wide.

“Jason?”

His head whips around and he’s looking up at you from his disassembled cache of guns on the floor, gaze sharp. You don’t know what the hell he detected from your voice, but you can see the way his face crests once he gets a look at your expression and your stomach twists.

You didn’t think you looked that alarmed.

Jason’s gaze follows yours when you turn your head back for confirmation, and it’s brief but for a second still the same blotch of black is there before you take your next breath and it’s - the person’s - disappeared.

“Crap,” he curses and you go rigid, falling back as the sounds of him quickly reassembling a gun fill the room.

Next thing you know he’s up and walking over to open the window.

You scramble up from the couch, “Jay! Hold on, are you sure—?”

The window slides open with a small click and a few beats pass before - baffled - you watch Jason sigh and set his firearm down on the side table beside the aloe.

He sticks his head out the window.

“Cass,” he whisper-yells.

From behind Jason you watch nothing happen. It’s quiet except for the city’s usual ambiance and there's a cursory creak of old metal before—

“No, not you too, get out of here. Don’t you have a city to patrol?”

—a face appears in the window, right in front of Jason, and you take in such a harsh breath you stumble back a few steps.

So close to the window with the light from the living room as an aid you can make out the long pointed ears at the top of what you can now tell is the person’s — Batgirl’s, that was Batgirl’s — mask.

Right. Okay. You suppose if Robin popped in to visit and your boyfriend rocked a red helmet and killed people in his spare time then Batgirl also popping in wasn’t too far a stretch of the imagination. You suck in a breath until your lungs fill with enough air to make your chest twinge.

Batgirl’s low scratchy voice fills the quiet.

“The city.” Batgirl seems to fix Jason with a look but the mask makes it hard to tell, before finishing, “Will survive…five minutes.”

Then she pats the hand he still has on the window sill. “Kind of you,” you hear her say before she’s slipping in past the width of his bulk. Jason makes an exasperated noise and moves to let her in - not that she wasn’t already doing that perfectly fine on her own.

After the incident not even a full week ago Jason can’t seem to not throw you a panicked look from behind the woman. You only shrug, heartbeat steadily settling back down. At least you were awake this time. You look over the faceless vigilante, not an inch of skin - of the person underneath - showing. Though you were no less perturbed.

The only huge difference is that it was the blank mask of the Black Bat that’s staring at you from the darkness and you’re not at imminent risk of being beheaded. That was…something. You purse your lips, rocking back onto your heels with your heart in your throat.

The Bat doesn’t say a thing, just looking at you with indents that probably indicate eyes behind them and a face full of more of those glinting stitches.

Jason clears his throat, moving around so he can stand beside you.

“Is this some kind of trend now?”

His irritated grumble brings Batgirl’s attention back to him and you relax, leaning into the arm he presses into the dip of your back.

“Oh,” she breathes. You’d be pressed to think she was being sarcastic if it wasn’t for: “Heard about Robin. Seemed like…fun,” she proclaims.

You briefly wonder at the fact that you’re apparently an interesting enough deviation for Jason that you’re piquing the interest of vigilantes.

Then Batgirl’s attention shifts squarely back to you and you can’t remember how to breathe again, let alone what you were just thinking about.

“Um,” you choke out, “Hi.”

Jason’s tan hand snakes under your shirt to rub at the dark brown skin there. You focus on the warmth from the point of contact, breathing out slowly.

Batgirl’s head shifts, indicating the window behind her. “You noticed me.”

It’s not a question.

“I mean - barely,” you say. A half aborted chuckle falls past your plush lips. “I pretty much just thought I was losing it.”

“That’s good,” she says and you pause confused. She turns to Jason, tone brightening. “Robin was right. She’s impressive. For a civilian,” she concedes at the end.

When she walks up to you next she holds a hand out. After a moment of hesitation you reach out to take it, her grip is strong and when she shakes your hand you have to steady your arm or else risk her jerking you around.

“You have a good eye. Good instincts. Useful starting point…for learning.”

“She won’t be,” Jason grunts. You roll your eyes at him, you didn’t even want to be a vigilante but he didn’t have to shoot the idea down so hard.

Batgirl shrugs, “I know,” she dismisses. She squeezes softly at your hand. “Y/n. It was nice meeting you. Had to see. Who’d…put up with him,” she ends snidely.

Jason huffs and you laugh despite yourself, squeezing her hand back in turn. That seems to have been enough for her because you can just make out the smile underneath her cowl before she lets go.

She sends a parting nod Jason’s way and he scoffs quietly.

“Yeah, I know,” he says to Batgirl’s retreating form. "See you later, yeah?” he adds, voice dropping.

She stops part way through slipping out the window, half her body already lost to the darkness, before giving a curt nod. A jaunty wave is sent your way next and then…nothing.

You don’t even hear the fire escape creak before she’s melted into the shadows and disappeared back into the night.

─────

Jason doesn’t know how to conceptualize this, but he has to know. He needs that confirmation before he can truly rest easy.

There’s no one else who reads people as well as Cassandra. Maybe she’ll be able to finally get rid of the way he can’t help but jerk away from your closeness sometimes, from the natural pull you have over him. How much he can’t stay away even as reluctance and fear pulls at him.

Jason sighs.

Or help him figure out how comfortable you really were with the whole Red Hood thing. It’s not that he didn’t trust you to keep the secret, just that he wasn’t sure if you were saving face with him or not. The last thing he wants is for you to feel obligated to stay with him. Or intimidated.

Cass waits until he’s just settled beside her on the roof before speaking.

He’s silently grateful for it. For some reason verbally asking for her assessment seemed like more a betrayal than needing the read at all.

This way he can delude himself into thinking she offered the information up unprompted. Something tells him it won’t change anything; he ignores that voice.

“She’s good,” Cass nods. She pointedly doesn’t leave it at that though so Jason stays still, let’s the wind lap at his hoodie and whisp at his hair.

Cass sighs, so still her shoulders barely move, and then turns to him. There’s a low tuft in her voice like she knows exactly what he’s doing here, knows he’s looking to her for salvation.

“Good,” she stresses. Breathes in once. Exhales. “But hiding.”

Jason’s heart doesn’t skip a beat but his gut does twist, caving in on itself in a bid to hide. He starts shaking his head.

The thing about Jason, he stopped trusting his heart a long time ago. Too late to save him from some other grievances in his life but good enough to keep him alive for this long. To protect this second chance, trusting his gut has been crucial. So why did it feel like he was being gutted?

“…hiding what?” When she takes too long to answer Jason finally turns. “Cass—”

She intercepts him easily, barely a rustle of fabric before her closed fist is pressed against his breastbone. It holds him in place more firmly than it has any right to.

“She’s hiding.” She manages somehow to make him feel the weight of her eyes meeting his own before tutting at him. “So are you.”

The plea Jason’s about to let out gets stuck in the base of his throat and he clears it.

“What do you mean?”

Even in the cowl the disbelieving look Cass throws his way is clear, fabric over her brow creasing.

“You are…leading her.” Her head canters barely a centimeter to the side. “She won’t…move. Not without…looking to you…first.”

All he can do for a moment is breathe deep and swallow back the argument bubbling up his throat. They both know Cass didn’t talk if she wasn’t sure, and Cass didn’t make mistakes about these things.

This wasn’t emotions; it was pure science, and body language for someone like Cass was near impossible to skew at the base intention level. And well…Jason can’t even lie to himself enough to believe he hadn’t expected her assessment to be anything other than confirmation for what he already knew.

He shakes his head, hands shoving into his pockets, “How am I supposed to fix that Cass?”

Cass gives a blithe little shrug, turning away from him again. Her cape billows out wide behind her, wingspan almost large enough to wrap the whole of Gotham in her protective embrace.

She snipes, unrepentant, “Why do I? Have to…know?”

Her voice carries on the wind with more leniency than the question suggests.

Jason sighs, rolling his shoulders back and shifting to look out over the stretch of rooftops laid out before them also.

“You don’t,” he grunts. “Sorry— thanks for this Cass. I owe you.”

She nods, shrugging.

“Cool,” she says. “I’ll call. If I…feel like it.”

He can almost hear the smile in her voice. He imagines it’s the little barely tolerate one she tends to give him. It’s not the smirk he knows she’s prone towards sporting with the others, but the fact he gets anything more than the blank look she gives when she’s mad but doesn’t have the energy or the words to say anything more to him is miraculous enough. He’s lucky to have any of her good will at all considering how heated some of their past conversations have gotten.

Cass never treats him like he’s a ghost, more so like she’s doing him a favor; looking past all the skeletons peeking over his shoulder to see Jason. Just Jason.

It’s not great. Even if he does know why.

It’s not the way you look at him; like he’s whole. Like the him that you want is exactly what’s in front of you, not some specter from the past or poor imitation you have to put up with.

One of Cass’s hands moves to rest against the holster on her belt and she raises one foot to prop up on the border surrounding the roof before leaning into his space.

She punches his shoulder, softly for her, and he takes it.

“You. Should keep her…a civilian. Jason,” she stresses. “An alive one.”

Jason hasn’t even begun to react before Cass is tilting forward, firing off her grappling gun and dropping off the roof in a second.

‘I’m trying,’ Jason thinks at the charcoal of her cape.

He takes another few minutes to look out over the city, let the sounds of a broken metropolis and its people wash over him - for his gut to settle back into stone - and then he climbs down the fire escape.

NOTES: Hope you enjoyed!!!

Alright, so, this is my first time really writing Cass so don’t hate me. I didn’t want to shove her into a ‘woman who soothes a man’s woes’ role, but I did still want to give her and Jason a more tolerant and supportive relationship than they’d ever have canonically (and this is a Jason-centric story so some centering is inevitable). Also, I tried to match her speech patterns from the 2000’s comics so don’t come for me, she usually only speaks in four word sentences at the longest and breaks her sentences up so she can presumably search for the word she needs, otherwise her grammar is totally fine so yeah, hopefully my portrayal of her wasn’t too too bad. I will be advancing her sentence structure and speech patterns when she shows up again in a later part in order to depict how her speech advances in the comics too, just because I want to practice with her some more. Also just believe that once Cass realized the Reader-Insert had sensed her she stayed in a more compromising position (in front of a potential light source) just to really test how well she’d be at actually finding her after sensing something was off.

Keep in mind that this is “wholesome” bat family fanon, but that I lean towards post-crisis when it comes to characterization and comics I read for reference (except for Duke obviously) because I largely like post-crisis canon more. Though, how I write Damian is definitely more based on the DCAMU version of him because that was my introduction to his character, but I am working on getting closer to his canon character voice for my own sake since he will be showing back up later in this series (& just in general I’ve slightly shifted how I write Jason as well since part one).

btw: if you’d like to leave a comment I’d very much appreciate it!

Slightly Rewritten - 6/30/24 (bc the way I reread this and was like “well, tell the woman thank you, goddamn” immediately told me I needed to rewrite some dialogue; like, even though I was trying not to I still ended up prioritizing Jason too much at the end)

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meltedmush · 6 months ago

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Just checking because I have to know.

1. Do you draw smut?

2. Would you draw smut?

3. Would you take a smut commission?

4. Can it be Octobing × Shen Qingqiu?

Please ignore this ask if it makes you uncomfy in any way, shape or form.

Thank you for your time,

Br. Spicy Anon.

I— LMAO,, thank you for asking!

1. No I don’t draw smut.

2. I’d be willing to! (And trash my search history??? Hell yeah let’s go)

3. Technically I don’t take NSFW commissions, but I’m pretty flexible and I’ll allow it!

4. If you REALLY want it, yes it can be Octobing x Shen Qingqiu. I don’t really do dead dove art, but at this point I feel like I’m already stepping into that territory. 😂

#asks #svsss #no doodle since I’m on my home LMAO #on my way*#Bro I’m willing to abuse my art skills in any area 🤡#If someone bribes me or gives me a convincing proposal #then yeah I’ll draw for you lol #I don’t think I’m that hard to convince 😂😂

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elainsgirl · 6 months ago

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Azriel also barely knew Elain during the cauldron scene. They had just interacted once. Meanwhile when gwyn gets kidnapped, he had already felt a spark in his chest and they were friends. All of their scenes happen before the blood rite. Yet despite all of the “obvious mate language” he shows no mate behavior. We know that if Elain had been taken, Azriel would’ve reacted the same way Cassian did.

@elrielffs just made a rlly good post on this exact point,

Gwynriel’s point out how there’s mate language between gwynriel (there literally isn’t) however they can’t actually prove gwynriel are mates because Azriel has never once shown any mate instinct towards Gwyn. At what point is the potential bond going to snap for gwynriel? it didn’t snap between them when Gwyn was in danger twice like it did with Feysand & Nessian. So When is Sjm going to start showing us that Az and Gwyn are mates? Bcs here’s the thing:

You have Azriel’s eye fill with rage as he says he will get Elain back. He went to enemy territory- tho it would have been more useful of him to have stayed back and kept himself out of harms way so he could have been in top shape for the war - yet he still went to save Elain. Just like with the BR he could have died - yet did Azriel care? No. He went regardless. All of this was written so impactfully between elriel despite the fact we didn’t have Azriel’s pov - you could feel his determination. You felt his panic when elain was gone & then to get the chains off her.

Compare this to gwynriel w the same stakes: Azriel’s only reaction is his siphons flaring that too - BOTH Emerie & Gwyn were mentioned. Thats it. You tell me, which one is more mate like? Which one is more romantic?

If Sjm is trying to foreshadow gwynriel as mates 1) its a bit too late considering the mate imagery and scenes used already for elriel 2) shes doing a terrible job. The fact you pointed out how he felt the spark in his chest prior to Gwyns kidnapping- and if that was a mate bond coming to life, then his reaction to Gwyn being taken should have been so much more noticeable and strong. Even after, Sjm could have had Azriel rush to gwyns side, checking on her or mention how Az had gone to check up on her when she went back to the library & once again we get nothing.

If Elain had been the one kidnapped- I just know Rhys would have had too physically restrain Azriel from entering the BR. Even then, the men that took her would not be alive.

#anons on a roll 💅#Gwyn berdara #azriel acosf #azriel acotar #azriel shadowsinger #elain archeron #anti gwynriel #elriel

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CW: semi-graphic violence, light blood (nosebleed), cursing, child abuse

Red Robin followed on Batman’s heels into the Batcave. Everyone was fine, Robin was sporting a bruise on the ribs, Red Hood had dislocated his shoulder, and Red Robin had a nosebleed. So pretty much everyone was fine. Except for Batman. He was bleeding from some wound Tim couldn't see but it was dripping on the floor, damn that black suit. He’s pretty sure Bruce was stabbed. Nothing they hadn’t experienced before and nothing that couldn’t be stitched up. Unfortunately, Bruce was back on his self-harm bullshit again, refusing to get his wounds treated because “I can take them, Batman has to.”

Jason could relocate his own shoulder, and Tim is pretty sure he already did, Damian could ice his own bruise, but Tim wasn’t worried about them. He grabbed Bruce by the shoulder.

“Bruce, let me check you.”

Bruce shrugged him off. “I’m fine.”

“Father, I think you should listen to Drake. You’re bleeding everywhere.”

Bruce’s jaw clenched. “I’ll be fine.”

“Bruce,” Tim growled. “Listen to Damian, let me check you. You’ve been stabbed, at least let me make sure it’s not too deep.”

“It’s not.”

Tim rolled his eyes. If Bruce was gonna be difficult, so be it. He turned to Damian. “You okay? Nothing but a couple of bruised ribs, right?”

Damian nodded. “I can treat myself. I will ask Alfred to retrieve an ice pack from the freezer.”

“Good. Jason?”

The man shrugged. “Yeah, fine.”

“Alright, then you can leave.”

Jason scoffed. “Why should I leave? I can stay here whenever I want.”

“You know why.”

Damian looked between the two curiously but didn’t say anything. This is what Tim was afraid of. Jason was weird and pushy. Despite the fact that Tim asked him and reassured him over and over, he just couldn't leave well enough alone. It was annoying at best and anxiety-inducing at worst. People would become suspicious if he kept trying to follow Tim around whenever he even suggested being alone with Bruce. It didn't matter who was around, if Tim tried to leave with Bruce, Jason was there.

Jason crossed his arms and shifted his weight onto one leg. “I think I’ll stay the night.”

Tim rolled his eyes. “Bruce go sit down. I’m going to check you whether you like it or not.” Bruce’s shoulders hunched, but he reluctantly followed the order and walked to the medical area. “Damian, could you grab the second aid, please?”

The boy nodded and rushed off. Tim turned back to Jason. “What is your problem? Can you leave me alone?”

“Sure, but not with him.”

“Damian will be with me. Does that suffice, or does it need to be you?”

Jason gritted his teeth and stomped off, up the stairs. “Someday you’re gonna thank me for this.”

Damian followed with his eyes as he left, waiting for Tim in the medical area. He placed the second aid next to Bruce as the man peeled off the top of his suit. Tim walked over and thanked Damian.

“Drake?” Damian started.

“What’s up, Damian?” Tim started to look over Bruce, finding a deep wound below his shoulder. “Damnnit Bruce, this is why you tell me what’s wrong when it happens. What if this got infected because you chose to be stubborn?” Bruce grunted and turned his head from Tim.

“Why are you and Todd arguing?”

Tim’s movement stuttered as he pulled out the suture needle and thread. “We’re not arguing, Damian, it’s just -” Tim huffed. “There was a misunderstanding and he’s being annoying about it. We’re not arguing.”

“That’s good.” Damian looked relieved, which Tim was thankful for. Their relationship had been on the up and up for the last few months. Whatever animosity Damian came in with and whatever animosity Tim had grown from that had fizzled out and now they had a mainly positive relationship. They no longer hurl insults at each other for what that was worth.

“You wanna go get Alfred? There’s peas in the freezer.”

Damian nodded and wandered off, leaving Tim alone with Bruce finally . Tim sighed in relief and started to stitch on Bruce's arm.

“You and Jason are having disagreements again?”

“You don’t need to worry about it, Bruce, I’ll handle it.”

“What’s going on?”

“Don’t worry about it.” Tim worked quickly, finishing his work cleanly and with ease. “Don’t do this again. You have to tell me if you get hurt.”

“Sorry,” Bruce grumbled.

“You better be. You’re not hurt anywhere else, are you? Apart from a few bruises.” Bruce shook his head. “Then do you want to tell me what this is about?”

“What do you mean?”

“You allowed yourself to get stabbed. Batman doesn’t get stabbed, at least not by low-level goons. And don’t try to tell me it was a lucky shot.” Bruce shrunk a bit but didn’t answer. Tim huffed. “You don’t have to tell me but I’d rather you never do that again. I don’t care if it’s your shoulder or your heart, if you can avoid it, don’t get stabbed.”

“Sorry,” Bruce said again. He leaned his head on Tim’s shoulder. “And thanks.”

“Anytime, bud.” Tim wrapped an arm around him and rubbed his back. “Just try not to get injured. People’ll get worried.”

“Yo,” shouted a voice from the top of the stairs. Tim pulled away with a sigh and up at Jason. Jason scaled down the steps quickly. “I thought you said Damian would be down here.”

“He was. But he had to treat his ribs,” Tim answered.

Jason angrily stormed over and grabbed Tim by the wrist, pulling him just out of earshot from Bruce. “I wouldn’t’ve left you alone with him if I knew you were gonna send the brat upstairs,” he hissed.

“We’re fine.”

“Don’t give me that bullshit, what the hell were you two just doing?”

“I gave him a pat on the back. God forbid I offer him any comfort.”

“You can do that supervised, I don’t want you alone with him.”

Tim ripped his wrist from Jason’s grip. “I’m not a child, I don’t need supervision.”

“First off, you’re only fucking 17, secondly, I’ll stop treating you like a child when you stop acting like one.”

Tim huffed a snort. “How am I acting like a child?”

“You’re being stubborn.”

Tim waved a hand dismissively. “Whatever man. I’m done stitching him up anyway, I’m going upstairs.” He looked back at Bruce as he started up the steps. “Tell me if you need anything.”

Bruce tried to start a conversation at dinner that night. Since Jason had been around more often, Tim guessed he was feeling a little optimistic. Even if his son had been giving him nothing like death glares for a week, it was nice to have him around. So Bruce tried to talk to him; tonight was no different. But Jason wouldn’t speak to him; all he did was poke at his dinner and glare. Not even at Bruce this time; he glared at Tim. Tim wouldn’t look at him, honestly, he was surprised he wasn’t burning holes in his pasta with how hard he was staring. Damian wasn’t un-used to being quiet over dinner, but it was something he hadn’t done in a while. He silently looked between the three olders at the table and spun his fork.

Tim left first, quickly retreating to his room before Jason could blow up his head with his mind. He did at least finish his food this time, which Alfred seemed happy about. Tim’s bed was comfortable, soft, and warm. It was easy to relax into. He was about to fall asleep when his phone buzzed. Tim glared at the screen before turning it on and checking the notification—a text from Bruce.

‘I thought you and Jason weren’t arguing.’

Tim sighed. Bruce was always so formal with his texts, punctuation, and all. Tim understood that he should maintain a degree of professionalism when he was Batman, but this was Tim’s personal number.

‘we’re not. Jason’s just being pissy dw’

‘It doesn’t seem that way. What’s he so mad about?’

‘we had a misunderstanding a little bit ago. u know how he keeps grudges’

‘Hm.’

‘I do, but then why won’t he talk to me?’

‘I'm not a mind reader’

Tim wanted to write “he’s your son, go talk to him,” but Jason and Bruce talking was the last thing he wanted. It’s easier that they’re not talking.

‘r “argument” was about u kinda, i said smthn abt being Robin after him and he misinterpreted it. now he’s mad at us.’

‘dw about him B’

‘Alright. Have a good night.’

‘u 2, B’

Tim flipped over his phone and turned face down on his pillow. Maybe he could suffocate, he wouldn’t be needed dead.

…

Tim turned his head to the side. He couldn’t fall asleep now, so he turned on his phone again and started scrolling through it. He wanted to distract himself with anything: emails, texts, saved books, social media. It didn’t work. Jason was being such a pain in the ass, which sucked. There was a good chance Bruce’s mental state would tank with how angry Jason was at him, which would mean more work for Tim, but he wouldn’t even let Tim do his job. God, everyone would find out if it continued on like this. Everyone would know how disgusting Tim is think it was weird and he’d have to explain how it wasn’t.

Tim didn’t sleep that night. It was unfortunate considering the fact he had to go into the office that day. It wasn’t a lot of work but looking nice for everyone was a chore in and of itself. Tim didn’t work in his office that day, instead, he sat in one of the empty cubicles on the floor just below him. He didn’t want to talk to anyone, his social battery would be spent at the meeting later, but existing in the same space as others would be nice right now. He got a call from his assistant around noon.

“Mr. Drake, Bruce Wayne has come to see you in your office.” She spoke professionally but Tim knew her, he could almost hear the smile she was hiding.

“Thanks, Tanya, tell him I’ll be up there in a minute,” he sighed. He couldn’t, or at least didn’t want to, imagine what Bruce could want in the middle of the day.

“Yes, sir. Take your time.”

Tim pushed away from the desk where he was working. He stretched. The seats in the cubicles were uncomfortable. He should buy the office new chairs. He’d ask some of the office heads to send out a memo late that day. When he reached his office, Bruce was leaning on Tanya’s desk, clearly flirting. Tanya was visibly fighting back giggles as she tried to focus on her work. Tim cleared his throat, and both turned to face him.

“Hey, Bruce,” Tim said, nodding to his office. “Tanya, you’re free to go on break. Just, uh, be back before two.”

“Thanks, Tim,” Tanya nodded, picking up her things.

“Bye, hon,” Bruce waved as he followed Tim into his corner office.

As soon as the door closed behind them, Bruce’s face dropped. Tim slid into his chair and watched as Bruce sat opposite. He studied Bruce’s face and the man looked distraught. It was worrying, he wasn’t even trying to hide it.

“Tim, could you turn off the cameras please?”

Tim nodded. “Yeah, one sec.” He opened a panel on his desk and clicked a few buttons. “Why’d you come all the way here?”

“I’m under the notion that Jason is aware of… us, this… you know.” Bruce’s voice wavered, he wouldn’t meet Tim’s eyes. He looked like a little boy. It was upsetting.

This was Jason’s fault, for real this time. Bruce hadn’t looked at Tim like this in years. He’d been getting better, this was like a punch in the face to all of Tim’s hard work. Tim swallowed roughly. If this set Bruce back if he stopped caring for himself again… He wanted to punch Jason in the face. Then maybe hug Bruce.

“What gives you that idea?”

“Anytime we’re in the same room, he finds a reason to be there too. I wouldn’t mind, but he’s been so angry at both of us in two different ways. And he follows you around to make sure you’re never alone with me specifically.”

Tim sighed. This was the worst outcome, he couldn’t take this. Of course, the number one detective would discover something happening under his own roof. “Yeah… Yeah, Bruce, he knows. He found out a week ago when I put you to bed.” Bruce’s shoulders shook slightly, Tim grimaced. “Come here, bud,” he said, opening his arms.

Slowly, hesitantly, Bruce stood and walked around the desk. Tim stood to hug him. Bruce hugged back silently while Tim ran a hand up and down his back. Eventually, the shaking subsided and Bruce pulled away.

“Does he know you know?”

“No.” Bruce’s voice was small.

“Good. Jason won’t tell anyone. If that makes you feel better,” Tim said. His heart sunk, he hadn’t made Jason promise that. He said the wouldn’t act unless he saw something he didn’t like, but that wasn’t not telling. God, Tim should’ve made him promise. Everyone finding out independently would be one thing, but having to hear it from Jason? Bruce would never get a chance to defend himself.

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I don’t like worrying you, bud. You have a lot on your plate.”

Bruce nodded silently. “Okay.”

“And I don’t want you to worry about this. Jason will get over himself, give him time. For now, as long as you need, I'm here. You don't have to worry.” Tim hated the empty promise he spewed, but it was fine. He’d always be there for Vruce, that wasn’t a lie, but Jason wouldn’t let this go easily It’d take a lot of time and convincing if he could at all. Tim could worry about that. Bruce's worrying did nobody any favors.

Bruce, a coward in his arms, was like a little boy in a suit. Behind his money, behind Batman, behind everything, Bruce was a little boy in a suit. He needed Tim because Tim was the only one who could see that. No one else understood, they didn’t get it. It didn’t matter how Tim felt, Batman was more important. Bruce was more important. Tim wondered if Bruce would ever find it in himself to be alone. Truly alone. Bruce was never truly alone. There was always someone, always at least Alfred. He knew Bruce couldn't do it. Even if he could, Tim wouldn’t allow it. This situation was pushing Jason away, and it had the chance to push away the rest of his kids. But it was okay, Tim would make it okay. He’d done it before, he could do it again. He pulled Bruce into another hug.

“I'm here, chum.”

Bruce didn't pull away. His shoulders shook when he spoke. “Thank you, dad.”

Jason caught Tim before he could get to his room. Of course he did; the gods always spared their mercy from Tim. Jason was scowling, looking Tim up and down, like he was checking for God knows what. Tim almost walked through his door before Jason broke the silence.

“Bruce visited you at your office today.” A statement, Jason just wanted to hear it from Tim’s mouth.

Tim drags a hand down his face and leans against the wall. “Yes. He did.”

“Why?”

“You’re stressing him out, asshole, and he can’t even get the comfort he needs because you’re stalking me.”

“He doesn’t need shit. Do I have to follow you to work too?”

“Jason.” Tim huffed. “Could you just leave him alone? Leave me alone?”

Jason looked at him as if he said the sky was green. “No. Tim, you are so fucking stupid . Or at least the least self-aware asshole I know.”

Tim rolled his eyes. He was self-aware, he knew what he was doing. “I’m gonna take a nap before patrol. If you’ll excuse me.” He started to push open his door.

Jason put a hand in front of his chest, stopping him from moving. “Wait. What did two do today?”

Tim’s eye twitched. The safe option would be to tell Jason that, like usual, they hugged. Tim offered some affirming words and that was that. The more Jason felt like Bruce wasn’t a threat to Tim, the better. Unfortunately, Tim was mad. “None of your business.”

Jason tsked and put his arm down. “Whatever. I’ll find out.”

“You won’t. I turned the cameras off.” Before Jason could say anything, Tim slipped into his room and locked the door.

It didn’t stop Jason from banging on it and shouting his name, but he couldn’t open the door.

“Fine, I’ll pry it out of the bastard himself!”

Tim’s door was open again. And his hand was on Jason’s shoulder and his fist was meeting his nose. It audibly cracked and Jason fell to the ground. Tim was small and light for his age, hell, he was nearly the same weight as Damian and a good bit shorter than Jason and Dick. But Tim had been fighting people larger than him since he was 13, he knew how to distribute his weight to keep someone pinned down. He also knew he couldn’t keep anyone pinned for long.

Tim didn’t hate Jason, Tim could never really hate Jason. Jason was an okay enough person outside of the murder, a great Robin, a good brother to the others when he wanted to be. Jason was worried about him, that’s why he was doing this. But Jason didn’t understand; he would never understand, and he wouldn’t make an effort to. It was unfair. This was his fault but he wouldn’t understand. If it weren’t for Jason, Bruce wouldn’t need this, Bruce wouldn’t be like this. Tim wouldn’t have to be like this. He could’ve been 13, he wouldn’t be cradling a drunk man’s head in his arms while refusing to cry. He wouldn’t have had to bathe Bruce and make sure he ate. Tim was Bruce’s dad and Jason refused to understand. It was his fault but he had the gall to get mad, he had the audacity to blame Bruce.

There were only a few good punches before Jason flipped him over. He pinned Tim down, legs trapping his arms and Jason’s forearm across Tim’s neck, letting him breathe but making it hard.

“Listen here, you piece of shit,” Jason hisses. His nose was crooked, Tim broke it. He didn’t mean to do that. “You’re going to stop struggling and cooperate. Okay? I let this shit play out for way too fucking long. We’re gonna make sure you never have to see Bruce again.”

Tim gasped for air and patted Jason’s arm to let him get up. Jason removed his forearm from Tim’s throat and pulled him up by the collar.

“You really don’t know what’s good for you. You don’t understand that I’m trying to help you!”

Jason was sitting on Tim’s knees, he couldn’t properly kick the guy off. “Leave. It. Alone,” he said through pants.

“I know I can’t feasibly follow you 24/7, but trust me you will never be alone with that piece of shit again. I’ll have someone on you all day, every day, until you realize how fucked up this is.” He dropped Tim. “I’m protecting you.”

“There’s nothing to protect. We’re fine.” Tim groaned and turned his head to the side. He wanted to throw up.

Jason laughed as he swiped blood from his nose. “You’re fucking brainwashed.”

Damian chose that second to turn around the corner. Tim sees his eyes widen as he assesses the situation. He didn’t have long because Jason stood off of Tim and waved him over.

“Yo, demon baby,” he beckoned. “I need you to do me a favor.”

Tim scrambled to his feet. “Don’t you fucking dare.”

“I need you to watch Tim for me while I’m out. Got some shit to do.” Jason ignored him.

Damian looked confused, but he hid it well. His expressions were so similar to Bruce’s that Tim could read him like a book. “Why?”

Tim’s heart skipped a beat. “Don’t worry about it.”

“Bruce is abusing him,” Jason said at the same time. The two shorter boys stared at him wide-eyed. Tim hadn’t expected him to be so blunt, but what else could he expect from someone like Jason? “Need you to make sure they’re not alone together.”

Damian hesitated before his glare settled on Jason. “Don’t talk about my father that way.”

Jason groaned and put his weight on one leg. “Listen, man, I have to go deal with my nose, I don’t care if you don’t believe me right now. Just make sure those two aren’t alone together, yeah?” Jason pushed past him and left down the hall.

Tim glared at him as he left and rubbed his neck. “Ignore him, Damian. This is what I was talking about, there was a misunderstanding. Me and Bruce are fine.”

Damian was silent for a moment as he shifted from one foot to another. “Why did you break Todd’s nose?”

“I’m angry at him. I have been for a while, and I guess I was just… fed up, or whatever. Either way, he deserved to be hit, listen to what he was saying about Bruce.”

Damian nodded. “But… why did he say that?”

Tim sucked in a breath. He didn’t want to explain this to Damian, or anyone for that matter. “Misunderstanding, like I said. I’m gonna take a nap before patrol. Wake me up when it’s time to go.”

Tim finally got to his room and got to his bed. He wasn’t like Bruce, he couldn’t trust himself to stay awake more than 36 hours, especially with almost daily patrols. But Damian knew. Damian knew. Tim gripped his pillow until he could feel his nails through the fabric. Damian usually kept things to himself if it was inconsequential but what about this? Was Damian going to tell someone? Tell Dick? Tim wouldn’t be able to look Dick in the eyes. Damian would ask questions, Tim could only hope he asked him first.

Damian shook him awake four hours later, which left Tim well-rested enough. He didn’t even notice he fell asleep. Tim rolled over and got ready to follow him to the cave before Damian stopped him.

“You can’t go on patrol tonight.”

Tim blinked in confusion. “Maybe I’m not fully awake yet, what?”

Damian stood strong. “You can’t go on patrol tonight, you’re unstable. If I could ask Father to bench Todd as well, I would.”

“I’m not unstable, Damian, I told you. Jason’s been stressing me out, I was bound to fight him eventually.”

Damian frowned deeper and looked away. “I… I don’t want you to go on patrol tonight. I told Father to bench you because… I don’t think Todd was correct, Father is a good person, but until I’m aware of the full situation I’ll have to take what he’s said into consideration.”

Tim’s jaw clenched. “Damian, that’s not your call to make.” He didn’t want to explain this again, to anyone, ever again. No one understood, no one would just leave them alone.

“We have time before patrol. I could still ask Father to put you on today if you explain the misunderstanding to me. If I’m more informed, I could prove Todd wrong, and we could get him to stop spreading misinformation.”

Tim’s eye twitched. Damian wouldn’t understand. A part of Tim wanted to say he was too young to understand but he’s only a year younger than Tim when he started. It’s a bit of a sobering thought, but Tim waves it away. He stares Damian down. This isn’t his fault, he wasn’t around.

“You wouldn’t understand.” It sounded childish now with how many times he’d said it, but it was true.

“Don’t insult my intelligence, Drake.”

“I’m not,” Tim bit out. “You’re smart, you’re a certifiable genius, Dami. All you need to know is that Bruce needs me. You know how sometimes I have to tell Bruce to do things and he listens to me?” Damian nodded. “Right, it’s because a few years ago when Jason died, I had to take care of him. Like Alfred does. And sometimes he still needs that extra care, so I’m there for him. Bruce doesn’t want to seem vulnerable around you guys, so usually he prefers we’re alone, Jason blew it way out of proportion with this “abuse” thing.”

Damian lightened. “I see. It’s unsurprising, Todd has always been one for theatrics, but accusing Father of such a thing seems overkill.”

“Yeah, it is.” Tim deflates. That’s one less person he has to defend himself to.

“I will tell him to let you back on patrol and that I was mistaken.”

“Thanks, baby bat.”

Damian waved him off and started back to the cave with Tim in tow. Tim was happy, Damian on his side made this situation easier. He’d rather no one else knew, but if it did spread, he’d find a way to do some crowd control. He could work it like he did with Damian, only telling bits of the truth. That’d probably work with Dick, maybe not the others. When they reached the cave Bruce was pulling on his boots.

“Father, I’d like to retract my statement. Red Robin is fine, it was a miscommunication.”

Bruce frowned. “Hn.” He stood from the bench and raised a brow at Tim, or Tim thinks he did, a little hard to tell with the cowl. “Another miscommunication?”

“Yes,” Damian answered. “Drake explained the situation to me. Todd has, as usual, blown things out of proportion.”

Bruce opened his mouth as if to say something before closing it again. He stared at Tim through the cowl. It's okay. I’ll tell you later, Tim quickly mouthed. Bruce eased and looked back at Damian. “Yes, well… I'd rather you didn't tell anyone about this. Rumors like that are slippery.”

Damian wasn’t stupid. He was a genius, trained to be aware of everyone's reactions and movements. While he couldn’t read people nearly as well as Cassandra, he prided himself on his ability to tell when they were lying. Of course, Timothy wasn't a normal person. Damian couldn't read him like everyone else. Even when he was close to fainting from exhaustion, he kept his feelings behind a wall.

His father was, unfortunately, the opposite. While he was more stoic and less obvious than most, he was a very reactive person in the comfort of his home. Alone with his children, he was different. And he’d always treated Timothy differently than everyone else. It was obvious if you were looking for it, which Damian had been when he first came. He needed to know everything about Timothy in order to take his rightful place as Robin.

Timothy and Father were odd. They were always close but there was a strain in the way they acted around each other. They looked uncomfortable when they had to interact and father and son, or anything less than professional. But then there were moments like a few months ago when Timothy had scolded and benched Batman . No one apart from Alfred, and very rarely Richard, could do that. Father almost always listened to Timothy. It used to bother Damian, but now he just accepted it as one of the many odd things about his family.

That’s why Todd’s accusation made no sense. Abuse implied some sort of power dynamic skewed in Father’s favor, but that wasn’t right. Of course, Father could overpower Timothy easily, but he always seemed… timid? It wasn’t exactly the right word, perhaps just faint-hearted. He was so faint around Timothy. Not soft, never soft, but definitely faint. If anything, their dynamic was skewed in Timothy’s favor. It also implied something violent. Damian knew it wasn’t always physical, but abuse was violent and hateful. Father never even disciplined Timothy. Damian could understand the accusation if Timothy was constantly in trouble or disobedient, but he never was. Father had never touched any of them outside of training; even then, he was gentle. There was nothing abusive about him.

Damian could understand his father not wanting to be seen in a vulnerable state by his children. It made sense he’d want to stay strong for them. But why not Timothy? Damian assumed it was because he’d been at his lowest around Timothy, there was nothing else for him to hide. No one that was there liked to talk about the “dark days” after Todd’s passing, but it was common knowledge Father had been a wreck. Timothy and Alfred were the only two in the manor at the time, according to Richard, everyone else avoided it like the plague. It’d make sense he’d ask for comfort from someone like that. Of course, as stated, Damian wasn’t dumb. He knew Timothy was leaving out some things, but that didn’t mean Todd was right. There was no abuse going on. Timothy was fine, Father was fine. Damian turned his anger toward Todd. He then turned his anger for Todd to his patrol.

It was needed, Scarecrow had broken out of Arkham, somehow undetected. He’d shown up on Batman’s route. Robin and Red Robin were approaching quickly when Batman updated them over comms.

“Robin, Red Robin, do not approach without gas masks. Fear toxin has been deployed in the area.”

Red Robin cursed under his breath. “B, are you okay?”

“I’ve been… compromised. Scarecrow has been restrained, but there are goons leaving the scene. Find them.”

“Do we know which strain the toxin is?” Batman didn’t answer. “Batman?”

Robin met RR a few blocks from where they last heard Batman. They’d both already fixed their masks to their faces.

“Okay, Robin,” RR started. “Ignore the goons, we need to subdue Batman before he hurts himself.”

“Batman said to find the underlings.”

“Ignore what he said. He’s a danger to himself and others right now, he needs to be subdued. Gas mask secure?”

Robin nodded. He’d seen his father affected by fear toxin one other time. Nightwing had to physically restrain him the entire way back to the cave and it took half an hour to get him the antidote. Robin didn’t think he and RR could do this alone, they’d need backup. When they reached the alley where Batman was, he was already gone. Scarecrow was still there, tied to a drainpipe. The duo dropped down. Robin drew his sword and pressed it to the rouge’s neck. A part of him wanted just to cut off the man’s head and be done with it. It’d help with his anger, definitely, but Father would be mad at him. He’d been doing great, not killing anyone in almost a year now. So for now he pressed his sword just enough not to break skin.

“Where did Batman go,” Red Robin asked.

Scarecrow leaned to the side, gently putting more pressure on the sword and drawing blood. “Ran off. I don’t know.”

Robin scoffed and rolled his eyes. “What direction?”

Scarecrow didn’t answer and RR huffed. “Okay, I’m gonna call for backup. Black Bat and Spoiler, Robin?”

Robin nodded. Nightwing was out of the city, and neither felt like talking to Red Hood. “Call Signal as well, at least if those two should fail.”

Red Robin nodded back. “Have faith, but yeah. Pat him down. I’ll call the police so we can focus on finding B. I’ll check the strain.”

Robin turned his attention back to Scarecrow. “Why are you out of Arkham so early?”

Halloween was still a few weeks away, which seemed to be Scarecrow’s favorite holiday. There were a few other rouges who had their fun on Halloween, but Scarecrow was usually the loudest.

“Getting my ducks in a row before the big day. You know Halloween is a-”

“A day where everyone willfully embraces their fear,” Robin cut him off. Scarecrow grumbled through his mask. “Yes, we’re all aware of your motivations, Crane. I assume you’ll try to be out again soon.”

Everyone knew he would be. Arkham couldn’t keep anyone in if they didn’t want to be, despite their “best efforts.” Damian could think of a thousand ways to improve security, but unfortunately, it was outside his jurisdiction.

“I have yet to help you overcome your fears. You’re the fifth Robin now, yes? You’ve always seemed much braver than the others.”

Red Robin was beside them again. “I will break your fingers, slowly and individually, if you try. The police are on their way, Arkham’s warming your cell.” He put a hand on Robin’s back. “Don’t cut off his head, kid. Batman’ll get pissy.”

Restraining Batman once they had found him was… difficult. He thrashed and screamed, he’d thrown them all against walls. It had taken until they’d cornered him in a dilapidated building and thrown, with caution not to seriously injure him, of course, a large piece of rubble at him. They then threw a few more pieces of debris as the adrenaline kept him awake.

“Why didn’t you guys call Red Hood,” Signal sighed. “Like I’m glad to help, but I try not to be up too late. Morning patrol and all.”

“Red Hood and I aren’t on the best terms right now. I don’t feel like talking to him and we could deal with this without him.” Red Robin slung one of Batman’s arms over his shoulder. “Help me out.”

Signal took Batman’s other arm. “I mean you could at least call him to help us carry B out of here. The guy’s fucking massive.”

“You and Red Hood aren’t talking?” Spoiler said, a smile evident in her voice.

“We don’t have time to fuel your gossip obsession, Spoiler,” Damian frowned. That was one thing he didn’t like about her: She seemed to care little for others' boundaries when she learned something “gossipworthy.”

“Calm down, demon baby. I can’t even ask questions after you called us out here on our off night.”

“Robin’s right, we don’t have time. We need to get back to the cave and we need to get B the antidote. Can someone contact Agent A?” Red Robin started to drag Batman. It looked uncomfortable, the two much shorter men dragging the taller one. Batman’s feet dragged behind them.

Spoiler put her hands up in surrender. “Jesus, my bad. When the hell did you two get so close? But yeah, I’ll get Agent A.”

Red Robin huffed and continued to drag Batman away. The night was effectively over. Scarecrow had been taken into custody, Batman had been retrieved, the strain had been identified, and the public had been made aware. Once Batman was safe at home, they’d be done. Cassandra tapped Damian on the shoulder.

‘What did J do?’ She signed.

Damian scoffed. “I’m not telling you, you’ll just tell your girlfriend.”

Cassandra slapped him upside the head. ‘Have some faith in me.’

Damian gritted his teeth. “I’m going to tell Father you slapped me unprovoked when he wakes.”

‘Baby.’

“I am not a baby.”

“You totally are,” Stephine said over her shoulder, before returning to Alfred on comms. “Yeah, 46-B. He’s already out cold, so he won’t put up a fight.”

“I am not a baby! If anything I’m more mature than all of you combined.” He ignored the snickers from Duke and Timothy. He was sure of himself, that’s what mattered. Being underestimated gave him an advantage, he reminded himself. He ignored the burning in his cheeks and the urge to punch these people in the throat. “I’ll kill all of you,” he hissed under his breath.

Once they returned to the batmobile they said their goodbyes to the others and Timothy drove them home. Father was asleep in the back and Damian almost worried they’d put him in a coma. When they returned to the cave Father was placed upon the medical table, they removed his armor, and Timothy got to work. Damian changed out of his Robin uniform as he did, a little more tired than he’d like to admit. Cornering and capturing Father proved much more energy-consuming than he thought. It made sense, he shouldn’t be surprised, but he was a tad disappointed in himself. Timothy said it was a miracle no one broke anything and he was inclined to agree. Despite being further away for most of the fight, Damian had been thrown into a wall twice.

“Dami, go to sleep. It’s late,” Timothy started as he walked over to the computer.

“I’m not tired.”

“You will be tomorrow if you don’t go to bed soon. You have school, don’t you?”

“And you have a business to run, don’t you?”

“I don’t have to go into the office. Besides, I have to write a report and check on Bruce again when he wakes up.”

That made Damian’s movements stutter a bit, but he’s sure Timothy didn’t notice. “Would this be one of those times Father seeks comfort from you?”

“Oh, um, yeah. It probably will be.” He spun around in his chair. “Which is all the more reason to go, shoo.”

“Don’t shoo me, Drake,” Damian scoffed.

He started climbing the stairs anyway. He didn’t plan on actually leaving the cave; he was doing his own investigation. Timothy most likely wasn’t lying, but he was omitting information. Damian needed to know what he was missing. Defending his father was important, and he needed the whole truth to do so. He opened the door behind the grandfather clock and closed it. There was a small pocket at the top of the stairs where the door was, just small enough for him to hide behind. He sat there and listened to Timothy type away at his report of the night.

Damian mentally counted a full twenty minutes before he heard his Father stir. Timothy’s typing stopped immediately, and Damian finally peeked around the corner. Timothy sat still, looking at Father expectantly. Father blinked and propped himself up on his elbows before looking around. Once his eyes locked with Timothy’s, his shoulders started to shake. It made sense in Damian’s mind: no matter what, fear toxin did its job. It left normal people shaken for years. He could grant his father a few more hours.

“Dad-”

Oh.

What?

At first, Damian assumed he heard wrong or at least heard the wrong person, but he didn’t have time to process before Timothy was out of his chair and had his arms around Father. His Father, The Batman, clung to Timothy, buried his face in his shoulder, and repeated the word over and over again in a voice so broken Damian would think he was a child.

“Dad,” he whimpered. Whimpered of all things.

“It’s okay,” Timothy cooed into the man’s hair. “It’s alright, chum. Whatever you saw, it wasn't real, okay? I’m here now, it’s alright.” Timothy pulled away and held Father's face in his hands, the way Damian's mother would. “You’re okay, buddy, I'm right here.”

Father leaned his head against Timothy’s chest. “Did I hurt anyone?” He sounded so pathetic. Damian's stomach turned over.

Timothy clicked his tongue and ran a hand through the hair of the man's the was supposed to be their father. Not just Damian's. “Don't worry about that, chum. We're all okay, nothing but some bruises. Are you okay? How much does your head hurt, we threw some pretty big stuff at you?”

Father sniffled. “I'm okay… I'm sorry.”

Damian was uncomfortable. This was… more than he expected. Of course Timothy omitted more than he said, but this made Damian’s stomach churn. He quickly stood and silently slipped through the door to the library. Todd was still wrong, this didn't change that. This was weird, it felt wrong, but it wasn't abuse. It still made him feel… disgusted. He hated it. He hated seeing his father like that and he hated how quickly and naturally Timothy accepted that Father called him “dad”. And this has been going on for years. How had no one said anything yet? How had no one noticed? How had Todd noticed first?

The fic that inspired this

#fic #batman fanfiction #tim drake fic #tim drake whump #bad parent bruce wayne #bad parent bruce is good for the soul #batfam #parentified tim drake #angst #tim drake #bruce wayne #jason todd #damian wayne #duke thomas #stephanie brown #fanfic

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homestuck-fanauthor-coalition · 7 months ago

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BITCHES ITS SPOOKY SEASON!

Hey guys! This past month our Coalition has been writing our latest Competition: Monsterstuck! Yall should join us in reading and voting from now until October 1st! You can choose between Scariest Monster, Angstiest Injury or Death Scene, Best in Executing a Twist, and more!

There were 12 entries in total, featuring a wide variety of monsters (both scary, and not!) List below the cut for yall to check out.

(Artwork by our awesome admin @arealpeople)

(1) Bad Dog

Becquerel will keep Jade Harley safe at any cost.

(2) A Fish Out of Water

Sollux is unlucky with love, this is until he meets Feferi at a party.

(3) Do Robots Dream of Eternal Sleep?

You are designation BR-0, a V1 model.

(4) Lady Woegoth and the Emerald Flame

Four months and thirteen days after defeating the notorious White Wizard, Rose Lalonde goes after one of his followers in a desperate bid to save the world.

(5) Cottage in the Woods

Dave wakes up in a cottage in the woods with little memory of how he got there. Luckily, there's a kind young woman there to take care of him.

(6) Vantaswocky

They took their vorpal swords in hand; Long time the manxome foe they sought— So rested they by the Tumtum tree And stood awhile in thought. And, as in uffish thought they stood, The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame, Came whiffling through the tulgey wood, And burbled as he came!

(7) To Touch the Stars

Kanaya asks squid mermaid Rose out on a date with a bouquet of flowers and gets to see the stars up close.

(8) Crestfallen Kings and Queens

You stare in awe and terror at the deepsea monstrosity behind the glass cage taking up nearly half of the entire facility.

(9) With The Tides

It's been a year since she disappeared. You don't want to go.

(10) Our C A M P F I R E S O N G song! (there is no song)

Staring into the scarlet flames, tales are told to raise some manes.

(11) Not Your Mama's Ship Fic

Adventurer Extrordinare Jake English is visiting Inverness, Scotland for a week.

(12) Her Deep Disquiet

In 1894, Miss Jade Harley, a private detective employed by the Crocker-English Company, went to a small New England town to follow the trail of a missing woman. This series of letters is all that remains.

Special shout out to our authors! @eridan-amporaa ; @dave2olkat ; @orangestorapples ; @ambrosianlullaby ; @jonayariley ; @bralsradoesfanfiction ; @june-egbert-official ; @manifestmerlin ; @bigtopcheezborger ; @neapolitangirl ; @tehstripe ; @aspendrake1185

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morgana-larkin · 11 months ago

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Alrighty, Mine Part 6! This is honestly over 4K words of fluff but I bet no one is complaining. Also 2 smut parts cause I got my period when I was halfway through writing this lol

On another note: don’t know if anyone noticed but since you guys like seeing my lists of fics that I’m going to write, I decided to add the list to my masterlist. If you scroll down to the bottom of the list you’ll see it. I’ll keep it as updated as possible! And requests are open for any character on my masterlist!

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 7

Mine - Part 6

Warnings: LOTS of fluff, smut x2

Words: 4.3k

You and Melissa wake up on the first day of summer break. You’re spooning each other and she begins kissing your shoulder.

“Morning Amore. Our little troublemakers are still asleep. Maybe we can have some adult time.” She tells you and you giggle as you crane your neck to kiss her lips. All you’re wearing is a long t-shirt of hers and she loves when you wear her clothes, a sign that shows her that you’re hers.

She reaches underneath the shirt and cups one of your boobs. She brushes the nipple with her thumb and you gasp into the kiss. As soon as you gasp she slips her tongue in and eagerly explores your mouth. She then brings her hand down your body, quickly finds your clit and begins rubbing it. You pull away and you try to stay quiet but a couple of moans slip out. She reaches under you and puts her hand over your mouth, and slips a finger in your mouth for you to suck on. It works to conceal your moans, just in time for her to slip a finger in your entrance. You suck on her finger harder and then she starts pumping in and out of you and you screw your eyes shut.

“Mmm, I love you Amore.” She says in your ear and then kisses and sucks your neck.

“I love you too Mel.” You come not even a minute later and she pulls out of you.

She gets you on your back and then she straddles your thigh and starts grinding. She bends down to kiss you while still grinding herself on her leg and she moans. You place your hands on her hips to help her as well as tense up your thigh muscles. She comes with a gasp and then stays sitting on your leg and catches her breath. Just then Amelia opens the door and walks in without warning. Melissa immediately gets off of you and covers both of you with the blanket.

“Amelia what did we talk about with the door?” Melissa says to her and Amelia looks confused and then guilty.

“To knock and let the pewson answe, sowwy.” She says and with that cute little voice and sad eyes, both of you can’t stay angry at her.

“It’s ok my little Tesoro, what’s up?” Melissa asks Amelia while getting up to hold her.

“I’m hungwy.” She tells Melissa.

“You’re hungry? Oh well we can’t have that now can we?” Melissa tells Amelia.

“No we can’t.” Amelia agrees proudly.

“So what do we want to eat for breakfast today?” Melissa asks as she leaves with Amelia to go to the kitchen downstairs.

Just as she leaves the twins start crying. You get up, put some shorts on and go check on the twins.

After feeding them, you bring them both downstairs and see Amelia happily eating apple slices while sitting on Melissa’s lap on the couch. Melissa looks up from the tv and sees you carrying the twins.

“There’s the piccole stelle.” Melissa says softly as you put them in their play pen to crawl around. You join them on the couch and Melissa hands a plate over to you with scrambled eggs and apple slices.

“Oh I get apple slices too? I’m flattered.” You tell her and she giggles.

“Thought you’d appreciate it.” Is all she says.

“Mamma?” Amelia asks Melissa.

“Yes Tesoro?”

“What does Tesowo mean?” Amelia asks her, this child is full of curiosity, surprising nobody as she’s the child of two teachers.

“Tesoro is Italian and it has two meanings. Direct translation is treasure but it can also mean darling.” Melissa explains.

“What about the one you gave my sibwings?”

“Piccole Stelle?” She asks and Amelia nods. “Well that means little stars. All 4 of you are bright stars in my life though.” Melissa tells Amelia with a big smile and eyes full of fondness.

“Will they get theiw own when they get oldew?” Amelia asks.

“Ya they will.” Melissa answers and then Amelia’s attention goes back to the tv.

Later in the day, you’re colouring with Amelia on the floor and Melissa is peacefully walking around the room while feeding Nico with a bottle. Then all of a sudden, Amelia gets up and runs to Melissa with a piece of paper.

“Mamma! Mamma!” Amelia says and then reaches her, as Melissa turns around to face her with a smile. “I made this foe you!” She exclaims and shows her the drawing she drew with you.

“Oh it’s beautiful! Thank you so much Tesoro!” Melissa tells her as she takes the drawing from Amelia. “As soon as I finish feeding Nico then it’s going right up on the fridge.” Melissa says and Amelia is smiling proudly.

The next day you arrived at the park. You’re pushing the twins in the double seated stroller and Melissa is walking hand in hand with Amelia.

Amelia runs off to play with the other kids after telling her to be careful and you and Melissa go join some other parents at a picnic table nearby. You’re on your way back home in the car when Amelia asks a question.

“How come I don’t have a daddy?” She asks, you look back at her and Melissa looks at her with the rearview mirror.

“What?” You ask her, thinking you heard her wrong.

“The othews talked about having a daddy and I don’t have one. Why don’t I have a daddy? Is something wong with me?” She says and Melissa pulls over at that so you can both look at her.

“Nothing is wrong with you Amelia.” Melissa starts.

“Families are always different than other families. You don’t have a daddy but you got a mommy and a mamma. Other kids might have two daddies.” You explain.

“Ya, and other kids might only have a daddy or might only have a mommy. Or in other cases, different family members taking care of them.” Melissa continues the explanation.

“Well, I’m happy I have two mommies.” She tells you both and you both smile at her.

Melissa continues the drive home while Amelia tells you what else the other kids talked about.

That night Melissa makes a move on you and you giggle at her. “Again? Was this morning not enough?” You asked her.

“It was, but can I not want my wife multiple times a day?” She says and wiggles her eyebrows.

“You can, just surprised.” You tell her and she kisses your neck.

“The twins sleep halfway through the night now which means we got a solid 5 hours until they wake us up.” Melissa tells you as she trails down your body on the bed.

“Hmm, how romantic.” You tease her and she smiles at you before she makes you come three times.

The following week you take Amelia swimming again as Barb and Gerald wanted to spend the afternoon with the twins.

“Are we still going to your family this weekend for July the Fourth?” You ask Melissa on the way to the pool.

“Yep, all my siblings will be there, everyone is excited to meet the twins.” She says and you smile.

You, Melissa and Amelia have a lot of fun at the pool. Amelia splashes both of you, you spin her around in the water and she learns how to doggy paddle.

On July the fourth, the 5 of you go to one of Melissa’s siblings' houses to celebrate Independence Day. Everyone there takes turns holding the twins and talking to Amelia. Amelia plays with some of her cousins while you and Melissa talk to Melissa’s siblings.

When you get home, you put Amelia to bed while Melissa feeds the twins before putting them to bed. She meets you in bed when she’s done and then the two of you snuggle and fall asleep immediately.

You wake up suddenly from a nightmare and Melissa is looking at you with a worried face. “Amore, are you alright? You were starting to scream.” She asks you.

“Uh ya ya, just a nightmare. I’m sorry I woke you up.” You tell her.

“It’s alright Amore, I just want to make sure you’re alright.” She says full of love and you smile at her. You lean into her and she wraps both arms around you in a side hug and kisses your forehead. She notices your worry of falling asleep again so she starts humming softly and you fall asleep in her arms and she falls asleep after you.

The next day you hug her from behind while she’s cooking breakfast for the 3 of you. She smiles softly at you and leans into your touch.

“Well this is a nice surprise, morning Amore.” She says.

“Morning beautiful.” You tell her and she blushes. “9 years we’ve been together and 5 years married and I still have the ability to make you blush.” You tell her proudly.

“You know you’ll always have the ability to do that.” She says and scoops the omelette onto the plate next to the orange slices. She then turns around to face you and wraps you in a hug. “Happy Anniversary Amore!” She says

“Happy Anniversary.” You tell her and she gives you a passionate kiss.

“Ew!” You both hear and then look to see Amelia standing there with a weirded out look.

You smile at each other and then bring breakfast out for the 3 of you while the twins are in their playpen.

“Tesoro, you’ll be spending the day with Grandma and grandpa today, and the twins as well.” Melissa tells her.

“Not with you?” Amelia questions.

“No, me and mommy are going to be spending the day with each other. We got married 5 years ago today, so we’re celebrating that.” Melissa explains and Amelia just nods and digs into her eggs.

You’re giggling as Melissa is kissing your neck and pinning you to the wall. You just got home from dropping your kids off at your parents house and Melissa is immediately on you.

“9 years I’ve been worshipping this body and I love seeing it everytime, you’re so beautiful.” She tells you as she puts her hands under your shirt. “I feel like I can never get enough of you.” She says with almost a growl to her voice. She then picks you up bridal style and carries you to the bedroom.

“Ah” You scream out as it took you by surprise and then giggle at her eagerness. “Major Deja vu.” You say as she places you on the bed and she winks at you.

She then takes your shirt and bra off, climbs on top of you and attaches her mouth to a nipple and you buck your hips and moan.

“I love it when you moan, my favourite music.” She says as she goes to the other nipple and gets the same reaction from you. You reach for her shirt and immediately take her shirt and bra off and she smiles at your eagerness. “So eager for my chest I see.” She teases and you nod.

“You know how much I love it or how much I love them.” You say as you place your hands on her boobs and she kisses you.

She places her body right on yours as she kisses your neck. You wrap your arms around her neck and legs around her waist. She makes sure to leave a few hickeys on your neck, she knows you love hickeys and she loves claiming you as hers, win-win.

She can’t wait any longer and takes your pants and underwear off at the same time and stares at you bare underneath her. “Hm Mia Principessa.” She tells you. “What do you want today? Tongue, fingers or strap?” She asks as she runs her fingers through your folds and you buck your hips. “Or all 3?” She adds and you think about it for a second.

“All 3.” You say and she smiles. She places herself in between your legs on her stomach and wraps her arms around your thighs. She dives to your pussy and runs her tongue along your folds before sticking her tongue in your entrance. You moan out as she runs her tongue all over and gasp when she slips into your entrance. She pumps her tongue in and out of you a few times before she moves her tongue to your clit. You grab her hair, moan out and buck your hips when she does. She pins you down with her left hand and with her right hand she sticks her middle and index finger in your entrance. “Omg Mel! That feels so good!” You gasp out as she pumps in and out of you.

“And you feel so good around my fingers, it’s just sucking them in, always wanting me.” She hums out when she pulls away from your clit to speak. She goes back to sucking and licking your clit and you get closer and closer to an orgasm.

“Mel, I’m so close!” You cry out and she speeds up her tongue and fingers, giving you permission to come. You come immediately and she slows down her movements and then pulls out of you and pulls her mouth away as well. While you come down from your high, she goes to the closet to retrieve the strap and puts it on. She walks back over to you and tells you to get on your hands and knees. You obey and get on all fours and then she gets on the bed behind you.

She runs her hands up along your back and over your ass, she loves the feel of your body and the fact that she gets to call you hers. She goes to your clit and rubs it a bit to make sure you get wet enough and then goes to feel your entrance. “Sei Mia Amore.” She tells you and you whine. You love it when she talks to you in Italian and love it when she calls you nicknames and tells you you’re hers.

She lines the strap up with your entrance and pushes it in. You moan out as you feel it fill you and she slides it all the way in. She gives you a second to adjust then begins pumping it in and out of you. She then puts a hand on your chest and brings you up so that your back is against her chest and you’re only on your knees. She places her hands on you, one on your breast and the other on your stomach. She continues pumping in and out of you and then places a hand on your clit and begins rubbing it. You are moaning and gasping against her and you start bucking your hips as you’re close. You reach behind you and place a hand in her hair.

“I know you’re close baby but I need you to hold it for a bit.” She tells you and you whine.

“Mel please, I need to come.” You tell her as she sucks on your neck and you moan. Your legs were getting shaky and the over sensitivity from holding it was getting to you.

Melissa was getting close to coming as well and wanted to come together. “Ok baby, come, come with me.” She says and you immediately let go and come for the second time today, Melissa immediately comes after you and she stops her movements. She pulls out of you and takes the strap off as you lay down on the bed. She lays down next to you after cleaning you both up and wraps an arm around your waist. She tucks the loose strands of hair that’s in your face behind your ear and gives you a kiss on your forehead. “Happy Anniversary Amore Mia.” She says softly and you smile at her.

“Happy Anniversary honey.” You tell her and she gives you a kiss.

The two of you continue to celebrate your anniversary together by going out to a restaurant on a date. You have a wonderful time together, just the two of you before you pick the kids up from Barb after supper time.

“Were they ok?” Melissa asked Barb as you grabbed the bags of stuff for the kids.

“Oh they were angels.” Barb says. “I absolutely adore your kids.” She adds and then pulls Melissa to her and whispers so you wouldn’t hear as you’re saying hi to Amelia. “I’m proud of you Melissa. You’ve come a long way from when I first met you, and you’ve built a lovely family.” She tells her best friend and Melissa blushes and smiles.

“Thank you. I’m very happy with my life. I have the most amazing wife and kids I could ever ask for.” She tells Barb and Barb smiles at her. You finish saying your goodbyes to Barb and Gerald and then you take the kids and strap them in the car. Melissa gets Amelia strapped in while you do the twins.

“Mamma guess what?” Amelia asks Melissa.

“What’s up my little Tesoro?” Melissa asks as she finishes with the straps.

“Auntie Barb taught me the alphabet.” Amelia says proudly and Melissa gasps.

“No way!” Melissa replies to her and then Amelia proceeds to sing the alphabet song.

“Now I know my ABC’s, next time won’t you sing wit me.” Amelia finishes and she missed about 5 letters but Melissa kept that to herself.

“Wow Tesoro! You did amazing!” Melissa congratulates her and Amelia smiles at her proudly.

The next day Amelia is playing with the twins as she barely knows them and she’s confused as to why they don’t know certain things. You’re sitting next to them on the floor, playing with sound books with the twins and Amelia.

“Mommy, how come they can’t talk or walk?” Amelia asks you.

“Because they haven’t learned to yet. When you were their age you couldn’t walk or talk either.” You explain to her. Melissa comes up behind you and joins you all. She hands Amelia a plate of her favourite fruits and vegetables for a snack as it’s lunch time and she wraps her arms around you and rests her head on your shoulder.

“Momma, awe you tiwed? I lay my head on mommy’s shouldew when I’m tiwed.” Amelia asks Melissa.

“I’m not tired, my little Tesoro. I’m just happy being near mommy.” She tells Amelia and you smile softly at her. Amelia happily eats her blueberries and cherry tomatoes that Melissa prepared on the plate, as well as carrot and banana slices. “I wonder if they’re teeth are showing yet.” Melissa says about the twins. “They started teething a couple weeks ago right?”

“It was a month ago and yes they’re coming in, why do you think I’m not breastfeeding anymore.” You joke and she laughs.

“Imagine all the meals I can make everyone.” She says and hums.

“The fact that you can only cook for 12 will come in handy.” You tell her and her smile widens.

“No it’s mamma.” Amelia says to the twins.

“Ma!” Caterina says as Amelia gets annoyed and Nico is just focused on the book.

“They’we not saying it wight.” Amelia complains to you both.

“They’re just babbling Tesoro, they don’t know what they’re saying right now.” Melissa explains to her.

“Remember when Amelia said her first word?” You tell her and she groans.

“Yes, I might have overreacted.” She admits and you chuckle.

“Might have?” You question and she hides her face in your chest.

“Ok I did.” She whines. You pat her head and run your fingers through her beautiful ginger locks and she hums softly. “Hm I love you.”

“I love you too.”

“Mamma.” Nico says and you both turn to look at him.

“He finally said it wight.” Amelia tells you both as she points to Nico. You both smile at the scene in front of you and kiss Melissa’s head.

“Yes he did Tesoro.” Melissa tells Amelia.

A few days later you return home with Amelia from the store and Melissa is feeding the twins applesauce for lunch.

“What do you want for lunch Amelia?” You ask her as you bring the groceries in to the kitchen. Amelia following behind you, carrying the loaf of bread.

“Um, PB and J!” She says and you smile at her.

“You had that yesterday. Is it your favourite?” You ask her and she nods. Melissa comes into the kitchen with the empty applesauce containers and throws them in the trash. “We got a PB and J lover here.” You tell her and she smiles at Amelia.

“Oh really? Are you having it for lunch?” She asks Amelia and she nods.

A couple days later…

“Come on open wide.” You tell Nico. You’re trying to feed them dinner while Amelia is watching Melissa cook from the kitchen counter. Nico refuses to eat anything right now and you huff. “What about an airplane?” You ask and proceed to do airplane. He still won’t eat anything and you give up. “Mel?!?” You call out to her and she peaks her head out of the kitchen a few seconds later.

“Yes Amore?” She asks.

“Nico won’t eat anything. It’s like he’s on an eating strike.” You say with a huff and she chuckles.

“How about we put some of the dinner in the blender and try feeding it to him? It’ll be done in a couple minutes.” She suggests. “I mean it’s about time they try my cooking anyway.” She adds and you laugh.

“Worth a try, no one ever refuses your cooking.” You say as you go to put the barely touched food jars away.

Melissa finishes cooking the food and she puts some in a bowl to give to you to put in the blender. She gets the plates ready and on the table while you finish blending the food and putting them back in the bowl to give to Nico. You sit down with the bowl and put it on the table and you take one scoop of it and bring it to Nico’s mouth. To your surprise he takes a bite and swallows it.

“Like you said, no one ever refuses my cooking.” Melissa says proudly as she gives Amelia a bite of food and you roll your eyes.

*one week later *

“So Amelia and the twins will be in the same room right? Just in a different section.” Melissa asks the daycare worker.

“Yep, your twins will be in the baby section there.” The worker points to a section of the room. “And Amelia will be in the toddler section over there.” He adds and points to a different side of the room. “That way we have all kids in one room but split into different age ranges so the kids can play with others their own age.”

“Ok. I guess this is where all 3 of them are going now, starting next month.” Melissa tells you and you nod. She sighs and you wrap an arm around her waist.

“I think they’ll love it here. I know it’ll be hard like it was for Amelia but I’m sure it’ll be great.” You say with a smile and she smiles back at you.

“You’re right, I know it’ll be alright but like you said, it’s hard.” She says and you give her a kiss. “Where do we register them to go here?” Melissa asks the worker.

A week later you’re celebrating Mel’s birthday and you have your coworkers from school and your families over to celebrate. It was a barbecue as it was what Melissa wanted and a few of her siblings took charge with the cooking. They all sang happy birthday to her with the cake that Amelia loved eating. After it was time to open presents and she got Amelia to sit on her lap and help her open gifts.

She eventually got to your gift and you signed all 3 of the kids names there as well. You got her a new pots and pans set as she started complaining that it was time for new ones and she smiles widely at it. “Omg you got the exact set I wanted! Thank you Amore!” She says and gives you a kiss.

The rest of the summer is spent bringing them to the park to get the energy out and socialise with other kids, going to the pool as Amelia loves to swim, going on picnics and overall just spending time as a family before school starts again.

On the evening of the last day, you and Mel are going around and making sure everything is prepared for tomorrow.

“You have the lunch for Amelia ready to go and the blended ones for the twins?” You ask her.

“Yes, it’s in the fridge.”

“And you put the teething rings in their bag?”

“Yes, I did earlier.”

“And you put Amelia’s stuffy in her bag?”

“Yes Teddy is in there.” Melissa can see you on the verge of a panic attack so she intercepts before you start. “Amore, everything is good to go for tomorrow.” She begins and holds your hands. “Like you told me last month, they’ll love it there and everything will be alright.” She tells you and you nod.

“Ok ya, you’re right. Everything will be alright.” You say and she places a kiss on your forehead and you let out a breath.

“Now, both Amelia and the twins are asleep, I suggest we get some too before they wake us up in a few hours.” She jokes and you giggle.

“Ok, I love you.” You tell her while looking into her eyes. She cups your cheek with a hand and looks back into your eyes.

“I love you too Amore.” She tells you, and you both get ready for bed and then fall asleep with you safely wrapped in her arms.

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