#But I doubt anyone's paying attention so I can whine right?

[blueicequeen19]

Don’t Play Games

Warnings: JJ being a cocky fucker, teasing, creampie, oral, orgasm denial

JJ Maybank had an exhibition kink and wasn’t afraid to prove it. The guy wasn’t even remotely shy about his needs and he was far more adventurous than anyone you’d ever been with. You’d quickly learned to overcome any insecurities you might’ve had because he insisted on worshipping you at all hours of the day, no matter where you were.

Right now he had you bent over the counter in the Chateau while your friend group was watching a movie less than ten feet away. His hand over your mouth was the only thing keeping you from crying out in bliss as he stroked the sweet spot deep inside you at a slow and steady pace.

“If only you could see how pathetic you look, taking me like a good little slut. This pussy nice and wet just for me. I bet it feels good having me this deep, doesn’t it?” JJ rasps in your ear, his hips getting flush with your ass as he slides in over and over again. Your release was so close but so far away.

“You wanna cum, baby? You wanna soak my cock then lick it off later when the lights go out?” You nod the best you can with his hand squeezing your cheeks. When he rolls his hips, yours threaten to roll back in your head.

“I have a better idea.” JJ’s free hand slides between your legs, stroking your clit until your legs nearly buckle only to stop abruptly. You whine softly against his hand as he leaves you empty and aching, zipping up his shorts with a taunting smirk.

“Now let’s see who can keep their hands off who during this movie.” JJ pulls your dress back down and turns your body, moving in for a kiss that you avoid with an annoyed look.

“You’re an asshole.” You bite out, your core aching with need as you try to push past him. JJ pulls you in for a panty dropping kiss that leaves you weak and breathless before pulling back with a wicked grin. You let him walk away as you glared at his back, ready to make him pay and his balls blue by the end of the movie.

It didn’t take long before the intense thriller on screen captured everyone’s attention but JJ’s. That was entirely your fault.

You kept an eye on him from the corner of your eye but only because you kept teasing him. He was on one side of the small loveseat and you were on the other. You took the opportunity to sit sideways on your knees so you could flash him your bare pussy when he least expected it. The first time his eyes nearly popped out and he sat up like he was moments away from lunging. Then he quickly looked around the room at his friends to make sure no one had noticed before shooting you a dirty look.

You faked innocence as you quickly tucked your dress back down. A few more minutes passed as you pretended to watch the movie, feeling JJ’s eyes and hunger. You slowly and discreetly tug your dress back up to expose your pussy to him again. It was hard not to smirk over the torture you caused him as he sank deeper into the loveseat, spreading his legs wide in attempt to ease the ache he no doubt felt. His hand tugged at his unruly blonde hair as he released a long exhale while fighting to tear his eyes of your exposed cunt.

When he took out his phone after you’d carefully covered yourself again, you knew you were in trouble. Your own phone lit up with a text and you bit back a smirk.

“Think I won’t sink knuckle deep in that pussy right now?” Your pussy walls pulsed at his crude words and you bit your lip.

“Think I won’t make you watch as I get myself off?” You sent back, followed by a nude you’d sent him earlier in the week. JJ’s expression hardened when he opened the message, his eyes snapping in your direction with a warning glare. You shrugged, sitting your phone down and turning your attention back to the movie.

All of your friends were asleep except Sarah as she nervously bit at her nails, eyes glued to the screen while John B snored softly on her shoulder. Sarah was just as brazen as you were so you didn’t feel bad when turning more on your side to flash JJ again. His eyes burned into you as you reached your hand back to touch your slick slit. JJ’s expression darkened but you refused to back down.

You dipped two fingers inside yourself, letting your head fall back against the couch cushion while you bit your bottom lip. After slowly fingering yourself for a moment, you withdrew your hand as you locked eyes with him and popped the two fingers in your mouth. His eyes widened for a moment before his expression turned dark and he pointed at the hallway with a silent demand.

You shook your head, making a show as you licked your fingers clean before tugging your dress back down to watch the movie.

By the time the movie was over, everyone was passed out but the two of you. JJ was antsy and unable to sit still in his seat. His hair was a mess where he kept dragging his fingers through it and his lip chewed raw. As soon as you stood up once the credits began to roll, he was roughly taking your arm and leading you down the hall.

JJ didn’t say one word or bother to flip the lights on when the bedroom door shut. You reached for him in the dark but he spun you around and shoved you down on the bed. He was on top of you in an instant, your dress hiked up and his cock between your cheeks. He wasn’t easy when he shoved inside you and his movements were rough.

His hand fisted your hair, shoving your face into the bedding as he pounded you like there was no tomorrow. Like you were nothing more than a hole for him to use. It was too much at once and you couldn’t get your bearings. You couldn’t reach your clit.

“Thought you could tease me and get away with it?” JJ growls in your ear, his chest pressed to your back as his hips hammer into you. You don’t get time to respond before a deep groan echos in your ear and you feel him finishing inside you. JJ quickly climbs off your body, leaving you dazed and confused as he rights himself.

“JJ, I swear—.”

“You’re in no position to make demands, baby.” JJ’s voice taunting while you roll over to face him.

“I didn’t cum.” You scoff, angry and humiliated that your plan backfired. JJ flashed that signature smile of his as he leaned down until you were almost nose to nose.

“You should’ve behaved. Bad girls don’t get to cum.” JJ leaned in to kiss you but you jerked back, rolling your lip at him.

“Awe, no kiss? That’s fine.” JJ smirks before suddenly yanking you to the edge of the bed by your hips and dropping to his knees. His head is under your dress before you can protest, his torturous mouth sucking your clit hard until you see stars.

“Oh, J—.” Your back bows off the bed, your hands fisting the bedding as your orgasm barrels forward only for him to pull away at the last possible second. A pathetic whine leaves your lips as he raises to his full height with a devious smirk, your arousal glistening on his mouth and chin.

“Don’t get mad because the player plays the game better than you, baby. I’ll finish you when I think you’ve earned it. Now be a good girl and get our stuff so we can go home.”

[cherrrydragon]

➤ find something worth saving (it's all for the taking)

CHAPTER FIVE: GOOD OLD-FASHIONED LOVER BOY

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SUMMARY ↳ Spider-Man and homecoming, when did that ever end well? He clears his throat. “May I… have this dance?” You stare at him dumbly for a second, making him nervous. “W-What?” Well said. “Well, I can’t dance with you during homecoming, so… let’s dance now.” His face is set in an adorable determination. Your heart soars. pairing: jon kent x gn!reader x damian wayne warnings: fear gas (people get affected but it's not described), spiking drinks (not with the intention of taking advantage of anyone) wc: 5.9k

Your mind is elsewhere as you perform your warm-up stretches in the dance studio. Progress with the particle accelerator had been slow. Tony Stark had access to all the materials he needed when he built it, but you don’t. Not to mention all of the welding, cutting and assembling you’ll have to do. You're occupied in your thoughts, but you still hear footsteps approaching.

Victoria. She has her hands on her hips and is looking at you like you’re the nasty chore she’s stuck with.

You raise a brow. “Yes, Vicky?”

Despite all of her faces of disgust when you call her that, she hasn’t demanded you stop calling her that.

“I don’t know why I expected you to be paying attention, clearly you are too airheaded otherwise,” she huffs.

“You’re right, dearest, I wasn’t paying attention. Please, enlighten me.”

“Our instructor has just announced a winter performance. For a grade, of course.”

You sigh. “Of course.”

“We,” she drags the word out, disgruntled, “are the leads.”

Your lips quirk up into a smile. “Oh. This’ll be fun.”

“I will not let you embarrass me, so I will make sure you are a suitable lead,” she huffs.

“And how do you plan to do that, my dear?” you sing, circling her. Your fingers tap her arms as you walk.

She clears her throat. “I will make sure you are paying well attention and are performing adequately.”

“Sounds good to me, princess,” you say, walking away and extending a hand to her. “Shall we?”

She sighs dramatically and puts her hand in yours. It’ll be a long couple of months.

Your extended leg rocks your web hammock back and forth as you think. A song is hummed under your breath, pondering your next move.

“How far is Metropolis from Gotham?”

“Depending on your method of travel, it could range from an hour to 4 hours.”

You have no doubt LexCorp is very well protected in terms of its security measures, but Lex Luther seems a bit of an arrogant man. If he were to find out you had managed to break in and swipe some material, he might not do anything in embarrassment of being had. On the other hand, he is also pretty paranoid, so you have no idea what type of crazy defenses he has.

WayneTech is a very hesitant maybe, for pretty much the same reasons. Batman will already be on alert from your little hacking show earlier.

“Perhaps we shall simply wait for the opportunity to present itself to us, [Name].”

“We’re trying to leave as soon as we can, K,” you whine, bouncing a web ball back and forth between the wall and you.

“You can’t rush perfection.”

“Oh, you flatter me, K.” You lean over and fall out of the hammock, landing gracefully. “But I can never argue with you, lovely. I guess I’ll just have to make due with stuff from the school.” Hopefully they don’t notice the decline of materials.

Patrol goes smoothly that night. You've gone back to listening to your certified patrol playlist now that you’ve gotten back in the groove of things. You hum to a beat as you walk alongside the roof, grooving slightly. You run through equations and formulas in your head as you think about your next headway with your project. You still notice the footsteps approaching, though.

“Which one are you?” you announce, shifting slightly. You don’t get an answer, so you turn around. The figure standing behind you is shrouded in darkness, but a glint of moonlight reveals a familiar silhouette.

“Nightwing!” you hum pleasantly. “Pleasure, quite a pleasure. To what do I owe the visit?”

Nightwing shrugs. “Standard stuff, really. Making sure Gothams latest pest problem isn’t up to no good.”

You chuckle. “That was pretty good.” You sit down on the ledge. “I assure you, blue, that I have Gotham’s best interest in mind.”

“Well I’m sure you’ll be happy to hear that Gotham likes you, for the most part.” Nightwing sits next to you. “Of course, the webs you leave irk them just a bit.”

“They dissolve,” you defend.

“They do,” he agrees, and lets the conversation die. Distant sounds of sirens fill the silence. You can see the blue and red lights from here. You and Nightwing share a moment of calm amidst the chaos.

“Every time I think Gotham can’t get any weirder, I hear news of a ‘giant spider’ terrorizing the criminal underworld.”

You snort, “yeah, that was my bad. I totally had rumors spread about that.” You can see his eyebrow raise underneath his domino. “It was funny!”

“I guess Gotham attracts all kinds of people,” he hums.

“And yet… it’s home,” you whisper.

Another brief silence settled between you, tinged with unspoken tension that always sneaks up on you in Gotham.

“So, did the big Bat put you up to this?” you ask, breaking the quietude.

Nightwing shrugs casually. “Nah, this is all me. Don’t worry though, I’m sure B will corner you eventually.”

“Charming,” you huff dryly against his chuckle.

“And of course, crime never sleeps in Gotham.”

“And so, neither do we,” you smile.

He turns to you. “Surely someone as young as you should be getting more sleep?”

You hum. “So Robin told you about little ole me, huh?” He shrugs sheepishly, in a can you blame him? kind of way. “Like I told him, I’ve been doing this for years.”

“So what’s a young person like you doing spending your nights fighting crime?”

You scoff, “oh, don’t give me that. The first Robin was barely out of diapers when Batman paraded him around.” You ignore Nightwings dramatic gasp of offense. “I’m doing the same as you, trying to make a difference.”

“But no one would blame you for just trying to live a normal life in spite of your abilities.” You’re not sure what exactly Nightwing is trying to achieve here other than getting you to spill something about yourself. What’s it to him what you do in your free time?

‘Yeah well, someone once told me something. Kind of changed my life a little.” You take a deep breath and recite the famous spidey quote, “With great power comes great responsibility.” You turn to face Nightwing. “I can’t in good faith live a normal life when there are people that need me. I have the power to help people, why wouldn’t I do just that?”

You hope your speech passes whatever test he had for you, and the way he stares at you before nodding suggests that you did.

“Just…” he hesitates. “... be careful out there. Gotham’s a tough place, even for someone with your talents.”

You’re not sure why he cares so much, but Dick Grayson does have a sort of a bleeding heart. You watch Nightwing stand, nodding at you before grappling away. It was nice to not have a more violent encounter with one of the Bats (looking at you, Damian). You’re left with the quiet of your own mind.

The next few weeks are a whirlwind of dance rehearsals and lab work. Victoria, true to her word, pushes you hard. She ensures every step, every movement is perfect. You can’t help but admire her dedication.

“Remember,” she snaps one day during a particularly grueling practice, “lean into the spin. It will further your momentum, making your performance overall smoother.”

“Yes, ma’am,” you smirk. Your classmates take notice of the way the two of you dance around each other. You’re sure you both appear really intense to them.

One new development you’ve reluctantly acknowledged is homecoming . You don’t care much for it, you’d rather spend it working on the badassium or patrolling. However, it’s a good way to sneak in and take some more material, so you’ll probably show up for a bit then sneak away. You just have to get through all of the sickeningly sweet hoco proposals.

In other news, you’ve finished your painting that you were assigned for art. You stole one of Miles’ designs from his spray-paint pieces, you hope he won’t mind. It’s a figure outlined many times in all kinds of vivid and bright colors.

“What is it?” Pipes up Damian from your side. Lately you haven’t really interacted much, you’re far too busy trying to make this universe's history books.

“My project,” you reply vaguely. At his unimpressed stare you elaborate, “it’s supposed to be a bunch of different versions of one person. Different people living the same life, one person living different lives, yadda yadda.”

Damian hums, satisfied. You take a breath, spinning in your chair to face him. “So, Damian,” you start, smiling at the way Damian’s face automatically scrunches in irritation. “Anyone special in mind for hoco?”

Damian tsk’s at the thought. “I will not waste my time indulging in such a frivolous activity.”

“Yeah, spiked punch and sweaty teens grinding on each other probably isn’t your vibe,” you agree.

“Then what better things do you plan on doing?” You rest your legs on his side of the table, invading his space. He ignores it, to his credit. He’s gotten used to your antics.

“Doing something far away from you.” You bark out a laugh at his response. You retract your legs and massage your feet. For all your super strength and resilience, ballet is still killer.

Damian eyes your movements. “How are your dance classes progressing?” Damian’s gotten better at conversing, you’re just surprised he chooses to do so with you. But then again, you’re sure he still thinks you’re the number one suspect as to who Spinnerette is.

“Victoria is a delight, as always,” you roll your eyes. “She’s more of a teacher to me than the actual instructor. She’s thorough though, knows her stuff.” You pause. “Think she’ll say yes if I ask her to hoco?”

His eyes narrow. “You jest.”

You close your eyes and nod. “I jest. I stand no chance because she’s waiting for you to ask her,” you grin, eyeing his eye roll. You furrow your brow in thought. “They accept people from other schools, right? Maybe I’ll ask Jon…”

He straightens in his seat. “Jon?”

“Oh yeah, you guys are friends, forgot.” You didn’t forget. “Yeah, we’ve been hanging out lately.” It’s true, Jon frequents at least once a week for movie night. You’ve also exchanged numbers, affectionately naming him ‘please get this boy some brown contacts’ in your phone. “You think he’d say yes?”

“Do not even think about asking him,” growls Damian. Woah.

You hold up your hands in defense. “My bad dude, didn’t know it was like that.” Jeez, it’s not like you're going to corrupt Jon or anything. Then, you slump in your seat. “Maybe I’ll just skip it, then. Going alone is only cool if you’re cool.”

“If it means so little to you, why bother?”

“Opportunities, D. It’s all about opportunities. Plus, who knows? I could be missing out on the chance for something big. Like my rich future spouse.” Damian scoffs, and the bell rings. You grab your stuff and set off to practice, Damian falling into step beside you. You groan.

“Come on, man. Vicky’ll put me through hell when she see you with me.”

‘Maybe that’s my plan,” he smirks.

“One moment of peace with you. That's all I want.” Predictably, Victoria’s eyes narrow when Damian drops you off at the studio. However, she doesn’t waste time fluttering her eyelashes at him.

“Hurry, get dressed,” she demands, turning away from you two. You share a look of surprise with Damian as you step inside. Perhaps this show is more important to her than you thought. You get changed in record time, hurrying back out lest you encourage Victoria’s wrath further.

The hour passes in a blur of graceful movements. Your hands grasp Victoria’s waist as you lift and spin her. She spreads her arms and legs with all the elegance of a true dancer. You wonder if she wasn’t set to inherit whatever her parent’s set aside for her, would she have pursued a career in dance?

“You’re getting the hang of it,” she admits, a hint of begrudging approval in her voice.

“Only because of you,” you flirt, smiling with your teeth. She rolls her eyes but says nothing.

A knock sounds on the door. The instructor gets a giddy grin on her face and practically hops over to open in. You and the rest of the students stop practicing in curiosity. Behind the door is your typical jock type, with a bouquet and a poster in his hands that says ‘Will you PLIÉse go to Hoco with me?’ It’s clever, you’ll give him that.

“Victoria Hearst, will you do me the honor of going to homecoming with me?” Your classmates clap and cheer in awe of it. Victoria gasps, walking up to the jock, but pausing. To your huge surprise, she turns to you. Her eyebrows are furrowed, like she’s confused.

You’re not sure why she’s looking at you. Maybe she’s waiting for your approval? You can’t think of why she would want it. Personally you wouldn’t be caught dead with his type, but maybe he’s sweet on the inside or something. You give a smile and gesture her forward.

She purses her lips, before smiling charmingly at the boy, nodding. The class erupts in cheers once again as the pair hug. The instructor, for all her giddiness earlier, quickly snaps at everyone to go back to their places. Practice continues well into the evening. You get a small wave from Victoria when you depart home, a pleasant surprise.

You end up outfit shopping with Jon the day before homecoming. The boutique you’re in isn’t too fancy, even though you can afford more with Bruce Wayne’s ever so gracious stipend.

“Maybe I should wear blue, the same shade as your eyes. I like them,” you mutter, thinking. Nothing here particularly catches your eye. You suppose you shouldn’t care so much, it makes no difference to you. Besides, you won’t be spending much time at the dance anyway, you’ve got material to steal after all. But Tony has instilled the art of appearances into you, and you don’t want to disgrace his teachings.

Jon gulps beside you, still not used to your random flirting's despite the fact it’s been weeks. “I thought you had a thing for hot pink?” he asks as you pick up some simple heeled dress shoes.

“Yeah, but I’m not going for a bold look this time around.” You place your hands on your hips. “Maybe just plain old black is the way to go,” you say, grabbing a black suit off the rack and examining it. You hang it over your arm, deciding that it will be the way to go. It’ll be easier to hide in the crowd when you look like the rest of ‘em. “Now, for accessories…” you mutter, looking at the earrings on display. You pick up some faux emerald studs and examine them.

“I like this ring,” Jon pipes up. You turn around and see he’s holding a simple flowery ring with a blue gemstone in it. You hold out a hand and he slips the band onto your ring finger. It looks at home.

“Looks good,” you agree. You pack up the earrings, ring and the suit and take it to the register. You pay for it and Jon picks up the bag for you. What a gentleman.

The walk back to your apartment is filled with mindless chatter between the two of you. Nari greets you when you open the door, meowing real cutely. You press a bunch of kisses on his skull, because he deserves them. Jon places the bag on your couch.

“Well, since I’m not allowed to ask you the hoco, I’ll try it on just for you, yeah?”

Jon blinks. “Not allowed?”

“I mentioned it to Damian, and he made it very clear I was not allowed to take you.” You lean in and whisper in his ear, “between you and me, I think it’s because he wants to ask you.”

Jon snorts. “I doubt that,” he mumbles, watching you go to your bedroom to change. “I would have had to say no anyway, I’m… busy that day.”

“Well, I guess I was saved from an awkward moment,” you holler through the door. You make sure you look clean and put together before stepping out. You spread your arms and do a twirl.

“Well?” you ask.

Jon’s mouth is ever so slightly agape. His eyes seem to sparkle a little as he looks at you. Blue meets blue when he stares at the ring on your finger. You watch as he stands up, walking over to you.

He clears his throat. “May I… have this dance?”

You stare at him dumbly for a second, making him nervous. “W-What?” Well said.

“Well, I can’t dance with you during homecoming, so… let’s dance now.” His face is set in an adorable determination. Your heart soars.

You chuckle, abashed. He holds out his hand for you, waiting.

“Oh, wait!” you gasp. You dash over to your laptop, opening youtube. Jon watches as your fingers dash over the keyboard. ‘Good Old-Fashioned Lover Boy’ fills your apartment. The song has always reminded you of him. You race back to Jon, finally putting your hand in his. He quickly pulls you close to him.

“Queen?” he chuckles, placing his hands on your waist. You throw your hands over his shoulders, scoffing. “Nothing wrong with Queen.”

“No,” he agrees, swaying with you. You spend the rest of the evening together.

Walking into the academy’s gym, you’re immediately blasted with loud music and colorful lights. Everyone is looking quite dapper, but like you suspected, a bunch of black suits. You fit right in.

You sip a bit of the punch, grimacing. Nobody spiked it yet? You’re surprised. Yeah, this is a prestigious school or whatever, but teenagers will be teenagers. You guess they’re all too pussy to do it. No worries, you’ll do it for them.

“I don’t believe this is wise,” says Karen as you pour some alcohol into the bowl. “It’s only a little amount,” you reassure. “Drunk people are less likely to notice things.”

You observe the people of your school. They’ve long gotten used to your presence, hesitantly making room for you. Still, you aren’t really a part of them. You sigh. You know you sound like a broken record, but you really have to get back home. The last time someone stayed on an Earth not their own was Miguel, and well… you know how that ended.

In other news, you’ve spotted Victoria! She looks real pretty, all dolled up. Her hands grip a cup of punch as she stands next to whats-his-face. He’s chatting with his jock friends, completely ignoring her! Hell no, you’re not gonna let that slide.

You wait for his friends to go away before sneaking up on him. “You better dance with her, asshole.” It’s satisfying to see him jump and look around to see who said that, but you already walked away. He scratches his head, before walking over to Victoria. It’s satisfying to see her face light up as they walk to the dance floor. Your job here is done.

You find your way to the gym doors, peaking into the hallways. No one’s there, surprisingly. You scurry down the hall. You visit the lab first, swiping any and all things you think you might need. The blueprints left behind by Howard Stark are kind of obscure. They weren’t meant for anybody but Tony, after all.

Next you make headway to your engineering workshop. Seeing it now, it looks pretty spooky without the lights on. You walk into the storage closet where all the materials and parts are kept. It’s actually pretty big. You think you might be in Heaven. You set your backpack down and go through everything. You stuff various metals and scrap into it, tools and switches, fans and whatnot. Then, you spot it. A glass chamber, hidden in the corner.

You grab it carefully, examining it. It’s the perfect size for your nanite chamber! You grin. You have no idea why there’s a big glass tube just in here, but hey, you’re not complaining. You carefully make room for it in your bag, hauling it over your shoulder. You poke your head out in the hallway, no one’s there. You sigh, content with your scavenge. Humming under your breath, you make your way out of the school.

behind you right behind you grabbing yOU–!

You turn around quickly, eyes wide. You just looked around, there was no one there! A hand lays outstretched in the air before you. Your eyes travel up the offender's arm and meet green. Damian. Of course.

“I thought you didn’t have time for such frivolous activities,” you blurt, for lack of something better to say. You grip your bag strap tight.

“Who else would keep an eye on you?” he grunts. You coo, “do I attract your eye, then?” Performing a spin, you miss the way he looks you up and down.

He reaches out and flicks your emerald earring. “Tell me why I shouldn’t report you for theft,” he says as he gestures to your bag.

“Because I’m… awesome?” you try. It doesn’t work, clearly. Damian’s looking at you like you’re the very epitome of ‘human disaster’. “It’s for my personal project, lay off.”

Damian steps closer to you, and you finally have the time to really take him in. He’s got a simple dress shirt covered by a black vest. Dress pants, dress shoes, all looking very expensive. An elegant satin green tie pulls it all together. You hum appreciatively as you look him up and down.

“And what exactly does this ‘project’ entail?” he murmurs, grasping your hand and examining the ring. Flirting with you to get you to spill? Smooth.

“You like it?” you ask, referring to the ring. “Jon chose it.”

Damian furrows his brow immediately, looking at you. You grin. “He said he liked it on me, specifically.”

Damian huffs, dropping your hand. “I’m not building a world-ending weapon or anything. I’m allowed my hobbies,” you say, laying a hand on his chest as a way to calm him. “Honest.”

He looks into your eyes for a moment, opening his mouth to speak–

BOOM .

The ground rumbles, Damian grabbing you and you grabbing him. You stay locked together as you stand still, listening. Screams erupt, coming from the gym. Damian pushes you towards safety in a nearby janitor’s closet.

“Stay here, lock the door,” is all he says before running off towards the gym, no doubt planning to save the day as Robin. Way to be subtle.

Karen already knows what to do, letting the suit emerge from your bracelets under your sleeves. You sprint towards the gym, opening the doors silently. People are hiding behind and under tables, whimpering. There’s a gaping hole at the end of the gym, no doubt the loud explosion you heard earlier.

The one and only Scarecrow stands in the settling dust. He sure lives up to his name, that costume is frighteningly ugly. He raises his arms, canisters in hand, and throws them into the crowd. They explode with a hiss, releasing plumes of noxious gas. Hell. No.

You spring into action, webbing the canisters to try and block the spread of the fear gas quickly. A few gasps are heard from the students. You turn to them. “The fuck are you waiting around, for? Run!” They heed your call, quickly finding their way to the doors on the other side of the gym. Scarecrow tries to throw a canister at the running crowd, so you quickly web it, sticking it to the wall.

“You cannot save them,” he taunts, gesturing to the few students that still got hit with the fear gas. “Their fears will consume them, just as yours will consume you.” Ah, right. You are standing right in the middle of where his first cans exploded. Time to find out if your suit blocks the fumes.

A batarang appears, knocking Scarecrow's canisters out of his hands. Robin, the man himself, lands next to you. You can’t help but quip, “I thought such a prestigious school wouldn’t be so easy to break into?”

“It isn’t,” is Robin’s dry reply.

“Well, looks like someone missed the memo,” you retort, eyes locked on Scarecrow. You survey your surroundings, there’s still some lingering kids, plus the one’s victimized by the fear gas. “Handle him, I’ll get them out of here,” you command. Robin nods in understanding.

You jump away, quickly webbing up the fear gassed victims so they don’t hurt anyone or themselves. They scream and trash, making you wince and mutter rushed apologies. You kick up a table, depositing them behind it. Robin is holding his own against Scarecrow efficiently.

A couple of rushed whispers escape you as you encourage the leftover students to follow you out. You guide them, ducking under tables until you reach the doors. You breathe, the only one left is–

Victoria. Where’s her date? Did he leave her to save himself? Asshole, you swear. You call for her. “Hey!”

She turns to you, looking worse for wear. Her makeup is running down her face, carefully tied hair now loose in disarray. Poor girl. She runs over to you, tripping into your arms. “It’s okay,” you whisper as you usher her to the exit.

“Spinner!” Robin yells. You turn around in time to deflect a throwaway can of fear gas. Victoria whimpers in your arms. “It’s alright, Vicky,” you say breathlessly. The last you see of her is her wide eyes as you shut the door.

Scarecrow growls in frustration. “You!” he points at you. “Why are you not affected!?”

A clawed finger clinks against your mask as you tap it. “My suit’s really cool like that.” Thank God , you weren’t sure if it would repel the gas. With a flick of your wrist, you send a web at Scarecrow to restrain him. He dodges, just barely.

“Or maybe I’m just already living my worst nightmare: a villain with a bad fashion sense,” you quip, weaving around. “Now let’s wrap this up before I start critiquing your escape plan.” You launch a web up at the ceiling, letting it carry you up. More webs grasp at Scarecrow, tugging him to you. Robin watches as you tie him up, Scarecrow flailing uselessly in the air.

You ignore his speeches about how ‘fear is eternal’ and ‘you’re delusional if you think you can stop it’ in favor of dropping him to the floor, roughly. You land next to him, leaning down and dragging him with you to the hole in the wall. “I’ll leave you here as my thanks to the GCPD.”

Robin comes to a stop next to you. “Call me corny, but you and I make a pretty good team, no?” you say, crossing your arms as you look at him.

“Do not flatter yourself, I did most of the fighting.”

You snort. “Yeah, but I got him in the end, didn’t I?” Robin shakes his head. “I’m just surprised you’re not shriveled up in fear like the rest of them.”

Robin crosses his arms. “I am capable of holding my breath.” Your mind wanders to inappropriate trains of thought, making you grin. The sound of sirens get closer, signaling the approach of the GCPD, and probably the other Bats as well.

“Well, I get terrible police anxiety, you know how it is,” you say, taking steps out of the hole. Robin follows you out. “Bye,” you say, before swinging away. You round the building, letting the suit retract back into your bracelets. You enter through a back door, avoiding cameras. You quickly straighten out your ruffled appearance, making your way to the gym. Some students are lingering around on their phones, either showing each other what they recorded or calling somebody to pick them up.

You pass Victoria on the way. She’s holding her arms, hugging herself. She raises her head and stares at you as you approach. You pause in front of her, not really sure what to say. She probably doesn’t want your comfort, so you’ll keep it brief. “Glad you’re okay,” you say as you awkwardly pat her shoulder. You quickly scurry inside the gym, feeling what you’re sure is a judging stare.

Just as you thought, some of the Bats are here, administering the antidote to the victims. You make a show of looking for Damian, just in case he’s watching. There’s an incessant buzzing in your pocket. Pulling out your phone, you swipe open Jon’s messages.

please get this boy some brown contacts

why did i just turn on the news and ga was attacked

hello?????

are you okay??????

please be okay

why arent you answering are you dead

please dont be dead

Your heart churns at his worry. You just want to gnaw on him, he’s so cute. You send a selfie of you throwing up a peace sign with the police and Batman in the back.

yeah lmao im ok

shit was crazy but damian shoved me a closet all romantically and then ran off

looking for him rn hope he aint dead

he told me he wasnt even gna come what a liar

oh my gosh youre alive no way 

are you sure youre okay im pretty sure you just experienced something really traumatic

YES jon like i said i was in a closet the whole time

well im glad damian shoved you in there

also yeah he is a stinkin liar sometimes

You chuckle and let the conversation die. You make sure to answer Sam’s concerned messages with the same selfie and reassurance.

“I see you are alive and well,” comes Damian’s voice behind you. He’s got his hands in his pocket casually, looking completely put together and not like he just fought crime. He’s good.

You huff and turn around to face him. “Yeah well, it’s hard to die when you’re chilling in a closet that somebody shoved you into,” you snark accusingly.

He scoffs, ”I practically saved your life.”

“And then ran off. Where did you go, anyway?”

Damian turns his head, surveying the law enforcement as they work. “I helped in aiding the other students escape.” Yeah, whatever.

“Oh, really? We got ourselves a hero type over here.” You cross your arms and bump him gently. His head lolls with the movement. “Maybe you really are Robin.” He ‘tsk’s, but says nothing. You let the silence consume the both of you, eyes wandering the scene. Concerned parents cry in outrage at their fear gassed children. You wonder if they’ll sue. Then, you notice something.

“Why is Batman looking at me like I just cursed his entire bloodline?” you ask Damian, making him drop his arms and look to where your eyes are. You’re exaggerating, it’s hard to tell exactly how Batman’s looking at you with the cowl and the distance, but he isn’t exactly being subtle.

“That’s just how he usually looks,” says Damian, trying to remain casual. You are pretty damn sure he’s trying to signal to B that he needs to chill. Karen confirms that he actually is in your ear. Your mouth twitches as you wrangle a grin under control.

“Well, tonight was lame. I’m gonna go home before the big bad bat decides I need to be ‘vengeanced’ or something.” You turn around and begin walking away. “See you around, Dami.”

Damian grabs your arm before you can get far. “Let me walk you.”

You raise a brow. “Trying to figure out my base of operations?”

“It is late and you shouldn’t be going home alone. Especially after tonight,” he gestures to the scene.

You shrug. There’s really nothing to hide at your apartment, and he definitely already knows where you live regardless. “My hero. Okay, if you insist. But you’re paying for the ticket.”

“What ticket?” he scoffs. “My butler will be driving.” Oh. Right.

You scoff. “Of course you have a butler.”

He places a hand on your back to guide you out. You risk a subtle glance behind you and see that Batman is still looking, but more so at Damian now. You make a stop to the closet Damian shoves you into to pick up your haul, ignoring his side-eye. It seems he has let it go, for now.

Cold air greets you as you step outside with Damian. Arguably one of the coolest characters in the DC verse stands beside a sleek looking car, Alfred Pennyworth. You’re a big fan.

“Master Damian, Mx [Name].” He greets primly, stepping aside to open the door for you both. Damian nudges you in, and you make sure to thank Alfred and give him your address as you slip inside. Damian settles in beside you, his arm pressing into yours. You look out of the window as the drive commences. There’s not much to say.

“Tonight could’ve gone worse,” Damian says, breaking the silence. “I suppose we should be grateful for that.”

“Grateful, sure,” you reply, not taking your eyes off the city lights flashing by. “Though I wouldn’t have minded if it hadn’t happened at all.”

He nods, a slight smirk playing on his lips. “True. But then, I wouldn’t have had the chance to save you.”

You roll your eyes. “Is that what you’re going to hang over my head forever? ‘Remember that time I saved you in the school closet?’”

Damian chuckles, a rare sound that makes you glance at him. “Perhaps. But I think you’d do the same.”

“You know me so well,” you say, a small smile tugging at your lips.

You lean back in the comfortable leather seat of the car, feeling the tension of the night slowly ebbing away. The drive through Gotham's streets is surprisingly smooth, with only the occasional sound of sirens in the distance to remind you of the chaos that unfolded earlier.

As you pass under the shadow of skyscrapers, you steal a glance at Damian. His profile is illuminated by the faint glow of city lights filtering through the car window. Despite the adrenaline of the evening, he seems composed, almost serene.

He catches your glance and turns to meet your eyes, his own reflecting a mix of lingering intensity from the night's events and a quiet contemplation that seems to soften his usually sharp features. The silence between you feels comfortable now, no longer laden with the tension of earlier encounters or the urgency of the situation you just escaped. You offer a smile, and this time he doesn’t have any reaction. Just a calm expression.

“We have arrived,” Alfred announces softly as the car comes to a stop, almost hesitant to break the silence. You step out of the car, giving Alfred a nod of gratitude before heading up to your apartment. You turn back one last time, meeting Damian’s gaze before unlocking your door and heading inside. As you settle in, you can't help but feel a strange mix of emotions—relief, curiosity, and something else you can't quite place.

You drop your bag next to your bed and collapse in it. Nari comes trotting over, hopping onto your mattress and curling up next to you. Tonight was anything but lame. And as reluctant as you are to admit it, Damian’s presence made it a bit better.

You close your eyes, letting sleep take your mind.

notes: i know in a lot of peter parker in gotham fics they have that "dick grayson is richard parker in a different reality" storyline so i think im gonna try to reference that just a tad, since reader is peter parker just not yk.

in other news, im gonna TRY to update every weekend or so. keyword try.

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IntiMarch 2024 Day 20 - I can('t) take it

The prompt for this was "You're cute"

As soon as Satoru comes into Suguru’s room, he knows that he’s somehow upset. Suguru can read it in the way he holds himself, in the way he doesn’t barge in with his usual vigour and most of all he notices it by the way he doesn’t immediately start talking.

Suguru is sure that never happened before.

“What’s wrong?” He lowers his book, fixing his whole attention on Satoru, in case there’s something he has to do, some curse to kill, some butts to kick.

Suguru is down for anything, if only so it gets Satoru out of this funk.

“Suguru,” Satoru whines out and it’s enough to get him to relax.

If he can still use that particularly whiny voice then whatever is wrong with him can’t be life-threatening.

Satoru tends to go cold and serious when it’s life-threatening; he gets more ridiculous when his pride is hurt, so Suguru suspects the latter.

“You love me, right?” Satoru asks and Suguru’s heart jumps in his chest.

Satoru doesn’t mean it like that, never means it in a serious way, and yet—

“Of course I do,” Suguru gives back, maybe too truthful but Satoru is never picking up on that and today is no exception.

“And I’m so handsome,” Satoru goes on, walking over to where Suguru is propped up against the headboard of the bed.

“The handsomest,” Suguru dutifully agrees and that, too, is something he means.

He doubts there is anyone more handsome or more beautiful out there than Satoru.

“And I am so very smart.” Satoru pouts at him as he says it, and this is still somewhat serious because whatever Satoru is getting at has put him in a bit of a mood, so Suguru bites down on his smile and nods.

“Smarter than the adults around us, that’s for sure.” It’s not a lie, either; Satoru is very smart and while he doesn’t much care for classes and lessons and most of their teachers he always aces whatever test they throw at him.

“And I’m funny,” he finally says and drops down on the bed, his long body stretched out next to Suguru’s and that too makes his heart beat faster in his chest.

Satoru is always so free with his touches, so unselfconscious about his body and how he behaves and moves and it’s a danger to Suguru’s blood pressure.

“I’m always laughing, aren’t I?” Suguru wants to know and he very deliberately does not mention that no matter what Satoru says, it would always make Suguru at least smile.

As long as Satoru is around and talking to him, joking with him, Suguru will always be happy after all.

“What is this about?” Suguru finally asks when Satoru only lets out a long groan and he puts the book to the side now.

There’s no way he’ll get back to reading now, not when Satoru is making himself at home on his bed and Suguru would much rather pay attention to Satoru anyway. No book can hold a candle to how endlessly fascinating he finds Satoru.

“Shoko was being mean,” Satoru grumbles and scoots closer until he can bury his face in Suguru’s hip, hiding his displeasure away. “She was calling me stupid and ugly and annoying.”

Normally, Satoru stands above these things; Yaga has called him an annoying prick more times than Suguru can count, but this is Shoko.

Things are always different if people Satoru likes say these things.

“That was very mean of her,” Suguru agrees and scoots down on the bed, so he can sling his arm around Satoru, pull him up until his head rests on Suguru’s chest. “We’re going to have to make her apologise.”

“It was very mean,” Satoru agrees, his voice still small and hurt and Suguru fights the urge to press a kiss to his head. “Will you help me make her apologise?”

“You know I will,” Suguru immediately agrees, because if course he’s going to have Satoru’s back, even in this.

Shoko really can’t get away with making Satoru this sad.

“Shoko wasn’t right, was she?” Satoru asks after a moment, still sounding more hurt than Suguru would like. “Or serious. She was probably just joking. I mean—people like me, don’t they?”

“I wouldn’t go quite so far,” Suguru teasingly says, makes sure that his voice carries enough of it to let Satoru know that he doesn’t mean it at all, and he also tugs playfully on his hair.

“You’re being rude, too!” Satoru cries out, wrestling out of Suguru’s arm so he can flop down on top of Suguru and dig his pointy chin into his sternum. “Don’t be rude to me, too,” he whispers, the corners of his mouth turned down and Suguru smiles softly at him.

“I’m sorry,” he gives back and reaches out to card his fingers through Satoru’s hair, all the while hoping that he doesn’t notice just how fast his heart is beating in his chest.

“People do like you,” he then agrees because generally they truly do. As long as Satoru even cares a little bit what someone thinks about him, he turns up the charm and then there’s hardly anyone who is not at least a little enamoured with him. “And why shouldn’t they,” Suguru then goes on. “You’re cute, after all.”

There’s no teasing tone to his voice as he says this, because it’s the truth and Suguru can’t quite bear to tease Satoru about something like that but he was absolutely not prepared for the way Satoru goes bright red in the face, opening and closing his mouth like a fish and for a split second Suguru fears that there’s steam going to come out of his ears.

And then Satoru teleports away.

“What the fuck,” Suguru mutters, no longer being pressed into the mattress by Satoru’s reassuring weight and he shivers with Satoru’s missing warmth.

That sure as hell did not go how Suguru expected it to go—not that he expected much, to be honest—but it still stings to know that Satoru was desperate enough to get away from him to simply teleport.

Suguru will have to apologise the next time he sees him.

~*~*~

Satoru remains elusive.

Suguru is certain that he sees him every now and then but before he can even so much as get a glimpse of Satoru, he has already teleported away.

It’s starting to hurt, if Suguru is honest.

And with how desperately Satoru is avoiding Suguru, there’s only one thing he can do.

He needs to talk to Shoko.

“Oh, that face promises me a real good time,” she says as soon as Suguru walks into her office and he doesn’t even bother to try for a happier face. He’s fucking miserable without Satoru and it’s been two weeks of this now.

There’s nothing to be happy about.

“What’s going on?” Shoko asks and she sounds genuinely concerned and that alone is enough to show Suguru just how bad he must be looking.

“Have you talked to Satoru, lately?” he wants to know and Shoko narrows her eyes at him.

“Are you two fighting?” she demands to know and crosses her arms in front of her chest. “Is that the reason why he won’t leave me the hell alone?”

“I—you could say that,” Suguru gives back and pushes a hand through his hair. He hasn’t bothered with putting it up today, too stressed out by the fact that today marks the two week mark of whatever kind of fight they are having.

“Why?”

“I’m not sure,” Suguru admits and heavily sits down on Shoko’s chair. “I said he’s cute and he teleported out on me. He’s been avoiding me ever since. I can’t even apologise.”

“He freaked out over a compliment?” Shoko asks for clarification and Suguru shrugs.

“Who knows what goes on in his head.”

“Geto, if he’s not pissing people off on purpose he’s literally always low-key flirting with everyone he meets. How can he not take a compliment in return?”

“I don’t know, Shoko, okay?” Suguru snaps at her and then immediately winces. “Sorry, sorry. I didn’t meant to—it’s just really getting to me that he won’t even let me apologise to him.”

“What do you want me to do about this? You did come here for help, right?”

“I did.” Suguru nods. “I’m not sure, actually. Maybe just tell him that I want to apologise? That I’m sorry and that I won’t do it again?”

“And will you?”

“What?”

“Not do it again?” There’s a knowing gleam in her eyes and Suguru huffs out a breath. Of course Shoko knows what he’s helplessly in love with his best friend.

Former best friend, Suguru bitterly thinks as his heart hurts.

“Not if it means he’s going to avoid me like he is now. I’d rather die than go through another two weeks of this. I can take it if he doesn’t feel the same, or doesn’t want to hear it or whatever, I just—I need him to come back.”

“Alright,” Shoko decides and claps her hands. “I’ll tell him. No promises, though, you know the only person who can really make him do anything is you.”

“Thank you for at least trying,” Suguru whispers out and gets up to leave her to whatever it is she’s doing down here by herself all day long.

Now all he can do is wait and hope that Satoru will give him a chance to apologise.

~*~*~

It takes three days. Three long excruciating days until Satoru doesn’t go running when he spots Suguru and Suguru can’t help the surge of hope in his chest.

If only he gets to apologise, everything will be alright again.

Satoru waits until he’s closer before he nods towards Suguru’s room. “Can we—”

“Sure,” Suguru says and he feels awfully stiff around Satoru and he hates it with a passion.

They don’t speak until they are inside and the door is closed behind them but then Suguru can’t hold it in any longer.

“Listen, I just want to apologise,” he starts but his heart falls when Satoru shakes his head.

“I don’t want to hear it.”

Suddenly, Suguru feels fragile. He hadn’t known that their friendship could be broken just like this, just by one measly comment, and the knowledge that it’s already too late is splitting him wide open.

“Oh, I see,” he manages to get out, blinking rapidly to get rid of the burning in his eyes and Satoru must notice that he’s close to breaking because he pushes a frustrated hand through his hair.

“That came out all wrong,” he mutters and then louder says: “There’s no need for you to apologise because you didn’t do anything wrong. There, that’s better.”

“I didn’t do—Satoru, you avoided me for two weeks! How can you say that I didn’t do anything wrong?”

“I—overreacted?” Satoru carefully offers and it just leaves Suguru confused.

“Overreacted? Over what?”

“You complimenting me,” Satoru admits and sits down on Suguru’s bed. “I’m not—very good at taking compliments. Or have people flirt with me.”

“You flirt with people all the time!”

“Yeah, but that’s different! It’s different when someone does it to me and with you it’s extra different.”

“Extra different,” Suguru repeats because that doesn’t make any sense at all.

“I flirt with people because it’s fun and it’s hilarious to see them flustered. But you—you mean it. You meant it when you said I’m cute and I—” Even just saying has Satoru go red in the face again and Suguru sits down on the floor.

“You were��embarrassed?”

“I—it was—”

“Why would you avoid me for that long over something like that?” Suguru wants to know and if at all possible Satoru’s face only goes redder.

He wrings his hands in his lap before he takes a deep breath and straightens up.

“Because I realised that I wanted you to mean it. I wanted you to find me cute. And handsome and smart and all the other things you said back then.”

Suguru’s next exhale is slightly shaky because—“Wanted? As in, you no longer want that?”

It would just be Suguru’s luck to miss his chance with Satoru, he thinks, somewhat resigned to his fate already, because of course someone as amazing as Satoru would never actually give him a chance.

“No, I do!” Satoru yells out and drops down from the bed so he sits right in front of Suguru. “I still want that. I want you to mean it,” he finishes, his voice quiet and he doesn’t quite manage to hold Suguru’s gaze. “It’s kind of scary how much I want that.”

Suguru slumps with relief, scooting closer to Satoru until he can drop his head down on his shoulder.

“I do. Think all those things about you. You’re cute and handsome and smart and funny and my favourite person in the entire world.”

Satoru’s breath stutters in his chest, Suguru can feel it, and when he peeks up at him, he’s making the same dumbfounded face he did when this entire mess started.

“You really can’t take a compliment, huh?” Suguru drily says and dares to flutter his lips over Satoru’s throat.

“I can take them just fine,” Satoru croaks out and shivers when Suguru’s laughs. “I just have a hard time taking them from someone who matters to me.”

“I matter, huh?” Suguru asks, though it’s mostly just to tease Satoru some more.

It’s more than obvious that Suguru matters to him after all.

“You matter so much to me,” Satoru breathes out and hides his face in Suguru’s hair. “Cause I’m in love with you and the thought that you might not mean it was very scary.”

It’s not often that Satoru admits that something is scaring him, so Suguru decides not to tease him about this.

“I’m in love with you, too,” he gives back, moving closer to Satoru’s throat so he can pepper it with kisses better. “In case that was still unclear.”

“I think I got the gist.” Satoru’s voice is high and breathy and it’s enough to make Suguru pull away, so he can cup Satoru’s face in his hands.

“Good,” Suguru decides and then leans in for a real kiss.

He swallows the sound Satoru makes right down but when Satoru almost climbs into his lap he can’t help the big smile. It makes kissing a little bit hard but Suguru wouldn’t have it any other way.

Not when it’s with Satoru.

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April Fools - Chapters 22-24

A plan takes shape, in a brief moment of respite. Can our trio survive the winter?

Full Series

DAY 22: TRICKS AND TALES

"I hope they aren't in too much trouble for not killing me." Says the Queen, pondering her now-missing assassin.

"I doubt they are, Highness." The Fool says, half paying attention as she juggles a set of five balls. "The guild is surprisingly touchy feely, all 'we're your new family, together in the dark, yada yada'. They only really get mad about outright betrayal."

Several moments pass before she notices that the Queen is now staring at her, very interested.

"It's not as interesting as whatever you're thinking up." She says, and the Queen pouts.

"How could it not be interesting? I didn't even know we had an assassin's guild, and you have details, and they're not interesting?"

The Fool catches four of the balls, fumbling the fifth.

"I knew someone in it once, that's all." She says, shrugging.

"Lovable fool, the normal amount of assassins one knows is zero." Says the Queen. "Do you know any?" She asks the Knight, who shakes her head.

"Can't say I do, Your Majesty."

The Queen looks back at her, expectantly.

"There is no story." The Fool insists. "She thought I might want in, I said no, no story."

"You were close enough with an assassin that she tried to initiate you into the guild?" Squeaks the Queen.

"Sure."

"How is there no story!?" She asks, flabbergasted. "Tell us about her!"

"I don't know!" The fool whines. "Creepy in a hot way? Sexy voice? Great tits for such a lithe little thing, not that big, but nicely shaped-"

"Truly, you have an incomparable eye for relevant details." Says the Knight, rolling her eyes.

"We had a thing for a while, the assassin bit had very little relevance for the majority of it, what do you want from me?" Says the Fool, crossing her arms. "She was hot and then she tried to recruit me into a death cult so that we could be ~family, bound in blood~ and I bailed."

"Wow…" The Queen says, awed. "Your life is so eventful!"

"Yeah, I'd certainly call breaking up with a girl who'd just told me she murders people for a living 'eventful'."

"Hang on that sounds like a story you said there was no story-"

~~~

DAY 23: SUBTERFUGE AND SACRIFICE

"Alright, so!" Says the Queen. "Somebody in my family wants me dead. Professional assassins are out of the picture. Anyone they trust enough to try and have them carry out the next attempt could likely be linked back to them. I think it's fairly certain they'd want to do it with their own hands."

"Tracks with what I know of pompous nobles, sure." Says the Fool.

"As long as we keep them all at a distance, you should be safe for a good while." Suggests the Knight, and the Queen purses her lips.

"Weeelllllllll-" She says. "That's not exactly what I had in mind. I was thinking we invite them all here-"

"No."

"-you know, have a little family get together, plenty of opportunity for someone to try and-"

"No!" Cries the Knight. "Highness I must object to this plan! Right now we have time! To do something so rash-"

"It's a decent plan, actually." The Fool says reluctantly, weaving her fingers together. "The assassin's guild won't avoid her forever, and I like her chances against some dickhead with an inflated ego who's never had to lift a finger for anything in their life better than a professional."

The Knight frowns. "Fine." She says. "We can arrange for a body double."

"Sounds good."

"No, wait!" Whines the Queen. "What if they get hurt? I can't allow that!" She says, and both her lovers give her an exasperated look.

"Highness, what if you get hurt?!" Asks the Knight. "What if you die?!"

"Oh, I probably won't." The Queen says peacefully, and the Knight throws her hands up in frustration.

"If you probably won't, then neither will the body double!" She says, her voice raising to just shy of a yell.

"But I'd feel so bad if she did-"

"I would feel bad if anything happened to YOU, Highness!" The Knight cries. "We both would!"

She sinks to the ground, breathing hard, and the Queen wraps her arms around her.

"It's okay." She whispers.

"It's not." Says the Knight. "I don't like this plan."

"Would you like it, if you could send a double to die in my place?"

"No." She whines, and the Queen gently rubs circles into her back as she begins to cry.

"I know, I know, my poor sweet knight." The Queen says. "It's so much, all the time. Won't it be easier, to just get it over with? To be done with the waiting, at least for this threat?"

"I could wait forever, Highness. I so dread the conclusion."

"My knight, the hard part is over. Do you think one of my idiot relatives can outsmart you?" She asks, and the Knight shrugs. "Have faith in yourself, please, for me. I know you will keep me safe." She says, and she peeks at the Fool who is very much avoiding being part of this conversation. "You both will. I am not giving up, I am baiting a snare."

The Knight takes a deep breath. "Right. Yes. Okay." She says, wiping the tears from her eyes. "I'm sorry I doubted you, Highness."

"Oh, don't you start." Murmurs the Queen, and she gives her a kiss. "So? Shall we lay our trap?" She asks, and the Knight nods.

"Give me time to plan." She says, and looks to the Fool. "I'll need your help. I'm not typically in the business of planning plots on my lady's life."

"Nor I!" Says the Fool. "But I think I could figure it out."

~~~

DAY 24: WINTER HEARTH

The Queen knows that she should be worried.

Winter is never kind to her health, and she has sent out the invitations to bring a murderer into her castle. These are troubled times, she very well might not make it to the spring.

And she hasn't felt so content in such a long time.

Wrapped in a quilt by the fire, sipping spiced hot chocolate, held in the arms of her beloveds; who could want for anything more?

She can hear her knight gently snoring. How wonderful it is, to see her relax. She never relaxes! They could never hold eachother before, and now they can, and that makes it all worthwhile.

"You don't know how long I've wanted this." She murmurs to the Fool, still awake and watching the flames dance.

"To fall asleep on the sofa?" She asks. "You have very humble wants, for a Queen."

"To be held, silly."

The Fool stretches languidly, and nuzzles into her. "All the things I've said she does to you, and not even a brief cuddle afterwards? What a brute your knight is." She says, and the Queen exhales sharply through her nose.

"You're so crass, beloved fool!" She giggles. "Do you really think her the type to do even half of what you've accused her of?"

The Fool hums, looking the sleeping Knight over. "No, for all her blustering I don't think her bold enough." She says. "She still startles when you kiss her where someone might see."

"And yet you tease her so! Cruel, cruel fool." Says the Queen, shaking her head in mock disappointment.

"She'll live." Says the Fool. "Perhaps my teasing will embolden her, give her some ideas?"

"Oh, we can certainly hope."

[redwayfarers]

@galadae your prompt once more isn't processed bc tonglr. sad nero noises. but also they're never getting this together! have some intellis angst + aeran character study

fandom: wayfarer ship: cassander inteus/aeran kellis (intellis) characters: cassander inteus, aeran kellis rating: gen words: 1137 divider credit

prompt: kiss to shut someone up

At first, Aeran doubted that Zenaida would pay them. Cass did too, if his jabs and comments on Dareia were anything other than sheer boredom. But she came through in the end - a promised three thousand crowns each, and they took every last one of them, never to see a Guild Mage again in their lives. 

At least there weren’t any in the middling Coveran village they came to. Cass had insisted. Aeran doesn’t understand what drew him to Covera, but he doesn’t need to. The ease with which Cassander sits and watches the sea in the evenings makes up for all the confusion. Sometimes Aeran sits with him, brings some fruit, and they share it in comfortable silence, hands joined on the rocks. 

It’s been a few months since. A month more than what the locals usually allow. 

“Aren’t you glad we went to Covera?” Cass asks one evening over dinner, in between bites of cheese. “People here don’t give a shit. Everywhere else we would’ve been strays already. Here we just buy meat and cheese and veggies and go fuck in our little cottage and nobody bats an eye.” He picks up a grape and eats it with gusto. “Why didn’t we come to Covera sooner? We wouldn’t have seen Quirinus. But no, you had to arrange that Zenaida thing. Doesn’t matter, right? We’re elves. We can afford to wait months or years. Maybe even a century.” 

Aeran stares. The cheese stares back, as do the grapes and the cooked fish. Cass has always had a long tongue, true, and it is true Aeran did barter with Zenaida while Cass almost died in the Count’s villa and needed surgical attention only she could provide. 

“Nothing to say, Kellis?” Cass says and pushes a grape into Aeran’s mouth. “Eat up. We can afford to eat like fucking kings for once.” 

Aeran has little choice but to obey. 

That evening, as he’s cleaning up, light from a nearby candle catches onto the scar on his shoulder. It’s deep, fresh and mangled, as if just surgically sealed shut, yet there is no puffiness and redness of a new wound. He seems unperturbed by it, and by all accounts, it should hurt. 

“Are you in pain, Songweaver?” Aeran asks and reaches out to run his fingers over it. Cass smiles and shakes his head. 

“Just looks nasty. Otherwise it’s fine.” 

“It’s been months. It shouldn’t be this mangled, Cassander. If you’ve been hiding it from me all this time–” 

Cassander laughs, throaty, loud. The whole cottage echoes with it. When he looks at Aeran, his smile is gummy. “Trust me, I would’ve let you know already.” 

Lies. His Songweaver whines when it’s a cut, but won’t say a thing when it’s something big. Taking care of wounds hurts extra; painkillers have always had less effect on him. 

Cass then sets the broom down and walks over. His shadow is long and dark. His hair adds and expands the leanness of his body until his reflection takes over the whole wall. He’s never seen Theokleia Inteus, and would shoot her on sight if he ever did, but in his mind’s eye, Aeran finally sees why Cassander is his mother’s son. 

He then feels a hand on his shoulder and a pressure of a warm, freckled body against his own. Cass’ lips are on Aeran’s forehead, full and soft. “‘Sides, some wounds never heal. I think you know that. I know that, too. Too many wounds, it’s a fucking miracle we’re able to exist still. But we don’t have anyone to stitch them, do we? We stitch them ourselves.” He then guides Aeran’s hand to the mangled tissue. “And when we do find someone else to do it, they do it so shittily it’s all mangled and ugly.” 

Aeran looks at his feet. His own shoulders are shaking. His eyes are watering. 

“Stitch your own fucking wounds, Kellis. Stop being a coward and running away from that.” 

“What about you?” Aeran bites out. “Don’t tell me you’re this pinnacle of goodness, you asshole, because you’re not. You’re bleeding out left, right and center, for fuck’s sake.” 

“You don’t know half of it,” Cassander’s voice turns rough and raspy. “I’m not making it everyone else’s problem. If they dislike the sight of blood, they can leave.” 

Aeran’s shaking. He refuses to cry, but he’s shaking like a leaf. “Songweaver–” 

Cassander kisses him, rough and hard. “I think you like the sight of blood, though. You’re drenched in it yourself. Clean your own and then we can talk.” 

Aeran wakes to the shifting of the ship. His elven eyesight pierces the darkness around him so suddenly he gasps, like someone held him underwater and is just now letting him breathe. Only sounds reaching his ears are the waves of the Rhesainian ocean and the heaviness of his own breathing, labored and harsh. 

And, well, the rhythmic breathing of another person, sound asleep on Aeran’s chest. 

At some point during the night, Cassander migrated from sleeping next to Aeran’s side to planting himself face first into Aeran’s chest. All Aeran sees is the mess of dark, red curls and the twin points of his ears that peek through. He pokes them on a whim; Cass doesn’t budge. Why would he? He spent the last few hours before exhaustion finally won over crying in Aeran’s arms. It was unwise to take more painkillers, Malsara said, but almost dying is painful. 

At least he gets some respite of it in his sleep. 

That same Cassander shadowed everything in Aeran’s dream. He wipes the sweat off his brow. He’s hot and stuffy and mildly uncomfortable, but he feels less comfortable letting go of Cass now he isn’t this giant, sharp-tongued beast. Instead, he’s smaller and gentler and real. The pressure of his body isn’t oppressive anymore. 

Aeran throws his head back as much as he can and sighs deeply. His hands press against Cass’ body tighter. Cass grumbles and Aeran starts humming a song he heard Cass sing under his breath once or twice. He doesn’t know the words, he doesn’t speak Vestran, but the beat is easy enough to follow. Cass settles again. 

Just a bad dream, Aeran thinks. He doesn’t dare look at Cassander’s wound, bandaged as it is. He doesn’t want to think about his dream, or what it may mean, or why it pops up, or why his stupid head gives those words to Cassander in particular. He’s not harmless by any means, but Aeran refuses to acknowledge that right now, and instead prefers to watch his sleeping, peaceful form. 

Maybe after Velantis is in the dust, he can think about it. In the meantime, he has this. That’s all he can muster to think right now. 

He doesn’t have any other choice. 

[blackstarchanx3new]

FSR Rambles 7 days

Have you considered I've gone mad.

Wacky perhaps?

It's the gay ass forest scene bitches and my long winded thoughts.

WELCOME TO MY GAMER PAD. SORRY FOR THE MESS I JUST GET SO TILTED AT THE TOWERS.

Shadow Link calling VIO weird is so funny to me. Just casual spying. Nothing weird. Noticing every tiny detail about him...Nothing weird.

Shadow related to Vio and that's why he went for him over any of the others. XD

Let's go down the list shall we?~

Red's too much of a crybaby to even consider humoring not suitable for the darkness too much of a wuss. Sorry Red we're thinking with Shadow's logic here, also Red's a big baby.

Blue's too much of an arrogant hot head and I imagine Shadow would assume they'd butt heads too much to work with cleanly. Also, Shadow would be in range to be smacked with a hammer and that sounds unpleasant. Though I do think Blue would be a close second considering he could have his anger pointed at the other 3... Shadow could be like "Oh you know, the other 3 are just too...combative with your greatness"

Green's too much of a goody too shoes. Also I love the vibe we all get that he kinda HATES Green. X'D

(This is like, a prevalent idea in the fandom and I find it hysterical despite me ya know...Shipping Green x Vio x Shadow X'D Shadow tries to get along with everybody more in FSR though)

That leaves the quiet angsty one that already seems to be having doubts going through similar emotional struggles as Shadow Link.

Which one would YOU pick? X'D The choice is obvious.

I brought this up on the actual comic post but I'll bring it up again: I also think the timing for them being split up is very...Sus on Shadow's part. Like, I think Shadow split them up to talk to Vio alone and get the other 3 in parrel imo. And waited till Vio was tired from fighting through the forest to confront him. Everyone else's scenes take place during the day, Vio's is at night. Considering Shadow's the one who presumably used magic to split them up and swiped Red's sword right off his back we know the dude is following em around.

Just a set up page. leads into the next scene. There's not a lot special to say about it. Vio recognizes "Oh shit this isn't right" right away.

I like the last 2 panels of Shadow just waiting for Vio cause he's in control of the situation.

Dark Link finally says something of substance. About himself anyways.

So far he's only been repeating people's insecurities back at them, you'd be forgiven for assuming that he doesn't HAVE a character of his own. Nope he does. XD

He reveals he's sneaking through Shadow's memories which is something he's surprised he can do. Shadow's previous assumption that the curse doesn't affect him at all is wrong considering this information...Or perhaps Dark Link can just comb through anyone's insecurities. We'll see...

We get a panel of what Shadow looks like in the headspace. He has the scar on his chest visible lol. FSR Shadow has a scar from the Four Sword blast he takes in the manga's events. Because angst that's why. Also Vio and Shadow are together, but this was mainly done to show they were together in the real world. Dark Link isn't directly talking to Shadow here like he did with Vio and Green. He's just watching. Menacingly!!!!

Dark Link thinks of Shadow Link as a "Traitor" to his "Master" Vaati.

Conformation he is FOR SURE working for Vaati and not just and extension of Vaati.

He not so slyly mentions he'd rather read with and hug Vio than work...showing a weird urge to be close to the four sword wielders. Which is amusing considering the hug he gave Vio earlier ended in Dark Link strangling him and his hug with Green wasn't very pleasant for Green.

He also whines he doesn't wanna work at all. Realizing he should pay more attention to the flashback lol.

So he's for sure odd.

He really likes hugs and wants to have fun with the Four Swords gang, even though eh doesn't care for how THEY feel during his "Fun".

His body language suggests he's just relaxing and amused.

We don't get a lot to work with for him as of now.

Somebody described him as "pining" in this scene and I find that fucking hilarious so I'd thought I'd mention it. I've drawn him a shit ton with swift violets dude is down bad for Vio. X'D

Back to Vidow- X'D

Shadow further relates to Vio's feelings of being alone and Vio notices his mistake. I've mentioned before but DAMN does he look SAD in the pages where Shadow talks to him: Cause like again. He's not talking bad about Vio at least not directly.

He's insulting the other 3 and gassing Vio up as better but Vio's inability to fit in with HIMSELF really hurts and someone like SHADOW of all people being able to see right through that has to hurt even more.

Anyways I've brought this up again a million times but I find it interesting Shadow doesn't do the typical "Join us" speech of

"You're worthless without the darkness" Rather he says more along the lines of

"You're already great, join the darkness because you're wasting your greatness with those losers"

Like maybe this is normal (The pool of media I engage with is rather small.) but I'm so used to villains telling heroes how shit they are to their face rather than pumping them up. It's a very interesting approach and following Shadow's character later through the manga this is just another reason why I think he was being genuine to some degree when he approached Vio.

I'd go with it was pure manipulation: If Shadow didn't continue to blow smoke up Vio's ass through the rest of their time together. X'D Like if it was "Oh I told you how great you are now I'm gonna shit talk you to show you I'm better" but nah, he like, just keeps being nice lmfao.

We see him snap when Vio lifts the sword up when it shines brightly but I see that as a fear response rather than him like actually mad or trying to put Vio down, he comes off as more anxious than angry to me in that scene? Because he repeats Vio's on their side and when Vio affirms he IS he calms right the fuck back down. Gave him a mini heart attack Vio lol.

Anyways back to what's going on in FSR:

The realization "Oh shit I let my guard down around him" is also a mortifying thought. Like think of how CLOSE Vio LET Shadow get to him. He didn't push him off in the English anyways he just weakly tells Shadow to let go of him. He has a sword, right in his hand lmao. Bro could have like, took an actual swing or smth He points his sword at him but that wasn't a genuine attempt to hit him. but the second Shadow KNEW he wouldn't After he pushed the sword away in the most gay way possible he just kept getting closer and closer and VIO LET HIM.

LIKE.

BRO.

HELLO?

DO SOMETHING?

Nah. Shadow's words make him DROP HIS WEAPON.

The urge to fight Shadow off completely lost. Dude lowkey just gave up.

Benefit of the doubt here for Vio: Fighting Shadow in the woods is a bad idea because Vio is weakened from fighting monsters all day, he's alone They got their asses beat at Hyrule castle with one swing of his sword and there was four of them, but letting him get close is ALSO a bad idea. X'D

Shadow's in a good mood and maybe Vio just didn't wanna piss him off Counter argument, he draws his sword in the first place Shadow could have flew into a rage over just that but this bitch is dangerous Vio, and he STILL drops his guard lol. I just find how Vio handled the woods scene very interesting it really shows the weaknesses he has.

Haha so I've made 2 super gay continuations of this scene but this is a more serious take on it.

Vio's PANICING because the terror is setting in and Shadow keeps pushing.

And then he says it, the thing!

"Wouldn't it just be easier to kill me"

AND YEAH VIO YA GOT A GOOD POINT. WHY DIDN'T HE?

I've already pointed this out: but the very idea Shadow wants to befriend one rather than outright killing all four is very interesting.

He wants a friend so bad it's sad.

None of the Hinoxes or vaati's minions are like, beings he could consider "Friends" Which is sad. Vaati and Ganon aren't his friends. One's his boss and another is a guy who bosses him around lmfao. And in FSR is an abusive dad figure

Rather: Befriending an enemy is an easier option than trusting/befriending his own team. Like ouch. We KNOW from the manga he outright states Vio's the first person he can trust. He doesn't feel he can trust Vaati or Ganon which is just OUCH.

Further: The recruitment plan requires SO MUCH MORE EFFORT than just killing Vio while he's vulnerable which Vio brings up here.

Shadow slyly mocks this notion bringing up just how heartless that'd be. Comparing them all the further.

Interesting thing to note:

Shadow also doesn't outright kill the knights and would rather make them "A big happy family in the dark world" which is interesting. Shadow's avoidance to outright kill people is probs just to keep the rating like, ya know. Not T or M but still interesting from a CHARACTER angle. The only people he outright tries to kill are the four Links. X'D

Another option: Shadow is no stranger to kidnapping. He could have just kidnapped one of them. Would that work as long as befriending one genuinely? No, probably not. Befriending one is a more "Permanent" solution unless you hide the kidnapped one somewhere they can't escape or be found. And then we loop around to "Why not just kill them?"

AU where Shadow Kidnaps Vio and they have a beauty and the beast style romance where-

Here's another stream of thought: Why bother coming to Vio AT ALL if he already has Red's sword? Which we know at this point he does. HE HAS A TRUMP CARD? if they can't get the sword back because their journey IS TIME BASED: They lose.

Why does he go for the risky option of converting one of them to the darkness at all?

And if you STILL aren't convinced this is weird ass hell Okay here's ANOTHER idea I just came up with on the fly while writing this: Steal Vio's sword too. The one Vio points right at his fucking face and he could like...yank away. Shadow doesn't even have to kill him himself if he leaves Vio defenseless in the woods.

Like here's smth as a writer I'm not sure how often regular viewers even consider: Alternate choices.

"Character A COULD have done this...but they CHOSE to do this instead" What they DON'T do says just as much as what they DO, and I'll go further into that with ANOTHER choice that makes no sense to me.

And I'm not complaining about the writing by the way I LOVE how this specifically makes no sense because it leaves the door opening to asking "WHY". And we're ignoring the explanation of "Because x has to happen for plot reasons" because we ask "IN THE BOUNDERIES OF THE STORY WHY!?" because that's more fun than "Well he can't just kill Vio because then Vio would be dead and the story would be over" okay but that's not FUN to ask/fun as a response??? What kind of soulless unfun monster do you have to be to accept that as your reality? X'D

AND WHY ARE YOU READING THE SEVENTH INSTALLMENT OF ME OVER ANALYSING THIS BOOK WHILE RANTING ABOUT MY OWN OVER ANALYZED CHOICES MAKING A FAN SEQUEL IF YOU FEEL THAT WAY LMFAO.

Anyways like have you realized just how ODD Shadow's choice to befriend Vio is yet? Like because the manga plays it off as "Oh well it just happened" We don't get to sink in just how WEIRD it is I feel??? Like ALL the reasons why brain thinks "Holy shit that's fruity" because LIKE- I'VE LAYED EM ALL OUT RIGHT THERE IT MAKES NO SENSE TO DO THIS PLAN UNLESS HE'S JUST LIKE- IN LOVE WITH HIM??? None of Shadow's choices around Vio are rational and it's hysterical.

One of my absolutely favorite lines from this update is "Have you forgotten? I'm the hero! I'm here to save you!"

Because on some level Shadow WOULD think he's saving one of them from a horrible fate being merciful and kind to one of them. If he truly wanted to befriend one. Bro is 100% legit here while being kinda mocking towards Vio's assumptions about him. Emphasizing "he just wants to help".

Vio's utterly flabbergasted/horrified face was fun. There's no thought bubble so it really leaves you to wonder what's going through his head from those words.

The "I GOT HIM! I ACTUALLY GOT HIM!" face is so hilarious to me. Like- He's so fucking giddy here it's hysterical.

Smth to point out particular to FSR Vio: Vio's tugging on Shadow here is a nod to him doing that in the library when he wordlessly wants Shadow to come closer.

I imagine Vio has a hard time talking verbally about what he wants. And he's not even too sure WHAT he wants here. He just wants to feel better.

Smth about FSR Vio specifically is he kinda just wants someone else to do the thinking for once, but feels obligated to think anyway. X'D

He's at the point of "Somebody just help me" but can't put that to words.

His smile tones down into a much more....Pleasant one. He's genuinely happy Vio's coming along lol. Friend acquired.

Shadow awards Vio with the high honor of: Keeping his sword.

Back with my insanity to speak on why as Shadow Link, THIS MAKES NO SENSE TO DO.

I find interesting that Shadow implicitly trusts Vio with smth that he SHOWS himself to be anxious about Vio keeping might I add once again...Like he let Vio keep his sword seemingly despite better judgment. If he took it along with Red's, Vio/the four sword gang would be fucked without it.

Here's my thoughts on why Shadow would let Vio keep his sword: Shadow is TRYING to show Vio he's an equal.

Because let's think of it in story land perspective: Vio only uses his sword in 2 scenes that are like RELIVANT before Shadow tries to burn Vio and takes the sword anyway: *The one where his sword glows (If they're already hanging out with Red's sword in Vaati's pad this could have been kept in imo) *Where he fights Green

It'd be easy to write around Shadow letting him keep his sword.

"Surrender your sword to lord vaati to prove your devotion" or smth.

But nah. he's just allowed to keep it for whatever reason.

Shadow always could have just given him a different sword and confiscated the Four Sword but was like: Nope, you get to keep it.

Like again: This choice is odd no matter how you slice it so it makes me think Shadow wanted to show he sees Vio as an equal by letting him keep the weapon that could be used against them.

Or perhaps: It's short sightedness: "Well we have Red's sword so yours is kinda useless" I'm up for either interpretation really. (If you haven't noticed, I'm open to a LOT of angles from FS because I'm not SUPER narrow in my analysis.

Unlike some people who need to lighten up lmfao. Good god I've seen some people seemingly act defensive about FSR specific ideas...And I can't tell if they're just talking ABOUT me/FSR but like: Bro I'm so open to alt ideas as long as somebody isn't a dick. And you'd know that if you read these, FSR is SPECIFICALLY about the choices and ideas I've decided make the most sense/the most fun route to go down because unlike a lot of people I hold the idea of "If it isn't outright stated it's not cannon" so ANYTHING outside of the author's written page ISN'T CANNON. Literally I never claim any of my rambles are cannon do I think some things are true? Hell yeah, but they aren't conformed at the end of the day lmfao but I'm an artists and I can draw what I want so I got the power to make shit real in it's own way. They're inspections of the cannon and interpretations. I can never be Akira Himikawa and the translators who translated their work to english. I question their choices ALL THE DAMN TIME I can't even get close to fully getting inside their heads. (It's been SO LONG since they made this manga I doubt they remember every single dialogue/expression choice they made and WHY.)

Even the English translation's cannon-ness is up for fucking debate in my eyes, FSR is SO out of the realm of cannon/cannon adjacent it's hysterical. Because my ideas aren't "The one true right and correct ones" they're not even close. Nobody's are. ONLY AKIRA'S ARE BECAUSE THEY MADE IT. Apart of why FSR is so wonky is because it's going off the wonky Viz translation NOT THE OG Japanese! (I'd love to translate FSR into Japanese at some point, but as I've stated in the past it'd be based on the Japanese manga so wording/some things would outright be different lmfao)

Why are some people such freaks about this? X'D I don't engage with FS media that I find butchers the characters but I don't like to rant about it for the most part because getting mad at someone else's interpretation is kinda goofy considering how open the source material IS. Gatekeepy fandom culture is weird. Enough said.

This goes back to my: Link is as fluid as a Vocaloid.

and the "you will never make something as close to the OG as the author would" arguments.

And sometimes even AUTHORS butcher sequels by seemingly forgetting their own characters. (Akira is not an example of this but still)

Anyways back to the page:

Vio's just kinda broken on auto piolet at this point, thoughtlessly thanking Shadow for picking up his sword and walking as Shadow drags him along. Shadow's basically SKIPPING with delight at this revelation.

He "saved "one. And now they can both be true heroes! :D How nice how fun! Vio joined the party!~

I will mention Shadow's so wrapped up in how happy he is he's kinda neglecting how Vio feels about the situation. At least right away.

Shadow's excited to immediately get him into the loop. Shadow's biggest character trait in scenes with Vio imo is his naivety.

Vio's bamboozled at his own actions. Reflecting. It's like he's watching from a 3rd person perspective as he's making shitty choices. X'D

"Crap why AM i going with him????"

Like he realizes in real time he's not doing anything to stop Shadow, he didn't in the moment and now here we are.

And then "This was hopeless from the start huh?" coming to grips with his situation, deciding going with Shadow is for the best for now but not as his ally as nobodies ally. He's alone.

Shadow makes an effort to soothe Vio's anxieties. In his own way of course. He just assumes Vio's got butterflies lmao.

Pushing down Vaati not so casually. XD

Vio starts to pretend outright here. Making his choice that he and Shadow aren't pals.

Vio knows what he's doing right now is cruel but decides it's what he "Needs" to do.

Haha sounds like our Vio.

He realizes he just doesn't go about things the way Link would, or how the rest would.

He also dampens his expectations. He doesn't know the other's situations. So he assumes they're all fucking dead and he can't rely on them lmao. He really feels alone. Cutting himself off when he realizes the very idea they could be alive is an optimistic idea considering he knows ONE of them doesn't have their sword from Shadow's sly remark.

Diving into head cannons again: Feel like he'd be more worried if he knew for sure in this moment it was Red. X'D Cause like: I combed through the manga awhile back, Vio seems to have the best relationship with Red out of all of them? When I was seeking for "moments where Vio was touched by someone else other than Shadow" I noticed he pats Red lovingly on the head and is the one to save Red from getting crushed by the eye monster. We don't get like, VERBAL interactions from them but from the context clues I'd say Vio got along with Red the most.

Vio ended up in the most direct danger in the woods, Link waltzed into the pyramid Shadow didn't put him in there so that doesn't count. X'D I'd say Blue was in the 2nd most dangerous position considering the elements could kill his ass.

Vio's going off his own experience here on if he thinks the others are okay.

"I am surrounded by idiots" taken to the extreme.

"but even if I'm the only one here I'll still do what needs to be done"

Real Mikasa's speech after losing Arin from the Struggle for Trost arc vibes I realize. X'D

False confidence at best and lying.

He dampens his own desires just to do what needs to be done. His devotion to Zelda more important. Saving Zelda all that matters.

I really wanna dive into Vio's relationship with Zelda. (Feel like it'll be more prominent in the stories AFTER FSR's main story if we get that far sadly agh.)

[yooniesim]

First off, I don't think you're the troll blog, but they ARE somebody right here among us. They even admitted that they got a shout out on simblrpositivity, as their main account, and then of course made fun of it. This is the quality of people we're dealing with, and it's actually scary to post anything even though they're blocked because people are submitting other people's sims/accts to them.

Yooo really? I mean, they could always be lying about the simblrpositivity thing in order to get people riled up and witch hunting. Beware of that, because it's definitely a tactic trolls use. But it's no doubt someone either active here or just actively a simp. You can tell according to who they insult and who they seem to like (they deleted the asks of them simping over a few specific simblrs for example, but the internet is forever). It's disgustingly easy to track these "anonymous" blogs that way, if you pay attention, especially because this one is just plain stupid. They delete a lot cos they're terrified of someone finding out who they are and connecting their bigotry to their real account (they've already deleted a ton of anti-black comments, transphobia, and ableism), or of anyone just bucking back up at them. That's why they block anybody that talks back to them and delete everything they ever said about that person. Once they get discovered, everyone is going to know what a bigot they are, which they're clearly very afraid of. They're the one that's scared, love- and they should be.

I know it seems scary to potentially become a target, but honestly, they are not scary. What are they gonna do, give the same tired "they're ugly" insult and Billie eilish pic? Make up some other lame comment with absolutely no bite? Make themselves look stupid, then delete it within 24 hours when they realize it just made them look like a fool? They got no comebacks, no cleverness, and no (metaphorical) balls. They're weak and terrified, and no one here needs to have any fear of them. And it's the same with the anons submitting stuff to them- they're all weak little bitch babies that couldn't ask for ketchup at McDonald's, but get all brave on anon. And as soon as they sniff out who this person is, they're gonna get torn apart just like the people they're insulting, and this person is gonna whine and cry about how this community is filled with opinion-nazis or some shit. Seen it a million times. Every other blog like this in the past was eventually outed, along with a lot of people that supported them- I remember the apologies some simblrs had to give over it. And as soon as they were outed, the big strong "honest" blogs lost all their teeth and ran with their tail between their legs. Because they're all spineless dogs with absolutely no power at the end of the day.

What I suggest to you is- don't let them have power over you. They're nobody. If they insult you, so what? That says more about them than you. You got more bravery in your little toenail by putting yourself and your art out there, despite their hate, than they do in their entire body. It takes nothing to put on a mask, hide your name, and insult people. That's the easiest and most spineless thing in the world to do. What takes real guts is putting everything you have out there and doing it proudly, with your whole chest. That's "honesty". And I can guarantee that if you do that you'll get far more love than hate. That's the type of attention they crave, but can never get because their personality is rancid and their ass likely unwashed, so they've resorted to getting negative attention instead. That's what happens when you have no emotional intelligence and refuse to socially age past kindergarten. You become an emotionally stunted loser. Don't let a weak, insignificant little bug of a person like that get to you. Because at the end of the day, you're better than they are without even trying.

[vforvolatile]

“You knew what you were doing the second you set foot in this place wearing that,” his voice a low drawl of inspired lust.

“Oh yeah?” V hums in feigned contemplation as she sits on the bathroom sink, wearing a tight, silver dress that barely covers anything it should.

“Oh yeah.” Johnny steps closer, exhaling a cloud of smoke that V takes a deep breath out of.

She isn’t much of a smoker herself, but the aroma of it is delicious when mixed with the near inebriating scent of the other. V spreads her legs for him as he approaches, extinguishes the cigarette against the porcelain, and grabs onto her toned thighs, one in each hand.

“You know what you do to me, right?” he whispers in her ear before biting at the lobe of it.

“No,” she teases, “Tell me.”

“How ‘bout I show you instead?” His hands, one cold and one hot, crawls further up her skin, building excitement and wetness between her southern lips.

She sighs with elation and waits patiently for him to discover-

“Oh. Oh you dirty girl,” he murmurs low and heady, his thumb running down across the landing strip that guides him straight to her clit. “No panties, huh?”

She shivers as he draws circles on top of that bundle of nerves. “Johnny…” V sighs and turns her head in hopes of meeting his mouth.

But he keeps his kisses away from her mouth no matter how much she wants it. “How did you like the show?”

Typical him, wanting a compliment and praise, if only others knew how needy he actually is beneath that rock star glamor.

“You were fantastic,” V whines just slightly from the sensation between her thighs.

“Was I?” His thumb rubs faster.

“Y-yeah,” she can’t keep her voice down, people gathering in the backstage area can no doubt hear her just slightly if they pay attention to it. It sets her soul aflame. “You’re a fucking rock star, Johnny.”

“Fuck yeah I am.” He moves down her neck as she tilts her head backwards to allow him better access.

“A rock god.”

“Mhm,” he agrees and bites just slightly at her throat, making her let out a light, breathy moan.

It’s no secret that V has a bit of a voyeuristic trait. From fucking against the window of their apartment, to some dark and dingy backalley, to the green room’s couch, and now also the bathroom attached.

The next band has taken the stage, and their less impressive music beats against the walls. Voices of eager fans fill the air between the two, and it excites V beyond compare that at any moment anyone could just wander in, whether it be a member of Samurai, a stagehand, or a frantic fan who’s managed to sneak in.

She looks to the unlocked door, wishes it was just slightly ajar so people had a better idea of what was going on as Johnny bites her neck then apologetically licks the marks.

“God you’re soaked,” he says, bringing her back to his attention.

“You do that to me,” she chuckles and looks at him, trying to meet his shielded gaze.

Most people would probably prefer to be able to see their lover's eyes, but not being able to properly guess where he’s looking makes it all the more exciting. Is he staring her straight in the eyes? Is he appreciating how the strap of her dress has fallen down, exposing her breast? Or is he looking at himself in the mirror behind her?

He takes all the fun out of guessing as he leans down to gently close his teeth around a sensitive, perky nipple of her tit, and she lets out a row of “Ah’s” as he pulls on her skin.

Heat builds fast beneath her skin, flourishing by her crotch as he masterfully massages her clit. Might be the guitarist in him, but Johnny’s amazing with his hands; so attentive and meticulous.

She grabs a fist full of black hair. “Johnny…”

And he comes up for air, his breath hot against her lips as he responds, “Yeah baby?”

“Oh, don’t stop.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it.”

Again he refuses her a kiss, something rare and to be cherished, but she has learnt at least some patience when it comes to the softer things with him. He doesn’t cuddle, he doesn’t kiss (usually), and he seldomly goes gentle with anything, but the way he touches her right now seems to be an exception to that rule. If there is one thing he cares about, it’s pleasing his partner, and, “Oh, fuck,” if he doesn’t do her justice.

“I-I’m close!”

His silver hand cups and pinches one breast whilst his mouth moves on to the second one, a master at multitasking, which again might come from being a musician, might come from practice, V doesn’t care about any of that, only her quickly building orgasm that will soon wash over her like warm waves of euphoria.

“Fuck, Johnny, fuck!”

And she howls, like a bitch in heat, as it crashes through her system, making her eyes roll back as she knits her brow and grabs on to the edges of the sink to try and stabilize some. As always it is a most wonderful experience being with Johnny, whether rough or caring, she wants it all.

“Good?” he smirks all cocky and self-confident. 

V laughs toward the ceiling from where she threw her head back, and turns to look at him. “Yeah, good.”

“Good.” He steps away, leaving empty and cold air between them, but the way he sucks his thumb clean of her juices can only mean one thing. “Stand up.”

She does as instructed, landing on her heels that makes her almost as tall as him… almost.

“Now turn around.”

Again she doesn’t question it, if anything it only excites her further, her throbbing clit still eager for more delight. In the mirror she can see how he turns his head down, appreciating her firm ass that he slaps without pause, causing V to let out a shocked and pleased yelp.

“Am I that ugly that I must be punished?” she jokes, well aware of how desirable she is, especially to him. But doesn’t expect for him to disagree with her question.

“Quite the opposite,” he says, one hand softly caressing where he left a red handprint on her ass cheek. 

Johnny then leans in, reaching over her shoulder to knock twice on the cracked mirror to activate the reflective parts of it.

“I want to see all of you.”

V looks in the mirror and knows he’s meeting her gaze where she can’t help but bite her lower lip.

He takes to it well, putting a hand on her shoulder and pushing till she bends forward, hands grasping at the sink to keep her steady. With confidence beyond anyone’s years he steps in between her spread legs and slowly lets a warm hand slip over the soft mound of her ass, lower and lower till he reaches her hole and unapologetically thrusts in two fingers.

“Aah, mmh,” V moans and tightens her grasp around the edges of the porcelain sink.

Johnny twists and turns his fingers inside of her, eliciting plentiful moans and pleas for more, which he answers with teasingly light thrusts into her wet cunt. 

“You really went my entire performance without anything on underneath,” he says all matter-of-factly. “Someone might have noticed.”

“Ohh,” she whimpers, not so secretly hoping that someone did notice. He goes knuckle deep and her arms tremble with it all as she lets out a, “Fuck!”

“You didn’t think how that would make me feel?” There’s a shift in his tone, something meaner and more… “Did you hope I’d be jealous of any lucky fuck getting a glance at your pussy?”

She has to bring up a hand to press against the wall from tipping over as he sets a punishing pace with now three fingers, which only amps up the overflowing ecstasy that drowns all her other senses.

With his silver hand he pulls her hair, yanking at it till her head tips backwards so that he can growl in her ear,

“You’re mine, get it?”

She moans louder than ever before, thighs quivering, the burning white heat inside of her reaching its zenith.

“Say it!” he demands and pulls at her hair again till her neck starts hurting in the most wonderful of ways.

“I’m yours!” she shouts back between overzealous moans. “I’m yours, Johnny Silverhand.”

V knows how much he loves hearing his name dripping from her erotic lips. And just as she’s seconds away from cumming, he moves away to quickly pull himself out of his pants that have barely left his hips. He doesn’t give room for pause before he’s close to her again, sliding into her dripping wet pussy and sets a fast pace immediately, as if he’s already close himself to bursting.

She doesn’t contain her moans as he pounds her, both hands on her hips for better and faster leverage with a brutal momentum. Eyes screwed shut she focuses on how his lengthy cock slips in and out of her, massaging every muscle inside and hitting that one spot so perfectly she’s a mess of an orgasm seconds later.

But he doesn’t slow down, instead he ramps up the speed, chasing his own high and using her to reach it, grunts and groans slipping out every now and again; he’s not very vocal once he gets to the actual fucking, but teases aplenty before it.

V doesn’t mind though, she loves how crude he is, like a rock star should be, taking all that he can and giving all that he is back, too. They both live for an audience.

Among moans, whimpers and coos, she dares bring a hand down between her slick thighs, hoping to not tip over as he mercilessly rails her. She presses two fingers against her clit and tries to match his beat in hopes of a third orgasm, which she luckily finds soon, and as her insides tighten and clamp down on Johnny’s buried cock, he groans out,

“Arrh, shit V, fuck!”

And it doesn’t take more than that to undo him; a tight, wet pussy and a pair of great hips to cling to and he is finished.

The exhilaration soothes out into bliss as they pant and gasp for air in the humid bathroom that only grew hotter during their fucking. 

He stays inside her for a time, bending over to rest his sweaty forehead against her shoulder, and for a moment she’s all that’s keeping them standing still, arms stretched out toward the sink.

But that moment passes quickly, and she lets out a well pleasured moan as Johnny pulls out of her to zip up his pants. He then lifts up her skirt some, admiring how his cum drips out of her onto the floor and runs down her leg.

“You should probably clean up,” he says, adjusting himself in his pants. “Don’t want you ruining the seat of my car.”

“How thoughtful,” she chimes far too cheerfully, but V is always in a great mood after a good fucking.

“Yeah, well, that’s me, mister thoughtful, now come on, let’s get home.”

“Why are you in such a rush?” 

“What? Did you think I was done with you?” He grins.

[zipzin]

Stolen Hope - Also on Ao3

Fandom: Legends of Tomorrow, Arrow (TV 2012) Rating: Gen Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Sara Lance/Ava Sharpe Characters: Ava Sharpe, Sara Lance, Team Legends Additional Tags: Season 3, Crack, A little bit of hurt Summary: If she's lucky, the Legends won't notice her, but when has Ava ever been lucky.

Ava hears them before she sees them. Sara, Nate, and she guesses a miniaturized Ray enter into the museum atrium outside the Hope Diamond exhibit wearing the most absurd fashion. Nate is wearing a black t-shirt that is both too tight and with sleeves too small, while Sara is wearing a bright blue suit jacket, complete with shoulder pads and teased hair that Ava is pretty sure she’s the only one that can pull off. They can make fun of her pantsuit all they want, but at least it is discreet.

Any idiot could spot them in a ten mile radius.

Her eyes narrow when Sara spots her, a manic grin on her face as she waves goodbye to Nate and strides over next to Ava.

“If it isn’t my lovely fiancee.” Sara calls a little too loudly.

“Shut up,” Ava hisses out, “What are you doing here? And we are not fiancees. We can’t even be married in this time period.” Can’t she have a little bit of respect for the timeline? Did she forget she traveled to 1989?

Sara clutches her chest, “You wound me. You accept my marriage proposal and then try to deny it ever happened.”

“Do you want to create another anachronism?”

“Oh relax, people will just think we’re joking. No one pays attention to anyone else.”

Ava huffs, “And why are you here?”

“Did you fall down a couple flights of stairs recently? Obviously we followed the anachronism here.”

“But why this one?” Ava hates the whine in her voice.

“I thought you’d miss me,” Sara grins. “Don’t want my fiancee running off.”

“You’re impossible.”

“But, I can be impossibly in love with you.” Sara says and then flushes red, “I mean, we can work together on this one since we’re both here.”

“Fine.” Ava grits out, “Only because I don’t want you and your team completely screwing this up. This is an extremely delicate situation.”

“It’s only a level 3,” Sara bristles.

“The anachronism is from the future, we have limited information on what capabilities they possess, the only known is that they possess a gas that knocks people out, and in some cases kills them.” The anachronism had only registered because the only one killed had been some random actor who was still a child.

“We’ll be good,” Sara promises.

Ava had her doubts, “Where’s the rest of your team?”

“Amaya and Zari are on the ship,” Sara confirms, “Firestorm is working security, Mick is lingering around the entrance, and Ray and Nate are trailing Hayden.”

“Hayden?”

“The actor that dies?” Sara frowns.

“Right,” Ava nods. “That guy.”

“Are you sure you didn’t fall down some stairs?” Sara takes a step closer to her and Ava feels her face flush.

“I’m fine,” she insists.

“You didn’t read the target’s name?”

Ava scoffs, “Like you guys read, you just have the robot tell you everything.” And so what if she’d skimmed past the actor’s name, it wasn’t like that was really relevant. It was obviously a random attack.

“AI,” Sara corrects, “And it’s name is Gideon.”

“Whatever.”

“This is why she doesn’t like you,” Sara says, “I know you know her name.”

“Gideon.” Ava repeats as she rolls her eyes. “Happy?”

“No-” The rest of Sara’s retort was cut off by what Ava figured was someone talking through the comms. “Thanks Jax. Stay in position and let me know if there’s anyone else weird. Mick, trail him.”

“What?” Ava bumps her, “What are they saying?”

Sara’s eyes dance, “Hmmm.”

“Lance,” She bit out.

“It’s Captain.”

“Captain Lance, what did your team say?”

Sara smirks at her, eyes dancing across Ava’s face, “Suspicious person just entered the museum, Jax and Stein tagged them during the security check. Mick’s following and Nate will meet up with him.”

There’s a maintenance hallway through that door,” Ava nods towards the white door just to the left of them.

“Okay, so lead them there. I’ll follow your lead.” Sara relays their plan over the comms.

“Come here,” Sara then drags her against the wall.

“What are you doing?” Ava hisses.

Sara rolls her eyes, “We need to get into position. And look inconspicuous.”

“Oh right, two women, it’s totally inconspicuous in this time period.”

“Ava, gay women have existed forever and it’s 1989 in Vancouver Canada, we’re not exactly in Salem. And, no one is going to be paying attention to us. Which is the point.”

Sara adjusts Ava’s hands so one was just above her butt and the other was wrapped around Sara’s shoulders. “Now, act like you enjoy spending time with me.”

“I’m not a professional actor, Lance.”

“Ha ha,” Sara deadpans.

Sara’s body presses into hers, fitting smoothly despite their height difference, and Ava feels her face burn. It wasn’t hard at all to stare into Sara’s bright blue eyes and pull Sara into her.

“The man will be here soon.” Sara whispers into her ear, hot breath cascading a shiver down Ava’s spine.

Sara leans back, and Ava sees her eyes dip down her face. She absentmindedly licks her lips. Her wrist buzzes and Ava slams her head against the wall.

“He’s here.” She mutters.

“Where?”

Ava glances at her Time Courier, the readout displaying the presence of future tech in the direction of a man with a bulky backpack and bizarre looking sunglasses. “There.”

Sara nods first at her, and then at Nate who was hovering in the hallway that leads away from the Diamond. The man took two more steps forward and Sara spun.

In one moment, Sara was leaning up against her, and then next she was twirling towards the man and putting him in a headlock. Ava barely has time to open the door and Sara shoves the anachronism inside. Ava lets the doors shut behind them.

“The fuck?!” A man’s voice sounds.

“It’s over,” Sara says. “Come quietly and you won’t get hurt.”

He kicks out, a leg connecting with Sara’s knee and she releases him with a forced whimper. Ava reaches out to grab him, when he pressed a button on the side of his glasses. A metal mask slides down and covers his face, and he points his fist at Sara.

A cloud of white gas hisses out, and Sara falls to her knees, holding her neck as she begins choking. Ava comes on the other side and punches his jaw. The mask crumples like foil and he drops his hand. Immediately, the gas stops and he runs, sliding underneath Ava’s attempts to grab him and races out the hall.

Ava catches Sara as she falls face forward, and turns her over. Her skin is rapidly paling and her breathing is raspy and hollow as one of her hands claws at her throat. Ava places her hand on her chest, and after a moment feels the dull thud of Sara’s heart. Each beat gets progressively slower.

“Fuck,” Ava mutters.

Ava picks a twitching Sara up, noticing for the first time the museum alarm was blaring. The man had disappeared. Ava peers through the doors, and nods for Nate.

“She’s out cold,” Ava says as he runs over, “We need to get her back to your ship. The suspect-”

“Ray’s tailing him, he got the diamond.”

“What?!”

“Um, yeah, not important, let’s go.”

Not important? Ava held back the urge to yell at him, because they need to get out of there. “Let’s go through here,” Ava says, nodding at the maintenance hallway. The atrium was quickly filling with security guards.

“Let’s go.”

Ava hardly remembered getting back to the Waverider, but suddenly she was standing next to Sara as Professor Stein hooks her up to the medical bay.

“How’s it look, Gideon?” Jax asks.

“The gas is shutting down her lungs,” Gideon comments, “I am counteracting that and will push it out of her system.”

Everyone nods with an air of relief.

“That’s it?” Ava asks as she stares at the screens on the wall. She wasn’t sure where she was supposed to look to address Gideon.

“That’s it, Agent Sharpe,” Professor Stein says sharply.

Ava bit back a huff, “Alright, understood.” Sara looks so small where she rests in the chair illuminated by a faint, blue light. The twitching had stopped when she’d first been strapped into Gideon’s system and now her chest slowly rose and fell.

“Ray’s trailing the guy,” Nate says, “He’ll come back once he knows where the guy’s holed up.”

“Good.” Ava mutters, “We won’t be able to memory flash everyone who was at the museum, but once we get the diamond back we can replace it.” Everyone but Mick nodded, “And then the museum can scramble for an explanation.”

“Is that okay?” Zari asks, “Aren’t we supposed to fix it?”

Ava sighs, “We lost the chance for precision. The museum can take care of the fallout.”

“Sounds good.” Amaya says.

“Now what?” Mick grunts.

“We wait for Ray to return.” Ava answers. Mick nods and exits the med bay followed by Amaya and Zari.

The screen above Sara starts to rapidly beep. “Gideon?! What’s happening?” Professor Stein commands.

“Captain Lance’s heart accelerated as I purged the last of the toxin from her system.” Gideon answers. The beeping stopped.

“Is she alright?” Jax asks, a touch of panic in his voice.

Sara’s eyes twitched open and everyone held their breath, “Aww, did you guys miss me?”

“You know we can’t do this without you, Captain.” Professor Stein’s hand fell away from his heart.

“Captain Lance, the toxin is purged from your system.” Gideon announces.

Sara grins at Professor Stein. She still looks a little pale as her eyes roam the small crowd that was in the medbay. She frowns, “Ava, you’re still here?”

“Your fiancee was just organizing us.” Jax adds.

Ava froze as every eye trunks to her, “Glad you didn’t die.” She settles on.

Sara shoos the rest of the Legends away from the medbay, “Me too.”

“The anachronism got away but I damaged the mask he was using. I don’t think he’ll use the gas again, but we should be careful.”

“We?” Sara repeats.

“Well, I, um,” Ava sputters.

“You can go back to the Bureau, we have this handled.” Sara says, fiddling with the chunky wrist strap, “I’m fine, Gideon said so. No more toxin.”

“But-”

“Go.”

Ava’s jaw clenches, “Goodbye.” And with a snap of her wrist opens a portal.

She paces around her office as she checks the anachronism map again and again. It was now a level five, but hadn’t changed since she’d arrived. The Legends hadn’t blown up anything.

Yet.

“Ava, hi,” Gary pokes his head in, “You seem really tense, can I get you anything? Coffee? Juice? Water? A massage?”

“No!” Ava yells at him, “I’m fine!”

He quivers back, “Okay, sorry.”

Ava massages her temples. “Wait, Gary, sorry.” She sighs. “You know the Legends, they just make me so, ugh-”

Gary nods, “angry.”

“What?” Ava frowns, “No. They can never do anything cleanly! Did you know they were at my anachronism today?! Sara gets hurt and then kicks me out of the mission!”

“She can do that?”

“No,” Ava grit her teeth, “I just let her do that! How could I? That undermines everything the Bureau stands for!” She fiddles with her Time Courier, ready to open a portal back onto the Waverider, and takes a deep breath.

No, she wasn’t going to go crawling back to Sara fucking Lance.

The anachronism map beeps and Ava races over to, cursing to herself when it is just a notification about a situation in Japan.

“You know,” Gary says, “I have some paperwork I forgot to complete.”

He backs out of her office.

“Okay, fine Gary.” She restarts her pacing.

The door opened again not long after.

“What is it Gary?” Ava grumbles.

“Do I look like Gary?” Sara laughs.

Ava whirls around and frowns, “Who let you in here?”

“Gary.” Sara smiles as she rounds Ava’s desk and takes a seat in her chair. “Comfy.”

“What do you want?” Ava asks, fingers itching as Sara picks up one of Ava’s pens and begins to twirl it around her fingers.

“I was going to ask if you wanted to join us on our mission? Ray’s back with the ananchronism’s hiding spot.”

“Are you allowed to go out?” Ava asks.

“Why do you care?”

“I’m not having someone die on my watch due to medical negligence.”

“I’m fine,” Sara says, eyes rounded, “Gideon gave me the all clear.”

Ava frowns, that wasn’t convincing at all. “Fine, I’ll come.”

If she didn’t then the Legends might end up killing their Captain.

“Excellent,” Sara grins and pulls Ava over. She grabs the wrist with the Time Courier.

“Hey!”

A portal is already opening and Sara motions in front of her as if to say, ‘after you.’ Ava bites down a growl and walks through.

It leads to a dusty warehouse, with fading sunlight barely illuminating it. The rest of the Legends crouch against some rotting wood and tarps.

“She came.” Mick grunts out. “You owe me twenty bucks.”

“Later,” Jax hisses.

“Alright Legends, let’s get hope back.” Sara says.

“Ugh,” Zari says next to Ray, “That was terrible.”

Nate grimaces next to Ava, “He’s in that room.” He points at what Ava could only assume used to be a breakroom.

Sara nods at Jax, already merged with Stein, to stand next to the door. “I’ve got your back fiancee.”

Ava doesn’t mean to yell, “I am NOT your fiancee!”

There is a beat of silence.

Whoops.

The door bursts open, the man holding a gun and his arm up. The mask is still extended down his face, but there’s a stripe of duct tape where Ava cracked it.

“Great.” Sara sighs.

“Sorry.” Ava mutters, though it was doubtful anyone heard her as gun fire peppers through the air.

The group ducks down, as Mick and Jax return fire. Ray takes off flying and adds some barrages of his own. Ava peeks out, as the man swung his gun up to try and hit Ray, and sees that he was beginning to fill the room with the white gas.

“He’s risking the gas.” She says to Sara.

Sara nods, “Firestorm, fly up with Ray, continue firing.”

Ava and her creep around to cover his exist, and with two well placed volleys, Firestorm and Ray had him on the ground. Ava races over and secures him, pulling out the Time Bureau issued handcuffs and handing them to Sara. She clanks them on without ceremony.

“Um, good work Legends.” Ava says.

“Did she just say good work?” Nate mutters.

“Always happy to provide our services,” Sara says with a smirk.

Ava drags the man up by his collar and nods as Sara pulls out the Hope Diamond from his backpack. “I’ll take him back, you can return that,” She gives Mick a hard look and then salutes them, opening a portal to the Time Bureau as she turns.

The portal snapped closed behind her. A salute? Ava groans to herself and shoves the man towards the holding cells.

“Are you against marriage?” The man asks.

“What?”

“You hated being called a fiancee-”

“Oh shut up!” Ava says as she passes him off to another agent and memory flashes him.

Please, she prays, let the Legends never show up at one of her anachronisms again.

[petersbaby]

Eddie x Shy!reader

(Friends to lovers)

Part 2

Warnings: smut (sex), fingering, choking, use of word daddy (just once)

Here it is >:) this is longer than the first part.

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Weeks later, you were in Eddie’s bed watching tv with him. You had been dating for a little while and it had been perfect.

You grew incredibly close and you trusted him with everything in you. There was something, though, that wasn’t exactly out in the open.

You hadn’t gone beyond kissing in the time you were together.

He automatically assumes it’s just because you’re shy and that you’ll open up to doing things when you get comfortable enough, just like you did with talking.

That was part of it, sure, but definitely not the whole reason.

If you’ve ever heard anyone say that the quiet ones are always the freakiest, they were telling the truth.

You wanted intimacy with him, just didn’t want the gentle vanilla kind he assumes you do. You just can’t figure out a way to say it, because how do you even bring that up?

“Whatcha thinkin bout, princess?” He asks as you drift away in thought, no longer paying attention to the screen.

The real answer was that you were thinking nasty things, perverted thoughts and desires. Head in the gutter and clouded by build up sexual frustration.

The answer you give him was that you were just daydreaming.

A few minutes go by, and your lips find his. You were just going to go for it, try to be really normal.

You had to do something about the ache that spread in your lower stomach whenever you’re around him.

You pull him closer by the collar of his shirt, kissing him deeply. You were so needy and excited that it should’ve realistically embarrassed you, but you had no shame.

“Hey, you know we don’t have to do anything, right? Don’t do anything you don’t feel comfortable with because you think that’s what I want.”

“I want it. Please.”

“Okay.”

He takes that and shifts to be on top of you, hovering over your body as he kissed you hard. You ran your hands beneath his shoulder, roaming them all over his abdomen and back.

The skin on skin contact was so nice, you tugged at the shirt to tell him you want it off and he obliges, giving you a good look at his beautiful stomach and chest. You reach out again to touch him, soft fingers across soft skin.

You end up snaking your hand all the way down his body to meet the erection he had been rubbing into you for a while now as you kissed. You take it the best you can from outside his jeans and squeeze lightly, running your fingers across the length of the outline.

“Fuck, you’re gonna kill me.” He says desperately into your mouth as you were just exchanging saliva at this point rather than romantically kissing.

He breaks away, bringing his lips to your ear briefly and then down your neck kissing along it.

When he sucks on the sweet spot between your neck and shoulder, you let out a moan that you didn’t give permission to slip out. It was just automatic. He pulls your shirt off of you and continues, your hands reach up to tangle in his hair.

“You like that?” He asks, continuing on your neck, licking and nipping at the skin.

“Mhm. Harder.”

He sucks again, this time without a doubt creating a dark purple mark. You squirm and whine at the feeling, a fire inside you.

When he sees you wiggling, he takes a hand and reaches down to where you need it.

“Mmh, fuck.” You remark, breathlessly.

You reach down to unbutton your jeans and slide out of them, ready for his hand to come back to its rightful place but with less barrier. Once it does, he curses under his breath.

“So wet, my god. All for me?”

You nod desperately. He rubs you like this, through your panties for a while and getting you relatively close in the process.

You were desperately grinding against his hand absentmindedly.

“Hey, I’m not going anywhere. Tell me what you want and I’ll give it to you. It’s okay.” He assures, and you relax.

“Fuck, I don’t know. Something, please.” You ask him desperately still. He pulls your panties over to the side and slips a finger inside you which is a great relief but not enough.

“More”, you whisper, and he adds a second. His long fingers go deeper inside you than your own could ever reach and they feel incredible.

You brought his head back to you, to let him bite all along your collarbones. You continued to encourage him to make marks on your soft skin, with him asking “you sure this doesn’t hurt?” And you replying “I want it to.”

You kiss until your lips are numb and you want the rest of his clothes off. He slips out of his pants and boxers in one clumsy movement, returning to you.

“Holy shit”, you look down.

He just chuckles. He’s big and he knows it.

“Please.” You ask, not knowing a better possible word to say in this situation.

“I think I should finger you some more, play with you. I don’t know if you’re ready for me yet.”

“I’m ready, Munson.”

“Fuck, okay then.” He starts to push in and the feeling is immediately euphoric on both ends.

“So goddamn tight.” he says, and you bite your lip in response.

You watch his face as he enters you, the pleasure becoming more and more visible in his expression.

Propping himself up with one arm, he uses the other to reach for your chest and squeeze it ever so gently as he still hesitates to give you the whole thing.

Your hand reaches to his, settling over it and squeezing hard with your hand so he’d know it’s okay.

After a moment is spent on your breasts, you look up to capture him in a kiss again while you guided his hand from your chest up to your throat and squeezing it as well, just like you did with your tits.

“Jesus H Christ.”

You let go of his hand and pull away slightly, taking a minute.

“Sorry, you don’t have to do that. I got carried away a little, I think” you tell him, laughing nervously.

“You don’t think I love this shit?” He asked, applying pressure to the sides of your throat.

“Mmh.” You can only moan now as he restricts your airflow and you start to see stars.

He pushes the rest of himself in, feeling you stretch to accommodate his dick.

“SO fuckin’ tight, baby.”

Your mouth falls open, your brain barely being able to comprehend all the pleasurable feelings you’re experiencing right now. He uses his thumb and pointer finger to grab your chin and keep your mouth open.

You look up at him, in the eyes, and make a guess as to what he was about to do.

You stick your tongue out in anticipation, and he lets a glob of spit fall from his mouth to yours, which you swallow immediately with no hesitation. You were right.

“Fucking hell. So good, you’re so good.” He praises. He picks up the pace, fucking harder and faster and you can only just cry and whimper.

Your eyes barely felt like they could open all the way, in so much bliss.

You suddenly had an idea; you started to change positions for him as you get on all fours, lowering your top half down to the bed as your ass sticks up in the air with your back arched as hard as it can be.

The curly haired and now sweaty boy came behind you to enter again while squeezing your hips and ass so hard his nails were leaving marks.

He had a feeling you liked that, and so he raised a hand to bring it down onto your ass, slapping it red with a rather loud sound.

You moaned at this, confirming his suspicions that you’d like that. He takes you from behind as you relish in the feeling for as long as you can.

“Turn back around, wanna see your pretty face again.”

Once back in missionary, you think he’s getting close but holding it until you get your own orgasm so you reach to where your two bodies meet and start to rub your clit while he fucks you with ferocity, immediately tumbling toward the edge of relief and then off of it.

He can feel you squeeze around him, gushing a little at the same time. You had your hands on your tits, holding them still from bouncing too much as he fucked you hard.

“Fuck, I’m close.” He comments and you wrap your legs around him. He looks confused, almost panicked. “You want me to…”

“Mhm. In me, please, daddy.”

Immediately it was over.

After that sentence, he filled you to the brim with his hot cum, fucking it as deep inside of you as it could go.

He was a moaning and groaning mess, muttering obscenity such as “oh my god, oh my fucking god” and “Jesus fucking Christ.” and lastly, simply: “holy shit.”

“Sorry.” You giggle, as he collapses beside you, out of breath.

“I think you fuckin’ killed me.”

“Nope, I definitely didn’t because you’re still talking to me right now” you smiled, looking over at him as his eyes drifted shut.

“So sweet. Definitely not innocent, but still sweet. Pretty baby.” He says, leaning over to kiss you on the forehead as you melt inside.

[feralkat]

Plot request? Transmasc pregnancy, erotic birth, giving birth in public, a stranger jacking off watching it. Bonus points if you want to do Omegaverse. First time doing something like this lol

Yesssssssssss. And I can def do omegaverse! I did this a bit differently and played around with POVs so it's actually in the POV of the 'stranger' so I hope you like it!

Word Count: 2,185

Characters Used: Scout (OC, transmasc Omega) & Chase (OC, also a transmasc Omega)

WARNINGS: transmasc character giving birth, orgasmic birth, clit-rubbing while crowning, voyeurism, Omega/Omega relationship, vaginal fingering (not with the one giving birth, though). I do use AFAB terms to describe the characters' genitalia. If this makes you uncomfortable or dysphoric I suggest skipping out on this one. However, @ftm-hole if it is something that bothers you please lemme know and I will switch the terminology up and re-post it for you!

If it weren't already obvious this is a birth/labor fetish fic so if you are a minor or not into that then DO NOT INTERACT. You have been warned.

If you are an adult and into this stuff then please enjoy 😏

A quiet, low groan caught the Omega's attention, making him look up from the book he had been reading in search of who made the noise.

It wasn't hard to figure out which of the scarce few train passengers had, though, as Chase's eyes landed on a heavily pregnant Omega a couple of rows away, cradling his protruding stomach as his face scrunched up and twisted in pain.

He was cute, too. Dyed-blue hair, freckles, and a pair of dainty wire-framed glasses resting on top of his nose, not to mention the adorable belly that was obviously full of pups. More than one, if Chase had to guess.

And on top of all of that...

He was in labor.

Chase could smell it - now that he was paying attention - a very earthy yet oh so sweet scent tinged with fear and pain and...

Arousal?

Fuck, as if Chase wasn't already starting to get wet just knowing there was a pregnant Omega on board.

Soft pants, occasionally interrupted with the tiniest of whimpers, reached Chase's ears as the Omega slumped down in his seat a little more, squirming uncomfortably though obviously still holding back as to not cause a scene.

The musky scent of the Omega's arousal grew and Chase couldn't help but quietly move closer - just a couple of seats, trying to be subtle. Now, if he arched his neck, Chase could see how the Omega had his legs spread, one pulled up onto his seat, giving Chase a clear view of the damp patch on the Omega's pants.

Then, eyes pulled upwards as another soft moan left the Omega's mouth, Chase noticed how one of the Omega's hands was fondling his own swollen breast.

Chase was almost certain that all the blood in his body was concentrated in his fucking clit. It was so hard it hurt and Chase almost had half a mind to start touching himself right there.

The train came to a stop - Chase's stop - and for a few moments the Omega was torn between whether he wanted to actually get off and get home or...

"Ah!" the other Omega gasped and Chase looked back just in time to see a gush of fluid soak the laboring Omega's pants, dripping down onto the floor of the train.

That sealed it for Chase - he was not getting off this train, not yet.

The other couple of passengers did, though, leaving Chase alone with the other Omega.

"Oh no," the Omega whined, pressing his head back against the seat as his stomach tightened again.

By the little grunting sounds he was making and how his whole body was tensing, Chase had to assume he was already pushing.

It took every ounce of Chase's self-control not to shove his hand down his pants, clit throbbing at the display and slick no doubt making a mess of his own pants.

That self-control crumbled completely, though, when he noticed the way the crotch of the Omega's pants bulged slightly and he just couldn't help himself anymore.

It wasn't like anyone else was there... So Chase went to unbutton his pants - glad that he wore the more baggy cargo pants today as it allowed him room for his hand.

It didn't take long, two fingers stuffed inside of himself with his palm grinding against his hard clit as he watched the Omega struggling to give birth. As soon as he stopped pushing, though, Chase watched as that bulge slowly disappeared much to the Omega's distress if the high pitched whine he let out said anything.

Biting down on his lip, Chase's eyes fluttered closed as his orgasm washed over him. It took a lot for him to stay quiet while he worked himself through it, panting softly after he was thoroughly satisfied and coming down from the intense pleasure.

It was only then that he realized the train had stopped again - far too soon to be at the next stop - and that the emergency lights had come on.

"No, no, no..." the Omega whimpered, distress clear in his voice and in his scent presumably at being stuck on a stopped train while giving birth.

That triggered something in Chase - a more anxious, maternal feeling rather than the overbearing arousal that had been bothering him before - and there was no way he could just sit there and watch anymore.

Moving on instinct, Chase zipped his pants back up and hurried over to the Omega. "Hey," he greeted breathlessly, face still flushed and fingers still covered in slick but by this point he didn't really care and he figured the other Omega wouldn't even notice. "You're okay, I'm gonna help you, alright?" Chase soothed as the Omega's eyes snapped open to stare at him - wide and scared.

The Omega closed those gorgeous brown eyes again, letting his head drop back against the seat and whining softly again. Chase watched as his stomach tightened once more, deciding to wait on trying to get the Omega's pants off until after the contraction was done.

Instead, Chase knelt in the chair next to him so he could face the Omega and reached out to grab one of his hands - having at least half a mind to wipe his hand off on his own pants first.

"Breathe through it, sweetheart, try not to push yet," Chase instructed. "There you go, pant don't push. You're doing good," Chase praised as the Omega panted harshly. Even so, Chase could see the baby's head start to bulge the Omega's pants again despite him not even actively pushing.

Chase had to take a few deep breaths himself, face burning red as arousal pulsed through him again despite having already gotten himself off not even ten minutes ago. Trying to ignore that, Chase turned his attention towards the Omega's face as the contraction ended.

"Look at me, darling," Chase said, waiting for the Omega to tilt his head up and open his eyes again, "My name is Chase, what's yours?"

"S-Scout," the Omega - Scout - managed between heaving breaths.

"Nice to meet you, Scout - Can I help you take your pants off so we can get that pup outta you?" Chase asked.

A tortured whine came from Scout instead of an answer and the Omega squeezed his eyes shut again, tears escaping from the corners of them. "I-It keeps - ah - goin' back in," he complained.

"I know - 's probably because your clothes are in the way. Lemme help you get those off, okay?" Chase said, fingers already tucked into the waistband of Scout's pants as the Omega nodded his consent. "Lift your hips - just for a second so I can pull these down," Chase instructed, tugging the yoga pants down as soon as Scout lifted his hips enough. "Good boy," Chase purred before he actually looked down to see the Omega's labia bulging just a little. "Fuck," he couldn't help but breathe out, heart skipping a beat or three at the image.

Snapping himself out of it, Chase helped ease Scout's pants down his legs and then completely off of him. "There we go. Now - uh - here, can you turn to face me? I can't really get to you like this," Chase said, he'd been able to get Scout's pants off but it would be difficult to catch the pup with how he was facing.

"Maybe," Scout squeaked out, slowly and carefully shifting in his seat as Chase put the armrest that was between them up for better access.

As soon as Scout settled - back leaning against the wall of the train, one leg bent and foot flat against the seat while the other was on the floor to keep his thighs spread as much as possible - another contraction came.

"You can push now, Scout, don't hold back anymore," Chase told him when the Omega started to pant through it again. "I'm gonna touch you, okay? Just some pressure to make sure you don't tear," Chase said as Scout pushed and he saw the baby's head start to appear again.

He didn't bother waiting for an answer this time, the Omega's perineum already stretched thin and the baby wasn't even at a full crown yet. Chase pressed his hand right underneath Scout's bulging labia, hoping it would be enough to keep him from tearing.

Even without the clothes in the way, though, the baby still slid back as soon as the contraction was over. Not quite as much as before, though, head still visible between puffy lips.

And, fuck it all, Chase was going to Hell for how his body reacted to the drawn out, frustrated moan that Scout let out.

"I know, I know - It's okay, you're doing so good," Chase praised, his own voice shaking a little. "Looks like you've got quite a big pup there, 's good that it's coming slowly," he said.

"Hurts," Scout whimpered, and Chase's heart ached for him.

"I know, sweetheart, but you're doin' so fucking good," Chase said, swallowing hard as a thought crossed his mind. "You want me to distract you a bit? I - uh - I saw you earlier, touching yourself, so -"

"Please," Scout moaned, surprising Chase with how quickly and easily he agreed to having a stranger touch him like that while he was giving birth.

Not that Chase was going to complain, not hesitating to bring his other hand down between Scout's thighs as soon as he got over his shock. The sighed out moan of relief as Chase pressed his thumb against Scout's clit made Chase's chest swell with pride at knowing he was actually helping.

And fuck, Scout was already hard when Chase started - clit swollen and wet from a mix of amniotic fluid and slick.

It made the hood of Scout's clit slide easily over the sensitive nub, soaking in all of Scout's little whimpers and the smell of arousal that became more present in the air. "That's it, darling, just relax and let me take care of you," Chase cooed, slowing his movements down when he noticed Scout's stomach tighten.

"No! Don't stop - P-Please," Scout moaned, desperate and pained.

"Okay, okay - I won't, it's okay," Chase soothed, going back to the pace he had set previously. "Push for me, sweetie. Just like that - such a good boy," he purred, watching as Scout's pussy stretched around the pup's head again.

It slid back just a little when Scout stopped pushing as the contraction ended, but it was still progress at the very least. "It burns," Scout sobbed, breathing quick and hard.

"Yeah, darling, it's gonna," Chase said. "Just try to focus on my hands 'nd how good that feels," he told Scout, pressing a little harder against his clit and smiling when the Omega let out a moan that was more pleasure than pain.

It went on like that for a while and Chase just kept his focus on the gorgeous Omega giving birth in front of him and trying to give him as much pleasure as possible as he slowly crowned.

And the baby's head was huge, it was no wonder Scout was having such a hard time with it.

It wasn't until Scout was cumming - finally, after being edged by his own body and the contractions that seemed to come on right as he reached that peak - that he managed to deliver the head.

Chase worked him through it, though, not stopping until Scout was gasping out a string of desperate pleas, saying it was too much.

"Fuck," Chase couldn't help but groan at the sight, his own clit throbbing. That would have to wait, though, because Scout was already pushing again and the shoulders were coming out much faster than the head had.

It only took one more hard push, a strained scream coming from Scout, for the baby to be born right into Chase's waiting hands.

He didn't hesitate to hand the pup over when Scout reached a shaking arm out for it, laying the baby on the Omega's chest so he could cradle her close as she cried.

"So, um... I couldn't help but notice you - uh - you're not mated," Chase said once Scout caught his breath and the pup's cries quieted down.

The Omega's face went red and he stared down at his pup instead of looking at Chase. "Do you have a problem with that?" he grumbled.

"What? No! I just - I - Uh... You... wanna go on a date?" Chase stammered, heart beating hard in his chest because, quite honestly, he'd mate this Omega right here on the spot if Scout agreed. "I mean, if you're okay with... uh... with dating another Omega, that is," Chase added sheepishly.

Scout jerked his head up to stare wide eyed at Chase, lips parting in surprise. "Um," he glanced down at the pup and then further down towards the absolute mess of his lower half before he looked back up at Chase. "Sure?" he squeaked out, as if he wasn't sure if Chase was fucking with him or not.

"Awesome," Chase chuckled breathlessly. "Um. First let's, uh, let's get you home," he said as the train finally started to move again.

[xiao-isms]

Hello I just recently found your Sub Xiao things and oh my god thank you for the food 😍😍 If ur taking requests, Reader with a strap on with a dildo that can vibrate, and Xiao taking it ? 👀 Multiple orgasms would be fun, but anything you write is excellent so I don’t mind where you take this 😳

— dirty.

character. xiao

content warnings. multiple orgasms, semi dirty talk, verbal humiliation, cum eating, a little bit of cross-dressing. note that reader does have a strap-on but i tried to make it as gn as possible !

word count: 1.7k words

voicemail. agshs thank u sm anon! i really liked writing this one so i hope you enjoy <3 ps sorry if the ending is rushed, i recently started uni so ive been superrr busy lately

you slid a hand up xiao’s milky thigh and underneath his blush pink pleated skirt with a mischievous grin on your lips. halting for a moment, you took the opportunity to squeeze that soft, meaty flesh that you loved so dearly, pressing wet kisses and angry red hickies across his skin. once satisfied with your work, you pull away and lift your head to look the mighty yaksha right in his now watery eyes and archons, you doubted even the lord of geo himself would believe you if you told him how pathetic his war-hardened adeptus looked at this very moment, all from a few simple touches. the sight was laughable, really; his hard cock protruded from his pretty little skirt, precum already beginning to stain the garment, accompanied by a face so flushed you swore you could see steam emerging from the top of the other's head. you grabbed the man by his chin and yanked him forward. "you're fucking disgusting." the words came out a bit harsher than intended but xiao, oh xiao, he loved it. he loved it when you made him feel absolutely deplorable; when you broke him until he felt like he couldn't be fixed. he didn't respond, just looked at you with hunger, like he was silently begging you to fuck his brains out.

you could feel a primal need rumbling from deep inside your chest. “does that turn you on?” you asked with a cheeky grin that only seemed to be getting larger by the second. the petite man whimpered in your tight hold, nodding ever so slightly but much too embarrassed to give a direct response. “how naughty of you, xiao. so shy, and yet so, so dirty.” you interlocked your lips with his, sliding your tongue in his small mouth as soon as you got the chance. it was messy and sloppy and it felt like xiao hadn’t kissed anyone a day in his life, saliva running down the sides of his pointed chin while his mouth hung open, completely pliant, but it was so hot. you were the first to pull away which only made the adeptus whine in a desperate, high-pitched voice.

“so needy,” you whispered in the shell of his ear, rubbing his sensitive sides. “you want it? you want my cock in you, pretty boy?” he makes a sound of affirmation, one that you can’t quite make out, but one nonetheless. xiao shouldn’t be acting like this, he knows he shouldn’t—he’s a yaksha, a seasoned demon slayer, and yet, whenever he’s with you like this, he just can’t seem to control himself. he thrusted his little hips into thin air with vigor in what seemed to be an attempt to get some kind of friction, something—anything—to soothe his aching, leaking dick. “ah, ah,” you hummed, gripping his waist so tightly you were both positive there would be bruises there the next morning. “the only way you’re going to cum tonight is with my cock plowing into your tiny hole.”

the way his face contorted slightly and his brows furrowed while fresh, blood-hot tears ran down his flushed cheeks only spurred you on further. you spread his legs as far as possible, yanking both his cute panties and tight skirt off, throwing it behind you without care. you haphazardly coated your fingers in saliva before inserting them inside your boy with newfound fervor, eager to fuck him until he couldn’t think straight and was unable to scream anything other than your name. he moaned and cried and whimpered as you pumped your wet digits in and out of his hole. the adeptus whined, he was so close, so close, but he desperately wanted to be good for you-- and there's hardly anything that he wouldn't do to achieve that, even if it meant holding back his own orgasm. you scissored your middle and index finger, adding a third once you were sure xiao was stretched well enough. soon, you were able to thrust your digits in back and forth freely while the other's body continuously spasmed and shook with close to unbearable pleasure.

too impatient to keep waiting to enter the small man, you pulled your fingers out entirely, the act ripping a loud wail from your lover. "wh...w-why'd you stop?" the words were slurred and almost incomprehensible—it sounded something akin to what someone drunken on sex would say, certainly not a powerful immortal such as himself. the question truly makes you wonder if he'd actually been paying attention to your previous statement or if he really was that incoherent already. how cute, you hadn't even started and here he was, a drooling, stupid mess. you didn't respond, instead opting to press your lips against his, thrusting your tongue deep into his mouth once again. whether or not he understood you before didn't matter, the night would end the same way: with xiao becoming an inchoate husk of a being, only able to give as much pleasure as he received.

quickly, you fastened the harness onto your waist, clicking the straps in place. the plastic toy connected to the o-ring of the strap-on was useful in more ways than one; you knew the both of you’d love it as soon as you saw it. slowly—or, as slowly as you could, patience thrown to the wind long ago—you slid inside of your boy with ease, his breath hitching in the most adorable ways. you smirked and wrapped your fingers around the small device that activated the dildo. “are you ready?” before the man under you had a chance to answer, you clicked the 'on' button, the sex toy whirling to life. for a second, you thought you could see hearts in xiao’s teary, amber eyes. he looked so, so beautiful like this; spreading his legs and moaning for you like a cheap hooker. nimble fingers landed on his waist once again, allowing your hips to slam against the meat of his thighs. his mouth hung agape in shock at the sudden movement, whimpers and whines spilling from those pretty, swollen lips. "a-ah! mmph, p-please go s—oh!—" the words seemed to have fallen dead on his tongue due to a particularly well aimed thrust, hurling him forward. every little movement felt so good, like he was on cloud nine, and oh god, don't even get him started on the way the pseudo cock vibrated in him, making his head go blank with overwhelming lust. he could feel that familiar heat stirring in his abdomen, his eyes rolling to the back of his head.

"mm, 'm gonna cum, ooh, g-gonna cum, p-please!"

with one more rough, domineering push of your hips, he came over the newly washed bed sheets. you slowly came to a stop and slipped your fingers over the head of his now softening sex, swiping away a hefty amount of your lover's seed and putting it towards his face. "open.” you demanded, inserting your moist digits in his mouth. his red, puffy lips wrapped around them, lazily licking you clean. "good boy," you praised as you pulled your fingers from him. "do you like that? you like eating your own cum like a filthy whore, hm?" he didn’t respond, apparently much too fucked out to even nod. you pulled the man’s cheeks together, leaning down and pressing the tip of your nose to his own.

“i asked you a question.”

his mouth opened slightly at the deep, commanding tone of your voice; he was trying to answer you, he was trying to be good, but his mind was so fuzzy he could hardly breathe. with much struggle, he moves his head up and back down. the action was hardly noticeable with how subtle it was, but you took pity on the poor yaksha, placing a kiss that he felt was almost too gentle considering the current situation. you heard a whimper erupt from xiao and a small, close to inaudible humming sound could be heard within the quiet room.

oh.

you had forgotten about that.

the adeptus trembled underneath your form with overstimulation. he feared he was going to cum again, untouched; he could feel it in the way his dick was beginning to harden again, the way the muscles in his stomach churned and tightened in the most delightful ways, ways that made him feel lightheaded and painfully aroused. you were silent, watching your lover’s face scrunch up with a glint of pure lust clear in your half-lidded eyes. you begin to rock your hips back and forth again, only moving a centimeter an inch this time. xiao couldn’t stop thinking about how good you felt inside him, how his slick walls clenched and unclenched around your barely moving cock, making the smallest squelching noises.

it was all so filthy.

with that thought, the warm coil in his lower body burst and he was positive that he was seeing stars from how hard he’d just orgasmed. it was ego-boosting, really, knowing that only you could touch him like this, look at him like this. you hummed, increasing the pace of your thrusts until xiao was crying and incoherent, garbled whines falling from his mouth. “s-sen—o-oh fuck!” tears clouded his vision as you abused his prostate, taking advantage of that sensitive spot inside him. with heavy breaths, you leaned down to look at him directly, the smell of sweat and sex prominent on both of your bodies. “you’re such a good boy, xiao,” you commended between grunts and quiet moans. you brushed his messy hair back so you could see the pleasure on his flushed face, planting kisses on each of his cheeks. he keened at the attention, throwing his arm over his face to hide from the embarrassment.

“you take my cock so well, such a brave boy.” you knew he loved to be showered in praise more than anything, even more than he loved to be pinned down and degraded. he felt as if he’d cum at any second, the way the silicone toy felt inside him was more than exhilarating and your occasionally words only added to that addicing feeling. nimble fingers wrapped around the base of his dick, hard and dripping precum, preparing itself for its third orgasm. you finished him off with just a few strokes, his small form twitching with overstimulation. you slowly came to a stop and cupped his red face with your hands.

“what am i ever going to do with you, baby?”

[bloody-bee-tea]

Selfish Gift

Happy New Year, may 2023 be softer for all of us.

Happy Birthday

Nie Mingjue wakes up to kisses being dropped all over his face and he figures that’s a pretty perfect way to wake up. He smiles before he even opens his eyes and he gets rewarded for that by a soft kiss to the lips.

“Morning, birthday boy,” Jiang Cheng whispers, right before he snuggles in close again and Nie Mingjue slings his arms around him and buries his smile in his hair.

“Morning,” he roughly gives back with a very content sigh.

They stay like that for a few minutes before Nie Mingjue tries to get a look at the clock. Granted, this is only his second birthday with Jiang Cheng but last year they had visitors over for brunch and Nie Mingjue would hate to get caught like this by anyone.

“What are you doing?” Jiang Cheng grumbles, clearly half asleep again and Nie Mingjue drops an apologetic kiss to the top of his head.

“Shouldn’t we be getting ready?” he asks and Jiang Cheng huffs.

“No.”

“No?” Nie Mingjue repeats and he can’t deny the little sting that gives him.

He had thought that with Jiang Cheng now by his side his birthday would be different but maybe he was a little bit hasty in his assumptions.

“Stop your worrying,” Jiang Cheng immediately says, lifting his head to glare at Nie Mingjue before he reaches out to smooth out the little wrinkle that no doubt formed between his eyes. “Huaisang and your friends will be over for lunch. Late lunch. Potentially early dinner.”

It’s enough to already make Nie Mingjue laugh again, though he still doesn’t completely understand.

“So no brunch?”

“Oh, we’ll be having brunch. Late brunch, potentially, because I am just too comfy.” He snuggles deeper into the bed as he says it and Nie Mingjue has to admit it, he’s right. It is really damn comfy.

“Alright,” he agrees and pulls Jiang Cheng into his arms again.

“We both have the day off on your birthday. Usually that never happens; it certainly never happens for me. But I’m intent on enjoying as much time with you as I can today, and so we’re going to stay in bed until we feel like eating and we won’t get up a minute before that. Huaisang and your friends can have you after a lazy start in the day,” Jiang Cheng explains and presses a kiss to Nie Mingjue’s collarbone. “Good?”

“Perfect,” Nie Mingjue replies, because really, what else is there to say for him.

Waking up with Jiang Cheng in his arms, having all the time in the world for a perfectly lazy, cozy morning is already one of the best birthday gifts Nie Mingjue could wish for and he hopes to always spend his birthday like this.

“Mh, good. More dozing then,” Jiang Cheng decides and pats Nie Mingjue’s pec, before he clearly drifts off again.

And Nie Mingjue stays awake a while longer, simply to bask in the moment but eventually the warmth of the bed and the warmth of the beloved body in his arms makes him drift off as well.

Nie Mingjue wakes up again when Jiang Cheng tries to wriggle out of his grasp.

“No,” he almost whines and Jiang Cheng laughs, which is enough to make warmth unfurl in Nie Mingjue’s belly.

He does love it so when Jiang Cheng laughs.

“Let go of me, you oaf,” he chides him, the mirth still evident in his voice and Nie Mingjue petulantly shakes his head.

“No, come back here, I was warm and comfy.”

“Your stomach was growling,” Jiang Cheng informs him, and now that Nie Mingjue pays attention to something else than Jiang Cheng he notices his hunger as well.

“Still no,” he then decides and Jiang Cheng gently bonks him on the head.

“Let me up so I can prepare brunch for the birthday boy,” he says and then leans over Nie Mingjue to check the clock.

Nie Mingjue takes the opportunity to press as many kisses to Jiang Cheng’s shoulder as he can.

“Lunch, more like,” Jiang Cheng then says with a sigh. “So early dinner with the family,” he decides and moves away from Nie Mingjue much more forcefully now.

“Come on, let go of me,” he laughs out when Nie Mingjue clings to him as hard as he can and Nie Mingjue shakes his head, though he can’t quite hide his smile.

“I was warm.”

“And now you’re not,” Jiang Cheng sighs out, even as he puts the blanket back around Nie Mingjue. “Let me make lunch. You stay here and keep the bed warm and then we can eat in bed, how does that sound?”

“Dreadfully lonely,” Nie Mingjue decides after a long moment and sits up, still keeping a hand on Jiang Cheng, simply because he can.

“I’ll be just in the kitchen,” Jiang Cheng says even as he shakes his head, so he clearly knows he already lost this.

“I think I would enjoy staying with you in the kitchen more than being alone in bed,” Nie Mingjue tells him and leans in to capture Jiang Cheng’s lips in a kiss.

“You know you don’t get to help, right?” Jiang Cheng asks, just to make sure, as if Nie Mingjue would ever dare to help in the kitchen ever again.

He learned his lesson with that one very early on in the relationship.

“But we’d get to spend time together,” Nie Mingjue shoots back and he can tell the exact moment Jiang Cheng gives in because his face goes all soft.

“Fine. Fine, you win. Come on then, before the rumbling of your stomach wakes the entire world.”

Just as he says it his own stomach grumbles very audibly and Nie Mingjue can’t help it, he simply has to burst out into laughing.

“Shut up,” Jiang Cheng hisses, a charming blush on his cheeks and Nie Mingjue steals yet another kiss.

He thinks if he gets to kiss Jiang Cheng forever, he could die a very happy man.

“Lunch is not only for me then,” he then decides and finally swings his legs out of bed.

It’s not really cold in his apartment but it is noticeably colder than in bed and a shudder runs down his back even as he gets up and quickly puts on some socks.

“You do not get a choice on what’s for lunch today,” Jiang Cheng informs him as he pulls on one of Nie Mingjue’s sweatshirts and Nie Mingjue’s heart feels so full that he’s almost afraid it’s going to burst right out of his chest.

“Alright, my heart,” he softly says and takes Jiang Cheng’s hand in his, loathe to stop touching him even just for the short walk to the kitchen.

“Sit and behave,” Jiang Cheng orders him when they reach their destination and Nie Mingjue very obediently sits, but he already knows that he won’t be able to do the second one.

Jiang Cheng clearly knows what he’s going to make for them because he strides through the kitchen with purpose, but every time he passes by Nie Mingjue he gets stopped for a kiss or five.

“Stop that,” Jiang Cheng huffs out after the fourth time it happens but Nie Mingjue only smiles unapologetically at him.

“You shouldn’t look so kissable then,” he tells him and steals another kiss before Jiang Cheng can find his words.

“I’m in a sweatshirt,” Jiang Cheng complains, clearly not understanding what could possibly be kissable about that and Nie Mingjue nods smugly.

“My sweatshirt,” he explains and Jiang Cheng sighs.

“Okay, fair,” he then allows and leans in for one more kiss before he hurries back to the stove.

Nie Mingjue doesn’t think their food is burning—not yet—but he knows not to take it too far. Jiang Cheng can be quite furious if things in the kitchen don’t turn out like he wants them too and Nie Mingjue is not aiming to ignite his anger today.

Still, Jiang Cheng has to suffer through a kiss every now and then and going by the small smile on his face whenever it happens he’s not suffering too much.

Nie Mingjue is so lost in his own bubble of happiness that it takes him much longer than it probably should have to notice that Jiang Cheng gets more nervous the closer their lunch is to being ready.

“Is everything okay, my heart?” Nie Mingjue asks, because he can’t help the little stab of worry in his chest even as Jiang Cheng smiles at him.

“Yes, everything is fine.”

It doesn’t quite seem fine to Nie Mingjue but Jiang Cheng readily leans in for kisses even after this, so Nie Mingjue simply hopes that it can’t be that bad. And that Jiang Cheng will tell him when he’s ready.

It seems that moment arrived when he puts Nie Mingjue’s plate in front of him, because instead of sitting down Jiang Cheng tells him “One moment,” and hurries out of the kitchen.

Before Nie Mingjue can even ask what’s going on Jiang Cheng is back already and he has a white envelope in his hands.

“Happy birthday, my soul,” he says as he hands Nie Mingjue the envelope and he pulls him in for a heated kiss and still, Nie Mingjue can tell that he’s nervous.

“What is this?” he asks once they part, weighing the envelope in his hands and it’s clear that there’s something solid inside.

“A bit of a selfish gift,” Jiang Cheng gives back, almost rushed and now that makes Nie Mingjue more curious than ever.

Jiang Cheng is not one to be selfish, so Nie Mingjue opens the envelop as fast as he can. And he blinks, just a little bit confused, when a key falls into his hands.

“I already have a key to your apartment,” he says, turning a questioning glance at Jiang Cheng, who is pressing his lips together as he nods.

“Yes, you do. It’s more of a—” he cards his fingers through his hair, clearly looking for some courage and Nie Mingjue immediately reaches out for him. Jiang Cheng takes his hand and even gives him a small, fleeting smile for it. “It’s a symbolic gift, I guess,” Jiang Cheng finally finishes his previous sentence and Nie Mingjue nods, even though he doesn’t quite understand.

“For what?” he asks, fearing that dragging this out for much longer would only make Jiang Cheng more nervous.

“I want you to move in. With me. It doesn’t have to be my apartment, or yours—we can look for a new one if you want—but I just. Move in with me.”

“Yes,” Nie Mingjue immediately says with no hesitation at all and he honestly couldn’t imagine a better gift than this. “Of course I’m going to move in with you, my heart, wherever you want.”

“Yeah?” Jiang Cheng asks as if Nie Mingjue’s answer comes as a surprise to him and Nie Mingjue simply has to have him in his arms right this instance, so he gets up, pulling Jiang Cheng up along with him.

“Come here,” he whispers as he pulls Jiang Cheng into his arms. “I love you. I love you so much, you have no idea. Of course I want to move in with you. That’s the best birthday present ever,” he mutters into Jiang Cheng’s hair, who presses even closer at his words.

“I know we didn’t really talk about it yet—” Jiang Cheng starts as if he still has to explain himself, as if Nie Mingjue is not over the moon about this.

“My heart, stop. Yes. I already said yes. There’s no need for you to worry. I love you. Of course I want to live with you. I want to spend every morning with you like today.”

“I doubt we’ll always get the luxury of staying in bed for this long,” Jiang Cheng whispers even as he leans back to look with sparkling eyes at Nie Mingjue.

“I don’t need that luxury,” Nie Mingjue tells him as he cups his cheek. “I just need to wake up with you in my arms every day. That’s all I want.”

“You are such a sap,” Jiang Cheng whispers out and it doesn’t sound at all like a complaint. “I want the same,” he then admits and buries his face in Nie Mingjue’s chest again. “Of course I want the same.”

“I love you,” Nie Mingjue tells him because what else is there really to say.

“I love you,” Jiang Cheng immediately gives back and by the time their stomachs remind them of the reason they are out of bed, their food is cold.

Jiang Cheng grumbles about that a bit, clearly thinking cold lunch is ruining the day for Nie Mingjue but he couldn’t be more wrong about that.

Nothing could ruin the best day in Nie Mingjue’s life.

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[realcube]

OVERHEARING SOMEONE TALK ABOUT THEIR S/O

characters ♡ baji, mikey & mitsuya

tw ♡ insults (in reference to the reader), violence & robbery 

KEISUKE BAJI 

♡ baji never mentioned that he was dating you to anyone in toman

♡ in fact, he hoped that none of them even knew about your existence, because that would only lead to trouble; and he was correct

♡ he was simply taking a puff on his stationary motorcycle, when members of the division started to filter into the parking lot that he was currently trying to relax in

♡ usually he’d try to ward off strangers so he could enjoy his time alone but he knew these guys from toman, so he allowed them to stay as long as they’d keep their voices down and not bother him

♡ most of his attention was on his own thoughts, but it was immediately redirected when he heard your name brought up in their conversation

♡ only your last name, so he wasn’t even certain whether they were talking about you, but still his interest was piqued 

♡ “they are on shift friday night, the only one left at eleven,” one of the guys explained, gesturing to his bat with a wicked smirk, “we’ll break in then. i’ll drive getaway.”

♡ “what if they call someone? shouldn’t we wait until they’ve left?” another suggested but was quickly corrected.

♡ “once they lock up the security system activates and it’ll be impossible to get in without alerting the cops. so we may as well bust in, handle them, and then steal the bikes.” 

♡ baji cringed, since he was certain that they were talking about you —since you happen to work at a motorcycle shop on friday nights — he hated to think about what they meant by ‘handle’.

♡ “now stop askin’ stupid questions.” the same guy scoffed, twirling around his bat, “i used to work there, idiot, obviously i know what i’m doing.”

♡ the group of six all laughed at the one poor guy who asked the question, and baji did too

♡ he laughed at the irony behind how they were calling each other idiots, when they were all the ones talking about auto theft in broad daylight, and discussing doing unspeakable things to a person, when their boyfriend was standing in ear-shot with a bat and a motorcycle ready 

♡ he did give them the benefit of the doubt in the latter aspect though; how were they supposed to know that y’all were dating when you are never seen spending time with each other?

♡ baji suddenly felt bad; it dawned on him that perhaps he had been neglecting your relationship as of recently. of course, it wasn’t with poor intention, in fact he thought he was taking the moral course of action by avoiding a situation where you are harmed because of his ties with toman

♡ however, being in a gang was no excuse to be a bad boyfriend, he figured 

♡ for now, the least he could do was take care of these guys to save you the trouble 

♡ but perhaps that wasn’t his brightest idea, he realised as he stood amongst the dejected bodies scattered across the ground, “i know you are all alive, so consider this a warning.” baji chuckled at the grunt one produced as he kicked him aside to head back over to his motorcycle

♡ before he left the area, obviously he stole all the cash he could from those guys, which gave him enough to buy the thing he had been eyeing for you

♡ though it took him a while to get his hands on it, it left him with the perfect opportunity to give it to you 

♡ “oi, open up!” baji hollered as he pounded on your door; if baji wasn’t such a bruiser, you would’ve thought he was dying 

♡ “what!?” you hissed, throwing the door open to reveal your frantic state.

♡ you were half angry at how loud he was being, and the other half at how he has been ignoring you for the past two weeks and finally decides to show up just as you were about to leave for work, in fact, you were running late for your night shift

♡ “no need to rush.” baji said, an odd sense of sincerity in his voice as he motioned for you to stop putting your shoes on, “you’re not going to work today.”

♡ you simply laughed, ignoring him and gathering your stuff to leave, “and why is that?”

♡ “well,” baji started, rubbing his chin for effect, “these guys from toman plan on robbing the place tonight. i did give them a warning, but they might still do it. and you know i just want you to be safe.” he said with a mischievous grin, as you both knew there was no way your shop was getting robbed tonight, unless the dudes wanted to try it with both arms broken 

♡ “so did you just come here to tell me that, or is there something else?” although you tried to hide it, baji could tell by your subtle flustered expression that you were thankful

♡ “i found this.” he lied, cupping your hand to lift it and drop in a gold bracelet, “one of the guys had it on him.”

♡ you gasped, taking the bracelet to examine the fine details, and noticed how it had a small crystal heart attached, “yeah, i’m sure a member of toman just so happened to be wearing a charm bracelet.”

♡ “i never said he was wearing it!” baji spat, swiftly snatching it from your hand and holding it above his head, “i can pawn it if you don’t want it.” 

♡ “i like it, though!” you said, reaching up for it, only for him to grab your wrist and put it on you 

♡ “then forgive me for not hanging with you.” he muttered, angrily clipping the bracelet through furrowed brows, while you leaned in to plant a kiss on his forehead 

♡ “it’s fine. i forgive you.” you couldn’t help but snicker at his word choice of ‘hanging out’, which resulted in you getting a swift flick to the forehead

♡ but before you could whine, he quickly followed it up with a kiss <33

MIKEY 

♡ one day he was visiting mizo to find takemichi and he happened to walk passed a group of guys talking about how one of them planned on asking out a person from a different school 

♡ at first he didn’t pay much attention since it was none of his business after all, until he heard that the person’s name and description just so happened to match yours 

♡ so like any good boyfriend would, he halted and told draken to grab takemichi while he listened in 

♡ as he gained more insight into the situation, he learned that the person happened to go to the same academy as you and had the same bus schedule too 

♡ it didn’t take a genius to figure out that the person they were talking about was you 

♡ as it turns out, the guy who planned on asking you out had your bus times memorised so if he was able to run fast enough, he would be able to reach your stop before you got on the bus, which is when he will ask you out

♡ or at least, that is what he hoped would happen if everything went smoothly and there was no unexpected interference from a group of delinquents

♡ mikey had many options on how to deal with this situation

♡ he could ask you to take a different bus, he could do nothing (because he trusted that you’d reject the guy either way) or he could beat them up right now to save himself the hassle later

♡ however, he decided to go with a more peaceful approach 

♡ he continued eaves-dropping until everyone besides the lover boy had left, so he could have an amicable one-on-one conversation with him — definitely no threats involved — and advise the guy to stay in his fucking lane and never go near you ever again, kindly. 

♡ when the day of the proposal arrived, mikey paid you a surprise visit after school and offered to walk you to the bus-stop; not because he was afraid that the dude might confess, but rather since he had booked you both tickets to the movies!

♡ but once you both arrive at the stop, you were greeted by the guy standing there holding a measly bouquet of flowers, looking quite taken back by the fact you were with someone else; even though mikey had done him the courtesy of explicitly telling him to back off 

♡ though he must’ve not got message despite the hand-holding, and he obviously didn’t recognise mikey, otherwise he probably wouldn’t have continued to confess, albeit with quivering limbs and a black eye

♡ but before he could even stutter out a greeting, mikey hissed at him, “what the are you doing?” yet the guy only replied with a shrug

♡ upon observing the interaction, your eyes widen as you turned to look at mikey, “do you know him?”

♡ “never seen him before in my life, dear.” he smiled sweetly, but it was ineffective; you already knew he was lying as soon as he called you ‘dear’. 

♡ “(y/n)!” the guy yelled, trying to catch your attention, but only shaking even more as your gaze fell on him, “i was going to ask you, if—”

♡ mikey let out an exaggerated yawn, widely outstretching his arms to distract both of you, “this has been fun, but we’re running late for the movie.” 

♡ “but i’m not fin—” the poor boy was once again interrupted by mikey waving him goodbye, grabbing your hand and swiftly guiding you around him, back on the route to the cinema

♡ before he even got the chance to cry another plea, you had both already disappeared around the corner 

♡ once mikey had dragged you both far enough away from the bus-stop, you began your interrogation, “seriously, who was that? and what was he trying to say? did you give him the black eye?” you had to stop to take a deep breath, “also, you said the movie would start in the evening!”

♡ mikey brought your hand up —which he had a tight grip on — and kissed the back of it gently, “my bad,” he chuckled slightly, a mischievous grin playing on his lips, “i forgot to mention him. i met him a few days ago and he was planning to ask you out so i politely informed him that you were taken.”

♡ “for some reason, i don’t believe that last part.”

♡ he snickered, “and yeah, the movie starts in the evening so we’re not running late. but he wasn’t taking the hint!” he whined while clinging to your arm, as if you were going to run away from him at any second, “forgive me?”

♡ “sure, whatever.” you sighed, rolling your eyes as you watched his expression light up, “but next time, mind your own business! i could’ve just said no, instead of you beating him up, or whatever you did.”

♡ “noted.”

MITSUYA TAKASHI

♡ during his time as the second division leader of toman, he’s overheard all kinds of stuff that he probably wasn’t supposed to; awkward small talk, plans to commit felonies, deep conversations, weed brownie recipes, discussions about health issues — the list goes on forever!

 ♡ however, one topic he has never heard any one ever have the audacity to speak about (within a ten mile radius of him), is you. even though, your relationship was public to toman. 

♡ your name was often kept out of people’s mouth since you rarely interacted with any of the gang members when you visited, hence they didn’t really have anything bad (or good) to say about you. none of them knew you besides the title ‘boss’ partner’. 

♡ so, that’s why mitsuya had to do a double take when he heard someone in his division mutter to the guy beside him, “why does his friend keep visitin’? it’s annoying. plus, they just sit and don’t talk to anyone besides ‘im. they must think they’re better than us or something.” right after mitsuya mentioned that you were visiting toman.

♡ he couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow; did that guy really think that he was being sly and quiet? by the look on his face, he seemed pretty self-assured. 

♡ “um, i heard you, idiot.” he hissed, pinching his nose and shaking his head as he watched the knucklehead stare at him dumbfounded, as if the whole room hadn’t heard him too.

♡ “don’t say shit like that. they don’t think they’re better than anyone.” he scorned, balling his fist and almost twitching with anger, fighting the urge to pummel that guy for the sake of his own reputation in toman

♡ and that impulse almost immediately dissipated as soon as you entered the room; his hand loosened and opened to cup your cheek

♡ he was as sweet as can be for the rest of the night, of course, and he still managed to send that dude daggers whenever he got the chance. 

[jamesbuchananxsteviegrant]

[AU, SMUT] What Are You? | Bucky x Steve x Reader

Category: AU, Smut (Mandatory) Age: 18+ Trigger Warnings: Mafia themes, derogatory language, intercourse Ship: Steve x Bucky x Reader Summary: Steve and Bucky Are Planning Some Work With a Client, But What Happens When That Client Doesn't Respect Their Girl? Request: N/A Contains Spoilers for: N/A Word Count: 2.6k

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Almost everyone knew - there was no doubt about that. Everyone should’ve known, at least, but those who didn’t pay enough attention… sorry for them.

Everyone who heard the sound of the heels clacking against the marble flooring would straighten themselves up as if the sound was coming from the men themselves.

Which men? Oh, which men indeed.

That’s not to say that the woman couldn’t have any kind of friendships with any of the men in the building - she does need a little bit of platonic fun here and there.

“Slow down, Aphrodite, you might chip the flooring.” A mocking voice calls from behind her. Despite it being from a familiar face, the other men still stiffen as if they were the ones doing wrong.

“You might shatter the mirrors if you look in them for any longer.” The woman retorts as she attempts to hide the grin that forms at her own comeback.

The man, however, doesn’t even try to hide his smile as he turns his strides into a jog to catch up with her.

“How do you even know how often I stare in the mirror? You spying on me?” Sam asks, the pair glancing at each other and both now smiling.

“So you admit that you stare at the mirror, and not just look at it?” The woman tactically avoids his question with her own retort.

Sam’s laugh echoes through the corridor they’re walking through. It’s quite spectacular really - some would mistake it for being a palace. A place where only the good-willed people reside. Almost a shame that it’s full of the likes of James ‘Bucky’ Barnes and Steve Rogers - the two men who own just about all the power there is in New York, let alone Manhattan.

“You know they’re not done yet, right?” The man quizzes, a content smile still on his lips as his hands rest in the front pockets of his black trousers.

The woman doesn’t respond, simply nods.

Sam catches it out the corner of his eye and simply shakes his head.

“You have a habit of interrupting their meetings.”

“And you have a habit of saying things that might get you killed one day.” (Y/N) answers, but her gentle smile admits that that’s not entirely true.

Her attire consists of a loose but very fitting crimson dress that sits mid-thigh, along with the matching red heels that are buckled around her ankles. A simple silver chain around her neck that has two small, but very expensive, black and red diamonds resting in the centre of her collarbone.

“Tell Steve that his car’s being valeted if he needs it anytime soon.” The man comments as he turns off down another corridor, different to (Y/N)’s route.

She simply nods again.

Why is it that she’s heading toward her husbands’ meeting? Because she’s interested in seeing how it will end. The man who has been persisting to speak with Steve and Bucky for the last sixteen months is desperate, to say the least. He wants investment in their three hotels that are situated across NYC, in Queens, Brooklyn and Manhattan.

She was the one who decided on where those hotels would be built, so she wants to see the man, John Walker, crumble as her partners’ pretend they care, only to tell him no.

It might seem like a waste of time but in reality, it’s to see how the man deals with hearing the word no, and whether Bucky and Steve need to deal with him.

“Ma’am.” Christopher greets as (Y/N) approaches the door of the conference room that her men are in.

“Chris.” She responds, nodding her head as he opens the door for her. “How’s it going, gentlemen?” The woman adds as she casually struts into the room, grabbing everyone's attention.

There’s a moment of silence as everyone turns to look at the woman who’s interrupted their meeting. Steve and Bucky simply smile as they take a moment to admire their wife.

“Excuse me?” John is the first to speak up and everyone’s attention turns to him, including (Y/N), who doesn’t seem phased by his evident frustration.

“You’re excused.” Her response is simple but ignites a spark inside of the man.

“Do you usually let whores just stroll around and cause inconvenience in their wake, gentlemen?” He asks, but his eyes remain on (Y/N).

The woman’s eyebrows raise, and a surprised but impressed smile etches its way onto her face. She says nothing. John stares at her with a quirked brow, waiting for a response from the two men his question was directed to, so obliviously aware of the fearful stares he’s now getting from everyone else in the room.

Bucky and Steve’s heads turned very slowly, in sync, back toward their guest, their smiles now distorted into that of pure fury.

“Would you like to say that again?” Steve speaks up first, John now turning his head toward the boss in curiosity of his sudden change of voice.

That’s when the man notices all the stares on him. His eyebrows furrow as he acknowledges everyone’s expression. His eyes flick from the other men in the room to Bucky and Steve, to (Y/N), and back to the two leaders.

He gulps.

“I said: Say. It. Again.” Steve enunciates.

“Come here, doll,” Bucky speaks up also, his eyes flicking from John to (Y/N) for a brief moment, his arm opening up and inviting the woman to situate herself on his knee.

The woman obliges, striding over to her husbands and letting the brunet’s arm wrap around her as she sits.

John’s eyes haven’t left Steve’s, too mortified to even blink, but he catches the action of Bucky and (Y/N).

Steve’s eyebrow quirks, reminding his guest that he’s waiting. And Steve hates waiting.

“I didn’t mean- I didn’t know she was- gentlemen, please, look, this is all a big misunderstanding, I just-”

“Called our woman a whore and an inconvenience.” Bucky finishes his sentence, his expression just as murderous as Steve’s, despite the soothing actions of his hand stroking his wife’s waist.

“I didn’t know she was your-”

“And you think that excuses it?” Steve interrogates. “You think calling any woman a whore is acceptable? An inconvenience?”

John gulps and the sound echoes in the room. His eyes flicker away from Steve’s for a moment to the woman herself, intentionally or not, but his eyes drop to the prominent cleavage on display.

Bucky smirks at the action that most definitely didn’t go unnoticed by himself.

“Sweetheart,” Steve begins, John’s attention darting straight back to the blond’s once more. (Y/N) hums in response. “Who do you belong to?”

(Y/N) bites her lip, core throbbing at the obvious dominance and possession of the two men.

“You and James.” She whispers, Bucky’s hand gripping her waist tightly at the use of his birth name.

The sweat glistening on John’s forehead is clear as day.

Knowing what’ll get everyone in the room riled up even moreso, (Y/N) turns herself around so she’s facing Bucky, sat on his lap, legs on either side of his body. Everyone else in the room keeps their eyes firmly locked on the glass table or the white ceiling.

A pleasant hum resonates from the brunet’s throat, his hands naturally adjusting to rest on her hips.

The moment John’s eyes flicker to (Y/N) once more and then drift down her back, a gun is cocked and metal is pressed firmly against the back of the man’s head.

The woman goes to turn her head around to see what’s happened but Bucky’s lips locking with hers prevents that from happening. She whimpers against his mouth and he absolutely adores it.

“Bend over this table for me, doll.” The man murmurs. “Let’s show Mister Walker what a proper whore looks like.”

The excitement that sparkles in his wife’s eyes makes his cock throb between his legs.

“Yes, sir.”

The pet name makes both men throb.

The woman stands up and turns herself around, making sure every sway of her hips is a show to be watched. Her eyes lock with none other than their security lead, Tony Stark, who’s holding the gun up to Walker’s head, as she bends herself over the table, dress drooping at the front to display her cleavage.

Tony’s eyes don’t even flicker away from her own. The staff in this building know better than to try and indulge in what is rightfully Bucky and Steve’s. John, however, sees this as a prime opportunity to stare at what he believes he’s being offered, his trousers getting tighter.

(Y/N) sees it. She finds is humorous.

Bucky’s hands slide their way up the backs of his wife’s bare thighs, pushing up the crimson material as he reaches it.

Her eyes flutter shut and lips part in satisfaction at the feeling.

“Tell us what you want, doll.” Bucky mumbles, sitting the bottom of her dress at the base of her back, grinning at her lack of underwear.

“Touch me.”

The explicit word that escapes John’s lips are heard clear as day and he knows it, face once again panicking as he looks back at Steve, whose expression still hasn’t changed.

“Where do you want me to touch you, princess?” James continues, not paying an ounce of attention to anyone else in the room right now besides his missus.

His fingers stroke the top of her inner thighs, seeing her soaking wet core already dripping down them.

“Want you to touch my pussy.” (Y/N) breathes, eyes flitting open barely a millimetre.

James presses soft kisses on his wife’s ass before sliding his middle and ring finger lightly over her slit. The action gets a mewl out of her.

Fifteen men in this room in total, only two of them can touch this woman yet all fifteen are dreaming about it.

“Move.” Steve states, prompting John to widen his eyes once more, but this time the words aren’t directed at him.

Bucky grins and obliges, removing his hands from his girl and stands up.

(Y/N)’s eyes open fully this time as she whines in complaint at the loss of contact, but a large smack on her ass distorts her whine into a large gasp.

“You’ll get what’s coming to you, sweetheart.” Steve states, manoeuvring himself so he’s stood directly behind his wife, Bucky casually pulling his own gun out of his inner blazer pocket and wiping it down with his hands.

John’s face stays facing Steve, but his eyes follow Bucky as the brunet moves behind him and out of his sight.

Tony takes the sign to back away and let his boss take over from here.

Steve has no shame as he unbuckles his belt, undoes his trousers and pulls out his rock-hard cock, stroking it with his hand a few times while his other hand returns to Bucky’s previous actions.

“You see that?” Bucky whispers in John’s ears, prompting the man to gasp and jump in his seat. He gulps again but remains silent. “I asked you a question.”

The man frantically nods, fearful for his life, and absolutely humiliated.

“You’re so wet, baby,” Steve murmurs, leaning down and moving her hair aside, kissing the back of her neck.

Before the woman can even respond, her husband thrusts himself inside of her in one go, (Y/N)’s back arching and moaning so loud that Christopher can probably hear outside the door, and Steve’s head being thrown back, his own moan equally loud.

Bucky almost loses his composure if it wasn’t for the fact that he knew not to falter when making sure a man like John Walker was wanting his woman.

“Fuck…” Walker whispers, lips parted as he stares at the woman in front of him being railed by none other than Steven Rogers.

“Keep watching because this is your death wish.” Bucky whispers, John’s eyes widening. “Does she look good?”

John nods his head almost desperately.

Her moans only get faster and louder as Steve fucks her.

“Remind him what you are, sweetheart?” The blond groans, grabbing the woman’s hair and pulling her head back so she’s more or less face-to-face with Walker alongside her other husband.

“A whore.” (Y/N) practically begs.

“Louder.” Steve demands.

“A whore!”

“I said: fucking louder!”

“A WHORE! I’m your whore, sir!” She screams, John losing it and standing up to lean forwards but a gunshot firing beside his head makes him stumble back down to his seat.

(Y/N) flinches are the known noise but settles quickly as Bucky strokes her face with the hand that’s not holding the freshly-fired weapon.

“Don’t you fucking dare move an inch toward our wife.” Bucky threatens to the man he’s leaning over.

John gulps but nods, not taking his eyes off (Y/N).

“Is she inconvenient now, Walker?” Steve asks, glaring daggers at the man. He only shakes his head, eyes only meeting Steve’s for a split second. “No?” He breathes. “Then what is she?”

The guest falls speechless, shaking his head as his eyes flicker between Steve and (Y/N).

“Hot as fuck.” He whispers, Bucky growling in his ear.

“Fuck!” (Y/N) cries out, desperate eyes staring at Bucky’s, who smirks at her state.

“Think our girl wants to cum, Steve.” He comments, John panting in his seat.

“Yeah? You wanna show this scum what a good girl you are for us, baby girl?” Steve grunts, not slowing down but rather speeding up as he too reaches his peak.

The woman’s head nods in desperation, face flushed as her eyes flicker across all men in the room, including Tony’s, who simply winks at her before removing his stare.

“Say it, doll.” Bucky demands.

“I wanna cum.” (Y/N) gasps, watching her brunet lover shake his head.

“Gonna have to do better than that, doll.”

“Please,” She begs. “Please, daddy. Sir. Please, let me cum!” Her voice screams, Steve grunting in response to the feeling of her squeezing his cock, milking him for all his worth.

“Cum, baby girl.” He permits. “Cum like the whore you are.”

And how she does.

Her scream could shatter glass, Christopher would be concerned if he hadn’t already established the differences between the woman’s fearful screams and her pleasure-filled ones.

Taking full advantage of Bucky’s distraction, John leaps forward to get a taste of the woman who’s almost passing out from the pleasure, but that’s the last move he makes as a bullet is shot through his back, knocking him down onto the table.

Tony doesn’t seem phased as he shakes the smoke from his gun, settling it back into his pocket.

Making sure the woman doesn’t collapse atop the, now dead, man on the table, Bucky holds her up while Steve sorts himself out before pulling her back across the table and into his lap.

“You okay, sweetheart?” The blond whispers, smoothing the hair out of her face.

(Y/N) nods but keeps her eyes shut as she rests against her husband’s chest.

“Words, baby.” He requests.

“M’okay.”

“That’s my girl.”

Two of the security men alongside Tony head over and remove the body from the room, Bucky asking for someone to clean up the mess whilst walking over to his two lovers.

“We okay?” The brunet murmurs, Steve smirking and nodding before both paying attention to their girl who’s still half unconscious.

“Does anyone else in the room have anything to say before we carry on?” Steve asks, everyone shaking their heads frantically. “Good, now leave.” And they do.

“You okay, baby doll?” Bucky whispers, cocooning her cheek with his hand.

The woman nods and manages to open her eyes.

“Yeah.”

“That’s our girl.”

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the bet || j.ww x reader

Summary: you help your boyfriend’s best friend win a bet against your better judgement

Warnings: swearing, lil bit of jealousy, light smut (18+) 

Word Count: 2.8k

A/N: originally posted on my tom holland fic account ( @wazzupmrstark )

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“Hey, can I ask a huge favor?”

You hoisted yourself up from your beach towel onto your elbows and pulled down your sunglasses to glare at the boy in front of you. You narrowed your eyes at him in suspicion. What could Kim Mingyu possibly want from you?

“What is it?”

He ran a hand through his still-wet hair awkwardly. “Um, the boys and I are about to play a game of volleyball, and we’ve bet some money on it…”

“Okay?”

“And, well, it’s me and Hansol against Wonwoo, Soonyoung, and Seungkwan. Wonwoo’s their best player and I was wondering if you could distract him? So that we have a better chance of winning?”

“Distract him… how?” you asked, not fully understanding.

“You know… whatever it is you do that drives Wonwoo crazy. He’s your boyfriend, I’m sure you know how to wind him up.”

“You mean you want me to get him hard during your game?”

Mingyu nearly choked at that. “Um, I mean pretty much, yeah. Just do something that will throw him off his game.”

“So you want me to help you guys cheat?”

“It’s not technically cheating.”

“I think your definition of cheating is much looser than mine.”

“So is that a no?” he asked.

You thought about it for a second. “Is there anything in it for me?”

“We’ll give you a cut of the winnings.”

You found yourself grinning. “How much did you guys bet?”

“Two hundred if they win, three hundred if we win. Basically whoever’s on the losing team has to cough up a hundred bucks.”

“Jeez, I can’t believe Wonwoo is risking that much on a stupid game.”

“Are you upset?”

“No, it’s his money he can do whatever he wants with it. I just think he’s a dumbass.”

“Not arguing with that.”

“Do you need me to remind you that you’re betting the same amount?”

“Fair enough,” he chuckled. “So you’ll do it? For a hundred?”

“Yeah, you’ve got yourself a deal.”

“Pleasure doing business.” Mingyu smirked and held out his hand for you to shake. You rolled your eyes at the formality but shook his hand anyway, just as Wonwoo came up to the both of you and clapped Mingyu on the shoulder.

“What are my best mate and my best girl talking about?” he asked, leaning down to kiss you.

“I wanted to go swimming, but Mingyu said you guys are about to play volleyball?” You piped up before Mingyu could say anything. Maybe you should’ve felt guiltier than you did about lying to your boyfriend and for what you were about to do, but hey, a hundred dollars was a hundred dollars . And if everything went according to plan, you’d be getting some good dick too. A win win.

Wonwoo frowned a little bit. “Oh yeah, sorry. Wanna play, love?” he offered. “There’s still some room on Mingyu’s team.”

You made a face. “What about your team? Can’t you make one of your other team members switch?”

He winced. “I love you, y/n, but you’re shit at sports.”

Any trace of remorse left over what you’d agreed to do dissolved in that moment. He fucking deserved what he was about to get.

“The stupid game is that important to you? Asshole,” you scoffed, and put your sunglasses back on before laying back down on the towel.

“Y/n,” Wonwoo whined, and crouched down next to you. “I-”

“Go play your fucking game.”

He stood back up, but lingered for a moment. You could tell he felt bad, but you weren’t having it. “Wanna go swimming after?” he asked in a quiet voice.

“Sure, whatever.”

You could tell he’d walked away when the shadow over you disappeared. You weren’t going to lie to yourself, you were a little pissed about the comment he’d made. Were you shit at sports? Yes, definitely, but could he have at least pretended to love you enough to be on the same team as you? Also yes. He should’ve known you were going to say no anyway.

While you were still fuming you hadn’t even realized the boys had started the game. Not even a minute in and you were already slacking on your end of the bet. You propped yourself back up for a moment to watch. You could see why Mingyu had asked for your help. Wonwoo and his team were dominating so far, and you couldn’t help but admire how fit your boyfriend looked as he served the ball to the other side of the court. You licked your lips absentmindedly, ready to pull him back to the car right fucking then.

You forced yourself to stop watching the game stood up from your towel, brushed yourself off, and began walking towards the water. You made sure to pull your bikini bottoms as far up your ass as you could in the process just to get Wonwoo’s attention as you walked past the volleyball net. Sure, you’d agreed to go swimming with him after the match, but you’d never promised to wait for him.

As you made your way down to the shore, you noted that not only Wonwoo’s head turned to watch you walk, but all five of the boys cast their attention away from the game and towards you. You glanced behind your shoulder for a second, and caught Mingyu’s smirk. He took advantage of Wonwoo’s lapse in concentration to spike the ball back over to their side and score a point.

You heard some yelling and protestation, but pretended to ignore it and continued to wade into the water.

It was warmer than you thought it would be, and deeper. There was a steep drop a few feet in that you might have tripped over if you weren’t careful. You only ended up staying in the ocean for a few minutes; Wonwoo couldn’t really get distracted by you if your whole body was submerged underwater. You weren’t there to swim around anyway, just to get your bathing suit wet so it would stick to your body.

You’d worn one that didn’t have pads in it so you knew that once you got out of the water the whole beach would be able to see your nipples poking through the fabric. You didn’t have a problem with that. Wonwoo might.

While you were down there you got your hair wet too, just for good measure. Might as well pull out all the stops since a hundred dollars were on the line.

You weren’t sure what the score was by the time you made your way back up to your towel, but you didn’t make an effort to ask. What you did know, though, was that Wonwoo was getting frustrated. Even from where you were you could see that his jaw was clenched and his brows were furrowed.

The opposing team seemed to be doing just fine though, and you stopped to watch them high-five each other after Mingyu scored another point by slamming the ball over the net onto Wonwoo side of the court.

“Damn, nice one, Gyu!” you called out from where you were standing, giving him a big smile and thumbs up. It was sort of dorky, not to mention a cheap shot, but if you knew Wonwoo as well as you thought you did, it’d be the perfect thing to rile him up.

“Thanks, y/n!” he shouted back and winked, ignoring the weird look Hansol gave him. “It’s about time you started rooting for the winning team!”

You struggled not to laugh when you looked back over to the other side of the court and saw all three boys scowling at Mingyu. You didn’t even know why he needed you in the first place, he knew how to push their buttons so well already.

Wonwoo’s fists were clenched now, and he looked this close to tackling his best friend to the ground. The two of you weren’t even flirting with each other, not really, but Wonwoo was the most competitive person you knew and it wasn’t always the best color on him. For you to be cheering for the team that he’s not on, and for that team to be winning- there was no doubt in your mind that he was royally pissed. Not to mention, that you just so happened to be cheering for his attractive best friend who may or may not have mentioned having sex dreams about you once or twice in passing.

It was good, but it wasn’t enough. Soonyoung made some offhand comment about how close the scores were so you knew you needed to keep going. You turned your attention away from the game again and lowered yourself down on your stomach on top of your towel and casually undid the strings of your bikini top to “sunbathe”.

If anyone asked it was so you didn’t get tan lines on your back, it was something that a lot of women did. In reality, however, you didn’t give a shit about tan lines, you just wanted to see how Wonwoo would react.

You pulled out your book to read while you tanned, tuning back into the game every once and a while to see how it was going. You could hear Soonyoung and Seungkwan yelling at Wonwoo to ‘pay attention’ or ‘snap the fuck out of it’ and smiled to yourself, excited for what was to come.

After several more minutes, your bathing suit was almost dry and you were starting to fall asleep on your towel. The volleyball game was taking way longer than you anticipated and you just wanted Mingyu and Hansol to win already. You didn’t have any other ideas to distract your boyfriend so you hoped they could pull it off.

Then, what you would call a fucking miracle happened. You were still nearly dozing off on top of your book when a pink Frisbee landed on the sand right in front of your face.

“Sorry about that!” called the voice of its owner and you squinted to see him jogging over to you. A few of his friends weren’t far behind and they all congregated in a little group in front of your towel. They looked to be about your age, maybe a little older. “Sorry to wake you up,” the ringleader apologized again, but smiled like he wasn’t really that sorry.

You propped yourself up on your elbows, one hand holding your loose bikini to your chest, while the other handed the Frisbee back to smiling guy. “No worries, I didn’t mean to fall asleep anyway.”

“What’s your name?” Ringleader asked. “I’m Jeonghan, and these are some of my fraternity brothers.”

Of course. You should’ve guessed. They were all jacked, tan, and had an air of privilege about them that you couldn’t miss. They were objectively cute, sure, but nothing in comparison to your boyfriend playing volleyball behind you. Not to mention their pack mentality freaked you out a little.

“I’m y/n,” you said and held your free hand out to them to shake, still keeping your other hand on your bikini top so you wouldn’t flash them. “Are you guys on a holiday break or something?”

“Yeah, just trying to make the most out of our last few days.”

“You from around here?” another boy asked, not being subtle at all in the way he was eyeing you.

“No, we just took a little day trip,” you explained and cleared your throat, wondering how long they’d stick around and when Wonwoo was going to come over and dick you down out of jealousy.

“We?” Ringlea- Jeonghan asked, cocking his head to the side. “Are you here with your friends?”

“Her boyfriend, actually,” Wonwoo piped up calmly from behind you. You looked back and saw him standing a few feet behind your towel with his arms crossed. He could be annoying, but fuck if he didn’t have good timing.

“Oh-uh, well I was nice to meet you.” Jeonghan mumbled abruptly and nodded to his friends to get back to their Frisbee game. They were gone before you could even say goodbye back.

“Attracting all sorts of attention today, aren’t you, love?” Wonwoo sneered and knelt down beside you.

His words went straight to the heat between your legs and you turned over onto your back to get a better look at him. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you lied, daring him to challenge you.

“I think you do, y/n,” he continued. The way he whispered your name sent a shiver down your spine. “I mean, you’re practically naked in front of the whole beach right now.”

“I’m wearing a swimsuit.”

“You know what I mean. And all for what? To make me jealous? So I’d fuck you? Because you could’ve just asked, baby.”

You whimpered, but didn’t say anything and leaned up to kiss him, desperately wanting to feel his lips against yours. He leaned in too, but stopped just short of your mouth, pulling back a bit to look into your eyes. “I could just pull your bikini bottoms to the side, no one will notice.”

You moaned softly, wanting nothing more than for him to do exactly that. You weren’t even sure if you could wait to get home at this point, you wanted him inside of you now. He put a hand on each knee and spread your legs apart, whistling in awe at the wet spot on your bathing suit. You felt your face heat up in embarrassment. “I haven’t even touched you and you’re already this wet.”

“All because of you,” you panted, reaching out for him, but he pulled back.

“You know all of your teasing made me lose the game, right? I couldn’t focus because I was so distracted.” You nodded. “I was so fucking hard the whole match because of what you were doing”

And then your dumbass had to open your big mouth. “So Mingyu told you?”

Wonwoo pulled back, and gave you a confused look, clearly caught off guard. “Told me what?”

“Y/n, that was incredible, you were perfect!” Mingyu exclaimed as he ran up to you and Wonwoo, holding out a hundred dollar bill to you.

You winced as you took it, wishing you hadn’t said anything.

“Y/n, what the fuck?” Wonwoo demanded, even more frustrated than he had been a minute ago. “What were you incredible at?”

“Fucking distracting you, dude. I asked her if she’d be in on the bet with me for a cut of the winnings since you guys had more team members.”

Your boyfriend glared at you. “Is that true?”

“I mean, it’s just a game… and I thought it’d be fun,” you said quietly.

“That’s what you guys were talking about earlier, wasn’t it?”

“Yeah, she didn’t need any convincing she was totally down-”

“Mingyu,” you interrupted, pinching the bridge of your nose, “please, if you have any mercy for my pussy please shut the fuck up.”

His face went scarlet and he shut his mouth without further comment.

“So that’s it?” Wonwoo asked, obviously not ready to drop the subject yet. “You’re just gonna sell out your own boyfriend that easy?”

“You said you didn’t want to be on a team with me!”

“Don’t turn this around on me! You’re the one who helped them cheat!”

“Oh I don’t know if I’d call it cheating,” Mingyu interjected again.

“Shut up, Mingyu!” you and Wonwoo both shouted.

“Look, I’m sorry,” Mingyu said quietly. “If I had known it was going to be this big of a deal I wouldn’t have asked her. I just thought I was being clever, that it’d be a fun way to beat you guys, but I’m sorry I went too far.”

Wonwoo sighed and ran a hand through his wet curls. “It’s fine. I’m sorry I overreacted.”

“So… we’re good?” Mingyu asked, holding out a hand to help Wonwoo up.

“Yeah, we’re good. Next time, though, we’re playing fair.”

“Deal.”

“Y/n, you still want to go swimming, love?” Wonwoo asked, turning back to you.

“We’re not- we’re not going home?” Despite everything you were still incredibly horny, and you’d been patiently waiting for Wonwoo to rail you for what felt like hours now.

“Not yet,” he said and helped you to your feet. “Let’s make the most of our beach day.”

“I think the rest of us are going to find an ice cream shop,” Mingyu added. “Winners are buying. Do either of you want anything?”

“No thanks, we’ll hang out here by ourselves for a while.” Wonwoo answered for the both of you.

He wrapped an arm around your waist as you walked down to the water together and you relaxed, enjoying the feeling of his warm skin on yours. Only once you were out of Mingyu’s earshot did he lean down and whisper “your ass is going to be seven shades of red for that little stunt once we get home,” in your ear. Now it was your turn to be distracted.

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