#I bet the reds are going to catch him and be like ‘there’s nothing wrong with this dude’ and put him on house arrest in tar Valon

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Idk what Mat is going to do this season but to me it makes sense that Loial would get his whole “needs to be reunited with the dagger to be healed” storyline after getting stabbed like that

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camera shy - a Shigaraki x f!Reader fic

You're a villain who likes catching heroes in compromising positions, and when you can't do that, you put them there yourself. It's not until you capture Tenko Shimura that you lose the upper hand. (All Might rescues Tenko AU, pro hero!Tenko, villain!reader, 2k words. Suggestive if you squint.)

There’s nothing pro heroes care about more than their image, so in your opinion, they were just asking for a villain like you. Somebody has to show the public what the heroes are really like underneath, after all, and you’ve got a flair for the dramatic, so why shouldn’t it be you? All it really takes is a little research, a little luck, a decent video camera or two, and a hell of a lot of rope.

It’s not the heroes with the skeletons in their closets who interest you. Somebody like Endeavor, who’s been at the center of scandal after scandal, has nothing new to say. You like a hero who still has a secret or two, a hero who’s a real challenge to capture long enough for a good confession cam. With those criteria in mind, it really was inevitable that you’d go after newly minted pro hero Tenko Shimura.

You have to hand it to Tenko – he was hard to catch. You knew he’d be hard to catch, given his quirk, but that was what made catching him so much fun. You caught one of his hands first, then trapped the other while he was still trying to figure out what was going on, and then you went to work. Now you have his hands tied above his head, fingers splayed apart so he can’t bring them together or touch anything else. With other heroes, you’ve done some fancy rope-work to jazz up the shot, but you don’t think you need that here. Tenko looks pretty good just like this.

Tenko Shimura watches you through narrowed red eyes as you adjust the camera angles. “Are we shooting a porno or something here?”

“Careful what you say, hero. This is all B-roll,” you say, and Tenko blanches. “I’m kidding. Loosen up.”

“Loosen up. Right.” Tenko rolls his wrists, but you’re confident in your knots, and they hold. “Seriously. What am I doing here?”

“We’re just going to have a talk,” you say. Tenko’s eyes follow you from camera to camera. “You’ve seen my videos, right? Or at least you’ve seen the ones your friends were in.”

“Yeah.” A jagged smile crosses Tenko’s face. “I’ve seen what you did to them.”

“What I did to them?” you protest. “I was so nice to Spinner. We talked about video games. It was fun.”

“Yeah, and then the whole internet tore him up for being a geek.”

“Not the whole internet,” you disagree. The comments on your video were full of gamer girls jumping up and down to ask Spinner out, and you know that at least a few of them went so far as to shoot their shot. “That’s the problem with you heroes. Why do you need everybody to like you so bad?”

“I don’t need everybody to like me,” Tenko says. You raise your eyebrows. “If you wanted a hero who thinks it’s a popularity contest, you grabbed the wrong guy.”

“See, I think that means I picked the right guy.” You sit down cross-legged beside the main camera, ready to adjust it if needed but well out of the shot. “The heroes who care about the rankings, they never say anything interesting. But you, Tenko Shimura – I bet you have some really interesting things to say.”

“Maybe you’re right.” Tenko rolls his wrists again. “The thing is, Cam Girl –”

“Hey,” you protest. “That’s not my code name.”

“You don’t have a code name?”

“Yeah, because it’s not about me,” you say. Cam Girl. God. “You’re deflecting.”

“So are you,” Tenko says. He tilts his head, studying you. “If you don’t want to be Cam Girl, come up with a better name.”

“What, like you did?” you challenge. “You know how many heroes use their full names? Kamui Woods and you. Is that really a club you want to be in?”

“If the other option is the can’t-make-up-a-name hide-behind-a-camera brigade, yeah,” Tenko says. It’s quiet for a second or two. “You take a lot of risks pulling jobs like this, don’t you? Kidnapping people and holding them in place for hours – either you’re really good, or you’ve got blackmail material on somebody important.”

“I can neither confirm nor deny,” you say, and smirk. “Impressed?”

Tenko shakes his head, which annoys you. He’s tied up in your makeshift lair. He should be impressed. “I can’t figure out why a villain gutsy enough to kidnap heroes is too chicken to get in front of the camera.”

“I run the show. I’m not the show. That’s – are you making chicken noises at me?” You’re losing control of this interview. You need to get it back, effective immediately. “Animal noises. Is that one of your special talents? Do an elephant sound next.”

“No animal sounds. And no more answers,” Tenko says. The smirk on his face says he’s got you right where he wants you, in spite of the fact that you’re in charge. You feel a brief but powerful urge to knock him out. “Unless you get in here with me.”

“What?”

“I’ll answer your questions,” Tenko says, “but you have to sit here with me and answer mine. On camera.”

“If I show my face on camera, this will be my last interview,” you say. “I still have lots of heroes who need a close-up.”

“Damn, I thought I was your one and only.”

“The only one tied down here is you,” you say. How bad do you want this particular interview? Pretty bad. Tenko Shimura’s the most interesting hero you’ve captured so far, and if all it takes to get him really talking is to put on some sunglasses and a surgical mask, it’s worth it. “Sit tight.”

You adjust the cameras to frame both of you, then sit down in the frame facing Tenko Shimura. “Nice disguise,” he says, “but I already saw your face.”

“No, you didn’t,” you say. “Think about it. Have any of the heroes I’ve interviewed been able to describe me afterward?”

Tenko doesn’t answer. “Here’s my first question. What’s your quirk?”

“You think I’ll tell you that?”

“If you want to know what my weakness is,” Tenko says. “Don’t you?”

No. You’re surprised by how quickly the answer occurs to you, and how strongly you feel about it. Your whole project is about exposing heroes’ secrets. It’s not about getting them killed, which is what you filming this and sharing it would be. “I don’t care about that,” you say. “I want to know what the worst part of being a hero is.”

“The worst part?”

“The worst part. Don’t tell me being a hero is just so plus ultra all the time.”

Tenko snorts. “You want me to say villains, right, Cam Girl? That’s the answer you want.”

“I want the truth,” you say. “And don’t call me Cam Girl.”

“The truth.” Tenko thinks about it. And keeps thinking about it, long enough for you to wonder if he’s trying to stall you. “The worst part about being a hero is that I can’t do it all the time.”

“Huh?”

“I can’t do it all the time. I don’t want to do it all the time,” Tenko says. You reach over and adjust the camera on the right. You need to zoom in. “It’s my job. It’s not everything about me. The whole work-life balance thing. You know, the thing All Might is really bad at.”

You’ve never heard a hero roast All Might like that. Then again, Tenko was All Might’s protégé before he turned pro, so he’s probably gotten a better look at all of All Might’s good and bad habits than anybody else. “So, All Might –”

“Let me finish, Cam Girl,” Tenko says. His expression is serious. “I don’t want to be a hero all the time. But I know what happens when heroes are looking the other way. And I don’t like thinking about that happening when I’m like – playing video games or something.”

You should ask about video games. Since the video game segment of Spinner’s interview went so viral, you can probably net Tenko a gamer girlfriend. Instead: “What happens when heroes aren’t looking?”

“Nope. It’s my turn,” Tenko says. You guess it probably is. You brace yourself. “What’s your favorite part about being a villain?”

“That’s a new one,” you say, for lack of anything better. “Huh.”

“Like I said, a setup like this is a lot of work,” Tenko says. “And capturing a pro isn’t easy. There must be something you like about it, or you wouldn’t do it. So what is it?”

Tenko gave you a good answer. You feel like you owe him a decent one, and you have to think about it for a second. “I like being free. Not just to do what I want, but to say what I want. And as a – villain, I guess – I can make sure people listen to me. I make sure they listen to my interviewees too.”

You and Spinner didn’t just talk about video games. He talked a lot about being a heteromorph, and you left it all in the video you eventually posted. “My turn now,” you say. “What happens when heroes aren’t looking?”

Tenko’s eyes shift away from yours. “Ask something else.”

“I’ll give you an extra question if you answer this one,” you bargain. “What happens when heroes aren’t looking?”

“Why did you pick me?”

You blink. “Was there a real reason?” Tenko continues. “Or was I just next on your hit list?”

“No,” you say. “I’ve been looking for a chance.”

You have. You had to. Tenko’s anything but an easy target, and if you wanted to capture him, you had to plan ahead. Tenko looks surprised by your answer, but you don’t think he’s unhappy. It’s quiet for a few moments. You’re expecting him to ask his next question. Instead, he answers yours. “What happens when heroes aren’t watching,” he says. “Look closer.”

Look closer? You sit forward, leaning in to study Tenko Shimura’s face. Leaning in maybe a little closer than you should. A lot closer than you’d need to be to see what he’s talking about. “Your scars.”

“People think I got them from a villain,” Tenko says. “I got one of them from my dad.”

Your stomach drops, and you find yourself leaning in closer, one hand already rising before you can think to ask. “Can I –”

“Uh – yeah.” Tenko glances away from you, then looks back. “If you want.”

There are two scars on Tenko Shimura’s face, one over his right eye, the other over the left side of his mouth. They’re both old and smooth, but still obvious. Scars on a person’s face rarely fade. You run your index finger lightly along the scar, and Tenko’s eyes flutter shut. “This one was me,” he says. “When my quirk awakened. I was scratching my face.”

“You must have scratched really hard,” you say. “How old were you?”

“Five.” Tenko’s eyes stay closed. “The one on my mouth was him. He hit me with – something. I don’t remember what.”

You touch that scar, too. Run your index finger over it, like you did with the other one, only this time you can’t make yourself stop. “I’m sorry.”

Tenko’s lips move beneath your finger. “Why? You weren’t there.”

“What you said, about heroes not watching –” This is why you always do interviews. You’re not good at answering questions. “I think that’s when the rest of us are supposed to be doing it. I mean, not us, because we were kids, but – you know what I mean, right?”

“I don’t know. Kind of hard to focus right now.” Tenko’s eyes seem perfectly focused on you. You’re used to your interviewees glaring at you, but nobody’s been as intense about it as Tenko Shimura has. “I don’t remember this from your other interviews.”

“I’m just going with it,” you say. You’ve gone with it far enough that your hand is shifting to cradle his jaw, even as you lean in closer. “What do you think?”

Tenko Shimura’s scarred lips part ever so slightly. “Keep going.”

[withloveajaxx]

so baby let's keep this secret

𓂅 genre: modern! childe, scara, al haitham, xiao x gn! reader

𓂅 warnings: hints of making out in scara's part + childe's part is a hint of suggestive teasing

𓂅 summary: secret relationship with the genshin boys

𓂅 note: this is my first time writing for scara and haitham so,,, apologies if i mischaracterize them or they seem out of character :"D comments on their characterization are greatly appreciated ^^ but yea, that's it hehe, hope u enjoy this fic n have a wonderful day!!

CHILDE

tbf a secret relationship with childe isn't a secret to anyone at all because mans is whipped for you, but we gotta give him some credit for holding himself back from kissing you 24/7.

a "secret" relationship with this man is basically minimalized pda with a huge amount of teasing.

he absolutely loves to be the sole reason why your cheeks get red and you get all flustered in public.

when people ask you what's wrong and you can barely get out a blatant lie, childe already has a smug, yet somehow charming smirk on his face.

he's not good at hiding how whipped he is, but he does surprisingly well hiding his touches from the general eye of the public.

like whenever he's in a restaurant with you, he always makes it a point to sit beside you. he is never sitting anywhere else.

secondly, his hand is always on your thigh or fiddling with your fingers beneath the table. he simply cannot resist touching you in any way.

and finally, if he's being a little bitch… he'll slyly sneak an arm around your waist, squeezing it gently. i can bet my life he's lifting your shirt up slightly to rub your exposed skin to get you all bothered.

he's absolutely ravishing you when you get home though. spoiling you with kisses, cuddles, and anything you ask from him <3

ngl, with how touchy feely he is, i don't think people are gonna take that long to figure out what's going on between you two. the "secret" relationship is unfortunately a 5/10 in terms of success.

SCARAMOUCHE

you cannot tell me this man wouldn't take your relationship to his grave. 10/10 in this secret relationship 💀

unlike childe, he can keep his eyes and his hands off of you in public. he has a lot of self control and no amount of your teasing is going to get him to expose you guys (unless you pull out the tears or some begging then maybe). but like childe… he is absolutely obsessed with you when yall have a little private time.

this is where it gets spicy but i can just imagine scaramouche just reaching his limit from holding himself back from you after a long day, and he's just ready to break when you two are behind closed doors.

after all, he is a man of little patience isn't he? when you two get to his place after a long day, he doesn't even wait for a split second until his lips are slotting themselves against yours for a heated kiss.

he has you pinned against the wall beside the door, one elbow beside your head while the other slides down to rest on your hips.

when he parts the fairly passionate kiss his lips are still hovering dangerously close to yours. he doesn't even take that long to catch his breath, diving in for another kiss until he hears abrupt knocks at his door, and a voice he knows distinctly belonging to childe.

cursing under his breath, he holds a hand over your mouth, making sure you're hidden from the direct line of sight of the door before opening it to reveal the ginger headed man.

"make it quick, dimwit. i was in the middle of doing something," scara hisses venemously, eyes narrowing at childe. poor childe chuckles in nervouseness, scratching the back of his neck. "is that so? sorry, didn't know, maybe i'll come back later."

"yeah, whatever. just scram." and with that, the door is slammed closed and sacra's undivided attention is back on you again.

"c'mon," is all he says, taking your hand in his before leading you to a more secluded space in his apartment where no one and nothing can interrupt him from having his time with you.

ALHAITHAM

i think he'd be pretty good at keeping things lowkey. he acts the same towards everyone with some exceptions to you, so i'd say 10/10.

definitely not touchy in public (nor in private to be honest), but he's definitely into the little moments.

little moments like making eye contact from across the room and sending you the slightest hints of a smile.

or even grazing your pinkies together when your walking side-by-side in thr middle of the campus hallways.

there are bits of physical affection here and there, but the main thing that gives this man away is the quality time and acts of services that he does towards you.

hatiham doesn't spend nearly as much time with others as he does with you. you're always with him whether it be in the library studying, in a coffee shop while he reads a book, or in museums looking around and scuptures and paintings.

it's especially in crowded places like museums and coffee shops where he does small actions of adoration and affection.

like when you guys go on study or book dates, you'll feel his eyes on you when you're trying to write something down or read something.

when you look at him to ask you what's wrong, he's simply staring at you with a soft expression that screams nothing but admiration and love. it's quite endearing really, to see his ears turn the lightest shade of pink afterwards.

"do you need something, haitham?" you ask, the smile he loves so much gracing your features. he gently shakes his head, reaching his hand out on the table to take yours, "no. nothing. i was just admiring you, is all."

XIAO

there's a constant redness of his usually pale cheeks is a dead giveaway to your relationship, and he's pretty protective too so i'd say a 6/10.

whenever you catch xiao staring at you, his cheeks and the tips of his ears immediately burn red, and he whips his head around so fast.

people always notice and his friends always tease him for it, but he can't help such a reaction when what he thinks is the most stunning person is looking right at him.

or whenever he looks around the room to search for you only to find that you're already looking at him… his cheeks are literally on fire.

the adorable glow on his cheeks isn't the only sign he gives though. mind you, this man is very protective over you.

he wants to make sure that absolutely no harm comes in your way, and he'll do anything to make sure of that. he doesn't care if your relationship would be exposed that way, all he cares about is your overall safety and wellbeing.

he's the type of man who pulls you closer to him while you're crossing the street or walking by the road, having his hand on you in some way in case anything happens.

the type of guy who brings random stuff like bandaids, hair ties, and sweets for you just in case you need anything.

he's also constantly asking how you are through text, just in case you need him to do something or in case you need him by your side for whatever reason.

my favourite part about secret relationships with xiao is the kind of dates you'd have. he's definitely the type of man to do homey, indoor dates. he'd build lego bouquets for and with you, he's sit for hours bingeing movies or series you like, relax and read a book with you, or even just nap and cuddle. even though your dates are mostly at home to keep away from the prying eyes of others, he's sure to make it something you'll always love and never regret.

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[xxblairexxss]

I’ll be back before 10

Pairing : Charles Leclerc x reader

Theme : Angst

In which Pierre forced Charles to go out on a date behind your back but he didn’t want to betray your love.

I’m so sorryyy this was so sad I cried a few times while writing it but I’m not sure if it’s worthy of your tears because I’m an emotional human being I cry at everything. Not proofread!

“How many times do I have to tell you, the answer is no.”

Pierre groaned and leaned his head back against the coach. “There’s nothing wrong with it, dude! Come on! Live your life a little.”

“I can’t, Pierre. I can’t betray her.” Charles threw his body on the couch and turned on his phone to look at your picture that he had made as his wallpaper for the longest time ever. The picture was a candid picture of you looking cozy in his oversized hoodie and a packet of gummy, your favourite kind of gummy in your hand.

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“Baby, smile!” The flash went off before you could even catch what he was saying. “Perfect. I’m gonna make this as my wallpaper.”

“No! I bet I look ugly. Should have told me you were taking a picture so I can give you my model face.”

“Model face? Since when is my girlfriend a model? Hm?” Charles cackled. He took a bite from the gummy on your hand and poked you on your waist. He loved tickling you, the sound of your giggle will always be his favourite. He should have recorded it so he won’t forget what it sounded like.

“Stop making me laugh!” You tried to make a run but he had locked you in his arms and continued tickling you.

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“You are not betraying her.”

“Don’t. Please don’t talk as if you knew what she would say.” This is the sixth times Pierre had come to ask him to agree on a date though Charles had already declined the offer the first time he asked.

“There’s nothing wrong with it!”

“Everything is wrong with it, Pierre! Which part of I can’t betray her did you not get? I can’t betray Y/N.”

Pierre exhaled deeply. He had tried so hard to bring his friend to branch out and meet new people but every time he asked, he would get rejected. Now that he mentioned a girl name, Charles became more defensive. He didn’t even suggested it to be a date, it was just a proper hang out, got to know each other’s hobbies, favourite foods, favourite colors but Charles hated every idea if it involved a girl because of the same reason, he can’t betray you.

“No one’s forcing you to date her. It wasn’t even a date! I was just asking you to go out, hang out, and come home. No hands or whatsoever.”

Charles shook his head in annoyance. “You’ll never get it.”

“Fine, I’ll be there. I’ll bring Kika. I’ll ask Kika to bring any other friends she has. We’ll make it a school trip even.” Pierre saw the was Charles stop scrolling on his phone and he grinned because he knew his words had gotten his friend’s attention. Sure, Charles wouldn’t change his decision right away but at least this gave him a little hope. “I’ll pick you up tomorrow. No excuse this time.”

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“Faster, faster! We need to go home before 10!” You pulled on his hand eagerly while the event was still ongoing.

“I know, baby. Let me tell Pierre I’ll take my leave first.” He intertwined your hand with his and made his way to his best friend that was too engrossed in a conversation.

“Y/N and I will get going first.”

“You guys always take a leave before 10. What’s with the curfew? Couldn’t wait to have your own private show on the bed?”

“Something like that.” Charles replied to which your cheeks went red as you slapped him on his arm.

Pierre cackled at the couple then went on to hug you and kissed on your cheek. “Goodbye, then. I’ll see you soon, yeah? Tell Charles not to go too rough.”

“Very funny, Pierre. Bye! I’ll see you soon. Let’s go, honey!” You turned around and took the lead as you guys left the event.

“I don’t know why you always want to watch the movie from the television channel programme when we have everything ready to watch on our Disney and Netflix account.” Charles had laid down on the cozy couch after he changed from a formal suit to a cozy outfit and opened his arms to welcome you in his embrace as he saw you walked to the living room with his hoodie.

“I know but it felt like a surprise, no? Every weekend they would play a random movie with a random genre. It was mystery the last two weeks. Last week was horror. There’s no surprise element if we choose our own movie.” You made yourself comfortable on his chest and pecked on his stubble.

“Whatever you said, baby. Pierre really thought we needed to come home early for a spicy stuff when my girlfriend right here is just a huge fan of movies.” Charles laughed remembering the way his best friend looked at him suspiciously when he was leaving the event earlier.

“I know! You should have denied him. Oh, I place my bet on comedy tonight!” You laughed along.

“Nah, I think it’s gonna be horror again!”

“That’s impossible! They won’t play horror twice in a row!”

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Charles felt so bad. So, so bad. There was a tiny spot in his heart that felt some sort of excitement for what was gonna happen in 10 minutes once Pierre picked him up. He couldn’t believe he would be excited doing things behind your back but Pierre basically forced him, telling him that this was gonna worth it. Plus, it was just a casual hang out. No touching, no kissing. Just making new friends.

Charles fixed his hair in front of the mirror and received a text from Pierre saying he’s arriving in 2 minutes. He took out his phone and turned it on to see his wallpaper, a picture of you, his favourite picture of you and found himself smiling fondly at it. He stroked his thumb on the screen, feeling himself growing enamoured at your bright smile in the picture.

“I hope you don’t mind, Y/N. Pierre said you wouldn’t mind seeing me making new friends. I’ll be back by 10, I promise. I wonder what genre are they choosing for today. Last week it was comedy. What do you reckon? I place my bet on comedy again.” He tilted his head up and forced himself to look at the ceiling to stop his tears from spilling off his eyes. “You will always be my girl, Y/N. Always. Wait for me, okay?”

“Dude, you ready?” Pierre walked in and set his hand on Charles’s shoulder to give it a squeeze.

“Yeah, I am. But Pierre, I can’t be late—”

“I know, Charles. I’ll send you home before 10.” Pierre would make sure the hang out will end before the curfew. Having successfully forced his friend to go out on weekend was enough, he couldn’t force him to do anything more than that. He knew it will be a slow step but he will be with Charles within every step he took because he knew you would want to see him happy and learn how to live without you. Even when you were no longer by his side.

Once they stepped out of the apartment, Pierre looked up to the orangy hue in the sky. He knew you were looking out for him, you would always look out for him from above. Charles had told him the sky had always looked beautiful after you passed away. It was as if heaven gained another angel, his angel, along with a piece of his heart and kept it up in the sky for him to keep on reminding himself that you were still here with him, far, distant, but still with him.

“I’m sure you don’t mind me taking Charles away this weekend. You would have wanted this for him too, wouldn’t you? I promise your man is safe with me, Y/N but please, keep on watching him from up there. It gives him the comfort and peace that no one else could give, not even me.”

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This Was Never Meant to Be What It Feels Like

A/N: Hey y'all! I'm not really a writer so this is my first time posting any writing here on Tumblr, but I'm apparently incapable of not thinking about Armando (*Whatta Man by Salt-N-Pepa plays in my head) so this kind of...happened. I figured I'd share ☺️ Also, I know Armando thinks Aretas is his dad in the movies but I changed it a bit.

Title is from Satisfaction by SiR (if you haven't heard it do yourself a favor and go listen)

Pairing: Armando Aretas x Original Female Character

Fandom: Bad Boys Movies

Prompt: Shay (OC) wants to get to know Armando better and figures her best bet is to ask when he's...relaxed.

Warnings ⚠️: Uh...complicated parental relationships. Talk of smut, but no actual smut.

“Tell me something.”

“Hm?”

Shay kept her focus on drawing invisible shapes on Armando’s shoulder with her finger. Her blue stiletto shaped nails going down almost to his elbow before finding its way back up to his collar bone. It was something she did often after they had sex and she knew it calmed him much like it was now. His breathing had slowed into something calmer than the frantic breaths of ten minutes ago when he was trying to catch his breath. The open window blew in a decent ocean breeze, adding to the peaceful feeling in her bedroom. She tried to play it cool, like she wasn’t disturbing the moment, wasn’t asking him to do the one thing she knew he hated - opening up.

Shay had been seeing Armando for about three months now, and she knew next to nothing about the man. She knew it was a red flag, hell she knew he probably wasn’t a law abiding citizen, but she couldn’t help it. 

There was something so magnetizing, so sensual about his presence. He commanded attention even though she got the feeling he wanted nothing more than to blend in and be lowkey. She couldn’t help but notice the way he held himself, the way he spoke and moved with the confidence of a man who was sure of himself. Don’t get her started on the way he smelled - it was divine and pure man.

The point was basically this - he was a ten but he refused to tell her more about himself.

Shay was determined to get to know him better, because despite playing things close to his chest, she was in love with him. She didn’t know his last name, but she knew he would bring her flowers and food if she was having a bad day just to make her smile. She didn’t know what he did for a living - honestly, part of her was glad for this if it was illegal as she was imagining. Plausible deniability. - but she knew if she needed him to, he would fix anything she needed him to or at least find someone who could. She didn’t know what his crucible entailed that made him like this, but she knew he loved her like she was something precious.

So she was taking the risk that this would blow up in her face. “Tell me something about you that I don’t know.” She kissed his chest, like she was softening the blow of the question. Not that she needed to, it was an open ended question on purpose. The more freedom she gave about the topic, the more likely he was to answer.

He gently shifted her to the pillow as he lifted himself on his elbow, facing her with a suspicious look on his face. “Like what?” God, what she wouldn’t give to take whatever hurt that made him so distrustful of her just wanting to know him away. Who had betrayed him? Who took advantage of his trust and made him so wary of genuine love?

She thought over her answer, a million topics coming to mind but needing to pick one that wouldn’t have him shutting down immediately. Armando had let the conversation start but he could end it if she said the wrong thing.

“Your family.” She could feel him pulling away as if it was physically happening so she quickly explained her choice. “Did you grow up with siblings? Are your parents married?” Bare minimum. 

It seemed to have worked he looked at her as if debating what to say, if anything, before laying back down and staring at the ceiling. The relaxed man that was in her bed mere minutes ago, gone. Now he was tense, as if ready for a fight. She slowly and obviously resumed her previous position on his chest, giving him time to tell her no if he needed the space. Her nails went back to their drawings in the hopes of calming him enough to talk. He took a breath before, “I grew up an only child. My mom was my world, she taught me everything I knew.”

Her nails stopped moving. “Was?” It was the word that caught the most of her attention out of everything he just said.

“She passed away a few years ago.” His face was blank, as if he was just stating a fact of life rather than talking about the death of the person that raised him and whom he clearly loved.

Shay rubbed the shoulder she wasn’t laying on in an effort to comfort him.“I’m sorry to hear that.” Armando shrugged it off but she could tell it still hurt him. “What about your dad?”

“Our relationship is…complicated at best. He wasn’t around for most of my life. We were introduced a few months before my mom died. I didn’t even know who he was to me until my mom told me on her deathbed.” 

“You never asked your mom about him before?”

“If there was one thing I knew about my father growing up, it was that my mom hated him. She always told me that he left us behind and didn’t look back at all. As a kid I was curious but as I got older, I started to hate him too. I mean he was supposed to love my mom, and he turned on her and left me behind like I was trash. Fuck ‘im. Now I know it wasn’t so black and white.”

“How so?”

“The few times my mom spoke about him, she always heavily implied that he knew she was pregnant with me and left anyway. Looking back, she never said the words. When I confronted my father about it, he said they were a doomed couple that wasn’t ever going to last. They were both too selfish. Said he didn’t even know she had been pregnant until we met.”

“Sounds like he cares. I mean if he knew do you think he would have been around?”

“There’s no doubt in my mind he would have been there, raised me. I know he loves me, that he just wants what’s best for me, but I’m just having a hard time accepting it. I spent so much time hating him that reconciling this truth with this perception I’ve always had of him is hard.”

“Not to mention it means confronting that you didn’t know your mom as well as you thought you did. The woman she was to you isn’t the woman she was to others.”

“And she’s not here to explain it, which just makes me mad all over again. He’s usually the target of my anger.”

“Makes sense to me.” She shrugged in response to his questioning look. “He’s here. Add in the fact that he wasn’t there for so long its easy to blame him for a lot.”

“Yeah,” he agreed.

Like a flip had been switched, he once again moves her onto the bed and hovers over her.

“Enough about them. Talking is not exactly what I had in mind for us tonight,” he pleads. 

She could see the desperation and fear in his eyes. She had a feeling that being that honest with her scared him. He wasn’t exactly the vulnerable type and telling her all this put him on display in the most raw way, an unknown for him. It also meant he had to be honest with himself about he felt, something she didn’t think happened a lot. He wanted to escape the real hurt he was feeling about it all, he didn’t want to face what the truth might mean for his memory of his mother. If a reprieve is what he needed, she could do that for him. She would do that for him.

She bit her bottom lip, looking at him through her lashes, feeling herself get wet at his suggestive tone and slight touches. “What did you have in mind?”

❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥

The next morning she woke up alone, his side of the bed cold. This wasn’t an unusual occurrence as he often left before she woke. She was used to him leaving and coming back randomly, sometimes being gone for days. After their conversation and the way he seemed to just need her last night, she figured this was coming. Something told her him leaving was different this time, that she had pushed him too far. She had the sickening feeling that he wasn’t coming back.

Round two had been fast and rough, needy in a way. Round three had been teasing and playful, like he was apologizing for being so rough before. Round four was…slow and passionate, reverent almost.

It felt like a goodbye.

A/N: 🫣So how'd I do? Let me know in the comments. Likes and reblogs are always appreciated! OH AND HOW SHOULD I TAG THIS?! Anything I should add to get more people to see it?

Part 2 Part 3

[whateverloomis]

🩸Red🩸 >> Poly!Ghost face x Killer!Reader || Scream 1996

Part 1 >> Part 2

About: While the Casey Becker and Steve Orth killings were taking place, a third kill happened as well... Billy Loomis and Stu Macher can't risk having someone else around that could ruin their goal of killing Sidney Prescott. What happens when all 3 killers get a little bit too close?

Warnings: SMUT, threesome, knife play, degradation, oral (giving and receiving,) p in v, unprotected sex, making out, cheating, alcohol consumption, reader is AFAB, reader is a killer, reader is short, reader is alt and has tattoos + piecings. Revised June'24

Reader: They/them pronouns that are highlighted in bold so it's easy to identify | AFAB

Word count: 2k

A/N: Last chapter! It was so fun to write this concept. My requests are open, any suggestions are welcome <33 Thank you for reading babes 💋

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"Now, we team up or someone gets killed, and it sure as hell isn't going to be us." - "And you bet your ass it's not going to be me either." You spoke quickly and he chuckled, running a hand through his hair. "Relax baby, here's the deal... You join us in our next kill. We team up. We'll get away with whatever we want. Do whatever we want..." He whispered the last few words and placed his left hand on your hip, pulling you closer to him. You couldn't deny that it sounded perfect. If it went wrong you could easily frame the two idiots. If it went well you could get the satisfaction of getting anyone out of your way, relish in the sweet screams and the thrill of getting revenge on whoever the fuck messed with you. Hurt you.

You bit your lip and scanned his face with your eyes. Curiosity getting the best of you; "Who's your next victim?"

"Sidney Prescott."

•

Your eyes widened at Billy's response. Why Sidney? His girlfriend? That's why it was so easy for him to cheat, he wanted the girl fucking dead and nothing else mattered.

You shook your head in confusion and looked up at him; "Wh... Why Sidney?"

Billy laughed and bit his bottom lip; "Oh, like you care." Sarcasm laced his words. "Maureen Prescott? That was us." He pointed at Stu and then himself. You weren't exactly surprised but it did catch you off guard. You weren't dealing with just any killers, you were dealing with the killers of Woodsboro. You stood there looking into Billy's eyes, lost in thought. The only thing that snapped you back in time was his hand playing with the hem of your short black dress.

"Revenge?" You asked. Billy looked away momentarily before scanning your face and biting his bottom lip. "Revenge." He confirmed; "For being the reason my father cheated on my mother. The reason why she abandoned me." Billy continued and you gasped at his admission. He was hurt. He needed to get rid of it. It consumed him and it grew stronger every day he had to look at Sidney's face. You understood. Your expression of acknowledgement was clearly visible on your face.

"That's why it's so easy for me to let go." Billy said and ran his hands up your hip, under your dress. The feel of his warm skin sent shivers all over your body. You exhaled sharply, not realizing you were holding your breath. "Why I get my way with someone like you. A killer like me. A sadist. Masochist." He continued running his hands up your body, grabbing your waist. Your dress was hiked up, black thong exposed and you gave cero fucks about it. "In need of attention, like me." Billy whispered and pulled you against his body. You bit your bottom lip while looking at him. At his lips. That deep stare. Gosh you wanted to risk it all. Fuck him, and his friend too. Join them and create a blood bath with whoever, whenever.

You couldn't handle the tension and finally crashed your lips against Billy's. He dug his fingers in your flesh and felt your body up like there was no tomorrow. You played with each others tongues and you felt like you were gonna melt with how he was touching you. Kissing you.

Suddenly, you felt another pair of hands snake around you, turning you around. You whined at the loss of Billy's lips but before you could protest some more, Stu crashed his lips against yours and ran his tongue along yours softly. You bit his bottom lip and released it softly, pulling back slightly and chuckling along with him. Without warning, Stu picked you up and walked upstairs to his room along with Billy.

He plopped you on his bed and Billy stepped in front of you; "I'm gonna fuck you up real good." He said quietly and you smirked at him, laying down and spreading your legs enough to expose your center. "I'd like to see you try."

"Damn babe, you're a feisty one huh?" Stu said teasingly and you smiled, biting your bottom lip after.

Billy pulled you towards him by your ankles and took a knife out from his back pocket. He opened your legs and stepped between them before reaching under your dress and cutting your underwear open.

You gasped at his impatientness, loving every second of it. He threw the fabric somewhere in the room before snaking his hand between your legs and feeling how wet you already were. "I haven't even touched you yet and you're this wet for me?" He teased and you let out a little moan for him. Billy chuckled and slid his hands up your lower body, lifting your dress up and revealing your cute little belly button piercing along with a small tattoo above your mound that read "Eat me."

Stu walked over to admire your naked lower half and stuck his tongue out before laughing when he read what the ink on your skin said; "Fuck, don't mind if I do." he said and kneeled down in front of you, placing your legs on his shoulders. Stu dipped his head between your thighs and licked your cunt like a hungry dog. His movements were slow, each swirl over your clit sent waves of pleasure all over your body. He moaned against your core as he devoured you.

Billy observed both of you, his cock waiting to be freed from his jeans. You looked straight into his eyes and moaned his name while Stu was licking and sucking on your sensitive bud. Billy loved the attention you were giving him while getting pleasured by someone else. By his best friend. What a fucking slut.

Finally, he walked towards you and stood on the other side of the bed, his crotch aligned with your face. You stuck your tongue out for him and rolled your eyes, giving him a show. He smirked at you but instead of pulling his cock out and fucking your mouth, he took the knife out once again and placed it on top of your tongue. You licked the blade slowly and moaned just for him. "Fuck..." Billy groaned and finally unbuttoned his jeans. He pulled them down just enough to take his cock out and tap your tongue with the tip. You gave him kitty licks and he grabbed your throat, silently warning you he wasn't in the mood for teasing.

Stu kept eating you out until you were right on the edge of cumming. However, he stopped before you could release and you let out a whine of desperation. Billy laughed at your needyness and finally inserted his length inside your mouth.

Stu had pulled his pants down and was already aligned with your hole. He slid his cock inside you in one go, filling you up deliciously before thrusting slowly.

You moaned around Billy's cock at the feeling of Stu inside you, finally pounding your needy cunt.

"Fuck, you feel so good" Stu moaned. With every thrust you moved up again Billy's cock, taking him in your mouth deeper.

The boys used you like a sex doll and fucked your holes like there was no tomorrow. The feeling of being filled up from both ends was sending you over the edge quicker than you wanted to. You squeezed your walls around Stu's cock and it was nearly impossible for him to stop himself from cumming inside your cunt and filling you up with his seed, but he managed to pull out and cum all over your belly.

You whined at the loss of his cock inside you, needing just a bit more to get off. At the realization, Billy pulled out of your mouth and made his way between your legs. "Move" he told Stu before pushing him to the side. The boy was still catching his breath so he fell on the bed next to you, groaning at the feeling of the soft mattress.

You wrapped your legs around Billy's waist, using your boots to push him further so his cock aligned with your center.

"Fuck me!" You whined, commanding him, but he wasn't having it. The boy grabbed your face and looked you in the eyes. "Shut up." he growled and pushed his cock all the way inside you.

You almost screamed at the feeling of his length filling you up, your pussy instantly squeezing him deliciously. Both of you were practically at the edge and Billy was going to take care of that little problem his way.

"I'm cumming inside you whether you like it or not." He said quietly and you laughed softly, grabbing his hair and pulling his face against you. "Do it." you challenged and he smirked, followed by a moan.

Billy digged his fingers in your thighs, sure to leave bruises, before he came inside you, his cock the hardest it could be. The feel of him spilling inside you sent you over the edge as well and you screamed out his name and Stu's as well. You dug your nails in his back, leaving scratches that were sure going to be there for days.

Once you guys rode out your highs, Billy lay down sprawled next to you, his jeans covering his lower half.

You looked between your legs to see Billy's juices leaking out of you, releasing a soft whine before laying down between the boys.

"You're uh, on the pill or something, right?..." Billy asked, post nut clarity hitting him suddenly. You laughed at his concern and nodded, "Yes, I am. You should learn how to control yourself Loomis, you're gonna regret it some day." He chuckled at your words and looked at you, "With that pussy of yours it's nearly impossible." - "You got that right, Jesus..." Stu said, sleepiness lacing his words. You bit your lip at their praise and stood up to freshen up. "Can I use your shower?" You asked Stu and both boys looked at each other before catching your eyes. "Only if I can join." Stu said, sticking his tongue out. You rolled your eyes playfully and flipped him off, "Fuck off Macher." before walking out of the room. The silent invitation was evident as you smirked at both boys and shrugged.

You weren't sure what the status of your relationship was, but you liked it more than you probably should've.

[lillypad-monopoly]

Wild Life Episode 5 Thoughts

(Except I'm insane about Martyn's ep)

LIFE SERIES TRIVIA is DIABOLICAL! The watchers literally being like "how well do you guys know your pain and suffering?" (also sorry only winners remember theory truthers)

The way Grian and Scar are such bitter ex-soulmates that Mumbo has to point it out is hilarious. (also them getting even and saying "Just like Third Life" hurt my heart)

Grian not remembering iconic moments from his own series is so funny. What do you mean he only knows Martyn beheaded Ren with an axe from fanart? Grian gaining possession of the Red Winter Axe was a whole plot point.

MUMBO FIRST OUT! IN SESSION 5! The canary curse is broken for real now guys but at what cost.

Grian standing on the ruins of the tower by himself going through the five stages of grief over Mumbo's death as the sun rises in the background is a gorgeous piece of fanart waiting to happen

Martyn you didn't need to start the episode by talking about how Ren is providing for you, you're asking for the shipping at this point 🤣

MARTYN YOU DO THE LORE OFC JIMMY AND TANGO WERE OUT FIRST. Also REN YOU WERE LITERALLY IN DOUBLE LIFE. RIP Ren/BigB we know where his true loyalties lie

THE TWO NICKLES MEME BREAKING CONTAINMENT I CAN'T

Ren inviting BigB to join the RenWood Mound alliance WITHOUT REMEMBERING DOUBLE LIFE is so insane I don't even know what to say.

OF COURSE SCAR REMEMBERS THE DESERT DUO FLOWERS I'M GOING TO BE SICK

Martyn and Ren saying they're going to be boat bros. This has been coming since last session but I NEED Joel and Etho to call them out on it

"We're boat boys," MARTYN INTHELITTLEWOOD WHEN I CATCH YOU-

Etho yelling for Bdubs to hit him so they could test if the wildcard affected damage and then Tango going "smack me harder~" in the background was diabolical. Suuuure you guys are all PG.

Etho sitting in a boat for Joel to jump over him feels like some boat boys relationship symbolism I'm not smart enough to explain

So Etho is currently living with team BET, but allied with the Four Gs, and in the family with Gem and Joel. Wildcard Etho is so back!

Of course Impulse immediately remembered the clock question.

Joel boasting about how he immediately knows all the questions is peak Joel form and I would expect nothing less. It is kind of warranted though because everybody else is waffling on the simple ones.

Joel is now two for two on unquestioningly trusting Etho only to have something bad happen to him and not even being mad about it what is wrong with this man 😭

Does Joel have the censor bleep on his keyboard or did he just straight up start swearing at Tango and know they would both have to censor it in post to get the effect that he was also making the noise?

Scott's gone from a creaking fanboy to a body horror situation and I'm living for it (also considering he's agreed to "go wild" this session--am I sensing a Scott corruption arc?)

Scott cutting directly from saying he and Jimmy were never married even though they called each other husbands to a scene WITH Jimmy was kind of an insane choice

Gaslight Gatekeep Girlboss Girldad has been confirmed by Scott as the actual reason for the 4Gs. I still think Gaslight Gatekeep Girlboss ImpulseSV is funnier but good to have an official ruling

Scott giving up his life for Pearl and them being good natured about it and calling it therapy! I love them so much!

Lizzie being the only person who's not exicted when a trivia bot spawns is so funny. Even the other players who weren't in all the seasons don't seem to be as miffed by them as she is.

Lizzie's flaming snail arising out of that hole while smiling is potentially the funniest thing I've seen all day. Why did it look like that 🤣

[allisluv]

Finnick reacting to someone slutshaming reader in front of him🤭🤭 (it could be both about about clothes or body count)

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safe and sound

pairing: finnick o’dair x fem!reader

content warnings: slut shaming, finnick being protective, not edited, suggestive themes

word count: 726

"Here you go, honey," Finnick slides up beside you and hands you a glass of red wine. His hand lands on your lower back and he smooths his fingers over the bare skin that the slit in your dress exposes.

"Thanks," you murmur, pressing a chase kiss to his cheek. Red lipstick smudges onto his face and you lick your thumb, trying to rub it off his sun-kissed skin. Finnick smiles into his flask of champagne and you drop your hands to your hips. "What?"

"Nothing," Finnick mutters, pulling you snug into his side. "I just think you're cute, that's all, baby." He rests his chin on top of your head and leads you over to the food tables that are scattered strategically around the outskirts of the room.

You fall into step with your boyfriend, and he grabs your free hand with his own. He sets his drink down on the table, grabs two paper plates from the stack, and starts piling them high with an array of finger food.

You can feel a pair of eyes watching you, and when you angle your head to the side, you catch sight of two Capitol women staring you down. You shift uncomfortably and offer them a tight-lipped smile that freezes on your face when they start to whisper, making no effort to keep their voices quiet.

"Look at what she's wearing," one of them announces. "She looks like a slut. I bet she'd sleep with anything that has a pulse."

"I don't know how Finnick puts up with having her as a girlfriend," the second say through a laugh. "I mean, he has people queuing up around the block to go out with him and he settles for some... some, what? A common whore?"

The words feel like a slap to the face and suddenly, your dress feels far too revealing for your liking.

Finnick's always been in tune with your emotions, and as if he can sense you clamming up, he abandons his drink and food at the table. "What's wrong, honey?" he murmurs, intertwining his fingers with your own.

"See?" A loud, shrill voice cuts through the air. "She'd jump his bones without caring who's watching. What a tramp."

You can almost see Finnick brimming with anger and you grab hold of his suit-jacket, trying to pull him back and stop him from doing something he regrets, but he's far too strong for his own good.

"Finnick, leave it, please," you beg, tears brimming on your waterline. "It's fine, it doesn't matter."

"It does matter," Finnick insists, breaking free of your hold and charging towards the two women like a man on a mission. The two Capitolites wear smug smiles as he makes a beeline for them. "Hey!"

"Looks like someone finally came to their senses," one of them says.

"I beg your pardon?" Finnick clenches his jaw.

"I mean, you could have your pick of the litter. It's about time you open your eyes and see that you need someone more... classy."

"I wouldn't fuck you if you were the last woman alive," Finnick sneers. You slap a hand over your mouth, stifling a laugh. "And if I hear you talking about my girlfriend like that again, you won't have to worry about sticking around that long, 'cause I'll kill you myself."

"You can't talk to me like that!" she scowls, face as white as printer paper.

"I just did," Finnick grabs you by the hand and leads you through the crowd that have formed to watch the infamous Finnick O'Dair rip a poor woman to shreds. He can see the headlines already, but he has tunnel vision when it comes to you, and he doesn't stop moving until the two of you are safe and sound in the hallway, where the dance music is muffled. "Are you okay?" He reaches up and cups your cheeks in his hands.

"I think that may have been the hottest thing I've ever seen," you blurt out honestly.

Finnick grins. "Hm, is that so?" His hands slide down to grip your hips and he leans forward, lips brushing the shell of your ear. "Why don't you let me show you how hot I think you are?" You tilt your head to the side, a smile playing on your lips. "I like the sound of that."

[starlight-eclipsed]

Rockets Pointed Up at the Stars (Pt 1/2)

Inspired by this braindead rejected soulmates au post by @im-totally-not-an-alien-2. More art at the end!

Part II

Tim slumped down on the edge of an apartment building, leaning his weight against the rooftop’s fence. The alleyways below were deserted, criminals retreating to get a couple hours of sleep before sunrise. A perfect setting to catch a breather before ending his patrol for the night.

The Red Robin suit still felt wrong on him. He thought waiting a week to get accustomed to it would help, but he might have made a mistake when he tried to adjust it to be as close to his Robin uniform as possible without it being obvious. He’d have to remember to alter it further the next time he got the chance, to see if wearing something entirely different would finally make him stop checking the shadows for Bruce. Patrolling Gotham alone felt too much like admitting he was really gone.

Just as he was about to move on, the rooftop access door slammed open.

Tim nearly jumped out of his skin as he whirled around, ready to either apologize, attack, or flee, when he met familiar glowing green eyes.

Subconsciously, he let himself breathe easy as he took in the other’s appearance.

Phantom was an anomaly at the best of times. A phantom thief by definition, the criminal had simply appeared one day to cause chaos—lingering only to taunt his pursuers as he made a daring escape with whatever priceless treasure of the month. His motives were unknown, as was virtually anything about him besides his calling card (a green sticky note with nothing but ‘BOO’ written in permanent black marker), appearance, and a meta ability to phase through objects.

Of course, one couldn’t be a phantom thief without a detective rival (or so the thief in question claimed). For some reason, Phantom had outright declared not Batman, but Robin for the role. Tim couldn’t count how many sleepless nights were spent chasing after him, face red from a mixture of exertion and embarrassment. Because it wasn’t enough for the admittedly good-looking criminal roughly his age to run circles around him. No, the jerk had to go out of his way to flirt with him the whole time.

He hadn’t even thought about how Phantom would react to there being a new Robin. But looking at him now, a small part of Tim couldn’t help but feel selfishly glad. From what he could see of the furious expression on his shadowed face and glowing eyes, it wasn’t hard to see that Phantom was taking the change about as well as Tim was.

“I leave for two weeks, and suddenly there’s a new Batman and Robin?! What the fuck, Detective—you’d think to at least have the decency to tell a guy, but nooo, I had to find out through goddamn Victor Fries!”

Tim blinked, “Didn’t Mr. Freeze retire after someone brought his wife back?”

Phantom paused his fury, shrugging a bit. “Nora keeps track of everything happening in Gotham in case something her husband did to save her comes back to bite them.”

“Huh.”

“Anyway! It took me going after Victor to ask why there was a new Robin for me to hear that the actual Batman was dead, Gotham went berserk for a while as every other guy tried to take up the position, and somewhere along the lines you got the grand idea to add ‘red’ to your name! Which makes no sense, since you practically lived for that mantle and I would’ve bet that you’d take it past the grave if given the chance.”

Tim winced. As per usual, Phantom’s words hit home in more ways than intended.

The thief stopped short, the glowing of his eyes intensifying as he looked over Tim’s new identity. Tim didn’t move as soundless footsteps strode forward, not even pausing as Phantom phased through the chain link fence to sit a couple feet away from him.

He could count on one hand the number of times Phantom had done this. One second they’d be exchanging insults, and then suddenly the criminal would stop and stare, feeling like he was gazing into the depths of Tim’s very soul. Each time, he called off their chase, insisting that Tim take a break and talk to someone about whatever was troubling him. It was uncanny how he could somehow tell when Tim’s negative feelings were overwhelming his rational thought—Batman himself would use Phantom encounters to measure Tim’s wellbeing at times.

Looking back, it was odd how Phantom would insert himself into every aspect of Robin’s life, but back off the second he sensed something was wrong. He’d call attention to whenever Tim was particularly anxious, once even physically dragging Bruce over to ‘talk to your son when he’s sad’, but never offer any comfort himself. But here they were, Phantom obviously seeing something Tim could never hope to conceal, with no Bruce nearby to summon and make things better.

Tim’s throat clogged at the reminder of yet another little thing Bruce might never get to do again. He couldn’t be dead, not with how many times Tim checked the body and struggled to recognize the man who’d become like a father to him. 

“...I…I know we’re not exactly friends, Detective. But if you need to get something off your chest, I swear to never use it against you.” Phantom fidgeted with his cloak. From this close a distance, Tim could see the faint glimmer of sparkling purple constellations embroidered on the inside. For some reason, the sight of the soft fabric never failed to calm his nerves.

(It reminded him of a time long ago, when he held a gel ink pen and asked a mystery person to quit whatever they were doing that left his arms covered in star charts that didn’t match anything in the Earth’s night sky.)

He didn’t dare force himself to speak, for fear he might break this tentative peace. Thankfully, Phantom seemed to be taking initiative that night.

“...did you know that I used to be a teen hero?”

Tim’s head jerked upright, meeting Phantom’s eyes. It was impossible to tell exactly what expression he was making behind the mask, but he got a sense of bitter nostalgia. “You never talk about your past.”

A scoff, “Yeah, ‘cause it’s depressing as fuck. Not exactly the sort of thing you can talk about causally.”

He chewed his lip, thinking. “Your suit…minus the cloak, it looks reminiscent of a uniform.”

Phantom fiddled with a cylinder hooked on his belt. It was the only piece of tech visible on his person, a modified soup thermos that somehow served as a near infinite item storage. Impressive, if not odd.

“Yeah, the cloak is more of a blanket than anything else. I added it on when I got tired of looking at the same clothes I used to save my hometown in. It…I didn’t become a hero for fame. It was more trouble than it was worth, honestly. You guys nowadays have so much better support systems than when I was in the business. Makes me wonder if…” he trailed off.

“...why’d you stop?” Tim asked gently, more than willing to throw himself into this new mystery now that he knew it was there.

“It was too much. Everyone wanted me gone, even the people I was protecting. I was hated for my powers, for not always being on the scene when I was needed, for not ending fights faster and for the property damage my villains caused. I didn’t live in a place with metahuman protection laws. The few people that knew my secret identity got tired of superhero life and ditched the first chance they got.” He sighed, “I was hurting, and was desperate for a way out.”

Tim frowned, “So you moved to Gotham and started stealing?”

Phantom snorted. “Nah, I was fucked up for a while after I ran away. It’s funny, one of my rogues was the first to track me down and drag me to a hospital to get my injuries checked. Like a dozen of them got together for an intervention, I thought I was finally losing my grip on reality. I spent a couple months recovering, then took one of them up on a suggestion to try causing trouble for a change. Not anything super bad, but…”

“...enough to feel more in control?” Tim suggested. It wasn’t uncommon for people in bad situations to commit minor crimes, both for the adrenaline and the power rush. Tim himself had once poured his whole soul into tracking and photographing Gotham’s nighttime birds. A hobby that was more than a bit cringe-worthy in hindsight, and definitely creepy considering how much effort he put into stalking his idols. Honestly his young age was the only reason he didn’t get put on a watchlist when he revealed himself to Bruce. That, and the whole I-know-your-secret-identity thing.

“Oof. Yeah, that’s a way to put it. Being hated hurt less when that’s what I was aiming for, y’know?”

Tim tilted his head. “I never hated you.”

A derisive laugh, “Uh-huh. And you loved being led on goose chases when there were more important ways to spend your time.”

“I’m serious.” Tim shifted so that he was better facing Phantom. He didn’t know why, but couldn’t stand the thought of Phantom leaving tonight convinced he was universally hated. “You only make a scene on quiet nights, and you always slowed down for me whenever I had to stop and intervene on some other crime. And you only target the private collections of rich people. Not anyone whose life would be ruined by something getting stolen. You even go out of your way to make sure the guards on duty don’t get in trouble, even when it puts you in a strategically worse position. And…”

He hesitated. Bruce wouldn’t approve…but then again, there was that weird relationship he had with Selina.

“And it was fun. To chase you. It was challenging and frustrating, but your appearance meant that there was nothing else to worry about that night. We could just run regular patrols.”

Oracle was the one to make the connection. Tim didn’t know where along the lines it became an accepted fact, only that Bruce was more comfortable about Robin patrolling alone when Phantom was making a move. A miracle considering what happened to the last one.

Phantom blinked, frowning a bit before his eyes went wide, a shaky smile forming on his lips. “Thanks…it was fun for me too. Kinda the whole reason I kept setting up scenes for Robin to find.”

Tim laughed. The sound startled both of them—he didn’t remember the last time he genuinely smiled like this. It had to be sometime before Bruce was gone, at least.

“So…” Phantom hopped down on the railing of a balcony below, balancing precariously in the way that only he could. He looked up at Tim with an easygoing smile that did little to hide the concern underneath. “As your self-proclaimed favorite rogue, wanna tell me what’s up with the sudden change?”

He shifted a bit, grin fading. “Well…Batman died. He was facing Darkseid and got hit. After the chaos died down, Nightwing took up the mantle and made Batman’s son the new Robin, to help him grieve or something.”

“I don’t know where to start with that.” Phantom adjusted his hood, briefly revealing tan skin underneath. “You sound like you didn’t have a say in it. Wasn’t Robin yours?”

Something bitter worked its way up through Tim’s chest. “It was a borrowed title anyway. I only took it up to help Batman, so it makes sense that I was dismissed—”

“No.”

“—after huh?”

Phantom strode up to him, poking a finger at his knee. “You love being Robin. You don’t have to justify losing your identity. It could’ve been taken in the name of world peace for all I care, that doesn’t make it any less shitty. You just lost someone super important to you, and your connection to them was taken because someone thought your grief was less important. I don’t care who the current one is, you are just as much Batman’s son.”

Tim couldn’t help the small sob that escaped. Or when it doubled, and tears started burning at his eyes. He rubbed at them in an attempt to stop them before they could make his mask go hot and sticky, but was startled out of it by a soft weight being thrown over him. He looked up to see Phantom leaning over him, securing the hood of his cloak over Tim’s own head.

“You looked like you needed some comfort. It’s weighted.” Phantom shrugged.

“...thanks.” Tim pulled it closer, more than happy to latch onto yet another new focus. “How do you move so easily in this? It feels like I’m being hugged by gravity.”

Phantom chuckled, and it was at that moment Tim suddenly realized the other was floating in the air over him. Since when has he been able to fly?

“I use intangibility a lot, but it’s not my only power. It felt like overkill to use more than that in my heists. So I didn’t.”

Tim groaned, “You were going easy on me this whole time?”

“Oh, definitely not. I’m sure you’ve noticed, but intangibility is arguably the most pain in the ass thing to counter. I’m being annoying on purpose.”

Phantom grinned, and Tim couldn’t help but analyze the full sight of him. Everything from his teeth to his ears was pointed, a sharp contrast to the wispy white hair that flowed smoothly in a nonexistent breeze. The most attention grabbing was a glowing green mark resembling a gash across his chest, roughly in the place where a hero would wear their logo. The sight of it made Tim’s own chest ache.

“I don’t think Batman is dead.” He said suddenly.

“What makes you say that?” Phantom asked, reclining on empty air. 

It wasn’t denial, not calling him insane or lost in grief. For the first time since his fight with Dick, Tim felt as though he could breathe again. “I know it sounds crazy, there’s no proof—”

“Woah woah woah,” Phantom reached forward, gently pulling Tim’s hands away from where he had started pulling at his hair. “Slow down. Walk me through your thought process.”

“It just…it doesn’t feel right. Not that I can’t believe it if he died, but this specifically doesn’t feel right. I’d feel it if Br-Batman was dead…there was a whole cloning facility where Batman’s body was found.”

That seemed to spark interest in Phantom’s eyes. “You think the body was a clone?”

“Why would someone as powerful and precise as Darkseid drop everything and kill someone he was in the process of cloning? Why was he even trying to clone Batman specifically? We’re missing something, and I think Darkseid is using everyone’s grief to cover his plan.”

Phantom propped his chin on his hand, deep in thought. “Darkseid…I’ve heard that name before. Does he have something to do with time or space?”

Tim practically sagged in relief. “He can travel freely through both, and has a host of other abilities that give Superman a run for his money.”

He snapped his fingers, “Ah, that Darkseid! Yeah, if he wanted Bats dead there wouldn’t be a body left. I’d bet my collection he’s lost in time somewhere.”

“Thank you!” Tim gestured wildly, “You’re officially the first person to hear me out. Like, is it really so hard to believe?”

“No probs, Detect-o. It’s not the weirdest thing I’ve heard, by far.”

“Exactly,” Tim huffed, leaning back and sighing. “Now I just have to convince the Justice League so they can go back in time and grab him.”

“Why not just get him yourself?”

Tim glanced over to where Phantom hung in the sky. “Unless you’re also hiding time powers in there, we kinda need the League to get to him. Plus I don’t even know when in time he is.”

“Lucky for you, I know a guy,” Phantom grinned. “The Master of Time messaged me this mornin’, something about stopping Batman from breaking the time space continuum. It’s why I’m back in Gotham so soon.”

“You…know the Master of Time.”

“Yep!” He popped the p.

“And they messaged you.”

Phantom hummed, “You can imagine how it went when I tried to confront Batman a couple hours ago. The new Robin’s a menace, if I was any slower you’d have to deal with a Phantom shish kebab.”

Tim winced. It was never fun to be on the wrong end of Damian’s katana. Still, he focused back on the insanity at hand. “So you’re saying you can just go back and rescue Batman right now?”

“Now that I know what’s happening, yeah. Clocky probably already has a portal ready for me. Batman will be back before you can say ‘Gotham’!”

It was inconceivable. To think, the living nightmare of the past weeks would be over, just like that. His brain was screaming at him that this was some sort of cruel setup, that there was no way Phantom was telling the truth. There had to be a catch somewhere, some kind of punchline in the sick comedy that was the life of Tim Drake.

But his heart, the part of him that just wanted his dad back won out.

“What’s stopping you? You’re not usually one to wait for a window of opportunity.”

Phantom rubbed the back of his neck. “No, but I distinctly remember waiting for a certain vigilante. I was wondering if…you’d like to come with?”

Tim’s jaw dropped. “You’re inviting me, a vigilante who has attempted to arrest you dozens of times…to travel back in time to save Batman, another vigilante who has tried to put you under arrest.”

“Emphasis on tried,” Phantom joked, before turning serious. “I mean it—it’s your family. Besides, it could be fun. You come with me on a time heist, instead of sitting back here worrying your pretty head off with all the ways things could go wrong. And you get to tell everyone else ‘I told ya so’ when you save Batman on your own.”

He tried to work his mind through what Phantom was offering. To be able to fix things, maybe not go back to the way they used to be (Damian might actually kill him if he ever wore Robin again) but to have Bruce back. It wasn’t even a question.

No matter how smart Tim was, how he tried to plan things in advance the way Bruce did, he never stopped being the lonely kid who would sneak out at night to shadow his heroes. When Phantom reached out to offer a hand, Tim didn’t hesitate.

“You’re wrong, though.”

Phantom blinked, firmly gripping Tim’s hand without hurting him. “About what?”

“I wouldn’t be saving Batman on my own. We’d be doing it together.”

A fanged grin matched his own, blinding him to the swirling green portal that formed around them. Before Tim could so much as wonder if he maybe should’ve messaged someone about what he was setting off to do, they were already gone.

— - —

This was supposed to be a oneshot, but it got a bit long so I decided to split it up.

I really love this au, but I noticed that everyone has a tendency to hone in on the angst so much that the characters behind it get a bit lost in the process. Not that there's anything wrong with that, but I wanted to try my hand at writing the misunderstandings without making either of them at fault.

(Insert rant about how the whole point of soulmates is that this person is a match for you, so even if you fundamentally are not good for each other you still get where the other person is coming from. There's so much more angst potential in not being able to hate someone no matter what they do to hurt you, but I digress.)

But yeah, let the boys heal and be happy! Also this is the closest I've gotten to actually writing romance and that's not saying much XD

Here's the design I drew for Phantom Thief!Danny. Feel free to drop an ask, I'd love to ramble more about this :D

[angstywaifu]

Options - Bodhi Durran x Reader

Prompt - They're looking. Kiss me. Now!

Warning: Spoilers for end of Fourth Wing.

Masterlist

Graduation Day. A celebration for all. For those graduating the college and accepting their postings. And for those of us moving up to the next year. It was an exciting time. And I was glad for the distraction after Athebyne. Athebyne where it had nearly all ended. Nearly gone wrong. Something Colonel Aetos had hoped for. Had almost bet on in fact. All day I had caught people staring at those of us who we’re meant to be dead. Wondering and whispering about what had happened.

Movement in front of me catches my eyes as two cadets from another wing sit in front of me. I vaguely knew them. They we’re in my year but that was about it. Due to me being one of the marked ones they usually kept their distance from me. Something about the way they looked at me had me on edge. One of them had a second drink in their hand they pushed towards me.

”Can I help you?” I ask them sarcastically. Hoping they get the hint I didn’t want to talk to them.

”Just thought you could use some company. Sitting here all by yourself. No one wants that on graduation night.” The one on the left says.

”Maybe some of us do want to be alone.” I snap back as they push the drink towards me again despite me already holding on in my hands.

”Graduation Day is a time to celebrate, let loose. Something we can help with.” The one on the right adds.

The way they both smile at me sends a chill up my mind. I had now regretted my choice to sit on my own. I could have easily joined some of the others, but most of my friend group were occupied or we’re saying goodbye to those who were leaving. Which is where Imogen and Bodhi had disappeared to. Gone to say goodbye to Garrick and Xaden who I had seen before coming down here.

”Well this Graduation Day I don’t particularly feel like celebrating. So if that’s your only goal, please go elsewhere.” I say before turning my attention to elsewhere in the room, my eyes catching Bodhi, Garrick and Xaden making their way into the room.

”Most of you made it back alive. Can’t have been that bad.” One of them adds.

I see red as I turn to face them. But I couldn’t snap at them the way I wanted to. I couldn’t reveal what we had actually dealt with. Actually faced. I had to reign it in.

”Regardless I do not feel like celebrating, especially not with you two.” I emphasise the last word with as much anger as I can. Please get the hint and leave me alone.

They smirk at me. “I don’t see any other options for you. All the other marked ones seem to already have their options for tonight.”

God these two made my skin crawl. Made me want to jump over the table and teach them the lesson I know I could easily do. I’d seen them fight. They weren’t bad, but I was better. I had Xaden and Garrick to thank for that.

“Not that it’s any of your business, but I have options. So if you could move along.”

A lie. A blatant lie. I had no options. No one I could escape to and try use to get these two away from me. And these two creeps knew.

”Go on then, go get one of those options and we will leave you peacefully be.” One of them challenged.

I gulp as I scan the room. Hoping for anyone. Anything. Hell I would go over to Imogen and ask her to play along. We were both straight, but we would play the part if needed for the other to help get out of a situation quite like this. I had hoped she had snuck back in with Garrick, Xaden and Bodhi but she hadn’t. Bodhi. Bodhi could help. But it was different with him. We had a friendship, that quite honestly could go that way if we wanted. Hell we toed the line a little too much. But that’s all we were. Friends. Nothing more. But he would help. And it’s not like I had to kiss him or anything. Right? All I had to do was walk up, quickly explain the situation and hope those two would find someone else to go pester. Though part of me hoped they wouldn’t. I could do this. It was easy. That’s what I tried to tell myself as I stood up and walked over to Bodhi who was leaning against the wall with Garrick. Xaden now gone. Probably saying goodbye to Violet. Bodhi looks over at me as I rush over to him and Garrick. I know he can tell something is up by the way his brow furrows.

”You ok?” He asks as I stop in front of him.

”I need your help. I need you to pretend that you’re into me.” I tell him sternly.

Garrick does his best to hide his laugh with a cough. He mutters something that sounds oddly like “that won’t be hard” as Bodhi elbows him in the side.

”T-that’s an interesting thing t-to need help with.” Bodhi stutters back.

I sigh and nod my head towards the two boys who are staring at us very intently, obviously intrigued to see who out of Bodhi and Garrick was my option. Garrick was a gamble as he was dressed to leave. But he was known to sleep around when he was so inclined. He would have been the more believable target for this. Garrick would have easily played along, but would also give me shit about it later. But I had gone to Bodhi.

”Those two are pestering me and keep pushing that I need to celebrate tonight with them. And I do not. It’s the last thing I want. But they won’t go unless I can prove to them I have another option. Which I don’t, but I need someone to at least pretend.” I blurt out as I look behind me. My blood runs cold, they’ve now stood up and are looking at Bodhi and I, and are about to walk over. Shit., I barely think before the words leave my mouth. “They’re looking. Kiss me.”

”Ah….”

”NOW!”

Bodhi just looks at me shocked. Frozen in place. Shit. I step forward and cup his face between my hands as I pull him down into a kiss. I feel Bodhi go rigged as our lips touch. As my lips meet his, its like it ignites a fire in me. A fire I had never felt before. I wrap my hands around his neck in an effort to deepen the kiss as I step closer. As I lightly trace his lip with my tongue, something in Bodhi snaps. His hands that were frozen at his side come to grip my hips and pull me flush against him. His body relaxing as he eases into the kiss. A small groan rumbling through him as our tongues meet. A cough next to us has us breaking apart to a very amused Garrick smirking at us as he motions with his head. I turn my gaze to see they’ve stormed off to another table and a group of girls from another squad. I go to step back but Bodhi’s grip on my hips tighten as he holds me against him. I look back at him to see him staring at me with an intensity I’ve never seen before.

”Have fun you two. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.” Garrick teases before pushing off the wall, leaving us alone as he heads outside.

Bodhi continues to stare at me, as if he’s shocked and cant believe what has just happened. As if it was a dream. A dream he had been waiting to come true. Like he had been waiting for me to toe that line just a little more. To take that first step he was too scared to. But slowly a smile breaks out over his face.

”Would you object to not pretending to celebrate with me tonight?” He finally asks, in a way that almost reminds me of the confidence that Garrick and Xaden have.

”Not at all.” I tell him before giving him a quick kiss, grabbing his hand and leading him up to the third year rooms.

[ryusuisloveinterest]

henloo ‼️ how has everything been lately? i hope you're alright and having a nice day/night <3

can i make a request for Ryusui, Sai, Ukyo and Tsukasa with a dyslexic s/o reader? nothing too fancy, just them being comforting because it is actually a very frustrating condition most of the time, haha

that would be it, tysm 🫶

hi anon (you’re now 🐳 anon)! I tried my best because I’m not that familiar with what people with dyslexia go through so if anything so insensitive or offensive I’m sorry and please let me know🙏 I hope you like it💗

Ryusui, Sai, Ukyo, & Tsukasa with a dyslexic s/o🫶

Ryusui:

I don’t see Ryusui really noticing at first lol. If anyone were to ask him if you have dyslexia he’d probably just shrug and be all like “idk but who cares?”

When he sees the red on your face when he points out you’re sentence is missing some words he feels so bad

“Love I didn’t mean to offend you! I’m so sorry I just want you to make a good grade that’s all!”

“I know Ryusui… it’s just so hard dealing with this…”

“With what?”

“Ryusui you know I’m dyslexic right? Ryusui?”

Immediately goes to Senku💀

He wants to know how he can help you

If you want a professional to help with your words and/or writing than bet Ryusui will have like 10 of the best at your doorstep in 10 minutes 

If you just wanted some encouragement than Ryusui’s got plenty of it!

“Hey love it’s alright. Take your time I’ll be here to listen.”

He’s always here for you to vent and to listen no matter what

Sai:

Sai is more likely to catch on, but doesn’t want to say anything because he’s worried he’ll offend you if he’s wrong

He does bring it up though when he sees you having a hard time reading a menu at a restaurant 

“Darling do you want me to read it for you?”

With a blush you nod, that’s all he needs to know

He has no problem helping you 

He makes sure that if you spelt something wrong or need help reading something to whisper it so you’re not embarrassed 

If you ever get frustrated he’s definitely someone to go to. He’s not good with words but while hold you and let you vent

Ukyo: 

He heard you mumbling to yourself when he found out 

“Damn this stupid dyslexia…”

He never brought it up to you but definitely helped a lot

When he talks to you he always waits with a smile for your response 

“Sorry Ukyo, it just takes some time for me to find my words…”

“Hey don’t ever be sorry! Take all the time you need.”

If you ever misspell something he’ll either whisper it to tell you and give you a small sign like gently tapping your shoulder or motioning his head towards the word

He wants to help you in anyway you can, so if you wanna read to him to help yourself then he’s gonna listen

If you wanna write him little notes he’ll read them and identify any changes if needed

“Take deep breaths baby, we’ll get through this together!”

Tsukasa:

He found out when you went to one of his matches

You help a sign that read I love you Tuskasa!! 

He didn’t say anything to you after the match, but Mirai did 😀 kids are so bold I swear

“Big sis that’s not how you spell Tsukasa’s name!”

Your face immediately reddens as you look at the sign again. You didn’t recognize it at first but after slowly reading it you found the issue

“O-oh…my bad. I didn’t mean to-“

“It’s alright princess. No harm done, in fact I love the sign.”

After that Tsukasa asked you about it and told you Mirai didn’t mean any harm in what she said 

“It’s alright my prince, I’m just embarrassed. The whole arena saw that stupid sign.”

“Hey I told you I love it so don’t talk bad about it!”

His next match it was hanging on his side of the ring❤️

He’ll help you in anyway he can 

He also talks to Mirai so she understands of course she gives you a big hug and apologizes

God forbid someone else gives you crap for it cause he’ll knock them straight out without hesitation 

Random dude: “you spelt this wrong. What’re you a kindergartn-“

Tsukasa smacks the shit outta him know he’s knocked out

“Come on y/n let’s go.”

No one messes with his girl

[barcaracing]

ferrari boys | cs55

summary: even before a race you will find the time to banter with your favourite men in red

pairing: carlos sainz x reader; charles leclerc x platonic!reader

tw: none

a/n: the prompt was "come here. no, not you" but somehow i forgot about it until the last minute lol

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It was another race weekend and you found yourself in the Ferrari garage, staring up at your boyfriend like an awestruck puppy as he was doing absolutely nothing. You might as well have been watching paint dry. Really, really attractive paint from Spain. But paint nonetheless, and you weren't even doing a good job at hiding it.

"Mate." You heard someone say, voice laced with amusement and a familiar French accent. "You're drooling."

Blinking yourself out of your daze, you turned to see Charles leaning against the counter with a knowing smirk on his face. You weren't sure how long he'd been standing there, but Carlos had been chatting with the mechanic for over 20 minutes. Your guess was that you'd been shamelessly staring for that long too. You weren't going to admit that though.

You leaned back in your chair. "Stop inventing."

"I don't need to." Charles crossed his arms, still smirking. "You’ve got drool in the corner of your mouth."

"It’s just the car fumes that are finally getting to you,” you retorted and he let out a laugh.

"Don't even try to deny it." Charles shook his head. "I saw the face."

“Really? And what face was that?"

"Like the one Roscoe does when Lewis is holding a treat in front of his face."

Carlos started coughing, doing a horrible job of masking his laugh and the fact that he'd been listening to your conversation. When you turned to look at him, he immediately held up the water bottle in his hand and embodied the picture of innocence. "Just drinking."

You narrowed your eyes at him. "You're supposed to be on my side."

"I'm just drinking water. Look." He held the bottle to his lips. "Sip, sip."

You rolled your eyes. "Don't take this the wrong way, but I really hope you choke again."

Charles laughed. "So romantic."

Carlos hummed in agreement. "You should've heard the way she talked to me last night in bed–"

"That's my cue," said the mechanic awkwardly before walking out the door, looking a bit red around the ears.

"No, he didn't mean it like that–" you said hurriedly but he was already gone. You let out a huff and kicked your boyfriend in the back of his knees. He folded in but not enough to actually tumble to the floor.

"Oi! Cariño, I didn't say anything." He stepped aside to avoid another kick from you.

"Kick a little higher," Charles encouraged.

Before you could, Carlos pushed your knees apart and stepped into the frame of your legs. His hand found your chin and gently tilted it upwards to make you look at him. "Don't."

You laughed. "You always kick me in your sleep.”

"I don't kick." Carlos looked offended. "Maybe I twitch, but I'm not a kicker."

"You almost ‘twitched’ me out of bed last night," you said flatly and Charles made a gagging sound. You rolled your eyes. "Not what I meant."

"Fine." Carlos tucked a stray piece of hair behind your ear. "But don't kick me, I still need my legs for the race."

"What about higher?" His teammate quipped.

Carlos glared at him. "Cabrón, do you want me to kick you?"

Charles leaned back, holding up his hands. "Please don't make me a part of this."

A teasing smile swept over your lips. "I bet he doesn't kick in his sleep."

"He does," said Carlos. "I've seen him sleep on the plane and kick the flight attendant."

"That was, like, once."

Carlos raised his brows. "Mate, you did it twice."

"Okay, maybe, but–"

"To the same woman too."

Charles scoffed. "That’s not true.”

"She tripped twice–"

"Mate, were you watching me sleep?" Charles glared at your boyfriend.

Laughing, you pulled at Carlos' shirt to catch his attention. He smiled down at you. “Sí?”

"Practise session starts in 15 minutes.” You smiled back at him before looking at Charles too. “They’re probably waiting for you."

Carlos swept a glance at the clock hanging on the wall. “Right, we should go.” He stepped away from you and made to leave when he suddenly turned back around and held out his arm. “Wait, come here.”

You stood up at the same time Charles pushed off the wall and Carlos quickly said, “No, not you.”

“What?” Charles glanced your way when you burst out laughing at the horrified look on your boyfriend’s face.

“Oh my God, mate.” Charles shook his head, laughing. “Mate, I wasn’t going to– I have to leave too, you know.”

You stood up from the chair and patted Charles on his shoulder as you passed him. “Maybe next time you get to give him a good luck kiss.”

*****

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[sevenop]

Billie Eilish x Fem!reader: O Captain! My Captain!

A/n: A slightly alcoholic cultural revelry in the warmth atmosphere of the O'Connell's family ends in a totally uncultured way. Billie relaxes and gets drunk, pestering you almost at the table. Finn looks too excited when he hears the notification sound on his phone and looks at Claudia. Later you find out that these talented duo have made a crazy bet.

"As far as I know," Patrick sips the drink with a funny sound and the amber column in his glass drops slightly after a sip, and the cinnamon wand sticks into his gray mustache like a straw, - "this drink came to be called 'rum on three waters,' or 'grog,' after Captain Old Grog, a nickname given to Vernon for his habit of strolling about the deck in bad weather in an old waterproof cape. "

"I didn't know you were so into alcohol, Mr. O'Connell." - you grin good-naturedly and twirl the cinnamon stick like a spoon, creating a small alcoholic tornado in the cup: the swirls of fruity berry tea mixed with golden rum are mesmerizing, making you stare for a few seconds before returning your gaze. A warm smile plays across Patrick's face as he looks at you, blue eyes sparkling with gratitude for your interest.

"Please, just Patrick." - the man gently corrects you and you nod in agreement. Eh, it's all the fault of your boundless reverence.

"And not so much the alcohol as its history, my dear," Maggie returned from the kitchen with a careful, soft step and stood next to Patrick, who immediately put his arm around her waist. It certainly adds to the comfort. As does the presence of a beautiful woman like Maggie in general. - "There's that traditional Irish trait about him. Will you help me, darling?"

Patrick nods in agreement, assuring you of his imminent continuation of the story, and the parents retire back to the kitchen to tackle the long-awaited tofu turkey, another of Maggie's proud culinary masterpieces. It looks like it's about five minutes away from being fully cooked, at most.

You hear a new chirp notification opposite and without hesitation turn your gaze to Finn, continuing to observe: the red-haired man grabs the phone from the table abruptly, and after recognizing the contents of the screen becomes even more flighty, staring at Claudia with a mute question. You literally see humped question marks appear above his head, almost getting tangled in slightly overgrown copper hair, to which the girl responds with an innocent smile.

"Guys, is something wrong?" - you put your cup to the lips to take a generous sip, but you nearly choke on it, coughing as you feel a sudden tight grip on your right thigh.

A sharp turn of the head and you meet head-on with the source of your mild asphyxia: cloudy drunken lights flash in Billie's blue eyes, accentuated by her cheeky grin.

"Careful, my girl." - Billie gives you a gentle pat on the back, and then shifts her gaze to Finn as if nothing had happened while her hand slowly slides down already on the inside of your thigh, keeping some decent-to-non-decent distance. - "Yes, brother, you look very... excited."

Finneas buries his face in a glass, almost with his nose, and all the secrets of the universe are concentrated in the amber surface of the grog. He doesn't even look at Claudia now, but for some reason it seems to you that the blush on the guy's cheeks and ears has become clearer. Perhaps alcohol is to blame for everything. A new notification bell and an attack of your asphyxia is already transferred to him, and the role of the rescuer is Claudia.

"I'm fine," he awkwardly picks up a few drops of diluted rum with his palm from his short red beard. Several images of the pirate aesthetic immediately run before your eyes. - "Just... can't let go of thoughts of the turmoil of the day."

"Relax, it's just a regular night out with your loved ones, right?" - Billie's heated voice is pleasantly husky, and you twitch slightly, catching the sudden goosebumps of arousal. And it's not just her voice that's to blame, it's also her cheeky palm, which has slid deftly from your thigh to the zipper of your jean shorts, playfully yanking the lock tongue down just a couple of links. Fuck! What's going on today...?

By God's miracle, you restrain your emotions of shock and embarrassment, which strive to play out with the whole palette on your face, and quickly intercept her hand, closing your fingers with a bracelet around her wrist. In your mind, you offered up over a dozen prayers to God so that no one would see this movement.

"Billie's right, love, you really should relax," Claudia gently pats her lover on the shoulder with the same perfectly simple-minded smile. But when she and Eilish glance over, you could swear you see some fleetingly conspiratorial, sly spark in her green whirlpools. Eilish herself echoes it. Both of their smiles turn predatory as Fin's phone beeps unobtrusively again, and the guy covers his face with his palms in anguish. You've obviously missed something.

"I'll tell you a little later," noticing your misunderstanding, Eilish smoothly moves closer to you, scorching your ear with an ingratiating whisper. - "In the meantime, I have something for you as well."

She slips out of your grasp in one imperceptible movement and intercepts your hand to place it on the fly of her incredibly voluminous shorts. You feel the hard bulge through the soft fabric and it seems to you in a moment that the chair beneath you will shockingly split on the floor, spreading all four legs in different directions, in pairs parallel to each other. Because you have mentally fainted about three times already.

"Pirate, what the hell is that?!" - you seem to whisper a little too loudly, but Billie even likes it. She only winks playfully and bites her lower lip a little too hotly, hiding it behind her cup when you hear the sound of footsteps from the kitchen.

You try to pull your hand away, but Billie only moves a little closer to you, squeaking the leg of her chair lightly, and springs your hand back. And you don't know what's stronger: your embarrassment at the possibility of total embarrassment in front of her parents, your growing arousal, or your trust in the reckless younger O'Connell. Fuck.

"Here we are!" - Patrick solemnly brings in a tray of flaming vegan turkey to set it on the table.

"I hope you enjoy it," Maggie steps a little behind him, smiling with a note of maternal awe.

"What's so stupid, Mom?" - Eilish drains the rest of her cup and then plops her chin on the palm of her arm bent at the elbow. - "You know you and bad cooking are categorically incompatible."

She sends a warm smile to her mother, then transfers the murky pre-storm seas to you afterward. "Trust me." And you, frothing with excitement, trust. Eilish is your favorite and authoritative captain, guiding your ship through this palpable absurdity of a situation.

Fin's phone pings again.

×××

"That was too good, can I get the recipe?" - Claudia gently pushes her plate away, passing a paper napkin over her lips. You nod in agreement at her remark as well.

"Of course, girls!" - Maggie shone, the word of the August sun: blindingly bright, yet so warming. - "I'll be sure to describe everything to you in the morning, but now it's time for us all to rest."

And you exhale in awe, even though Eilish's hand under the table outlines your knee a little too flirtatiously. What's a kneecap! In these past thirty minutes, Eilish has replaced the biblical Tempter Serpent himself, getting you as hot as she can and can't. She's done everything from playful touching of your leg to overly explicit, lingering strokes of your thigh. She even managed to walk on the very blade: still unzip your fly and slip her fingers inside for a few moments, touching the very epicenter of your heat and tension through the thin fabric of your underwear. You nearly fly up in your chair, held up only by multi-ton shackles of awkwardness and adrenaline. God... Eilish is gorging himself on his third and final cup of grog, chugging from a teaspoon with the most satisfied smile on his lips, and you don't find the moment better. You press sharply on her bulge at the fly of her shorts and she nearly chokes, biting down on the spoon. The blue drunken seas churn with stormy foam, but how sweet is revenge!

And now you're blissfully thinking that the most dangerous stage of dinner seems to be behind you.

New notice. Oh, good lord....

"Son, is everything okay?"

Finneas is the perfect embodiment of a red traffic light, now tousling his hair with his pale hand. All nervous and hunched over.

"Yeah, Dad, I just think I overdid it today."

Billie bounces her fist with laughter and you catch her again, paying for all your patience with her own gold coin: another press and she bites her fist just barely visible to let out an embarrassed groan. You seem to have grown bolder after your second drink.

Patrick steers the conversation slightly into traditional fatherly admonishment, only to then return to the rails of everyday topics. You graciously agree to help Maggie with the dishes, acting as a precautionary measure (if Billie gets up from the table, there's a fifty percent chance that one unfortunate move will be a staggering disaster), but before you do, a small, crumpled piece of paper falls with filigree precision onto your lap. Billie, even under the influence of alcohol, is perfectly aware of her movements.

"I want you. Now." - The slightly smudged letters are eloquent, and her deep-blue gaze is a seal of assurance. You swallow nervously, silently letting out an exhale. Eilish is sure to drive you crazy someday. Would you mind?

"I'll help your mom out real quick, okay?"

And she nods silently, swallowing you whole, completely, in her deep blue waters. Eilish touches your cheek briefly with her hot lips, and Finneas stares at you like he's never stared before. As if you'd committed this smashing obscenity after all and you'd been noticed. Billie nods at him briefly, and a smile of incommensurate pride blossoms on his face, as if he'd won a dozen Grammys and as many Golden Globes. You are mentally ready to add everything, even the Illuminati, to this silent conspiracy, which has bypassed you in its details.

Relief only comes when these two golden talents of the music industry go upstairs with the speed of comets scattering across the sky, albeit not quite sober. You and Claudia stay behind to help, but there's a rush in her movements, too, so similar to yours.

"What's the matter, anyway?" - You ask quietly, grabbing the empty salad bowl from the table.

"Billie took my word that I wouldn't say anything," Sulewski gives a cat-like sly snort, summarizing. - "But... you and I are obviously going to have to be quieter tonight."

And you are sincerely lost, not knowing what to do: to raise an eyebrow in skepticism and break the roof of the cozy house O'Connells or to fall into a new, only now no longer imaginary fainting, embracing the salad bowl.

You finish the rest of the cleaning in silence, floating in your own rapidly changing thoughts, like a lone sailor on a huge Dutch galleon. You emerge from your thoughts only when you hear the creaking of the wooden stairs beneath your feet. Claudia ironically wishes you a "good night" before hiding behind the door of Finneas's old room and you die, burning the carpet beneath you with a mixture of feelings. It's too crazy an evening.

×××

"Now, Pirate, tell me what the fuck this-", you're unceremoniously silenced with a deep kiss, with force and accompanying rumble spurring to the door. A hiss from the painful meeting of your shoulder blades with the white-painted wood and a groan from the frenzy and duration of your arousal mingle together, sticking across your throat. You bite down on her bottom lip with force. Just the way she likes it.

"I'm sorry," her voice is husky and the blue sapphires glistening in the dark, mysteriously clouded with desire and rum, hypnotizing, turning you into a porcelain statue in her arms. You freeze, and she touches your shoulder blades with her hands through the thin fabric of your black shirt, stroking gently. - "Does it hurt much?"

"It never hurts with you," you whisper, your fingers wanting to sink into her tarry hair. The striped bandana immediately slips to the floor beneath your palms, reaching the floor completely silently. - "I want you, and I also want answers to tonight's performance."

"I can give you everything at once," the cold tip of her nose touches your neck, creating an unreal contrast to the hot, plump lips that slide ever so gently down to your collarbones and then back up to your earlobe. You feel the bite, and she presses closer to you, pressing her impromptu, artificial boner against your very needed spot, and you wrenching a strong exhale. - Finn and I have a bet for tonight."

"More details, Pirate," you cling to her shoulders, ready to climb the wall with excitement. Eilish moves mockingly, creating a friction that fogs your mind and dulls your desire for long-awaited answers. Another thrust of her hips and you gag, biting on your fist as she fast pulls your hand away. - "I fucking... need details..."

"We bet which of the two of us could handle arousal in public better, who could hold out longer," she grins as she sees you touch the waistband of her shorts with trembling hands, undoing the knot. The interfering piece of clothing falls off as you both look at it thoughtfully, as if you were watching the jets of a waterfall falling from high above the glistening cliffs. Actually, as expected: in the semi-darkness of Eilish's old little room, the dark straps of the strap-on glisten, highlighting her alabaster skin so well. How she'd managed to never once get caught with such a 'surprise' at fifteen centimeters - the eighth wonder of the world, no less. - "Well, Finn's condition you can see right now."

"And what did you confront him, Pirate?" - you take a few insistent steps, causing Billie to steps back and fall back onto the sheets of her bed with a smile, fleetingly touching the fabric of the open scarlet canopy. You dive in after her, hovering dominantly. The singer's gaze is breathtaking from the sultry and lustful look in your eyes.

"Not even Eilish anymore?"

She slides her palms under your shirt, stroking your waist. The warmth of her hands is so damn relaxing, you're already not even wanting to be angry for detailed shenanigans. Tugs on the bottom button with her fingers, taking a rhythmic route straight to your collar.

"It's not my fault you were sipping rum tea today like the most badass pirate of the seven seas." - You tease good-naturedly as the shirt slides off your shoulders, revealing it for the silver light of the moon from the window and the hungry blue gaze. Equal to her in terms of clothing, you peel Billie's T-shirt off as she obediently raises her arms for comfort. The smirk on her face mirrors yours exactly.

"I decided to keep Finneas' condition a secret for him, so he only realized at the table that I'd enlisted Clau's support," Eilish continued, watching with amusement as you first deftly tugged off her bodice and then personally exposed yourself like a model in front of a talented artist. - "Lucifer bless her multi-caliber concealed folder."

"Wait," you sit down on the bed next to her, knocked off your feet by the incoming information, the facts folding together in your head in a brisk fashion, like outstretched red threads on a detective's cork board. - "Are you telling me he was getting hot pictures of her all through dinner while you paralleled torturing both of us under the table?"

Billie nods slowly, savoring the pleasure of her own splendid prank, and you collapse into a histrionic laugh, finding a pillow with your hand. Remembering Finneas's sloppy exit from the table, pulling the already long edges of his sweatshirt taut, you nearly cry out in a fit of laughter, clutching the soft pillow tighter.

"You're such a bitch, Billie," you touch her lips as she gently takes the pillow back, hovering over you already.

"As it is," a new stroke on your neck, serving as her delicious dessert, setting her back to her former intimacy. Just below, near your collarbones is the slightly crooked scarlet flower of a hickey, eliciting a muffled moan from you. - "Kissing your partner on the cheek is a voluntary admission of defeat. And even though I lost, admit you're impressed."

"Oh, Captain, my Captain..." - you murmur, running your fingers along her ribs. He takes it as agreement.

Her gaze clings to the only thing left on you: blohsh's gold pendant, set with transparent white sapphires that look like stars in the night sky's companion light. Her heartly present. She grabs the pendant, pulling you gently toward her, so as not to break the chain, but you feel such indescribable strength from her in the gesture. Her free hand touches your cheek with all the tenderness she can muster.

"Mine," she whispers fervently through the kisses, your tongues clashing hotly. The tangy karamel, half bitter, golden rum flavor, the slightly stinging cinnamon, - "only mine precious girl. I can't tolerate stand to be around you."

"Only yours, Captain Eilish. Take me on a voyage of a lifetime with you, please."

And she speaks so confidently that you are ready to rip your heart out of your chest for her right now and present it to her in the palms of your hands, even hotter and only hers.

"I'll take you. Pirates always take their treasure with them forever."

×××

You lower yourself onto her strapon leisurely, trying not to make too much noise, though the knot of pleasure inside will soon burn through you like a magical sphere of fire. Billie holds you by the waist, thrusting only deeper, her mysterious night seas staring at you uninterrupted, wrapping you headlong in their warm waters. She burns out your naked body into her memory, noting that your most appropriate attire is only moon white light and nothing else. The rest is unnecessary tinsel.

"You're so flawless," the soft whisper of plump, templed lips is entirely polarized by the roughness of the thrust that follows. Her right palm slides down, smoothing over your pelvic bones, and then she touches your clit with her index finger, thrusting sharply again. You are immediately literally folded in half in an orgasm. And Eilish really can't get enough, she continues, "folding" you over and over like exquisite Chinese origami.

Even when you're off of her, you don't let yourself rest and drop to your knees, unbuckling the strap, peering into her already relatively sober oceans and touching the moist 'petals' with your tongue, taking you leisurely to the very bottom. You're still shaking slightly, and Eilish rumbles, her guttural moans barely audible.

A thump against the night stand and a cursing is heard from behind the wall opposite both of you. Billie chuckles.

"Maybe I lost," she throws her head back, gently pushing you closer with her hand. - "But the temptation is too sweet. And my girlfriend cum first, I won this one, sucker."

She lets out a chuckle, but immediately drowns in a silent moan as you lips press deliberately slow and pressurized. Someone has to teach your captain patience, right?

Eilish doesn't like alcohol, of course, but she definitely likes rum.

[zierose-freak]

18+ mdni

I’ve been on a posting streak (wow two posts in one day?? That’s crazy) , I’ve been working on this since like may btw so if anything seems like not making sense that’s why. critizism is appreciated, not fully proofread and I decided to end it on a semi cliffhanger

Warnings: smut, quickie, cnc,  mentions of cheating(?), sub!haechan, dom!reader, handjob, fingering (m!receiving), semi-public, lowk just just kinda porn, nicknames (naughty boy, love, slut, whore), edging

Making your boyfriend jealous is a lot harder then you thought it'd be, everyone knew how close you and him and his members are but you didn't think he thought you were so close he'd just let you sit on their lap.

You were pacing around the practice room and Haechan noticed. "what's wrong?" He asked feigning innocence, he knew why you where like this and wanted to see how long till you cracked.

"Nothing.." you ignored the question and went to sit with chenle, sitting too close for people who are only just friends. Chenle stared at you then back at haechan assuming the two of you are having a fight or something, so he just let it slide and listened to you talk.

After about 20 minutes you decided to take it a step further and start playing with his hair, the same way you'd play with haechans hair. Chenle's face laying on your stomach while you braid his hair and unbraid it. Haechan gives you a pained look and takes out his phone to text you

He looked at you from across the practice room, his face flushed red. He sighed and left his members to meet you in the bathroom.

You shoved chenle off of you, he gave a look of curiosity. "Where are you going..?" He asked, you replied with "to help channie" you were vague, but somehow chenle knew what that meant and his confusion turned into disgust.

You stood up and walked to the company bathroom, when you walked in you saw haechan palming himself thru his shorts. "Naughty boy.. what if someone walked in?..~" you whispered as you walked closer. 

once you were infront of him you took his hand away and pinned both of them above his head and kissed him, your knee going between his legs allowing him to grind on it. You kissed him with haste, tongue and teeth clashing. It was messy but you both know you loved it.

You pulled away, a string of spit connecting the two of you asked you looked in his eyes catching your breath. "Please.." he begged, a small wet patch forming on his shorts as he ground on your knee harder. His head slightly thrown back against the wall and his eyes shut, mouth open in an "o" shape as he let out breathy moans.

After watching him get off for a little bit you removed your knee and he whined a little too loud in protest. "Shhh.. you don't want them to hear you now do you?" You smirked grabbing his hard cock thru his shorts, thumb running over the tip, kissing him to shut him up.

You heard the song "Candy" playing outside, knowing he was late for the next rehearsal of this song you looked him in the eyes "I bet their wondering where you are.. what your doing.. wouldn't you like them to know what a whore you are?~" and as you said that he moaned and bucked his hips into your hand. You squeezed his base then turned him around, his cheek and cock pressed against the wall.

He whined but was cut off by the cool air hitting his ass when you pulled his shorts and boxers down letting them pool at his ankles. You just had to get a handful of that ass, you whispered in his ear as you groped him. Eventually you were able to pull your hand away and you forced your finger into his mouth. "Suck" you say sternly and he immediately wraps his lips around your fingers, tongue swirling around the letting out lewd moans at the feeling of your fingers pressing on his tongue occasionally. 

His spit dripped down his chin as he eagerly sucked your fingers. You groped his ass, praising and degrading him at the same time. You took your fingers out of his mouth and brought them down to his hole, letting the tip of your finger circle his rim for a few moments before slowly pushing one finger in.

He let out a guttural moan at the feeling, knuckles going white from how tightly he was gripping the sink beside him. Haechan was softly grinding himself onto your finger, his eyes rolling to the back of his head “p-please.. fuck.. m’gonna cum..” he whined.

You took your finger out and chuckled at how desperate he was, you swore you’d you could see tears in his eyes, but that didn’t matter right now.

All that mattered was getting him off fast before anyone else suspects something, cuz if any other dreamies found out you’d never live it down.

(A/n pls remember this is my first full fic, so it obviously won’t be very good)

[yummygender]

Prequel to ‘Stress Positions and Poker’

The Encounter

The night was cold and dark, only the moon and streetlights illuminated the sky as Patch entered the bar where he heard Wade was hiding. He took a long draw of his cigar as he leaned against the wall, simply waiting for the merc to give away his position. He was too fond of him to not make his presence known. The undercover man stood still and silent for a moment before he began to speak.

“Rough night?”

Wade poked out of the dumpster, emerging as if he was bursting out of a cake.

“You tell me, handsome~”

Patch chuckled gruffly while he gently tapped the execs ash off his cigar.

“You smell like shit.”

“Have you smelled yourself lately?” The merc quipped back.

This was their usual mating dance, quips and playful jabs. Wade loved it while Patch despised it, as it was a constant reminder of just how truly animalistic he was. How he was nothing but a wild animal. It ate him up inside but for one reason or another, be it pure dumb luck or Patch was getting desperate, he didn’t mind it when the merc with a mouth was around.

Wade didn’t care that the disguised Wolverine was an animal, a slave to his mutation and instincts, he just liked him. The instincts and surrender to his mutation just made him even more of a catch to the crazed man.

“What do you want anyway?”

“Weeellll…”

“Wade…”

“Ok! Ok! Ok!”

He huffed as he leaped out of the dumpster, stretching while he approached Patch.

“I…was just here to see you! Supriiisseee!!!”

“Oh really?”

Patch mumbled to himself as he rubbed his head. He always cared about the merc, even when he was running his mouth. However, he knew Wade would only pop up if he needed someone dead.

“I don’t buy that.”

“Wha?! You don’t believe me, kitten whiskers?!!”

He sighed as he rubbed his head, cussing under his breath.

“No. I don’t.”

“Ok ok…you’re not wrong…”

Patch turned his full body to face him.

“You were sent here to kill me?”

“…yeah.”

He stared him down, anger boiling over as Wade jumped up and attacked him. They tussled for a bit, guns going off and blades being dawned while blood spilled and mixed into each other. Claws pierced Wade’s chest as he cackled.

“Ohhh! Good to see you still want your hands on me~!”

Patch continued to repeatedly stab him. He wasn’t taking his shit.

“I can easily beat you, Wade. Don’t even try me.”

“Wanna bet?”

Wade pulled out his other pistol before they were slashed off, blood spilling and spewing as the undercover mutant pinned him down on his chest. He grabbed his mask and tore it off while the merc moaned.

“So aggressive! Ya gonna pull on my pigtails now?”

“I might if you don’t shut the fuck up!”

Patch pried the merc to his feet and dragged him into the bar through the back door, hauling him to a private room while he whispered in his ear.

“You think you’re gonna try to kill me and get away with it, mouth? Huh?! You think you’re gonna get the one up on me??”

Wade moaned softly as he tilted his head against him before Patch froze in place, slowly turning to the merc before tossing the blood-stained man onto the booth seat and pulled the curtains close.

“I outta teach you a lesson…”

Patch grabbed he head and removed the mask as he sliced off his slowly regrowing arms and legs, about ready to slice at his crotch before Wade interjected.

“Hey hey hey!!! Don’t go for the jewels, Patchy!!”

“Why should I?!”

The merc began to think before his eyes lit up.

“Well..what do you want~?”

Patch froze as he began to turn red.

“What?”

“I said…what do you want~?”

He began to think, his mind racing as he bit his lip.

“I…what I want?”

Wade nodded as the two sat in silence for a moment before the older man noticed his limbs were regrowing.

“…I want you.”

The merc turned red under his mask as Patch pulled him onto his lap.

“I want you as my little pet…”

Soft jazz continued to play as the disguised man gently removed his weapons.

“…and don’t worry about the suit. I’ll get you a better one.”

Wade’s heart thumped as he gently leaned into his hold while his limbs regrew. He felt oddly safe and completely forgot about his mission.

“So who sent you to kill me?”

“…some anti-mutant bastard.”

Patch jolted at the information, flabbergasted by the younger man’s willingness to work for such people. He wrapped a hand around the man’s throat as he growled.

“You’re willing to work for a man like that?”

“Eh, I was gonna just chop your finger off and just send it to him as ‘proof’…”

The older man growled as he grabbed Wade’s ear, making him yelp while Patch pulled him over his lap.

“Then I guess I’ll leave more proof…”

The man began to spank the merc, holding him in place. He was angry, furious. He knew the man had the moral backbone of a snail but this was completely out of character for the mercenary, but ignored every warning bell that rang in his head as he tanned his bottom. Wade moaned as he closed his eyes, shivering while he took each harsh slap with little to no restraint. Soft whimpers and moans escaped his mouth.

“Ohhh…you’re defeating me, alright~! Ohhh and it feels sooo good~~!!!” Wade moaned.

The older man smirked as he continued the assault, only stopping when he felt the merc’s crotch turning wet. He gently sat the man up on his lap as the merc began to move his slowly regenerating limbs. Once Patch was done lashing out on the slowly healing man’s bottom, he pulled the man into his arms in a gentle yet strong hug. The two sat in silence as his arms finished healing and his legs slowly started to catch up. The older man noticed as he smiled.

“Feeling better?”

“…yeah.”

Patch gently pecked his cheek as he scooped him up, pocketing his weapons while they left through the back door. He was slowly developing a need to protect and hold him, gently squeezing him in his arms.

“…Wade?”

Wade looked up at him.

“Yeah?”

“…you’re mine now…and I’ll make sure you know…”

They got to Patch’s hotel as he laid the merc down on the bed, removing his destroyed suit and tossing it to the side.

“…now…what to do with you…”

Wade moaned as he removed his own mask.

“Oh Daddy…I think I know what you can do~”

He turned to the scarred man as he tilted his head.

“Hmm?”

“Ever heard of gimps~?”

Patch nearly gagged. Gimps? Is he serious?!

“Yeah…”

“Maybe you could make me your little cocksleeve~?”

He sighed softly as he began to think.

“…I wouldn’t be against that~”

Wade smiled widely as the older man began to plan in his mind, thinking carefully about how to go about everything. Patch gently wrapped his hands around the younger man’s throat while he pulled him into a deep kiss. Their lips and teeth clashed as they got wrapped up in each other’s limbs, the older man gently biting his lip as they got lost in the moment before pulling away from each other. They gently pressed their forehead against each other’s before Patch snapped and pinned him down.

“You want to be my little toy?”

“Of course~”

He smirked.

“Stay still, Wade.” Patch grumbled as he got up and searched the hotel, grabbing some duck tape and towels as he wrapped his body up in the towels to protect his skin before wrapping the duck tape around his body like a mummy.

Once the merc was wrapped up in the towels and duck tape, he laid down next to him and grabbed him by his jaw.

“You gonna behave? You gonna be mine?”

Wade nodded as he smiled, his eyes fluttering close while he leaned against his touch. Patch allowed it as he began to grind against him for a moment, letting the merc shake and melt in his arms. He adored the way the younger man trembled before slowly pulling him closer and gently kissing his head.

“Atta boy…just relax…we’ll train later~”

[silent-raven13]

When Miles rizz Hobie

"Nothing could woo me, mates." Hobie began as his friends were picking on him for turning pink around Miles. "It's merely affection, like how comfortable I'm around with someone I trust." The small group were hanging around Headquarters just to pass the time.

"Huh uh?" Gwen snorted.

Pav nodded having to get on his tippy toes to at least face Hobie on his level, "Dude, you turned pink when Miles even looks at you!"

"No, I have no idea what you're talking about." The punker plays it off still disagreeing.

"Oh yeah! Alright, bet!" Gwen said out loud.

"Hahaha, where's Miles is at?" Pav giggles with sweet delight.

Hobie rolled his eyes, "Miles is just a mate."

"Yet you call him, Sunflower!" Gwen said out loud.

"And luv, darling, dear, Brooklyn, Peter Pan!" Pav uses his fingers to show how many nicknames Hobie used on the young Spider-man. "You like him, huh?"

"Still have no idea what are you two talking about." Hobie pretending he didn't understand what they mean. He's being a cool guy deny their words.

"You always touchy feeling with him!" Gwen throw her hands up in the air, "Do we need to say anymore!"

Miles appeared from the corner of the hallway having to look at his holo-evaluation from Miguel from his watch. The meeting with the older Spider-man ended on a positive note, and it got him super happy. There was progress here!

His honey-brown eyes glanced up to make sure he doesn't bump into anyone, and spotted his friends. "Hey GUYS!" He happily went up toward them with a small jog.

"Ohh, he's here." Gwen whispers to Hobie.

Hobie froze having his eyes on Miles running up to them. Pav said, "Hey, Miles. What are you doing here?" The two saw Hobie turning pink and giggles.

"Oh, I was in a meeting with Miguel! We were talking about my last mission." Miles sounded so happy that it had Hobie's color shit to an awful muted red with murky green and yellow. Is that jealousy colors?

Gwen's eyes widen at the punker's colors being amazed yet not so surprised. Pav being the instigator, "Ohh, you and Miguel, huh? Sounds spicy!"

"Wha?" Miles's being unaware of Hobie's sudden changes in color since he's focus on Pav's questions.

Hobie had newspaper texture with black ink, Gwen leans over to read the fonts, "Fuck you, Pav. Are you going do that in front of me?" Oh. She giggles softly at this.

"You know, Spider-people like to talk." Pav snickers, "So are you and Miguel doing the nasty? Come on, tell us!"

"No! Hell nah, man. He could be the same age as my dad- what the fuck?" Miles quickly held his hands up in defense, "and I'm sixteen years old! Man, you want him to catch a case?"

"I dunno a lot of teenage Spider-heroes would, y'know." Gwen quickly added.

Pav saw Hobie's paper texture changing into a dark red and grey color with aggressive rips and ink marks. Hobie stood with no emotion showing, crazy huh?

"Well, not me! Anyway, my evaluation came out really good. I might go on missions with him. Hopefully." Miles casually said still being naive.

"Solo mission with Miguel?" Hobie thought to himself showing his jealousy, his body went through three different paper textures and turned murky green. Gwen and Pav awed at how fast his reality colors changes.

"Hopefully? That sounds like you're hoping for something, Miles!" Pav giggles having to nudge Hobie, "Huh, Hobie?"

"Not like that." The black Latino Spiderman rub his naked neck being a bit weirded out by his friends' sudden questions. "I see Miguel as a mentor. He's not bad when he's not trying to kill you. Also," Miles went up to Hobie, which causes the punker's color to change with a surprise fonts with a soft purple being surprised by his crush being so close to him.

Miles happily smiled at him, "Hobie, what's up? You been quiet. Something wrong?" His hand touches Hobie's cheek, "Are you sick? Si es así, Puedo prepararte caldo de pollo?"

Hobie turns bright pink staying frozen with his eyes widen. "No. No, luv." he crosses his arms trying to be cool. "I'm only listening."

"Oh," Miles pulls his hand away, "At least you're fine, man." His smile widens showing off his teeth. "I was beginning to worry."

Gwen and Pav look at each other then saw Hobie turning a brighter pink with heart stamps and fonts, a bit of shimmer this time. "Hmm?" They hummed at him.

Hobie scowls a bit at them, "Shut up!" The two laughing out loud.

"What happen?" Miles being so confused.