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miintsprigz · 1 year ago

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Casanova, Crushed

Half-baked Dadspy hurt/comfort drabble, go

Ok fine, bigger explanation: Scout asks out Pauling, she says no, whether it’s because she doesn’t like him like that, because she’s a lesbian, I don’t know exactly what’s canon.

Either way, Dadspy tries to help.

Had this idea for my scout OC and her spymom, but decided to try it with the canon characters

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It was quiet on the base. Much too quiet for a team with a Scout.

The other mercenaries sat around the table, smoking, playing blackjack, slinging a couple drinks.

Spy sat back, a silent observer even amongst the members of his own team. Seemed that even in the casual moments, he was still a spy first.

But even now, he noticed only seven other men in the room. The eighth, the noisiest one, was suspiciously absent.

His son, as much as he’d never admit it, was nearly as good of a hider as he was.

How could he admit it though, he thought. The kid hated him, and why shouldn’t he. He was a mercenary before he was a man. There wasn’t much there to like, let alone love.

Jeremy had been especially loud earlier—something he himself couldn’t recognize as nervousness. But Spy did. He was shocked at how well he knew his own, despite his careful dodging of the actual responsibility of raising him.

“Arright, arright, shuddup! Cuz I’m actually gonna do it today.”

“Ye always say that, lad.”

“Well I mean it dis time! I’m gonna tell ‘er.”

He had a feeling that he knew what that meant…and if he was right, Scout’s absence meant things had either gone miraculously well, or…

“I’ll be back.”

��No rush, Frenchie! Haha!”

The boy’s room was suspiciously vacant.

Now. If I was an idiot, where would I hide…

Climbing up the side of the fort, sure enough, he got his answer. The limber figure sat hunched on the edge of the roof, his feet dangling over the edge.

Oh…

In a split decision, Spy decided to render his footsteps audible, despite knowing a tumble off the roof could be easily explained away as stupidity. If he was right, and it looked like he was, then the last thing the poor fool needed was a few broken bones in addition to a broken heart.

His hearing sharp, Jeremy turned to look over his shoulder, but not before quickly rubbing at his eye.

“‘Ey. What’sa matta? Got real borin’ wittout me down there, huh?”

Spy rolled his eyes. “Bored to tears.”

He motioned with a tilt of his head to the spot next to Scout, and was surprised when he moved over.

“What are you doing up here, Scout.”

“Could ask you da same.”

“…fair enough. It wasn’t obnoxiously loud enough in the game room, so I went looking for a good source of noise. Found it.”

Jeremy scoffed, shaking his head softly, then fell silent. Unlike him.

“Can I ask you something?”

“Shoot.”

“…are you alright?”

Scout’s eyes widened. The Spy noticed his jaw lock slightly.

“…yeah, yeah I-I’m fine. I uh…I had a weird day.”

“Mm?”

Spy felt a pit in his stomach as the boy’s voice went soft.

“I uh…asked Pauling out. For a date. An’ I called it dat.”

He arched an eyebrow, biting back a smile. Although he’d never own up to it, he knew the look. He’d seen it in the mirror. Although it sometimes felt like he’d been born the devilishly charming rogue he played, he knew deep down that it was learned. Seeing Scout in such a state defrosted memories of more than a few failed passes.

“Well…what did she say?”

“…”

Scout kept his eyes down. Not a sound out of him, other than a soft exhale as he took a gulp.

“…I’ll change the subject.”

“No.”

His eyes went half-lidded.

“She said no, Spy. Long ‘n’ short of it.”

“…ah…”

“Said it ain’t nuthin’ personal. Don’ really wanna get into it, don’t think she’d like dat. But…yeah. So…dat’s it.”

“That’s it then.”

“Yep.”

The two men sat in silence for a while. The Spy pulled a cigarette from the case in his pocket and lit it, taking a short drag before watching the blue-gray smoke twist upwards in a plume as he exhaled.

Ugh. What do I even say to this? Why do I want to do anything at all? I missed my chance for this…he’ll probably punch me if I try anything even resembling comfort.

And yet…he tried. Lifting his free hand, he gently put it on the Scout’s shoulder. Scout didn’t budge. The normally fidgety, hyperactive young man had been still as stone for this whole conversation, as if it had taken all his energy just to sit up there.

“Well…you can never know unless you actually come out and say it. So I’m glad that you did that.”

A smile tugged at his lips, barely there.

“I see why you like her. Dangerous, but sweet. Not bad. Not bad at all. Let me guess: she was polite, but didn’t pull any punches…”

Jeremy nodded, looking up at the watchtower across from the fort.

“Yes, that’s our Pauling. Well…it’s too bad that it didn’t go the way you wanted it to. Even though she was surely graceful about it.”

Spy couldn’t believe the nonsense that was coming out of his mouth. And the fact that it…wasn’t really nonsense. This was stuff nobody told him when he was the one staring into space with a hole shattered through his heart.

Things he needed to reassure himself of, before he was the world’s greatest. When he was just…whoever that was that stared back in the mirror when the mask was off.

“But it really is much too quiet in there, and Soldier thinks he’s the best at blackjack now, so…I know you’d hate that.”

Scout turned his head ever-so-slightly, and Spy could just barely see his face. A dull pang struck his chest.

Jeremy’s eyes were full of tears.

“I’m…sorry, Jeremy. I know how much you liked her. I’ll be honest, I don’t have much experience with this side…”

Liar.

“…so I don’t know how to hel—”

Spy reeled back slightly as Jeremy’s arms snapped around him, locking him in a rough embrace.

“…Spy, I dunno what ta do…I…I love her, but...”

It was so uncanny to hear the normally bold, cocky voice so shaky. So fragile. As if concerned that the boy would dissolve if he touched him, Spy gingerly closed an arm around Scout, giving the closer of the two shoulders a slight squeeze.

He remembered saying those exact words again and again about a woman they both knew very well…

I love her, but…I can’t be with her.

“…I know, Scout. I know.”

Spy felt his stomach twist as Jeremy lowered his head over his shoulder, arms rattling with silent sobs as he fully latched on. He could feel tears dampening the back of his suit, and yet…as much as this would normally repel him—it certainly felt wrong—he couldn’t bring himself to let go of his boy.

His boy.

While the other men did God only knows what down below them, Spy rethought those words.

Could I have been with her?

If I had…

This would be happening under much different circumstances.

He stayed quiet, letting the fellow mercenary get all of his emotions out, eyes falling closed as he held the boy just a bit tighter.

I’m sorry.

#tf2 spy #spy team fortress 2 #spy tf2 #dadspy #spydad #scout tf2 #tf2 scout #mint writes

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puppiesandnightlock · 7 months ago

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LINK: Last Friday Night

Cowritten with the lovely @livingtobethevillain, who's idea set us off on this road ;-;

Summary: Damian wasn’t one to go out of his way to cause scandals or to give the masses something to gossip over. He tried to distance himself from his family in that aspect. He liked the way his name was kept out of the papers, unlike his father or siblings. It was something he took pride in.

Or something he did take pride in. Because as the saying goes, love makes you stupid. And well, Jon wanted Damian to have fun. Damian had reasoned that a couple drinks wouldn’t hurt. But once Damian had passed the threshold of ‘a couple drinks’ that's when the trouble really started.

TL;DR Damijon + friends go out and party, Damian gets a bit too drunk and everyone thinks this is hilarious

Anyone who knew Damian would know that being caught by the press doing anything “improper” was simply unheard of for him.

His brothers and father had hundreds of scandals, memes, audios on the internet but surprisingly, even having been brought up in the spotlight, he’d rarely had any.

But of course, Jon had to change that.

There was an awful lot of truth when people say love makes someone stupid, and as much as Damian was loath to admit it, he was as weak to the emotion as anyone, and it had led to many things he’d come to cringe at.

Although, admittedly there hadn’t been any as…spectacular as this one, though.

It was not a special occasion by any means that led to these events, just a meet-up with some friends at a local bar near Met U. They’d parked a few blocks away and were walking down to the entrance, hands swinging between them.

Damian took a deep breath, letting the warm air slide in and out of his lungs before looking at his husband out of the corner of his eye.

“Jonathan, if you have something you’d like to say you are welcome to say it.” Damian said, the corners of his mouth quirking up in amusement.

“Well-I-I just-” Jon stuttered before clearing his throat and gathering himself.

“I wanted to ask if-well I couldn’t help but notice that you're always the one in the group that stays sober on the nights we go out and I wanted to ask if this time, would you want to be the one to, y’know, party.” Jon rubbed his neck with the hand not intertwined with Damian’s, the other man raising an eyebrow. “This isn’t like-a scheme to get you drunk by the way, I know how it sounds. I just…I want you to have fun.”

Damian's expression softened. “Thank you, love. But you don’t need to worry, okay? I have plenty of fun even when I am off to the side.”

Jon snorts and Damian scowls playfully.

“Last time we went out you were so high strung that you nearly drop-kicked a guy ‘cause he bumped into me.” Jon laughs.

“He shouldn't have bumped into you if he didn’t want to face the consequences.” Damian responded dryly.

“Yeah okay,” Jon says, rolling his eyes. “Just-try to let yourself have fun. I'll be the one that plays lookout tonight, alright? You don’t have to worry about anything.”

Damian hums in acknowledgement. “You feel very strongly about this.”

“I do.” Jon gives a crooked smile and Damian can’t help but give a small but genuine smile back.

“Well, we’ll see when we arrive.”

That was neither a yes or a no, but a small victory nonetheless. They weaved through the crowd of college students, staying in a comfortable silence until they reached the inside of the bar.

They were quickly spotted by Kathy, who dragged them over to where Colin and Maya were sitting, already with drinks in hand.

“Damian!” Colin slung an arm around his neck, not quite drunk but enough alcohol in his system to be rendered tipsy.

“Wilkes.” Damian ducked under the grasp, momentarily regretting the evening.

“So, who’s gonna stay sober this evenin’?” Kathy called from where she was hanging off of Jon, much like Colin had Damian a few seconds before. “Y’all can count Colin off the list.”

“Jon is, I believe.” Damian responded, slightly awkward.

Cheers went up, and Maya tipped her glass towards him. “All grown up, aren’t you, little brother? Gonna join the grownups for some fun?”

He scoffed, taking a seat next to her. “Hardly. Just because I did not join the rest of you imbeciles in becoming inebriated doesn’t mean I was less of an adult.”

“Hey!” Jon put a hand to his heart, mock-offended.

“Not you, of course,” He was quick to remedy the statement, both sharing soft smiles that left their friends gagging.

“I’m too sober for your disgusting PDA,” Kathy announced, waving a hand to get the attention of the bartender.

“Amen to that!” Maya sipped from her cup, Damian’s answering unimpressed expression being undermined by the blush that heated up his face at their words. Jon only laughed in response, placing a chaste kiss on Damian’s cheek, before then starting up a conversation to update their friends on recent solo missions, although they were worded to sound like typical civilian jobs to any possibly prying ears.

Kathy brought over a refill for Colin and Maya, as well as Damian’s first drink of the evening.

“Figures.” Colin snorted, looking over at the glass. “You’ll never grow out of rich boy shit, will you?”

“This is perfectly acceptable.” Damian sniffed, looking mildly insulted. Jon patted his shoulder, nodding along.

”Whipped.” Kathy muttered into her drink. Jon coughed, the rest of them snickering.

“Am not!”

“Are too!”

They went on like this for a good five minutes, Damian on the brink of losing his mind for all of it. It was better to save his grievances until the night was in full swing, as things would only escalate from there, and there was no use in wasting his breath when it wouldn’t be heard over the loud music.

It wasn’t long before the group needed another round of drinks. Jon volunteered to grab them and motioned for Damian to follow. Damian tilted his head in a silent question but followed anyway. The pair made their way through the crowd, their hands naturally linking back up as a way to stay close.

“Are you alright, Dearest?” Damian asked upon arriving at the main bar area.

“What? Oh yeah, I'm fine. I actually wanted to check on you again.” Jon admitted sheepishly.

Damian huffed a laugh, rolling his eyes fondly. “Of course,”

Jon fidgeted with the hem of his shirt. “You know I wasn't trying to pressure you earlier right? You don't have to get balls to the wall wasted-I just-”

Damian squeezed Jon’s hand reassuringly. “Beloved. I know you didn’t mean any harm. I am well aware of my autonomy, believe me. And if I do get ‘balls to the wall wasted’ that is my choice. Okay?”

Jon laughs and his shoulders slump in relief. “Yeah. Okay. Sounds good. Is that-like-the plan then?”

“tt-of course not. Who do you take me for? Richard?” Damian scoffed, his face scrunching up at the mention of his older brother.

Jon grins. “I mean-”

Damian glares. “Finish that thought, Kent. I dare you.”

Jon barks out a loud laugh. “Wouldn’t you call me ‘Wayne’? I did take your last name.”

“You’re an imbecile.” Damian said, the effect was lost of course seeing as the pair’s hands were still connected and there was an unmistakable fond note in his tone.

It wasn’t much longer before Damian and Jon were able to get the group's desired drinks. Sliding back into their claimed seats, Damian stayed tense, back straight as he sipped on his drink and surveyed the room. He was quickly offset as he felt a light smack hit his shoulder.

“Relax, Darlin’.” Jon said, looking exasperated.

Damian sighed, rolled his shoulders and focused on the conversation that was being had at the table.

“And then, you’ll never believe this, he tried to hit on me!” Kathy waved her drink around, Maya and Colin cackling.

“I was like, excuse me sir, does this look like the face of someone ready to drop their panties? No! I have a knife to your throat.”

Damian snorted at that, Jon looking over, pleased. As time went on, the music seemed quieter and the lights not as blinding. Damian had already well entered tipsy-zone, onto his fourth drink now, and the world blurring together into a perfect mess.

The rest of their friends were past the safety zone and on their way to an early morning monster hangover.

“Beloved, have I told you how much I love you today?” Damian had draped himself on top of his husband, looking at him with adoring eyes, caramel skin dusted with a pink flush.

“Yes.” Jon chuckled, keeping him close. “But I’d love to hear it again.”

Damian hummed and leaned in close enough that their breaths mingled and Jon could smell the alcohol on his husband's breath.

“I love you.” Damian said quietly in the very little space between them. His husband leaned forwards to close the distance and place a chaste kiss on his nose.

“Love you too.”

Damian laughed in response and leaned back just enough to breathe, his arms comfortably wrapped around Jons shoulders and one hand propped to play with the curls at the nape of his neck.

“You’re pretty.” Damian mumbled.

Jon flushed immediately, ducking his head with a small laugh. “Thank you, darlin’, you’re not half bad yourself.”

Damian tilted his head with an indulgent smile. “I'm absolutely stunning and we both know it. What’s that one song? The one that’s like-'I'm sexy and I know it’? Yeah, that's me.”

Jon coughed, unsure whether to burst into laughter or blush harder. “Sure is, D. You've always been the more confident of the two of us.”

Damian groaned. “Well yeah, but do remember-you have every reason to be confident in your appearance as well. I mean-I love you for many reasons but one of them would absolutely be how ethereal you look at all times.”

He went with the ‘blush harder’ option, resisting the urge to duck his head again and instead peppering Damian’s face with little kisses. “You’re so sweet when you’re like this.”

Damian laughed in response to the kisses, lightly pushing Jon away and rolling his eyes. Jon gives a crooked smile and Damian takes another drink from his glass.

“I'm not sweet, Jonathan,” he scoffed. “I’m simply an honest man. And the truth I'm living is that you're the love of my life.”

Damian leaned in to steal another kiss from his blushing husband before leaning back again and sipping from his drink.

This time Jon did hide his face a bit, sure he was burning from the words. Their friends who had previously been on the dance floor returned, Kathy leaning on Maya and Colin stumbling over with a grin on his face.

Damian sat up upon seeing their friends. He downed the rest of the drink he had been drinking and waved them over.

“Hello peasants.” Damian smirked. “Glad to know none of you are passed out in the bathroom.”

“If anyones ending this night passed out in the bathroom, it’ll be you. I’ll eat my shoe if I can’t hold my liquor better than you can, assassin training or not.” Colin challenged, leaning over.

“Yeah sure, Wilkes. Whatever you say. I’ll bet you check out before we even get started. What, with how you're leaning off to the side?” Damian scoffed, pointedly ignoring the way he was also leaning a bit too far to the side when he wasn't paying attention.

Colin called for a round of shots, leaning towards the other side at Damian’s observation.

“C’mon, how many do you think you can do? Before passing out, of course.”

“More than you, I'm sure.” Damian challenged.

“Bring it, Wayne.” he picked up a shot glass, the rest of them looking on, Kathy and Maya cheering while Jon looked mildly concerned.

Damian patted Jon’s fidgeting hands reassuringly. “Stop looking like that,” he said, picking up his own glass. “Go back to being embarrassed. That was cute.”

“Hey!” Jon protested, his voice going unheard as the girls counted down.

“1, 2, 3!”

Damian and Colin both swallowed down their shots, both of their faces screwing up for a moment at the strong taste.

“Gonna give up?” Colin grinned, picking up a second one. He tipped it towards the other boy, a challenge clear in the gesture.

Damian scoffed and snatched another shot. “I hope you’re prepared for the hangover you’ll experience tomorrow. I’ve heard blackouts are worse than normal hangovers.”

“You’re gonna eat your words, rich boy.”

By the fifth shot, both were beyond the bridges of completely wasted, Colin more so then Damian. Jon plucked the 6th glass from both of them, giving them both glasses of water instead.

“Okay, no one’s getting alcohol poisoning tonight, thanks.”

“Aw, why not?” Damian pouted, head tilting in amusement. “Go big or go home, right?”

“Mm, yeah but I'm the one taking you home, and I love you too much to let that happen.”

Damian slid off his chair and leaned into Jon, standing between his legs, chest to chest with his husband.

“I love you too, beloved.” Damian tilted his head up and caught Jon’s lips with his own. Jon made a surprise noise before melting into the contact. Damian's hands coming up to tangle in Jon’s hair before Damian was pulled away by the collar of his shirt.

Damian turned and glared at Kathy, while Jon was catching his breath. “Excuse you.”

Kathy grinned in response and shrugged. “Keep it to the bedroom, lovebirds, I don't wanna see it.”

Damian muttered a couple unsavory words under his breath but sat back down in his own seat.

Jon momentarily mourned the loss of his husband, joining Damian in shooting Kathy a less-than-pleased look.

“Like you haven’t done worse,” He scoffed. “At least you haven’t walked in on us, unlike some people who don’t understand the concept of locked doors.”

She seemed to have been silenced with that, only snickering a bit as she snuck a sip from Maya’s half-empty glass, sitting abandoned on the table.

From there time flew by, Jon sat in place for a long while, just observing and having lost Damian at some point. Jon exasperatedly looked around throughout the crowd and it was only when Maya stumbled out of a dance circle that he was able to ask where his husband had wandered off to.

“-eah i don't know, i think he and Colin are dancing somewhere. I know Kathy went to get them some more water.” Maya laughed. “Never thought I'd see the day that Damian Wayne got shitfaced in some random bar but here we are.”

Jon snorted and let Maya stride over to Kathy. Jon–now with a direction in mind–headed over to find Damian on the dancefloor.

Jon wasn’t disappointed by what he found. Damian and Colin were each having the time of their lives drunkenly dancing and then proceeding to laugh their asses off at the other at the drop of a hat. Jon’s eyes wandered back to Damian and Jon let out a choked noise upon seeing the man's newest attempt at dancing. This time he moved his hips and let his hands drift up his sides. The lights above them washed over his handsome features nicely, his dark eyes feeling like something Jon could get lost in.

Someone bumped into Jon and the spell was broken by another round of laughter from Colin and Damian. Jon strode forward and wrapped an arm around Damians waist.

“Hey, darlin’. Having fun?” He said fondly.

Damian twisted in Jon’s hold and pressed close, as he had done multiple times that night. Jon was beginning to sense a pattern.

“I am, thank you for asking, dearest. Me and Colin were dancing.” Damian said, only slightly slurring his words.

“I think it might be time to head home, hun. It’s late and I can guarantee that tomorrow you're going to want as much sleep as possible.” Jon stated, rubbing his hand soothingly up and down Damians back.

Colin whined. “Awe c’mon, night’s barely begun. We’ve been here, what? Two hours?”

Jon laughed. “Try again. We’ve been here for about four and a half.”

“Damn, alright.” Colin shrugged. “Just make sure to tell Kathy when you leave. You don’t want her losing her mind when she can't find y’all at the end of the night.”

“Will do. C’mon, D.” He led his husband back to where the girls were, Damian doing as much as possible to stay close to Jon, hanging off of him like a baby koala.

They stopped at the table, Jon being pulled into a seat while Damian unlatched himself and proceeded to sit in his lap instead of the many available seats, arms going around Jon's neck.

“What’re you doing?” He chuckled.

“Is it illegal to take a seat now? Unbelievable.” Damian scoffed.

“I-Okay, we need to get you home.” Jon shook his head fondly, before pulling out his phone and sending a quick message to the group chat.

“There. Now they know that we’re headed home. Are you okay to walk or do I need to carry you?” Jon said, only half joking.

Damian huffed. “I can walk perfectly fine.”

Jon raised an eyebrow.

“You’re lucky I'm madly in love with you or else your disrespect would not go unnoticed.” Damian said, sounding fond.

Jon smiled softly. “I wouldn't have thought that you’d be an affectionate drunk, but here we are.”

“M’not drunk, I'm just…hm. In a good mood.” Damian insisted.

“Of course, of course.” Jon rolled his eyes, before sliding Damian off his lap and steadying the both of them.

“Time to go home, Dames.”

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The light was much too bright out, Damian decided as he opened his eyes, despite the protests of the hammer going off inside of his skull. The blackout curtains were drawn shut, but the tiny sliver of light coming through them seemed much more like a flashlight shined directly into his face.

With what he’d admit was mild discomfort, he shifted in bed, drawing a small noise from his husband, who was apparently not asleep.

“Good morning.” The words were whispered but sounded like a megaphone, causing Damian to swat at him.

“Speak quieter.”

“I guess the hangover isn’t treating you as well as you’d hoped.” Jon’s voice was much more amused than he would have liked, but at the moment, he hadn’t the energy to comment on it, only grumbling.

“This is all your fault.”

“It always is, isn’t it?” Jon gently pushed back a few loose pieces of hair around his face. “You didn’t have to get as…compromised as you did, but you Bats can never back down from a challenge.”

“And you kryptonians do?” Damian snorted, wincing as the action jostled his body. “Beloved, if you ran from a challenge, i don’t believe we’d be here.”

Jon hummed in acknowledgement. “So, moral of the story is we’re both stubborn and competitive. Yeah? Me slightly more than you, of course. ‘Cause you’re just a sweet baby angel aren’t ya, honey?”

Damian scoffed and subsequently cringed again, Jon’s previous snark was replaced with soft, exasperated affection.

“I’ll grab you some painkillers and some water. I'll be right back, darlin’.” Jon clambered out of bed and shuffled himself out of the room.

Damian closed his eyes and willed the headache to go away.

“Hey, we’re both off today from day jobs so that’s nice–oh and I was planning on calling Bruce and asking about us sitting out of patrol for tonight-” Jon rounded the bed and quickly handed off the aforementioned items.

“No.” Damian mumbled.

“You really can’t think you’re alright to patrol tonight-” Jon said slowly.

Damian glared tiredly and Jon crossed his arms.

“I’m fine, Jon. Stop coddling.” Damian insisted.

Jon sighed in response but didn’t push. He crawled back into bed and picked up his phone only for his eyebrows to shoot up into his hairline upon seeing the mass amounts of notifications on his homescreen. Tiktok, instagram, snapchat. Any kind of social media and there was someone mentioning him, or trying to get his attention. It wasn’t too unusual. Not really. Jon always had at least a bit of attention due to marrying one of Gotham’s sweethearts. But even then, this was excessive. Curiously Jon randomly opened one of the Tiktok videos that people had been sending him–and Jon couldn’t help the laugh that shook his body upon watching.

“Shut up,” Damian uncurled just enough to glare at his husband.

Jon didn’t even attempt to stifle the chuckles that escaped his mouth.

“You’re famous, Dami.” Jon snorted. “Again.”

Damian huffed and sat up to snatch Jon’s phone. It took all of five seconds for Damian’s face to flush upon recognizing himself from the night before.

It was an edit, Damian vaguely remembers himself and Colin dancing with each other and apparently the people had not only seen but recorded, uploading the clips onto the internet for frivolous purposes like these.

Damian glared at Jon and gestured pointedly with the phone, ignoring the looped music playing from the device. “This is your fault.”

Jon laughed harder.

Their ship name was trending again, along with different variations of Damian's name. The rest of the morning was spent with his horrible husband watching various edits and reading posts aloud to him.

Of course, it was all followed up by being doted on the rest of the day, which may or may not have made up for everything.

When the evening came and he slipped on the suit, Jon tried to talk him out of it again.

“Really, Dami, I think they’d understand, people have called off patrol for less.” He plucked the mask from his husband’s hold, putting out the puppy eyes he knew made the other’s resolve crumble.

“Jonathan.” Damian huffed, reaching up for the mask, eyebrow raising as it was held above his head in a childish gesture. “I will not be brought down by a generally harmless illness and an unfortunately timed headache.”

“A hangover, babe.” Jon kept the mask above his head as if they were bickering preteens and teens all over again. “You never drink enough to get properly wasted, so now that you have, it’s not going to be kind to you.”

“You’re being childish, give it to me.” Damian scolded instead, refusing to lower himself to the grounds where he’d jump. He’d need a running start to reach above Jon’s height, and frankly, he was not in the mood for this, nor willing to waste what little energy he had left.

“Just stay tonight, i’ll stay with you,” He pleaded once more. Damian sighed, looking out of the apartment window at the darkening sky.

“I will end patrol two hours earlier.” He offered, headache thanking him as it thrummed in his skull.

Jon scrunched up his face, analyzing him, before handing him the mask, resigned. “You shouldn’t even be going out. I’m a horrible husband for condoning this.”

“You were a horrible husband when you let me go viral due to my antics while inebriated, no matter how pure the intentions.”

Jon whined. “You’re so mean.”

“So I've been told.” Damian snorted.

Jon sighed and handed over the mask, it was quiet for a moment as Damian checked over his gear.

“You have to admit that the reality of you being a party drunk is pretty damn funny-” Jon said, breaking the silence.

“Jonathan.”

“I know you’re embarrassed, it's okay honey-'' Jon grinned.

“I am not embarrassed-” Damian huffed.

“You totally are!” Jon laughed.

“You are on thin ice, habibi.” Damian turned away from Jon and made his way out into the night.

“You know you love me.” Jonathan chirped, following close behind.

“I suppose that’s why I married you, isn’t it?”

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Damian was beginning to wonder if he should have listened to his husband.

The sudden jolt of nausea had caused him to nearly miss a swing from his grappling hook, looking downwards not helping whatsoever. He made it finally to the designated rooftop his siblings had told him to go to. On a normal day, he would have seen where it was going, but at this point, he was much too out of it to care too much.

“Hey Demon.” A voice from behind him caused him to jump and he turned, seeing his second oldest brother grinning at him, helmet under his arm.

“Todd.” he crossed his arms.

“He got you, didn’t he, Baby Bat?” Tim appeared next, a smirk on his face. “Must be a bit disorienting for you, huh?”

“I haven’t the slightest clue what you’re on about, Drake.” Damian sniffed, turning around and silently begging every deity known to man that his siblings wouldn’t mention his…late night escapades.

Of course, God is dead and Damian could always count on the others to stir the pot even more. Dick hugged him, and mentioned nothing, thank fuck, but Stephanie was another thing.

“You’re all over the internet, Dami!” Steph cackled, shoving his phone in his face. The brightness was too high for his liking and he batted it away, grumbling.

“Little brother, not in shape for patrol.” Cass said, sounding serious but the mirth was dancing in her eyes.

“Baby’s first awful hangover!” Jason cheered, ruffling his hair. “Surprised your gorgeous husband whom you love so much and is the best person in the world didn’t make you stay.”

Damian cringed at the use of descriptions, just one of the things from when he was drunk off his ass and waxing poetic about his partner going viral on the internet.

“He attempted it. I am perfectly fine, thank you.”

“You’re too young for this,” Dick wailed. “This is my baby, you guys, this is not right-!”

“Grayson.” Damian grumbled and his oldest brother clung to him. “Stop.”

Jason snorted. “C’mon don’t beat him while he's down. Plus. You’re, what? Ten years old?”

“I am twenty four!” Damian hissed.

“Four?” Tim echoed, shit-eating grin splitting his face open. “Holy shit you guys, he’s still a baby.”

“Drake.” Damian growled as he was held tighter. “Sleep tonight and you will not wake tomorrow.”

“Dami,” Dick whined. “You got drunk-”

“Yes, we’ve established this.” Damian grumbled.

“You’d think with all the bitching you’ve done at us, you’d never even touch alcohol.” Steph said, still scrolling on her phone.

“I am an adult. I am allowed a couple drinks-” said Damian.

“More than a couple.” Cass shook her head while the rest of their siblings stifled their laughter.

“Need to go home.” She declared, poking at him affectionately.

“I’m fine.” Damian would never admit to the whine that laced the words, swatting at Cass’s hand.

“Uh-huh,” Jason snorted.

“I blame Jon.” Damian grumbled.

“How could you say that about the love of your life?!” Steph gasped in mock offense.

“He’s the one who encouraged me to ‘have fun’. I was merely making him happy and…got carried away.” Damian flushed and elbowed Dick at his responding coo.

“God, you guys are so gross. Ew, Look you’re practically grinding on him-” Steph flashed her phone in Damian’s eyes again and Damian hissed.

“He is my husband. Stop being a voyeur, Brown.” Steph’s face screwed up in disgust. “And I swear you turned up the brightness on that vile device just to spite me.” Damian scowled.

“Maybe I did, what’re you gonna do about it? Stab me? When you can’t even walk in a straight line?” Steph grinned.

“You’re all dead to me.” Damian deadpanned. “Also that is a gross dramatization. If I was that compromised I wouldn't have come to patrol at all.”

At the responding looks of skepticism, Damian sighed. At that moment there was a thump and the crunch of gravel as another person joined them. None of the young adults had to look to know it was their dad, or as he was now, Batman.

The immediate silence weighed over them, louder than the previous conversations. Anticipation hung in the air as he cleared his throat, seemingly waiting for a greeting.

“Father.” Damian glanced at him, seemingly unconcerned over the possibilities this exchange might bring.

“Damian.” Bruce responded stiffly, looking rather uncomfortable. Damian raised a brow, seemingly scandalized.

“Names on the field, Batman.”

“Right, well, how has your day been?” Bruce coughed, much to Damian’s confusion.

“Fine..?” Damian narrowed his eyes at him. “What are you getting at?”

“Last night seemed to have been very eventful for you.” There was a choked wheezing noise from behind him, undoubtedly one of his brothers.

Damian flushed, crossing his arms and looking much like a petulant child then the adult he was supposed to be. “I’m far past legal age, father. I’m married, I no longer live under your roof, there’s really no need for-”

“I don’t think we really ever had a talk about safe drinking, son.” Bruce cut him off with a seemingly concerned tone of voice.

“Father, we absolutely do not have to-”

“You should always have a limit, and I know that you do, but please remember to have a designated driver, and stay hydrated.” Bruce’s voice was tuned out by Damian’s own fuming thoughts, his siblings barely concealed laughter echoing in his mind.

This was humiliating. Here he was, surrounded by absolute hypocrites, all clowning on him and giving him talks. He was Damian Al Ghul Wayne (Kent), for fuck’s sake! He’d been building up his tolerance since he was a child, granted not that it had been exercised recently past a glass of champagne at a gala, but still.

“-amian? Damian, are you listening to me?” He snapped out of his thoughts, Tim seemingly doing a dolphin impression next to him, high pitched shrieks and rumbles of barley held back laughter.

“No.” Damian scowled. “You’re all hypocrites, how dare you have the audacity to treat me this way when each of you have had much worse versions of this than I have! At least I didn’t go around trying to flirt with anyone other than the person I am actually with.”

”Pretty sure he just called y’all hoes.” Steph stage-whispered, Tim now in a fetal position on the rooftop and rocking back and forth while Jason cackled loudly.

“Furthermore, yes, while my tolerance isn’t exactly what it used to be, it certainly looks better that I am actually of the correct age for something like this, and everyone seems to have taken it as positive publicity. This was my choice, no matter how other elements may have influenced it.”

He let out a long breath, looking up with annoyed glance. “And besides, I was kept safe by Jonathan, who didn’t let any of us go past a limit, and cared for me and attempted to get me off of patrol.”

”Whipped.” came from somewhere in the crowd, followed by a gagging noise and something that sounded like a dying vacuum.

“Tt.” Damian turned. “I’ve had enough of you imbeciles. I’m retiring for the night, and you’ll do well to stop gossiping for God’s sake.”

The tips of his ears were dusted pink, betraying his mortification over the events. He moved to shoot his grappling hook, tripping and landing on his face due to the dully pounding headache at the back of his head that was meddling with his senses.

That was the tipping point for his siblings, and the poorly concealed laughter began to scream out near hysterically.

“What, were you all hit with laughing toxin?” Damian brushed himself off, looking moments away from stomping his foot like a toddler. “You’re insufferable, the lot of you!”

He swooped away, entire body burning in shame. God, he should have just listened to Jon. Not that he’d tell him though.

—----------

Damian was considerably less flustered by the time he entered his home but the tips of his ears still felt warm when he thought back to the mortifying encounter with his family.

“Of course all of them had to be present to humiliate me. None of them can be bothered to make time for any event of actual importance but oh as soon as there's blood in the water everyone shows up. Sharks, the lot of them.” Damian muttered angrily.

“So how was patrol?” Damian looked up to see Jon leaning against a doorway nearby.

“It went well, nothing interesting.” Damian said, lying through his teeth.

Jon looked amused. “Liar.”

Damian held back a groan. “And why do you say that, Jonathan.”

“Aside from the fact that you look more pissed off than usual, you have your tells.” Jon looked fond.

“What may these tells be, exactly?” Damian raised an eyebrow.

Jon shrugged with a grin and finally made his way over to Damian before wrapping his arms around his waist.

“You inhale a bit through your nose and deliberately make more eye contact when you lie. I’ve always assumed it was to keep your heart rate controlled and to make what you're saying be taken more seriously because usually you hate direct eye contact.” Jon explained.

Damian did groan aloud at this and Jon laughed quietly. Damian scoffed but couldn’t help the way his eyes softened at the sound and the way he leaned into Jon’s touch. Damian and Jon were again chest to chest but this time they just existed in each other's arms and swayed slightly to the soft sound of a song that only the two of them could hear.

“Seriously though, are you alright?” Jon pulled away slightly before he finally spoke again after an indiscernible amount of time had passed. His voice was soft and slightly concerned. Damian sighed and pulled out of his arms completely in order to get out of his suit.

“I’m fine, I promise, habibi. Slightly embarrassed due to my family's idiocy but fine nonetheless.”

Jon hummed. “I’m going to take a wild guess and assume they saw the videos online.”

Damian snorted. “Stephanie made it her mission to scroll through as many as she could.”

“Of course she did.” Jon rolled his eyes.

Damian pulled off the last bits of armor and quickly pulled on a pair of sweatpants that had been lying around as well as a shirt he didn’t doubt belonged to Jon seeing as it hung a bit loosely off his frame.

“I would like to go to bed now.” Damian said, coming to lean into his husband’s side once more.

“Sounds good to me. I did put out some water and painkillers for you if you need them, though.” Jon said.

Damian's headache abruptly made itself known now that Damian’s attention was brought back to it.

“Ah, yes. Water and medication, then sleep.” Damian winced.

Soon, Damian and Jon were able to fall back into bed and wrap themselves around each other under their duvet. Damian hid his face in the crook of Jon’s neck and Jon tilted his own to the side in order to rest his chin atop the soft strands of Damian's hair. Before long, both were fast asleep and soft snoring filled the room.

It was quiet, save the soft noises of sleep. And despite the darkness of night, the love that they held for each other was as bright and clear as day. It would continue like that as long as they would stay together, a shining beacon of light through the harder times and lighthearted chaos. For now, though, they were content to stay like that, their bubble of home, warm and soft and full of love.

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xbruised-peachx · 1 year ago

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I NEED MORE GROMSKO SHIBARI IVE BEEN RE READING THAT SECTION FOR DAAAYS (specifically him in shibari you wrote it so good please 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺)

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bc this has been rotating in my mind for a while as well (apologies to anon im sure this was written a while ago but i finally got to it so!) render by me, full version on my pat :3c Word Count: 3,946 Tags: Shibari/Ropeplay, fem!reader, denial/slight edging, lots of teasing, language kink (reader only slightly knows Polish aka me I've been learning lol), slight size kink, riding, creampie, not proofread (aka eve is gonna kill me for the Polish in this fic LMAO) Translations at the end 🔞+ STORY MDNI

“Here... Let me just...” He was talking under his breath, trying to adjust the meters of rope to find the middle. It wasn’t perfect, not some nice silky rope either, he said he didn’t want that. Instead it was brown and twine-like, like the one that always hung around his waist. He folded it again, leaving it in a nice quarter for you, or at least as close as he could get from just eyeballing it. “There... Now, we’re at step one.”

He chuckled softly as you looked off to your side, a printed guide with many steps over there. He gave you the rope, a look of sympathy on his face. You probably weren’t hiding your nerves too well from his expression. He gave you a soft kiss on the cheek, unable to stop smiling as he did. “Masz to, kochanie... I trust you, you know that...”

You smiled, nodding as you met his eyes after looking up from the instructions. “I know... Hmmmph... But the first step is having your arms behind your back. How are you gonna help me like that?”

He chuckled again, shrugging his shoulders. “I mean... kind of the point of it is that I’m slightly helpless but here...” He bounced his leg slightly, signaling for you to get off his lap. It made you laugh slightly as a jolt of pleasure ran up your spine, no doubt he had other motives as well as you were both undressed. His thick thigh rubbing against your pussy released just a little bit of tension from you. He turned once you were off, facing the instructions as he held his arms in position behind him. You held the bite of the rope cautiously, looking slightly over his shoulder. “I’ll try and tell you, and I’ll tell you the knots, just like we practiced.”

You nodded, still looking over his shoulder, your nose resting on it as you slowly pulled the bite under both his arms, letting the ends hang down. You pulled up on the bite, giving yourself some more room as you started to wrap it around his wrists three times. He told you himself he’d probably need more reinforcement, even if he didn’t resist you. He was a big, strong military man, through and through. But, God, it made you want to see his big body tied up even more. You tried to not fantasize too much in your head as you wrapped, just wanting to experience it all first hand. You kissed the back of his shoulder as you lifted up, letting your breath linger with your smile against his skin as you looked back at the strong rope holding him. “Okay... what knot first, Sobi?”

He cleared his throat lightly, taking a deep breath as he looked down at the notes. “Mmm... I’d say a box tie.” You nodded, remembering him showing you all the types of knots and ties you could do safely. He joked while showing you, saying the military was useful for more than just survival to him... that it was finally coming into use in the bedroom. He felt you tighten it, nodding to give approval that it felt good, secure and not too tight. “Now just wrap it around my left arm, bring it around my chest, then around the right.”

You remembered him saying not to place it too low so it wouldn’t hurt him, nor too high lest it just slip down. Cautiously, you brought it up and around, letting it touch his bicep before lightly pulling it across his chest as your other arm held it onto his bicep. “Right here?”

“Hmm...” Still able to move his arm slightly, he wiggled it slowly, making your hand softly caress his flexing bicep in the process. From the outside looking in, he didn’t seem ripped, but easily he could out-lift anyone he knew, his strong abs and muscles protected by a nice, soft layer of fat that made him so inviting to you. Like your own big teddy bear. “A little higher, like... above the bicep, barely where my shoulder ends... if that makes sense.”

You nodded, listening to him, he had to know himself the best. Slowly, with your arm still caressing him, you pushed the rope up. You heard him take a deep breath out of his nose, truly taking in the feeling of your soft hands against him, your naked body pressed against him. You pushed it even more, leaning up to his ear as you continued pulling the rope across his chest with your other hand. “Like this~?”

He gasped softly as the rope wrapped softly around his other arm, around the same area, taking in the feeling of your soft hands and the rough rope. “Tak~... Y-yes, I like it, kochanie...” His eyes were shut, only cracking open as you started to chuckle.

“No, no... like, ‘jak to?’ As in, is it okay there for position?”

“Oh... heheh, y-yeah, feels perfect there.”

He looked back at you, already his pupils starting to dilate from pleasure. “Mmmm...” you playfully scolded him, “you’re already losing yourself, baby. Got to keep it together, we’ve barely even started.”

He pouted back at you, just playing into the lighthearted joking. “I know... Mmm~... I guess you’re just a natural at it... already making me feel good.” He smiled at you, giving you a wink as you started blushing. He looked down at the instructions, squinting at the next step before taking a harsher breath out. “O, ja pierdolę... right, you have to go around more times now... So, uh, you’ll go under that one on my left and just wrap around... Don’t tease me too much, please, kotku?”

You smiled devilishly, doing as he said, pulling the rope under, but letting your fingers trail up his arm to his shoulder as you pulled it around. “No promises...” As you pulled the rope around his chest, you let your fingers interlace on the rope. They trailed gently across him, his soft hair and chest being teased, also acting as a double check to make sure it wasn’t too tight. He rolled his neck back, a soft kurwa escaping his lips as he loved your delicate touch against him, contrasting beautifully against the ropes that bound him, hugging his body roughly, but also comforting. You chuckled, catching his mouth as he leaned back, continuing to pull the rope around. Instantly, the kiss was deepened as he groaned softly in your mouth, his tongue trying to enter as soon as he could. He was desperate, even now, even just at the beginning. It was cute in its own way, but you couldn’t let him have everything, especially with the way he teases you himself. You let your tongue meet his for a moment, but quickly pulled away with a cheeky grin, watching as his face turned from confusion to frustration, letting out a little huff out of his nose. You looked over his shoulder at the directions again, because lord knew he wasn’t looking.

You pulled the rope under the stem, leading it over and around, then over and around again, until you repeated on the stem. It was hard to read the instructions from here, but you could tell the knot was secure but adjustable. He took a deep breath, leaning his head up slowly as he looked back at the directions himself. He attempted to wiggle his arms, but couldn’t get much of anywhere, ensuring it was perfect. He smiled softly as he read. “Okay... there’s another rope over there, you’re gonna attach it to the other one. Remember the ‘lark’s head’ knot?” You nodded, reaching over to grab the other long rope he had already prepared for you.

“It’s so nice how prepared you are, Sobi,” you smiled, genuinely complimenting him. He smiled softly, chuckling in response.

“Mmm, what can I say? A lovely lady like you who trusts me with her heart asks me if it’s okay to do one of my fantasies? Heh... Am I not supposed to make her life easier?”

You smiled, pulling down on the knot as tight as you could to keep it secure. “You say that like it isn’t a fantasy of mine as well... You’ve tied me up and just... I wanted to see you in it.”

He looked back at you, a smile on his face as his cheeks flushed red softly. “How are you liking it so far?”

“Better than I imagined even,” you said with a big smile on your face, pulling the rope around his arm, this time going under his chest, your pinky playfully twirling in the hair on his chest leading down to his stomach. “I really love how it looks on your arms... Mmm, you already know how much I love hanging off them as is, so...”

He laughed softly, his laugh trailing into a heavier breath as your fingers continued dancing softly on his skin. “That you do... I imagine we have a similar feeling when I wrap it around your thighs, see that little bit of squish.”

“Probably it’s something similar... but your arms are too firm to squish,” your voice trailed off, bringing one of your hands up to run along his bicep again as you brought the rope around a second time, leaning up to his ear, letting your breath softly trace the shell of it. “So big and strong... everytime I touch you like this I just... mmm~, I want those arms doing something else to me.”

He smiled a devilish smile, just barely turning towards you as you slowly nuzzled yourself in the crook of his neck. “Mmm~, and you are worried about me getting worked up? Seems you are working yourself up, kochanie... I can feel your hips rubbing on my back right now.”

You hadn’t even noticed it, but he was right. A blush further spread across your cheeks as you backed away, finishing pulling the rope around. You did the same sort of securing, pulling it up and around a few times around all three branches of the rope. Looking back over his shoulder, he beat you to it, leaning to read himself. “Now’s time for the front.”

You smiled widely at him as he gave you a knowing glance. “Lap time again?”

He shook his head softly, “Not quite, it’s just you have to wrap it around my shoulders in the front, then you can get back in my lap... Trust me, I want it more than anything right now.”

You chuckled softly, pulling the rope through his arm to the front, starting to wrap to his shoulder. “Hehe... I can tell,” you said as you looked down to his growing hard on. It was clear he was into this, his tip pink and barely poking out. You smiled deviously, reaching down with your free hand to pull lightly to get his foreskin fully out of the way, making him quickly suck a breath through his teeth at not only your touch, but the feeling of the air hitting his sensitive tip.

“K-kurwa~! Kotku, I-... shit, you can’t just do that without warning...”

You smiled, feeling a little guilty but you knew he wasn’t too serious, just frustrated from all the teasing... how the tables have turned on him so suddenly. “Mmm~... sorry, you just looked like you needed just a little release...” You pulled the rope over his shoulder and to his back, pulling around and under to meet his other arm, pulling it through. “You seem so pent up, Sobi. Am I wrong?”

You tilted your head cutely as you asked him a question, sitting at his side as you sat there, waiting for his answer. He shook his head, his eyes almost pleading with you as he met yours. “No... God, no you aren’t. I really need this, baby please...”

You smiled at him, pity in your expression as you pulled the rope over his shoulder, reaching the end of it. There was one more rope left, this one a little shorter than the other two. You leaned over his lap, arching your back to tease him more. Your breast against his thigh as you read the instructions, your ass in the air so tantalizing to him, he groaned, cursing under his breath and making you smile more. “O mój kurwa boże...”

“Hmmm...” you played ignorant of your teasing, just reading what comes next in the directions. “Oh! Now it’s lap time!”

“Ohhh... great~...” His voice dripped with sarcasm as he closed his eyes, taking a deep breath. You couldn’t help but laugh softly at him not being able to take such teasing. Though you suppose, this was a whole different level for him; rather than him just touching along your inner thighs, teasing the outside of your lips, or making his hand go the same pace as your grinding hips. His hands were literally bound as you were bent over in front of him so alluring, your naked body literally right within reach, but was physically incapable of being the palm of his hands.

You tied the last rope in the back, pulling it up and through his arm then letting it dangle, the rope tickling at his thighs. He bit his lip as you saw you readjust, coming back around to his front. Meeting his eyes, you picked up the rope, letting the end graze along his thighs in a tantalizing way, holding it in your other hand as you came to straddle his lap. He looked you up and down, his breath getting heavier moment by moment, seeing how close you were to him, hell, even able to feel the heat from your pussy as it sat inches away. “Don’t tease me too much... I know I keep saying it but... Kurwa, I don’t know how much more I can take...”

His voice trailed off into a more desperate tone, almost sounding like he was whimpering, begging you to give him what he so desperately wanted. You only gave him a pitiful smile, “I’ll try... But it’s a little... hard when I feel you so excited under me. Mmm~...” You let your hips just barely scoot forward on him, earning a groan from him but you said to yourself it was just you adjusting as you pulled the rope across the right under the opposite collarbone. “ It’s just so tempting...”

He chuckled, barely bucking his hips up to yours, making you gasp softly and nearly lose your grip on the rope. “I can say the same for you, kochanie~... So, so tempting...”

You giggled, feeling his cock nestled right at your entrance but unable to enter. Unintentionally, he just led himself into this little trap... a little trap that left him yearning to be inside you even more. “It’s only a little more, miśku... then I’ll have my way with you...” You let your hands trail more on him as you pulled the rope across to the other side, going over then under, making sure to take your time tying a decorative knot at the front of him. You watched him intently as his chest rose and fell rhythmically, despite the deep breaths he was taking. His own eyes watched as your small, delicate hands tied the twine on him, watching those perfect hands expertly work the frayed, imperfect rope.

He whined softly as he wiggled his hands, feeling your wet pussy pressed against him. He knew you wanted this, though your hands went slow, it was just to mess with him more. So you could just feel him get harder under you. He didn’t even think he could get so turned out, but the harsh ropes binding him, making it so he couldn’t touch you. He could only groan in frustration, though the denial only excited him more.

You pulled the rope under the one by his arm and pulled through his arm, letting it rest behind him. You leaned up to his ear, unintentionally grinding yourself on him again as your sultry voice whispered in his ear, “Just one more knot... then I’m done.”

His breath hitched as you spoke, his hips desperately rising to meet yours again, anything to help with this painful hard-on he had. But you didn’t help at all, wrapping your arms around him and leaning over his shoulder, nuzzled close by his neck as you tied the final knot. So close to him, you were able to hear the little whines he let out under his breath as he grinded himself into your core. You bit your lip, suppressing yourself from letting out your own moan. “Pragnę cię tak bardzo, kochanie... Pr-... Pleeeaase~...” He desperately whined as he grinded himself further into your now sopping wet cunt, trying to tie that knot faster as you couldn’t resist him anymore either.

You finally finished it off, pulling your arms out from around him and immediately locking them around his neck, pulling him close as you kissed him messily. He didn’t help at all with the mess, barely able to control himself as he pushed himself into you, his tongue running along your bottom lip within seconds. You welcomed him in though, fingers interlacing with the bottom of his hair as you pulled him even closer.

Still grinding, even with your tongues interlocking, he was wanting so much more. He pulled away his eyes half lidded as his pupils dilated with lust. “Proszę, baby, fuck me already~... Boże, I can feel how wet and I just... Potrzebuję cię, kochanie~... I’ll do anything...”

His begging turned you on even more, it made you not want to do as he said... just so you could hear it more. But you couldn’t resist it either. Slowly you pulled yourself off his lap, just to tease him more, build more anticipation in him. He helped out, wiggling his hips down the bed more so they were parallel with it. You reached down to him, holding him by the base, feeling it throb with just your fingers as you lined yourself up. Slowly slipping your entrance on him, you expect some more resistance with the lack of foreplay, but after a couple little pushes, you were able to take him in, moaning as you slowly slid down, taking him to the base. He watched for as long as he could, until he just succumbed to his own pleasure, moaning softly and closing his eyes, head falling back just barely. You smiled devilishly, seeing him already losing himself in you. You wait for his eyes to open, looking at you with such desire before you asked, “...You ready?”

He chuckled softly, biting his lip as he bucked his hips up, egging you on to continue, “As ready as ever... How about you?”

You rolled your eyes at him light-heartedly, putting your hands on his shoulders as you slowly moved up. “Mmm~... maybe I should tie your legs next time too.”

He laughed, letting out a deep exhale through pursed lips, “Don’t know about that one, baby... Nggh~... already... hard enough as is.” As you slid back down, he leaned forward, getting right by your ear as you gasped, him doing another little thrust to push himself deeper inside. “Nie masz pojęcia, co mi zrobiłeś... How badly I want to grab your hips and fuck you so hard right now.” His voice came out as a growl... so deep and nearly threatening... but with him restrained, he was unable to act on such empty threats of good times.

“Heheh~... But your hands are tied, quite literally...” You ran your hands down his shoulders, running them down to where the ropes crossed in front, holding onto that for balance as you pulled yourself up again. He groaned, kissing onto your jaw as he cursed under his breath. “I’m the one in control here, Sobi... Mmm~, and I’ll fuck you so good if you just sit back and enjoy it...”

You felt him nod softly, lifting off your jaw as he met your eyes again, reaching right by his head before going down again, starting your rhythm of riding him. He watched you carefully as you took him in so expertly, his mouth sitting slightly agape as his breath got heavier. You started to roll your hips, earning a more needy moan from him as his head went back, and you saw slightly behind him, his hands balling into fists as his moan turned to a whimper. You felt so powerful right now, turning this huge, strong man to whining and begging under you, despite you still having to look up at him as you hit the tip of his cock. That thick hard cock too... you couldn’t get enough of it. When your hips rolled just right, it hit that spot inside that had you shutting your eyes as well, clinging even harder on the ropes. So focused on riding him, you could only let out heavy pants but once he bucked his hips, seeing him hit the spot inside you, you couldn’t help but cry out, cursing under your breath.

As you continued, he kept up his own little thrust inside you, making you moan more and more. Part of you wondered if he was chasing his own climax, or if he was just trying to make you feel good. Everytime you moaned though, breathily saying his name, you would see his arm wiggle, shoulder desperately trying to reach to you but being unsuccessful. He pulled himself forward, resting his head on the crook of your neck as he moaned more, his thrusts getting slightly more erratic. “Mój Boże~... proszę, baby... I’m so... Kurwa~, I’m so fucking close, are you?”

You giggled softly, feeling yourself on the edge but just barely there yourself. “Just about~... Ahh~! I-I’ll get there soon, just finish whenever, babe...”

“C-can I cum inside you? Please, please, please, kochanie, I want to so badly, pleeeeaase~...” He desperately whined, whimpering as he started to increase the pace of his thrusts, making you moan and your own climax approached just as quickly.

You giggled softly, leaning over to whisper in his ear. “Oh~... you will finish inside me... Nggh~... Come on, Sobi... Do it, cum inside me make me yours~”

Those words pushed him over the edge, biting onto your shoulder as he pushed down as hard as he could, cumming with a growl that turned quickly to a whimper. Erratically pushing himself deeper inside with little thrusts, you felt the warmth go even deeper inside you. Those deep thrusts against you nearly sent you over the edge, but as he slowly came down from his high, he pulled back, thrusting harshly as he let out one final spurt of cum right into your g-spot. Feeling that warmth all pressed against you, you hit your climax, moaning out his name as you came. He admired the sight, finally coming down fully to see you shaking, bouncing slightly on his still hard cock. He kissed your neck, encouraging you as you came down. “So good, kochanie... You fucked me so well, kotku... Moja piękna dziewczyna~... so beautiful cumming for me...”

You caught your breath, coming down to his wonderful words, leaning over and catching his lips as they lifted, bringing him in for a much more passionate kiss. When you leaned back, opening your eyes slowly, the both of you were smiling, unable to hold back the love you felt just from gazing at each other.

“Thank you, kochanie...” He wiggled his arms, making sure you could see it. “Now, could you uh... untie me? I just want to hold you now...”

Translations! Masz to, kochanie- You got this, baby Tak- Yes Jak to- Like this, jak being the comparative "like" rather than the enjoyment "like" O, ja pierdolę- Oh, fuck me Kotku- kitty/kitten Kurwa- fuck O mój kurwa boże- Oh my fucking god Miśku- bear (diminutive) Pragnę cię tak bardzo, kochanie- I want you so bad, baby Proszę- Please Potrzebuję cię- I need you Nie masz pojęcia, co mi zrobiłeś- You have no idea what you've done to me Moja piękna dziewczyna- My beautiful girl

#call of duty #call of duty modern warfare #cod mw2 #gromsko #gromsko mw2 #gromsko x reader #mw2 x reader #call of duty x reader #cod x reader #sobiesław kościuszko x reader #sobiesław kościuszko #grom writing

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mitsuki-komori · 5 months ago

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Happy Birthday, Leo. Here’s a Leo fic.

Asta rizzes Leo up

Leopold has missed Asta a lot, after all, the amount of missions have left them apart for a while now. He couldn’t help but feel a little giddy waiting outside the restaurant for him, their first date in two months. Two months since they started dating.

Leo’s nerves have been going through the roof, the day after they finally got together, missions flooded in as if trying to taunt them.

Leopold thought his schedule would never be clear, Asta probably didn’t either…

He watched as small groups and couples walked by, each time someone new came into view, his head would perk hoping it was Asta. No such luck.

Until the familiar muscular figure came into view. Leopold’s eyes lit up and his legs moved before he could think. “Asta!”

Asta turned his head towards the voice, seeing Leo running towards him. He smiled and opened his arms. Leo wrapped his arms around Asta and rested his head in the crook of his neck.

“Someone’s happy to see me.” Asta jokes, taking in the scent he’s been longing for.

“How could I not?” Leo looked up at him. “I missed you.”

Asta’s heart couldn’t help but flutter everytime Leo said something like that… Every time. “I missed you too.”

Leo wasn’t sure why he felt so nervous all the sudden, but he shrugs it off. “Are you hungry?”

Asta nods. “Yeah! Let’s go.” Asta walked beside Leo, putting his arm around his shoulder. Leopold felt some sense of pride walking around with Asta’s arm around him, showing people they belonged to each other. No matter is the stares they received were judgmental or indifferent; they’re together and they’re happy.

Walking into the restaurant, they were immediately met with a wave of warmth.

“Hello there! Table for two?” A young woman greets them. Leopold gave her a nod and they were led to their seats.

Leopold skims through the menu, sometimes glancing at Asta, he’d always divert his eyes when Asta caught him.

“What’re you gonna get?” Asta asks him. Leo blinked and chuckled.

“Oh! Uhm… I’m gonna get spaghetti.” Leo answered. “I think I saw a table with it on our way to this one, it was a big plate!”

Asta holds his head up on his elbow. “You wanna share?”

Leo couldn’t help but blush. “Yeah, sure.”

After taking their order, they spent the evening chatting away and catching up as they’ve been dreaming of since the day they last saw each other.

Once the spaghetti was dropped off at their table, they thanked the waitress and grabbed their forks.

“This looks so good!” Leo says. He stabs his fork into the small mountain and twists it. He takes a bite. “Asta, you’ve got to try this.”

Asta’s smile goes away for a moment and he grabs a napkin. He reached forward towards Leo and wiped his shirt. Leo looked down at himself, confused.

“Oh, did I get sauce on myself?”

Asta put his hand on Leo’s chin and raised his head, causing Leo to flush. Asta gently wiped Leo’s face.

Leo was rendered speechless.

“There you go!” Asta said, putting the napkin aside and leaning back. Asta took a bite and his eyes lit up similarly to Leo. “Wow, you’re right! This is good!” Asta glances back up at Leo, noticing the flustered expression on his face. “Hey what’s wrong?”

Leo’s red face was painfully obvious and he let out an awkward cough. “Nothing…” he stutters out. “Nothing at all, I’m just…”

“I’m just really glad to be here with you.”

#Leopold Vermillion #Asta #Black Clover #fanfiction #Black Clover fanfiction #Happy Birthday Leo #Birthday #Happy Birthday #Asta x Leo #Leo x Asta #Astaleo #rizz #Posted August 13th

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jack-the-nibbler · 1 year ago

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Voretober Day 2: Ritual/Eldritch

It's a perfect night to have a sacrifice, to turn the hunter into the prey...with a little surprise.

Jack couldn’t believe this was happening. One moment he’d been creeping around the Lakeside Village, hunting for survivors, when he’d suddenly been knocked out by the Seer’s owl. When he’d awoken, he was tied up, his wrists bound and claws rendered useless. Standing above him were the very survivors he’d been after; the Seer, Barmaid, Priestess, and Magician, now wearing golden robes.

“Hey, Ripper, don’t look so sad.” Eli said with a kind smile, patting his owl on the head.

“Mhm! Chin up, handsome! You’re gonna be a wonderful sacrifice!” Demi added in her usual chipper tone.

Wait…sacrifice?! Jack’s eyes widened, and he immediately started to struggle against his binds. Briefly glancing around, he could see that he’d been dragged to the sandy shore of the lake. Were they going to gag him and toss him into the water, let him drown like a rat?!

“What is the meaning of this?! I’m not going to let you miserable pests sacrifice me to anything or anyone! Untie me this instant!” Jack shouted. He froze as Servais’s gloved hand gripped his chin, forcing him to look up at him.

“There is no need to fret, Mister Sickert! You are about to become a part of something greater than yourself, serve a higher, more divine purpose!” The Magician exclaimed, a wicked glint in his eye. “This is quite an honorable position to be in. You should be excited!”

Jack…really didn’t like that look. He knew Servais to be grumpy but often well composed, but now he was speaking like a delusional madman.

Glancing over to the water, the hunter saw Fiona tossing buckets of chum into the lake water. Bubbles started to form over the surface, the tips of purple and red tendrils emerging. Jack smiled a little, nervous but somewhat relieved.

“Aha, I see what’s going on! This is some kind of prank!” Jack said with an uneasy laugh. “Well, you got me good! Alright, you can let me go, and I’ll just go ahead and give you the match! How does that sound?

But Servais clearly wasn’t listening, as he dragged the much taller man closer to the water. Jack was forced to kneel in the sand as Hastur rose from the water; clothed in a tattered yellow robe, thick tentacles lashing against the shallow waves, multiple orange, catlike eyes staring down at the five mortals. Servais bowed before the towering deity.

“Oh mighty Feaster, venerable King in Yellow! We offer you this humble sacrifice, a fine snack to sate your terrifying hunger. We are aware that artists are a favorite of yours, and we do hope that this one is to your liking.” The magician exclaimed.

Hastur’s eyes focused on his fellow hunter, who now felt even smaller than he usually did. It didn’t help that Jack wasn’t used to him being this massive. A few tendrils slithered towards him, encircling his bound form. The Ripper found himself shivering, but clinging to any sort of hope. Hastur was always fairly reasonable, at least far more so than the Dream Witch. He wouldn’t truly hurt him, would he?

“H-Hastur, are we good? Is this a bit we’re doing?” Jack asked, gasping as thick, slimy tentacles surrounded him. They pulled away the ropes, but Jack’s relief turned right back into fear as the tendrils wrapped around him. They squished and pulsed, seeming to suckle on him. As one lapped up his cheek like a tongue, he realized that he was being tasted. Savored like a delicious treat.

“My, you’re quite delicious, Jack,” Hastur said, giving a low, rumbling chuckle. “Do not fret. I’m sure you will find my belly quite accommodating.” His tentacles lifted Jack from the ground, up towards the dark red mist that made up his “face”. Jack’s eyes widened, a plea for mercy being muffled as he was stuffed inside.

The mist engulfed the hunter, bringing a mix of odd sensations to his body and mind. It was cool and wispy like fog, then humid and squishy like a mouth. He was terrified, but parts of his mind felt oddly comforted. A few tentacles pulled and pushed him deeper before finally dropping him into the abyss of Hastur’s throat.

Jack screamed as he slid down the long, slimy tunnel. It wasn’t very tight, but it was dark, and Jack feared that he could possibly be slipping down forever. After all, what could he expect from the unearthly guts of an eldritch god?

To his relief and fear, Jack landed with a splat upon squishy flesh. He shuddered, eyes squeezed shut, fingers gripping into the stomach lining. He didn’t want to look up, to see whatever horrible innards he was trapped within. Pits of corrosive acids, unending intestinal labyrinths, fleshy growths meant to soften and absorb him…

“Huh, I was wondering when you’d get thrown in here.”

Jack immediately looked up at the sound of that familiar voice. The Mercenary was standing right there, arms crossed and an eyebrow raised ever so slightly. He did not look at all like he was worried about being inside the King in Yellow’s digestive tract.

“N-Naib? What the fuck?!” Jack yelled. “Oh god, how many others have they managed to capture?!”

“Well, I’d say they’ve managed quite a bit.” Naib gestured to the side, and Jack sat up in shock. A number of other survivors and a few hunters were milling about the vast organ. But the most shocking part was the pumpkins, chains, bats, and other Halloween decorations scattered about, complete with a refreshment table. The stomach walls had a dark purple tone with a glimmering, starlike pattern, adding to the ambiance.

“Yep, it was Servais’s idea to do something really outrageous for a Halloween party, and the others were completely on board. I think they’re having a little too much fun with it.” Naib said, shrugging and glancing down at Jack, his jaw hanging.

“So…I was never in any danger?!” Jack exclaimed. “Bloody hell, I am going to rip them all limb from limb!” He jumped to his feet, but paused, looking around. “Well…maybe later. This honestly looks kinda fun.”

“That’s the spirit. Now I’m gonna get some more grub before the others get to it.” Naib grinned and ran off to the snack table. Jack rolled his eyes, but ran off after him. Well, he had a rather rude entrance, but perhaps munching on treats and nestling against the stomach walls to chat with his friends wouldn’t be such a bad use of an evening.

#voretober #soft vore #safe vore #nonfatal vore #male pred #nonhuman pred #male prey #idv vore #fandom vore #fearplay #eldritch pred #endosoma

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apomaro-mellow · 1 year ago

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R&R 3

After stealing a cop car, Eddie and the boys high tailed it to New York. That’s where the next Vecna concert was going to be. Which meant that Steve would be there. They drove nonstop, only pausing to switch drivers/gas up/get snacks. When Eddie was driving they didn’t even stop for the bathroom.

“Piss out the window for all I care.”

“Sounds like you care a whole lot, man”, Crash said. “About Steve.”

“He should! He was literally kidnapped!”, Jeff exclaimed.

“Kidnapped, yeah. I bet he saw all those zeroes and fell right into ‘Lord Vecna’s’ lap”, Eddie sneered.

“You know he’s not like that”, Jeff said. “There’s gotta be another explanation.”

“I don’t know”, Gareth said, opening a bag of chips. “Steve’s a good guy but he does come from luxury. Maybe he misses it.”

“Either way we’re gonna find out”, Eddie pressed down on the gas.

While they were just passing the New York state line, Steve had already awakened in New York. The power and and speed of air travel and all. He felt disoriented for about three seconds before realizing what had happened. He grabbed what was closest, an ugly looking vase, and smashed it against the head of the suit who had been standing with his back to him.

Steve was about to break for the door when another he didn’t see grabbed him from behind.

“Good little boys should behave.”

“Let go of me! Where am I?! Where’s Creel? That bastard!”

Steve got harshly thrown to the ground as the blinds were opened and the New York skyline was revealed to him. He was in the lair of a beast. His friends were miles away. Steve pushed back the voice that said his father was right.

“Stay put. And maybe we’ll feed you later.” The suit picked up his friend and then left Steve.

He reacted too slowly, only rushing up to the door once it was closed and pounding on it to no avail. He was locked in here. He went over to the window. It was a very, very long way down.

“I can’t just stay here”, he said to himself while, looking at the bed he’d awakened on. The sheets wouldn’t get him far, but it’d be a start, right? He looked around and saw a vent. One that was actually big enough for him to crawl through.

Steve pulled the sofa chair over right under the vent. With a grunt, he opened it and hoisted himself up. Once he was up there, he just started to crawl, hoping that eventually he’d find his way out. The vents had to exit somewhere, after all. While trekking, he heard Henry and paused at an opening. He was shirtless, and sticking out of his back were slimy, writhing tentacles. They slithered around the dark room as Henry spoke. But Steve couldn’t see anyone else in the room.

“I have found the voice. The one that will bring you into this world...I know. I will make him sing. And your coming will be upon us....You must tell me if there is anything...anyone who can stop me.”

Steve bit his lip as he listened in closely. There had to be something that could stop this guy.

Henry rolled his head around. “No one? There is no one?”

Steve could barely make out the devilish smile of triumph on his face. As quietly as he could, he continued to crawl. That couldn’t be true. No one? Well if there was no one, he just had to get ghost. If he wasn’t in the man’s clutches, he couldn’t force Steve to sing and summon whatever demon was possessing him.

It took quite some time, but Steve managed to find a way out. He kicked open the vent and came out in an alleyway. The towering building loomed overhead, as did others. He had to get out of town, find some way back home, back to Eddie and their friends.

There were tons of people on the street on a normal day but it seemed extra congested to Steve. As he went down the sidewalk, his eyes caught a poster in a tattoo shop. It was for Henry-Vecna’s concert. But under the glowering face of the superstar it said ‘And Introducing: Eve’ along with an artist’s rendering of Steve’s face. When had this been done? How long was he out? Steve felt disoriented. He didn’t even really know what day it was anymore.

He kept going, any distance between him and Henry was a good thing.

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“Let’s ditch the car for now”, Eddie said as he parked it in an alley. “Don’t wanna run into any trouble while we’re here.”

“What? Us? Trouble?”, Gareth grinned cheekily.

“You know it just occurred to me...”, Crash started, “How exactly are we supposed to find Steve?”

Jeff grabbed one of the many Vecna posters that line the buildings. “This says exactly where he’ll be and when.”

“Yeah, but I’m not waiting until showtime”, Eddie said. “Let’s get in the general area. Steve could be out and about right now. Rubbing elbows with New York’s eeeelite.”

“You still think he betrayed us”, Jeff sighed.

“Some people only know how to look out for themselves. Explains why he was so hard-pressed to play his song that night.”

“Eddie, have you ever really listened to Steve’s song?”, Gareth asked.

“I played it with him, didn’t I?”, Eddie stomped away, not wanting to talk about it anymore. It was just a bunch of soft rock lovey-dovey bullshit. And he loves Steve-loved?-but it totally clashed with their usual sound and who the hell was he thinking about when writing it anyway?

Jeff frowned. “Dude, for someone who worships the ground he walks on, you don’t really appreciate what he does for you.”

“Steve!”, Eddie suddenly perked up.

“Yeah, the guy you don’t deserve. That’s who we’ve been talking about.”

“No! Steve! There!” Eddie pointed to where Steve was just ahead, barely visible in the crowd of New Yorkers. Steve gave a shifty look, like he knew he was being followed, and ducked into the nearest building, which happened to be a club.

“Time for us to get some answers”, Eddie said resolutely.

Part 5

#apo writes #stranger things #fanfiction #steddie #corroded coffin #henry creel

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sonicasura · 17 days ago

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The next one who piped up only made the Omnitrix annoyance grow even further.

Ratchet: “How can a device that rearranges your entire biology on a whim be harmless?”

Part of it was academic curiosity, but enough was the sheer anomaly of the watch’s capabilities. That shouldn’t be possible to do without investing many resources into. Changing your entire species into an entirely different one—the sheer chemical difference in the transfer alone could render someone brain dead.

Surprisingly, the human teen countered the question.

Dart: “The same way a medic or doctor knows biology enough they can take someone apart just as easily as putting them back together.” *They cleared their throat and tried to not let Ratchet’s words distract them.* “Anyway, the Omnitrix was designed for two main purposes. It’s one of the most literal takes on ‘walking a mile in someone else’s shoes’ if said shoes were another species. Everything I can do, someone of the same species should be perfectly capable of… Usually.”

Fowler: “That device turns you into other species for… diplomacy?”

Dart: “Yes. Contrary to most media, not all aliens are predisposed toward violence or performing vivisections.”

Besides the humans in the room, the Autobots all had very confused expressions. Predaking was the one who spoke up next surprising both humans at the table.

Predaking: “Usually?”

Omnitrix: “The transformations are scaled to my user’s physical age as to not overwhelm them with being in a suddenly mature body. A recent example would be how Bygone is physically smaller than you are.”

The Omnitrix’s sudden piping in made the tension return ever so slightly. Truly, the near instantaneous switches between Dart and it were eerie.

Fowler: “You—Dart mentioned you were made for a second reason?”

On Dart’s borrowed face, the Omnitrix grinned tilting it’s face to the side… A small gesture like that would have seemed harmless if not for it making their sharper than normal canine teeth show. (Inwardly, the human teen still felt a bit embarrassed by having such sharp teeth.)

Omnitrix: “Oh? Hasn’t dear Predaking mentioned it already? The newsparks had to come from somewhere, didn’t they?”

Optimus: “So you truly recreated the newspark Predacons?”

Omnitrix, nodding: “Indeed, I did. Make no mistake about it—I cannot bring back the dead. The six newsparks are completely new beings compared to the clones who never got a chance to live. Even then, I wasn’t lying when I mentioned how tricky Cybertronian biology is.”

Fowler: “So, what? You can clone clones?”

A frustrated exhale left Dart/the Omnitrix.

Omnitrix, cont’d: “I created six new individuals out of the materials of at least twenty individuals who never got a chance to live. My second purpose—as you are so determined to find out—is to reverse extinction. I am a genetic repository of sapient species across the universe. My creator likens me to Noah’s Ark though only in baseline concept.”

Simultaneously, the Autobots all looked at them in shock at the Omnitrix’s revelation it could reverse extinction or so it claimed. That was not something a being stated casually—not when Cybertron was effectively rendered lifeless.

—ROB’d Anon.

Here comes Ratchet with Strike Two. I have a feeling someone's gonna ask the stupid question of 'Can the Omnitrix come off'. Either gonna be Ratchet or Arcee because they got zero tact at all.

Also I see the former asking to a diagnostic check on Dart since humans don't have sharp teeth. The medic thinks it's a byproduct of the watch but the Omnitrix ends up clarifying that their DNA was an erratic mess from the start. You can say keeping Dart from becoming an eldritch scorpion monster is a add-on.

#sonicasura #sonicasura answers #asks #anonymous #ben 10 #ben 10 series #ben ten #ben ten series #oc #original character #maccadam #transformers #transformers series #transformers prime #tf #tf series #tfp

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dc-said-bi-robin-rights · 1 year ago

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Rose is beautiful, Cassie thought. It was the only thing she could think, with the way her head was pounding, with the way her lungs felt like are were they are going to explode.

Rose was sitting up in bed, her head pillowed by the arm she’d casually placed between it and the headboard, looking blissfully unaware of Cassie’s inner turmoil. Her silky white hair, which shone silver under the moonlight, was splayed across her shoulders, sweaty and slightly frizzed in a way Cassie found intoxicating. A thin cigarette was held lightly between her index and middle fingers, and every so often Rose would leisurely bring it to her mouth and take a slow puff, like she wasn’t even dazed, like she hadn’t just fucked Cassie’s brains out and left her panting like she’d just run a marathon. It was maddening, it was hot as hell, and Cassie…

Cassie needed to say something. She’d been staring way too long not to. She’d look like a total freak if she didn’t spit something out now… not to mention she’d rather die than continue living knowing Rose Wilson had had the satisfaction of rendering her speechless.

“How are you not tired?” Cassie asked, because it was honestly ridiculous that she wasn’t.

“I’ve got a lot of energy,” Rose said, a smirk in her voice. That wasn’t new—Rose was as smug as they came, and took great pleasure in rubbing every little thing in everyone’s face. She was so lucky Cassie found the infuriating little superhuman attractive, because otherwise Cassie would never put up with it… not that she did, but still.

“Uh huh,” Cassie scoffed, reaching out for the bottle of water on the nightstand. “And that would have nothing to do with your father’s serum, I’m guessing.”

Rose’s smirk only widened. Cassie made a disgusted noise in the back of her throat, keeping her eyes on Rose even as she gulped down the contents of her water bottle. Almost against her will, they drifted lower and lower, finally settling on the thin sliver of nakedness not covered by the thin, wet sheet for less than a moment before Cassie forced them. It was too late though: Rose had seen, if the way her smirk widened even more was any indication, and Cassie’s cheeks flushed scarlet even as she looked away, scowling.

I’m gonna wipe that smirk off your face one day, I swear.

“Like what you see, wonder witch?”

“I…” All of a sudden, Cassie couldn’t even summon the energy to pretend to be annoyed. A wave of desire surged through her body, but this time it was different than the one that had pushed Cassie into this situation in the first place—instead of wanting another round, she suddenly wanted nothing more than to hold Rose, or to have Rose hold her. This was familiar, but Cassie felt her stomach drop all the same. She knew it was only natural to feel those kinds of desires after sex, but… why did it have to be with Rose? Conner was safe enough to snuggle up with… but, she and Rose had never… would Rose even want that? Would she snuggle her back? Or would she think Cassie was some lame, sentimental crybaby who couldn’t handle them just being casual hookups?

Did she even care what Rose thought?

The answer, uncomfortably, turned out to be yes. Yes, she did care what Rose thought about her, and about their relationship, even if she knew she shouldn’t, Rose being who she was.

Well… only one way to find out, I guess.

Without saying a word, she slowly shifted over to Rose and, equally as slowly, laid her head on her chest. She felt Rose stiffen beneath her… but she didn’t push her off, and a moment later Cassie heard the cigarette being pinched out. They stayed like that for a while, silently, until Cassie eventually felt Rose’s hand slide over her stomach and settle there.

“What does this mean?” Rose’s voice was careful, quiet, and impossible to read.

“I think…” Cassie closed her eyes. “I think I’m starting to love you, Rose.”

The hand on her stomach retreated as quickly as it had settled there, snatched away as if her body had suddenly lit on fire and scalded it. Cassie started, alarmed, but Rose drew back from her. She looked stricken, and confused… and something else. “You don’t.”

“I…”

“Whatever you’re feeling right now… it’s not real, okay?” Rose almost sounded… angry. “Trust me.”

“Rose…” There were many things that one could call Cassie Sandsmark, but an idiot was not one of them. “If this is because of what happened with Eddie…”

She knew she’d messed up even before Rose’s lips twisted into a snarl. Eddie wasn’t a word anyone was allowed to say in Rose’s hearing yet, least of all Cassie. It was just too raw. They’d agreed on that, in a wordless, unacknowledged sort of way, when this all started.

And now Cassie had broken that agreement.

“I don’t need this,” Rose said, kicking away the sheets and standing up. If it had been any other time, Cassie might have noticed the angelic glow of her hair, or the way the moonlight backlit her curves and figure. “I don’t need you.”

“Rose, wait,” Cassie breathed, grabbing onto her wrist. “I didn’t mean to…”

Rose snatched her hand away, and Cassie had no choice but to let her. The door slammed shut a moment later, and Cassie felt stupid, pointless tears come to her eyes. She’d born her heart out to Rose yet again, only to find it callously, selfishly stomped on yet again.

For the life of her, she can’t even remember why she expected it to be different this time. After all, it was Rose.

That’s who she was. Selfish.

#rose wilson #ravager #dc #dc comics #rosecassie #cassie sandsmark #cassierose #teen titans #wonder girl

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pickledpascal · 10 months ago

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Killer Queen

Chapter Six: all-american bitch

Warnings: gore, violence, ben being ben (old), swearing, 18+ themes.

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Walking the halls of Vought felt like a fucking fever dream for Ben. The tower still had the same amount of floors, but it had changed radically. Cleaner floors, screens, and lights were everywhere that it almost made his head hurt. Almost.

His boots were heavy against the clean, marble floors. He put on a fake smile as he walked past a few employees, well, a lot of employees. If Ben was in his “civilian” clothes, they probably wouldn't have batted an eye, however, he wasn't. He wore his Supe suit—minus the helmet, he always thought the redesign of it looked a little stupid.

Ben simply waltzed right into Stan Edgar's office. He timed his entrance just right, no one else was in the room. That was by design.

“Ah, Soldier Boy.” Edgar sat at his desk, a surprised yet, at the same time, unsurprised look in his eyes. “Or should I say Ben?”

Ben's jaw ticked as he stared at Edgar. Just being in that man's presence was annoying, just like it was back in ‘84. Fuckin’ corporate douchebags. Now, Edgar was Vought, back then he was more of a handler or whatever the fuck.

“I'm here to… get some of what I deserve.” He said truthfully, eyes narrowed and cold as he stared at Edgar.

Every single last person involved with Ben's disappearance was dead. Either killed by him or dead due to old age. Everyone except for Mr. Vought himself.

Edgar chuckled softly. “I'm sure you are.” He glanced off to the side of his desk.

“You think you gonna pop my head open? Fat chance.” Ben chuckled softly. A flash of fear finally showed in Edgar's eyes. It felt good to see that. “Don't worry, she's being taken care of real nice.” He winked, a sinister smile on his face.

Being with Amber had been a rollercoaster. He nearly envied her abilities. Her resilience. Her need to help him. And she did help him.

Except, he was the only Supe that could take away a Supe’s powers with a single blast. Rendering him nearly invincible, which went to his head a little. He was a clear threat to Vought and everything it was about. It wasn't about promoting the safety and happiness and prosperity of others, it was about dominating ideals. The company made money simply off of the public thinking it needed Supes.

Ben had known that forever. He was the first Supe after all.

“Your girlfriend will not survive if you so much as touch a hair on her head.” Edgar stood abruptly.

Ben cocked an eyebrow at Edgar, impressed that the man thought anyone had a chance against Amber. “What makes you think you could touch her?” He took a step forward, setting his palms on Edgar's desk. “Better yet, what makes you think you'll be stepping outside this room alive to see your daughter again? Hm? After the shit you've done to me? Fuck no.”

In a building nearby, Eden, Amber, and most of the Boys were camped out and listening in on Ben and Edgar’s conversation. After Ben finished his words, Amber cut the sound.

Butched glanced at her, confused. “What in the Sam-Hell?”

“Do you want to hear a man getting his guts torn from his body?” Amber countered with a cock of her eyebrow. Hughie cringed at the thought and shook his head. Butcher just shrugged. “That's what I thought.”

Eden sat back in her swivel chair and hummed a little. “I mean, he's definitely getting what he deserves.”

“But what's the plan after this? Killing the CEO won't change much. You didn't really fill us in.” Annie looked at Butcher and Amber. Out of everyone in the Boys, she was the most morally good one, meaning killing someone—as bad as they might be—wasn’t something that pleased her in the slightest.

Eden glanced at Amber, who answered, “Eden will hack everything off of Vought’s servers and hand it over to the proper authorities—namely Grace Mallory.”

“Hey! Douchebags! How the hell am I supposed to use this thing?” Ben's voice filtered back into the room. He glanced over at the decimated heap that was once Stan Edgar. He didn't seem so scary after pounded into a bag of flesh and blood.

He shook his head, that didn't matter at the moment. What mattered was finding the right hole for this… what did Eden call it? Hacking stick? Amber called it something else… USB stick! That's what it was.

“Look at the edge of the computer screen for a rectangular hole and put it in.” Eden explained.

Amber let out a small laugh, “That sounded horrible.”

Ben gripped the monitor, jerking it to the side to see the different ports. He jammed the USB into one of them and pursed his lips. Something was definitely happening. “What now?”

“You see that loading bar?” Eden asked. He made a noise of recognition at the blue bar that was slowly filling. “Wait until it's 100% complete, it should only take a few minutes.”

Ben hummed a little as he watched it. Then he realized he had a fuck ton of blood on his hands, some even on his face as he could partly see his reflection in the monitor. He wiped at his face, smearing a little of the blood. Thankfully, he caught a few napkins at the side of the desk and wiped his face and hands quickly.

Once the bar was full, it completely disappeared. He was still incredibly confused as to how modern technology worked but, if Amber trusted Eden, he would too. “Everything good?” He asked as he grabbed the USB back from its port.

“More than good, mate.” Butcher answered this time, a smug air to his voice.

“Now, get the fuck outta there.” Amber ordered before her voice softened, “Please?”

Ben pocketed the USB and left the office, not minding how an assistant or something would probably find Edgar's body. A lot of people who worked at Vought were bad people, maybe they weren't when they first joined, but they would eventually become similar to Edgar. Horrible for the sake of glory and profit. Ben knew he was like that once too.

Once.

He could still feel his sins crawling on his back but, god, he was trying. Trying to be good. For Amber. For himself, too.

———

Weeks have passed since Vought's downfall and subsequently, many more laws have been passed to monitor Supes. They were on their own now, no company trying to cover up any wrongdoing or casualties. It felt… better. And scarier for a lot of Supes who decided to fuck around for so long. Now, they were going to find out what happened when they were so careless. Consequences. Like they deserved.

Seeing as the Soldier Boy was part of Vought's downfall garnered a lot of attention. A lot of people wanting to know more, asking questions.

Once things started to settle down, that's when Mallory advised to answer questions. But she also wanted Amber to be there too… just to wrangle him in case he said too much. Amber wasn't exactly sure why, Ben had media training all the way back in the fifties, maybe even earlier than that.

“So, Soldier Boy!” A reporter called out to him. “You represent good-ole American Family values, what do you think of America nowadays?”

Ben cocked an eyebrow at the question and plastered a smile on his face. “Well, it's certainly different. I mean, I didn't know what GPS was until a few months ago. Or who Cardi B was.” He forced a chuckle.

“But what do you think about the state of America? The gay trend?” The reporter pried further.

Ben took a few moments to keep from answering, looking at the reporter with a blank stare. Years ago, he probably would've said some ignorant shit but not today. Especially since he could hear the ringing of a bell in his head. “Well, I think gay people, whether it's a trend or not, should be treated fairly under the law as all people should. Y'know, life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness and all that shit.”

“Is that what you really think?” The other man kept trying to get some sort of reaction out of Ben.

So he let him get what he wanted. The bell rang louder. Ben grabbed the voice recorder and spoke into it directly. “My girlfriend has a dick and I like it in my mouth, so yes I believe queer people should be allowed all the fuckin’ freedoms non-queer people do.” His smile was poisonous as he looked at the reporter. He pushed the recorder back into his hands and walked away.

Half the time, Ben wondered why he even bothered with all this. The media and all the shit it came with, but he did sign up for those Vought trials. And it worked. Worked so well he was practically invincible.

“Do you really like my dick in your mouth?” Amber's arms were crossed, he was leaning against the wall as Ben walked to the back of the building.

Ben glanced to the side before he pulled Amber close and kissed her deeply. She immediately wrapped her arms around his waist while he buried a hand in her hair, messing it up in his favorite ways. Amber always found a way to take over him, even if it was an action he started. He was slammed against the wall as Amber deepened the kiss more, his breath knocked out of his lungs for a moment.

He pushed Amber away slightly. He knew what he looked like. Pathetic. With flushed cheeks, pleading eyes, and red lips. “Does that answer your question?” He breathed.

Amber let out an amused noise and raised an eyebrow at him. “Sure.” She paused, then took a breath, “I'm proud of you for not completely losing your cool there.” She whispered.

“Yeah, well, that motherfucker deserved worse.” Ben grumbled.

Amber shrugged and nodded with a light laugh. “Yeah, probably. But it wouldn't look good for you.” She pointed out softly. “Even if it would be satisfying.”

It was weird to think about just how much Ben had changed because of Amber. Emotionally, he was more open, though he was still working on that with people who weren't Amber. He didn't resort to violence as much, although there were some exceptions. Like Edgar. Not to mention, his ideals have changed. He didn't focus so much on himself anymore but started to care about others and the things that meant the world to them too.

“C'mon, Eden is making spaghetti and meatballs to celebrate.” Amber gave Ben a light smile, lowering a hand to hold his.

Ben simply nodded and followed her to the car.

———

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pocket-lad · 1 year ago

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CH 7- Tangible Beings with Minds and Bodies That Move and Breathe and Hunt and Kill

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“Wow,” Adelaide exhaled.

“Pretty neat, huh?” Ian agreed.

They had arrived just in time to catch the end of Ellie’s sentence. “There’s only one way to be positive. I’ll have to see the dinosaur’s droppings.”

“Dino...droppings? Droppings?” Ian blinked.

They looked over to see probably the world’s tallest pile of poop. Well, that explained the smell. Adelaide had to cover her nose with her shirt as they approached.

“That is one big pile of shit,” he said.

“Smells almost as bad as you,” Adelaide whispered. It hadn’t slipped her mind that the kids were close, but she was much more interested in the dinosaur. She instinctively kept her voice down anyway.

Ian let out a fake laugh. “Good one.”

“Can I touch it? The dinosaur, I mean. Not the poop,” Adelaide asked.

“I uh, I don’t know about that one, Della."

“Well, I’m gonna find a way to do it, one way or another. I just asked to make your life easier. Besides, it’s basically unconscious anyway.” Adelaide wanted to use her puppy dog eyes, but he couldn’t see her on his shoulder. Also, she wasn’t very good at puppy dog eyes, but Ian usually gave her credit for trying.

“Not if I keep you in my pocket,” Ian challenged.

“What was it you said...Oh yeah, life, uh, finds a way.” Adelaide did her best Ian impression, which was not great.

“Fine,” he laughed. Ian slowly walked over to the dinosaur and kneeled down. He held his hand by his shoulder for Adelaide to step on, and she didn’t miss his efforts to not just grab her. She stepped on eagerly and he pulled away. Before he lowered her toward the dinosaur, he held his hand in front of his face. “Be careful,” he said seriously.

“When am I not?” Adelaide waved him off.

“Always... quite literally.... always,” he said, but lowered her near the frill anyway.

Adelaide was a little nervous, but more than that, she was stunned. She never had the opportunity to even be near a normal animal. They were too dangerous. They didn’t see her as a person, they saw her as a toy or as food, and no matter how cute Beans claimed their pets were, Adelaide knew better. She shuddered as she recalled her close encounter with a cat.

To be able to get near an animal like this, let alone an extinct one, rendered Adelaide speechless.

She reached out to brush against the skin just as it exhaled a big huff of air. Adelaide jumped what felt like a million feet, but she got over herself because even its breathing was just so cool . This was the second time a dinosaur had scared her in a short period, but this time it felt different. Adelaide had Ian at her side, and like she said, it was basically unconscious. And it was more friend-shaped than that baby in the lab, if that made any sense at all.

Ian laughed at her ever-present skittishness, but she was laughing at herself too as she reached out again. The dinosaur's skin was rough and dry. It didn’t react to her touch – it probably didn’t even feel her.

She looked back at Ian. “What kind is it?”

“A triceratops,” he said, trying to hide his smile. Ian thought it was adorable when Adelaide was curious, and to see her so excited was heartwarming. He knew she rarely got opportunities like this, and he was glad he was able to convince her to come on this trip, if only for this moment alone.

“Hi!” Adelaide whispered softly to the triceratops.

When he was sure Adelaide was safe, and without moving his hand, Ian turned to observe the others. Ellie was walking around mumbling to herself, checking the droppings for whatever she assumed was in there.

Alan approached the group.

“She’s...tenacious,” Ian said, referring to Ellie.

“You have no idea,” Alan agreed.

“You will remember to wash your hands before you eat anything?” Ian called after Ellie.

“Obviously,” Adelaide said, confused as to why he would think any differently. Her eyes caught Alan standing beside them, and it was a little too close for her liking, but she couldn’t wipe the smile off her face if she tried. This moment with the triceratops would stick with her for the rest of her life.

Alan bent down. “She was my favorite when I was a kid,” he tried, making conversation the only way he knew how. Dinosaurs.

“It’s so...ugly! But also, so cool!” Adelaide exclaimed.

Alan laughed. He sat there awkwardly, not sure how to continue. How do you talk to somebody three inches tall? Thankfully, Gennaro saved him.

“Doctors, if you please-- I have to insist that we get moving,” he said nervously.

Adelaide looked up at Ian again. “I didn’t know I was a doctor,” she joked, slightly offended that Gennaro didn’t address her as well.

“Guess you are today,” Ian said as he stood up. He set Adelaide on his shoulder as he followed the group in the direction of the cars.

Ellie announced that she was going to stay behind with the triceratops, which left Adelaide feeling a little bummed. She liked the relationship they were building, though maybe not enough to fall into Ellie’s hands again, but enough to feel disappointed at their separation for the rest of the tour.

The walk back to the cars was silent, outside of the various sounds of nature. Adelaide stayed as flat and as close to Ian’s neck as possible, hoping to avoid the eyes of the kids now that there was less to distract them. She was honestly shocked she made it this far without being noticed. She couldn’t take all the credit, though. Ian had an uncanny ability to turn his shoulders in just the right direction to keep her out of sight without looking awkward, and Adelaide owed her life to that ability.

Everybody climbed back into the car they originally came from (thank God) and the cars took off again. Though Adelaide could have sworn the sky was clear and blue not two seconds ago, a sheet of rain came out of nowhere and started pelting the car, so she was thankful they came back when they did. The sky turned a sick shade of grey.

After a bout of silence, Alan asked, “Do you have any kids?”

Adelaide had to assume he wasn’t talking to her, so she looked up at Ian.

Ian explained his situation – how he had three kids and how he was married a number of times, but nothing ever really stuck. Adelaide knew this, but he hardly talked about it. It just never seemed relevant.

“By the way, Dr. Sattler... um, she's not, like, available, is she?” Ian asked. When would he give it a rest?

“Why?” Alan asked, a little too quickly and a little too defensively.

Ian recognized this and backed off. “Yeah, I'm sorry. You two are...” He left the question unsaid, but they all understood.

“Yeah,” Alan said.

Wow. Adelaide could feel the testosterone in the air. She wanted to break up the tension, but she wasn’t sure how. Beyond that though, her disappointment grew involuntarily. Alan and Ellie were together? That actually made complete sense, but she didn’t know these people. She didn’t know their story, and it wasn’t her business. So, she could pretend otherwise. Until now.

“Ah hell, Della. We tried,” Ian said.

Huh?... What?........... HUH?

Adelaide was speechless. She floundered for words, but the only thing that came out was a series of strangled noises. What did he mean by that, ‘we tried’???? We ?? Tried what? She couldn’t think. Any thought that came to mind was instantly replaced by the sound of falling rain against the roof.

Okay, yeah. Maybe Adelaide did have feelings for Ellie. But was she that obvious? She wasn’t even sure herself, so how could Ian pick it up? And if he picked it up, did everyone else?

By the confused and shocked look on Alan’s face as he stared at her, Adelaide could answer her own question with a hearty ‘no’. Regardless, she needed to say something. Now. Say something. Say something right now. Say anything.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” she dismissed. She tried to put out a casual tone, but her voice was definitely an octave higher than usual. Dammit.

“Uh huh,” Ian smirked. He did not believe her one bit.

The car came to a sudden halt. Adelaide swayed forward at the motion and Ian’s hand shot up as a barrier, but it wasn’t needed.

“Hey, what’d I touch?” Alan asked, assuming he broke something.

Adelaide felt Ian tense up under her. If he was nervous, she was too. “Uh, you didn’t touch anything. We stopped,” Ian said calmly. He forced his shoulders to relax so as to not upset Adelaide, but it was too late.

“Is that the same goat?” Adelaide asked, peering out the window at a small, white blob. The rain came down harder now, and it was nearly impossible to see anything.

“Seems like we stopped by the Tyrannosaur paddock...See if you can contact Hammond, I’m going to go check in with the others,” Alan said.

Once again, Adelaide correctly assumed he wasn’t talking to her.

Alan exited the car and ran through the rain, while Ian gave Adelaide a brief warning before he leaned forward to use the radio. He kept his left hand up by his shoulder for support if she needed it, and in this case, she did. Unfortunately, all that came through the radio was static. Ian slumped back into his seat, bouncing his leg and waiting impatiently for Alan to return.

“I’m sure it’s fine,” Adelaide said, but she didn’t believe herself. Ian didn’t respond, and that’s how Adelaide knew they were in trouble. Nothing could ever get Ian to shut up.

Alan ran back shortly, interrupting Adelaide’s thoughts as she planned how to get her and Ian off the island immediately. Or at least somewhere safer. Not by the big dinosaur paddock. Ian shook his head at Alan, indicating that they were on their own.

“Their radio's out too. Gennaro said to stay put,” Alan said with a sigh.

“Are the kids okay?” Ian asked.

Both Adelaide and Alan were taken aback by this. Alan because he just assumed the kids were fine, Adelaide because it was easy to forget how thoughtful Ian could be. Here she was, worrying only about herself, getting herself and Ian off this island as soon as possible, and he was thinking about the children.

“What's scary? It's just a little hiccup in the power,” Alan explained.

“I'm not scared,” Ian said.

“Liar,” Adelaide retorted. If he was going to embarrass her, she was going to embarrass him right back. They would go down together.

“I didn't say you were scared,” Alan defended himself.

“I know,” Ian said.

Adelaide’s eyes widened at the absurdity of the conversation. They were all scared, but nobody wanted to admit it, to speak it into existence. This unfortunately resulted in the byproduct of unbearable masculine tension. She thought she was going crazy, what with nobody else around to witness this. It was bad enough that they were stuck like this, she didn’t want to deal with their egos, too.

With a sigh, Alan opened the car door and stuck his canteen out into the rain to collect water. Adelaide had to admit she was thirsty, and Ian ruined their water by sticking his dirty fingers in it for his stupid experiment.

Alan took a sip and offered some to Ian, who gratefully accepted. Before he drank, he patted himself down. “Sorry, Della, I don’t have a bottle cap,” he said.

“That’s fine,” Adelaide said. Now that she acknowledged it, she was really thirsty. It just wasn’t anybody’s fault she had nothing to drink out of, and she didn’t want them to pity her.

“You could stand out in the rain,” Ian suggested, but only Adelaide registered the joke in his tone.

“Yeah, I’m good,” she said. She looked outside to see the rain falling harder than ever, making visibility almost zero.

With the lack of air conditioning in the powered down car, Adelaide started to sweat again. She shed her coat and reluctantly handed it off to Ian, who put it in the breast pocket of his leather jacket, which still sat on the seat beside him. It looked so small pinched between his fingers, but he handled it with care.

Adelaide didn’t like parting with it, since it was incredibly easy to lose, but she’d never experienced heat like this before. Even the concept of a jacket was too much to consider. Though it often got this hot in Texas, it was a dry heat. It was doable. Here, everything was sticky and miserable, so it had to go, at least for now.

Remembering her bag that was in the same pocket, Adelaide was about to ask for it back when something happened to make her freeze in her tracks. She was the first to feel it. A slight tremor shook the ground, taking the car with it. It registered deep in her bones, and as it grew, Alan and Ian felt it, too. She secured her hold on Ian’s shirt.

“Ian...” she trailed off, nerves shaking her voice. The hair on the back of her neck stood on end, and she had a very, very bad feeling.

“It’s alright,” he said quietly.

Adelaide saw something big moving in the distance, but suddenly, a smaller, dark figure approached their car at a rapid pace. As it got closer, they recognized it as Gennaro. Adelaide wasn’t sure what he was doing, but he was moving fast. When he got near the car, he still didn’t slow down, and before anybody could say anything, he bolted right past the car and into the bathroom. The tremors continued to grow.

“What does he think he’s doing?” Alan mused.

“When you gotta go, you gotta go,” Ian said.

Adelaide exhaled a small laugh at his attempt to lighten the mood, but she didn’t feel any better. They all turned their heads back around just in time to see the wires of the T-Rex enclosure snap. The tremors had Adelaide clinging on for dear life at this point, and out of the rain emerged the scariest dinosaur she’d ever seen. It was as big as a building, maybe even bigger, and had a row of pointed teeth that were over twice her size. Its menacing eyes searched the new terrain it had found itself in, looking for a meal.

And then it let out a horribly loud roar that forced Adelaide to cover her ears.

“Boy, do I hate being right all the time,” Ian said. She knew he was still trying to make light of the situation, but as the Tyrannosaur stomped in front of their car, its shadow passed over them and cast them in temporary darkness. Adelaide felt herself start to tremble. This was unlike any situation she’d been in before. She wasn’t just nervous, she was scared. She was terrified.

At least before, Ian was always there to protect her. And while he was with her now, even he was overpowered. If that Tyrannosaur wanted to kill them, it would have no problem doing so. To see something so big, so strong, that it could easily take down a Human Bean was horrifying.

The T-Rex roared again, louder. “Ian...” she said with more urgency this time, tapping repeatedly on his neck. Tears welled in her eyes. She wanted to go home. She wanted to be back in her nest in the walls. Hell, she’d even take sleeping on Ian’s bedside table right now.

Without a word, Ian gathered her into his hands and cupped her to his chest. She didn’t even mind the heat or the sweat that beaded on his palms. If Ian had Adelaide in his hands, nothing bad could happen.

“Keep absolutely still,” Alan said seriously. “Its vision’s based on movement.”

Adelaide tried to get her breathing under control, but it was no use. Ian, her rock, her calm in the storm – even his heart hammered heavily in his chest behind her.

These dinosaurs weren’t even a real thing in her head a couple hours ago. The brachiosaurus from when they first arrived on the island had been so far in the distance, so docile looking, it honestly could have been animatronic. Plus, Adelaide had plenty of other things on her mind at the time.

And sure, they passed by the Dilophosaur and Tyrannosaur enclosures a while ago, but those ones never showed up. It was hard to believe they were really real, that is, until the triceratops. The triceratops changed everything. Because Adelaide had seen and felt the animal, she knew without a doubt that these dinosaurs were real. They were tangible beings with minds and bodies, they breathed and moved and hunted and killed. This was real.

Adelaide was vaguely aware of Ian running his thumb down her back, trying to keep her calm but also keep himself calm. She was also mildly aware of lights going off somewhere outside and some faint screams in the background. Alan said something, Ian said something. There was a lot of crashing. Rain pounded on the roof. Adelaide was almost too scared to remove her hands from her ears. The dinosaur’s roar wasn’t just loud, it hurt.

Steeling herself, she climbed to the edge of Ian’s hands to see what was going on, but he lightly pushed her back down with his thumbs.

“It’s alright, Della. Just – just stay there,” he said. If Ian wouldn’t let her see, that meant something was very wrong. His hands remained tense and continued to sweat, but Adelaide didn’t fight it. She was too frightened. She closed her eyes and prayed for this to be over, prayed for somebody to come rescue them.

The sound of the rain got louder and clearer, so Adelaide assumed Alan opened the car door. Why he would do that, she wasn’t sure, but frankly she didn’t care right now.

“HEY!” she heard him shout.

The tremors picked up again, and Adelaide’s whole world shifted. Ian ushered her into one hand and got out of the car, probably prepared to make a run for it. Alan said not to move, but she trusted Ian with her life. If anyone could get them out of this, it was him. The rain intensified still, and she felt drops snake their way through the cracks in Ian’s grip, soaking her to the bone.

But he didn’t take off. Instead, she felt herself shifted around. Opening her eyes, Adelaide saw that Ian was shoving her into another hand, someone else’s hands, into Alan’s hands! He had a lit flare in the other hand and a wild look in his eyes. Rain plastered his dark hair to his forehead. His chest expanded and contracted rapidly.

Adelaide knew what was coming, and she tried to cling onto something, anything , to stay in Ian’s hands, but it was no use fighting a Bean. Especially one that was determined to keep her safe.

“Take Adelaide! Get the kids!” he ordered Alan with a tone of finality. He made eye contact with Adelaide one last time before he sprinted away, calling the dinosaur after him.

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imnotoverlyobsessive · 1 year ago

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Title of Your Sex Tape

Chapter Five: Soft Breath, Beating Heart

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Mayday, situation overload; I’m restless, obsessed with your future. And all my worries, they don’t bother you; collected, you render me useless.- All Time Low, For Baltimore

She fidgeted anxiously in the back seat of the rideshare Tim had called for her. They weren’t FaceTiming anymore, but they were texting, and god were the texts dirty.

How much longer, baby ? I feel like I’m going insane from wanting to touch you

Just a couple more mins

Can’t wait to see you again, I wanna kiss you so bad

I want to kiss you, too

Wanna see how hard I am for you ?

Lea bit her lip at that, shakily typing out her reply.

Yes please

A picture came through of Tim stroking himself, and she had to fight back a whimper.

Do you know why I’m like this, Lea ?

Because it’s your job?

Because I’m thinking about you. I’m thinking about what you taste like, the way you kiss me, the way you moan my name. I’m gonna make you cum so hard when you get here

Suddenly, the car pulled to a stop in front of the studio. “Here we are,” her driver said with a polite smile. “Have a good one.”

“Thanks, you too,” Lea told him shakily before stepping out and hurrying inside.

“Lea,” the director said in surprise when he saw her walk in the door. “Wasn’t expecting you today.”

“Oh, um… Tim asked me to come by, so…”

“Ah,” the director nodded. “That makes sense; I suspect he’s gotten a bit spoiled by all the attention you give him. In any case, he’s—“

At that exact moment, however, the man in question burst out of his dressing room and marched over towards her with purpose, nudity and all.

The director blinked in surprise, as did Susie, one of the other fluffers that Lea had become work friends with. Tim paid them no mind, however, simply grabbing Lea by the hand wordlessly and pulling her towards his dressing room.

“You’re still wearing the stockings,” he observed as they stepped inside.

“It’s still cold outside,” she pointed out.

Tim locked the door behind them and pulled her towards the couch. “It’s cold, but you’re wearing that tiny little fucking skirt?”

Lea flushed. “You seemed to like it, so…”

He laid down on the couch. “Damn right I like it. Take your panties off.”

Lea took her shoes and socks off, then her panties, her movements quick and aborted.

He stared at her for a moment before deciding, “Sweater and bra, too. I wanna see your tits.”

She obeyed this command hastily as well. “What about the skirt?”

“Nuh uh,” he smirked. “No, you leave the skirt and stockings on.”

“O— okay.”

He grabbed her by the waist and yanked her towards him. “Good girl. Now sit on my face.”

Lea’s eyes widened. “I didn’t think you were serious about that!”

“You bet your sexy ass I was,” he said impatiently. “Sit. On. My. Face.”

She did so, feeling very hesitant and very embarrassed at having him see her body so close up, but Tim just groaned at the sight of her, took her ass in his hands, and pulled her down to him so he could lap at her. Lea yelped in surprise, because he hadn’t teased her even a little; he’d just gone right into flicking his tongue over her clit.

He reached up with one hand to twist her nipple sharply, his other hand kneading her ass. She began to roll her hips, tilting her head back at the exquisite sensations he was bringing forth in her.

“That’s it, baby,” he growled, the sound somewhat muffled. “Ride my face like a good little slut.”

Lea fisted a hand in his curls, holding him against her as he tugged her nipple and swirled his tongue around her clit in fast little circles. She was getting close and it hadn’t even been that long.

“Fuck, fuck, oh god, Tim—“

“You’re gonna cum for me already, aren’t you?” he murmured, his breath hot on her sensitive clit.

Lea nodded jerkily, desperate for the release only he was capable of granting her. “You’re gonna make me cum, I’m gonna cum, fuck I want it so bad—“

“Then cum,” Tim ordered sharply before taking her clit between his lips and sucking.

Lea spasmed, her hips bucking against his face as he worked her through her orgasm.

Shockingly, by the time she came down and was situated next to him on the couch, she wasn’t sated. He was hard, stroking himself, and her mouth was watering. She wanted…

“Tim,” Lea started hesitantly, “would you mind if I… tried something?”

He smirked, brushing her hair from her eyes. “What do you wanna try, angel?”

Reaching out and tentatively wrapping her hand around his throbbing length, beginning to stroke him, she very quietly said, “What if instead of my hands, I used my mouth?”

He froze. “Would you like to do that?”

Flushing, she nodded. “If— if you don’t mind too much.”

“Don’t mind too much?” Tim scoffed in disbelief. “Do you have any idea how often I think about you sucking my cock?”

Leaning across the couch so she could examine him closer, she recalled how she’d been afraid of this once. Now, though, all she wanted was to taste him. To have him inside her.

“Will you teach me?”

“I’ll teach you anything you wanna know,” he murmured. When she climbed on the couch and kneeled in front of him, he groaned. “Fuck, you’re gorgeous like that, on your knees for me.”

She reached out and gripped him in her hand, brushing her lips over his tip in a soft kiss. “I want you to tell me what you like, Timothée. I want to please you.”

“I have a feeling anything you do will please me,” he confessed with a breathy chuckle. “But since you’re asking, why don’t you just start with your tongue?”

Lea hummed, considering this, and then licked his tip, tasting the fluid that had beaded there. He inhaled sharply, and she did it again, slower this time. He tasted… interesting. Salty and musky and most decidedly male. Curiously, she swirled her tongue around the head, watching his reaction closely.

“There you go, sweetheart,” he rasped. “Now just… take it in your mouth. Only as much as feels comfortable, okay?”

She hummed again, doing as she was told. He fisted a hand in her hair, tugging lightly, and the sting in her scalp was far more delicious than she’d have expected.

“Fuck,” he groaned, and she lifted her eyes to watch his face. He was looking down at her, his cheeks flushed and eyes lidded and dark. “Suck your cheeks in, baby.” She did so, and he moaned low in his throat. “Good girl, good girl, just—“ he cut himself off with a gasp when she swirled her tongue around the head curiously. Something had come out of the tip, and it was weirdly salty, but not unpleasant. “Move up and down on it,” he pleaded. “Fuck, Lea—“

Something about the way he was looking at her, the sounds he made… it sent sparks through her veins, and without much thought, she slid a hand between her legs and started to rub herself. She wasn’t as good as him, not nearly, but even so, she moaned around his length at the relief of her throbbing clit being touched.

“Baby,” he groaned. “Oh, fucking hell, Lea. Are you… are you touching yourself, sweetheart?”

She didn’t verbalize a response, instead moaning and sucking him more.

Tim groaned regretfully, pulling her off his dick and up into his lap so as to kiss her neck.

“Why’d you make me stop?” she whined, wishing she’d been allowed to continue.

“Seeing you get so horny from sucking my dick that you couldn’t help but rub your pretty little clit— that was gonna make me cum, Lea,” he explained. She pouted. “Not to worry,” he assured her with a soft chuckle against the skin of her throat. “I’ll fingerfuck you till you cum.”

He slipped his hand between her thighs then, picking up rubbing her clit where she’d left off, and she moaned loudly. She felt his smirk against her neck, and then he slid two fingers inside of her, curling them with each thrust.

Still sensitive from her orgasm before, she could already feel a second one building.

“F— fuck,” she stuttered out in a gasp. “Feels so good.”

“You’re gonna cum for me already, huh?” he observed with another chuckle. “Such a needy little thing, aren’t you?”

Lea whined, threading her fingers into his hair. “‘m gonna cum,” she gasped out as he rubbed her clit faster and faster. “Oh fuck, I’m gonna cum—“

“That’s it, baby,” he murmured, using his free hand to toy with her nipple. “So pretty when you fall apart. Cum for me, sweetheart. Lemme hear you moan my name.”

“Tim,” she moaned obediently. “F— fuck, I—“ She couldn’t finish her statement, because then she orgasmed with a gasp of his name.

He slowly removed his fingers from her, wrapping an arm around her and kissing her shoulder affectionately. She leaned against his chest, burying her face in the crook of his neck.

“D’you need me to…” she trailed off, mind in a daze.

He snorted. “No, Lea. I’m good.”

She yawned. “You sure?”

“Oh yeah,” he confirmed.

Just then, there was a knock at the door and a voice said he was needed on set. Tim stood, stretching his arms over his head.

“Look,” Tim addressed Lea, who had settled onto the couch, already laying down. “Why don’t you take a nap?” He grabbed a blanket and settled it over her. “I’ll be back in a few hours. Have some lunch after you wake up, okay?”

“Mmkay,” she mumbled, already half asleep.

Look I told you guys I don’t update consistently okay this is why I usually wait until after the fic is done to post

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