#I thought I had plausible deniability with how i said it. just a drop of maybe in ‘seems like you’ve got a thing for difficult breeds’

[ggidolsmuts]

Sin, Hormones, and the Starlet’s Boyfriend - Le Sserafim Yunjin, Somi

A/N: Apologies for the shit gif, I can’t figure out how to do this properly.

Yunjin exits from the bathroom, sighing. It's shark week for her soon, she can already feel the telltale signs. Her usually exuberant nature has slightly floundered and flagged, becoming more quiet, and noticing things that were not quite going her way. The other members recognize it too, and thankfully they are accommodating to her, not being nearly as loud around her today.

"Hey girl!" Not Somi though, Somi has one setting and that setting is taped on "full power".

"Hey Somi!" Yunjin smiles and waves in return. "How are you doing?"

"Doing good, doing good, thanks for doing the challenge for me!"

"Of course, same here!"

"You know, maybe we should do a collab sometime, I love the songs you wrote!" Somi gushes.

"You do? Really?"

"Of course!"

"Yeah... I mean yeah of course, we should totally collab!"

"Great, you should come by!"

"Sure, how about tomorrow?" Yunjin doesn't even pay attention to what she just said until it's too late. Why tomorrow? Her inner introvert curses herself.

"Ooh that sounds good, drop by my home studio, we can work on it before we put it in front of a producer, bring your guitar okay?"

"Ah yeah, that sounds great, see you then!"

Yunjin shows up the next day at Somi's place.

"Hey, come in, come in!"

"Whoa, nice place!"

"Thanks thanks, come, do you want some water?"

"Sure that works."

"Great, anyways, so I was thinking..." Somi talks animatedly, and Yunjin responds in kind—maybe this collab could really work! Before she knows it they've moved to Somi's room, playing around on her sound setup as Yunjin plays a few chords.

"Hey babe, dinner's ready— oh!" The two of them turn around to the unknown voice. "Hello?"

"Oh hey oppa, this is Yunjin."

"Yes, from Le Sserafim right? Nice to meet you."

"Ah yes, nice to meet you!" Yunjin quickly stands up to greet him. "And you are...?"

"Oh, just an oppa I know." Somi says casually, before putting a finger to her lips. Yunjin gets the gist immediately, and mouths "Boyfriend?" to Somi. But he answers for her.

"Yes I am her boyfriend."

"Yah we had plausible deniability!"

"Oh come on, she's not stupid. Ah yes, I am just the oppa who calls you 'babe'. Anyways dinner's ready, come out to eat."

"D-Dinner?" Yunjin checks her phone—time flew by a lot faster than she thought! "It's getting late, thanks for having me over Somi!"

"You should stay for dinner!"

"No no, I don't want to impose on you and your boyfriend."

"No it's fine, we like having company, we made more than enough, right oppa?" Somi shoots a look at him.

"I umm, I will, I guess?"

"Great!"

Somi drags Yunjin to the dinner table, where there are two prepared plates of delicious pasta waiting.

"Oh, he's already made it for you two, I really should—"

"No no, sit." Somi firmly pushes Yunjin into a chair. "He can make more."

"Yep, you two go ahead, I'll just be a sec."

"What does he do? I don't think I recognize him." Yunjin asks, noting his tightly fitted shirt.

"Yeah, he's not a celebrity, just an office worker at a chaebol, you know the type." In her opinion he could certainly pass for a celebrity—good looking and fit, where did Somi even find someone like that? And where's hers? Slowly Yunjin teases out the details of how Somi met him, and she envies Somi's luck.

"Hey Yunjin," he calls out to her. "Do you like penne or fettucine?" He holds out two bags of pasta for her to choose.

"Uhh, penne's good."

"Great, coming right up." He turns away from her, and she watches him roll up his sleeves—the simple act sends a sinful thrill through Yunjin's body. Fuck, no office worker looks like that. She turns back to find Somi typing away at her phone, and Yunjin gets on her phone, not really looking at it, just trying to distract herself from thoughts of him. He's good looking, he cooks, he has a stable job, his forearms are muscular, like he could really finger—

I wish for what's for—

Yunjin shakes her head vigorously. Stop! she tells herself. He's Somi's boyfriend!

"Why the fuck does he have to be so hot?"

"Sorry?" Yunjin's blood goes cold as she hears him right next to her, a plate of pasta in his hands. Oh god did she just say her thoughts out loud?

"Ah? Umm I, umm, just the weather I mean, it's been so hot the past few days."

"Oh yeah, tell me about it, I still have to dress up for work too, ugh. Here you go." He puts the plate in front of her, and it smells delicious. Damn it, not only does he cook, he cooks well!

"T-Thanks." Yunjin quickly digs into the pasta, her face flushed. She almost jumps out of the chair when she feels a foot tap her knee under the table. Somi has been sitting across from her the whole time, and now she's looking quizzically at Yunjin. Suddenly she feels the weight of guilt, of even thinking about Somi's boyfriend like that, what does she even say to Somi?

"I, I have to use the washroom! Be right back!" Yunjin yelps before quickly dashing for the toilet. A dread fills her as Somi gets up too.

"Sure, let me show you where it is." Somi grabs Yunjin by the elbow, steering her down the hallway and into her bedroom instead of the bathroom. "What was that?" she asks, and Yunjin knows there's no getting out of it.

"I'm so sorry Somi, I didn't mean it, it just came out!" Yunjin presses her hands together, begging for forgiveness. "I would never do a thing!"

"You think he's hot?" Yunjin turns red but stays silent, but Somi doesn’t let it slide. "Answer me."

"I... yes. I'm sorry Somi!"

"Why are you sorry? Hah I mean I think he's hot too, it's part of the package, and his package is—" Somi shakes her head. "Anyways, what's going on, where's this coming from?"

"Sorry, it's just one of those times, you know—"

"You are hormonal and you're horny." Yunjin's shocked at how simply Somi puts it, but she can't bring herself to deny it. "You're not seeing anyone?" Yunjin shakes her head. "Tch, of course not, you're in a new girl group."

"I'm so sorry, I'll leave right away after dinner, or if you want I can leave right now, I'll make something up."

"No, stay. Do you want to fuck him?"

"No Somi he's your boyfriend, I can't—"

"Not can't, do you want to? If you don't say no I'm treating that as a yes."

Yunjin opens her mouth, but no sounds come out other than some weird croak. Somi smirks, suppressing a laugh.

"That's settled then, stay after dinner, tell your members you'll be late home tonight. I'll make it happen." Yunjin lets herself get shown to the bathroom, and she sighs as she looks herself in the mirror. Is she really going to fuck Somi's boyfriend? That's not like her!

But you didn't say no. The little voice in her head tells her, and her abdomen is already getting warm. Somi was talking about his package, how big is it, and maybe his arms are muscular from carrying her around— Yunjin shakes her head to clear her fantasies, but no, it's too late, she's already getting wet. Yunjin groans and tries to focus on other thoughts—she sees two toothbrushes on the counter, guess he really does live here too, do they fuck in her bedroom, maybe in this bathroom too?

Oh my god! Yunjin shouts internally before splashing water on her face. She needed to cooldown, to just go out there and eat her fucking pasta.

And pray she doesn't soak through her panties.

"Everything okay? You and Somi were gone for a long time." You ask as Yunjin returns from the bathroom, face slightly red and... wet? "You have some water on your face."

"Oh you know oppa, girl talk," Somi quips.

"Yeah, just tired, had to wake myself up." Yunjin corroborates. You offer to make her coffee, but she declines. You shrug and continue finishing your dinner. You can't help but wonder what went on as Somi tries to engage Yunjin in small talk, but her friend is strangely reticent.

"Thanks for the delicious dinner oppa, we'll be working in my room okay?" Somi pecks you on the cheek before pulling Yunjin from her seat.

"T-Thank you!" Yunjin bows deeply.

"Sure not at all, no need to be so polite." You chuckle and smile, but Yunjin only blushes deeper. You try to catch Somi's gaze, wanting to ask if Yunjin's okay, but your girlfriend ignores you, dragging her back to the room instead.

"S-Somi, are you really okay with this?"

"Yeah it's not a huge deal, better for me too, there are times when I can't keep up with him."

"What do you— Oh." Yunjin realizes what she means, and her desires that she managed to keep in check for the rest of dinner begin leaking out as she squirms.

"He's very... passionate, for lack of a better word. He comes back from work, and the first thing he does is jump me, do you know how many recordings I've had to delete because he just scoops me up and I can't even turn off the mic?"

"Oh, umm no..." No, Yunjin didn't know, but now she wishes Somi kept those recordings. "S-Sounds troublesome."

"Speaking of troublesome, the clean up, oh my god, he just explodes in you— Oops, sorry, I shouldn't tease you should I? Poor you, you must be so on edge." Somi stops, seeing Yunjin rubbing her thighs together.

"You don't have condoms, do you?"

"I think we do, but..." Somi checks her usual drawer. "Ah sorry, we must have used the last few over the weekend. Don't worry, he's good at pulling out, just tell him."

"O-Okay, that's fine." Yunjin answers quietly. The last few? Just how much sex do they have? And am I really doing this? She can still pull out— Yunjin shakes her head again, bad choice of words.

"I'll go talk to him then okay? Just give us a couple of minutes." Yunjin nods silently, not trusting herself to speak as Somi exits the room. Should she just get up and leave, just make up some excuse? She can just take care of herself back in the dorms.

I wish for what's— It's not forbidden if Somi allows it right? Right? Right?

Yunjin stays seated, silently pulling off her socks. Even that friction makes her wetter.

"Hey oppa, let me take over the dishes." You feel Somi's hands wrap around you from behind, and you dry your own hands on the towel before grabbing her own.

"Oh? You're going to do the dishes for once?"

"What do you mean for once! I always do the dishes!"

"Yes, when I have like one plate left you take over."

"Tsch fine, no, I was thinking you could do something else for me." Somi presses herself more tightly into your back, making sure you feel her generous chest properly. Her hand drifts from your waist to your slacks, undoing the button.

"Yah, isn't Yunjin still here? It's one thing to have the relationship found out, it's another to just be openly doing this while she's here!" you hiss as Somi snakes a hand into your boxers, stroking you slowly to stiffness. Despite your words you reach behind and easily find Somi's ass, squeezing her through her shorts.

"Mmm yes, squeeze it, it's gonna feel so good for Yunjin too." You squeeze Somi firmly before stopping.

"What?"

"I think my new friend in the room needs some help with guys."

"I'm sure she can find someone, she's an idol."

"Oh I meant now, like within 5 minutes. She looks like she could use a good fuck, she's been on edge since she saw you." You resume squeezing Somi's ass from behind as you process her words and pretend to "clean" the last plate.

"I see, and you want me to do the honors?"

"Well, it's clear to me she wants you to do the honors, and I could do with a break tonight."

"You say that like you're not going to come watch, and then join in."

Unbeknownst to you and Somi, Yunjin has quietly opened the door, just to see what's going on. She sees Somi hugging you from behind, but with the faucet running she can't hear you and Somi talk. What she can tell is the content of your conversation, her eyes widening as your hand drifts to Somi's ass, firmly groping her.

"Fuck..." she breathes quietly. When was the last time she was grabbed like that, when has she ever been grabbed like that? Any second thoughts about leaving are dashed—she can't pretend to leave now, otherwise it would be "catching" them in the act and make things even more awkward. Her gaze is glued to his hand, finally letting go of Somi before turning off the running water, and hurriedly Yunjin sneaks back to the room. She hears some whispers, and then a small laugh, and then footsteps.

"Hey."

"Hey..." Yunjin stands up and greets you quietly. You spot her socks strewn on the floor.

"So... Somi wants me to do whatever you want."

"I..." She's distracted by you already unbuttoning your shirt, getting flustered. You leave your shirt open and place her hands on it—it is for Yunjin to take off. Her hands tremble in yours, but she doesn't shy away, pulling it down your shoulders and off your arms. Her eyes trail down your body, and they widen as they land on your taut slacks. Yunjin bites her lower lip, and then licks her bitemark.

"Would you like me to treat you like Somi?" Your words jolt Yunjin out of her trance. I wish for what's forbidden...

I am so going to hell.

Yunjin nods, and you immediately pull her in tightly. She lets out something between a whimper and moan as you grab her firm butt—now she's being treated like Somi!

"Oh shit, oh..." she gasps as pleasure floods her body, every knead of your hand seeming to turn her on even more. You leave measured nips on her neck—light enough to not leave a mark, firm enough to not be ignored. Yunjin turns to face you, and she lets you suck on her lower lip, tugging it before letting go and hungrily pressing your lips on hers instead. Yunjin jumps when her hands land on your skin, as if she forgot she had her own hands. She makes up for lost time, hungrily roaming your back and arms, feeling your muscles.

"Y-You do this with Somi?" she gasps as you bring her down to the bed.

"Oh I do a lot more with Somi." Yunjin exhales delightfully when she feels your hand slip under her top, brushing and admiring her abs, abs that she was proud of. But pride goes before the fall, and Yunjin let's out a soft mewl as your hand falls past her abs, teasing her and landing on a creamy thigh. Yunjin is toned and tight in all the right places, and you give her the most sinful of massages, pressing into her thighs, a firm thumb making it's way up her leg.

"M-More." Yunjin's surprised with herself—somehow she hasn't covered her thighs in slick yet with how hot she's feeling right now. At your nudging she takes off her top, and you kiss the slight dip in her petite chest, making her suck a breath in—fuck she needs this! Her hips push off the bed willingly as you slip a hand beneath her shorts. You play with Yunjin over her panties, letting her soak them. She whines and groans before eventually grabbing your arm. Just feeling your muscles makes her want it, and Yunjin begins to speak her desires.

"Finger me." She has no time to react or prepare herself, and a loud cry is the result. Yunjin immediately feels stuffed—that can't be just your finger! Her head spins as you wiggle and curl the finger inside her, her walls resisting your efforts to open her up. One more finger is added, and Yunjin's mouth drops open, much like you are opening her up below.

Fuck! Her thoughts shout as you begin moving, and Yunjin can almost feel your fingerprints in her, pressing against her tense muscles, massaging her from the inside. Her own fingers are nowhere near as thick, and you have two in her! You make sure you are a knuckledragger inside her, curling and pumping her slowly, multiple points of pleasure firing off in her brain as you twist and scissor and push. You turn Yunjin into a mouth-breathing knuckledragger—she's drooling onto the bed, her knuckles grinding on the sheets as she twists and grabs what she can.

"N-No more!" She begs when you touch her entrance with a third finger.

"You can do it." Her pupils are dilated, and her breathing hastens as you slowly push in. Yunjin's mind seems so far away from herself as the pressure inside her compresses her senses, slowing her thoughts down, shrinking the area of her body she needs to feel.

No it's too much, so big, so— "So fucking good!" Yunjin squeals her own disagreement with herself loudly. It is not too much, it is fucking perfect the way your three fingers fuck her—three sparks go down her spine with every push of your hand. She grabs your forearm, feeling the muscles flex as you start pumping them inside her over and over. Her legs spread even more lewdly for you, urging you to get deeper with every moan.

"D-Deeper, more! Please more!" I need this, I'm so close! You can hear Yunjin's thoughts from her pussy, each clench and squelch a prayer for you to make her cum. She moans and throws her head back when you add a fourth finger—not inside her, but on her clit.

"Fuuuuuuuuuck~" Somi's cheeks are red as she listens to Yunjin cry out from her bedroom. There's no doubt you're making her cum, and her hands drift down her body as she remembers what you like to do to her. She wonders if Yunjin can handle it.

"Fuck me! Fuck! Mmm... Oh yes!" Yunjin hushed moans fill the room as she buries her face in the covers, trying not to be embarrassingly loud—she's back to her exuberant self, voicing her pleasure freely. She jerks when you find her g-spot, pressing on it with each finger in sequence. It becomes too much, she's burning white hot, her vision going dark. 

"S-Stop, stop! Enough." All of the non-pleasurable sensations rush back at once when your fingers withdraw—stickiness between her legs, sweat on her hair, her legs suddenly sore from being taut for too long—all berating her.

Why the fuck did you tell him to stop?! Yunjin ignores her body's complaints, focusing on a deeper hunger. You already know what she wants as she kicks off her shorts and underwear, and you begin undoing your slacks, your eyes devouring Yunjin just like she's undressing you with her gaze.

"I want you to fuck me like Somi."

"The intimate way or the rough way?" You laugh at her confused expression, like you have truly stumped her.

"There's more than one way?"

"What did you have in mind?"

"I assumed you would just, you know, pound her into the bed, rail her from behind, pull on her hair—" Yunjin pauses when she realizes she's just telling you everything she imagines you and Somi do.

"Well, that's the rough way, I guess."

"What's the intimate way then?"

"Slower, I definitely don't pull her hair, more kisses, a longer session." Fuck yes! Yunjin's hormones rage through her—that's exactly what she wants right now.

"Let's go with that then."

"Sure." You toss off your slacks, and a thrill goes through Yunjin's body as she sees the much more defined outline of your shaft. She lets you roll her over, so that she's prone on the bed, and suddenly the room is dark.

"Mmph!" You're kissing her needily, and her entire body is hot again. She quickly realizes why—you've thrown the covers over both of them, like a couple enjoying a playful night together. She trembles, your hands running down her bare shoulders sending goosebumps up her neck. You leave her for a moment to remove your boxers, and already Yunjin misses your touch. She freezes when you're on top of her, when she realizes your shaft is rubbing at her pussy lips. She's secretly glad you put three fingers in her—there's no way she can take you otherwise! She also remembers something important.

"W-Wait, I'm not safe today. If you cum in me, I might get pregnant."

"You will," you mutter in her ear, and you swear your cock got slicker from rubbing against her pussy. Yunjin looks at you steadily, and you hold her gaze, waiting for her to tell you what she wants. Her expression wavers, your slight movements against her grinding away her common sense, and all she does is turn away from you, burying her face in the pillow. That's all you need from Yunjin.

"Ah..." you groan as you sink into unfamiliar territory, and it is mirrored by a loud muffled moan from Yunjin. She definitely feels a large part of why Somi likes you. "Fuck Yunjin, so tight." She once again can only manage a muffled whine. As she's adjusting around you Yunjin is thrown off by your soft laugh, and even that mere vibration sends sparks through her.

"What?"

"Let's make sure we're equally naked hmm?" Yunjin turns red as she realizes what you mean—throughout all of this, she still had her bra on! You expertly unhook her bra and pull it off her.

"S-Sorry, I know it's not as big as Somi..." she mumbles, gasping as you reach around to fondle her.

"Don't be sorry, I'll let you in on a secret." Yunjin looks at you quizzically. Does he not like Somi's tits? Does he prefer mine? Even if they're smaller? Really? Really?! Unknowingly you dash Yunjin's hopes, but you don't think she minds.

"Guys won't care when they're balls deep in you." You thrust down sharply, burying yourself fully in Yunjin's prone body. You tighten your grip on Yunjin's chest, pulling her up towards you a little as you press your chest down on her back. You groan and grunt into her neck, reveling in her tight wetness, feeling Yunjin clench and gasp around you as your tip touches her cervix. 

"Fucking hell Yunjin, I'm right."

"W-What?" she says dreamily, suffocating under the pressure of your body on top of and inside her.

"If I cum in you, you will get pregnant." You whisper in her ear, driving the point home with another deep thrust into her creamy wetness. Yunjin was well aware, and now you know it too—she's ovulating and horny, her hips subtly pushing against you. Pinned and squirming beneath you, Yunjin has never been in a more vulnerable state, her idol career in a precarious position.

Yet she says nothing, choosing to shut you up with a needy kiss, her hand squeezing your hand on her breast, urging you to keep going. You do as she wants.

"Oh fuck!"

Somi sneaks into the room, finding no one immediately. But the moving lump under the covers is not fooling anyone, that and the muffled moans and grunts coming from it. She takes a seat opposite the bed, watching the two pairs of feet do the four feet tango. Just watching those feet is enough to get Somi to slide off her shorts—the smaller pair stay taut together, toes curling and uncurling as they lightly bounce on the bed. The larger pair of feet around them are more spread, pressed into the bed for leverage. Her fingers drift down between her legs, her lazy strokes mimicking the curl of Yunjin's toes—Somi wasn't looking to get herself off just yet.

"More, right there!" At Yunjin's prompting your legs clamp around her slender legs, lifting her feet under yours. Your hips slam against her toned butt, the light smacking sounds of flesh on flesh filling the covers. The smell of sweaty sex snuffs out all of Yunjin's coherent thoughts, your cock driving down on her g-spot sending wild signals through her body. The talkative and loud idol is reduced to a keening and groaning mess.

"Oh fuck..." Yunjin rasps before falling, dropping her head into the pillow before crying out loudly, each wave of pleasure forcing a wail from her. Her entire body is taut beneath you, small tits and toned cheeks shaking and quivering as she clenches around your cock. For a few brief moments Yunjin blanks out, her mind painted over with orgasmic bliss. And then it is over quickly, and she sags into the bed, her breathing labored and hoarse, like she's danced the hardest choreo in her life.

Things would get harder still, and Yunjin finds herself rolled on her side, a leg lifted as you press against her sweaty back. She shuts her eyes at the sudden brightness, blinded by you throwing the covers off—it was getting just a little too hot. You spot Somi at the foot of the bed, and she just does a shooing motion at you, mouthing "Keep going!" while the other hand does small slow circles between her legs. You raise Yunjin's leg just a little higher to give Somi a better view.

"Mmh! Shit! Fuck! Oh my god!" Yunjin's mouth spews foul curses as you literally fuck her sideways, plunging into her slick tightness and going deep on every thrust. You cup a breast, lightly pinching a nipple, and Yunjin croons to the sky. "Yes yes yes!"

I'm going to cum again, he's making me cum again already! Yunjin reels from the pleasure, her own hand drifting to her clit, just a little bit more, just one more touch...

"Nngh!" You grunt, pushing deep into Yunjin and holding yourself there. You throb like mad inside her, but Yunjin's ascent to climax is brought to an abrupt halt.

"D-Did you cum?" she asks confusedly. No, I was so close!

"Very close," you grit your teeth and try to ignore her clenching around you. "Last chance." Yunjin realizes what you mean—you could still pull out, cum on her thighs, or she could offer her face for you, or her mouth. As she looks down her body she finally sees Somi, but she's too aroused to be embarrassed about being watched. Rather, her thoughts go back to what Somi said earlier.

"Speaking of troublesome, oh my god he just explodes in you."

I wish for what's forbidden.

Yunjin hurries to grab your arm, feeling you begin to pull away from her.

"No don't. C-cum in me, do it in me, I want all of it." Her breath catches as a third leg rubs against her calf, teasing her.

"You heard her babe, go ahead and cum, let her feel what you make me feel." Somi's up on the bed beside you, and judging by how her breasts and stiff tips press delightfully against your back, she's naked as well. The angel and the devil—Who’s who? You wonder—are each in an ear, both urging you to sin, urging you to lead Yunjin into sin. 

You find Yunjin's neck, taking a harsh suck on her flawless skin—your bite of the forbidden fruit. Your hands go to her hips, and now you're pulling back on her, getting as deep as you can in her. You adjust your angle on every thrust, trying to find the perfect connection, you find it on the fourth try; that, or the pleasure simply becomes too great. Your tip presses against her cervix, and Yunjin seems to arch back a little, opening herself more, and the slight grip on your tip electrifies you.

I'm a—

The first explosion mess makes Yunjin gasp, the sudden warmth filling her womb. The second explosion mess makes her choke on her breath, the thickness and volume of your potent load overwhelming. The third explosion mess triggers her orgasm, as her body reacts primitively to the sensation, wanting to milk you for everything, to contain every fragment of the explosion inside her. Somi helps both of you out, a finger on Yunjin's clit and a hand on your balls, making sure you pour of it into her. She delights when her job is done correctly, a stream of cum leaking out of the connection and onto her thigh. Each rutting thrust from you makes a little more leak out, but you're still sending more into her.

Your grip weakens eventually, and you have to drop Yunjin's leg. But there's no hiding the mess between her legs—Yunjin's been properly mated. You let her roll on her back, and your load is a slow moving flood out of her. She covers her eyes with an arm, a mess and finally in de-stress.

"You okay?" Somi asks.

"Yeah, that was amazing, just... Just give me a moment." Yunjin's ferally satisfied lizard brain ponders what just happened; She just asked Somi to let you fuck her, then she had you cum in her, and she definitely needs a morning after pill now, but she doesn't regret anything at all—it was exactly what she needed.

After all that, Yunjin still blushes when she uncovers her eyes again—Somi's cleaning your cock with her mouth.

"I knew you would want to join in." You quip, running your hand through Somi's hair.

"Hurry up and get hard again."

"Bend over and I will be."

"Typical." Somi fires you a glare, but she does as you say, getting on all fours next to Yunjin. "Was he good?"

"Yeah, it was great. Thanks. Do you want me to—" Yunjin makes to get up, as if to give you two privacy, but Somi stops her.

"No it's fine, besides, I already saw you two, only fair that you get to watch."

"Yeah, I can show you the rough way Yunjin," you offer with a smirk, punctuating it with a sharp thrust into Somi.

"Ah! Fucking give it to me oppa!" Yunjin's entranced by Somi's expression, her white teeth gleaming in a near-maniacal smile even as her brow furrows slightly on every thrust. You did not start off gentle with Somi at all, and if you were getting all the way deep with Yunjin, surely you're smashing into Somi right now? Part of her shudders at the thought of how that would feel; the other part of her gets aroused again. 

She's inches from Somi's face, watching the blonde's mouth drop open, moaning freely at your rough treatment. Somi's face slackens, then her eyes shut tight, her tense body not hiding the jiggle of her breasts as you continue to thump into her. In one instant Somi's eyes snap open, and Yunjin's gazing straight into her hazelnut eyes. In the next instant Somi grabs Yunjin and kisses her.

"Nnnghmmmmm!" Somi screams into Yunjin's mouth, her tongue thrashing inside Yunjin as you drive her to a pent-up orgasm. Yunjin feels the rawness of Somi's orgasm, and she leans into the kiss, a hand on her jaw, and soon she's lost in a makeout session, their teeth slightly knocking as you keep the pacing up, pumping Somi through her orgasm. Fresh from her climax Somi is extra into it, and she drifts her own fingers down Yunjin, plunging unhesitatingly into her creamy core.

"Mmm!" Yunjin squeals in surprise, and Somi stops to look at her, biting a lip to stifle her moan a little. Yunjin blushes and nods, and soon her nails are digging into the sheets, curling like Somi's long fingers are doing inside her.

"You can grab her, you know." You put a hand on Somi's scalp and tug, opening her throat to let out loud hearty cries. Yunjin whines when Somi cums again, the busty blonde's fingers quivering and jerking inside of her own pussy. She's a little envious as she watches Somi's tits bounce and jiggle, and without thinking Yunjin reaches out for one globe, squeezing it and marveling at the softness.

"Oh fuck, yes Yunjin, squeeze me!" Somi's lips find Yunjin again, and soon they are moaning against each other. Each thrust you put into Somi shoves her fingers deeper into Yunjin, who in return gropes Somi even harder, her fingers digging into Somi's soft flesh instead of the sheets.

"Fuck, he's so deep!" Somi groans, and Yunjin nods and kisses her again. She knows exactly what Somi means, having just felt that minutes ago, and she lets Somi whine and whimper into her. That is, until you pull on Somi's hair again.

"I can't hear you babe."

"You're too deep fuck! Are you trying to knock me up too? Ah! We only have one morning after pill left, are you going to— Fuck! Decide who's going to take it?" You lean over and grab Somi's other breast, squeezing it alongside Yunjin. It makes Somi whine even louder.

"Depends, which of you is going to cum first?"

Yunjin let's out a surprised moan as Somi starts moving her fingers actively, as if determined to make Yunjin peak first. But she recovers quickly and begins playing with Somi's nipples, pinching and twisting them to produce harsh gasps. You inevitably speed up as you near your own peak, and the ending is a real photo finish.

"Nooooo! Hnnngh!" Somi grunts, peaking when Yunjin scratches a nail across her clit, and the sudden increase in pressure pulls you over the line. Your load bursts from your tip and splatters inside Somi, and the sight of you bent over your girlfriend, growling and no doubt filling her just like you had filled her earlier sends Yunjin over the top, throwing her head back and trapping Somi's hand between her legs, contracting around the fingers mindlessly rubbing on her g-spot. The three of you collapse in a heap, and you quickly roll to the side, catching your breath after two vigorous rounds with the two beauties.

Yunjin finds herself face-to-face with a flushed and satisfied Somi, and tentatively she slips a finger into her friend, feeling how tight and creamy she is, filled with your load.

"Don't... My cum..." Somi sighs, and Yunjin pulls her fingers out just as Somi does the same from her. Their fingers are both coated in your cream, and their thoughts are on the same possessive post-coital wavelength.

My cum now. A soft sigh escapes both of them as they finger themselves, cleaning their digits with their slick. Of course, their juices don't clean it off fully, so when they proceed to finger each other again, trying to get more of your cum from one another, your seed just mixes inside them. They continue swapping cum from pussy to pussy, a collab of the filthiest kind, until the erotic haze of sex and sin finally dissipates, and you're left with two blushing idols. It's a miracle that you don't get a third wind, but you truly had nothing left to give.

"Wow, I... I can't believe I did that." Yunjin voices her thoughts out loud.

"Did it feel good?"

"Yeah, but—"

"That's all that matters then, sometimes you need to cut loose from being an idol, and take care of yourself. You're welcome to use the shower if you want."

"Right, thanks." Yunjin quickly shuffles off to the shower, leaving you to cuddle Somi in bed.

"So you did join us hmm?" You peck Somi on the nose, and she giggles and kisses your chin.

"I'm surprised you didn't get hard again, I don't know what that was at the end but fuck it was hot."

"It was, but I'm all tapped out."

"Yunjin drained you that much huh?"

"Don't get jealous on me now, you wanted me to fuck her. Something about you taking a break for tonight, hmm?" You appease Somi by grabbing her some tissue to help clean herself.

"Fine, you get off easy this time."

Yunjin gets out of the bathroom fully dressed, hair tousled and lightly made up. A pang of envy goes through her as she sees you two cuddling together—maybe she too could have that one day, but not right now.

"Thanks for letting me use your shower."

"Of course. Oh wait one sec." Somi jumps out from the covers, thankfully covered in your oversized shirt, and quickly ducks into the bathroom. She comes back with a pill for Yunjin. "Here, you should take it."

"Y-You said there was only one, won't you get... pregnant?"

"It was a joke,” Somi presents her own identical pill to Yunjin. She leans in to whisper. “It makes him go a little harder, he thinks I don't know it, but he gets off on that super hard."

"Oh... okay, thanks then." Yunjin blushes at Somi discussing your kink so freely. The two of them walk out of the bedroom arm in arm, and Somi gets each of them a glass of water before downing the pills.

"There, like nothing ever happened." Somi fires Yunjin a glance, her intention clear—this never happened.

"Right, yes." Yunjin pauses as she walks to the door. "What about the collab?"

"Well, we've already worked together on oppa, I guess we can work on a song too." Somi jokes crudely, but her smile is kind. "I'll let you know?"

"Sure, thanks Somi!"

Back at the dorm Yunjin dodges many questions, most of all why did she need to shower at Somi's place, but she manages to explain it away as a bad kimchi stew spill. As Yunjin sinks back into her bed though she can't help but think of what just happened. How she already wants it again.

I need what's forbidden... I am so fucked.

She turns her head into her pillow and moans.

A/N: Welp, that was a smut alright. I will say, surprisingly Le Sserafim’s song lyrics lend a lot to inspiring fics, I guess that’s a good thing? I tried to do a play on their title name for the title of this fic, but eh, not my best effort there. Anyways, I really like the song, especially when they had that first verse in their MMA show, that Hydra performance is sick. Thanks for reading!

[crystalrabbit246912]

The Start Of Everything

Hi guys!

I've decided to start a series about the Twisted Wonderland Hero and Villain AU I came up with a few days ago. I'll try to do weekly updates every Sunday, but we'll see if I can keep up with that schedule. This is Part 1.

Word Count: 903 words

Trigger Warnings: Mild Swearing, Mentions of Blood and Burns

I hope you enjoy!

~ Crystal

Yuu was walking home one night, exhausted from a full twelve-hour shift, when they heard a clang coming from one of the alleyways. Cautiously, they approached, palming the small knife that they carried in their pocket at all times.

Ace had teased them about their paranoia before, but it seemed warranted considered the area that they lived in and the number of times that they had gotten mugged before.

Thankfully, one of the vigilantes- they still couldn't believe how many of them there were-, Trickery, Blue, Wolf, Poison Apple, or Fae managed to save them. Sometimes, they had heard them being called by color names like Red, Orange, et cetera, but they, along with the media, called them those names, so they went with those names.

They were also pretty sure that there was another one of them running communications between them called Wisp, but they weren't sure on that part.

Something in them caught at the thought of Ace along with the vigilantes. There were exactly as many vigilantes as the number of friends that Ace had introduced them to, but they were too tired to deal with it.

Plausible deniability and all that.

Besides, they found it hard to believe that Ace would willingly give up his beauty sleep to go and save random people out on the streets who were usually too terrified to say thank-you. They could believe that the other's wanted to jump into fights and save people from being mugged, but not Ace.

Others would find it hard to believe that the idiots that they knew could be the stealthy and feared vigilantes of Twisted Wonderland, not when they had seen Deuce somehow manage to trip over nothing, knock over a lamp, cut his hand on the lamp, and then scream for help whilst the others did nothing but watch, but they had always believed that heroes and villains were people.

They may have powers, they may be able to set things on fire or cut off other people's powers or fight back with their magic, but they were still people.

They had told Ace that once, and while they were usually given incredulous looks protested 'But they're heroes/villains! They're so different to us!', he had just given them a long look that they couldn't decipher then said that he agreed with them.

But back to the alleyway. They ducked into it carefully, looking around for a threat, but they found nothing other than a small street cat with dark gray fur shivering under a fallen trash can lid that had likely made the noise.

They stared at the skinny cat for a long moment, before sighing and pinching the bridge of their nose.

Damn my bleeding heart.

With another, heavier sigh, they reached out and scooped the cat up, watching it struggle in their arms. It began lashing out, claws and teeth tearing at their arms and causing blood to pour out of the scratches, but they held on tight and gritted their teeth against the pain.

I really am too soft for my own good.

They managed to get the cat to their apartment without alerting someone somehow, despite the yowls and hisses that the cat made. They unlocked the door with a struggle, before dropping the cat off and going to find some bandages for their arms, along with some food for the cat.

Speaking of which, they couldn't really keep calling it the cat. Mentally, they grabbed the first word that they thought of that could be a viable pet name, and dubbed the cat Grim.

Poor guy.

Oh well, they were too tired to think of another name.

After feeding the cat and collapsing on their bed to pass out for a couple of hours before they had to get to class, they woke up to a thunderstorm and lightning crackling across the sky. They stared up at the sky for a moment with absolutely dead eyes from the idea of having to walk through the pouring rain to get to campus, not to mention keeping their books from being soaked, they looked down to find that Dragon and Cheshire were in a fight and that the storm was likely because of that.

Great.

They day passed in a haze of pure tiredness, and they could think of nothing more than to get home and sleep some more. They didn't even know if they had eaten anything yet, but they didn't know if they could stomach some food with how exhausted and nauseous they were currently feeling.

Aside from a comment from Ace about how they seemed more tired than usual, which they quickly brushed off, they kept going through their classes and no one seemed to notice that a thing was different about them.

And, once again, on their way home, there was yet again, another crash in another alleyway. This time, it sounded bigger than a cat, so they grabbed their knife again- they didn't even know if they had ever or were capable of using it, but it made them feel better so... placebo effect- and once again, headed straight toward the noise.

Stars, this wasn't a smart choice.

They peered into the alley, and inside was a bleeding and burned Dragon, as in, one of the heads of the Night Ravens, the infamous villain group, and the strongest and most feared member among them.

Oh, for fuck's sake.

[thegoldencontracts]

Octopus-Lover

You know what? I know it's not very popular here, but here's a jeiazu fic. 1.1k words. If you like this ship, PLEASE lmk I've seen literally one other active person on tumblr who likes this ship please please please it's literally my otpp agjhgjerkgad

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Jade had always enjoyed eating octopus. Azul knew that. The man also ate octopus in front of him for the sake of watching him squirm, but Azul had long grown used to that.

And yet, suddenly, he couldn't help but feel so- flustered whenever Jade ate octopus. It was irrational, he knew that. But that didn't stop his mind from running.

What if he was in the position of the octopus being eaten? Would Jade look upon him with such excitement, such longing?

Perhaps it was due to their newfound relationship. On second thought, that was definitely the reason. Now that the concept of kissing was on the table, Azul couldn't help but be enamored by it. Like a maiden in love. How foolish.

There he was sitting across from Jade in the VIP room, desperately attempting to suppress the blush threatening to bloom across his face while Jade was busy drooling over a fried tentacle he'd received from Floyd.

"That perfect, solidly crispy exterior," Jade said, turning over the fried tentacle. "And then, the moment one takes a bite, the soft, delightfully squishy interior is revealed."

That sounded exactly like some odd commentary Jade would make about his personality! How exactly did the man expect Azul to retain his composure?

"I-If you're going to spend all day talking about the delectable nature of fried octopus, at least have the decency to do it away from me." Azul cursed himself for stuttering. 

Jade laughed.

"You seem more cross than usual about my favorite food, Azul," he said. "Perhaps you're jealous of the fried tentacle? No need for that, I assure you."

How was the theory that Azul was jealous of food less mortifying than the truth?

"Of course not," Azul said with a roll of his eyes.

He had to get back to work, to focus, but he couldn't. Here he was, his work ethic incapacitated by none other than a tentacle.

Jade seemed to be taking notice.

"Really, though," he asked. " What seems to be causing your troubles?"

Azul sighed, looking intently at the contract sitting before him. It was so fascinating, really.

"Nothing."

It was clipped, stern, in a way that said 'Drop this conversation at once.'

But Jade, of course, didn't heed the warning. He never did. He hadn't when it was Azul threatening to ink him if he didn't leave, and he certainly wouldn't now. Because Jade had a penchant for worming his way through Azul's defenses, for ensuring that those warnings were never acted upon. Because Jade was irritatingly obstinate.

Oh, how Azul loved him. 

"It doesn't appear to be nothing," Jade said. "Judging from the flush of your cheeks, in fact, it appears to be quite the issue."

Azul shook his head. As stubborn as Jade was, Azul's will was unbreakable.

After a few seconds of staring at him with increasing irritation, Jade looked away with a sigh.

"Fine then. Do as you please," he said.

And that was that. Until only a few seconds later, when Jade took a bite of the tentacle, and Azul let out a low, keening screech.

Mortification was an understatement for what he felt when Jade turned to look upon him in incredulity.

"I take it my plausible deniability's run out?" Azul said with an awkward laugh, scratching the back of his neck sheepishly.

"Your 'plausible deniability' ran out quite some time ago," Jade said with a grin. "Do continue, though. It's rather amusing, witnessing you squirm around like a little guppy."

Azul didn't doubt that for one second. After a few seconds, however, Jade's expression seemed to soften. Had he somehow found out the reason for Azul's discomfort?

"Is this tentacle a makeshift voodoo doll of you?" Never mind. "Did I just take a bite into one of your organs?"

That was so clearly wrong Azul genuinely couldn't tell whether it was a joke.  

Still, he shook his head.

"That really isn't the reason for my discomfort," he said with a sigh. 

"I know,"  Jade said. "I merely jest. For now, it seems like your troubles will forever be a mystery."

Another bite into the tentacle, and this time, Azul managed to suppress the yelp that wished to escape him. 

Jade shuffled with his pockets, pulling out his phone. Azul gulped. He knew exactly what was going to happen.

He wasn't letting Jade take a picture of his humiliation. Not today. He hastily planted his gaze upon his contracts, shifting the brim of his hat to conceal the red of his cheeks.

"Hmph," Azul couldn't see, but he knew Jade was feigning a pout. "Must you be a killjoy?"

Azul scowled, though he didn't dare look at Jade.

"It's much preferable to indulging you," he said with a huff.

"And yet, you indulged me in my attempted confession, did you not?"

Azul would never forget the way Jade looked while tripping over his words, struggling just to say an 'I love you'. It was adorable, really.

The sound of chomping finally wore down his self-control.

"You and the tentacle are in close quarters, are you not?" he said. "Perhaps- you-"

He couldn't quite bring himself to finish his sentence. Jade seemed to understand, however. Azul was thankful for that.

"The way I savor the tentacle makes you imagine intimacy between us, does it not?"

Azul's face heated up even further. How was that possible?

"Y-You don't have to be so blunt about it," he mumbled. "But- yes. I suppose one could call that the root of my troubles."

Jade chuckled.

"Really, now?" he said. "How adorable."

"Quiet."

Jade didn't listen, of course.

"No, no, really," he said. "To think, you'd be so easily-"

Azul couldn't take it anymore. He yanked Jade across the table by the tie, crashing their lips together. 

It was greedy, because that was who Azul was - a territorial, greedy man, and that was one aspect of himself he had no shame about. At that moment, if asked, he'd shout it for all to hear. Jade was his. His mate. 

The adrenaline of a kiss really wasn't to be underestimated, it seemed.

By the time he finally pulled away, satisfied, Jade's face was flushed. His was, too, if the warmth of his cheeks was any indicative.

"T-That was," Jade paused to catch his breath. "Quite the experience, to say the least."

Azul couldn't help but grin. Finding ways to break through Jade's composure would never get old, it seemed.

"It seems you can't take what you dish out," he said with a snicker.

"D-Do be quiet."

Azul laughed. To think, their roles had reversed in such a short span of time. It was something Azul loved to no end.

In fact, for all his talk about Azul maintaining his interest, Jade too would forever be fascinating.

[oh-surprise-its-me]

Roy/Jamie idea: Set after Roy and Keeley break up. Roy and Jamie start training and end up hooking up. They keep seeing each other for months and Jamie couldn't be more happier or in love, until Roy drops a bomb on everything by saying he and Keeley are gonna get back together. Jamie realizes that while he thought they were in a relationship, Roy was having him just as a rebound. Jamie is completely shattered, but somehow holds it together. Roy and Keeley get back together, Jamie basically feels abandoned as Roy no longer spends much time with him. His wounds keep festering and his anger keeps building until one day he sees Roy and Keeley being all lovey dovey and HE LOSES HIS FUCKING SHIT! He rips Roy to shreds in front of everyone. Keeley and the lads are appalled, Roy is stunned, Jamie runs off, everyone is fucking pissed at Roy. Keeley immediately breaks up with him and urges Roy to get Jamie back. Roy has to go chasing after Jamie, but catches him eventually. It's this giant wreck of a situation that they will have to work extra hard to rebuild from. Roy's an ass, but not cruel, just totally oblivious to the fact that he had a boyfriend all along.

Owwww

Roy can’t believe he was so stupid. How he missed this he’ll never know.

Of course he was in a relationship with Jamie. Phoebe has literally called Jamie is boyfriend. Roy finds Jamie sitting in his car.

He’s not moving just sitting and staring at the wheel. Roy opens the door and slides in.

“I’m sorry.”

Jamie jumps. Almost like he didn’t process someone there. He turns and looks at Roy. Really looks at him. “You’re an absolute dick. Jesus Christ go away Roy.”

Fuck Roy. Jamie’s been crying. Quite a bit from the looks of it. Roy reaches out and touches Jamie’s hand.

Jamie flinches. Flinches

Roy can’t believe himself. Can’t believe he had this man in his bed crying two weeks ago and lost that for someone he doesn’t even love in that way anymore. Because look, Roy will always love Keeley. But Christ apparently he loves Jamie more. Apparently he fell in love with Jamie.

Apparently they were dating.

Jamie scrubs at his face to make the tears stop again. He shoves at Roy’s shoulder half heartedly. “Can you leave granddad. Kinda having a pity party.”

Roy winces. Yeah that’s deserved. Everything Jamie said was deserved.

“I didn’t know. Thought you were fucking people on the side. I didn’t want to get attached. Said we were just hooking up for plausible deniability. It’s a fucked reason but it’s true.”

Jamie cracks a grin. It’s lightly manic. He stares straight at Roy. “I shared things about my childhood that I’ve never told anyone Roy. Took you out on dates. You went with me on dates. We were dating.”

Roy nods. What else can he do besides agree. Jamie is so right. “You’re right. I fucked it. But I want to fix it. Keeley broke up with me. Said we deserve each other and she isn’t standing in the way of that. Christ Jamie I think I’m in love with you if you’ll give me time to think about it.”

Jamie laughs. “You’re fucking with me. I’ve been in love with you since I was 15 mate. How didn’t you see that shit.” Roy shakes his head, “dunno. But I regret and apologize for everything that caused you pain.”

“Oh.”

Roy gives him a small smile, “yeah oh. I like you Jamie, wanna date you while knowing we’re dating. Wanna hold your hand and smash a camera for you.”

Jamie smiles. He reaches over and takes Roy’s hand he dropped earlier. “Gotta say that’s pretty romantic. I forgive you. Just don’t do it again.”

Roy touches Jamie’s cheek with his other hand, “can I kiss you officially as your boyfriend?” Jamie lightly blushes, “yeah prick go ahead.” Roy does.

It’s a good first kiss all things considered. Nice. Comforting. Reminds roy of the last few months.

He pulls away suddenly. “You’ve got all of my non black hoodies don’t you??” Jamie blushes red. “To be fair. I always steal my partner’s clothing. You just didn’ realize.”

Roy blinks. “Is that why I always want to fuck you when you’re in that navy blue sweater? Some monkey brain part of me knew it was mine?”

Jamie let’s put a laugh. “Yeah babe sure.” Roy shakes his head. “Let’s go back to your place. I’ll cook and apologize more.” Jamie nods. “Sure.” He squeezes Roy’s hand.

They’re a bit fucked up right now but they’ll figure things out.

[baelpenrose]

Nihilus Rex 27: Mind Games

Nils and Lash have some nice, healthy communication. Also, more jokes about mind games and preparation to deal with their enemy, rival and possible ally. As a behind the scenes note, yes, Ottendorf, Altendorf, and Altdorf are all real variants of the same type of cipher, and me and @canyouhearthelight arguing about which one was most in character to use was actually part of the gag that just went into this chapter. Sometimes it's fun writing hopelessly OP characters where we just get to nod obliquely at all the shit our nerdy asses have picked up over the years.

You better be careful what you do

I wouldn't wanna be in your shoes

If they ever found you out

You better be careful what you say

It never really added up anyway

I got friends in this town

Miranda Lambert, “White Liar” 

Nils

Class was boring - I mean, it would have been interesting, especially the political debate that came inherent in the macroeconomic discussion of regulation - but frankly with everything else going on and the plans Lash and I were hatching it felt almost beneath notice. Like a waste of time before we got to the real action.

Our weeb friend was a smarmy son of a bitch, I had to give him that, and trying to trace him took work -  one of the other reasons that I was just as happy to use the challenge and draw him to us. If it worked, it let us keep flying under the radar and gave us a layer of plausible deniability, and if worst came to worst it handed us a convenient option for another patsy if he proved less than tractable.  Lash and I would have to be careful in our eventual conversation with him in how we phrased everything to make sure statements could be read to assume that he was pissed that we were taking credit for his ideas to set it up properly, but it could be done with good planning. Recruit if we could, cash out the option to get the Feds off our backs if we couldn’t - because we were going to need to deal with the fibbie at some point either way.

I shared the thought with Lash to get her thoughts, and see if we could begin establishing how we wanted to lay in that contingency. “Hey, so it occurs to me, if we can’t recruit this guy, we may want to have some kind of setup to feed him to the feds when we encounter him, let them think we were just doing some dumb, edgy marketing for our totally-legal activism and the actual ‘economic terrorist’ got pissed at us for trying to take the credit. If we can’t get him on our side, better not to have him in the way, right?” 

She looked thoughtful for a moment - or more accurately, like she was plotting - before asking slowly, “How likely would we be to frame him for some of the shit we’ve done? Even just stuff we did before we met?”

“I’d have to look at his profile a little more closely, but bear in mind that the hack itself doesn’t really match the profile of either of our usual patterns, and nothing we did before that rises to the level where the federal government cares enough to pay attention.” 

“I took money from Microsoft and donated it to charity,” she pointed out. “Repeatedly.  That would definitely land on the news, at least.”

“Right,” I said, taking a breath, trying to steady myself, “and let’s not get into my thefts from social media and various databombings on their harvested userdata, BUT that followed a very different profile than the bank job, which is what we knew drew their attention - they’re looking for the people who’d run the bank job, not people who are little more than thieving horseflies buzzing around the heads of corporate titans and taking a few drops here and there that said corporations never notice enough to report.” It was an unpleasant truth - we’d stolen probably tens of thousands between us, but not all at once, and in increments that the corporations we’d robbed could lose to rounding error. 

“Hey, you said you wanted him fed to the Fed, not to go down for the loans,” she shrugged. “Wire fraud across state lines is still FBI-worthy.  Not to mention that many counts.” Lash started silently ticking off on her fingers before staring at them and nodding. “Yeah, plenty of counts, for sure.”

“Fair. I’m worried they’re looking for the bank robbers and we have someone we can give them as a patsy. So when we meet with him, let’s feel him out and make sure any statements we have are set up so they can be misread as him trying to find out if we’re stealing credit for his work, yeah?” 

“Can do.” She snapped off a sarcastic salute before grabbing my elbow and semi-forcing me to slow down. “Either way, our ‘viral marketing campaign’ is ready to go as soon as you set up the location for the final clue.  So, make sure your sandbox is as secure as possible so we don’t get any bugs in there.”

I nodded. “Yeah. I’ll have it ready in an hour. Want me to order some pizza while I do it?”  I had an extra tab open while I was getting the proxy networks set up and sketching out the ciphers for the clues.

“One meat lovers, one spinach and bacon, coming up,” she agreed, pulling out her phone. “Don’t forget to write down the address for me once it’s ready so I can translate it a couple times and hide it in the last clue.”

“Yeah, babe, I know, we’ve been picking at this for a minute.” I said, softly smiling. I wondered if she knew she talked to me the way her mom talked to her dad. I had almost finished the third cipher we were going to be doing it with. “Think three will be enough, or should we do four? At five it feels obnoxious, but if he wasn’t too paranoid to be hooked with fewer than three, he’d be a piece, not a player.” 

“Forty five minutes until food,” Lash announced before looking up. “I’m going to translate it at least twice - once to hex and once to… I dunno, a sound frequency maybe? So four should be fine on your end for the ciphers.”

“You got it. Altdorf code it is.” 

“Altendorf,” she corrected, scrunching her face at what she thought was a deliberate mistake on my part.

“Nope. Altdorf. Right wing computer nut, probably also a gamer. Altdorf code is a memetic variant on the classic Altendorf book cipher, named for a thing in a game franchise popular with that crowd.” I replied, smirking. Dating a girl who knew as much cryptography as I did was a blast, but it was occasionally fun to flex on each other. Loved it when she caught me out, as she often did, but it was sometimes fun to catch her off too. 

“Freaking nerd,” she half-mumbled, knowing good and well I would hear her. “But if it works, it works.  Provided he figures out all the clues I’m laying out.”

“And then we put all this effort into this to show off for each other for nothing…” I muttered, watching her work over what she did as I finished up selecting a handful of games, books, and comics to cipher off of, with arc numbers for each and internally contained clues within the cipher to hint at what the target should be using for the Altdorf code. Nonsensical to anyone who didn’t understand it, but comprehensible to anyone who did - if you understood the rest of the cyphers it was under, of course. 

“Ew, eyewatering,” she grunted before adjusting something. It must have worked, because she was able to actually look at the screen when she was done. “And now for the clouds…”

“Those clouds look awful.” I said, idly thinking out loud. “Really bloated, data-wise.” 

“That would be because they are compressed audio tracks,” she confirmed. “Which, when unzipped and played, give the hex code.  But yeah, they’re ugly, aren’t they?” The door buzzed and she looked at her phone. “Pizza’s here.”

“Ah.” I stood up and got the pizza, tipping the guy. After he left I turned back to Lash. “So, now we wait. Trap is baited and set with a challenge for a new ally or an enemy we can get rid of quickly. Speaking of the question as to what we do if he is a new ally: thoughts on how we get rid of the fed? She’s poking around the white supremacist scene, and stirring them up harder might lead to more of them poking around if she gets shot.” 

Lash rubbed her face before getting up to get plates. “My first instinct is to lay low and monitor.  Right now, there’s no actual evidence tying us to the situation, so monitoring would be the most conservative and safest call in the immediate future.  And it gives us time to plan something in the event we do need to intervene.”

I nodded as I poured drinks for both of us. “Yeah. Fair point. Give him about two days, then we’ll meet him together. Two options, either he thinks the whole made up names thing is actually bullshit, in which case he’ll want to meet both of the people he’s working with and we can establish a triumvirate, or he thinks it’s for real and is playing like he thinks it's dumb, then he’ll want to meet with the heads of both groups, which means we’ll need you there to rep one of them. What angles we play depends on what angle he hits us with.” I was still thinking about the way we could feel that out while also maintaining the option to sacrifice him and dispose of him to the feds if he wasn’t amicable to a team up, but honestly that was mostly just a matter of careful phrasing. 

“If it comes to that, as long as I am repping the Icono-whatsits, I’m good.”

“No, I thought we’d have the brown, anarchic immigrant’s daughter represent the carefully crafted illusion of the violently traditionalist ones who want to restore ‘traditional values’ because that would totally make the con hold up. Tell you what, when we take it global, and we have to do this in India, THEN we swap roles and you have to play a Hindutava nationalist and pretend to be a Disciple chick. For today, the heel role is mine.” 

She set her plate down with a loud clatter, glaring at me as she stood up. “And on that completely uncalled-for note, I think I need to head home for a few days.  Let me know if he gets in contact, and we’ll go from there.”

I sighed, realizing what I’d done wrong, then felt a surprising flash of irritation - at her, at myself, at the fact that every time we started getting closer I said something obnoxious and that we never just got a few weeks without some shit happening. “You know what? Yeah. I’m sorry. That was unnecessarily rude. If you want to go home, I get it, but please eat first, or at least take some pizza with you. I shouldn’t have been that much of an asshole - I’ve been jittery since the Fed showed up, and I shouldn’t be taking it out on you. Know you can’t pass yourself off as a white supremacist, I mostly wanted to joke around about the fact that as this goes global, we may have to practice swapping roles for other countries. That’s all.” 

Lash took a deep breath and picked up one of the pizza boxes. “I know it will eventually be necessary for me to be the bad guy, but seriously. What part of this,” she waved a hand over herself, stopping to gesture emphatically at her face, “in any way says I won’t just blow our entire ass cover if I try to be a white supremacist? It’s not like I’m shirking work or something.”  The free hand shoved her hair back and she exhaled. “I think we just need a couple days to get actual sleep and calm down.”

“You aren’t shirking work, I know.” I said, trying to take a breath. “I’ve just been…I’ve been constantly trying to figure out every possible angle we can take this from, because I want to keep us out of trouble and keep the feds away, keep this prick away from your family, keep everything under control. I said something sarcastic that I thought was funny because yeah, obviously this,” I gestured at her, “was not going to be playing the white supremacist, this,” I gestured at my own face, “was. And I wasn’t looking forward to it. And it isn’t your fault I’ve been obsessively plotting, I haven’t been telling you all of it, but it’s been all of the babbling about contingencies I’ve been doing since the fed arrived. Because I’ve been afraid. And I shouldn’t have taken it out on you.” True, but I did also want her to see my perspective of how much effort I was putting into this whole thing.  “And if you need me to give you a ride home tonight, I will, but seriously take a pizza. Because it’s too late for you to be walking home.” 

The pizza box in her hand dropped back to the table and she growled in frustration. “UGH! And all the shit with Uber and taxis lately…” She fell back into what had become her seat on the couch. “Fine. But I’m sleeping out here. In clothes, so don’t get any ideas, buster.”

“We didn’t have time to go mattress topper shopping, so you’ll probably sleep better, and I’m insisting on plenty of blankets. And you’re eating your share of pizza.” I shrugged. “And even my Catholic ass won’t feel guilty about you being too damn stubborn to take a ride I’m offering.” 

“No ride. I refuse to owe you,” she spat before biting viciously into a slice of pizza, shoving half of it into her mouth without a trace of grace.

“And thus, couch, blankets, and coping aplenty.” I said, sitting down. “You okay, Lash?”

“I am sleep deprived, stressed about the apartment being ready when my parents are discharged next week despite knowing that Mori has had it ready since the day after she got here, and I’m mad at you for being a jerk.”

“Mori took care of the apartment, you know it, you know you know it. You’re going to sleep better tonight, and I’m sorry for being a dick.” I said, coaxingly. “Things are going to be alright. Let’s eat, brush our teeth, then we can rack out, okay?” 

“Fine,” she muttered, demolishing another slice of pizza.

I wasn’t certain what it said about my life - or life, in general - that “relationship issues” were causing me slightly more confusion and headaches than “FBI investigation” and “rival terrorist” combined. It definitely said something, but I wasn’t entirely certain what. Maybe it was a me problem. Maybe if I wasn’t dating someone who would do terrorism with me I wouldn’t have this problem.

But then it wouldn’t be worth it. 

[whumpycries]

brother's keeper #1

cw: carewhumper, bad caretaker, medications, angst, emotional whump, bruises.

this is me writing on this idea i'd posted a few days ago.

i didn't proof read this so if there's any glaring mistakes just tell me and i'll correct them. dima and vin are siblings, dima uses she/they and vin uses he/him

...

“You brought this on yourself, you know,” Dima said ideally as she set down the glass of water and the little cup with Vin’s medication down.

He stared at her blearily from under the covers, one of his eyes bruised nearly shut. It had been a few days now, but that bruise had been nasty, so however bad it looked now, it had been worse before. 

“That’s the third time you’re telling me that,” Vin muttered, not getting up to eat the meds. Dima breathed deeply, slowly, and counted down from ten in their head. This was fucking stupid, counting down didn’t help with anger. It never has. She did it anyway. 

“It’s not like you listen to me, is it?” she sniped, backing away, “if you don’t want to eat the meds, tell me before I take them out of the packets. There’s a lot of other, more useful stuff I can be doing that does not involve babysitting you like some goddamn toddler.”

“I never asked you to,” he said, not even looking at her anymore. He had a hand thrown over his head and was pressing it down. Probably had a throbbing headache. The meds she’d gotten him had a pretty strong painkiller as well, but it’s not like he was smart enough to recognise it, or even ask about the meds she was giving him. She could slip him poison for all he knew. 

Sometimes she was tempted to. 

“You’re feeling bold for someone who is bed bound with more injuries than I care to recount,” they said, narrowing her eyes. 

“And what are you gonna do about it?” he snapped, tuning away his face completely. 

Don’t hit him don’t hit him don’t hit him he might actually keel over dead if you hit him don’t hit him—

Dima didn’t say a word as she took up the small cup of medicine and the water, feeling petty, and exited the room. For a moment she was tempted to lock him in as well, but decided against it. Plausible deniability in case he did end up dying. 

God. Why did they have to find him? Why did they have to leave him alive? The missing case had been dropped. Her life had finally been in control. A huge burden had been off her. And now he was back, worse than ever, infringing on Dima’s life like he always did. Ruining it. Ruining their time, ruining their plans, ruining the safety and comfort of their home. 

Just take a deep breath, she told themselves, he’s already in pain. 

And he was. He was already in pain. That thought went a long way towards calming her down. He was in pain and powerless here and there was no Nana or mother to talk her down or mediate between them. There was no one here, and he was in pain, and he’d been found half dead in a goddamn dumpster and somehow remembered Nana’s phone number even thought they now live like a hundred miles away and so Nana had called Dima and now—

Deep breaths, she told herself, and slowly opened up her laptop. Maybe she can check student papers and be infuriated about that instead of Vin. Maybe she would find some really good papers too. She could send them to the college journal for publication. One student has been showing a lot of potential in that regard. 

This was a far better use of their time than catering to the whims of a fucking ungrateful bitch. 

She got to work, putting most of their effort into not thinking about the man in the guest bedroom, about the blood on the clothes she’d thrown away the day before, about the way Nana had sounded when she’d called and told Dima about how they’ve found Vin, and that he’s alive. 

They pointedly don’t think about any of that at all as they make their way through the student assessments, a notebook in hand as they scribbled down little notes. The tension left her in increments, until she’d almost– almost forgotten about Vin. 

Almost. 

At that moment, the door to his room– her fucking house, a room in her fucking house– swung open, revealing Vin standing there, clutching at the doorframe with his life, shaking and pale. 

“I was calling for you,” he said, “Are you fucking deaf?” 

She thought of giving him a snarky remark, but then decided against it, only raising their brow at him. She genuinely hadn’t heard him, but then again, there’s music playing, the fan spinning, and the air conditioning on. She’s used to their solitude. Used to not having to keep an ear out for him. 

Vin visibly gritted his teeth, “Where’s the meds? I thought you’d leave ‘em for me.” 

“In the kitchen,” they said simply, and turned back to their work. She was done, and she’d said as much to him, to nana and to their father. She was done catering to him and dealing with his tantrums. She gave him a chance. She isn’t gonna keep running after him now. 

There was a pause, where Vin neither moved nor made a sound. Dima wanted to start giggling, but controlled herself. Take that, you little shit. 

Then Vin started moving, painfully from what she could see, but he refused to feel any pity for him, any sympathy or guilt. He disappeared into the kitchen. 

Dima turned back to their work, but hadn’t read a single line more when she heard a crash from the kitchen. They jumped, startled out of their wits, heart thudding loudly in her chest as she whipped her head around to see what the fuck had just happened. 

She shot to her feet and hurried to the kitchen, and had to stop at the doorway, staring. One of the decorative glass bottles she kept on the kitchen counter was on the floor, pieces of coloured glass scattered everywhere. She looked up, and Vin was staring at her with a faintly baffled expression, like he didn’t know what just happened. 

Dima breathed. 

“Out,” she said, very tightly, “Go back to your room.” It’s not your fucking room, she thought, it’s my house. You’re an invader. 

When she brought him his meds later, she left out the painkiller. 

--

ask to be added to the taglist!

[shmowder]

I really appreciate you writing all that out! Your replies are always so thoughtful <33 Thank you for sharing.

I knew being aro was a spectrum, but wow, there are so many different flavors. It's fascinating, really. As for me, I could do without the flowers and poetry, the grand dramatic gestures; romantic gestures in public? - gtfo of here. But I get crushes, the whole butterflies in my stomach deal, daydreaming to a detrimental degree.

I want tenderness! Soul crushing devotion! For, like you said, "my favorite person to stay with me only." But as you also pointed out, you can have all of that without romance. I've never really had a best friend that I would drop everything for, and for me the tenderness and devotion is itself romantic? I'm also quite touch-averse, so if I actually want to cuddle, etc. with someone, that pretty much automatically means I see them in a way that goes beyond platonic.

Tbh I'm not sure I'll ever be able to define it, but that's okay ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ It is funny how we share the same taste in characters and x reader stories though! Smut with feelings is probably my favorite as far as x reader fic goes. Even if those feelings are unhealthily obsessive; I'll eat up yandere fic too.

I love what you said about Daniil. I'm gonna cave one day and buy P1 aren't I 😮‍💨 He loves her essence and soul!

That's something I never picked up about Vlad Jr. before. Interesting. I see what you're saying about Capella. And you're so right about the "robotic" character = aro stereotype!! I can't wait to meet Aglaya again during this playthrough (just started day 6).

I'm glad you think romance is fun to write!

🐿️ anon

Yandere pathologic omfg I would love to talk and write about that actually. My take on Yandere is exactly the helplessly in love an extremely devoted to that person. I write them less murder and kidnapping crazy because eh I don't really like that aspect, however the unconditional love and soul crushing devotion? Their love suffocating them with every breath they take not by your side? the paranoia and extremely jealousy? Yeah I ADORE these aspects

Maria Kaina and Andrey Stamatin feel like the most yandere-ish out of the bunch by nature tbh.

Eva has potential too! but she'll be more of a sweet guilt tripping toxic gf than a yandere. Like a puppy love crush yandere? Sickingly sweet.

Yulia and Vlad the younger are more on the chill side. The loose leash side where you think you can roam free but how come everyone around you is pulling away? They don't try to control you or be toxic to you in any way, instead it's others they intimidate into submission or trick into backing off. If there is no competition then you'll definitely run into their arms. It's them or absolute loneliness you see.

The more unstable Yanderes who need constant reassurance and are suffocatingly clingy and overprotective are Anna, Rubin and Oyun probably. Rubin will set himself on fire just to keep you warm and is the biggest drama king when it comes to seeing you get close to anyone else, he gets all mopy and extremely sad until you have no choice but to leave the person and comfort him.

Alexander Saburov and Alexander Block are both on the self-aware type. They're very aware of how wrong their feelings and extreme urges are. How you don't belong to them and they try desperately to resist the temptation but god you're just so sweet what if something bad happens to you? what if someone else whisks you away? They can't have that. They control themselves 90% of the time and are the best at keeping their real intentions hidden while they show you a calm facade.

Katerina feels the most prone to jealousy and spite.

Daniil the most passive aggressive. He tries to stick to his morality compass and have plausible deniability. Like he justifies his actions and urges by any means necessary to prove he is in the right and you're overreacting actually.

Artemy would start as self-aware but slowly give in to his heart's desire because it feels right so it must be right.

Do tell me your thoughts and ideas about yandere pathologic 👀 I'm curious and dying to talk about the great potential oh my god Yandere Aspity my beloved

-

If you ever get P1, wait until it's on sale. I got it for like 2$ from fanatical during a random sale? It's so much easier than P2 and the writing is funnier and less serious at a lot of times.

I do enjoy our talks <3 I'm happy whenever you're here.

[cleromancy]

i ran out of steam earlier but i do think the "why *now*" question is really significant. and part of the answer to that question has to be "because it was the last issue of red robin before the fjucking reboot" (and tim is unfortunately one of those characters that had been on an interesting trajectory that he will probably never get back on; without the conditions that lead him to that place over 7 irl years hes not gonna be the same guy), but i also think that tim deciding to kill a man under these circumstances (essentially, because he wanted to, because he thought he could stomach it, and because the timing was convenient), is different than if tim really thought it needed to be done, or if there is ever any element of urgency or something tim thinks this will prevent. those conditions were specifically explicitly not met.

i said in my original post that i think the endgame of the attempted murder was the confrontation with bruce, but it also ends with some somewhat incoherent narration from tim which. i mean, whether you want to interpret it as "fabnic is not really so good at the part of writing that involves stringing words together in order" or tims continuingly disorganized speech and thought patterns (<- which is also backed up by his occasional forays into grandeur, and he has one on this page, a baffling assertion that gotham is his city. Timothy where is tjis coming from).... where was i going with this.

tim: [almost murders a guy]

tim: [lies to his favorite person in the world about it]

tim: [gets yelled at by his mentor]

tim: i am doing so great the future is looking so great the city belongs to me maybe if i want the world is my oyster actually i can do anything everything's coming up red robin

like .... yeah baby. sure, okay.

what i was getting at here is that i do think in tims garbled half formed intentions lurking underneath his meticulously plotted *murder scheme* tim was thinking his endgame--which, again, he knew dick and bruce would find out about and he only ever intended to have enough plausible deniability to *justify*--he was probably trying to leave gotham, or rather get kicked out. what he lands at instead is this:

which is when bruce essentially gives tim the warning that hes on thin fucking ice and--to my reading--any casualties that *bruce* thinks he should have been able to prevent that he fails to prevent, bruce will hold him as personally responsible for as he would for *premeditated first degree murder* (or, at the very least, i believe thats what tim hears bruce saying). and then bruce leaves tim alone on that rooftop.

and i am 100% one of those people that believes there were casualties in his little exploding the league bases thing, or at least it was too strong of a possibility to completely discount. no matter how he tried to clear them out beforehand, there was no way to account for all the variables, which tim would know. in fact he knows it firsthand bc towards the end of robin theres an explosion tim couldve prevented but doesnt, that kills 2 children that were only there in the first place bc of tim. anyway this is conjecture more than analysis here, but i do think hes aware the casualties of the league scheme were a possibility, but isnt willing to look into it any deeper. plausible fucking deniability!

but he does know Bruce wouldn't accept "this was the only way out i could see except dying" as an excuse for potential casualties and most likely bruce is going to eventually find out. he is pretty much on borrowed time already, so why not just... like... stop waiting? and at least kill somebody on purpose this time that he at least also kind of wants to kill? force that confrontation now, burn that bridge now, and maybe at least get a consolation prize (murder) out of it? do it on his own terms? control it?

except he couldn't do it.

anyway im just going to drop this panel from robin 178, for no reason in particular

he is just doing. so great. hes doing so great

an underexplored aspect of red robin 26 (the one where he sets up a weeks-long rubes goldberg scheme to kill captain boomerang only to choke at the last minute) to me is the impact tim thought this would have on his place among the bats. like what he thought would happen *next.* because he absolutely did consider it and wasn't at all surprised by dick and bruce showing up afterwards to talk to him about the choices he made that day.

to start with. why now? there was no particular event that made him decide to do it. tim does say he heard harkness was trying to regain lost power, but in context its not reasoning behind his decision, it was an opportunity to kick his plan off.

and i think its fair to say tim was never gonna be able to go through with it. that was never gonna happen. but he *thought* he could, and he decided he was going to, despite repeatedly questioning what the hell he was doing. he explicitly makes the points that he thinks its wrong, he knows his dad wouldn't want him to, and he doesn't believe itll even be more emotionally satisfying than bringing harkness to justice. and yet thats still the plan! for weeks!

and he does set up an emotional failsafe for himself which he calls plausible deniability, where all he did was manipulate events so that he expects harkness to be killed by victor fries by the end of it.

except ofc when it comes down to it tim cant let fries kill a guy, which he takes to mean he wants to do it himself. any interesting moral questions here about who would potentially be at fault are very tidily sidestepped as irrelevant. bc i mean to tim they kind of are. his veneer of plausible deniability was always an excuse. the interesting thing here for the character is that this means he's willing to do away with that plausible deniability, and intends to follow through regardless. (i went back to delete some images bc i ran out, but he does explicitly say theres a change of plan and he's gonna kill harkness himself.)

this is the point he dispatches dr fries, which he calls in to 911, and follows harkness. bla bla confrontation bla, and harkness fuckin trips off the edge of the roof.

the implication here to me, with the way tims flashback is framed as an interruption and the way harkness goes from saying he has no idea who the hell tim is to saying tim doesn't have the stones, is that harkness was babbling this whole time, and that's just what actually makes it through to tims ears. and i also think the implication here is tim being like ".......heartbreaking: the worst person you know just made a great point." hes like shit! hes fucking right! i *dont* have the stones to do this!

anyway. the next page we have dickie and damian show up. hi boys!!

so to recap. tim decided he was going to murder harkness himself rather than using a proxy, *called 911 knowing the other bats would hear it,* and went off to do the deed.

i have a lot of thoughts about whats going through dicks and tims heads here lol. but i want to get back to the point. this is the segue into the reveal that bruce was also there the whole time, he knows what tim had been planning to do, and now hes yelling at him for thinking about killing harkness at all.

(side note its always dickie loving hours in this house and. you just know dicks thinking of blockbuster here. oughe.) .....i also get the impression that dicks "timmy down the questionable-choices-well" senses were tingling somehow from the 911 call (which, i cannot stress this enough, only even mentioned fries), and i think him and damian most likely fucking hauled ass to get there, which is also fun to think about hehe

AND THE COWL COMES OFF WHEEEEEEE :elmofire:

(ok actually i am going to derail here for a minute i gotta spell it out. tim kept it on when he was talking to dick bc he was lying to dick by omission. he wanted dick to think well of him, and he doesn't believe he earned the praise--most likely thinks dick would think less of him if he knew the extent to which tim had planned the whole thing. the end result--not killing harkness--does not, in tims mind, count. what dick was saying was "I understand how hard it was to not let him die, and i love you," and what tim heard was "i know you were always going to make the right choice, because you care about doing the right thing." and when you interpret it the way i do--that the deciding factor for tim was actually that he *couldn't* do it, not because he changed his mind? yeah, tims not gonna be looking dick in the eye anytime soon.)

but anyway. buce:

and the thing is that if you don't look at it from the *batshit* bruce-and-tim-mutual-god-complex perspective... tims actual non-thoughtcrime actions began and ended with a series of misdemeanors, no matter how successfully he arbitrated the end results. again any actual moral questions around hand crafting a bespoke scenario tailored to end in a mans murder by inciting another to kill him are completely sidestepped, bc to both tim and bruce its cut and dry; its just murder using another person as the weapon. tim never once actually believed the plausible deniability thing and there was no tangible difference to him btwn manipulating an intermediary, doing it himself, or even *just letting harkness go splat.* it was all fucking talking points for the sake of argument, he was preparing to play devils advocate against bruce to defend his own choice bc. this was always the endgame.

and

which like. i cant help but think of batman 424 bc, well, im the jason todd think-abouter:

and im officially out of images for this post but what happens next for tim is bruce flying away vs in jasons he tells bruce "i guess i spooked him. he slipped." and flies off in the back of a big silent panel of Angst Buce. i love how completely fucking opposite these scenarios were for the both of them but ykw actually thats its own fucking post.

all this just to say tim planned to murder a man in cold blood *fully knowing* dick and bruce would find out. tim can't even face dick when dick tells him he did good, and the confrontation with bruce feels almost like tim did the whole damn thing just to prove a point to bruce which is. hilarious bc it WORKED to that end even though tim did not actually kill anybody at all. like that was a pretty significant thing that happened. tim very much did not kill digger harkness.

(i also think its significant that this issue is like immediately after tim tries to give cass her batgirl outfit back and shes like "...No." and hes like "please i miss you so much 😭 just come back to gothammmm i dont care what name you go by you could even be black robin if you want that would be fun right cass we could be red robin and black robin together? no? what if we put your name first? ....no? .....okay just promise youll think about it... bye............" [paraphrased])

anyway. *holds tim drake up under the arms like simba* Perceive him

[joydone07]

Plausible Deniability

Completely based on Mari Vs Joker… Again by @intercoursefluids

It seemed like whenever the class decided to go somewhere, luck decided to make way for chaos. While it could be fun from time to time, it could also end up annoying. The class was just trying to get something to eat, but instead they ended up getting rounded up with the other innocent customers, taken to who knows where.

The only indication of the time passing was a henchman walking through the room every once in a while, more often than not mumbling under his breath. Finally, when they felt that it would just be best to go ahead and get things over with, the Joker walked in, coming to a stop in front of the group of hostages.

“Eeny, meeny, miny, mo!” a few of the hostages jumped, surprised by the sudden rise of volume. He cackled, obviously enjoying the people's fear. Basking in it even, as if the fear gave the man power- the motivation- to do the things he did. Madame Bustier’s class didn’t do people like that. They had just finally gotten Chloe to mellow down and evaluate herself, so there was no way in hell that they would just sit around while an overgrown mad man could quite possibly kill them.

They could do nothing to stop the henchmen that the Joker called over to untie Marinette, less they wanted to blow their own cover and hidden skills that most tenagers shouldn’t possess, ]lnor even have the need to possess such skills.

Looking towards the middle of the room, they could see what looked like a live stream being set up. Rather than listening to the Joker blabbing along about his demands in exchange for all of their lives, they all focused their attention on Marinette, who couldn’t look more like a cat if she tried. With the grumpy frown on her face, and the way her feet just barely scraped the floor, with the man holding her by the scruff of her blazer, she just ended up having this sort of aloof about her at the moment not unlike a cat just being disturbed from it’s nap.

Looking at Adrien, Marinette’s disgust was visibly shown, and looked to be quite offended that the man would even do such a thing to someone like her. She didn’t want to be in that humiliating position for any longer than she had to. Raising her left eyebrow, Marinette successfully signaled Adrien to get things ready.

----

“Now, I need you to be as quiet as possible. Who here is comfortable with lying to the police?”

Seeing a few head shakes, Adrien was glad to see that most of the hostages were just fine with it.

“B-but Adrien, it’s not good to lie to the police. What if wo-“

“Then turn around!” He whispered shouted, not wanting to blow their cover, especially not because of Lila. She had already done enough as it was, just not at the expense of Marinette's life.

That wasn’t the response she was expecting, so she went  ahead and asked why, receiving a look as if she was one of the stupidest people in the room, from both the Parisians and the Gothamites.

You’d have thought that it was rehearsed- and maybe it had just been said one too many times- with how Adrien, Alix, Chloe, Kim, and Max all said “Plausible deniability,” without batting an eye. Too unsettled by everything going on, Lila didn’t bother arguing, and with a jerky head turned the other way, along with the others who didn’t want to have to lie.

----

Seeing the Joker had just ended the live stream, Marinette took a glance over where the rest of the hostages were, glad to see that they were already turned around, as there was always at least one person that was against lying, no matter what the reason was.

With a swift kick back, Marinette was dropped onto the floor. Rolling up, she wasted no time and kicked him with enough force to knock him out. It should not have been possible, considering her size, but one doesn’t go gallivanting through Paris and not gain some sort of strength. The only thing that did was give even more structure for what happened.

It was completely by chance that the Joker ended up falling out of the window. It wasn’t like she chose to stand right in front of it, and hadn’t even noticed it was there until after the fact.

Quickly analyzing the situation, Marinette went around getting things set up. Kicking up the chair and breaking a chair that had been pulled over in all of the right places, she took a step back and admired her work. Wasn’t her best work, as there was a limited amount of things to work with, but it definitely wasn’t her worst, as it still looked convincing.

“Max, Markov, could you guys delete everything from the camera from the broadcast cutting off, to up until now?”

“Already on it, Marinette! Markov said with a smile on his face. Annnnnd… done! It is 100% affirmative that in no way it can be recovered. By anyone but ourselves. I went ahead and adjusted some wires to go along.”

Taking a deep breath, Marinette focused back on everyone, “Joker tripped out of the window, right?”

Receiving a few different confirmations, it took her everything she had to hold on to the straight face Marinette had on when she heard Adrien say, “Tripped over his big ass clown shoes he wishes he could pull off.” But even then, it brought a few smiles among the rest of the crowd.

“Alright everyone!” Marinette said, clapping her hands together, “Now all we have to do is sit tight and wait for the Bat to “rescue” us.”

----

On the opposite building, Batman could be seen standing with Red Hood, looking more shocked than anyone had ever seen before. In contrast, Red Hood had an air of giddiness about him, and would bet that under that helmet there would be a smile.

“Hey, B? Can I keep-“

“No.”

“But come on, B! It doesn’t even have to be all of them! Plus, the girl absolutely fits into your M.O. Collectively, they could make the perfect mini team. Maybe even better than the Teen Titans or Young Justice. Just think about it for a bit.”

“No.”

“Fine then,” Red Hood huffed, before thinking, ``I'll find a way to get them adopted.``

----

Bonus

Hearing a few light noises on the hotel window, Marinette cautiously went towards it, pressing her back up against the wall beside the window so as to not be seen once it eventually opened. She wasn’t sure how safe these windows were for the people on the inside. While she had been assured that the glass was strong, the same may not be able to be said for the locks.

After waiting what felt like hours, a dark figure walked through, taking great care to make little noise. Lifting up a dumbbell that Kim had accidentally left inside of her and Alix’s shared room, she clocked the person in the head with it. Turning the light on in time to see the infamous Red Hood slumping towards the floor.

Backing up, Marinette caught sight of Alix’s large eyes on her.

“You are so dead,” she whispered, matching the almost silence of the room. Quiet enough to hear a pin drop. In response Marinette could do nothing but nod her head, whispering, “I know. I know.”

@mgi-events

Taglist Form

@tim-drake-is-underrated @t1dwarrior-of-earth @iloontjeboontje @couffeeine @toodaloo-kangaroo @doll246 @kking13

[wordstrings]

Remote Control

anonymous prompt: Dean is taking too long in the shower so cas decides to use his mojo from the other room to speed things along. and listens to dean’s echoey laughs through the door.

Words: 1,250

(Publishing today for TickleTober day 11: “I’m not even touching you!”)

—

Steam fogged the mirror, collecting and streaking tiny, meandering rivulets down the length of the glass. The continuous spatter of hot water was occasionally broken with rushes of fatter drops splashing against the drain and low humming notes of Led Zeppelin's “Ramble On.” A towel hung just an arm’s reach from the closed edge of the shower curtain, waiting.

Castiel was also waiting.

And waiting.

He lay atop the motel bed, counting the number of pockmarks in the ceiling that fell into the slow-shifting shadows of the slatted blinds. It wasn’t the shower he waited for, since he’d been cleaned thoroughly with a brief thought before even climbing into the passenger seat of the Impala nearly an hour ago. They’d passed a number of restaurants on the way back to the motel, but while Dean had complained of hunger, he’d complained of encrusted gore all the louder. Castiel wanted to get him fed (wanted to sit near him in the quiet public privacy of a booth and watch him smile between french fries), but still he lay waiting.

“Are you nearly finished?” Castiel finally called out.

The humming paused.

“There’s a detachable shower head,” came the echoing answer through the cracked door, as if that were a justification. “S’got massage settings and everything.”

The humming resumed.

Castiel turned his head on the pillow and squinted suspiciously at the door. He’d have gladly coaxed Dean’s tense shoulders to relaxation himself, if Dean had asked. “Are you replacing me with plumbing?”

“You jealous, Cas?” The humming faltered and dipped into a groan, perhaps a touch more theatrically than necessary. “You know, you’re welcome to join me…”

Castiel closed his eyes in equal exasperation and resistance. “Then you’d only take even longer.”

“Yeah, but you could have fun,” tempted the disembodied voice.

“I’m perfectly capable of ‘having fun’ from out here,” Castiel said, and punctuated it with a haphazard pinch of Grace in the direction of Dean’s remote backside.

A surprised yelp cut through the steam. The staccato pattern of spraying water stopped shifting, as though whatever it was hitting had gone still like a prey animal.

Castiel smiled to himself. He closed his eyes and reached out with more purpose to find Dean, not unlike feeling out a light switch in the dark.

“H-hey, what is– That’s you, right? I’m not getting felt up by a handsy water spirit in here?”

“I suggest you hurry up,” Castiel rumbled.

Then, the response that covered all the bases, set plausible deniability on each one, asked for everything while asking for nothing; the response that was so unequivocally Dean in every letter:

“Make me.”

Ah. Choices.

Castiel could chill the water with a thought, not enough to sting but plenty to shock. Or, he could give an ultimatum of no makeouts at any more rest stops on the way home. He could get up and go rip Dean, nude and dripping, from the shower (though Dean was probably angling for that).

Or, he could “have fun.”

Keeping his eyes closed, Castiel folded his hands up behind his head, crossed his ankles atop the comforter, and set to work.

“What’re you– hey. Hey,” came the utterly predictable protest bouncing off the wet tiles. “Don’t you even–”

Even was one of Castiel’s favorite things to be, when it came to Dean. And if Dean was going to be nakedly teasing, Castiel could tease his nakedness in return. It made no difference to him, of course, whether Dean had clothes on, just as it made no difference how many walls or doors separated their physical presences. But Dean had the tendency to get a little prim when an unexpected angle was taken on his otherwise overt solicitations.

“This is super fuckin’ weird, you… weirdo. Mmmf. Ah… hhhuh. Heh. How are you doing that?”

Castiel twisted the dial a little further on Dean’s nerve impulse interpretation. He was still building the model in his mind, labeling the dial’s ranges as he went. Past the green all-systems-normal mundane went yellow teasing, and the next logical step put sensual in the red – but that certainly wouldn’t get Dean out of the shower any faster. If the rivulets of water running down his body felt like tongues, they’d never leave this motel.

He labeled the range ticklish instead.

The vocalizations coming from the ajar door began hitching with suppressed laughter.

“Okay, what the fuck. What’d you do – heh – to the w-water?”

“Nothing,” Castiel hummed truthfully.

He twisted a few degrees more. A stutter of giggles echoed out.

“C’mon, I – hee! – I’m gonna get shampoo-hoo in my eyes! And I still gotta wash my a–ah–armpits!”

Castiel smiled, felt the gentle press of his cheeks up on the corners of his closed eyes. “Perhaps you should try to be quick.”

The sound of the shower spray hollowed out for a moment, hitting only the empty space of the tub floor. There was a grumble, a preparatory intake of breath, then a loud spattering of suds and water again interrupting the stream. A sort of rolling snort worked its way into laughter among sounds of frantic rubbing and rinsing.

But it wasn’t long before the noises began settling into more hums than giggles, and the hectic splashing calmed. Castiel’s manipulated dial was slowly correcting itself toward its usual ranges the longer he left it untouched. All well for Dean’s sake; permanent alteration of the body’s signals would be unwise. And would catch Castiel a neverending earful.

Dean did sound inviting, though.

(Castiel had never really been able to resist him, anyhow; not in any way that mattered.)

He gave a little tug with his Grace, akin to pulling Dean backwards against him. A light thump sounded against the shower wall, accompanied by a surprised noise. If he were physically in the space, he’d be nosing in at the crook of Dean’s neck while his arm held tight across Dean’s chest. But as it was, he just enjoyed the sensation of holding his Grace taut between them, like a cello string awaiting the bow.

He reached out with another abstract tendril and caressed the line of Dean’s jaw.

“Mm, fuck,” floated breathily from behind the door.

Castiel slid his metaphysical touch down Dean’s chest, following the rivulets of water that gravity drew ever downward.

“Fuhhhck…”

He wriggled into Dean’s navel and cranked the dial.

“FUCK,” Dean blurted, the exclamation already crackling with laughter. A loud wet squeaking echoed out as his heels slipped in a vain bid to escape.

Castiel held him fast against the wall. “I told you to hurry up.”

“Cas, na-hah! Ahaha!”

Castiel push-pulled with the incorporeal connection, pressing Dean under the spray and engulfing his bare body with runlets that rushed and trickled down every plane and crevice. Dean’s knees buckled under helpless peals of laughter. It was only Grace – not mercy – that kept him from hitting the floor.

Castiel readjusted his head on the pillow and enjoyed the contrast of his own relaxation with the predicament that would surely leave Dean worn and pliable. All the better for getting him fed with minimal fuss over which local dive had “the right kind of shitty reviews,” the wisdom of which still escaped Castiel. Afterward, they could return here and spend the balance of the evening in much closer physical proximity. Much, much closer.

Picking up where he’d last heard it left off, Castiel quietly hummed the remainder of “Ramble On” while allowing the dial to gradually tick its way back toward proper calibration.

[marauderundercover]

Taking Chances Ch. 20: Off Planet (Meeting the Justice League)

AO3

Prev

Marinette, in her Ladybird costume, looked at her older brother warily. 

“Are you sure we’re not gonna get in trouble for this?” She asks, avoiding looking around too much. If she just keeps looking at Jason, she can have plausible deniability until he confirms that they’re allowed to be here. Because last she checked, she wasn’t even allowed on patrols. Let alone in the Watchtower. 

“Tt. I would like to see Father try. He knows he is currently on Todd’s ‘list’.” Damian-er, Robin- says, crossing his arms and scowling. Marinette frowns. She didn’t want her brothers to fight with her dad because of her….but then again, she was still really hurt by her dad’s actions. And he still hadn’t apologized. Making up her mind, she lets out a quick sigh and glances around, jaw dropping slightly. It was amazing! And definitely worth the inevitable lecture they’d be getting when they got home. 

“Robin, Red Hood.” A man’s voice catches her attention and she whirls around, grinning from ear to ear. Sure, she’d seen Superman on the computer, but now she was meeting him in person. In person! “And you are?” He adds, quirking an eyebrow at her. 

“I’m Ladybird. Nice to meet you in person.” She says with a wide grin. 

“You don’t look anything like you did over video call.” He says, frowning at her as if she was a puzzle. She winces. Miraculous magic definitely didn’t cover her the last time she’d seen him. Scanning the look on his face, everything suddenly clicks. She thinks back to the Gala, how familiar Clark Kent had seemed. Well crap. Her dad’s best journalist friend was also his best superhero friend. Who'd've thought. 

“Oh, uh, yeah- well, um. Lighting?” She stumbles out, avoiding the questioning look from her older brother. 

“Right. Well, welcome to the tower. Is Batman around? I’ve been meaning to talk to him.” Superman says, though she guesses he’s only asking to try and get them to reveal where their dad is. He’d definitely be able to tell if Batman was here. 

“Oh, would you look at the time, welp, gotta go.” Jason-Red Hood- says, grabbing her by the shoulders and steering her away from Superman. 

“How long do you think we have until he tells B?” She asks under her breath, ignoring the snort coming from where they left him. 

“Not long. But, we definitely have enough time for you to meet a few more Leaguers before we’ve gotta get home.” Jason reassures her as they walk down the hall. 

“What’re you kids doing here?” A man- Green Lantern- asks. 

“Pissing off Bats.” Jason says simply. Green Lantern frowns. 

“Is that a good idea?” He asks. “And who even is she?” 

“Tt. She is not any of your concern. Neither is our appearance here. If you know what is good for you, you will keep it to yourself.” Damian says, Green Lantern immediately backing off. 

“Christ, his kids are insane.” He mumbles before walking away. Jason keeps pushing them forward and Marinette is starting to think that he planned something besides a ‘random trip to the Watchtower to piss Bruce off’. They walk into a room and Marinette’s eyes widen, realizing it looks like some kind of meeting space. And Wonder Woman is seated at the table, seemingly preparing for a meeting. Oh no. 

“What are the three of you doing here? You know-” She starts before turning all of her attention to Marinette. 

“Uh…..hi?” She says with an awkward wave. 

“You’re the holder of the Ladybug Miraculous.” Wonder Woman says and Marinette’s jaw drops. 

“What!” Jason yells in surprise. Okay, so this wasn’t the plan. 

“How do you know that?” Marinette asks, her mind running a million miles a minute. How did Wonder Woman know? Had she purposefully ignored the calls Marinette had originally made as Ladybug? 

“My mother was a holder. I was under the impression that the Miraculous were no longer in circulation.” Wonder Woman says, a tense look on her face. 

“I’ve been the holder for nearly two years.” Marinette says, tensing. She wasn’t going to try to take it from her, was she?

“I mean no offense, but you seem young.” Wonder Woman says cautiously. 

“I’m older than Robin.” She says, ignoring her brother’s annoyed tut. Yeah, so he was trained from birth and she wasn’t, who cares. Didn’t mean she wasn’t able to protect her city. She’d do whatever she had to do to protect Paris. Whatever it takes. 

---

Bruce was tired. More specifically, he was tired of fighting with his children. Neither Jason nor Damian would talk to him, Marinette kept avoiding eye contact, Tim was working on more cases. The only one who was talking to him was Dick, but even Dick was quieter than normal. He supposed it had something to do with the Gala, but that was days ago. He’d assumed that they would be over it by now, but no such luck. Instead, they were all avoiding him like the plague. Which meant he was alone in the manor for the first time in awhile. It was quiet. He hated it.

“You’ll never guess where two of your sons are.” Clark says, landing in front of him suddenly. Bruce resists the urge to sigh. Of course his sons were up to something. 

“Were they masked?” Bruce asks as a quick way to narrow down their location. 

“Yeah, and Ladybird was with them.” He says. Bruce’s jaw clenches. She wasn’t supposed to go on patrol with the boys. She could patrol in Paris and fight there, but the last time she fought here she was injured. Badly. She knew how he felt about her going out like that. Deciding to give up on the guessing game, Bruce pulls out his phone and quickly pulls up the app that has the trackers on it. He knew he’d be unable to track Marinette, as she was transformed, but all of his sons had trackers in their suits. Bruce thinks for a moment, thinking back to the past few days on who would be most likely to take Marinette on patrol somewhere. He purses his lips as he realizes one of the boys has to be Jason. Of course. Clicking on Jason’s name, he groans and pinches the bridge of his nose. He took her to the Watchtower. He glances at the dot next to Jason- Damian’s name blinking back at him. This couldn’t end well. 

“I’ll be there in ten minutes.” He grumbles, whirling around to stalk off to get in uniform. Time to go pick up his damn kids. 

---

Jason had made many mistakes in his life. He was pretty sure this was one of them. He ducks as another chair is thrown across the room, an anger filled scream following it. 

“Pix, you maybe wanna-” He tries to say, hoping to talk her down from throwing another chair. She’d already broken three. 

“Diana says this is healthy!” Pixie says with a bright smile. He’s relieved for a moment, but it doesn’t last. Her face twists up as she screams again, throwing another chair. Jason ducks and it flies over him, shattering against the doorframe. 

“What is going on here?” Batman’s gruff voice rings through the room and Jason watches as Marinette freezes. Okay, so this can go one of two- and another chair flies at their dad. 

“Ladybug, that’s just Batman. Your rage is not at him, remember? It is at your old Master, and the wielder of the Peacock Miraculous.” Diana says, laying a hand on Mari’s shoulder. The younger girl scoffs, crossing her arms defiantly and Jason is momentarily thrown at how much she looks like Damian. Jesus. 

“I know perfectly well who that is, Lady Diana. Please, excuse me, but I’m not particularly fond of him at the moment.” She snarks, and Jason is completely thrown. He’d known the kid was mad at Bruce, but she kinda sounded like...him. Well shit. That’s not the healthiest way to cope with anything. 

“Pix.” He says quietly. She turns to him and all of the tension drops as she walks over to him, standing almost behind him. Almost as if he could shield her. Good job Bruce. You really fucked up this time. 

“Ladybird, Robin, it’s time to leave.” B says, not even trying to boss Jason. He knew it wouldn’t turn out well for him. 

“No.” Marinette says, and Jason snorts. The kid was definitely pushing buttons today. 

“No?” B asks, his jaw clenched. 

“No. I’ll leave when Hood does.” She says, jutting out her chin in defiance. 

“No, you’ll leave when I tell you to. You’re not even supposed to be in uniform with the boys.” B snaps. 

“Father, there is no reason for her to stay hidden away. You know as well as I that she is an accomplished hero on her own. Hood and I simply wanted to let her meet Wonder Woman. We believed that meeting her would be beneficial for Ladybird.” Demon Spawn cuts in, his stance matching Pixie’s. He was totally going to have to have Replacement look at the footage from his helmet later so he could frame this picture. 

“I said it’s time to leave. I will be waiting outside of the Zeta tubes. If the two of you are not there in three minutes there will be consequences.” B snaps, turning and storming off. 

“I will allow you to make the call. If you wish, we can stay here and we will face Father’s wrath together. Or we could leave and come back when he is not so….worked up.” Damian says, his scowl replaced with a more neutral look. Jason was honestly shocked at how well Demon Spawn got along with Marinette. Especially since she was a “blood child” and older than Damian. It was weird. Marinette leans up against Jason, and he swears his heart breaks. He could tell, despite the mask, that she was hurting. 

“If you want, we can follow him back to Gotham and then head to one of my safe houses. Stay the night there, watch some movies, eat a shit ton of junk food.” Jason suggests with a grin. 

“Really?” She asks, looking up at him. He nods, ruffling her hair. 

“Sure thing, kiddo. Trust me, I know B can be a lot.” He says. He glances up as Diana clears her throat.

“Ladybug, I’ll be in contact. But the time limit set by Batman is quickly dwindling. I suggest leaving now to avoid any altercations.” She says and Jason nods, tugging his emotionally stunted little brother along with his emotionally distressed little sisters. One of these days Bruce was gonna fuck up bad enough that not even Jason could fix it.

Next

Tag list: @maribat-bdbwm @vixen-uchiha @stainedglassm @liquid-luck-00 @jayjayspixiepop @jjmjjktth @mizzy-pop @trippingovermyfeet @queenz-z @thepaceperson @iloontjeboontje @waiting247 @laurcad123 @toodaloo-kangaroo @ritacrow-blog @deathssilentapproach-blog @kittenmywaythrulife @nerd-nowandforever @tazanna-blythe @jaybird-and-co @jumpingjoy82

[evilminji]

@sroomheaddoc @stealingyourbones you know what? Because I CAN. Let's give this a shot. :

Lucius glanced down at the "nightlight". He could already spot no less then fifteen different lawsuits waiting to happen and god only knew how many more ways to weaponize it. That wasn't even TOUGHING on what ways EXACTLY the kid had decided to set the damn thing to define what was or wasn't an "intruder".

"Absolutely not. Put it back." He got for his trouble.

The Head Meance had the gall to look as though he didn't know EXACTLY what he was doing and why he had been moved to the 'baby jail' projects. Lucius may pretend he didn't KNOW they were called that, plausible deniablity was after all a Wayne Industries tradition, but that didn't mean he would tolerate literally weaponized sass. A night light? REALLY?

"We both know you were told to, and I quote," holding a hand out, Jerrica handed him Fenton's official project assignments pulled up on his pad, "Ah yes, here we go, 'a non-violent personal defense device for today's youth'."

To be perfectly honest? Lucius had already memorized what assignments these precocious little monster had. This was purely for show. That said, if Fenton want to sass him like a sulking teenager over being forced to do boring work? Then by god he was prepared to pull every lesson he ever learned as a father of four. Andrew may have a spine like a wet peice of cardboard, but you do not become minority CEO in a place like Gotham by lacking spine. Nor do you get to marry women like Tanya.

Fenton had fallen still. Inhumanly so. He had the slight tilt to his head of a man considering both his oppent and options, slightly narrowed eyes never leaving Lucious face. To be honest, Lucius still couldn't decide if Fenton and his lot were Metas, Supernatural Creatures, or just from some strange alien settlement (from what he can guess) somewhere near Illinois. All he knew is that they were all both too smart for their own good and dumb as lemmings. Would slap an eldritch god with a dead fish, for a corn chip they didnt even want.

And someone had thought it was a GREAT idea to give them power tools. Don't get him wrong, they were RIGHT, but it was still a headache.

"What if..." started Fenton in that Distinctly 'Bargaining to see what you'll let me get away with' tone he had heard far too many time from grown adults, "I could make it shoot a net? That's not violent! Is the tazer the problem? Cause Star's multipurpose Knuckledusters-drink holder-handcuffs-tazer design was really good! But if you don't like tazers we can stop adding them!"

"................." Lucius was going to have to make A List, wasn't he? "You know what? Let's start with that. I have a problem we tazers. No more high voltage everyday appliances, okay people?

"Sooooo..." The Fenton Menace began, a suspiciously fangy and victorious grin spreading across his face, slowly holding up his night light like a proud parent. "Does this mean-"

"Oh, not on your life." The grin dropped to a sulk. "You aren't blind, kid. You know as well as I do that would never pass a consumer safety inspection. Not even here in Gotham.you ever want to so much a STAND in the same building as the aerospace division? You're going to have to actually complete your projects. As They Were Specified."

"......mean. Yeeeeees, Boss."

Lucius looked at the nightlight again. Fenton dropped it on a nearby worktable. Grumbling he slunk back to his table with a bonelessness that no human could achieve. Every engineer in this room, was frankly? God damned TERRIBLE at pretending to be normal. Thank God this was Gotham and no one cared. Well, almost no one.

He saw movement out of the corner of his eye and didn't bother to stop the trainwreck about to happen. A muffled "FWUMPH!" followed by a half yell and crash sounded from his left. He and Jerrica looked down at a straightjaketed and slightly smoking Andrew in disappointment. There was a half burned pencil at his feet. He'd clearly tried to poke it.

"You work in Research and Development, Andrew. For God's sake. You KNOW better." Lucius felt compelled to say. "What on earth would possess you? For that matter, glowing eyes? That's every other Sunday and twice on Thursdays around here! This is Gotham! There's a good chance fear toxins are part of the rain cycle by this point, you ignore it! Even if it wasn't, you know damn well Meta discrimination is against both the law AND company policy. Do I have to take to HR?"

"I think he's unconscious." Muttered Jerrica lightly nudging her the downed man with her sensible pump.

"......from one little explosion? He works in R&D."

"Maybe it was stronger then expected? We could call Dr. Fenton back over? Or he could possible have an underlying medical condi-" Jerrica cut off, after pulling up the man's personel file in case they needed to call a member of the medical staff. At her boss concerned look, she winced. "......He's.. He's from Metropolis. I think someone hacked the files to get someone they could push around."

'Wait a god damned minute' Lucius thought, going over his General Menaces List. He forgot they weren't fully contained! 'Tucker J. Foley, you LITTLE SHIT.'

Short DPXDC Prompts #641

Lucius Fox recently employed some students who graduated from the Amity Park Community College. Little did he know this access to funding would cause their inventions to be borderline supervillain like in intention and design.

[extasiswings]

Since it looks like they’re making this happen next week instead, I think we’re down to 6 more days on my “Eddie Getting Shot” fic speculation calendar.  Anyway, I had a need.

Buck’s picking at his salad, lost in thought when Taylor suddenly sighs and sets her sandwich down.

“Okay, let’s do this,” she says, and he looks up, brow furrowing.

“Do what?”

She gestures absently with one hand. “The talk—the conversation that I really didn’t think we needed to have after last week, but apparently that I was wrong about because you’ve been acting weird ever since. Let’s have it. Right now.”

If anything, he’s even more confused.

“What talk—”

“Are you upset with me for turning you down when you made a move after the treasure hunt?” Taylor asks point blank, leaning back in her chair and crossing her arms.

Buck’s eyes widen, his stomach twisting uncomfortably.

“Am I—no! Of course not.”  He’s made a lot of mistakes in his life but he’s pretty sure he’s always managed a baseline level of respect for women’s choices. Rejections included.

“Then why do you keep looking like I kicked your puppy?”

“I—” Buck swallows and tries to think. He hadn’t realized—okay, sure, he’s been in his head a lot lately, and some of that has to do with her, but it’s not—it’s not because— “I didn’t realize that I was. It’s not—” He makes a face at the cliche before the rest of the sentence leaves his mouth. “It’s not you.”

Taylor fixes him with a long look. “You sure?”

“Yeah.”

She watches him a minute longer and Buck shifts uncomfortably in his seat. It feels like she has him under a microscope, and he doesn’t know what she sees, and that’s—

Most people don’t usually like what they see when they peel back the layers. He doesn’t understand why she wants to.

Finally, she sighs again and reaches across the table to set her hand on his wrist. He looks down at her fingers, the splash of bright red polish slicked across sharp nails, and he wonders if she doesn’t wear as much armor as he does in her own way.

“Look, Buck—I’m not a warm and fuzzy person, I don’t do the soft heartfelt confession thing, okay? So I’m just going to say this once.”

Her finger taps his wrist until he looks up to meet her eyes.

“I want to be your friend,” she says. “Because I don’t have many of those, and you’re a really good one. Period. I don’t need to sleep with you to want to spend time with you, I don’t need anything else from you but your friendship.”

Taylor shrugs. “Maybe I’m reading this wrong, and if I am you can feel free to tell me off, but I don’t think you want me either, Buck. I think, for whatever reason, you think I’m not going to stick around unless you give me something else, and that’s just not true. You’re enough.”

The words linger in the air between them for a moment before she wrinkles her nose.

“Alright, that was a little Hallmark, but the point stands. Are we good now? Do you get it?”

Buck sits there staring and he’s not sure he could be more surprised if she had hit him over the head with a brick. But it’s...oddly sweet, coming from Taylor. That she tried, even if a little abruptly.

“I...don’t have the greatest track record with having people stick around just for me,” he admits.

“Seems like Eddie’s stuck it out for a pretty long time,” Taylor replies. “It’s been, what? Almost three years? And you two are still thick as thieves.”

Buck can’t quite help the face he makes.

“Sure,” he says. “But things haven’t really—I don’t know. We’re in a weird place. The treasure hunt was the first time we’ve done something together in…awhile. That and now trying to figure out this kid with the weird autoimmune thing. He’s always with his girlfriend.”

To his surprise, Taylor laughs.  And then she blinks when she looks at his face and seems to realize that he’s serious.

“Wait, he has a girlfriend?  Since when?”

Buck bites his cheek.  “I don’t know, four, almost five months now?”

“Uh huh.”  Her gaze turns sharp and considering again.  “So…around the time we met again and you started worrying about your lack of meaningful relationships?”

“I—” Buck coughs and takes a sip of water as his stomach flips uncomfortably.  Her tone is pointed, but he doesn’t understand why, and he can’t help feeling that he’s missing something.  “Yeah, I guess—I guess it was around then.”

Taylor hums.  “Are they serious?”

And this is why he shouldn’t have brought it up.  The back of his neck itches.

Well, she met his son after about five minutes, so I guess so, is bitter on the edge of his tongue, but Buck swallows it back.  That’s not fair.  He’s not a parent, he’s not Eddie, and he doesn’t know what it’s like to date with a kid.  Hell, he barely knows how to date at all.  He doesn’t have any right to judge.  

“I wouldn’t know,” he replies.  “He doesn’t really talk about her.”

Another hum, and Buck definitely thinks he’s missed something now.  

“What?”  He asks.

“Nothing,” Taylor replies breezily.  “I just think it’s interesting, that’s all.  Considering how much time we spent together on the treasure hunt with that never coming up…and how jealous he was every time you looked at me.”

Buck nearly chokes.  “What?  That’s—that’s ridiculous.”

Eddie?  Jealous?  What could he possibly have to be—that’s—

“Maybe.”  She shrugs.  “But I know what I saw.  You know, I think I was right that first day we met again—seems like you really do need to let the universe come to you.”

Buck opens his mouth.  Closes it.  He doesn’t—and Eddie doesn’t—Eddie wouldn’t—

Would he?  Does he?

It’s not like Buck’s never thought about it—he would be lying if he said that.  But it was only ever that.  In his head.  Fantasy.  If he flirts sometimes and it seems like Eddie flirts back, well, there’s always been a certain amount of plausible deniability.

His phone buzzes on the table.  He flushes.

“Let me guess,” Taylor says.  “It’s Eddie?”

Buck swipes open the message.  “He thinks he figured out what’s going on with that kid.  Wants me to meet him.”

“Well…”  Taylor picks up her sandwich again, red lips curving into a smirk.  “Don’t let me stop you.  Bestie.”

The conversation doesn’t leave Buck’s head for the next several hours.  All through Eddie and the 133 breaking down the door of the apartment to find the boy barely responsive and the mother with pills in her hands.  All through the cleanup and police statements.  All through Eddie slowly, haltingly admitting that he thinks he made a mistake dating Ana, but he’s worried about taking someone away from Christopher—

“You’re a good dad, Eddie,” Buck says finally.  “Whatever you need to do, Christopher is going to be fine.  He’s—he’s lucky to have you.  And that kid upstairs, he’s lucky that he met you, too.  You’re—you’re the best person anyone could ask to have looking out for them.”

They’re standing in the middle of the street, in the sunlight and open air.  And Eddie looks at him for a long moment, his expression shifting into something that Buck can’t quite read.  It’s soft though.  He knows that much.

“Buck—”

The captain of the 133 calls out their names and Eddie cuts himself off.

“What?”  Buck asks.

Eddie shakes his head.  “Nothing.  We can finish this later.”

The captain calls them again and Buck lets it drop and walks off, Eddie a few steps behind him.

Yeah.  They’ll finish talking later.

And then—

A shot rings out.  

Eddie falls.

And Buck’s heart stops.  

[camels-pen]

Hellbent

tw: brief mention of blood

DannyMay Day 24 - Power

Summary:

“How can I make this up to you?” he asked, voice small and raspy around the tight grip on his collar. The temperature in the room fell below freezing.

Danny pushed him further into the ground. “You had one chance,”—the energy in the boy’s hand grew colder—“and you blew it.”

In short, ghosts are strong, Vlad comes to an epiphany, and Danny gets catharsis.

(sequel to Icarus, you old fool & 6th part of the Not Your Son series)

Ao3 Link

~

Chapter 1

The deep sadness behind those glowing green eyes sent a shock of guilt and dread into Vlad’s core. It was as if his ghost half had tore out of him to rearrange his innards in disgust.

Maybe he might’ve tried to run in the past, Vlad thought as he turned off the screen and leaned his head against it, closing his eyes. Avoid the boy to keep some semblance of the agreement intact and use plausible deniability should they ever come face to face in the future. A feeble attempt at avoiding being stuck in bedrock for hundreds of years.

He sighed, rubbing at his tired eyes. Maybe he should just—

Meowing floated down from above him and he looked up into the distressed eyes of his cat.

Vlad stared at her silently.

She meowed again, leaning down and pawing at the distance to the ground.

He straightened up and offered her an arm, which she quickly climbed onto and jumped to the floor from his shoulders. Vlad watched her run under the couch and determination set in his eyes.

“Don’t worry, Princess,” he said, rushing to his desk and furiously writing on a notepad. “I’ll make sure you’re taken care of.”

He almost filled up the entire page when his nose wrinkled up and he sneezed.

A puff of red mist.

He wrote faster.

An explosion rocked the mansion and broken glass rained down from behind him. Vlad dropped the pen and turned, holding up his hands.

A black and white streak flew through the massive hole in his office windows and Danny Phantom, eyes and hands glowing a toxic neon green with a furious look on his face, floated in front of him.

“Danny wait before you—” he cut himself off as he ducked from a large ecto-blast. He glanced briefly at the wall behind him and did a double take.

There was a smoldering green hole in the wall.

Vlad's eyes widened and he tilted his head slightly as he heard another fired blast. He pushed himself off his knees and quickly scrambled behind the desk.

“Please, I’m begging you, just—” He jerked forward as a blast shot through the desk. He scooted until his back hit the coffee table and Danny stared at him with cold green eyes, ecto-energy building in his palms.

“It’s about Princess,” he said, clasping his hands together and kneeling. “Please, you can do whatever you want to me, but I don’t want her to suffer for my mistakes.” Danny blasted at him and he dodged.

“She doesn’t deserve—” Blast.

“I left instructions on the—” Blast. Blast.

“Can’t you be reasonable about—” Blast. Blast. Blast. Blast. Blast.

“Danny, please, give me time to explain!” Vlad said as he dodged out of the way of multiple ice and ecto-blasts. The couch was encased in a large jagged piece of ice and other parts of the walls and furniture were also covered in ice or completely dissolved.

He stood up from behind the frozen couch sporting multiple burns and tears in his clothing and held up his hands. “Princess knocked something over and turned on the bug that was still in your house. I was just trying to get rid of it.” A blast of ice sailed over his head from where he ducked. “It was an accident!”

The firing stopped.

The room became dead silent.

“An accident?” Danny’s eyes flipped between icy blue and swirling green.

“Yes! I hadn’t used it in months; I completely forgot it was there.” The temperature in the office dropped significantly, but Vlad continued, relief starting to fill his chest. “It was an honest mistake on my part for keeping the controller out anyway so I’m so—”

“Don’t you DARE say it.” Danny growled, a menacing ghostly echo in his voice. Vlad gulped, but stayed quiet.

A swirling green snowball grew steadily in size between gloved hands, becoming twice as big as Danny himself and he lifted it over his head. Vlad paled as it was launched right at him and he jumped over it. He used a bit of his flight to get onto the top shelf above the TV screens and watched as the bottom half of his office partially dissolved and then was immediately frozen.

He leaned back into the wall as Danny stared silently at him.

“I don’t understand! You must know it was an accident; why would I bother revealing my bug if it was on purpose?!” The younger halfa said nothing, charging up and firing more ice blasts one after another. Vlad did his best to dodge, but his left shoulder was almost entirely encased in ice. He grunted in pain. “I never meant to break our agreement!”

Danny grabbed him by the collar and flung him to the ground. He darted down after him to punch him in the gut, making a small crater in the ice and causing Vlad to get the wind knocked out of him. The man could taste blood in his mouth as the younger halfa grabbed his collar with one hand and charged up an ice blast in the other. Vlad kept his focus on Danny and stared at him with pleading eyes.

“How can I make this up to you?” he asked, voice small and raspy around the tight grip on his collar. The temperature in the room fell below freezing.

Danny pushed him further into the ground. “You had one chance,”—the energy in the boy’s hand grew colder—“and you blew it.”

Vlad's eyes widened slightly before becoming downcast as the glowing hand was clenched into a fist and started to come down on the older halfa’s face.

Loud meowing made it pause just centimeters from Vlad’s nose. Both of them switched their gazes to look under the couch—one of the few parts of the room not dissolved or frozen—and saw Princess shivering and hiding in the center. The boy’s eyes glazed over for a moment, his face scrunching up and tears coming to his eyes. His hand lowered.

Vlad’s eyes widened. Was the boy finally understanding—?

(“Princess you stink like hell! Just let me wash you!” The cat dashed down the hall, Danny running after her.

“You can’t go about it like that, Danny,” Vlad called, chuckling, “You have to—)

Everything below Vlad’s neck was encased in a thick layer of ghost ice.

Danny blinked hard and glared at him. “Wait here and don’t do anything funny.” He flew up, legs merging into a tail and turned intangible as he started to fly down. Vlad’s eyebrows furrowed. Where could he possibly—?

He paled.

Vlad immediately changed into Plasmius and turned intangible himself, phasing through the ice and tackling the boy.

“You can’t go down there!” he said, floating above the floor and holding Danny tightly, pinning his arms to his sides. “Please, you have to trust me on this.”

Danny split his tail into legs and kicked back, breaking free from his hold. He turned to punch him in the face, knocking Vlad into the mostly intact TV screens. Crushed glass and metal surrounded the man as he tried to lift himself up by the arms, ignoring the excruciating pain from the sizable burn covered in thick frost on his jaw.

The boy hovered in front of him, staring down with those same cold eyes from before.

“Already tried that once.”

Danny’s trembling fists and the crack in his voice made Vlad’s core squeeze painfully in his chest. “My boy, I—”

“Save it.” A direct shot to the chest left the older halfa dizzy and groaning. He blinked away the spots in his vision as Danny pulled something from his back.

Clutched tightly in white gloved hands was the Fenton Thermos.

Danny aimed the opening at Vlad and hovered his thumb over the capture button. Vlad looked him in the eye one more time before staring down the device with tired resignation.

“Just,”—Vlad coughed—“take care of Princess.”

Danny’s thumb came down—

A loud ringing went off at his hip.

Danny didn’t move to answer.

It continued to ring.

He grit his teeth and swiped it out of his belt. “What.”

“Danny! There’s a level 9 ghost at the Elmerton courthouse! Where the heck are you?!” Sam yelled over the sounds of destruction and people screaming.

Vlad’s eyes widened in alarm. Level 9? The highest the kids had ever fought was a 7 and that’s because he used to fight them.

The boy averted his eyes. “Doing something for Clockwork.” Sam swore.

“We thought you came straight here! Dude, Val and Elle are getting their butts handed to them and our Fenton gear isn’t doing squat!” Tucker said, between labored breaths.

Danny kept his eyes on Vlad, thermos still aimed and ready.

“You’re sure it’s a level 9?” Two confirmations. His eyes flicked to the thermos, then back to Vlad. “Anything else?”

“She keeps calling for ‘the halfa who defeated the King’ so we’re guessing she’s after you.”

“Yeah, either you come here or she tears up the city looking for you,” Tucker added. “And personally, I like the city the way it is.”

Danny nodded. “I’m on my way.” He hung up and capped the thermos. “It’s your lucky day, Fruitloop. I need an empty thermos to deal with this ghost.”

Vlad attempted to pick himself up again. “You’ll need help—” He cut himself off at the icy glare.

“Not from you,” the boy spat.

“Danny, you could get—”

“Listen to me for once.” His glare intensified. “Stay. Away.”

Vlad clenched his fists, but kept his mouth shut. He leaned back into the debris, changing back to human form and nodding.

---

“You can sit out of this one.” Danny pat Vlad on the shoulder and gestured to his friends. “We got this. Go back to your business meeting.”

Vlad crossed his arms.

Danny groaned. “Fine, leave behind a duplicate or something.”

A scoff. “Against that?” He waved a hand at the massive purple dragon spewing flames and destroying the park with its sharp claws. “I’m helping and that’s final, young man.”

---

The boy eyed him for a moment before his legs merged back into a tail and he flew off through the walls.

---

“I told you it wasn’t a big deal;” Danny grumbled. “Aragon’s not even the strongest ghost I’ve fought before.” Vlad hummed.

“True, but I worry about you,” the older halfa said as he patched up a cut on the boy’s arm. “I want to keep you safe. You’re my son, after all.”

---

A few seconds passed.

---

“I’ll always be there for you, Danny.” He ruffled the sleeping boy’s hair with a melancholic smile. “No matter how you feel about me, I’ll always be there.”

---

Vlad turned invisible and flew up through the ceiling.

Danny would get his help, whether he liked it or not.

[donutloverxo]

No more waiting

Please note that my work is not to be reposted or published anywhere other than my Tumblr or AO3 account without my permission. Reblogs are most welcome though!

Note - Part two to Pink Lady.

Dividers by @whimsicalrogers

Summary - Andy is determined to wait. But will he be able to?

Warnings - 18+ only smut (m/f), professor/student relationship, unprotected sex, dom Andy, many mentions of spanking but no actual spanking, sir kink.

Pairing - Andy Barber x reader

Word count - 3320

Masterlist is linked in the bio!

You groaned as you tossed out yet another piece of clothing. Professor Barber had asked you to come to his house, so he could give you ‘private lessons’. Obviously, you had no interest in actually studying. Especially with a man who looks like Andy Barber. You intended on milking the time you did have with him by getting what you wanted.

You settled on a tight skirt that hadn’t fit you in years. It was sexy enough to be enticing but innocent enough that you could claim plausible deniability.

You are not trying to tease him. You would never! You’re just wearing a normal skirt and taking lessons like the diligent and sincere student that you are.

You whistled lowly, pulling over in front of his house, impressed by the sheer size of it. He was an actual adult with a big, sophisticated house in the suburbs. The most valuable thing you owned was a Louis Vuitton bag an ex gave you.

You couldn’t be intimidated. Not now, when you were in this deep. Checking your lipstick one last time you rang the bell, holding your books up and eagerly waiting.

After a minute he opened the door. Leaning over the frame and examining you.

You felt butterflies pool in your stomach at his casual loungewear. His sleeves rolled up, exposing his tones arms to you and those dark jeans hugging him so perfectly. You really couldn’t decide if you preferred this or those business suits.

“You’re late.” he scolded you as you rolled your eyes. Of course that’s the first thing he'd say to you. “What have I said about rolling your eyes at me?” he cocked his head to the side, as if daring you to provoke him.

You hummed in thought, “I don���t remember.... Oh yes!” you beamed as if you’d had an epiphany “to do it as often as I can!”

He stared you down for a moment before shaking his head as he chuckled. “Get in here. What am I going to do with you?”

You were about to be a smartass some more, cooking up a dirty response in your head, just to see how far you could push him but then he put his hand on your lower back. You felt shivers run up your spine, goose bumps all over your skin as you squirmed under his touch.

“Is everything okay?” he asked, shutting the door behind you.

You gulped as you nodded, “Yeah, why wouldn’t it be? I’m just here to study.” You laughed to ease your own nerves.

“Go sit on the table,” he instructed.

You pulled out a chair, placing your books on the dining table. He sat in front of you, nursing a beer. “Let’s start. Where do you struggle the most?”

“Can I have one too?” You were about to take the bottle from him to take but he swatted your hands away.

“Absolutely not. You need a clear head to study. And we both know you can’t handle your alcohol.”

You scoffed incredulously, “I can so! And if I can’t have it then neither should you.” you puffed your cheeks before mumbling “beer tastes gross anyway.”

“Why do you have to make everything so difficult?” he groaned pinching the bridge of his nose. “Let’s not forget, I’m doing you a favor here.”

“I know, maybe I could thank you for it.” you licked your lips. Thinking of his heavy cock in your mouth, the biggest you’ve ever had, it was a challenge to deep throat him. You weren’t one to just give it away for free and not expect anything in return. But... anything for professor Barber.

“That’s cute,” he said condescendingly, giving you a fake wide smile. “Now start studying or I’ll have to spank you,” he warned.

“Don’t threaten me with a good time,” you giggled shamelessly, not really understanding how that would be a punishment, but then opened your book when he gave you a stern look.

He got up and walked to the stove check on his sauce. He just needed to get away from you for a moment and take a breather.

He hasn’t thought this through.

His original plan was to tutor you and get your grades up. So that you could graduate and he could ask you out without endangering his job and reputation. He intended to keep his hands to himself till then. One slip up and you both would have to face grave consequences.

The blow job in his office - was a mistake. Although it was too good to be something he mourned or regretted. He should’ve said no but you knew just to push his buttons. Just like the ridiculous schoolgirl skirt you were wearing tonight. Or how your tight shirt and cleavage left nothing to his imagination.

Worse of all was that fucking red lip. He hated that you had tasted him and he couldn’t even kiss you. What he wouldn’t give for just a quick peck.

“Mr Barber,” he heard you call for him and groaned as his cock stirred at your chirpy tone. He loathed just how far gone he was for you. You, sitting up so sweetly with your breasts pushed up together, certainly don’t make it any easier.

“I’m all done. Can we get on to the fun part now? Pretty please?” you cooed batting your lashes at him.

“The fun part is studying - keep telling yourself that and you might actually like it.” he suggested and you rolled your eyes again. He had half a mind to bend you over the table, lift up your skirt and pull down your panties, even though he was pretty sure you weren’t wearing any, and teach you a lesson. “Careful. Or they’ll get stuck up there.” He tapped your forehead with his finger.

“I meant the actual fun part.” Boldly, you reached over and palmed his crotch through his jeans. Not really surprised to find him aroused.

“Stop,” he gritted as he grabbed at your wrist with a bruising grip. “I told you, we’re not doing that. Not till you graduate or I’ll lose my job.”

“What about what we did in your office?” you pouted.

“That was a mistake. You left me no choice.”

You frowned, “Right. I overpowered you because you’re so weak and helpless.”

“Enough. Now study and then we can have dinner.”

“And then we have dessert?” You wiggled your brows suggestively.

“No. Then you drive back to your dorm.” he ignored your pitiful puppy eyes and sat across you, working on his cases. Maybe that would inspire you to actually get some studying done.

“Do you not like law?” he asked after over an hour.

You hummed as you heard him. Too engrossed in studying, you didn’t even register his words. You didn’t remember the last time you had concentrated so well. “Meh. It’s alright I guess. I wouldn’t wanna go to law school though.”

“Then what do you want to do?” he dropped his pen leaning back on the chair, crossing his arms across his chest.

“I don’t know. I guess what you do sounds nice,” you mumbled making notes with your glitter pens.

“Being a DA?”

“Yeah. It just sounds so hard though. Like going to law school and then being an intern for years and then working for like eighty hours a week...”

“Anything worth having is always hard to achieve.” he stated. Aware of how the same applies to his situation. He wants, no needs you, but if he wants to do this the right way - he has to wait.

“I guess you’re right.” you agreed.

After going over your notes and quizzing you, he was satisfied with your progress. He set the table for dinner.

“Good job,” he smiled, feeling his heart swell with pride. “See, you put your mind to something and you can absolutely achieve it.”

You squinted your eyes, “No spanking then?”

He chuckled “Nope. Not for now. I’m your tutor, that’s all.” he said more so to himself, to remember, to have some self control, it will pay off.

“Oh my gosh!” you moaned as the creamy tangy sauce burst your taste buds “I can’t remember the last time I ate something that wasn’t ramen.”

He shook his head “You need to eat better to study better.”

“But I don’t know how to cook!” you whined.

“Then I guess I’ll have you teach you that too.”

He helped you pack your things up, moving as slow as a sloth. Not wanting you to leave just yet. He couldn’t have enough of you. Maybe he’d ask you to stay in the guestroom. He had a perfectly good excuse, it was late. But he wasn’t sure he could trust himself to keep his hands off of you.

“Goodbye then. I’m going to quiz you tomorrow. Don’t forget.” he said walking you to his door. He turned to see you blinking up at him.

He never thought he’d be so smitten with someone so different than him. All his life he dated women his age or older. They suited his old soul much better, none of his relationships really went anywhere, maybe he was too cautious to actually let someone in. To open up enough, to reveal his true self to anyone.

But you were unlike anyone he had ever met, it was as if you were exotic. So bright - almost blinding. So young and sweet. You made him feel things he never thought he could. You could be the proverbial ying to his yang.

“Yeah yeah, I remember,” you waved him off. Still salty that you didn’t get to do any of the naughty stuff you had planned. “Is there something on my face?” You touched your cheek when you caught him staring at you. Letting out a shaky breath and cowering under his predatory gaze.

“I’ll try harder next time!” you panicked, assuming you did a bad job at studying. You tried your best. What else were you supposed to do? The idea of a spanking sounded more scary than sexy to you now.

“Fuck it,” he gritted as he crashed his lips over yours, grabbing your waist and your hip to still you. He invaded your mouth with his tongue, taking his time to explore all your nooks. Sucking your bottom lip between his lips before releasing it with a smack he pulled away. Both of you heaving and trying to catch your breath.

You threw your arms around his neck, pressing hot and quick kisses “I thought we were going to wait,” you said against his lips.

“I can’t. I thought I could. I’m only a man, you know?” he sighed as he pulled you in, exploring your body with his hands “What do you want to do?” As impatient as he was, he would never force himself on you or do anything without your permission.

“I just... I - ” Your cheeks instantly heat up as you stutter. As naughty as your filthy mind was, it had to choose this moment to betray you. “You know, you know! Oh my god,” you smacked your forehead “Are you really gonna make me say it?”

“Yes,” he breathed, leaning down to suck your earlobe “say it.” He peppered butterfly kisses on your jaw and down your neck. Sucking thoroughly on a spot that made you moan.

“Fine!” you huffed. Feeling his fingers ghost over your inner thighs. “Professor – sir, will you please fuck me. As in put your man missile in my special princess place.” you said in a mock seductive tone.

“Don’t sass me.” he groaned, pushing his erection into you, he put his hands on your shoulders to turn you around, lightly smacking your butt he urged you to go upstairs. “Come on, hurry up. We don’t have all night.” You did have all night but his patience, as it often did with you, was running thin.

You made yourself comfortable on his bed, working on his belt and unzipping his pants. “I’ve never been this addicted to a cock before, professor,” you husked pulling him out of his underwear and licking a firm stripe up his slit, his hand holding onto your head. “I hope you know you’re special.” you beamed at him through hooded eyes. Wrapping your lips around his weeping tip, about to swallow him whole but he pushes your head away.

“Right back at ya, honey. Now,” he laid down on his back beside you as you stared at him, so adorably confused, “come sit on my face.”

“What?!” you unintentionally screamed -in delightful horror. It had always been a fantasy of yours, so downright dirty, and you have a chance to do it with your dream man? You would be a fool to turn him down, but you were anxious, that beard between your thighs would be a bit too much for you to handle.

He didn’t give you any time to think about it, grabbing your hips and swiftly placing you on top of his head, “Oh!” you yelped at the coarse feel of his whiskers against your pussy. You held onto his short silky locks for support as he worked on steadying you “That’s - ” you were cut off when he wrapped his mouth around your clit, sucking it harshly.

“You’re already so wet,” The vibrations from his words sent a jolt up your spine “And you’re not wearing any panties,” he tutted before diving back in, determined to not stop until you’re seeing stars.

“Are you really surprised - holy shit,” you gasped as you felt his tongue prodding at your entrance before slipping in. It was so strange and new, the velvety warm feel of it was almost too good. “Oh, I’m gonna come.” you whimpered.

“No,” he pulled away “you don’t come without permission. Is that understood?”

You frantically nod your head, under any other circumstances you would’ve argued, who the hell does he think he is to deny or control your orgasms? But you were putty in his hands and desperate to have that sweet release. “Please, sir, can I come?”

“May I come.” He corrected you “You need to learn some manners.”.

And you had to supress the urge to call him names, “May I come, sir? Please.” you said breathlessly as he lapped you up.

“Yes, you may.”

You sobbed, his fingers digging into your ass and his tongue working magic on you was too good all at once. A string of curses and loud moans left your mouth, your climax hitting you in waves of pleasure, you held onto the headboard as your legs turned into jello.

“That was amazing,” you panted, mewling as he nipped at your sensitive flesh.

You got off of him, kneeling beside him as he got up, his beard drenched in your juices which he rubbed off with the back of his hand. Placing a sloppy kiss on your lips, to make you taste your own arousal, he pushed you down on his mattress and worked on ridding you of your clothes.

You pulled the helm of his shirt up “Off!” you whined. He was too far gone to chastise you so he took off his clothes, throwing them away before he got a good look at you.

He groaned at your naked form. He had thought of you while pleasuring himself more than once. He wouldn’t even be bothered to be ashamed of it. He thought of your lips and small hands wrapped around his girth, how tight and hot your cunt would feel, but most of all how beautiful you’d look when you were completely bare.

He painted a pretty picture in his head, but really, he never could do you any justice. His imagination could never be that strong.

“Is something wrong?” you bashfully averted your eyes from him.

“No. You’re just so... perfect.” he couldn’t come up with a better word.

You scoffed, “You’re just saying that. There are a million things I’d change about myself. I’m not the one who’s perfect!” you frowned. Tempted to touch his defined abs. His broad shoulders and bulky form looked ridiculously big between your legs.

“I don’t have time to argue,” He absolutely would not have you or anyone else, putting you down. Bur right now, his cock was aching to be buried in your heat. If he waited any longer he was afraid he’d burst. He lined his cock up to your entrance, watching intently as he slowly pushed in “but we will have a discussion about that, later.” he groaned as he bottomed out.

“What?” You had no idea what he was even going on about. His cock was stretching you out “It’s too big,” you cried. You felt as if you were being split in half.

“It’s okay, sweetheart. You can handle it. I’ll be gentle.” He was aware that he was much bigger than average. So he stayed inside you for a few moments, letting you get accustomed to his length. He slipped a hand between your joined bodies, spreading your lips open with his fingers.

“Don’t - don’t do that.” Him looking at your pussy like that, when you were so vulnerable before him made you flustered.

“Look,” he told you and you only shook your head. He sternly said your name and ordered you to look again.

You propped yourself up on your elbows, gulping as you sneaked a peek, whimpering at the sight of his girth buried inside you.

“You have such a pretty pussy you know that?” He gushed before making a ‘tch' sound and stilling your hips, stopping your pathetic attempts at wiggling them. “Wait a minute, will you?” he wasn’t done admiring you and savoring you.

“Please,” you begged as tears fell down your cheeks.

He grumbled something under his breath before pulling out of you, his tip still buried in your heat, he pushed back in forcefully.

You threw your head back, clutching your pillow tightly as his hips rutted into you. His pelvis rubbing your swollen clit every time he bottomed out.

“Can I - can I come?” you remembered to ask him even though you were too delirious to even comprehend what you we’re sayings. Everything around you slipped into an abyss. His groans echoing in the room, his bruising grip on your hip, and his cock driving into you again and again, touching all your sweet spots.

You weren’t sure you could stop yourself even if he said no. But you knew he’d never be that mean. You vaguely heard him say ‘yes' before you let go. Clenching around his length as you slapped a hand over your mouth to keep from screaming anymore.

His hips stuttered, pulling his length out of you, he stroked himself above you. Your fucked out state only fuelling his aggressive jerks as spurts of his seed landed on your stomach and your titts.

He held onto your knee, swirling his cum that painted your skin so beautiful with his fingers, “Looks pretty on you,” He smeared some on your nipple before pulling it between his fingers.

“Ouch,” you grimaced as he released it. “Too sensitive right now.” you closed your eyes, already feeling drowsy.

He hummed “I’ll let you sleep for a few hours.” He used his discarded shirt to clean his cum off of you before throwing it away and pulling you in his arms. He nuzzled his nose in your hair, feeling satiated with your soft warm body against him.

“You have god tier stamina, man.” You murmured “Andy, you couldn’t even last a day. What happened to being patient? What will people say?” you giggled, burying your head in his chest.

“That’s Professor Barber to you.” he smiled, kissing your temple. Even tired, you were still a spitfire. He’d deal with all that the next day. “It was worth it.”

Tags will be in the reblog! Click the link in the bio to be join the taglist or shoot me an ask/dm.

Comments and reblogs are really appreciated! ❤❤

[hepalien]

Shrunkyclunks (Modern Bucky/Cap Steve) Fic Rec

Hate Sex & Hair Protocol by @maddiewritesstucky - Mature, 1.8k

SHIELD Agent Bucky, UST, Enemies to Lovers (in Steve’s head), Humor

They’re all full of shit, Steve decides.

His team don’t have a clue what they’re talking about, running their mouths about the way he and Bucky look at each other; the tension that seems to be at a constant near-snapping point between them.

'It’s called annoyance' Steve wants to yell in each of their faces, loud and one by one. It’s the pain of having to exist every day in close proximity with someone who drives you out of your fucking mind.

---

In which Steve discovers that ire and desire may just exist side by side in his brain.

Stop interrupting my grinding series by @rohkeutta - Teen, 2.5k

Nurse Bucky, Wrong Number, Fluff, Humor

“I tried to call Sam,” Captain America says, bewildered. He’s sprinting like Usain Bolt and doesn’t sound even a little out of breath. Fucker. “Who’re you?”

“Someone who’s watching you live on TV,” Bucky tells him as the tiny patriotic figure on the screen takes the turns like he instructed. Bucky should probably be a lot more freaked out about this, but honestly? After a tour in the Middle East and six years as a nurse in New York, even this isn’t enough to ruffle him. One sees a lot of shit in the ER. “Also, you better hang up now, that thing is behind the next bend.”

“Uh, okay,” Captain America says. “Thanks?”

“Whatever,” Bucky says, disconnects the call and turns the TV off to get ready for his shift.

Save a Horse, Ride a Captain by @galwednesday - Teen, 2.7k

War Vet Bucky, Meet Cute, Fluff, Humor, Modern Howlies

Bucky tapped him on the shoulder, swaying back and forth a little as he waited for the man to turn around. “Hello,” he said, and then promptly forgot what else he was going to say, because this guy was fucking beautiful. “Wow. Good face.”

Two of the guy’s friends, a man wearing a suit that fit so well it had to be bespoke and a man with a cute little gap between his front teeth, started cracking up. The petite redhead sitting next to them cocked her head to the side and pulled her phone out of her handbag. Beautiful Face just looked kind of pained, so Bucky redirected. He was a gentleman. He could take a hint. No hitting on beautiful guys who were uncomfortable with that sort of thing, no matter how lickable their jawlines were.

“Hello,” he repeated, doing his best to mind his manners. “I’m very sorry to bother you. Can I have a piggy-back ride?”

You Make My Heart Skip A Beet by @musette22 - Teen, 3.8k

Chef Bucky, POV Outsider, Fluff, Humor

“I made soda bread.”

Steve lets out the 6’2” supersoldier equivalent of a squeak. “Oh, I love soda bread,” he says eagerly, rolling forward on the balls of his feet like he does when he gets excited. “My mom used to make it all the time when I was growing up.”

The tips of Barnes’s ears turn red, and he mutters something that sounds suspiciously like, “I know.”

more under the cut

Cafe Au Écoute by @littlesystems - Teen, 3.8k

Coffee Shop AU

No matter where Steve goes, there's always the chance that he'll overhear a conversation about himself - or rather, Captain America. This coffee shop is no different. The fact that he keeps eavesdropping well past the point of plausible deniability is another matter entirely.

#TweetMeDaddy by StarSpangled - Teen, 4.1k

SHIELD Employee Bucky, Misunderstandings, Crack, Humor

Coulson, for his part, stares up at Bucky with such a betrayed look of frozen horror that Natasha actually goes the extra step and presses another button, capturing the moment and airdropping the photograph to her phone for posterity. When he speaks, his voice comes out as a hoarse whisper. “Why…?” He swallows and starts again, trying for some semblance of normality. “...Why would you tweet something like that?!”

“If you must know, sir,” and somehow he manages to make ‘sir’ come out with the same inflection most people reserve for ‘motherfucking son of a bitch’, “it’s because I have a difficult time doing my job when my job involves monitoring the man with the best fucking ass in the United States of America.” He slowly lowers himself back into his seat until he’s at eye level, making extreme eye contact with Coulson until Coulson turns away to make mortified eye contact in Natasha’s general direction through the one-way glass. Natasha would take another picture, if she weren’t too busy catching Steve’s red-faced sputtering. “Sometimes, I vent to my Twitter followers. Sometimes, it’s about hot men with washboard abs. Can I go now, or do you need a graphic description of how I pleasure myself at night?”

at first chance i'd take the bed warmed by the body by @spacebuck - Explicit, 8.2k

YouTuber Bucky

This close, Steve can see exactly how beautiful his hands are. He’s never really noticed before, or at least he’s never really had a reason to notice, but the man’s hands are large, tanned like he works outside all day. There’s an endearing callus on the heel of one of his palms, and Steve can’t quite work out when calluses became endearing.

Steve pauses the video. Swallows hard. Casts his eyes around for anything that’ll keep his mind off the hands on his screen, off the words inked into those hands, the delicate shape of a bird’s wing, the curling edge of a vine.

He looks down. The name of the channel is right there, blaring the man’s name right into Steve’s brain until it feels like he’s known it all along.

Bucky Barnes.

OR: the one where Bucky's a youtuber who solves puzzles on camera, and steve's smitten and horny

Came with my cool (I dropped it) by @liionne - Teen, 9.2k

Yoga Instructor Bucky

"When you said I need to loosen up, I didn't think you meant literally."

"I meant it every way. Mentally, emotionally, and physically." Natasha says, and thrusts a yoga mat at him.

there once was a diamond by bloobeary - Teen, 11.3k

Fluff, Thanksgiving

"You," Becca seethes, and hits him with a wooden spoon. "Could have told me," Hits him again. "You were dating Captain America." Final hit, Bucky laughs. He supposes he deserves it, giving her no more information than the fact he was bringing his boyfriend to Thanksgiving dinner at her house and then showing up with Steve.

Salt by littleblackfox @thelittleblackfox - Mature, 12k

Bakery AU

The cinnamon roll is gone in four bites. Four indecent, jaw-unhinging bites, and Steve sucks the last traces of lemon and icing from his fingers with a low, throaty sound of satisfaction. He glances up at Bucky, who is leaning against the counter and watching him with avid fascination.

“Um…” Steve says around his index finger. There’s still a little icing on the bed of his fingernail, and he stops trying to work it off with his tongue.

“You know those movies where the girl eats an eclair or something, and it’s really, like, sexually charged?” Bucky asks.

Steve pulls his finger out of his mouth. He’s never seen that kind of movie, but the thought of Bucky eating an eclair is certainly… well, it lingers. “Uh?”

“Yeah, well that was the exact opposite.” Steve scowls, and Bucky cackles gleefully. “You are something else, Steve.”

Leg Day by Brokenpitchpipe - Explicit, 12.1k

Gym Thot Bucky

“So talk to him,” Sam says.

“I can’t,” Bucky groans. “I can’t, Sam, I. He just.” He fluffs his hair up and stares at Sam, distraught. “I want him to bench press me.”

“Okay, so it’s serious,” Sam interprets. “Got it."

(Or: The one where Sam is Bucky's long-suffering roommate, Bucky is a hot mess of a millennial, and Hot Steve spends far too much time on the Lat Pull-Down machine.)

Art Nouveau by voluptuous_panic - Explicit, 12.2k

Bartender Bucky, Tattooed & Pierced Bucky

Steve's on the worst date of his life. At least the bartender's cute.

much tattoo about nothing by @deisderium - Explicit, 14.5k

Tattoo Artist Bucky

Steve Rogers gets a lot of email requests, but never one like this: James Barnes wants to use his healing factor to practice tattoos.

Turns out tattoos give Steve boners.

No Wonder There's Panic in the Industry by sprinkle_of_cinnamon - Not Rated (I’d say Mature?), 20.5k

Stark Industries Intern Bucky, Team fic, Humor

In which Bucky Barnes and his BFF, Clint Barton, are NYU interns for Stark Media Group competing to be Pepper's favorite.

Or alternatively, the time Bucky assisted the P.A. team on the Steve Rogers piece and ended up (adopted) with a contact list full of Avengers.

Life of the Party by @aggressivewhenstartled - Explicit, 21.6k

Superhero Impersonator Bucky, Mistaken Identity

“You know, kids,” Steve heard from the backyard, “one of the most common threats a superhero has to face is inside an active volcano! We’re going to have to work on your evasion skills, so for the next five minutes, the floor is lava!” This was met by a sudden spike in both volume and pitch from the small children as they scrambled onto every raised surface they could find and immediately launched themselves right back off.

“I’ve never seen actual lava in my entire life,” Steve said, vaguely offended.

“You got a superhero impersonator for The Falcon’s niece’s birthday party,” Sam said, incredulous. “The Falcon, who is an actual superhero.”

Trust Enough by @geneticallydead - Explicit, 23.3k

Misunderstandings

“Saturday. Yeah, that’s good,” Steve says, and actually scuffs his shoe at the ground. Like a ridiculous shy superhero damsel. “Say eight? I live-“

“Yeah, big building with the A on it,” Bucky says, and can’t help a big stupid grin. Steve stares at him, looking a little dazed, and after their whole conversation it’s only now that Bucky’s brain catches up and realises Steve finds him quite attractive. So. Win for Bucky.

“Let me get your number,” Steve says finally, after they’ve stared stupidly at each other for about three hours, taking out his phone.

So they exchange numbers, and then Steve says he should go, and Bucky agrees, and they kind of stare at each other for a bit more, then Steve actually does go, but not before taking Bucky’s hand and squeezing it warmly in a way that makes Bucky want to shiver all over. Then Steve is gone, and Bucky is standing alone in the alley, grinning to himself.

Right up until the moment he remembers that Steve thinks Bucky is an escort he’s just hired.

Well fuck.

The Roommate by layersofart, Niitza - Teen, 28.6k

War Vet Bucky, Roommates AU, Humor, Fluff, Angst, Team fic

In which Steven G. Rogers, a.k.a. Captain America, gets a roommate. Who rapidly turns into his "roommate"—in the euphemistic sense of the word.

It takes SHIELD and the rest of the Avengers an absurd amount of time to notice.

Brooklyn Baby by sprinkle_of_cinnamon - Mature, 33.7k

Coffee Shop AU, Modern Howlies, Mistaken Identity, Team Fic

In which Bucky is just trying to live life and enjoy his unofficial official table at the obnoxiously hipster coffee shop but some guy named Steve stole his spot.

Or, the time that Bucky unintentionally befriended the Avengers and had no idea.

Never Talk to Strangers by mambo @whtaft - Teen, 40.4k

Grad Student Bucky, Slow Burn

Never Talk to Strangers: or; How a Forgotten Childhood Lesson Led Bucky Barnes to Appreciate Charlie Chaplin, Befriend an A.I., Slip on Soap Bubbles, Be Mistaken for a Succubus, and Try to Woo a Superhero.

Sinking Our Teeth In The Heart Of The Sun by fallendarlings @pressrestartwrites - Explicit, 102.8k

Single Dad Bucky, Kid Fic, Slow Burn, Domestic, Fluff, Mutual Pining, Steve has Autism

Bucky Barnes never intended to become a single father at 25. But life has always enjoyed kicking him while he's down and it's showing no signs of stopping. A chance meeting with a brick wall of a guy named Steve in the formula aisle of the grocery store leads to a friendship it seems like both of them need. If only Bucky could remember that's all they are- friends. If only Steve didn't slot into their lives so perfectly and look so good spoiling Bucky's daughter (and Bucky, despite his protests).

Oh, if only Steve didn't turn out to be Captain America.

Steve Rogers is wandering around a world that he doesn't fit into, fighting for a government that he doesn't trust, just because he doesn't know what to do with himself if he ever relaxes long enough to actually think about anything other than the next mission.

And then came Bucky Barnes and his newborn baby.

More recs