#IT TURNS OUT MAYBE I'M JUST NOT A DETECTIVE

[butcher-v4nity]

I don't think I have any weird theories of you because my theories are , just analysis , I guess the fact that you're a system?

When we first met I kept thinking that and wow it turned out to be canon maybe this is why they call me Ace Detective

@sunnywolfer2 uhhhhhhhhhhhh I don't know I'm scared to tag anyone else open tags I guess,,,,,

Reblog this post to ask mutuals to tell you their weirdest theory about u

[rushman-natalierushman]

Southbound

Pairings: Congressman Barnes x fem!reader

Warnings: THUNDERBOLTS* SPOILERS!! NSFW, language, oral (male receiving), hints of possessiveness, Bucky in a suit is a warning itself. slow burn?

a/n: I'm at an all time Bucky high right now! After watching the movie (twice) I can't get these scenarios out of my head. Clearly I was inspired by a particular song after finding the sluttiest playlist i could find. So here I am, blessing you all Bucky Barnes thirsty sisters with filthy, smutty scenes with little to no plot. Enjoy!

“Wearing a bow tie that actually ties when clip ons exist is diabolical,” I frustratingly let out as I pulled Bucky in from his collar, struggling to undo the knot of his bow. 

My back hit the door behind me as we scurried to a hidden room in the venue- away from the crowd. His lips attacked my neck as I only let out breathy gasps, fumbling with the bow tie that clung to his collar.

Following his fairly new reputation as congressman, Bucky has been dressing the part in a strikingly clean and cut suit any time he stepped foot in the public eye. 

I wasn’t complaining. God, he looked ravishing in it. His hair was worn slick back, tucked behind his ears to reveal his light stubble. Every so often, a few shorter strands would fall out of place, framing his face in just the right way.

“You picked the tux” He remarked, releasing the skin on my neck, only to press his lips against mine with need and passion. Our lips moved in sync, sloppily as I remained struggling. Barnes kicked the door shut behind him after I dragged him into the room with me. 

“…and you look handsome in it but-“ Barnes kicked the door shut behind him after I dragged him into the room with me. He chuckled into the kiss at my eagerness. “Fuck it. Keep the damn suit on,” I let out breathlessly as I shoved him back onto a couch that was conveniently furnished in the room. His smile widened as he plopped back on the couch, sitting up slightly to meet me halfway as I climbed on top of him, straddling him as I crashed our lips together once again.

I’d be lying if I haven’t thought about him having his way with me in every suit he’s worn. My self control hung by a thread, any moment his eyes would linger on my form. Whether it was a press conference, or a court hearing- I could only ever squeeze my thighs together to create the smallest amount of friction as he rests his hand on my knee.  

Today was no different. Watching him carry his hands in his pocket. The way he stood with authority and power. To know that he carries a soft spot in his heart just for me, wanting only ever to touch or be touched by me. Granted, being together for as long as we’ve been should have been proof that he’d only ever choose me. His eyes never faltered when I was in his line of sight, and still- I couldn’t help the possessiveness that creeps over when his attention lands on another woman, despite the reasoning behind it.

Barnes and I had attended Valentina’s gala to scope out the event, hoping to find hidden loopholes and/or evidence to bring her down. That also meant getting friendly with her team without being detected. Congressman Barnes was hard to miss. I, on the other hand, was free to roam.

As Barnes scanned the crowd from upstairs, our eyes locked for a moment. I too, dressed the part, in elegance. Maybe it was the lighting, or maybe it was just an instinctual feeling- but our gaze locked onto each other as we craved each other from a distance. 

It’s that damn suit. It makes it harder to focus on the initiative. How could I possibly win Valentina over when he looks as delicious as he does. Our contact didn’t break, until he caught sight… of her. 

I turned to find a woman around my age, following Valentina around like her lap dog. She seemed hesitant and unsure of herself; she’d be an easy way in. Still, even if it was for the job, I couldn’t help as I watched his eyes lock on hers. Watching him play nice and exchanging witty banter, it stirred something within me.

The second he slipped out his card and brushed her arm, adding a charming smile, I turned on my heel and rushed off intensely. Barnes caught this and excused himself to follow behind me. I knew he’d be hot on my trail. I wasn’t upset. I was frustrated. Jealous? Maybe, but mainly frustrated. I needed him. I wanted him. Right now. 

I let my shawl slide off my shoulders, Bucky’s eyes immediately falling to my skin as he trailed behind me. I waited until we were clear of surveillance, heading toward a blindspot behind the scenes of the gala. As soon as he was close enough, he reached out to pull my arm. The force pulling me to immediately to face him. 

As if he could read my thoughts. As if the tension couldn’t be sensed just be eye contact alone- I wasted no time in closing the space between us and kissed him desperately. Possessively roaming my hands over his chest and tangling my fingers in his hair as if to claim him. That eventually led to my struggle with his bow tie. I didn’t care who could walk by, or who would hear in the near distance of the gala. Government officials, Val, her lap dog… I wanted to taste him here in this office. Who’s office? Don’t know. Don’t care.

As I planted myself to straddle him, I let my palms fall flat on his chest, sliding down until they reached his belt. Light, satisfied groans were exchanged. His hands began sliding up my thighs, allowing my dress ride up. My right leg shuddered under his touch as the cold metal of his arm grazed my skin. 

I pulled away to catch my breath, leaning my forehead against his. My hand eventually slipped under the hem of his pants, earning a groan in my ear as I wrapped my fingers around him. I felt him twitch underneath my touch, encouraging me to pump as his groans grew strained.

“Jesus, doll” he breathed out. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you’ve been touch starved.”

"But you do know better, Barnes…” I slowed my pace, causing his hips to instinctively buck in my hands- attempting to feed his arousal. “You know how much I crave you. You know how much I need you.”

His head rolled back as I let my thumb massage the head of his cock. I followed his movements, brushing my lips against his ear as I spoke. “…and I know you’ll always take care of me. Satisfy me. Tend to my desires.”

I nipped at his earlobe as I began tracing small pecks to his jaw, down to his neck.

“Fuck…” he let roll off his tongue as his grip on my thighs tightened.

“That’s some mouth you’ve got for a congressman, Mr. Barnes.”

“Oh, my mouth can work more than just words, Mrs. Barnes.” His metal arm migrated to rest on my hip as his free hand slid between my thighs, slipping his fingers around the laced fabric that covered my yearning core. My breath hitched as his fingertips grazed my folds. “But judging by how wet you are, seems like I barely had to lift a finger.”

As much as I enjoyed the way he toyed with me, I moved my hand to grip at his wrist. “Not this time, pretty boy. I want to taste you,” I uttered seductively as the darkness in his eyes deepened into a lust filled gaze. I lifted myself off of him to settle myself down on my knees before him. “I want you to remember the feeling of my tongue when you so much as smile in the direction of another woman.”

He chuckled deeply, finally realizing what had riled me up. Not that he was complaining. He was entertained, but he adored the way I felt the need to remind him who held possession of his heart. The idea that he wouldn’t fall to his knees for you. Burn the world if anyone laid a finger on you. It was absurd to him.

His immediate reaction to my words was to lean forward and lightly lift my chin to look up at him, causing me to still. Cold metal gliding across my bottom lip as he tilted his head. “She’s a means to an end. Nothing more,” he reassured. My eyes darted to his lips as he towered over me, then back up to his piercing ocean eyes.

“I know,” I looked up at him submissively. “That doesn’t change how much I long for you. How I want you to take me in every room, every second of every day like you own me. Like I’m yours… and you’re mine.”

“I’m all yours, baby.”

“Then let me take you. All of you,” I pleaded, lifting myself to stand on my knees to ghost my lips over his. His metal fingers brushed a few of my loose strand behind my ear before letting his other hand participate in holding my hair up, as if giving permission to proceed. 

As he leaned back to rest on the cushions, I let my hands slide up his thighs just as he had done to me moments ago. I could see the tent in his pants, aching for attention. The sound of his belt buckle filled the room as I worked around it to free him from his fitted pants. 

My eyes widened in excitement as his cock sprung free. It leaked in anticipation, the veins hugging his size perfectly. I always forget how big he actually was. Whether it was the serum or all natural, I thank whatever gods that decided I was deserving of him. I leaned forward and let my tongue slowly stride up his length, picking up any arousal that dropped down from the tip. I was rewarded with a hiss of pleasure, revealing he was having a hard time holding back just from the kitten lick I had just provided. 

I took a few more strides, pumping him whenever I brought my tongue to restart the gesture. I teased him until his hips bucked instinctively. I took that as an indicator to take him whole. As my tongue reached the tip, I swirled it a couple times before wrapping my lips around him. His grip on my hair loosened for a moment, losing control. I looked up at him, shooting a warning glare. I wanted him to take control. To take what he wanted, what he needed. 

As our eyes locked, his grip returned to its original state. In approval, I sunk my head lower until I felt him reach the back of my throat. A guttural groan escaped his mouth at the warm and tight sensation. I hummed, feeling my own arousal start to build. Lifting my head back up, his length slipped out of my mouth as drool fell from my lips. I began wiping my mouth clean until he tugged my hair, causing my head to tilt back.

“Don’t.” He demanded. “Don’t clean up for me. You’re perfect.”

With his encouragement, I couldn’t help but whimper at his approval. I reached for his hardened cock like a toddler reaching for a lollipop. I wasted no time engulfing him into my mouth once again. Bobbing my head hungrily while pumping him in unison at a steady pace. The room was eventually filled with his pants and grunts, forgetting we were still technically in a public setting. Getting caught would not be a good look on him as a congressman, but hell was the idea of it thrilling.

“You’re doing so well for me baby…”

I could feel the muscles in his cock contract, preparing for his climax. Eventually, Barnes took over and held my head steady as he began fucking my mouth at his own pace. He was never aggressive enough to harm me. He knew how much I could take.

“Look at me.” Without hesitation, I looked up at him, searching for approval. “There’s my good girl.”

Just as he was about to fill me with his ropes of cum, a sudden vibration interfered with his focus on you. His movements halted as he gently pulled me off of him. Hand fumbling in his pocket, he pulled out his phone with his free hand. I rolled my eyes in response.

“You know I have to take this-“

“Then take it,” I wasn’t in the mood for interruptions. I was claiming this moment whether or not he had to struggle to keep his composure for work. 

“What?!” His tone was filled with shock as I wrapped my hands, familiarizing myself of the motion we had going moments before. He struggled to fight back as his body reacted to my touch.

“Take the call,” I more so commanded, frustrated as I took him back into my mouth. Barnes hesitated for a moment, groaning in pleasure before he answered the call.

“Congressman Barnes.” Such a formal greeting. So polite. So good. He tasted so goddamn good. “Mel?”

Mel?! Val’s lap dog? Seriously? They only just met, how could she have changed her mind already? With this new found motivation, I felt obligated to make him stutter. To have him crumble as I sucked him off while she listened.

“Mmm yeah…” he could barely form words. It was satisfying to know I held him in the palm of my hand, quite literally. Releasing him from my mouth with a wet, lubricated sound- I stroked him as I placed soft chaste kisses around the pubic area. Moving lower until I found the rest of him, twitching and spasming as they threatened to release. I began massaging, palming at his most sensitive parts. “Mhmm”

I moaned into it, letting the vibrations of my voice rumble against his skin as I savoured the taste of him. His breathing, if possible, became heavier. Ragged. “Yes- fuck… listen now’s not a good time.”

Finally. Without explanation, he ended the call with the tap of his screen and tossed his phone beside him. 

“Oh, fuck- just like that,” he praised. “Don’t stop.”

I couldn’t tell if it was a demand, or a plea. Nonetheless, I didn’t stop. I didn’t want to. I pumped him, my own hands stuttering at the vicious pace. It allowed me to watch as his face contorted in pleasure. “Fuck-"

Right on cue, I let my tongue hang as I caught his release. My hands slowed, but didn’t cease their movements until he spilled every last seed. His last moan came out more so of a whimper, giving into his euphoria. I lapped up every last drop as he twitched underneath me. Before his hands dropped from the hold he had on my hair, he pulled me up into a lustful kiss- tasting himself.

“Remember this the next time she calls, or even the next time you lay eyes on her.”

He laughed lightly, still finding the thought that I had to prove myself to him insane.

“You never leave my mind, doll.”

[Bonus Ending]:

After cleaning ourselves up, we returned to the gala. I subconsciously grabbed a lollipop that had been displayed on the desk in the office. I twirled the sweet treat in my mouth as I walked past Barnes who held the door open, waiting for me to join him.

After strutting down a couple halls, we turned a corner- conveniently running into... what was her name? Mel.

"Congressman Barnes," she stated in a relieved tone, leaving us in a confused state. Her eyes darted at his hand that rested on my waist for a moment before returning to his gaze. "I was just on my way to find you. I thought you were... you actually look great."

I opened my mouth, pulling the sweet treat from my mouth, ready to defend my relationship until she respectfully retracted her statement. "No- I mean, he looks- you look... unharmed."

"Unharmed?" Barnes questioned her concern.

"On the phone, you sounded like you were struggling. In pain, maybe? Or so I thought-"

"Oh, no sweetheart," I chuckled more to myself. "That was me."

I shamelessly place the lollipop back in my mouth as she tilted her head in confusion. "I don't follow..."

I teasingly swirled the lollipop in my mouth in an intentional manner. Her eyes found the candy trapped between my lips as she then moved her eyes to inspect Bucky's reaction. She found his eyes lingering on my mouth's movements before he caught her investigative stare. Barnes immediately turned his gaze anywhere else as he cleared his throat. He nervously straightened up his bowtie that didn't need fixing as Mel's attention was brought back to me.

I wiggled my eyebrows knowingly as I plopped the lollipop from my mouth with the smack of my lips. That's when it hit her.

"Oh, God- I'm so sorry, I-..." she trailed off as she shoved past us in embarrassment. I dropped my head, laughing at the scene that had just played out.

"You are diabolical," Barnes pointed out as he returned his hand on my waist while pecking the top of my head.

[ziyechs]

joe'marr bengals reunion — a (somewhat) comprehensive timeline

1 — “have you spoken to the cincinnati bengals and what would it mean to reunite with joe burrow there?” — “i have talked to the bengals. i don’t know how many times i’ve talked to them though. but, me and joe, you know, i wouldn’t mind going back with joe. if we go back together we’re trying to do nothing but get back our chemistry and have some more fun.”

2 — “i'm really excited for this draft. i don't really know what's coming but, you know, if me and joe could get back to it... i’d love to have some fun with him again.”

3 — “i assume you'd be okay with a potential reunion in cincinnati if that were to happen?" — "yeah, i wouldn’t mind.”

4 — “me and joe talked about [a reunion] maybe like three, four times actually. we talked about it a good bit of times. he texted me this morning, just letting me know: ‘get your bags packed’, so i guess that meant that was gonna be the pick. i don’t know if that was a hint or what. so, he sent me that little text this morning, i was like ‘okay… i'm ready, bro’.”

5 — “what was your reaction like when he was lowkey recruiting you?” — “i actually was believing him sometimes, sometimes i was like ‘stop playing with me’ and sometimes i was just like ‘okay bro, i gotcha, i'm ready now’ so. i believed him this morning when he told me, you know, pack my bags. so that's when i finally was like: ‘yeah he might really be calling this’ so that's when i took his word.”

6 – “jimmy burrow, did joe tell you—he’s always been kind of coy about what he said to the bengals—did joe tell you that he wanted the bengals to select ja’marr?” — “yes, i think we figured that… and eventually… yes, he pretty much told us that he wanted ja’marr.”

7 — “it was like a week before the draft, ja'marr said: ‘dad, joe texted me.’ […] he didn't say what he said, you know. but he said: ‘joe just texted me’, [...] so he had talked to joe like... or texted with joe once or twice that week. and then he told me, he said: ‘dad, if i get with joe, we're gonna kill’ [...] so he was all excited about getting with joe.”

8 — “what was the first thing joe texted you when you got drafted by the bengals?” — “make sure your bag's packed and ready. yeah, that was what he told me.”

9 — “the cincinnati bengals are on the clock now. earlier that morning, i had got a text from joe. he said: hope your bags are packed. i know it's me, at the moment, that's what i'm saying to myself. i can't wait to be a part of it.”

10 — articles: 1, 2, 3, 4

[kafka-ish]

obsessed | a.d.

patrick has a new girlfriend; art has a new obsession

word count: 2.7k

warnings: fem!reader, toxic!art, general nsfw content (18+)

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"yes, yes, yes. god, tashi you feel so good."

"pat," you manage out in between thrusts.

"that's not my name. and you know it." art punctuates the point in which he wants to make by sliding his dick even deeper into your pussy, hitting that sweet spot.

"patrick," you moan again. this time, earning yourself the promise of an orgasm. when art gets turned on he can't stop, can't turn it off. not until he's done. and he almost is. you can tell by way of his movements that are getting sloppier by the second. he's about to finish, whether or not he has a say in it, whether or not he can help it — of course, he can't and now he's about to bring the both of you the release you’ve so been craving.

he's the same when he plays tennis, you've noticed. all that pent up emotion and energy needs an outlet. it's what allows him to demolish his opponents.

and you, at the moment. he's rutting into you the way rabbits do to make babies, the way a puppy would against a pillow before getting neutered or spayed. he's an animal with pure, unadulterated adrenaline running through him and you can feel it. it’s as if he's transferring it to you from just being inside you, pumping in and out, not bothering to fully pull out just to ram his way back inside, not giving you time to adjust. he humps into you fast, sliding in, in, in until his dick is kissing your cervix.

"i'm close, pat. i'm close," you whine.

“i know. can feel it. i am too,” art pants. “fuck.” he isn’t even able to pull out in time, too caught up in the feeling of you gripping him, the heat of the situation — what this new dynamic is doing to him.

okay, maybe it was a little sick. roleplaying like this. but it’s what art wanted. he was the one to make the proposition; you were just going along with it.

patrick has a new girlfriend. tashi duncan. she’s stunning — all legs and elegance. has the ability to take your breath away with just one look at her image. also, she’s really fucking good at tennis.

as if art didn’t have enough problems. already, he’s been skipping lectures to work on his serve. now his best friend was prancing up to him to tell him about the date he scored with his favorite girl on the court.

“you’re joking,” art says with his mouth open.

“you wish.”

yeah. art does wish. he wants this whole conversation to be a standup routine that his friend is trying out on him, wants any inkling of the prospect that patrick could be going out with tashi duncan to go away under the guise of some cruel prank. but it doesn’t.

“i asked her out after her game and she said yes. we’re going to some italian place.”

“which one?” art’s eyebrows are raised. he doesn’t even get to process this information by himself, alone, in private. which is what he wants right now so he can get off to his new playboy that just came in. instead, he has to hear about the details of patrick’s date and how long, he wonders, it’ll take for him to get to third base.

“this new spot in L.A. …think she’ll like it?”

“yeah. that sounds nice,” art manages, swallowing down any hint of jealousy his friend might detect on him.

“great.” patrick slaps art on the back. “and hey, tell you all about it later?” he’s wiggling his eyebrows as he says this.

“yeah. great.” art nods, like he’s as equally into it. like it doesn’t take everything for him to not strangle his friend. he would tell him to have fun, but he doesn’t. he doesn’t want to wish his friend any luck and the furthest thing he wants is for either tashi or patrick to have fun. instead he walks off, making up some excuse about how he has homework for one of his classes and he just remembered but yeah, tell me all about it after.

he’s pissed, still, even after the walk to his dorm. and it’s as if things couldn’t get any worse until they do, when he reaches for his keys in the pocket of his shorts only to realize he either left them on the court or locked himself out of his own home.

he doesn’t go to the front desk, doesn’t bother trying to text his RA to tell them what happened. doesn’t even go back to the court to check if that’s where he left them.

he gets a call. it’s you, his doubles partner. what the hell, sure. he answers.

“hey,” your voice breathes.

"hey," he says, almost a sigh of frustration.

"jeez, donaldson. you good? i didn’t catch you at a bad time, did i?" and you're always so conscious, so observant of other people and how they're feeling, even if they don’t say anything. when the two of you are playing, you're the one to ask if he needs a break. let him have the snacks you have saved. started bringing extras just for him. you fill up his water bottle when it's almost empty. even after having just crushed the team you’re against, you tell them good game and mean it. "art? i can call back if-"

"no, it’s okay. what's up?" and he realizes how much of an idiot he looks like, standing outside his own door, on the phone. hand in his pocket as if feeling around the lining will summon the key he’s missing.

"i was wondering if you'd be down to hit the gym. get some sets in?"

"funny, i just got back from doing exactly that."

"oh. that's fine. we can-"

"actually, can i come over?"

art's question catches you off guard. you've never hung out with each other alone for reasons other than hitting a ball with a racket. you don't even think he's been to your dorm before this.

"oh, um. yeah. sure."

"okay. cool. great. i'll call you when i'm there." and he's about to hang up just when he hears your voice come through the other end once more:

"art?"

"hm?"

"do you need my address?" you giggle into the speaker.

and it only takes five minutes for art to confirm that he’s true to his word. he calls you when he reaches the front of your building and you dash down the stairs to let him in.

“hi,” you say, shy, upon seeing his face. he’s gorgeous, as always. even when he’s all sweaty from practicing his backhand. even when his curls are all messy and he’s trying to hide how irritated he is.

“hi,” art repeats.

you let him in, let him follow you upstairs and into your room where he wanders in without waiting.

“so this is it,” you tell him, a little abashed when you open your door for him, now able to see the inside of your being, it seems. especially while he drinks in all the details of your arrangement: the posters you have pinned up, the way you sort your sweaters hanging your closet, your textbook laid open to the chapter you were in the middle of reading, your notebook that sits on top of it. your handwriting is haphazard, messy.

“sorry, i didn’t have much of a chance to clean,” you tell him, closing the notebook. “i didn’t realize you were so close.”

art doesn’t say anything and you wonder if you should be worried.

“do you want to watch a movie? i just got Bring It On on DVD.” you’re about to go get it from one of your drawers until he stops you. takes one of your hands in his before you can turn away from him; catches your jaw in his free palm. traces the distance from your neck to your chin with his thumb; his mouth is on yours before you can say anything.

and you’re not sure if this is actually happening. if you’re actually kissing art donaldson. this past hour has been a whirlwind but you figure you should take it because he’s patrick’s best friend and maybe this will be the closest to him you’ll ever get.

his lips on yours feel desperate, a hungry attempt for salvation. but also, like he needs this. and maybe you need it too. so you lean into it. let him have this moment. melt into his touch, just a little, though it isn’t especially hard considering.

but he pulls himself off just after you’ve gotten used to the feeling of your mouth working against his.

“sorry, that was… sorry.” he’s shaking his head, ashamed of what he’s just done. his grandmother didn’t raise him to not ask permission.

“no, that was-”

“patrick’s going out with tashi. tonight.” the words come out of art’s mouth like that. a slip. he has no control over his actions or anything he says.

“oh.” you wonder if your crush on his best friend is that obvious; if that’s why art asked to come over in the first place. to tell you. the kiss was just to soften the blow. padding for the inevitable, terrible.

but you also know about the crush your doubles partner has been harboring on tashi duncan. you see the way he looks at her while she’s about to send her opponent into oblivion. the way he looks at her from across the court, preparing for her matches. he’s her number one fan, not patrick.

“yeah,” art breathes back. a similar note of disappointment hangs in his verbiage.

neither of you say anything following the hurt sentiment. you can’t. not with your lips newly attached to his. he’s taken aback at the fact that you’re the one to initiate it, surprised he’s still here with you next to him, surprised you haven’t shooed him away yet.

and it’s different from the first one you shared with him. it’s soft, gentle. an apology and a requiem all at once. already, he misses your touch even though the two of your lips are still locked and your body language hasn’t suggested anything else. you’d pull apart only to say sorry, that was sudden but you don’t because you’re not.

his teeth find your flesh and they bite down on the fullest part of your lip, hard. any more pressure and he’d be drawing blood, you think. but he doesn’t and you like it, opening your mouth for him to thrust his tongue in. he licks over your teeth, wants to explore every inch of the inside of your cheek.

and before either of you realize it, your back is pressed flush against your twin XL mattress. he’s on top, pinning you down, still trying to find relinquishment, trying to rid himself of the ugly feelings about tashi and patrick that still clinging onto him through the harsh action. it doesn’t even feel intimate. this is just another one of your shared workout sessions. his hips are grinding into yours and while both of you revel in the friction the movement offers it’s not enough, still.

“tashi,” he moans. he doesn’t even register the fact that the name he calls out isn’t yours.

and for some reason, it doesn't bother you. at least, not as much as it should. maybe because you both are hurt; you both are using each other. art just isn't beating around the bush.

it made sense in the moment. it made sense for you to call him patrick instead. it made sense to art too, when he hears his best friend's name fall from your lips. and neither of you stop to think how wrong this is. rather, you relish it. this unspoken agreement has you wetter than you ever anticipated, has art harder than he would be if it were actually tashi under him.

and, finally, your hand finds purchase on the elastic of his waistband. you don't waste any time trying to tease him, dragging jersey down with a sense of immediacy. think you'll die if you don't get to see him — feel him — immediately.

you tug his boxers down with them and replacing the feeling of fabric is your grip on him. he's soft, bigger than you expected. the tip of his dick is weeping and it's the prettiest thing you've ever seen.

you remove your palm from him for a brief second. spit in it, then resume the position it was in.

“fuck.” he seethes at the contact. uses the hand that’s not holding him up to trail the opening of your shorts and pushes aside your panties. his thumb runs against your soaked cunt as — “fuck,” — he tries to find your clit to press and rub circles on.

and the two of you keep that position: hands on each other, getting off one another while your clothed bodies are pressed together, finally finding a pace that’s satisfying for you both. this is until art removes his hand from your shorts and takes yours, wrapped around his girth.

“need to feel you,” he groans, almost a whisper.

you brush your fingers against his lips when he tries pressing them into yours all while he’s in the middle of tugging down your shorts. you want him to taste himself first.

and now you’re the one to groan. the sight of his mouth around your fingers, the feeling of his tongue swirling around them, the thought of him lapping up his precum, is almost too much, almost has you coming undone. art senses this from your facial expression when he says, “c’mon tash, just a little longer. you can hold out, yeah?”

you nod lamely but all you can think of is how much you need him. all you can feel is how much your cunt is aching. you grind your hips toward his in a futile attempt to get him to notice, to get any relief you can take from the feeling of your skin against his.

and he does notice. “you want it?” he teases, dragging his dick against the wetness of your folds, though his breaths only become more uneven in doing so. for a split second you wonder if he wants it more and he’s putting on a show, just going through the motions of what he’s seen on porn.

but you’ll humor him; think if he doesn’t put it in you might explode.

“yes,” you tell him breathlessly. the syllable squeaks out in between labored inhales.

“how much?” he’s nudging the tip against your entrance. it’s as if he’s a vampire and can’t enter until you invite him inside, give him permission.

“please, patrick. need you so much.”

and it only takes that first thrust for you to feel your climax building. but you both are athletes; art, especially, has the stamina of one. it’s almost impressive, considering your previous hook ups.

each pump is deeper than the last one, still keeping with the rhythm he’s got going. your eyes flutter at the sensation. the feeling of his length stretching out your walls, eventually hitting the innermost part of your being almost has you numb, almost has you keeling from under him.

it’s not until you feel art’s fingers pull your chin to meet his face. when he tells you, i want to see that pretty face when you finish. until you’re trapped under his ice cold gaze and you realize he’s serious that you allow yourself to cum around him.

and he takes that as his signal. pulls out. jerks his dick as he hovers over your stomach, bringing himself to his own climax. his seed spills onto the exposed part of your abdomen but he doesn’t bother getting up to clean it off, not yet. he makes sure to paint your lips with the residue caught on his fingers and you open up your mouth once you realize what he wants.

your lips attach around his digits the way they would if you were to blow him. your tongue swirls around his index and middle finger and he uses this as an opportunity to shove them down your throat even further.

you wrap your leg around his waist, letting him collapse into yours. and the two of you stay like that, silent. neither of you want to address what just happened but it’ll become your routine and maybe it’s sick but so is the thought of tashi going out with patrick; vice versa.

[marshmallowgoop]

"No effects" versus effects comparison for my three parts in the Yoshio Urasawa MEP! Tried a different style for every episode even if my fingerprints are all over this whole thing, and yeah, I really did put an ep on VHS tape because I'm all about the bit.

Check out all the amazing work of the other participants here!

[kismet-cat]

(You always were.)

had the idea to draw something while waiting for the final secret sleepover society stream of ghost trick to start and somehow banged this doodle out in just over an hour. it's their streams that got me to actually look into ghost trick and play it for myself, so it felt right to honor the occasion. video game good. thanks to jacob and julia for playing it; so glad you guys enjoyed it all the way through!

[hajihiko]

I love how you display creepy stuff. With uncanny expressions, body horror, and even setting. The ship the survivors on must be so chilly and old, you could hear footsteps from one end of the ship and night terrors of your neighbor. Properly delightful.

thank u I try very hard! I think horror is one of those things that are insanely hard to nail so I'm super duper glad

[dravidious]

Step 1: Be able to click a thing and drag it around

Step 2: Create my own Trauma Center from scratch >:D

[imp-thing]

Thinking about this one drawing that I made I never showed publicly when I first got into your turn to die where I drew Midori from taunting Grimoire because I thought my YTTD fixation was distracting me from my detective grimoire fixation and I felt bad about it

[corkinavoid]

DPxDC Ignorantia Neminem Excusat

(Ignorance excuses no one, lat.)

"Commissioner."

Jim Gordon doesn't jump. They are years and years into this rodeo, he's stopped actually jumping at Batman's silent approach a long time ago. Yet, Bruce still notices the way his shoulders twitch just the tiniest bit, and his hand makes an aborted motion to his gun holster. Still got it.

The man turns around. Bruce can see the 'must you always do that?' in his slightly narrowed eyes. He presses his lips tightly together in order to not smirk: Batman doesn't do that, even if it's admittedly funny to see the seasoned Commissioner get spooked every time.

"There's a kid that wants to speak with you."

Bruce frowns. A kid that warranted a BatSignal? Not that he minds, but this is highly unusual for several reasons; however, Jim is not the kind of man that would fall for puppy eyes of any level, so it must be something more important than an autograph session or a victim of any of the recent cases.

Besides, the way Commissioner worded it implies that the kid, whoever they are, requested Batman specifically.

"He is a hacker," Jim puts both his hands in the pockets of his coat — he is either cold or uncomfortable, and Bruce highly suspects it's both. What's more, he starts to understand why. "I'm sure you're aware we were trying to track the person responsible for the few recent cyber attacks on GCPD servers," Jim glances at him, and Bruce nods. He is aware, yes, but the case was low-priority — it wasn't even an attack, really, someone just accessed the system foregoing the passwords and clearance levels, went through a few files, seemingly at random, and did a fairly decent job of hiding their traces. Bruce would have even thought it was Tim, if this happened a few years ago, when the boy was just learning the ropes.

Commissioner sighs and looks away, "But when we brought him in, the boy said he will only speak to you, and none of us have been able to make him say a word since." He pauses, a grim kind of expression on his face, "This was six hours ago."

Bruce is grateful for the way his cowl hides how his eyebrows raise. There are hundreds of scripts officers, detectives, and social workers can use to establish contact. Quite a lot of them could be attempted in the span of six hours.

Whatever the kid wants to tell him, Bruce decides it's worth a try. If not anything else, he can at least admire the sheer stubbornness.

—×—×—×—

The kid sitting in the interrogation room looks... younger than Bruce expected. Fifteen, maybe sixteen. He is dressed like any other homeless kid in Gotham — a hoodie and a jacket over it, jeans that look a size too big on him, sneakers with mismatched shoelaces — but he clearly hasn't been out in the streets for that long. His hair is braided into cornrows, and it looks professional, even if the roots have grown out so now it's just messy. What's more, he is missing that telltale wariness in his posture that Bruce has seen in every other street kid that has been brought into a police station. They always slouch and curl into themselves.

This boy is sitting with his back straight. Yet, there's a tension in his body that Bruce can only associate with a battle stance — give him the slightest reason, and the kid will lunge.

He steps into the room.

The boy — he hadn't given a name, and there wasn't a single ID on him — zeroes on him instantly. His eyes are a very pale, almost translucent green: a rather strange feature for a black-skinned person, genetically speaking, but Bruce doesn't dwell on it. Yet.

But then, the face recognition program comes up empty.

As in, 'there's not a trace of this person's prior existence' empty. Not a single camera footage, no records or reports of missing, no pictures, no social media, nothing. Bruce frowns.

"Hi," the kid says, his voice raspy, "My name is Tucker Foley. According to the government, I don't exist, so if your recognition program doesn't find anything on me, that's why."

Bruce doesn't say anything. Tucker wanted to speak with him, and previously, he was only merely intrigued by that request. However, as of right now, he wants to hear everything the kid has to say before asking any follow-up questions.

Because that always present, cautious and bordering on paranoid voice in the back of his mind tells him he is about to get into something way more serious than he expected.

Tucker moves — he kept both his hands on the table, palms open and visible, but now he closes one into a fist. Although, before Bruce can react to it, he opens it again. A small, the size of a flash-drive, dimly glowing green object rests inside.

"Do you know what this is?" The boy asks. He hasn't looked away from Batman's face once; Bruce is not even sure he blinked at all since he entered the room. Come to think of it, even with his tense, rigid posture, Tucker is too still, almost unnervingly so.

Bruce glances down to the boy's hand.

"Yes," he answers curtly, and there it is, the smallest shift in Tucker's face: he clenches his jaw like he's trying to hold the words inside his mouth. Bruce doesn't like it.

"What is it?" Comes the next question, but it's not curiosity that prompts it. It's a test of some sort. Bruce likes that even less.

"A power source," he decides on a neutral answer, not entirely certain what the boy is expecting to hear.

It seems to be a wrong answer because for the first time, Tucker's emotions slip from under his mask, and he takes a sharp breath in, looking like Bruce had just slapped him across the face. It lasts only a moment — Tucker closes his eyes for a moment, slowly exhales, and speaks again, calm and focused once more.

"And what exactly powers it?"

It's an important question, judging by the desperate, searching look in Tucker's eyes. His hands are not shaking, and there are no visible signs of distress, but for some reason, Bruce just knows that the boy's whole life seems to depend on the answer.

But.

"It's classified." Bruce doesn't take his eyes off the boy, but he still fails to see when he gets to his feet; the movement is quicker than the blink of an eye. All he knows is the aftermath of it, the screech of the chair legs on the floor and the loud slam of Tucker's palms on the table.

"Fuck the classified!" The boy yells, his face twisting in an awful mix of anger, hurt and a broken, terrified sort of hopelessness that almost breaks Bruce from the inside. "I need to know what they've told you, I have to- Tell me you think it's just a battery! Tell me you've never broke one to see what's inside, tell me you believe in science! They've showed you the research, didn't they?" Tucker's voice, so agonizingly different from the composed way he was talking before, breaks into a sobbing, almost hysterical laugh. His pale eyes are wide open and almost panicked, searching Batman's face for something he is not sure he can find.

"Tell me you've never seen one being made," this time, the boy doesn't yell, he whispers, his breath hitching and his knuckles white. "Please," he adds a moment later, and Bruce knows this kind of plea.

It's the plea of someone who is begging for the world to have mercy on them. A plea of a boy standing on their parents' grave, a plea of a man kneeled in front of his son's corpse.

Bruce swallows the bitter taste on the back of his tongue and takes a step closer. He sees the boy in front of him lean back and bend his knees, like bracing for impact, but he answers before any more misunderstandings can occur.

"I have seen the research. It provided enough information that I've never investigated further," he offers, and Tucker's shoulders slump like months and months of living in a constant state of fight-or-flight leaving his body all at once. Then, the boy's hands start trembling just slightly.

"Really?" He quietly asks, his eyes still glued to Batman, and there it is, the hesitant, uncertain hint of hope in his voice.

Bruce suddenly feels like not only this talk will be much, much worse than he ever feared, but also like in the end this will be another one of the things he will be blaming himself for. Things he could have prevented if he just tried a little harder.

"Really," he nods, taking a seat opposite from Tucker. "So explain what I've missed."

The boy keeps looking at him for a few more seconds, like trying to x-ray his thoughts for any sign of a lie. But then he blinks — for the first time, maybe — and rubs his face with his palm before all but dropping back in his own seat.

"Okay," he breathes out, evidently trying to collect himself and go back to the strong, focused self, "Okay."

[ part 2 -> ]

[melminli]

I LOVEDDDDDDD your Thanos “bang bang bang” post and it made me very curious abt how they know eo and stuff and like I’d love to read more about it in general if you don’t mind. It’s so great and I love your writing <333 have a fun day / night 🫶🏻

BANG BANG BANG ll

summary - thanos was always just such an easy person to argue with. you really hated the guy and that was something that was never going to change, even if your life was on the line and it fucking was.

pairing: (thanos) choi su-bong x fem. reader

word count: 1.8k

contains: violence, angst, death, drug use and addiction, dark content - just usual squid game stuff really

a/n: ty so much! this turned out kinda freaky but that is because thanos is a freak so, i didn't really have a choice.

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There was an eerie silence among all the participants for the first few seconds after the first death happened. The realization of what this meant for everyone present slowly sank in, and you thought that maybe the crazy man with all his screaming, wasn't quite as crazy as you originally thought. The real madman was probably the person somewhere upstairs or - you didn't know exactly where, but you knew that they were watching you.

“Don't move!” His voice shouted again, but this time with a completely different force. It may be that this was the most logical conclusion one could draw from what had just happened, but some seemed to throw all logic out of the window as soon as the fear of death hit. It only took one person to panic to set off a domino effect and from one second to the next loud gunshots could be heard, following the fearful screams of one person after another. The participants were being slaughtered like frightened animals in a cage, what kind of sick game was really going on here?

You too began to tremble as you looked down at the floor, dissociating and trying to ignore your surroundings as best you could. You had to stop yourself from flinching when the person right next to you was killed, even as you felt his still warm blood covering your cheek, even as a small river of it started pooling around your foot. You were most likely going to leave a trace of him all over the ground as soon as you started walking again - whoever he was. It didn't take very long for everyone who had moved to be shot, maybe half a minute - and yet it must have been the worst half minute of your life so far.

“Don't you dare move,” Thanos said in a voice you weren't used to hearing from him. “I'm serious, don't make me mad.”

You just looked at his back from behind, with a tense posture while you tried to regain control of your breathing again. Finally, there was complete silence on the pitch again. Even if it wasn't an entirely welcome silence.

The voice from the loudspeakers began to speak again and you already knew that this would be a voice that would haunt you in your nightmares. “Let me repeat: You can move forward while the tagger shouts, Green light, red light. If your movement is detected afterward, you will be eliminated.”

Ah, so that's what you meant with eliminated. A bit literal but no biggie! The game continued, but no one really dared to move a muscle even when the puppet looked away. You then saw Thanos shift slightly out of the corner of your eye and noticed that he was pulling his cross necklace out of his t-shirt. Safe to say, that you could barely believe what you were seeing right before your very eyes. You've got to be kidding me, they took everything we had from us, but he was allowed to keep that old thing? “Are you seriously going to take that stuff now?” you whispered in disbelief but didn't really judge him for it. You were this close to just laughing out loud at the absurdity of the scene, but you didn't.

“You don't have to be jealous, sweetheart,” he replied with slightly shaky hands as he stopped his movement abruptly when the doll finished talking. He just stared longingly at the colorful pills in front of him. “I don't mind sharing with you, you know that.”

You sighed inwardly at the thing you were about to do. You had been clean for maybe about three years by now and quitting drugs of any kind overnight was fucking hard - definitely one of the hardest things you had to do in your life. On the other hand, your life was still as shitty as before, the only difference being that you were now consciously depressed and unhappy, so who cares? You could die every second anyway. “Thanks.” you just said after taking the pill out of his hand and threw the thing as quickly as possible in your mouth as soon as the doll looked away. Yeah, you were the biggest hypocrite on earth, old news.

It only took maybe a few seconds after that for you to feel the effects of the pill and then finally, all the stress started to dissipate. Your muscles relaxed, all the shouting about whatever felt like a soft pillow hugging you and the weird laying positions of the dead around you suddenly seemed incredibly funny. These were really strong pills, you could practically feel your whole body tingling. “Why are they all suddenly forming a line?” you asked with a grin and Thanos just hummed, not knowing the answer himself. “No idea, but watch this,” he said and waited until the puppet had turned towards you to push the person next to him, causing everyone in front of them to fall over too. “Ding! You lost,” he told them while wiggling his eyebrows and smirking after he watched them get shot.

You didn't even try to stifle your laughter at the scene. “You really are such an asshole.” you replied, shoving him aside this time after the doll averted its gaze. You then ran away as fast and as far away as you could so that he couldn't take revenge on you for what you had just done. However, you quickly stopped moving with both hands in the air as soon as the girlish voice emitted red light as if you were surrendering to her. You stifled your grin and pretty much failed when you noticed a slightly older woman standing relatively close to you. “Hey, are you trying to hide behind me to use me as a shield?” you spoke out without moving your mouth much and watched as she began to sweat more after you realized what she was doing. Still, she didn't pay you any further attention. “And now you're ignoring me too?” you spat out annoyed and grabbed her by the arm when you were free to move and pulled her in front of you against her will.

She tried to fight you off but you forced her further forward while she tried to defend herself. “You're older than me, aren't you ashamed of yourself?” You asked her and stopped walking before the robot's face turned towards you.

Number 57, who was still resisting your grip, stumbled a little to the side when you suddenly let go of her. She was about to howl in delight when she noticed how everyone else stood still. “No…” she mumbled out fearfully. “It's because of that bitch! I didn't -” she tried to defend herself to someone as she looked around the room, but her head caught the bullet before she could even finish her sentence.

“I may be a bitch, but at least I'm still alive.” you sang to her dead body on the floor before running past her. You didn't know how much time was left, but you had almost made it to the finish line anyway. You stopped with your back to the robot girl this time and it didn't take you long to spot the purple hair in the crowd. “Su-bong!” you shouted his name, since you had somehow gotten separated while running. You waited until he yelled back with a what?! “Last one there, gets fucked in the ass!” you yelled out without any shame or filter and saw his facial expression turn serious at the challenge. “Let's Go!”

The whole game went by relatively quickly once you took the pill from Thanos. It was actually quite fun, you thought to yourself as you both jumped around like two crazy people with grinning faces, waving your arms around wildly. I know it's not socially acceptable to say this, but I fucking love doing drugs! It was like everything around you was happening in slow motion and all the decisions you made felt foggy, like you didn't even realize what you were doing.

You loved being this person, it felt great to forget everything and just - not think. “I have won! No, really! You crossed the line two steps after me, I saw it!” you exclaimed before Thanos could object to a single thing. “Didn't anyone else see that?” you exclaimed in disbelief as if the others weren't busy staying alive while watching several others die right before their faces. You didn't care about the looks they gave you as you waved your hand. “No, they definitely saw it. I won.”

Thanos just gave in with a heavy sigh and a roll of his eyes. “Yeah yeah, I'm getting fucked in the ass which is gay, very funny.” he just mumbled to himself annoyed, and continued to avoid your gaze, but couldn't help grin again when you slapped him on the shoulder laughing. “Hey, why did we stop doing all this again?” he asked you when he couldn't remember the reason. All he knew was that he hadn't had this much fun in a long time, even though he knew that he always had a great time with you - no matter what.

You laughed. “Oh, that's because you promised me that we'd both get clean together, and then you spent the money I gave you for rehab on more drugs behind my back.“ you laughed along with him, even if Thanos frowned a little at the memory and you started to smile forcedly after remembering again how he had betrayed you. “Or what was it again? Was it something about that Youtuber you told me about…” you mumbled to yourself obliviously, feeling any sense of happiness begin to fade. You finally gave up, the details weren't that important anyway. “It doesn't really matter though, right? In any case, you used the money for something else, whatever it was. Even though you knew how hard I worked for it - hell, I didn't even eat most days to scrape it together, man.” you stated while you looked him in the face, even though he averted his gaze from you. “That's just fucked up dude.”

Exactly. You actually hated being this person. You might not remember it right now, but you would as soon as the effects of the pill wore off, which hopefully wasn't soon. You really hoped it wasn't soon, because you didn't want to be aware of anything that had happened today.

next.

[izadi234]

Forget me not

-Warning: Contain yandere themes, neglected! gn!reader, mention of low self-esteem, the writer's first language isn't English.

Yan! Batfamily x Gn! Reader

Chapters

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5 (You're here)

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 5

"Hey Dick" Bruce called to his oldest son when he saw him in the kitchen while he was preparing a bowl of cereal

"Yeah Bruce?" Dick answered but his attention was still on his cereal

"Have you heard from (Name)?" the eldest asked

"Uh..." he kept thinking, remembering who you were until something finally clicked in his mind "Oh yeah! No, I haven't heard from them, maybe in their room?" he suggested, not giving it any importance

"Yeah, that would be the most logical answer if they hadn't moved" Bruce sighed

"What?" for the first time Dick turned to look at him surprised

"Yeah... They've been gone for a while now" Bruce explained

"But why?" Dick asked

"Well... I have to admit that I haven't been the best father to them..." he said a little embarrassed

"Oh Bruce..." Dick was about to start scolding him

"I really don't need you to scold me right now" Bruce growled

"Fine..." Dick sighed and stood up "And why are you looking for them?"

"I need to talk to them about everything" he explained "And... and apologize to them for all these years"

Dick didn't like to see any of his family sad or stressed like Bruce.

And yet he never noticed you

So he put a hand on his shoulder and squeezed him a little to try and comfort him.

"I'll help you look for them. Have you checked their room yet?"

"Yeah I already checked it and there's nothing, literally speaking" Bruce sighed

"Well maybe you missed something. You're not the only one in the family who's a detective" he smiled and the older man smiled back

"Thanks, chum" he patted him on the back affectionately

"You're welcome, old man" Then both men separated to look for the missing family member

Dick pulled out his phone and sent a message to the chat group he had with his brothers.

In which you were not included of course

Asking for a quick little meeting, that way, if everyone helped look for you all this would end quickly and they could make it up to you. Even though Dick didn't say it, knowing that you had left and hadn't told anyone and adding the fact that he now felt guilty because he paid you a lot (nothing) of attention.

"Let me understand Dickhead so..." Jason spoke "You called us, saying that this was urgent just to tell us to help you and Bruce look for (Name)?"

To tell the truth, everyone thought it was silly that Dick called them, you were a teenager, most likely you were doing something outside the mansion, you would return home soon.

"I'm sorry to tell you this Dick but, I think you're exaggerating" said Tim

"For the first time I can agree with Drake" said Damian "I have more important things to do than looking for them"

"I know, I know, but this is urgent not only for Bruce but for me too" said Dick "And why are you looking for them?" asked Stephanie

"Look..." Dick sighed "They... they... they left the mansion and Bruce Is nervous"

"They left? Why?" asked Tim

"Did you call them?" asked Cassandra

"Bruce tried but it seems they changed their number" Dick sighed

"You didn't answer Tim's question" said Jason "Why did they leave?"

"Perhaps because they never felt part of this family, Master Jason" said a voice behind them, it was Alfred who had been listening to the little meeting

"Huh? Why do you say that Pennyworth?" asked Damian

"Oh it is probably because you just decided to ignore them since they came to the mansion" said Alfred as if it was obvious

"Hey! That's not true, I used to spend time with them" Jason defended himself

"And then what happened, Master Jason?" asked Alfred and looked at him a little irritated

"Uhh... I died and then came back from the dead...?" laughed Jason nervously

"Nonsense" said Alfred and then left Jason sighed and stood up.

"How do we help, Dick?"

Jason felt like a complete jerk. How could he have pushed you aside? You were still a child for God's sake! And yet he didn't care and pushed you aside when he came back from the dead, being more focused on his revenge against Bruce and Tim. He also felt a little proud, proud that he was always the closest to you, even if it has been a while SInce then. He remembers how you looked at him in admiration in his days as Robin, how your eyes lit up when he did a stunt and how you followed him around the mansion like you were a duckling. Alfred had even taken a picture of you following him around. The simple memory made him smile. He should ask Alfred if he still has the photo. He was in your room, inspecting it like it was a crime scene but he had to admit, you were Bruce's child. This room was completely clean and it looked like no one had lived in it for years if it weren't for the fact that the walls were painted (f/c). It was like If you didn't want to be found. That made Jason let out a small chuckle, you would have been a great vigilante, if only they had given you the chance. He shook his head, trying to get those negative thoughts out of his mind and focus on his search instead. He checked every corner of your room and nothing. It seemed like you just vanished.

"Shit!" He slammed his fist on the floor as he crouched down, checking under your bed. "Where the fuck are you?”

"Keep checking their room, Master Jason?" said a voice behind him, it was Alfred who was looking at him with the same neutral face.

"Yeah," Jason sighed and stood up.

After a few seconds of silence, Jason turned to look at Alfred and asked:

"Alfred... Do you happen to have the photo you took of (Name) and me when we were kids? The one where they followed me like a duckling?”

"Yes, I have the photo, Master Jason, but I can show you more. Please follow me," said the butler as he turned around and left the room.

Jason looked at him in surprise, but without saying anything he followed him. They reached the attic of the great mansion. There were millions of boxes in that place in which they had different things that belonged to the inhabitants of Wayne Manor. Alfred began to move some boxes until he took out a specific one that had your name on it.

"What is this?" Jason asked.

"This is a box, Master Jason" Alfred said as he handed him the box.

"And it contains some things that used to belong to (Name)”

Jason looked at the box in amazement, it didn't weigh much but it didn't weigh little either but it seemed well preserved despite the time.

"Thank you Alfred" he said and then came down from the attic with the box in his arms.

Jason walked into the living room so he could see the contents of the box without any problem. He didn't know where to start but decided to grab a long but thin book. When he saw the cover his eyes widened in surprise, because that book was a photo album.

On the first pages of the album there were ultrasound images that started from the third month. There was even a 3D ultrasound in which you could see the baby's face. Jason smiled at the image and ran his fingers over the photo. He remembered your smile, it was tender and warm and always relaxed him after a hard mission or a fight with Bruce.

On the next page there was information about your birth, your weight and height and other information. There was also a compartment in which there was a small sock that would only fit a newborn baby. The young man smiled more when he saw that small garment that used to be yours, he put it back in the small compartment of the book and continued exploring. From that page, there were photos, the first ones were of your mother and another man, your mother was sitting on the hospital bed with the man next to her while he held you. Both adults looked completely happy while you slept. In another picture you were in the arms of your mother who looked tired but no less happy, the background of the picture seemed to be a baby's room. And in a third one you were in the arms of that man again, he was lifting you up in the air while you laughed, the man laughing in the same way. Jason could imagine the sound of your laughter at that age and it just made his heart beat a little faster.

He kept looking at more pictures of you, your first steps, playing with some pet you had back then, eating (although it was actually a mess but he found it cute) and then there was the picture of your first birthday, you were still so small, but you could see the excitement on your face when you saw the candle on your birthday cake, next to you your mother and that man again. He should have Tim investigate who that man was.

Jason kept looking at pictures of your first years of life, your first Christmas, your first Halloween, your first day at daycare, your first friends. Throughout the album you could see how you were growing up full of happiness, well that was until you got to the photo of your fourth birthday. From that photo on, your mother and that man didn't appear anymore, but instead there were photos of your arrival at Wayne Manor.

At first there were only photos of the great mansion and its hallways, the beautiful handwriting that was written in the previous titles was replaced by that of a small child. Throughout the following pages there were only photos of the property and the animals and there was only one photo where you appeared but now with Alfred, both smiling. You got to the photo of your fifth birthday, thinking that it was Bruce or Dick in that photo but it seems that wasn't the case. You were five, six, seven, eight years old and in your birthday photos there were only you and Alfred, that didn't seem to change despite time. On the next page, Jason was surprised to find pictures of him and you, it was when he had just become Robin and spent a lot of time with you, from photos where Jason was training, cooking with Alfred, reading, and even him teaching you how to fight. Even though those photos were extremely beautiful in his eyes, his favorite had to be the photo in which he appeared with Alfred and (Name) at his 9th birthday party. He smiled at the photograph and took it in his hands, being honest, he didn't remember that until he saw the photo again and your smile made Jason's heart flutter again. With more energy he began to look at the album and each time he appeared less in the photos until he reached your 10th birthday, but he was no longer there, again it was just Alfred and you.

"What...? No no no no no..." Jason muttered agitatedly as he looked through the album

He wasn't in any pictures anymore, nor was his family, it was just you and Alfred again and on more occasions it seemed like more people he didn't know, probably your friends.

"Fuck!" he yelled in frustration and put his face in his hands

Did he really just push you aside so foolishly? No... He had to fix it.

After all HE was your favorite brother

And HE was going to make it up to you

He was going to make it up to you for all those years he left you alone

And he was going to find you, after all, he was trained by the world's greatest detective.

How hard can It be finding you?

Hello! First of all... HAPPY NEW YEAR! I hope you all have a wonderful 2025! And of course I wanted to thanks to all of those people that have supported this story even If it has been just a couple of months.

Anyway, I hope you liked this chapter. Personally I think it was kinda short but to be honest I didn't had a bunch time to write but oh well.

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[jinwoosungs]

12/03/24: 04:45pm

lovesick!sung jinwoo x fem.reader

notes: loosely based on the hallmark movie drew gooden was watching and reviewing titled timeless love.

warnings: unedited; canon divergent to fit with this oneshot's storyline; potentially ooc; dark content; obsessive behavior; read at your own caution.

alternate title: your heart belongs to me.

sunlight streams through the open windows, painting the bedroom in brilliant hues of gold. dawn had long since morphed into morning, rousing a once sleeping couple back to consciousness.

the husband was the first to awaken, stretching out his limbs as a yawn escapes from his parted lips. wiping the sleep from his eyes, he trails his stormy grey eyes toward the form settled achingly close to him.

pulling down the comforter, he reveals your sleeping figure with your head buried within his chest. letting out a grunt of approval, he gently delves his fingers into your hair, massaging at your scalp, already grinning the moment you began to awaken.

he was the first to notice the smile that was beginning to spread across your features, basking in your sleepy giggles when he continues massaging at your scalp. "h-hey, if you keep doing that, i'll end up spending the whole day in bed."

jinwoo simply lets out a rich chuckle in response, allowing the tip of his nose to nuzzle against yours, eyes filled with adoration for you, "well, maybe that's what i want to do... keep you here in bed with me for the rest of the day-"

he stops speaking, eyes now turning affectionate at the pitter patter of footsteps quickly approaching your shared bedroom. already accustomed to such sounds, you sit up in bed, already anticipating their arrival when your kids, min-jun and sera, rush into your room.

hearing his children's laughter fills his chest with joy, allowing his son and daughter to jump on his bed, eyes already regarding the way his kids cling to their mother. he rests his cheek against the palm of his hand, admiring the way you pressed kisses against both of their tiny cheeks.

"hey, you guys are making me jealous over here."

sera was the first to move away from you, grey eyes lighting up when she suddenly lunges at him, "papa!"

welcoming his little girl in his embrace, he gives her a series of kisses as well, only stopping when min-jun comes closer to him as well, "dad, i'm getting hungry, can you make breakfast?" sera's eyes light up at the thought of having breakfast soon, with her nodding her head in agreement to her brother's words.

"well, who am i to deny my children's needs?" jinwoo was grinning down at his kids, "how's this for a plan: why don't you and your little sister brush your teeth and wash your face while your mother and i prepare breakfast?"

"yay!" both of his kids immediately rush away from him, giving him a private moment with you. just as you got out of bed, jinwoo wraps his arms around your waist, managing to capture your lips in a sweet kiss while basking in your soft giggles.

"behave, i need to take a shower real quick, then i'll join you in the kitchen." letting out a groan of your name, jinwoo allows you to escape from his loose embrace, not moving from his spot in bed until you disappear into your shared bathroom and locked it.

running a hand through his hair, making them even messier while letting out a yawn. he gets out of bed, remaking it as he places the sheets and comforter in place, adding the finishing touches by fluffing up the pillows and settling them against the headboard.

making his way towards the kitchen, he makes sure to make a fresh batch of cooked rice before making the rest of his side dishes ranging from his famous omelettes with sausages and a side of kimchi. with the table all set, jinwoo calls out to his beloved family.

"min-jun, sera! breakfast is ready!"

he strains his ears, trying to detect any sounds of pounding footsteps. yet... when all he hears was dead silence, concern began coursing through his veins. rushing out of the kitchen, he calls out their names again, voice cracking when he cries out to you-

only to receive the same, deafening silence in response.

the room was felt spinning around him, making him stumble before falling to his knees. his eyes look straight into the digital clock settled in front of him, the time reading 0800 as an incessant beeping sound breaks jinwoo out of his reveries-

"BOSS!!"

sung jinwoo wakes up with a start, covered in a thin sheen of sweat, his heart pounding in tune to the heart monitor his body was connected to. no tubes or wires covered his mouth as jinwoo takes in a deep breath to help with steadying his heart.

"boss, are you okay?! you've been out of it for a while now! i was so worried about you-" from beside him, jinho continues on with his concerned rambles as he looks away from him to see the familiar blue screen of the system:

[ player sung jinwoo's slumber has lasted for 21 days and 8 hours... ]

"where's min-jun and sera?" jinwoo asks in a hoarse tone, making jinho furrow his brows at him. "what? who are they?"

"tch, they're my kids." jinwoo was glaring at jinho, as if silently scolding him for his ignorance. "and my wife-" yet the moment he says your name, jinho's expression remains confused.

"boss, i hate to break it to you, but- you're not married at all. you've been single the whole time that i've known you."

"that's-" yet jinwoo's words were cut off the moment a nurse enters his room. she sees him sitting up in bed while pressing down on her communication device, "dr. choi, patient sung jinwoo has just awakened, come to unit d501, quick!"

jinho was immediately rushed out of the room, and the young hunter finds himself surrounded by a plethora of medical staff-

without a single sign of you in sight.

{ ... }

the weeks pass by in a blur, with his sister helping him back home. she keeps a steady hand behind his back, rubbing comforting circles behind his back, "oppa, are you alright?"

lifeless grey eyes meet with his sister's concerned gaze, making him force a smile as he gently ruffles her hair. "yeah, i'm alright."

he continues the trek back to his and jinah's shared apartment, thinking back on the events that had happened so far (according to jinho's recollection).

apparently, they had entered a dungeon together, and jinho had simply witnessed him taking on hundreds of enemies. jinwoo vaguely recalls how the system had ordered him to take out at least a hundred enemies within the span of an hour and how he had fought tirelessly against them with a single dagger-

only to feel something sharp pierce him at the back of his head, successfully rendering him unconscious.

that single attack was enough to knock jinwoo out for a total of three weeks-

within the span of those three weeks, he had dreamt of living a blissful and happy life with you-

but now that he was awake, he had long since lost such feelings of happiness.

"you know..." jinah's voice breaks him out of his momentary reveries, "jinho told me what happened, and he said that you... you wished to see your kids-"

"i'd rather not talk about it." jinwoo grits his teeth in response, hurriedly pulling up the hood of his jacket to help with hiding his expression from his sister. it wasn't like he wanted to remain so closed off from jinah-

it was the sheer fact that acknowledging how it was never real put an even deeper hole within his chest.

detecting the pain in his voice, jinah simply nods, walking beside her brother while softly sighing to herself. somehow, she knew that whatever jinwoo had went through truly took a toll on not only his mental health-

but his heart as well.

{ ... }

jinwoo felt guilty for remaining so closed off with his sister that he decided to cook her favorite meal later that night. while eating, he saw his sister trembling in her seat, eyes filling with tears before admitting to him, "w-when i saw you sleeping so deeply, like you were trapped in a glass coffin, i was so afraid that i would lose you- just like with mom a-and dad."

his heart twists even further upon hearing her admission, making jinwoo stand from his seat. he takes jinah's trembling form within his embrace, delving his fingers into her hair, "ssssh, i won't ever leave you... and i'm so sorry for making you wait for so long."

jinah sniffles and gives him a nod, "y-yeah, but, when you were still sleeping... jinho stopped by and helped a lot. he stayed by your side and gave me updates, s-so..." as his sister trails off, jinwoo felt a strange sense of relief at the thought of jinho helping his sister.

making sure that jinah was well fed, jinwoo makes sure to send her off to bed at a reasonable time for school. with all the dishes cleaned, jinwoo heads back to his room before taking out his phone. his gaze remains expressionless when he searches through the device while typing in a single name.

{ ... }

jinwoo and jinho were settled within ahjin guild's new building, with jinho looking over the thick notebook that held an almost frightening amount of notes pertaining to his boss's so-called dreamwife.

"this is the reason why you won't let hunter cha join our guild?" jinho looks away from the pages to meet jinwoo's gaze as he sipped on a cup of instant coffee. "yes, because i am already a married man and don't wish to have any distractions."

"does she know she's married to you?" jinho wasn't brave enough to flat out tell jinwoo how insane all of this was, since he still held him in high regard. after all, he knew that if it wasn't for jinwoo, then he wouldn't have had much success in kickstarting his own guild.

which was why he kept his own personal musings to himself, still doing his best to support the man he saw as his big brother despite it all.

"not yet." jinwoo glares down at his cup of coffee, "it's just... i know it's crazy, but you don't know what it's like to be in a coma for that long while experiencing something so vivid."

focusing his gaze on the dark liquid, jinwoo continues to reminisce about his dreams, "in my dreams, she was so real to me. her smile, her laughter, and the way she made me feel- every single thing about her has been imprinted on my soul."

finally meeting jinho's gaze, he gestures toward the filled notebook, "those pages contain every little detail that i know about her. from her favorite color to her favorite foods, to even her favorite books and movies- everything was written based on my memory of that dream."

jinho heaves out a little sigh before closing the notebooks all while sliding it back to jinwoo from across the coffee table. "you're right in saying that it is crazy, however, i'm stupid enough to follow with your whims and support you, boss."

{ ... }

jinwoo had a meeting to attend with the chairman, which was what brought him back to the hunter's association. he vaguely recalls go gunhee mentioning a new healer that would be transferring to seoul, and how he responded in a polite manner, doing his best to hide his disinterest.

when he steps out of the chairman's office, he nearly runs into someone, clicking his tongue as he wrapped his arms around the unknown person to keep them from falling to the ground.

"are you alright?" jinwoo asks, only for his eyes to go wide upon seeing a familiar head of hair.

"sorry, i got a l-little lost, is this the chairman's office?"

it was at that moment that jinwoo felt his heart cease its beat-

for he had finally found you.

{ ... }

heat was felt settled on your cheeks the moment you came face to face with sung jinwoo.

and gods above, he was far lovelier than you could have ever dreamt of. despite coming from a different country, you remained achingly aware of how a single hunter from south korea rose to the ranks, losing his former title of being the weakest in the world when he became korea's 10nth s-ranker.

in every candid shot you had seen of sung jinwoo, he appeared goofy yet incredibly cute at the same time. sure, you acknowledged his attractiveness on screen-

but nothing could prepare you when it came to finally meeting him face-to-face.

his boyish features were now amplified, with jinwoo standing well above you with his lanky frame. you take in the sight of his crooked smile and how his beauty seemed to be further accentuated by the sight of his sharp jawline.

you kept gawking at him for a few more seconds before quickly snapping out of it with a shake of your head. an introduction was felt settled on the tip of your tongue, yet jinwoo ends up further surprising you when he says your name.

"it's nice to finally meet you, my name is sung jinwoo."

you open and close your mouth in response, asking in an almost dumb manner, "h-how did you know my name?"

your question succeeds in making jinwoo stiffen in response, his outstretched hand remaining frozen. his mouth kept opening and closing, without a single word being said. "ah... well, the chairman was talking about you being our newly transferred healer earlier, that's why i knew your name."

you visibly relax upon hearing his explanation, letting out a sigh of relief, "oh, right, that makes sense!"

wishing to diffuse the awkward situation, you let out a gentle laugh and gesture toward the chairman's office, "ah, so, i guess i'll attend my meeting now-"

a gasp was felt lodged within your throat when jinwoo grips at your wrist, preventing you from moving forward, "wait."

you give him a questioning glance, earning a warm smile from jinwoo, "i'd like to welcome you here, so... would you care to join me for dinner later?"

the same warmth was felt against your cheeks, making you feel a bit shy when you give jinwoo a nod, "sure, i'd love to join you for dinner."

an overwhelming look of joy takes over jinwoo's features, with him letting you go to attend your meeting with go gunhee. "awesome, that's... great."

feeling dazed at the sight of his smile, you knew that the butterflies that kept erupting all across your abdomen prevented you from truly acknowledging the alarm bells that went off in your head, your mind slowly taken over with romantic daydreams pertaining to the famous hunter you had finally met.

and sadly, you would never know the true depths of sung jinwoo's obsession for you.

{ ... }

jinwoo had spent months preparing for this very moment-

and once he finally had you sleeping in the same bed with him-

there was no way he was going to squander it.

moonlight paints his room in subtle, glowing silver hues, painting our sleeping figure in an almost ethereal light. the powerful hunter was unable to sleep now that he had you so close to him-

exactly where he wanted you.

his whispers of your name remained constant, becoming so frequent that the syllables that made up your name felt like a prayer that fell from his parted lips.

of course it was like a prayer-

for jinwoo solely worshipped you.

you had come into his life in the most unorthodox of ways, where his first meeting with you happened during a mutual raid that happened when he first began his career as a hunter. he was barely out of high school when he attended a raid that nearly killed him.

somehow, he had gotten lost, nearly dying of starvation as he was left to rot-

life was felt quickly seeping out of him-

but that was when you came along.

you, with your gentle healing aura and kind eyes-

you, whose beautiful features were forever imprinted within his very mind the moment you healed him and offered him some food to help with regaining his strength-

you, who never once left his heart ever since that fateful day.

you became his sole source of light, using your existence as a means to push him forward when he was struggling so much with keeping his own life together (a sickly mother with a sister who relied on him in the wake of his father's disappearance).

you were the one who gave him the sole courage to face the many challenges that came with being the weakest hunter-

yet even when he was so close to death, your comforting presence never once returned to him.

by then, he was desperate to know all he could about you, and it was during this time that he realized that you had lived in a different part of the world, saving the lives of other hunters in gates that were more prevalent within your city.

but that didn't stop jinwoo's obsession from growing.

he kept what felt like thousands upon thousands of notebooks pertaining to you and your accomplishments, never once stopping his writings when it came to you all while praying for the day he would see you again.

up to the point where his fate had been altered by the events of the double dungeons-

jinwoo had never once stopped thinking of you. and when the system offered him another chance at life-

your face was all he could see the moment he accepts being the system's player.

while he performed all of the missions and tasks given to him, jinwoo had no intention of getting knocked out by the enemy, falling into a coma that left him helpless-

yet at the same time, the fact that he dreamt of you and the perfect life you had built together-

it only served to further solidify jinwoo's belief that you were made for each other-

made for him.

and it was only a matter of time that you would serendipitously appear within his life.

in fact, jinwoo had carefully orchestrated your transfer to seoul's hunter association branch. using the funds jinho had provided for him, he manages to find you, paying off your guild all while convincing your guildmaster to keep such a transaction a secret as the promise of your arrival further fuels his desires to see you again.

the waiting game for your arrival nearly killed jinwoo-

yet when chairman gunhee tells him about your transfer to seoul-

the hunter couldn't have been happier.

upon seeing you once more, he basks in your presence, knowing that you were by far the most beautiful woman he had ever laid eyes on. he ignores the need to chain you to him, wishing to take his time when it came to courting you-

because deep down, he wanted you to naturally fall for him more than anything else.

now, six months later, sung jinwoo finally has you exactly where he wanted you. unable to hide his feelings of pure devotion for you, he makes love to you after celebrating being together with you for half a year. after waiting far too long for you, there was no way he was going to ever let you leave him.

had you been awake, you would have noticed the crazed expression settled within jinwoo's gaze, his voice letting out soft coos of your name before laying beside you. he allows the back of his hand to caress at your bare skin, swearing an oath to never leave your side.

sliding his eyes shut, jinwoo carefully places your body against his naked chest, basking in your gentle hum as you buried your face deeper into his chest. hazy grey eyes look over toward his closet, knowing of the stacks upon stacks of notebooks he had dedicated to you were behind that closed door.

jinwoo supposes he could let his loyal shadow soldiers help with burning those books away-

after all, the shadow monarch had no need for them now that he has you in his arms.

end notes: lmao when the delulu is the solulu in jinwoo's eyes ♡

all stories are written by rei; please do not repost, plagiarize, or translate my works!!

[23victoria]

Jealousy, Jealousy

f1 grid x fem!reader

wc: 2.1k

warnings: just the guys being jealous, a lil uncomfortable situations ig,

authors note: sorry i took so long with this anon 🥹🤍! also sorry if this is bad for some reason i was struggling 😓 also ignore any typos any feedback is appreciated and please like, comment, and reblog!! hope you enjoy!! if you wanna join my taglist, click HERE!

f1 masterlist

Lewis

You were at a quaint bookstore in London, browsing through the latest bestsellers. Lewis was busy with a media event, so you decided to take some time to yourself. While searching the shelves, a charming young man approached you, striking up a conversation about the book you were holding.

"So, are you a Ana Huang fan?" he asked, flashing a friendly smile.

You smiled back, appreciating the casual conversation. "Yes, I love her Twisted series! Currently reading book 2."

"That's one of the best books!" he said, inching closer. "I can definitely recommend some more books similar to hers! Maybe if I could get-"

Unbeknownst to you, Lewis had wrapped up his event early and decided to surprise you. He walked into the bookstore just as you were chatting with the stranger. He immediately noticed the man's enthusiastic gestures and your engaged expression. His protective instincts kicked in.

He approached with a confident stride, sliding an arm around your waist. "Hey, babe. Who's your friend?" Lewis's tone was polite, but his eyes were intense.

"Oh, Lewis! This is Tom, we were just talking about The Twisted Series!" you said, trying to ease the tension.

Tom extended his hand, but Lewis's grip on your waist tightened slightly. "Nice to meet you, Tom. I'm Lewis."

Tom picked up on the vibe and quickly made his exit. "Nice to meet you too. I'll let you two enjoy your day."

As Tom walked away, you turned to Lewis, raising an eyebrow. "Is that a hint of jealousy I detect?"

Lewis chuckled, relaxing his hold. "Maybe a little. Can you blame me? He was cleary interested."

You kissed his cheek, reassured by his protectiveness. "You’re cute when you get like this, you know you're the only one for me."

Max 

You were at a trendy bar in Monaco with some friends, celebrating your  movie premiere. Max was racing that weekend, so you hadn't expected to see him. While chatting at the bar, a guy approached you, complimenting your dress.

"That dress looks amazing on you," he said smoothly.

"Thanks," you replied, smiling politely.

Max, who had finished his practice session early, decided to surprise you. He walked into the bar and immediately spotted you talking to the stranger. His mood darkened as he saw the guy leaning in closer to you.

Max wasted no time, walking straight over and placing a possessive hand on your lower back. "Hey, schatje. Who's this?"

You turned, surprised and delighted to see him. "Max! This is Jason. He just complimented me on my dress."

Jason, sensing the tension, took a step back. "Nice to meet you, Max. You look beautiful Y/N, nice talking to you."

Max nodded curtly, watching Jason leave before turning his attention back to you. "What was that about?"

"Just a compliment," you said, smiling. "Why are you jealous?"

Max pulled you into a deep kiss, making sure everyone in the bar knew you were his. "No."

You laughed, hugging him tightly. "Yes you are, but it’s okay, I like when you get jealous. Besides you're the only one I want, Maxie."

Charles 

You were at the university library, studying for an upcoming exam. Charles was away for a race, so you decided to focus on your studies. A fellow classmate approached you, asking if he could join you at your table.

"Sure," you said, moving your books to make space.

The two of you started discussing your coursework, but the conversation soon shifted to more personal topics. Just as the guy was about to ask you out for coffee, Charles walked in. He had flown back earlier than expected to surprise you.

He saw you laughing with the guy and felt a pang of jealousy. Charles walked over, his presence commanding immediate attention. "Hey, love. Mind if I join you?"

You looked up, surprised and thrilled. "Charles! Of course, sit down. This is Peter, we were just studying."

Peter quickly excused himself, sensing the unspoken tension. "I'll see you around, Y/N."

As Peter left, Charles took his seat beside you, his arm draped protectively over your shoulders. "Who was that?"

"Just a classmate," you said, amused by his reaction. "Jealous much?"

Charles sighed, pulling you closer. "Maybe. But I have every right to be, I mean look at you, you're gorgeous. Any person with common sense would want you."

You kissed his cheek, whispering, "You're adorable, Char! You never have to worry about that. Trust me, you're the only one I want."

Oscar 

You were at a cozy café in Melbourne, waiting for your boyfriend. He had a busy schedule, but you managed to find time for a quick coffee date. While waiting, a guy at the next table struck up a conversation.

"Do you come here often?" he asked, clearly interested.

"Not really, just waiting for someone," you replied, hoping he would take the hint. 

He leaned in a bit closer, a confident smile on his face. "Well, maybe while you wait, we could get to know each other better."

Oscar walked in at that moment, his eyes narrowing as he saw the guy leaning in closer to you as he spoke. He walked over, wrapping an arm around your shoulders. "Hey, baby. Ready to go?"

The guy quickly backed off, realizing he was intruding. "Oh, I'll leave you two to it," he said, standing up and walking away.

Oscar watched him go before turning to you. "Who was that?"

"I don’t know, just some random guy," you said, smiling up at him. "You feeling okay? You look a little red?"

Oscar shakes his head, “Yeah, yeah, I’m fine.” Looking at him you say, “You sure it’s not because you got a little jealous?”

Oscar chuckled, pressing a kiss to your forehead. "Maybe a little. I just can't stand the thought of anyone else getting your attention."

You hugged him tightly, giving him a short kiss. "You just have to get used to having a very attractive girlfriend baby."

“I guess I do.” he says cheekily wrapping his arm around your waist as you guys walk out. 

Carlos 

You were in the pit lane, watching the preparations for the upcoming race. Carlos was busy with the team, so you decided to explore the area. A fellow fan, noticing your VIP pass, struck up a conversation.

"Are you here for the race?" he asked, clearly impressed by your pass.

"Yes, I'm here with my boyfriend," you replied, trying to be polite but distant.

"That's great," he said, undeterred by the mention of your boyfriend. "Is this your first time attending, or are you a regular?"

"Regular." you responded, hoping the conversation would end soon.

"Oh, so your boyfriend's rich, huh?" he remarked with a smirk.

"Uh, sure…yeah," you replied, taken aback and uncomfortable with his comment.

Carlos, having finished his briefing, spotted you talking to the guy. His protective instincts flared up as he saw him getting a bit too friendly.

He walked over, slipping an arm around your waist. "Hey, cariño. Everything okay?"

The guy quickly stepped back, realizing who Carlos was. "Oh, hey, big fan. Just talking about the race."

Carlos nodded curtly, his grip on your waist firm. "Enjoy the race."

As the fan walked away, you turned to Carlos, smiling. "Thanks for the save."

"No problem," he replied, his expression softening.

"You know, I love how protective you are," you said, leaning into him. "And maybe when you get jealous just a little. It's cute."

He chuckled, brushing a strand of hair from your face. "Lets go get some food, cariño."

Lando 

You were at a gaming convention, enjoying the various booths and activities. Lando was busy with a panel discussion, so you decided to explore. A fellow gamer struck up a conversation, discussing the latest games.

"Have you tried the new VR game?" he asked, clearly excited.

"Not yet, but it looks amazing," you replied, sharing his enthusiasm.

"Yeah, it's fantastic," he said, his eyes lighting up. "I wouldn't mind showing a beautiful girl like you how to use it sometime. It'd be fun."

Lando, having finished his panel, spotted you chatting with the gamer. Jealousy panned over him as he saw the guy flirting with you. 

He walked over, slipping an arm around your waist. "Hey baby! What are we talking about?"

The gamer quickly felt the energy shift. "Just talking about the new VR game."

Lando nodded, his grip on your waist firm. "Cool."

As the gamer walked away, you turned to Lando, raising an eyebrow. "Really?"

Lando sighed, pulling you closer. "What?! It’s not my fault he was interested in my girlfriend."

You smiled, kissing his cheek. "Key word in that sentence is “my girlfriend”."

Sebastian 

You were attending a charity event, mingling with various guests. Sebastian was busy with the organizers, so you decided to socialize. A charming gentleman approached you, engaging you in a lively conversation about the event.

"It's great to see so many people supporting this cause," he said, smiling.

"Absolutely," you replied, enjoying the conversation.

He leaned in a little closer, his tone becoming more personal. "Especially when someone as beautiful as you is here."

You smile nervously, not expecting his direct approach. "Oh, thank you," you responded, trying to look around and grab Seb’s attention.

Sebastian, having finished his duties, spotted you talking to the guy, looking around. He saw the man getting too friendly and walked over to you.

He walked over, slipping an arm around your waist. "Hey, honey. Would you like a drink? Oh! Who's this?"

The gentleman quickly realized he was intruding. "Just talking about the event."

Sebastian nodded, his grip on your waist firm. "Enjoy the evening then."

As the man walked away, you turned to Sebastian, raising an eyebrow. "I love when you get protective, it’s hot, the jealousy too."

Sebastian smirked, pulling you closer. "Jealous? Me?! Don’t know what you’re talking about."

You smiled, kissing his cheek. "Mhmm, yea, yea. Let’s get my drink."

Jenson 

You were attending an award ceremony, mingling with various celebrities. Jenson was busy with interviews, so you decided to socialize. A charming actor approached you, engaging you in a lively conversation about the a.

"It's great to see so many talented people here," he said, smiling.

"Agreed," you replied, engaging in the conversation."All nominees this year were very talented and impressive."

He nodded thoughtfully, then leaned in a little closer, his gaze lingering on you. "Speaking of impressive, I couldn't help but notice how stunning you look tonight."

You chuckled softly, flattered but unsure how to respond. "Thank you, that's very kind of you."

He grinned charmingly. "So, are you here with anyone special tonight?"

Jenson spotted you talking to the guy. And started to walk towards you. 

He walked over, slipping an arm around your waist. "Hey, baby. Who's this?"

The actor quickly realized you were taken. "Just talking about the event."

Jenson nodded, his grip on your waist firm. "Yea, it’s a nice thing."

As the man walked away, you turned to Jenson, raising an eyebrow. "Nice thing?"

Jenson sighed, pulling you closer so he can squeezing your waist. "Didn’t know what to say without being rude so that's what came to my mind."

You smiled and kissed him gently. "Let’s go check out the catering at this 'nice thing'."

Daniel

You were exploring a quaint art gallery in Paris, enjoying the serene atmosphere and the beauty of the artwork on display. Daniel had left his phone in the car, leaving you to appreciate the art alone. As you admired a painting, a friendly gallery assistant approached, eager to discuss the artist's work.

"This piece here is quite exceptional," he said, gesturing towards a vivid abstract painting. "It really captures the essence of movement and emotion."

"It truly does," you replied, appreciating his enthusiasm. "The color blending and stippling is beautiful."

He smiled warmly. "You have a keen eye for art. Beautiful art for a beautiful girl."

"Oh, thank you," you said, trying to show no interest.

Daniel walked into the gallery, He approached, slipping an arm around your waist. "Hey, baby. Finding any new favorites?"

The gallery assistant reacted quickly to Daniel's presence and backed away. "Just discussing the beautiful artwork," he explained.

Daniel nodded casually. "Thanks for your insights, but we're good here."

As the gallery assistant politely excused himself, you turned to Daniel with a playful smirk. "Oh, someoness jealouss?"

Daniel chuckled softly, pulling you closer. "No, no. Protective, yes. Jealous, could never be me."

You smiled, leaning in to kiss his cheek. "Mhm hm, if you say so."

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[zolass]

Lust and Envy PT. 2 Top Male Reader x Perv Male Best Friend OC

Part 2 finally here, thought I'll feed y'all with some smut after leaving y'all kinda dry with the progression of 'Detectives Attraction' I'm not sure if I'll maybe post another start of a fic or some smut with characters. smut kinda lame ngl bc I also looked up tips for smut bc I'm not satisfied with how I write it.

cw: Cheating, Sex without protection, yes Nathan broke up with Lexie after getting his brain fucked out the night before.

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You didn’t know exactly how or why you continued– maybe the fact that you didn’t want Nathan to be all pouty and annoying again around you, or because he looked rather cute when he begged you for something. So that’s how you were once again sitting on the bed after fucking Lexie in front of your best friend. 

Surprisingly it didn’t take long for the woman to leave yet again, which made you sigh in relief, before you leaned back on the bed, your arms holding you up while you looked at the brown haired male. “Satisfied now? Or–” your words cut off as you still saw the painfully hard cock, weeping precum while he blushed heavily with tears in the corner of his eyes.

A small frown formed on your face, “Do you need help with that?” you simply asked, without questioning, which made Nathan focus on you. Slowly he nodded while biting his lip, in return you only tapped your lap. Your best friend quickly stood up from the chair and pulled his pants off completely after they only hung on his thighs, before he walked over to you.

When he sat down on your naked thigh, feeling your warm sweaty skin against his had him almost weak in the legs while his cock throbbed. You only watched his face, tears in his eyes and red cheeks and slightly bruising lips. He looked so pitiful in your eyes, while he sat on your lap you couldn’t help but place one hand on his waist while your other hand wrapped around his weeping cock, which enlightened a moan from the other. 

“I’ll jerk you off, okay?” Nathan only nodded, as his arms looped around your neck. Moans spilled from his lips as you started to move your hand, the precum making it easier as the wet sounds reverberated in your ears along with Nathan’s moans. It didn’t take long for Nathan to cum, his back arched pushing his chest against yours, while his body trembled.

White cum spurted from his tip, painting your torso and his shirt, as you continued to stimulate him through his orgasm until the last spurt of cum came out of his tip. You can’t lie the lewd face of your best friend sent blood rushing to your cock, which pressed right against his ass.

But instead of a disgusted look– Nathan tried to grind down on it, making your breath hitch, “Come on–” Nathan whined as he placed open-mouthed kisses against your jaw, “I turn you on– you turn me on, let’s just give in,” his lips brushed against yours as his eyes found yours, “Fuck me.” It wasn’t a softly spoken request– it almost sounded like a demand, which made you chuckle.

“Didn’t think you were one to cheat on your girl– especially not with your male best friend, Nate.” You said with a raised eyebrow, “I would’ve said she doesn’t need to know for the thrill– but the way she’s eyeing you, it would be for the better if she knew, no?” Nathan whispered, while his words made you raise the other eyebrow as well. “You sound like you have more feelings for me than her–” “I thought it was obvious– I might be a dick for using her to have a view of how you’re in bed, but now that I have the chance to be the one that gets fucked by you– I don’t see why I should continue the relationship,” Nathan shrugged his shoulders as if it was nothing, 

You were– speechless for obvious reasons, but you threw your doubts out of the window when Nathan placed a kiss on your lips, “Let’s focus on us, okay?” He asked oh so sweetly, which made you swallow and nod, but just as your best friend was ready to get back into action pressing your cock against his rim, you stopped him, “Don’t you need–” “To prep myself? I already did that before you fucked her, because I knew I would get what I want,” Nathan chuckled. 

“Also I don’t think we’ll be needing this,” with those words he pulled the condom off of your aching cock, before letting the condom drop onto the ground, before he grabbed the lube bottle and popped the lid open, to squeeze some lube onto your cock. You only placed your other hand on Nathan’s waist, as you watched how he kneeled above your lap, with your cock in his hands as he was so focused on getting your tip in after rubbing the lube over your length, and as the warm tightness of his hole wrapped around your tip, you couldn’t help but groan and grab his hips tightly. 

The brunette suddenly dropped onto your lap– shoving your entire length roughly into his hole, making him let out a shameless loud moan with an arched back and eyes rolled back in pleasure while enlightening a groan from you as you tighten your grip on his skin. Nathan didn’t waste too much time and started to lift and drop his hips, until he found a comfortable pace for both of you making him ride your cock sometimes quicker and then slower while his hole clenched and unclenched around it.

Nathan loved the feeling of having your cock slide in and out of his hole, reaching deep inside prodding against his prostate, accompanied with the wet squelching sound. You started to thrust up into him, as his legs trembled. Oftentimes your lips crashed together into a heated make-out which was interrupted by the needy and breathy moans from your best friend, with your thrusts and hands on his waist guiding him to bounce on your cock it made Nathan never wanting this to stop– even as his second orgasm hit him. His sweaty forehead laid on your shoulder, as a moan erupted from his throat. Your blunt nails dug into his plush skin, as his hole tightened around your cock pushing you over the edge making you spurt cum into his hole painting the velvety walls white.

You felt Nathan clinged to you after the high ebbed away, making you both heave in breaths occasionally with a kiss sneaked in between. You couldn’t help but caress his sweaty back as he kissed you, his hands on your cheeks as the kiss deepened. Slowly both of you pulled away just enough for him to speak, “What are we now?” He was nervous as he asked you this– not wanting to ruin it after everything. 

But how could you label it suddenly, “Let’s figure it out together alright?” You only asked him, making him nod as he bit his lower lip. “How about another round?” Nathan suddenly asked, to which you didn’t say no, leading to a long night shared between, what once were, two best friends.

[phantomrose96]

The conversation around AI is going to get away from us quickly because people lack the language to distinguish types of AI--and it's not their fault. Companies love to slap "AI" on anything they believe can pass for something "intelligent" a computer program is doing. And this muddies the waters when people want to talk about AI when the exact same word covers a wide umbrella and they themselves don't know how to qualify the distinctions within.

I'm a software engineer and not a data scientist, so I'm not exactly at the level of domain expert. But I work with data scientists, and I have at least rudimentary college-level knowledge of machine learning and linear algebra from my CS degree. So I want to give some quick guidance.

What is AI? And what is not AI?

So what's the difference between just a computer program, and an "AI" program? Computers can do a lot of smart things, and companies love the idea of calling anything that seems smart enough "AI", but industry-wise the question of "how smart" a program is has nothing to do with whether it is AI.

A regular, non-AI computer program is procedural, and rigidly defined. I could "program" traffic light behavior that essentially goes { if(light === green) { go(); } else { stop();} }. I've told it in simple and rigid terms what condition to check, and how to behave based on that check. (A better program would have a lot more to check for, like signs and road conditions and pedestrians in the street, and those things will still need to be spelled out.)

An AI traffic light behavior is generated by machine-learning, which simplistically is a huge cranking machine of linear algebra which you feed training data into and it "learns" from. By "learning" I mean it's developing a complex and opaque model of parameters to fit the training data (but not over-fit). In this case the training data probably includes thousands of videos of car behavior at traffic intersections. Through parameter tweaking and model adjustment, data scientists will turn this crank over and over adjusting it to create something which, in very opaque terms, has developed a model that will guess the right behavioral output for any future scenario.

A well-trained model would be fed a green light and know to go, and a red light and know to stop, and 'green but there's a kid in the road' and know to stop. A very very well-trained model can probably do this better than my program above, because it has the capacity to be more adaptive than my rigidly-defined thing if the rigidly-defined program is missing some considerations. But if the AI model makes a wrong choice, it is significantly harder to trace down why exactly it did that.

Because again, the reason it's making this decision may be very opaque. It's like engineering a very specific plinko machine which gets tweaked to be very good at taking a road input and giving the right output. But like if that plinko machine contained millions of pegs and none of them necessarily correlated to anything to do with the road. There's possibly no "if green, go, else stop" to look for. (Maybe there is, for traffic light specifically as that is intentionally very simplistic. But a model trained to recognize written numbers for example likely contains no parameters at all that you could map to ideas a human has like "look for a rigid line in the number". The parameters may be all, to humans, meaningless.)

So, that's basics. Here are some categories of things which get called AI:

"AI" which is just genuinely not AI

There's plenty of software that follows a normal, procedural program defined rigidly, with no linear algebra model training, that companies would love to brand as "AI" because it sounds cool.

Something like motion detection/tracking might be sold as artificially intelligent. But under the covers that can be done as simply as "if some range of pixels changes color by a certain amount, flag as motion"

2. AI which IS genuinely AI, but is not the kind of AI everyone is talking about right now

"AI", by which I mean machine learning using linear algebra, is very good at being fed a lot of training data, and then coming up with an ability to go and categorize real information.

The AI technology that looks at cells and determines whether they're cancer or not, that is using this technology. OCR (Optical Character Recognition) is the technology that can take an image of hand-written text and transcribe it. Again, it's using linear algebra, so yes it's AI.

Many other such examples exist, and have been around for quite a good number of years. They share the genre of technology, which is machine learning models, but these are not the Large Language Model Generative AI that is all over the media. Criticizing these would be like criticizing airplanes when you're actually mad at military drones. It's the same "makes fly in the air" technology but their impact is very different.

3. The AI we ARE talking about. "Chat-gpt" type of Generative AI which uses LLMs ("Large Language Models")

If there was one word I wish people would know in all this, it's LLM (Large Language Model). This describes the KIND of machine learning model that Chat-GPT/midjourney/stablediffusion are fueled by. They're so extremely powerfully trained on human language that they can take an input of conversational language and create a predictive output that is human coherent. (I am less certain what additional technology fuels art-creation, specifically, but considering the AI art generation has risen hand-in-hand with the advent of powerful LLM, I'm at least confident in saying it is still corely LLM).

This technology isn't exactly brand new (predictive text has been using it, but more like the mostly innocent and much less successful older sibling of some celebrity, who no one really thinks about.) But the scale and power of LLM-based AI technology is what is new with Chat-GPT.

This is the generative AI, and even better, the large language model generative AI.

(Data scientists, feel free to add on or correct anything.)