#We're just chilling and having fun with this one

[mnightseoul]

Midnight Deals ( Yuna x Male OC )

tags: creampie, blowjob, humiliation, cucking, facial

The neon lights of the college party throbbed in sync with the bass of the latest pop songs, casting a kaleidoscope of colors across the crowded room. You and Yuna had been looking forward to this night for weeks—a much-needed break from the relentless march of midterms and deadlines. As you both entered the apartment, the warmth of the bodies packed tightly together hit you like a wall, the scent of cheap beer and sweat mingling with the sweet aroma of someone's overenthusiastic cologne.

You grabbed a couple of plastic cups from the makeshift bar on the kitchen counter, which was sticky with the residue of spilled drinks and good times. The room was a cacophony of laughter, shouted conversations, and the clinking of ice. The partygoers were a sea of faces, some familiar, others a blur of unmet acquaintances. Yuna's eyes lit up as she spotted a few of her friends from the dorm, and with a squeal of excitement, she dragged you through the throng to say hello.

You filled your cups with a mysterious concoction that was more likely a mix of various half-empty bottles than an actual cocktail. The taste was a potent blend of sugar and regret, but the burn of the alcohol as it slid down your throat was surprisingly welcome. Yuna took a cautious sip before throwing her head back and downing half of hers. "It's gonna be a wild night," she giggled, her cheeks already flushed from the warmth of the room and the beginnings of a buzz.

As the night progressed, so did the drinks. You lost count of how many you had consumed, each one a little less satisfying than the last, but the buzz grew steadily stronger. Yuna's laughter grew louder, her movements more erratic, as she danced with wild abandon in the center of the room. You watched her for a moment, the love and adoration swelling in your chest, before joining in, the music pulsing through your veins like a second heartbeat.

The party swirled around you, a blur of lights and faces. You stumbled over to the snack table, where a bowl of chips looked like the most appealing food you had ever seen. You grabbed a fistful and shoveled them into your mouth, the salty crunch briefly soothing the burning in your throat. The room was spinning now, the edges of your vision blurring and darkening like an old photograph.

Suddenly, a hand clapped you on the shoulder, and your best friend, Alex, appeared beside you, grinning like a Cheshire cat. "Having a good time, man?" he yelled over the music. You nodded, unable to form coherent words around the mouthful of chips. "Your girlfriend's looking hot tonight," he shouted, nodding towards the dance floor where Yuna was gyrating with a group of her friends.

A rush of pride mixed with the haze of alcohol. "Yeah, she's amazing," you managed to reply, your voice slurred. Alex leaned in closer, his breath reeking of beer. "Seriously, she's smoking." The compliment washed over you like a warm wave, and you felt a strange mix of affection for him and possessiveness over Yuna. You shot a playful glare his way.

But then, his smile took a sharp turn, and his eyes glinted with something else. He leaned in even closer, his voice a conspiratorial whisper. "Wanna trade for a night?" he asked, his grin wicked. "Yeji's not here right now, but if you let me have a go with Yuna, I'll let you sleep with her." You paused, the chips in your mouth momentarily forgotten. The proposal was ludicrous, but there was a strange temptation in his words. Yeji was one of those girls who seemed untouchable—beautiful, exotic, and always just out of reach.

You felt a cold chill down your spine, the kind that sobered you up a bit. "What the hell are you talking about?" you spat, your hand balling into a fist. "That's not funny, man." But Alex's expression remained unchanged, his eyes boring into yours, challenging you. "Come on, it's just a bit of fun," he insisted, his tone low and persuasive. "We're all adults here. Live a little."

Before you could respond, he pulled out his phone and began swiping through his photos. The screen filled with videos, each one a little more explicit than the last. You watched, horrified and yet fascinated, as he showed you clips of him and Yeji in various states of undress, her body contorted in ways that seemed impossible. The images blurred together, a carnival of flesh and passion that you couldn't tear your eyes away from. Your heart raced, a mix of curiosity and arousal coursing through you. You had no idea what to say, the room spinning even faster now.

Alex must have seen the internal struggle playing out across your features because his grin grew even wider. "You know you want to," he said, his voice smooth as honey. "It's not like it's cheating if everyone agrees, right?" He leaned in closer, his words hot on your ear. "Think about it. You get to experience something new, something wild, and Yuna gets to have her own adventure. Who knows, maybe you'll even like it."

You pondered over his proposal, the alcohol muddling your judgment. On one hand, the idea was absurd, disrespectful even. But on the other, there was an undeniable allure to the taboo. Yeji was the kind of girl that made heads turn, and the thought of being with her was like a siren's call. But what about Yuna? Would she even consider it? Would she be hurt? Angry? The more you thought about it, the more your head spun. You took a deep breath and tried to push the thoughts away.

But the devil on your shoulder whispered louder than the angel, and you couldn't resist. You turned to Alex, the heat of the room seeming to intensify. "Okay," you slurred, your voice betraying the excitement and fear that surged within you. "But only if you can convince Yuna to do it." You felt a rush of adrenaline as the words left your mouth. It was as if you had just tossed a match into a dry field and were watching the flames dance in the wind.

Alex's grin grew even wider as he nodded and disappeared into the crowd. Your heart pounded in your chest, a mix of exhilaration and trepidation. You stumbled back to the couch, trying to calm yourself. This was crazy. What were you thinking? But the alcohol had loosened your inhibitions, and the memory of the videos played on a loop in your mind's eye.

You saw Yuna across the room, her hair flying as she danced with her friends. She looked so alive, so free. You had to admit, the idea of seeing her with Alex was… interesting. You took another swig of your drink, the burning liquid doing little to quell the fire in your belly. What would she think? Would she be into it? The doubt gnawed at you, but the excitement grew stronger with each beat of the music.

Minutes ticked by, stretching into hours that felt like an eternity. The party swelled around you, a tapestry of sounds and colors that seemed to pulse in time with your racing thoughts. And then, out of the corner of your eye, you saw Alex approaching, his gait slightly unsteady. His grin had grown, if that was even possible. "I talked to her," he shouted over the music, his hand clamping down on your shoulder. "She's down."

Your stomach flipped, a mix of anticipation and dread. This was really happening. You tried to stand, but your legs felt like jelly. Alex noticed your hesitation and laughed. "Don't worry," he said, slapping you on the back. "I'll go get her." He disappeared into the crowd again, leaving you to contemplate the gravity of what was about to unfold.

When they emerged, Yuna's cheeks were flushed, and she looked at you with a curious expression—part excitement, part confusion. Alex leaned in and whispered something in her ear, and her eyes went wide. Then, she looked at you, searching for confirmation. You nodded, still not fully understanding the decision you had made. She took your hand, her grip firm and reassuring, and led you both to a quieter corner of the party.

You stumbled down the hallway, the walls seeming to close in on you with every step. Finally, you found an unoccupied bedroom, the door slightly ajar. The room was dimly lit by the glow of a lava lamp, casting shadows across the unmade bed. Yuna pushed the door open, and the three of you tumbled inside, the music from the party muffled by the thickness of the walls.

Alex turned to you, his eyes gleaming with a mix of excitement and challenge. "You can watch, but don't join in," he said firmly. "I don't do threesomes." The words hung in the air, a stark reminder that this was his show now. You nodded, unsure if you were relieved or disappointed. You didn't know if you could go through with it, but the idea of watching was somehow less daunting.

Yuna looked at you with a question in her eyes, and you gave her a reassuring smile, trying to convey that you were okay with this. She returned it, though it was tinged with nerves. The room was hot and stuffy, the air thick with the scent of alcohol and desire. Alex began to kiss her, his hands roaming over her body with a familiarity that made your stomach clench. You felt like a spectator at a play you hadn't signed up to see, but there was a strange fascination in watching the scene unfold.

Yuna's hands found their way to Alex's belt, her movements slow and deliberate. He moaned into her mouth as she unbuckled his pants, pulling him closer. You sat on the edge of the bed, your heart pounding like a drum in your chest. The sight of your girlfriend with another man was both thrilling and terrifying, a heady mix of emotions that you had never felt before.

As Alex's hands began to unbutton Yuna's shirt, exposing her lacy black bra, you couldn't help but feel a twinge of jealousy. But it was quickly overshadowed by a burning curiosity, the kind that made you want to see more. You watched, transfixed, as she unhooked the clasp and let the fabric fall away, revealing her perfect breasts. Her skin was glowing in the soft light, and she looked more beautiful than you had ever seen her.

Their kisses grew more passionate, tongues dancing together as they tugged at each other's clothes. Yuna's hands found Alex's chest, her nails digging in as she pulled his shirt over his head. His muscles rippled in the dim light, and you felt a strange pang of longing. You had never seen her look at anyone else the way she was looking at him now���hungry, desperate. It was intoxicating.

Alex laid her down on the bed, his weight pressing her into the mattress. You watched as he kissed a trail down her neck, his teeth grazing her collarbone. Yuna's eyes rolled back, and she let out a soft gasp. You could see the outline of his erection through his boxers, and the sight sent a jolt of electricity through you. Your own arousal grew, the blood rushing to your groin. You didn't know if it was because of the situation or because you were just that drunk, but you couldn't look away.

Yuna reached down and slid Alex's boxers off, her hand wrapping around his shaft. She began to stroke him, her movements slow and deliberate. His eyes closed, and he threw his head back with a groan. The sound was like a siren's call, beckoning you closer. You leaned in, your breathing shallow, watching as she brought him to full arousal. The sight was mesmerizing, and you felt your own pants growing tight.

Alex returned the favor, his fingers tracing the waistband of Yuna's jeans before unbuttoning and unzipping them. He slid them down her legs, revealing the matching black lace panties that left little to the imagination. His thumbs hooked under the elastic, and with a gentle tug, they were gone, leaving her bare and exposed. The room felt charged with sexual tension, like the air before a thunderstorm.

Yuna's eyes remained on you as Alex positioned himself between her thighs, his hand moving to stroke her gently. You could see the question in her gaze, the silent plea for reassurance. You gave her a nod, and she bit her bottom lip, her body arching slightly as he touched her. The sight of her enjoying another man's touch sent a jolt of arousal through you that was unlike anything you had ever felt before.

Alex leaned in, kissing Yuna deeply as his fingers found her wetness. You watched as he teased her, his thumb circling her clit while he slipped a finger inside her. The sounds of their passion grew louder, mixing with the muffled beats of the party outside. You could feel your own erection straining against your jeans, and the urge to touch yourself was almost overwhelming.

Yuna's hands moved to Alex's shoulders, gripping tightly as he worked her closer to the edge. Her breaths grew shallow, her hips bucking against his hand. You realized that you were holding your own breath, your body tense with anticipation. Then, without warning, she came, her back arching off the bed and a keening cry escaping her lips. It was the most erotic thing you had ever seen.

Alex pulled away from the kiss, a smug look on his face, and turned to you. "Look at her," he said, his voice thick with lust. "Look how much she wants this." You couldn't argue with that; Yuna's eyes were glazed with pleasure, and she was biting her lip to keep from crying out.

Without another word, he positioned himself at her entrance and pushed inside. Yuna gasped, her nails digging into the sheets as he filled her completely. You felt a strange mix of emotions excitement, arousal, and a twinge of pain that was almost indistinguishable from jealousy. But as he began to move, you couldn't deny the raw beauty of it. The way her body moved with his, the way she moaned with each stroke it was mesmerizing.

You reached down and unzipped your own pants, freeing your erection. You began to stroke yourself in time with their rhythm, the sight of them together pushing you closer and closer to the edge. Yuna's eyes flicked to you, her gaze locking onto yours as Alex took her. The connection was intense, a silent communication that spoke of love and lust and trust.

Alex picked up the pace, fucking Yuna like a rag doll. Each thrust was punctuated by her gasps, her body bouncing with the force of his movements. You watched as he took her, his muscles flexing with each plunge. It was like watching a car crash—you couldn't look away, even though part of you wanted to. You felt a strange mix of emotions—arousal, yes, but also a fierce protectiveness. This was your girlfriend, and she was being used in a way that you hadn't quite anticipated.

But then, she opened her mouth, and the words that spilled out were anything but innocent. "Fuck me harder," she begged, her voice raw with lust. "Make me scream." Alex complied, his hips slamming into hers with a ferocity that made the bed shake. "You like that, don't you?" he growled, his eyes locked on hers. "You like having me inside you?"

Yuna's only response was a breathless nod, her eyes glazed with pleasure. "Yes," she moaned, her voice a sultry whisper that seemed to echo in the small room. "Oh God, yes." The dirty talk grew more intense, their words a symphony of passion that seemed to fill the air. "You're so tight," Alex grunted, his strokes growing deeper. "You feel amazing."

Yuna's legs wrapped around his waist, her heels digging into his back as she urged him on. "Don't stop," she pleaded, her nails leaving red marks on his skin. "I want more." The sight of her like this, lost in the throes of passion with someone else, was both exhilarating and unsettling. You felt like an intruder in your own relationship, yet you couldn't look away.

Alex leaned down, his breath hot against her ear. "Beg me to cum inside you," he whispered, his voice low and commanding. Yuna's eyes snapped to yours, the question in them clear. You nodded, the alcohol making your decision-making process feel like you were underwater. She swallowed hard and then, with a look of pure wantonness, she did as he asked.

"Please, Alex," she whimpered, her voice trembling with desire. "I want you to cum inside me. Right in front of him." You watched as she tightened her legs around his waist, her hips grinding against him. "Fuck me so hard that he can feel it."

The words hit you like a punch to the gut, but instead of pain, you felt a surge of arousal. You had never seen Yuna like this before—so raw, so uninhibited. It was as if the alcohol had stripped away her inhibitions and laid bare her deepest desires. You could feel your own orgasm building, your hand moving faster over your shaft.

Alex took her at her word, his thrusts growing more frantic, more demanding. You watched as he buried himself inside her, his muscles tensing with the effort. Yuna's eyes never left yours, the connection between you both electric. She was giving herself to him, and yet, she was offering you something more—a glimpse into a side of her you had never seen.

With a final, guttural groan, Alex came, his release filling Yuna completely. She let out a shuddering breath, her body going slack. For a moment, the room was silent, save for the heavy panting of the two on the bed. Then, the music from the party outside crashed back in, a stark reminder that the world hadn't stopped spinning.

Alex pulled out, and without missing a beat, he looked at Yuna, his eyes gleaming with a wickedness that sent a shiver down your spine. "Now, clean me up," he instructed, his voice still thick with arousal. She nodded, her eyes never leaving yours as she sat up and took him into her mouth. You watched, your hand still moving on your own erection, the sight of her pleasuring him like a drug.

He leaned back against the headboard, his eyes half-closed with pleasure. "Mm, that's good," he murmured. He turned to you, his grin turning wicked. "I'll give Yeji a call tomorrow and tell her about our little arrangement," he said, his hand moving to the back of Yuna's head, guiding her movements.

You nodded, unable to find the words to protest. The sight of Yuna's lips wrapped around Alex's cock was too much. You watched as he played with her tits, squeezing and pinching her nipples as she bobbed up and down. Her eyes were on you the whole time, filled with a mix of lust and something else—something you couldn't quite place.

As Alex grew closer to climax, you felt your own body responding. Your hand moved faster, the friction of your palm against your skin almost painful. You could feel the heat building in your balls, the tension coiling tighter and tighter.

Then, with a final, powerful thrust, Alex pulled out of Yuna's mouth, his cum spurting out in thick ropes that arced through the air and painted her face and chest. Yuna's eyes widened, but she didn't pull away. Instead, she leaned into it, letting him cover her in his release. It was a moment of pure, unbridled lust, and you couldn't tear your gaze away.

The sight was too much for you to bear. With a grunt, you came too, your own cum splattering onto the floor between your feet. The sensation was overwhelming, the pressure that had been building for what felt like an eternity finally released in a hot, sticky mess. Your body shuddered with the intensity of your climax, and you felt a strange sense of relief mingled with embarrassment.

Alex chuckled, watching you with a smug look on his face. He reached down and grabbed Yuna's chin, tilting her face up so that his cock was in line with her mouth again. "Open wide," he said, his voice dripping with satisfaction. She did as she was told, her eyes never leaving yours as he rubbed his still-hard length across her face, smearing his cum over her cheeks and nose.

You felt a strange mix of emotions—humiliation, arousal, and something else you couldn't quite put your finger on. The act was so degrading, so animalistic, and yet there was a part of you that couldn't look away. It was like watching a scene from a porn movie, but this was real, and it was happening right in front of you.

Alex chuckled, his eyes never leaving yours as he continued to rub his cock on Yuna's face. Her cheeks were sticky with his cum, and her eyes were filled with a mix of lust and submission. You could see the way she was fighting to maintain eye contact, her own desires warring with what you had just witnessed.

After a moment that felt like an eternity, Alex stood up and began to dress. His movements were lazy and deliberate, as if he was savoring every second of his victory. He wiped his hand on the bedspread and turned to you, his smile never wavering. "I'll call you tomorrow about the arrangement," he said, his voice low and smug. "We'll figure out the details then."

Yuna remained on the bed, her legs still trembling slightly. She didn't move as Alex zipped up his pants and pulled on his shirt, the fabric sticking to his sweaty skin. You couldn't tell if it was from the exertion of the act or the humiliation of what had just transpired.

Once Alex was fully dressed, he leaned down and kissed her forehead, leaving the smears of his cum on her skin. "Good girl," he murmured, his voice softer than you had ever heard it. Then, without another word, he was gone, the door clicking shut behind him.

[every-sanji]

[averlym]

fairest of the fair

[wolfwarrior142]

There's more than one staff like Viren's???!??!?!??!?!

Also at first I was like "Aww Sneezles is on Rayla's shoulder this time." Until I realized this looks like the area they're standing in at the beginning of the trailer. THAT is why Callum doesn't have Sneezles or his staff. FEAR.

[the-eclectic-wonderer]

I've been replaying Professor Layton and the Curious Village and I had honestly forgotten how fucking funny this game is. None of these villagers are even remotely close to normalcy but Luke and Layton barely comment on it. They get shut off from the outside world and they carry on as if nothing's wrong. They get pursued and almost killed by a Ferris Wheel. Luke has no chill and no mercy and he's here to solve mysteries, not make friends. They don't even get beds in their rooms at the inn. It is hilarious.

[unproduciblesmackdown]

jareddd 😭 alanaaa (from jane clifford / jane.clifford.jaam instagram)

[necrotic-nephilim]

WOAH Bruce not only feeding that assumption in steph but planting the seed of it by saying something about Jason while he’s behind her and they’re looking at the memorial case together. Like this being after a build up of like you said him being harsh with her training “you didn’t match those fingerprints fast enough they could’ve matched 50 in 40 seconds you took almost twice that” but being kind while he’s physically touching her. Bruce standing behind steph, not to the side but directly behind, with his hand on her shoulder and the hand drops down to squeeze her arms and steph looks down at it and turns around and kisses him. I think if steph sent a post coitus pic to Bruce he wouldn’t even get mad he’d just get horny thinking about them together. Thank you for the photo steph can I get one in your robin costumes next time

(based on this post and this post) oh my god. your vision anon. i was going to just build off of this with headcanons but the scene you described i cannot get out of my head so uh have a fic that's 6k and far longer than it should've been with vanilla sex that somehow is very dead dove anyway, also crossposted on ao3. ily i would guard you with my life- <3

When Stephanie thought about Bruce, she remembered skin that tasted like salt and brimstone. She remembered warm hands that held her more gently than she'd probably ever be held again. She remembered a cold voice that was more cruel to her than anyone had ever been.

Which, given who her father was, Stephanie personally found that to be a pretty fucking impressive feat.

She remembered a lot of things about Bruce. So many memories sat on her tongue and threatened to spill out whenever she opened her mouth.

Memories like Bruce's hand on her shoulder, giving her another lesson she never got to use before dying.

"You didn't match those fingerprints fast enough," Bruce said. He was unforgiving, and Stephanie didn't have to be looking at him to know his features were painted in disappointment. She scowled and focused harder on the slides in front of her, ignoring him. When she didn't answer, he twisted the knife deeper. "Tim could've matched almost fifty in forty seconds. You took twice that."

It was always Tim being dangled like a carrot in front of Stephanie's face. So many times had Stephanie wanted to twist around and snap at Bruce that he wasn't the only one who lost someone when Tim had to quit being Robin. Bruce wasn't the only one with a gaping hole in his chest that couldn't be filled.

At least Bruce had Stephanie trying to fill his loss. It wasn't like anyone had stepped up for her.

Stephanie's grip on a fingerprint slide tightened until she was sure the glass would crack. "Did Tim have you breathing down his neck the whole time, making unnecessary commentary?" Her snark could cost her this role she fought so hard for.

After hours of useless training that didn't even involve punching things, Stephanie wasn't sure if she cared about that.

It took a silent, brooding moment before Bruce answered. "In the field, you won't always be afforded an undisturbed working space. But you also can't tune out distractions that could cost your life."

If she could, Stephanie would punch Bruce. If she thought her fist had the slightest chance of actually connecting with his face before he dodged or deflected it, there would already be a satisfying crunch of bone against bone echoing through the cave. Just the mental image of it made Stephanie almost smile.

She took a slow breath.

"Point taken," Stephanie said carefully. She set the glass slide down, flexing her hand that still itched for violence. Another cruel comment was on her lips when Bruce's hand started massaging her shoulder. The touch was so gentle it forced tension out of her muscles, and Stephanie sighed. "Are we done?"

"No," Bruce was icy, lacking any emotion. "We need to go over your lackluster decoding skills again." His other hand came to rest on her other shoulder, massaging in tandem. It was an electric touch she wanted to lean into.

"For fuck's sake!" Stephanie threw her hands up, then dropped her head into them, rubbing her temples. "What has it been, four hours? We haven't even eaten."

The shadow Bruce cast over her just seemed to grow, engulfing every inch of Stephanie's existence. "This job isn't one that comes with luxuries. And it's a job you asked for," he reminded her. His thumbs were working into Stephanie's neck, perfectly pressing out a stiffness she'd been harboring for weeks. She couldn't stop herself from pressing into the touch. "If you lose even once... you lose things you can't afford to lose. Things I can't afford to lose."

Stephanie looked up from the desk. Her gaze snagged on the memorial case that loomed over her every time she walked into the case. The name that was carefully carved into the plate at the bottom of a boy she never even got to know.

Because he was what Bruce lost.

"You're not going to lose me." Stephanie turned her head to face Bruce, giving him a much kinder look than she'd been wearing just seconds ago. One of Bruce's hands drifted down to hold her bicep. "You know that, right? I know what you've already lost, but I can be better than that."

It was gently possessive. Like, at any moment, she could evaporate, and he would be alone again. For all his flaws, Bruce sure as hell knew how to tug on Stephanie's fragile heartstrings.

"You have no idea what I've lost." Bruce's voice actually broke, like he was a marble statue cracking, every grove held a story. Real emotion, real pain beyond her comprehension. That was a rare thing. Stephanie studied the way his face shifted. She tried to remember all the training he'd given her about noticing small changes and what they meant.

Sorrow and pain in his brow. Worry and tension in the thin pressed line of his mouth.

Love in his eyes. A familiar love Stephanie knew better than anyone.

But he wasn't looking at Stephanie. He was looking at the memorial case.

"Oh," Stephanie realized out loud, eyes going wide. "I didn't know- oh. I'm so sorry, Bruce."

Bruce's gaze snapped away from the case all too abruptly, as if he'd revealed far too much to Stephanie in a single instant. His eyes were guarded again, and he stared down at her with a tense expression, stroking her skin with his thumb.

It was stupid, that Stephanie had never considered this... thing with Bruce to be a unique thing. Maybe she liked the naivety of feeling special in how Bruce showed her attention. She was never going to be the only Robin, definitely never going to be the best Robin, but she had always assumed she was the only one Bruce loved, like that.

The lining of jealousy calling her bones was put out by sympathy for Bruce. The loss of Jason was worse, if that was how he and Bruce were. It was more than losing a sidekick.

It was losing a lover.

Was Tim the same? Probably. Undoubtedly, Stephanie decided. And Dick, the way Bruce talked about them. She'd always known Tim and Bruce were weirdly entangled in ways it wasn't her business to understand, but now, the pieces clicked further into place.

And in one way or another, Bruce had lost all of them.

Now here she was.

No wonder her training was thankless. She could die or leave him at any moment, in Bruce's eyes.

Stephanie properly turned around, spinning her chair. Facing him fully, none of Stephanie's concern was hidden from Bruce. He answered it with a frown, running his fingers through her hair and cupping her face. Stephanie looked at the hand as it lingered on her body. Like Bruce couldn't force himself to pull away. Like he knew he was being selfish, putting her in danger.

But Stephanie wasn't fragile. She had what other Robins didn't. Experience on the field, doing this on her own without Batman. Who knew how strong she could be under his touch, how she’d blossom.

Stephanie stood up and touched Bruce's face. She had to stand on her toes to do it, but she kissed him. Gave him the moment he always needed to go from stiff and overthinking to melting into Stephanie's touch. He kissed back and licked his tongue into her mouth, like she was a decadent food he was savoring.

How he always tasted the same, salty and earthy, Stephanie would never know. She'd add it to the tally of mysteries about Bruce Wayne.

Bruce's hand drifted down to Stephanie's waist. Then, like something out of a movie, He brushed aside all the fingerprint slides, letting some clatter to the floor so he could pick her up around her hips and set her on the table. She was raised up enough that she didn't have to strain to reach his mouth now, letting them deepen the kiss.

For a while, they stayed like that. Kissing and hands wandering. Stephanie slipped her hand under Bruce's cotton t-shirt, feeling against hard muscle and a bandage over a deep cut that had needed stitches only a few days ago. A part of Stephanie wanted to push her fingers under the medical tape, just so she could feel where the cut was. Press her fingers up against the painful wound, exploring where Bruce's flesh ripped open and paid the price for his sloppy actions, as he would put it.

But she didn't. Stephanie did her best to keep the more inhumane parts of herself out of reach from Bruce so he wouldn't scrutinize them and make her feel like more of a failure.

Bruce ran a hand up the inside of Stephanie's thigh until he found the zipper of her jeans and just rested his thumb there. His other hand was cupping one of her breasts in a hold that wasn't nearly tight enough for Stephanie's tastes. It was such a cruel thing, how he was rough and unforgiving with his words, but treated her like a doll about to break whenever he fucked her.

Just once, Stephanie would give anything to fuck the Batman and hear words from Bruce Wayne. Not the other way around.

If she told Bruce that, there was a non-zero chance he would throw her in Arkham for it. He'd told her at length how relationships with women like Catwoman failed because they wanted him to be gentle in places he couldn't be.

He found gentleness for Stephanie in those places, though.

Bruce trailed kisses down Stephanie's throat. She tilted her head back to give him better access for sucking colorful marks into her skin, making her shudder. Her body begged for more where her voice failed her.

"Are you hungry?" Bruce asked, his voice vibrating against her skin.

Stephanie's head was swimming. "What?"

She swore she felt him smile against her throat. "You pointed out we haven't eaten. Do you need dinner, Stephanie?"

"Oh, you bastard." Stephanie smacked his arm, and he let her. "Later. We can order Chinese or something after this."

"Good." Bruce's voice dropped a dangerous octave. He always found some covert way to ask for her consent without directly asking for it. Just another part of his mind games she would never understand.

His hands pushed under her shirt. He pulled away from the kiss long enough to pull it up over her head, exposing Stephanie's plain white bra. She fantasized about being the type of girl who wore fancy lingerie for an older man like Bruce, but that wasn't something for Stephanie's shallow pockets.

She knew she could ask Bruce. He'd probably fall over himself for the chance to buy her lingerie. He always said yes when it came to money things, and even offered her a debit card attached to one of his smaller accounts. Which, in Bruce's language, meant an account with only a couple million instead of hundreds of millions.

But Stephanie always said no. She needed some side of her life to keep to herself without Bruce influencing it.

She needed Bruce to know she could still hold herself above water without him.

Her fingers buried in his short hair, carding through the soft, dark strands that still had the scent of his sandalwood shampoo. If he grew his hair out, it would probably have a faint curl pattern, like the pictures Stephanie had seen of Martha Wayne, from back in the day. It was a shame he kept it so short.

"How are your ribs?" Bruce asked, his fingers brushing over the still purple bruise and making Stephanie wince.

"Fine," she insisted, wiping the pain off her face. She had been the one stupid enough to take a punch from a Riddler goon, of all people. She didn't need Bruce pointing out her failures now.

He didn't look like he believed her, but he didn't push it. Bruce just bent over to press soft kisses over the marks, like he thought his love could heal her. If it could, it would've by now. Just the thought made Stephanie shiver and relax more into his touch.

One of his hands snuck behind her to undo the clasp on her bra. Stephanie shifted her shoulders, and it fell to the ground.

Bruce latched his mouth around one of her nipples. Stephanie groaned and pulled his hair. He always let her be rough, if she needed it. Her nails left angry red marks down his back, and she held onto him so tightly there were bruises. Maybe it was wishful thinking, but Stephanie was pretty sure Bruce liked the marks as much as she did, proof that she'd laid claim to him as much as he'd claimed her.

Their relationship was one of reciprocity if nothing else.

It was a maddening tease to have Bruce's mouth on her flesh. He kneaded her other breast with a strong hand that had crushed bones, brushing across her nipple until it was standing upright and there were goosebumps on her flesh. She wanted to stay like this forever, having the goddamn Batman worshipping her skin.

She needed more, though.

Stephanie unbuttoned her own jeans and shimmied them down. They were barely past her hips when Bruce grabbed her wrist.

"What have I told you about patience?" Despite everything, he used the same tone he would've if he was scolding her about rushing into a mission too quickly.

"You're a bastard," Stephanie was breathless just from the few touches he'd given her. Heat was pooling between her legs and she needed to alleviate the pressure somehow, like expressing an infected wound. Sometimes, Stephanie's cunt felt less like a sacred hole for pleasure and more like a bleeding gash that she needed Bruce to provide triage for. He fucked her with the same intimacy that he dressed her stab wounds, finding the gaping flesh and pressing into it until there was finally relief.

Bruce probably didn't see it that way. Stephanie didn't care.

He dared to laugh against her skin, deep and rough. "Relax. Trust your body. Trust me." His voice was so steady and firm, it was hard not to lean against.

Stephanie huffed, but bit her tongue. "At least take your shirt off. Fair is fair."

A gruff hum came out of Bruce, but he complied, pulling away to shuck the garment and give Stephanie one of her favorite views. Like watching a sunset over the Gotham horizon, every time she saw Bruce's naked skin was just a little different. The same gorgeous sight, but if her eyes wandered she would find all the new little scars, the older scars that were fading more, the ever-shifting wall of muscle that didn't look one bit human.

Stephanie groped his chest, running her fingers over coarse hairs that Bruce sometimes shaved, and sometimes didn't. She preferred the natural look, the same way she preferred when he went a few days without shaving. It made him just a touch animalistic.

He went back to devouring her skin with his mouth and hands. Stephanie was at Bruce's mercy as he kissed, sucked, and licked his way across the dips and valleys of her body. He was reverently gentle over her scars with soft kisses. Then he sank his teeth into sensitive places Stephanie never knew she had. The skin under her breasts, the stretch marks over her hip dips that had never quite gone back to normal after she gave birth.

The world spun around them and somehow, Stephanie was the only thing that mattered to Bruce.

When Bruce seemed pleased with the soft marks he'd covered her in, his hands finally pushed Stephanie's pants down the rest of the way, and he helped her kick them off with her shoes.

Then, he got on his knees.

Stephanie's eyes were wide, and her face turned a soft shade of red that matched the hickeys on her chest. "I haven't waxed-"

Bruce arched an eyebrow at her and pushed her knees open. "I don't care."

She didn't know what it was about Bruce, but Stephanie was always too shy about her body around him, expecting him to scrutinize it for the same faults he found in the rest of her. The first time they kissed, she started waxing that same night, from her pubic mound to her asshole, just so she would be smooth for him. She shaved more often, bought a nicer perfume, and tried her hair in styles she never would've worn before. It made Stephanie feel childish, but she could never stop herself.

She needed to be good for him.

Proving the point in his words, Bruce started kissing Stephanie's thigh. He left marks there, too, working his way closer and closer to her cunt. Stephanie could feel her heart rate spiking as the cold air hit her vagina. She was digging her nails into his scalp, too deeply, she realized. But like always, Bruce didn't seem to mind.

Finally, he made his way to his destination.

Bruce's tongue was hotter than a brand over Stephanie's cunt. She gasped and jerked. Every time, it never failed to make her dizzy. It was a reminder how inexperienced Stephanie was at sex. She offered to give him head and without fail, Bruce always said no.

Yet, he did things with his mouth that Stephanie didn't know were fucking possible.

Bruce licked his way inside of Stephanie, pressing his tongue as deep as it would go and flicking upward. A groan ripped out of Stephanie, and she was practically grinding on Bruce's face for more.

He used his hands to pull her folds open for better access. If Stephanie tried closing her legs, Bruce just pushed them back open with his elbows. He forced her on display for him, whining and squirming for desperate pleasure from his mouth.

"Bruce," Stephanie moaned, eyes fluttering. It was a simple pleasure, but an overwhelming one, hard to even look at Bruce without losing herself to it. Every time Stephanie looked down, those piercing blue eyes were locked on her, drinking up her reactions.

It was fucking intimidating, was what it was.

He moved his mouth upward and Stephanie shattered. Chapped lips wrapped around her clit and sucked until Stephanie's eyes were rolling into the back of her head. He flicked and twisted his tongue in ways that shouldn't have been humanly possible to send sparks up her spine. It was like getting shocked over and over again.

His fingers pressed inside of her hole, arching up. It was nothing like being finger banged by a horny teenage boy behind the bleachers and all the other clumsy sexual interactions that crowded Stephanie's youth. This was a touch with experience, fingers curling inside of her with movements that went for precision instead of speed or force. Like Bruce knew he didn't have to rush Stephanie's pleasure, he just had to find the right spots to tug at until he unraveled her.

"Fuck, Bruce!" Stephanie grabbed onto the end of the table and thanked every god that she didn't have super strength, because if she did, the metal would've crumpled under the force she put behind her grip. "You... you're going to drive me fucking insane... Bruce-" She canted her hips up to chase more pleasure. Her body was greedy, making up for how shy her mind wanted her to be.

There was a gleam in his eyes when she managed to look down again. She could see how smug he was about knowing it was only his touch that could reduce her to this, naked with pleasure dripping out of her.

She was going to make a mess of the table. The last time she did that, Bruce gently guided her to her knees and pressed her face into the slick puddle until Stephanie got the message without a single spoken order. Licking up her own cum while Bruce had fucked her behind, a hand around her throat.

That memory was one she still jerked off to. It was too rare for Stephanie to get those wilder, kinkier inclinations out of Bruce, no matter how much she begged for his dirty fantasies she knew he was thinking about every time he looked at her.

One day she'd convince him to do whatever he was thinking about the time he stared at her a little too hard when she was trying to get out of those handcuffs.

The thought of that alone had Stephanie's pleasure rushing toward its crest, and her noises got higher and more desperate. Bruce couldn't say anything, with his mouth locked around her clit and still working it so well, but he stroked her thigh with his thumb as if he was encouraging her to let go.

It may as well have been an order.

And Stephanie obeyed.

She pulled hard on Bruce's hair and clamped her thighs tight around his skull, holding him there. Bruce didn't force them open this time, he just let her body take what it needed. Stephanie was almost positive a third finger pushed inside of her to join the first two filling her as she hit the peak of her orgasm.

A scream tore free from her lungs. She kicked uselessly, one foot accidentally hitting one of Bruce's shoulders. He was a concrete wall, though, not moving or even flinching from it. He just kept licking and sucking and looking through his dark curls to stare at her as she howled. Stephanie tried to say Bruce's name, she tried to tell him how good it felt, but all the words got lost in translation. All she could do was hold onto him and ride through every electric wave, hoping he understood.

Of course, he did. He always did.

Just as Stephanie reached the peak of pleasure and tipped into overstimulation, Bruce pulled off of her clit. He looked almost disappointed by it, staring briefly at her soaked, pink folds. Like he wanted to stay there and make her suffer and beg for reprieve.

If Stephanie had any sense to her, she would've pouted about him not doing just that.

At least his fingers stayed inside of her. They weren't moving anymore, but they were a warm pressure, keeping her full and satiated as her body went boneless. Bruce studied her and watched Stephanie hold herself up with her arm to keep from flopping onto the table and passing out right there.

"Fuck me," Stephanie said, already knowing that Bruce was debating it. Sometimes he fucked her after he ate her out, sometimes he didn't- no matter how she begged for it. Even when she could see the tent in his pants. The time she'd begged particularly hard, he laid her out on his bed and told her to stay still and just jerked off on her tits, as if to prove some kind of point she didn't understand.

She did understand, though, how fucking hot it had been to have his spent pleasure against her skin. Perverse and disgusting, but hot. She had scooped it up with her fingers and sucked them clean in front of him, the only time she ever got to taste his cum. It earned her a scowl as he carried her into the shower, practically dropping her into the tub.

Of course, she did manage to get Bruce to properly fuck her in the shower. So it was a happy memory, no matter how Bruce's disapproving stare the whole time tried to taint it.

A healthy collection of memories. And still, Stephanie's greedy hands wanted more. She wanted, craved more than just his fingers inside of her.

"Please," Stephanie added when Bruce was quiet for too long. She did her best to appear submissive and doe-eyed, looking at him through her lashes and spreading her legs. "I want you to feel good, too. Let me take care of you." When the soft, sultry tone she used didn't do anything to make him budge, Stephanie sighed and grabbed his wrist, pressing her thumb against the pulse point to feel his hammering heartbeat. "Take what you need, Bruce. I'm not going anywhere."

Bruce groaned and Stephanie felt it in her core.

He pushed himself to his feet, fingers still buried inside of her. When he grabbed for one of the drawers to a nearby desk, Stephanie practically preened, knowing she'd won.

"We don't need a condom," Stephanie said. She tried this argument every time. It never worked. She never stopped trying. "I have an IUD and we both get tested regularly-"

"It's not up for debate," Bruce nearly growled. He pulled a condom out and ripped the package out with his teeth. Stephanie squeaked at the sight.

"Let me put it on, at least?" Stephanie said, trying to get her voice out of the higher register he'd startled her into.

Bruce didn't put up a fight as Stephanie opened his jeans with her hands and pushed them down just enough to pull his cock free. He handed her the condom and watched with rapt attention as she stroked him a few times. It got no reaction from Bruce, and Stephanie didn't expect one. She just enjoyed the feeling of his stiff, hot flesh underneath her touch. All the little places only Stephanie got to touch and hold.

She worked him until his cock was twitching, and he grabbed her thigh again and squeezed with warning. Hypocritical bastard. He got all the time he wanted with her body, but she was always rushed when she got to touch him, sliding her hand over his cock and rubbing a thumb over the slick head.

The condom was rolled on as Stephanie imagined putting it on with her mouth. She'd practiced the skill on a dildo more than once in anticipation of the day she finally got to show it off to Bruce. She licked her lips at the thought.

"Good," Bruce grunted when the condom was snugly on his length. It was a coveted, rare praise that made Stephanie almost choke. And somehow, he said it like it was nothing. Like he didn't even mean to. Like he was unaware of how it made her react.

She liked to pretend it just slipped out because he was so caught up in her, but the realist in Stephanie knew that, like everything else about Bruce, it was calculated. Still, she took what she could get.

Bruce tugged Stephanie closer to the edge with his grip on her thigh. It was practically manhandling, and she couldn't stop the moan at the rough treatment that begged for more. Instead of giving her more, Bruce just gave her a sour look and pulled his fingers out of her cunt, and pushed them into her mouth to keep her quiet.

To make her taste the pleasure only he could bring her.

Stephanie mewled and sucked on Bruce's thick, calloused fingers as he lined himself up with a guiding hand. The push in was a blunt pressure, then a fullness that made Stephanie lean back until Bruce wrapped his arm around her shoulders to give her support.

Their bodies were flush together. He buried his face into her neck and breathed in her scent while she tasted his skin, savoring the flavor she only found on him.

Salt and brimstone.

Bruce fucked her at a controlled pace. He never let go to push her body to the limit the way she knew he could. But with how overwhelming it was to be fucked by him, maybe that was a thing. Bruce was thick and long, driving air out of Stephanie's lungs every time he drove in.

He pulled his fingers free from her mouth, and she mourned the loss with a soft noise. His hand trailed down to press against the bottom of her stomach. She didn't know where the hell Bruce learned the trick, but the slight pressure on the outside of her body somehow made the thrusts more intense and filling. It made sure his cock assaulted her g-spot with every stroke and her back arched.

"Bruce, Bruce," Stephanie chanted his name, clawing at his back, not caring that her nails were catching on sensitive scars. She felt like she couldn't think. She locked her legs around his waist to pull him impossibly closer.

Her back arched until her head was practically hanging upside down, all while Bruce kept his face buried against her collarbone. So he couldn't see where her gaze fell and what made her stuttered noises get more guttural.

The memorial case danced in front of Stephanie's eyes, even from this upside-down shaky view, grounding her to the moment even as she was soaring through pleasure.

Stephanie didn't know much about Jason Todd. She didn't know his hobbies or his favorite books. She didn't know what jokes would make him smile and what worries clouded his head when he was trying to fall asleep.

But she knew they shared this. She knew, in this way, they were always going to be connected. Bruce had been buried deep in Jason the same way he was buried in Stephanie, chasing his pleasure. And just like Stephanie, Jason must've liked it.

How could he not, when being loved by Bruce was like being on a direct path of a meteorite? Fleeting, but brilliant in the chaos.

Stephanie tried to remember what Jason looked like, from the pictures. She tried to imagine how Bruce liked to fuck Jason and what Jason looked like under Bruce. How his dark hair got sweaty and his ocean-blue eyes squeezed shut. What type of noises he would make and what kinds of pleasure he liked.

Did Bruce suck him off? Eat his ass out like he ate Stephanie out?

Did Jason love the fall into absolution the same way Stephanie did?

All the mental images overwhelmed her as the Robin suit danced in front of her eyes, bright colors blurring together. The thought of Jason bent over the same table Stephanie was getting fucked on made her moan and her eyes squeezed shut.

In another universe, maybe they got fucked by Bruce at the same time. Two Robins for the price of one to finally get Bruce to go over the edge and take what he wanted from both of them.

For now, though, Stephanie would have to do the work for both of them. For all the Robins and this torch she carried.

She clenched down around Bruce as best she could. Her second orgasm was already too close. Usually she needed Bruce to stroke her clit to work her to the edge, but now, lost in all her fantasies of a boy she never knew, Stephanie was lost to it. She started to shake.

"Close," Stephanie warned, even when she didn't need to. Her noises were hitched and broken, lost in every thrust.

Bruce didn't speed up, but he did fuck her harder, giving her just a fraction of more force from his strong hips. It pulled a scream out of her, and Stephanie shattered.

The pleasure took its hold on her. Toe-curling and mind-numbing and every other cliche Stephanie thought only happened in porn. She clamped down around Bruce, so tight she didn't know how he managed to keep fucking her.

"Stephanie," Bruce whispered, so softly she almost convinced herself she hallucinated it. It was the only sign she got that Bruce had come, burying himself to the hilt just as her orgasm came to an end. He shivered and exhaled, and nothing else. No loud noises, no sexy dirty talk.

Just unspoken simplicity. Stephanie could appreciate it for what it was.

She nuzzled into him, pressing her head against his and holding him tightly. It would've been a hug if he wasn't still buried inside of her. She even dared to stroke his hair, like a mother soothing a child after a nightmare.

After an orgasm was the rare time Bruce allowed Stephanie to take care of him in these little ways, and she never squandered the chance. She hummed softly, carding her fingers through his curls and rubbing his back.

It wasn't a long moment.

"Chinese?" Bruce asked, pulling away from Stephanie's skin.

Stephanie rummaged around inside her worn mind, trying to find her cockiness. "Worked up that much of an appetite?" She gave him a sharp smile.

"If you don't give me a straight answer, I'll order Pizza Hut," Bruce threatened.

"Oh, gross." Stephanie made a face, afterglow sufficiently killed. "They have the worst pizza, don't you dare."

Bruce gave her a rare smile. He leaned in and kissed her one last time before they had to separate and be real people again.

That was where the memory faded off, for Stephanie. It bled into all the other little almost-domestic moments she had with Bruce.

It was a memory that stuck out because it was the first real time Stephanie had ever thought about Jason. And now, it was a fitting one to mull over as she was curled up against Jason’s chest, enjoying an entirely different afterglow.

And a much more sore body.

Because Jason didn't hold back all the things they both wanted more than anything.

"Say cheese," Stephanie said, holding up her phone to take a selfie.

Jason, whose head was propped up by his arm, looking perfectly serene, cracked an eye open. "What are you doing?" He sounded suspicious, watching as Stephanie twisted and turned the phone, trying to find the perfect angle.

She needed to make sure both of their bare chests were in the picture, with all the bruises and marks covering them.

She needed to make sure there was no mistaking what the photo meant.

"I'm sending this to Bruce," Stephanie hummed. She didn't smile for the picture, but there was an unmistakable smugness in her eyes as she snapped a couple of pictures, giving her options to pick from before pulling the phone back to her face.

Jason snorted. His grip on her hip tightened. "Why?" He didn't protest the idea.

Stephanie just shrugged. "It'll piss him off."

"You like kicking hornets' nests that much?"

"You've got no room to talk. How many heads were in that duffel bag again?" Stephanie gave him a deadpan look before going back to her phone. She debated on a message to send with the selfie, before ultimately deciding on none.

After all, Bruce was a man of few words. Surely he would understand.

Jason made an annoyed noise but didn't argue. "Tell me what he says back," he said, closing his eyes again and adjusting to get more comfortable in bed. This was his base they had chosen to fuck in.

The first place they fucked on was a rooftop. But of course, the lighting there wasn't the best for a selfie, so Stephanie had to hold off on taunting Bruce.

Sleeping with Jason was a lot more dangerous than sleeping with Bruce had been. She heard all the warnings and stories about what he was capable of and how he wasn't the sweet boy he'd once been.

Maybe she liked the danger. Maybe she needed someone who would finally stop treating her like a doll.

And just maybe, she needed to gloat.

The message was marked as read nearly as soon as it was sent. The three little dots indicating Bruce was typing appeared and disappeared no less than a dozen times. It made her smile, imagining him sputtering and cycling through emotions as he tried to figure out a response.

Just as Stephanie was sure she wasn't going to get any response, a message appeared on her screen.

Thank you for the photo. If you plan to send more, I still have your Robin suit. You can wear it in the next one.

Stephanie's eyebrows shot up in surprise. She elbowed Jason in the ribs and showed him the screen.

Jason grunted and looked down for a moment, silent. "I'd fuck you in your Robin suit," was the only input he offered.

"Only if you're wearing yours too," Stephanie rolled her eyes at how unhelpful he was.

Jason gave the thought a hum, considering. "Ask Bruce if he still has it, and I'll think about it."

She had no idea if he was serious or not. It was always hard to tell, with Jason. She had no idea if Bruce was serious either. Maybe he was playing some kind of cruel joke on her too, trying to outsmart her in some game of chess just because she'd dare to mock him with the picture.

At the very least, she could be pleased she got under his skin either way.

Stephanie smiled and typed out what Jason had said, hitting send.

She always did like calling people's bluff. Whatever the outcome was, one thing was sure.

The game was on. And Stephanie wasn't stopping until she got the last fiber of Bruce's control to snap. 

[scarapanna]

Hey y'all!!

I've hosted this poll on my yt and figured I should do so over here too hadhsb

Anyhow I've been thinking of making some more non-Intertwined opposites related animatics, maybe picking back up some old hk ocs and animate them a bit.

[cursedthing]

.the funny thing is that when we record logs since there aren't that many external forces we can bounce off of we just end up making youmjer incredibly tired and a little pathetic. something somethinc it needs enrichment

[asfdhgsdkjhgb]

guys i need to be dancing at a house party tipsy with someone im attracted to so bad btw. ive never been to a house party in real life (though id quite like to at least once) but i really have been desperately needing that specific (probably awful for me) sensory and social environment so bad lately

[ultra-violetra]

so I wanted to say that since I'm really enjoying this event, I will likely continue to post about it, including analysis. I want to talk about the game mechanics and strategies but it's been so hard to do without people thinking you're talking about the discourse. I think as a community we all need to be a little less jumpy about this event, because I've seen posts of people being afraid to talk about the team their watching because they don't want to be dragged into discourse. I think a lot of genuinely lighthearted posts about a fun event are being misconstrued as something malicious

all of my posts are made with the spirit of friendly competition. a lot of other people are posting like this too! people should be able to do this without getting accused of hating ccs or being unfair

i've been posting a lot about red team, specifically because that's who i've been watching the most. i watch pretty much every english speaking qsmp member, it just so happens that right now i have a sub to foolish so i've been watching him so i don't have to deal with ads. because of this, i will probably continue to talk about red team the most. i'll talk about blue and green teams when i watch them! if i had the time to watch vods from every team and do a complete strategy analysis, i would. but I don't have that time. i genuinely don't care which team wins, but that doesn't mean I won't be rooting for certain teams on certain days. like on day 2, red team going from barely visible on the score bar to winning the day was an amazing underdog story! of course i'm going to root for them! and for day 3 I was rooting for green team because i want to see fitmc tryhard!

at the end of the day this is a fun event. it's fun for the ccs so it should be fun for the fandom. and if you're scrolling thru tags and getting upset/annoyed/angry at people posting about a friendly competition, you might need to reevaluate yourself

[bumpscosity]

my karate teacher from when i was a kid would sometimes come in half sick and justify it by claiming that you only really spread germs before you even know you're sick so it was fine

[biillys]

band au where billy, eddie, and tommy are in a punk/metal/heavy rock band and are successful etc whatever anyway. Anyway.

the idea of them being interviewed and the interviewer asking tommy about his sexuality becos both billy and eddie are publicly bi

billy and eddie being like. hold the fuck up. u can't just ask someone that. but tommy, king of openness and honesty and also just a naive bitch, being like. i've been with my girl since seventh grade and i know she's it for me but like. guys are cool. can't confirm personally but guys are definitely cool. and being an awkward mess about it

the guys groaning and dropping their heads to their hands and jesus christ. shut the fuck up, man and the interviewer being like. so, bi?

tommy blushing like. aha ha ! when you put it like that !

them returning to the tour bus after and eddie being like. first of all that interviewer was a cunt for asking u that. second of all. [twirls hair] u can't confirm?

and billy cutting in like. we can help you confirm. we can 100% help you confirm. i already messaged carol and she's cool with it. said as long as we promised to return u in one piece, we can do whatever you want.

ANYWAY the idea of the guys having a threesome simply becos tommy's like. Well It'd Be Nice To Know For Sure. and billy and eddie giving him a night he'll never forget that bleeds into a morning he'll always remember

then the idea of someone bringing up that interview or asking tommy if he's Figured It Out Yet? and billy being like that's none of your fuckin' business only for tommy to jump in and be like oh i figured it out alright. i'm bi as FUCK.

and then all the fans and stans etc losing their minds on social media like what is THAT supposed to mean and why did billy and eddie fuck him so good that he said it like That

[sortableroseanimations]

im trying to make a picrew and holy shit theres so much involved. different body types (skinny/chubby, male/female) and two different poses, not to mention different outfits, colors, hairstyles, accessories, extras, holy fuck im going insane but im gonna be the one to do this shit RIGHT

[ratatatastic]

no im still on maffhew calling the forsymaffhew lovechild a missile

[nobodybetterlookatme]

So anyway the date went well lmao