#backflips back into my cave

[kisapmataaa151]

boom boom~

[2tcs]

Day 5: Family Grudge and Prize

Bruce has noticed something about Damian. Whenever a specific shadow appears in the city, Damian immediately attacks them. And anytime someone else approached, the shadow would flee.

Last night was one such incident.

~~~~The Previous Night~~~~

“So we meet again traitor.” Damian said launching himself at another young boy.

“Ha! Do you really think that you can win?” The young man laughed.

“Tt. I do not think I can. I know I can. It is you who are blinded by their arrogance.” Damian growled as he threw several batarangs at his opponent.

“Then why did you bring your dear old dad?” The mystery boy said before backflipping off the building and disappearing as Bruce landed on the roof.

“Robin report.”

“Tt. It is my own business father. Please stay out of it.” Damian said before quickly grappling away and heading back to the cave.

~~~~Present Time~~~~

“You have been staring at that picture for quite some time Master Bruce. Might I inquire as to why?” Alfred asked as he walked up to Bruce with a mug.

“I just can’t figure out why Damian keeps going after this one person. Even when he was trying to kill Tim he wasn’t this in sight with him. But with this boy?” Bruse sighed as he took a sip of his tea. “Camamil Alfred?”

“I find it quite relaxing and the perfect beverage before bed. Somewhere I believe you should be heading sir?” Alfred commented with a raised eyebrow and a slight smile.

“Hmm, and I don’t suppose this one is free of any sedatives is it Alfred?”

“I promise you that I have no clue what you are talking about.”

“Alright, alright. I’m heading upstairs.” Bruce chuckled as he headed upstairs with Alfred.

~~~~

The next day Bruce woke up for Sunday brunch with his family. It was one of the few days that everyone was at the manor. As Bruce began to wake up he also began to notice how quiet it was at the table. Unnaturally quiet. Looking around he noticed all his kids glaring at him, except for Damian who was glaring at a boy around fifteen years of age sitting across from him.

“So,” Bruce cleared his throat only for everyone to start shouting over each other.

“Why the FUCK did you adopt another kid old man!” Jason's shout rang out above everyone else's causing the room to go quiet again.

“Father did not adopt this traitor. He is only here to cause pain and discord.” Damian growled. Only holding himself back from attacking the stranger because of Alfred's rule about violence in the manor.

“Oh shove off Dams. He’s my father too. I have every right to meet him.” The stranger said.

“No! You lost the right to be considered family after what you did. It’s the reason why grandfather had you killed and it was only because of mother’s soft heart that you were resurrected and sent to be adopted by some stupid civilians.” Damian shouted while stabbing his spoon into his parfait.

“Wait! Hold on and tell me, calmly, what is going on.” Bruce said while pinching the bridge of his nose.

“This traitor”

“Not a traitor”

“This Traitor. Is Danyal Al Ghul. We unfortunately shared mother's womb.” Damian said as he continued to glower at the boy, Danyal.

“I go by Danny now.” Danny said with a wave.

“Hello, Danny. If I ask you why it is that Damian called you a traitor, would you answer?” Bruce asked with a strained smile.

“It’s so stupid.” Danny groaned.

“It is far from ‘stupid’ Danyal.”

“I didn’t mean to break your favorite wakizashi!”

“Liar. You were jealous that I was grandfather's favorite so you sought to punish me for my superiority.”

“Grandfather is a fruitloop! A certified wackjob! Even when we were kids I could tell that! You’ve lived with father for years now. Surely you can see grandfather’s flaws with this new perspective. If not then congratulations. You are the grand champion of delusion. Here’s your prize.” Danny said with a glair of his own directed at Damian.

“Wait. Hold on. Are you the twerp that the demon brat attacked the other night?” Jason asked with a grin.

“He does match the build.” Tim muttered.

“Secret brother.” Cass whispered while giving Danny a thumbs up.

“Ha! Not a secret anymore. But I didn’t come here just to meet ya’ll.” Danny laughed before turning serious. “I know about Alfred's rule about batwork at the table but I have things to do and can’t stay long. When you return to the batcave you will find a folder with a printed copy of a rather concerning law and a flash drive with a list of facilities and experiments conducted with full government sanctions due to this law being in place.” Danny described before placing the last bite in his mouth and standing up. “Thank you for allowing me the pleasure of eating your delicious cooking Alfred. But unfortunately, I have to go. If you need to contact me, my number’s in the folder.” He said before simply vanishing with a final wave.

“Where did he go!” Dick shouted as he jumped up.

“Holy crap. And I thought it was creepy how Damian could do that in the shadows.” Steph said with a shiver.

“Uh, Damian? Can you do that too? If so, then thank you so much for not using that ability for evil.” Duke chuckled nervously.

“Tt” Getting up Damian stormed out of the room. He didn’t care what Danyal did or said as long as he didn’t come back. Now he just had to get to the cave before anyone else to get rid of Danyal’s contact information.

[yeokii]

SAFETY NET — LEE HEESEUNG

synopsis . no matter how many times you've tried to avoid heeseung, he always found a way to bring you back to him (inspo by safety net from ariana grande)

희승 : situationship! heeseung x fmr — idk fluff ? 🧷 O.4K ❨ warnings ❩ profanity, toxic gas hee, small kiss 𓍼 note — HAPPY BDAY TO MY MAN┆(bookshelf)

Two miss calls and five unread texts. you looked over the notifications from the boy who had spammed your phone. Same old routine.

And like always, you swore you wouldn't answer. In fact, you were sure you were going to ignore him at all costs. Because to tell the truth you were done with him. Done with his stupid lies and temporary promises that were broken the next day.

But you couldn't ignore the butterflies in your stomach whenever he was around. The simple kisses that would make your heart do backflips. That stupid smirk he had on his face when you gave into his sweet words.

You snapped yourself out of your thoughts when you heard a knock at the door.

Well it was clear who it was.

The devil himself.

You walked over and opened the door to see Lee Heeseung in all his glory. To his surprise, you actually opened the door.

"Hi stranger." He spoke up. "Missed you." The boy said with that stupid smirk on his face.

"What do you want Heeseung?" You asked, though it wasn't really a question—more so a statement so he'd leave you alone sooner.

"You hurt me, pretty." He said, chuckling while rubbing his heart. "What happened to Hee?" He said, referring to the nickname you gave him a few months ago.

"Cut the shit, Lee. Tell me why you're at my doorstop way past midnight."

"You know why baby." He said, coming closer. "I missed you."

What you hated was the fact that his eyes never left yours.

"Hee, you know we have to stop."

"Why should we when it feels so right with us together. Don't act you don't know it." He mumbled as his future towered over you.

Before you could even respond, he closed the gap between you both as he pulled you closer to him, your chest against his. His hand slipped around your was it, his fingers having a firm grip over you.

His head leaned over and grazed right above your open shoulder. You could feel his hot breath on your skin. This was exactly the type of shit that made your knees buckle. The kind that made you cave in every single time.

And he knew it.

He'd knew you'd give in. He knew what effect he had over you.

"Come back to me, baby." He said, lips brushing over your neck as he planted a simple kiss over your skin.

And just like that, you fell back right into him.

tags . @zuyairus @bubblytaetae @yenqa @redm4ri @hanniluvi @haechansbbg @taejaysreads @shinunoga-iie-wa @teddywonss @naespas @isoobie @dimplewonie @jennaissantes

[certifiedlovergirlsstuff]

your knight to the rescue

pairing: dick grayson x gn!reader

WC: 1.8K

warnings: cursing, creepy older man, sexual tension? i think thats it.

summary: being a plus one has its perks and downsides.

A/N: i wrote this for @alecmores​ my editor and friend since they did a fic for my birthday this year. a little reward for having to read all my stories and listen to me talk nonsense in chat.

also tried to make this as gender neutral as possible. so if theres something that comes off as fem presenting just let me know and ill fix it!

also used two prompts from @urfriendlywriter​ , forced proximity numbers 3 and 4 

in the drafts since may13

masterlist / dick grayson

“please, y/n! you’ll be doing me a solid!”

“if you get on your knees and start begging i might consider throwing myself to the wolves.”

you were just joking, you would’ve done anything dick asked of you. but he got on his knees with his hands clasped in front of his face and put on his best puppy dog eyes. oh! he really didn’t want to go.

“y/n l/n, will you do your best friend in the whole world a huge favor and be my plus one to this wayne gala event?” he even shuffled closer and leaned his head against your thighs as you leaned against the cave computer.

without a thought you set a hand on the crown of his raven hair and run your fingers through the strands. “can we get a big belly burger after?” you know the gala will only have alcohol and finger food.

dick moved his head as his chin sat on the meat of your thighs so he could look directly into your eyes. “of course, y/n. what kind of friend would i be if i let you starve yourself on my time?”

“a terrible friend.”

“and i am anything but a terrible friend.” he groaned as he pushed himself from the floor and walked to the suit displays.

“sure you should be going out? i heard you groan from just getting off the floor, you might be getting old.” you followed behind with your arms crossed over your chest.

dick just threw a middle finger over his shoulder, not wasting his time to look your way. “fuck you. i’m in my twenties, this is my prime.”

“yeah, okay, boy wonder.”

dick grabbed his black and blue outfit before heading to a changing area. you lingered around and the silence slowly got to your head. your fingers bit into your biceps and looked down at your slippers.

“just… just be careful, dick.” you scrunch your face at your simple wording, “cause- cause i’m sure alfred is tired of patching you up. and- and you don’t want to look a mess at the gala… could cause some rumors or something.” rambling just so it doesn’t seem like you care too deeply for dick’s safety. honestly just saying, “i like you dick grayson, so don’t be an idiot as you’re backflipping off buildings.” would be a lot easier than what just came out your mouth.

dick stepped back into the cold cave and stood in front of you. his black eye mask was in place along with his gear all secured in their compartments. you couldn’t see his baby blues due to the white holes staring back at you, but he had a smirk on his lips that made you scuff without knowing his next words.

“worried about my safety?” he copied your arms-crossed stance. his head cocked to the side. you narrowed your eyes, “no shit, dumbass. you're fighting criminals, street level and insane.”

you rolled your lips, “i know it’s unavoidable at times, just…” you sighed, “just don’t get in the line of fire if you can.” you touched his arm before walking away and back up the spiral stairs.

in your rush to leave you missed how dick’s arms fell and his smirk vanished in a blink. hidden eyes watching your every step until you were gone from his sight.

-

“i want big belly burger.”

“all in due time, y/n.”

your hands tugged at the nice, but tight fabric of your black formal attire. you even shuffled on your feet, already feeling the blisters forming. you were used to loose and flowy clothing with sneakers or slippers since you worked behind the scenes.

with you knowing there would be cameras in attendance, you took extra long to make sure you were presentable and cleaned well. especially since you would be standing beside dick for most of the event, you didn’t want to look like sewer trash next to a sculpted statue.

“stop fidgeting,” dick leaned close to your ear, “you look marvelous.” his breath caressed your ear and you had to suppress the shiver it caused.

leaving the outfit alone, your hands clasped over your stomach. a more appropriate gesture than arms crossed as you stare down the boring one percenters. you could spot bruce somewhere in the distance chatting along with some people, and you could spot his fake laughing from a mile away. letting your eyes scan the room you land on detective gordon, who’s tucked away in a corner with his hands shoved in his khaki trench coat.

“looks like gordon didn’t get the dress code memo.” giving dick a hit from your elbow as you knocked your chin in the cop’s direction.

“wants a little attention. nothing wrong with that.” and something about that last part… “i’m- i’m gonna get a drink. i’ll- i’ll be right back.” and you hurried off before dick could stop you.

politely moving through the sea of people, you landed at the open bar. palms wrapping around the cool granite counter, you leaned forward and waved down a bartender. he was very handsome, but he wasn’t-

“just champagne, please. thank you.”

the flute of bubbling amber liquid sat in front of you and the bartender left to help others. you fiddled with the stem and bottom, giving the liquid a little swirling making the bubbles fizzle. you held the glass in hand as you turned your back to the counter and faced the chatting party. you needed a breather from grayson.

from the corner of your eye, you saw an older gentleman saddle up to the bar top, right next to you. to close for comfort. you could feel the air shift as he moved his arm, suit jacket popping your bubble. you stiffened, not feeling brave enough to make it obvious that he was the cause of discomfort. now you wished dick would come to your rescue and lead you away, on the other side of the room would be nice.

“may i just say,” his hand touched you, “you are a visionary.” fingers moving caused goosebumps. you had to swallow the acid rising.

“you're too kind.” fake smiled as you raised your glass. where is dick?

“are you here alone? how do you know bruce wayne?” the man questioned. moving closer, his chest almost bumping yours.

you licked your lips, “i’m a- a worker for bruce wayne… secretary. or personal assistant to mister wayne.” not too much of a fib. “and i’m here with someone. i should,” you pointed a finger at the crowd, “i should go look for him.”

the man’s grimy fingers trapped your wrist after just a step and tugged you into his body. his breathing grating against your ear and neck, “what’s the rush? i’m sure your friend can wait.”

“really, i should-“ he slipped an arm over your waist and you shut down. it’s like you were hit with mr. freeze’s ice gun.

your heart started hammering and your eyes were darting around for any sight of him. your chest was heaving, your panic growing the longer his touch and breath were on your body.

“how about we-“ “there you are, baby. i was starting to get worried.”

it’s like an angel was sent to save you from death. the chandelier lighting cast dick in a halo of blinding light. his tall stature and wide shoulders held with grace and strength. his dark black hair swept in a clean style as his piercing irises stared the man down. you heard the gasp and took a shallow breath when you felt him move away.

dick held a hand out and you grasped it like a lifeline as he tucked you into his side. arm protective on your waist and fingers splayed, it was the warmth you need after freezing to death. your arm circled his waist to pull him even closer, head falling to his chest. he even positioned himself to where you were less in the older man’s eye line, his wider frame acting as a shield.

“who’s your new friend?” dick asked. it came off playful, but you heard the undertone. he was ready to hang him upside down by his shoestrings.

“i’m not sure. haven’t been given a name.” and you haven’t. but you already have his face memorized.

the creep opened and closed his mouth. a fish gasping for water as sharks played with their dinner. you tried to give the air of innocence to compliment dick’s bomb that was slowly ticking with each second.

he stuck his hand out for a friendly shake, “dick grayson. nice to meet you…” he trailed off. waiting for the answer before he searched him up on the computer back home.

the man took his outstretched hand, “mr. cooper. pleasure to meet you.” and you saw the flash of pain over his face. dick’s grip looked like it could crush a skull.

“mr. cooper, well i hope you have an excellent evening. if you don’t mind, i’d like to steal my dance partner back.” without waiting, he walked the both of you away. you left your champagne behind without a thought.

near the edge of the dance floor on the other side was where dick planted the both of you. he held your right hand in his while his left hand settled at the small of your back. you let your left-hand rest on his strong shoulder. it wasn’t much dancing, just bodies swaying.

“thank you… for back there-“ “no need to thank me. i would do it again in a heartbeat.”

his eyes twinkled. your heartbeat stuttered.

the orchestra continued their melodic strumming and you let yourself get swept away. eyes closing, you leaned your head on dick’s dress shirt. right near his heart. the smell of citrus and pine invaded your senses and you almost got dizzy. the hand on your back pressed in harder and then rubbed along your spine.

you almost snapped your eyes open at the feeling of dick’s lips being pressed to your temple. and it wasn’t just a simple peck, it lingered. your body felt hot and you would bet ten bucks your ears were burning red. his lips moved and then he nudged his nose against your hairline as he sighed. 

“i still want a big belly burger.”

your hunger broke the romantic moment.

feeling dick’s laugh through his chest and hearing the boyish noise lit you up. pressing your chin into his shirt, you made eye contact and both flashed smiles.

“wanna ditch?” “you make it sound like high school.” hands tightening. he grinned, “you're right. i think it’s time to leave.”

and dick grayson, being your knight in shining armor, led the both of you out of the stuffy venue. and he took the waiting chariot to the closet's big belly so you could stuff your face with food you’ve been waiting to scarf down. 

and as you moaned with ketchup at the corner of your mouth and chugged soda, dick grayson thought you were the best thing to ever happen to him. and he would do anything to keep you safe and smiling.

...

[douceurrrr]

𝐜𝐚𝐧’𝐭 𝐩𝐢𝐜𝐤

paring(s): dustin long x fem!reader | brandt x fem!reader

summary: you can’t pick between brandt or dustin

warning(s): nun really

request: Can you do a poly imagine with Alex/ Dustin, Alex/Brandt, or Dustin/Brandt please I'm craving this sm.

*black!reader in mind but anyone can read

“what about dustin, he’s fly.” anna says while looking at him. you look over at dustin, he has his hand on his knees in a sweaty mess with diamond earrings shining bright. she’s right dustin is fly and fine.

“but then there’s brandt.” maya says looking at brandt. you then look over at brandt who was already look at you, you instantly stopped looking. “oh my god, did you see that?” you whisper screamed. “yeah brandt was totally checking you out.” anna says, your heart did a backflip. “omg dustin too.” maya says making your heart do two backflips. “guys be for real.” you say, not believing one word.

“no like we’re being so for real, look.” she says. you look over that dustin first to see him looking at you. once you two connect eyes he winks at you before kicking the ball, whoa. you then look over that brandt who was looking at you also but once you connected your eyes with his he nods at you, grinning. “I can’t believe this is happening.” you breathily laughed. you soon realized that next period you have a class with both dustin and brandt and you sit in between them. great.

-

it was finally next period and you feel your stomach ache and cave in from how nervous you were feeling due to being in dustin and brandt’s presence again. you quickly sped walked into the classroom and sat down in your normal seat where brandt was on your left and dustin was on your right but they weren’t in the classroom yet so you felt some wave of relief.

soon after feeling that relief a boy with curly hair and a diamond earring walks in the classroom, making you suck in your breath. “sup y/n.” he winks at you again, some how you got yourself together enough to respond back to him. “hey dus.” you say instantly cursing yourself at the cheesy nickname. “dus?” he says, you could’ve sworn your shitted on yourself in embarrassment.

“yeah m’sorry that was weir-”

“no, s’kind of cute, hot even.” he cuts you off then looks off to the front of the classroom. you get your face get hot but that was the end of it. soon enough after brandt comes in with his signature walk and plops down in the seat to your left. “what’s up y/n.” he says with that lazy smile you knew and loved. “sup bran.” gosh this was even worse than the last nickname. “hmp, cute.” he chuckled before slouching in his chair.

“she gave me a nickname too, dude.” dustin says, sounding kind of competitive. “cool whatever.” brandt shrugs and looks off to a different part of the room feeling his blood boil. the tension was so thick that a knife wouldn’t be able to cut through, so you attempted to clear the air with a cough or a sneeze but dustin just says something along the lines of bless you, beautiful which made the tension thicker.

once the teacher started to talk it was the only time when you thanked god for it because the silence between you, dustin, and brandt was loud. suddenly in the middle class a paper landed on your desk, you look over to your left to see brandt smirking at you then look back towards the teacher, you chuckled and unraveled the paper and in brandt’s surprisingly decent handwriting it said come to my house after school? - xo brandt, gosh your heart must be tired from the backflips it’s been doing.

you look over at brandt and mouthed, I’ll think about it, he nodded. not even a minute after that another paper falls on your desk, you look over that brandt who was surprisingly wasn’t looking at you already, so it must’ve been from dustin so you look over to your right to see dustin before he winks at your. you unravel the paper and in dustin’s not so surprising good handwriting it said my house? after school? - xo dus, wow he used the nickname you had for him. you look back him and mouthed I’ll think about it. he nods.

gosh there’s a lot to process here. after that period you instantly find maya and anna to help you with this. “oh my god, guy please help.” you huffed, trying to catch your breath that was running away. “what girl what’s got your panties in a bunch.” anna says gigging.

“dustin and brandt, that’s who.” you replied, giving anna the two papers that the boys handed you in class. “oh my god definitely pick brandt.” maya says but anna turned that down. “no absolutely not, pick dustin, remember the earring.” she says dragging out that word earring. you just watch as maya and anna argue over who you should pick and it’s not helping at at.

gosh you’re in a pickle.

[disappointmentofthefam]

Love? Love. (part one)

(Andy Barber x reader)

summary- recently split from his wife, Andrew Stephen Barber, aka, Mr hotshot ADA daddy dilf, lives with his 14 year old son Jacob. All he has known since the tender age of 17 is Laurie, and their baby boy. Will his life change when a bright eyed and bushy tailed y/n moves in the house right opposite to his? More importantly, will it change for the better or the worse?

*contains adult themes, smut and age gap (reader is a senior in college, Andy is in his early thirties)*

Andy's sleep is rudely cut short by the whirring engine of packers and movers mixed with the commotion of workers walking back and forth, setting up the furniture.

His face grimaces as soon as he opens his eyes,

at seven fucking am on a sunday! fuck off!

Apparently-as he later finds out-a new family had just moved in the house opposite to his. From what he had heard from his best friend(and neighbor), Sam, the family had a son of around Jacob's age which was about perfect since Jacob was a shy kid and wasn't exactly Mr. popular with kids his age. maybe he would find a friend in the new kid

By the next weekend, Jacob and the kid, Tyler, were already friends and today Jacob had invited his friend to play video games together.

"Daaaaddd", Jacob whines, "Please don't embarrass me!"

Andy gasps dramatically ,"Are you ashamed of your old man!", he even goes as far as to clutch his chest, right where his heart is, "i knew this day would come, i just thought it would be fifty years from now when i am bound to a hospital bed and shit my pants every time i try to say a word with more than three syllables"

As Jacob rolls his eyes, laughing, the doorbell rings, "whatever old man, just behave or i won't buy you diapers when you're all old and 'bound to a bed'".

Tyler shyly greets Andy and the boys disappear into their boy cave. Andy decides to settle down for a movie from the comfort of his couch. He can already imagine what Sam would say if he found out about Andy's weekend plans

are you seriously wasting all that good-good on a couch? Let's go out man , find you a pretty girl, you need to get out of this 'grandma' routine

Sam wouldn't get it ,he was married, happily so, and had a baby girl with the woman of his dreams. "Between the two of those pretty girls, i don't stand a chance"- he'd say

It wasn't that easy for Andy to navigate the modern dating world, there were too many 'what ifs' and not enough 'why nots' for him to fall in love again

what if he's a one night?

what if he catches feelings and she doesn't? what if he finds someone perfect only to find out he's incapable of feeling love again?

oh shit, worse yet- what if he was a reboun-

His thoughts are interrupted by the ringing doorbell, jesus can't a man watch the godfather for the millionth time in peace?

"Hi, Mr. Barber"

Andy's breath hitches, "Hi there"

"I would shake your hand but mine are full", she giggles.

Andy's heart does a backflip at her laugh as he shakily reaches out to take the four tupperware boxes from her.

"I'm y/n", she gives him a sweet smile, "I'm Tyler's sister and we just wanted to thank you for inviting him over, god knows we needed the break! Teenagers, amirite", she looks up at him with those big doe eyes.

Snapping out of the trance, Andy invites her in, "Come in............uh",

"Y/n"

Andy's chest is filled with a warm, fuzzy feeling

Names are so intimate, Y/n, while he asks her to come in, Y/n, he asks her to sit, Y/n, as he brews her a cup of coffee.

Andy, as her eyes sparkle when she realizes the movie he has on, Andy, as she tells him she cooked all the treats she brought him tonight

"So", Andy strikes up the conversation as they settle on the couch, "i've heard that you tutor children?"

"Oh, yes, It's just to earn a little before i graduate, besides, my god complex is fulfilled while teaching people", she jokes.

Andy doesn't remember the last time he was so interested in a conversation that wasn't about work or crime, or both, really.

An hour later, they are way past formalities, talking about everything and nothing, as if they were old friends.

Her mouth agape, she looks at him in utter disbelief, "He got away with it?" ,Andy can't believe she's so engrossed in his work stories, Laurie had always told him to keep his work where it belonged-in his office.

"Tyler and i should leave now, it's getting late, mom will be mad if we're late for dinner"

Andy's heart sinks why did she have to leave

"Alright sweetheart", he says lowly, "it was a pleasure to have your company".

Y/n smiles bashfully 'sweetheart'

did he mean it? no way! he must have a thousand women worshipping at his feet, he's the fucking ADA, he's single, he's hot and don't even get me started on that smile-

Focus Y/n!!

Andy notices the hitch in her breath, the sudden tint on her cheeks and the way her shy eyes try to look anywhere but at him

a straight up filthy image crosses his mind-

you, laying naked on his bed, all spread out for him, whining as he sucked between your petals

you, closing your eyes bashfully as the head of his thick cock lines up with your wet, tight hole

he would have no qualms with slapping your face lightly, "look at daddy while he's fucking you open"

"look at me baby, look at who's making you feel so good"

he'd kiss your pouting lips, "my dumb little baby can't think with daddy's cock inside her, ca-

okay Andy, She's a smart and beautiful twenty-one year old girl, she must have boys falling at her feet, the last thing she'd want is you.

As she and Tyler leave, Andy can't help the stupid smile on his face

"dad?, you good there?"

Andy snaps out of the trance, "yeah kid"

"phew! With that shit eating grin, you almost had me convinced that you had shat you pants"

OH THIS LITTLE ASSHO-

author's note: heyyyyyyy girlies, i purposefuly made the first chapter short and vague so i can take the story forward as you'd like me to! Please do leave suggestions!!! nothing is off limits to me

[sansypansy]

"He'll always choose me over you."

Dick was prepared for the right hook Bruce delivered. He wasn't, however, prepared for the sheer force put into the punch.

"Shit, Bruce." He spat out the metallic taste on his tongue. "I thought you said this was just a spar."

"It is a spar."

"Then why does it feel like you're just using me as a punching bag?"

The two alphas circled each other slowly on the mat. Dick had lost track of how much time had passed since they'd begun. All he knew was the way Bruce was acting made Dick's hackles rise and triggered his furious instincts.

"You're overthinking it," Bruce countered. "You're just a bit out of shape. Try harder."

He lunged with another punch ready, but this time Dick blocked him and locked them in position to snarl in Bruce's face.

"You forget I'm a master at dealing with your bullshit."

Dick slammed his knee into Bruce's gut then delivered a hit to the chest with his elbow. He finished off with a backflip kick and landed gracefully a good distance away from the older alpha.

"This about Damian asking me to share his heats, isn't it?"

Bruce growled. Jackpot.

Dick huffed ironically, lips forming a condescending smirk.

"God, you're such a manchild. It's not my fault I treated him so good the first time. Sounds like a skill issue."

It was a taunt. Dick knew why Damian came to him - they had a special emotional bond. Dami trusted him.

And one day, Dick hoped it would become more.

Bruce didn't have that with Damian, and Dick knew the man was jealous. He was Damian's Batman first, and Bruce couldn't take that away from them.

He wouldn't let him.

Dick was ready to block the right hook this time.

"He's my Pack Omega," Bruce grunted in his Batman voice. "You're attempting to take a position that should not be yours."

"Yeah well that doesn't make you his alpha either!" Dick growled, flashing his fangs. "The Pack Omega made his choice and not even you can contest it."

The spar turned into a full blown fight as Bruce grew more aggressive with his punches and Dick pulled all the stops to taunt and push back as much as possible. This was personal, now.

"Even if you win, it still won't change anything," Dick spat. "Damian will always choose me, not you."

"If I win, you will stop playing mates with my omega."

"He's not yours! He's mine!"

"THAT'S ENOUGH!"

Both alphas froze mid-fight as their heads snapped toward the direction of the shout. Damian stood on the cave's railing, scent reeking of fury and indignation.

"Both of you should be ashamed of yourselves." He scoffed. "I am not a prize for you to act like immature children who do not want to share their toys! I am a person with my own feelings, you foolish alphas!"

"Dami, that's not--" Dick fumbled, but was promptly cut off.

"Save it, Grayson. I had expected better from you, especially when I chose you to help me through my heats. But it seems to me that my judgement was poorly placed."

Damian glared at the Pack Alpha with the same intensity.

"Neither of you are stepping foot in my nest this cycle."

Bruce and Dick exploded in protests, but Damian merely dismissed them with a growl.

"I have other alphas to give that privilege. I'm sure Drake or Todd wouldn't be too opposed. They've been sniffing after me for a while now."

He turned on his heels, tossing them a cold glance.

"I hope this will be an enlightening moment for you both."

With that, the Pack Omega strutted away, leaving behind two sulking and fuming alphas.

But the lesson wasn't learned, because they would blame each other for this terrible outcome for many days.

[toulousewayne]

Batfam and Batsis Headcannon: The Teams Part 1

Majority of DCU knows about the Batfamily and many work with them and have formed teams with them. However, while many have worked with Y/n she was never officially on anyone’s team. In fact a lot of the League have never worked with her but a select few have had the chance.

Superman and Wonder Woman have worked with her countless times, there were even times that had to fill in for Batman and she assisted them. It goes without saying Diana Prince loves all of the Batkids but Y/n definitely has a special bond with the Princess. While Barbara oversaw most of Y/n’s training she was trained by others. Her most worked with trainer was Diana herself.

Barbara had Y/n complete her training with Diana and she had to win in order for Barbara to give her final blessing for her to suit up.

“Remember never go for the obvious attack.” Diana swiftly block Y/n’s bow staff strike and shove her backward.

“Never let your opponent get your weak spot,” she attempted to strike the girl who backflipped out the way and block two punches,”You’ll face many who will not stop because you are a child, you must fight them with your all. And then,” she kicked the back of Y/n’s knee and she caught herself before hitting Diana in the chest.

“You give more. Never let your guard down.” Y/n smirked. Diana returned the smirk,”Good. Again child.”

She always worked with Clark, before Tim joined she had to protect the city while Batman and Nightwing were in England to find information about a Drug Lord who had recently smuggled weapons and drugs into the city and need to find him in London.

“Are you sure your gonna be okay, I can ask Wally to—“

“I’ll be fine mother hen.” She scoffed putting on her utility belt and cape.

“I know you will, but I’d rather be safe than sorry that’s why I’ve asked Clark to visit you throughout the next two nights.”

“What! So you don’t trust me after all!” She stocked over to him but he pulled his cowl up and hopped into the Batwing.

“He’s there as backup.” Nightwing joined him and with that they raced out of the cave.

Batgirl stood overtop of a building while listening to a group of armed men break into one of Black Mask’s buildings.

“Show time.” She threw smoke and glided down and began fighting them. She didn’t realize there was several more around the corner and soon she was surrounded by some armed and unarmed men.

“Where you gonna go now Brat-girl?”

“I don’t know yet maybe Amusement Mile,but you are so going to Blackgate creep.”

“You little bitch I’m gonna—“ before he could shot her his body was sent flying into a group of trash cans.

“Now that’s no way to talk to a young lady.” Superman smirked. The other goons looked like they were gonna shit their pants and Batgirl rolled her eyes.

“Go ahead pretend like I’m not here.” He quickly took all the remaining guns and crushed them into a ball.

Batgirl quickly started fighting the shocked and terrified goons until one managed to run but Superman met him around the corner and the goon passed out before he could do anything. He brought him back to the alley where Batgirl was tying up the rest of the goons.

“I had him.”

“Uh huh,sure you did.” Superman dropped the goon and Batgirl cuffed him to a dumpster.

She grappled to the rooftops where Superman was floating above as sirens could be heard in the distance.

“So,how about a pizza break. I can fly us to Sicily?” He offered.

Batgirl stood before the Kryptonite for a moment,”A Large Margarita?”

He grinned,”Scouts Honor.” She scoffed and climbed onto his back,”Dad’s right you kinda are a bit of a Boy Scout.” And he took off,”What’s wrong with that?” He asked innocently.

The other members of the league she did get to meet as well. She loved spending time with with J’onn while she studied as it was very quiet in the command room.

“So do all Martian have your powers, or are you just one of a kind?”

“While most of my people have gifts and abilities my were more advanced then those in my age group when I was younger.” He didn’t even turn in her direction as he continued to type away on the keyboard.

She tapped her pen on her Geometry textbook.”What was it like, on Mars before the invasion?”

He continued typing for a few minutes before stopping.” It was Home, many things here on Earth are alike. Such as bonds with friends and family, we had our customs and traditions as well. Many think we are so different and while yes there is a difference between an Earthling and a Martian may of us fiction the same in terms of daily living.” He was solemn for a bit before returning to typing.

“Well, I’m glad the team has as someone like you around.” The Martian grinned. “And I’m sure the Bat is lucky to have daughter so curious and eager to learn about different cultures.”

“He better be.” The tween smiled.

She had taken a liking to listening in on League conversations, many of which weren’t even about missions just chaos and disaster.

“Thats’s a bunch of bull!” Hal shouted as Barry and Dinah entered the canteen with irrigation painted across their faces.

Y/n was munching on cheese fries and reading a book Jason gave her a long time ago.

“Hey kid, how’s book going?” Dinah took a seat next to her. “It’s good, what is Hal whining about today?”

She smirked stealing a fry,”He thinks your father is a vampire or something because he’s never seen during the daytime.” She sighed.

“How did you guys even get on this topic?” She marked her book and placed it down eating her fries with Dinah.

“He’s human for crying out loud!” Barry whined sitting down with his tray of hamburgers, nachos, cheese fries and sandwiches.

Hal sat down to taking a large gulp of his Cherry Cola,”Look I’m just saying if we throw Holly water on the Bats he could burst in flames.”

Y/n rolled her eyes under her mask and muttered,”I see why John is the smart Lantern.” Hal turned his gaze to her and grinned.

“Hey kiddo, why don’t you enlighten us. You live with Dracula does he ever walk into the sunlight, does he ever run from garlic, does he ever state food on holy ground?”

“Only when it’s Lasagna night and you eat garlic bread too, But he doesn’t smell like a garlic plant like you do.” Dinah had to hide her face but Barry was doubled over laughing.

“Definitely the Bat’s kid.” He grumbled walking away while checking his breath.

Y/n spent many weekends at Titans Tower before and after becoming Batgirl. She enjoyed being dragged to new pop up shops with Kory or visiting the vintage camera stores with Donna.

She also would play video games with Gar and Victor or mediate with Raven.

“You know the garden at the Manor are great place for tranquility.” She opened one eye looking in Raven’s direction.

“Tempting, I may take you up on that offer Y/n.” Raven had a tiny grin on her face.

“RAVEN! You’ve Hogged Y/n ALL MORNING!” The two turned to Gar who had a annoyed look on his face. Y/n giggled at his antics but Raven sighed.

“We’re mediating, beside you just want her to rematch you in Mario Party and we all know she’ll beat you anyway.” She replied.

“Not True!”

Kori, Dick and Wally enter the room and watch the two bicker back and forth. Y/n slips away to the kitchen where Victor is making pancakes.

“Do they ever not fight?” She turned to Victor who placed two plate of chocolate chip pancakes down. Wally took the other seat and began to devour them.

“This goes without but I doubt they even like breathing the same air as each other.” Wally commented with his face covered in syrup and chocolate chips.

“YOUR ANNOYING!”

“YOU SNORE!”

Dick and Kori watch from the kitchen as Vic hands them plates too.

“Y/n there’s a new sale, would you like to join me after breakfast?” Kori beamed.

“Of course, besides Dick promised to take me to the bookstore next door.” Everyone turned their gaze to the one and only Flying Grayson with syrup now covering his face.

“What?” The girls snickered at Dick but soon the voices of the other two took back over.

“Get a room already!” Victor yelled, which caused them to start bickering with him and Dick covered his face while everyone else ate and watched.

[supersonicanimates]

SPOOKY LIAM INCIDENT AAAAAAA

HFJONE, we all know this series, but let me tell you, there's a secret being covered up by the show's writer, CheesyHFJ. I happen to be one of the only survivors, here is my insanely scary story!

OCTOBER 23, 2023

It all started when i was driving to my friend's house to watch TV. When i got there, my friend went to the kitchen to make popcorn. We had heard rumors of an HFJONE marathon playing on public TV for it's anniversary, as well as Cheesy HFJ selling new plushies of Liam. As my friend got back on the sofa with a bowl of popcorn, we turned on the TV and started watching. To our surprise, we caught the last of ONE 1 on air, we were quite excited, how could Cheesy HFJ himself pay to put this epic show on air???

We stayed up until about 12:03, when episode 3, Screwball was playing. I went to the bathroom because i had to go, and my friend continued watching. When i got out, i continued watching, we got to the scene where Liam is about to do a sick backflip, when suddenly the power shut off except the TV! It started flickering with static, and Liam seemed to grow an uncanny, spooky, HORRIFYING smile, and his eyes turned into pitch black holes, with small lights for pupils. He brutally murdered EVERYONE, EVEN AIRY WITH HYPEREALISTIC BLOOD (he teleported to airy's cave and bashed his head into the computer!). After that, I was so shocked i tried to turn off the T.V., but the remote was jammed, i tried the button on the TV, but when i reached to press it, Liam's glowing pupils looked directly at me, i was so terrified with fear that i ran back to the couch! Suddenly, evil static and symbols appeared on the screen with a BLOODCURDLING SCREAM, i covered my face with the popcorn bowl to not look at it, but my friend was too late..

After the loud noises stopped, i looked over at the TV, it seemed to be pitch black, as if it was never turned on at all, when i looked over at my friend, there was nothing but a liam plush. I started panicking and crying, until i heard muffled screaming from the liam plush, my friend got turned into a plush of that damn green backpack!

I grabbed him and called the police, but the phone lines were choked up with MILLIONS of calls about family and friends turning into liam plushies D:

Suddenly, i heard a knock on my friend's door, when i opened the door, i thought it was the police, but it was CHEESY. H. F. J. HIMSELF. He grabbed my friend from my hands and put him in a sack filled with a ton of other liam plushies, I tried to stop him, but he was too fast. When i checked my phone to find out what happened, all posts about it were erased. it seems cheesy hfj has deleted almost all traces of this incident, but let me warn you...

NEVER,

EVER,

GET A LIAM PLUSH!

THEY HAVE THE POOR SOULS OF PEOPLE WHO GOT TURNED INTO THOSE BECAUSE OF THIS EVIL BROADCAST!

THE. END.

-hfjonefan1865

(this is taken from an old post on a diff site)

[a-sin-to-be-rin]

What Have They Done?

Tim expected to find a serial killer. No one told him anything about superhuman strength.

---

They don't have a name for him. Not officially, anyway. He’s been sneaking around Gotham, killing people left and right. He's careful but brazen, leaving behind no fingerprints but always pinning the victim to the wall with steel knives and leaving a bloody message beside them:

BEWARE THE COURT OF OWLS.

So at this point, they call him the Owl Fanatic. Birdbrain, sometimes. Damian once referred to the killer as “MP.” (“It's short for Member of Parliament, Drake,” Damian had explained, rolling his eyes. “Groups of owls are called parliaments, so a member of the Court of Owls would be an MP.”) This did not catch on.

But regardless of what they call him, he's strong, dangerous, and smart. It's a bad combo for a criminal, especially when there's yet to be a surviving witness.

So when Tim is cornered by a guy with eerie round goggles and knives strapped down his chest and up his back? When the guy says in a dead monotone, “Timothy Drake, the Court of Owls has sentenced you to die,” and charges at him?

Tim is pretty sure he's going to die.

Throwing a smoke bomb, Tim grapples up to a bell tower and engages his comm. “Red Robin to Cave. Requesting immediate backup to Gotham Cathedral.”

Oracle is in his ear immediately. “Cave reads you, RR. Batman and Robin are on their way. What's your 9-2?”

“Owl Guy is at it again. And he knows my name.”

“... your real name?”

“Affirmative.” Tim dodges a knife, and it just barely misses his ear.

“Hood’s in the area. I’ll send him too. Standby.”

Tim tries his best to stand by. It gets tricky when the owl man gives up on ranged attacks and goes in with a ferocity to rival a starved tiger in a petting zoo. With a blade in each hand, he delivers a flurry of attacks, going for Tim’s head, his chest, his hands. Tim keeps up, blocking each attack with his staff, but only barely.

“ETA?”

“Five on Hood. Ten on B&R.”

Tim jumps back but earns himself a graze across the cheek. “Any chance there's someone closer? Spoiler or Batgirl or- I know Signal is a morning guy but-” He's cut off by the owl man’s vicious overhead swing. He has to brace the staff with both hands, feeling his shoes slide back from the force.

“Spoiler and Batgirl are still covering Blüdhaven.”

Right.

“Signal’s at the Cave. It’d take even longer for him to get there.”

Tim doesn't have time to be disappointed. He's too busy trying to keep his head attached to his shoulders. He's blocking and dodging so much that there's no chance to even get a hit in, much less hurt the guy.

“Is this a Justice League-level threat?”

“No.” The answer is automatic, though Tim wishes he could say yes. This guy isn't slowing down for anything. Without backup, Tim may lose this one. “Just tell everyone to hurry up.”

“Copy.”

Tim ducks a sword slash, sweeping his staff out in the same motion. But rather than fall, Owl Dude backflips away.

And that's when Tim is overtaken by the sense that something is not right. The owl person’s fighting stance. His lighter-than-air defensive strategy. The build, the height, the fighting style. It's all familiar. (Impossible, but familiar.)

“Who are you?” Tim demands, landing a blow to Owl Guy’s stomach but instantly retreating before a sword cuts him down the middle.

“Timothy Drake,” he says, which definitely isn't true. “The Court of Owls has sentenced you to die.” And then he's back at it, kicking and swinging and fighting with the strength and speed of a metahuman. Tim considers that this may actually be a metahuman, but he doesn't have long to think about it before a blade catches his thigh, carving a deep wound across the front.

Tim stumbles. He tries to fight through it, but the best he can do is defend. The best he can do is survive. At the beginning of the fight, at his best, Tim couldn't do much more, so now, with a heavily bleeding leg, Tim is feeling particularly helpless.

The owl man knows this. He raises the blade over his head for the killing blow.

And then a bullet tears through Owl Guy’s skull. He pauses, then topples to the ground.

“You good, man?” Jason crouches beside Tim, eyeing his bleeding leg warily. “I keep telling you guys to carry guns, but nooo. No one listens to me.”

“Who… Who was that guy?” Tim scooches over to the dead man and pulls off his goggles and hood.

“No,” Jason murmurs.

Tim swallows back bile, shaky fingers hesitating over the face. Over the familiar cheekbones and distinct nose. Over the undeniable lips and angled jawline.

Tim is staring at the corpse of his missing brother.

The first, immediate difference, however, is his eyes. They look similar, sure. The patterns of his irises remain the same. But what was once blue is now a deep yellow. Almost amber-like.

His complexion is different too. The warmth is gone, leaving behind a chalky pallor. Like he’d been dead for weeks.

“Fuck,” Jason mutters over and over. “Fuck, I… Shit. I didn't know it was… I didn't mean to… Fuck.”

“What happened to him?”

“I shot him in the head,” Jason says, voice tight. “That's what happened to him.”

And then Tim realizes that Jason hasn't looked at Dick since Tim pulled the mask off. He saw the face and had to look away.

“No,” Tim insists, batting Jason’s leg with his free hand. “Look. Dick doesn't look… There was something wrong with him before you… before he died.”

Begrudgingly, Jason crouches down, tilting Dick’s head with a frozen reverence, searching for abnormalities. “He's cold already. And what’s…” He scowls, pushing Dick’s hair aside to find the bullet entry wound. It’s rough. Circular. Almost normal-looking.

Almost. Because the dark red welling in the hole isn’t dark red at all. It’s black.

A brief check of the other side of Dick’s head confirms this. The exit wound is oozing black goop.

“What could turn someone’s blood black?”

Tim has no answer. He just holds out a hand. “Look, just help me up, okay? He got me pretty good, and we need to figure out how to tell Bruce.”

Jason nods. “Yeah. Okay.” He starts to stand when a knife embeds itself in his shoulder. “Wh-?”

Tim isn’t sure if the head rush is from blood loss or emotional turmoil.

“Timothy Drake. Jason Todd. The Court of Owls has sentenced you to die.” Without the hood in the way, Dick’s voice is obviously his. But as he staggers to his feet, Tim has to wonder what kind of monster this thing is. What kind of creature can take on Dick’s appearance and survive a bullet through the brain?

There’s no time to ask questions, of course. Dick grabs his swords and slashes at Tim. Adrenaline thrumming, Tim jumps to his feet and limps back, just missing the blade. Jason recovers much quicker, emptying a clip in Dick’s chest.

Dick doesn’t even flinch. He flips over Jason’s head and cuts across Jason’s back. He knocks Jason down with one boot to the knee and lets Jason slam into the rooftop.

“Hood!” But Hood doesn’t stand up. Dick turns, yellow eyes flashing, and stalks towards Tim. He knows Tim is injured. He’s taking his time. Playing with his food.

“Shit. Oracle. Cave. Do you read??”

There’s a hissing, so loud that Tim doesn’t hear what Barbara says over the comms. And it doesn’t matter what she says, really, because Dick has fallen to his knees, hands clawing desperately at his chest. Then the strength leaves his eyes, and he lands solidly on his shoulder.

The hissing doesn’t stop, freezing air continuously directed at Dick. It’s Bruce, finally arriving with what looks like a cold gun in his hands. He passes the gun off to Damian and approaches Tim.

“Keep pressure on your leg. Get to the Batmobile.”

And then he’s gone, shaking Jason’s shoulder.

Tim gives Dick one last glance before grappling down to the car.

---

Bruce might have expected this. He should have expected this.

… well, he expected half of it, anyway. He correctly identified the killer as a Talon of the Court of Owls. He properly incapacitated the Talon.

But he never expected it to be Dick.

The clues were there. Dick going missing, no trace left behind. Dick’s family history with the Court of Owls. The murderer being intimately familiar with Batman’s patrol route and everyday operations.

Maybe Bruce really didn't expect it. Or maybe he just didn't want it to be true.

But here's the proof, right in front of him. Dick Grayson in a containment chamber, the air hazy with frost. He's slumped against the wall, watching Bruce with half-lidded eyes.

(Eyes once so bright and hopeful and determined. Now warped into the sickly yellow of a predator.)

Bruce holds the button of the intercom. “Who are you?” Because Bruce must exhaust all possibilities. (Because Bruce really doesn't want this to be true.)

Dick’s expression is unchanged - drained and confused. “B-B-Br-Bruce W-Wayne…” he stutters. “Th-The C-Court has… The Court h-has…” He doesn't finish the thought, the cold slowing him so severely that he's barely aware of anything.

“Who are you?” Bruce presses.

“Talon.”

“What is wrong with him?”

Bruce sighs, looking over at his youngest. “Damian, go help Alfred.”

“Alfred is finished. Drake and Todd are recuperating. I’m here to help Grayson.”

Bruce snaps. “You can't-!” And then he cuts himself off, trying to keep calm. “You can't help him,” he says quietly.

As expected, Damian takes this poorly. “There's always a way,” he bites. “What did they do to him, Father? Why is he…?” He waves a hand at the containment unit.

“You're familiar with the Court of Owls?”

A scoff. “Of course. You taught me about them.”

“And you know about their champion soldiers? Their assassins?”

“The Talons.”

“Right.”

Bruce doesn't elaborate. Damian puts the pieces together but is, understandably, baffled.

“So Grayson is a Talon? That's what you're saying?” He sniffs. “Talons aren't human. Grayson is.”

He’s sporting a fair bit of denial there, considering Dick is currently trapped in a small box pumped full of liquid nitrogen and has yet to choke and die, but Bruce tries to give him grace. “I didn't say they aren't human. I said they're inhuman.”

“Same difference,” Damian snaps. “Grayson isn't a Talon.”

“We ran tests, Damian.” Bruce kneels so he's at eye level with the boy, but Damian looks away. “DNA from the skin cells are a perfect match, but his blood… It's not blood, Damian. It's electrum.”

Damian won’t look at him, arms folded.

“The Court of Owls has been reanimating the dead with electrum for centuries. Dick… We need to do more testing, but… odds are good that Dick died a while ago. The Court killed him or found him dead. Either way, they swapped his blood with electrum. He's not… He's not himself anymore.”

This time, when Damian speaks, it's tense. The words barely squeak out of his mouth. “So he's gone. And he's not coming back.”

“Not the way he was. We might…” He shakes his head. He’ll discuss this with the others later. This is not a conversation to have with a child.

Bruce stands, staring at the sunken figure in the containment unit. “Let me know when Jason and Tim are awake. We need to talk.”

---

“You gave me a concussion, you know.”

“J-J-Ja-s-son T-”

“I mean, I shot you in the head, so I guess I’ll give you a pass. Just this once.”

“The… The C-Cour-”

It's hour forty-two since they found Dick. Not much has changed.

“Bruce said you're stuck like this. Physiologically, you're… He said there's no coming back from it.”

And silently, Jason hates the Court all the more. How dare they. How dare they take his brother and-”

“I know you want to kill us,” Jason continues. “Which is new for you, but I get it, I guess.” He sighs. The cold of the containment unit's glass makes his back numb, but Jason stays where he is. It's the closest he can get to Dick without inciting violence. “Bruce thinks we might be able to undo the psychological effects. Remind you who you are. He's probably being optimistic for Damian’s sake, but…”

“J-Jason.”

Jason waits for the “Todd, the Court of Owls has sentenced you to die,” but it doesn't come.

“We’ll keep trying,” Jason swears. “We’ll get you back. I promise.” He turns around, trying to judge Dick’s expression.

Dick is staring at him. Maybe he's been staring this whole time. “J-J-Jas-Jason.” He doesn't try to say the rest.

“I know,” Jason says sullenly. “I know. Just hang in there.”

[jiecomic]

Chapter 10- The Mirror Blade

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In the Monkie Kings cave

"One.."

"Two"

'...'

"Nineteen... Twenty..."

"Twenty one-

BOOM!

As soon as Jie heard MK hitting the ground she turned around to write down the score of his duel with Monkey King, it was a clear lose since Wukong won nine- no wait... ten times!

It was only a second before Monkey King landed on the ground in...less hurtful way than his student.

"Jie! How long this time?" He came excited to Jie knowing the good news he was about to hear

"Twenty one" answered Jie "A whole 3 seconds more than last time" her sarcastic smile didn't destroy Wukong's good mood

"Better! So much better!" He went to MK in order to praise him

At that moment Jie stopped looking at them. Instead she focused on the Mirror blade in it's scabbard laying on the rock next to her.

She took it and sat down on the floor. From the time she got it back she liked to feel it's weight in her hands, it was somehow relaxing. But she wasn't ready to open it, not yet...

"Now..."suddenly she noticed Wukong approaching her "Me and Jie will show you what the real focus is!"

Huh?

"I don't remember agreeing to that"she glanced at her master

" Don't be like that, it's... for educational purpose!" Wukong tried to make her agree

Sigh

"Ok"Jie stood up, but no one missed the fact that she still had Mirror blade in her hand

"WAIT!"suddenly MK stood between them "Is it what I think it is!? Finally I'm getting to see the epic; fox vs monkey, servant vs master, Jie vs Sun Wukong fight?!

Instead of answering Jie showed her battle-ready pose, after jumping back Wukong did the same.

MK took a seat and started filming (for Mei).

It took a while until Jie finally said- "Please... make your move first, master"

"Hah... very well" Monkey King smirked And jumped into the air

He made a few backflips in the sky and was getting his fist ready for an attack. Jie of course noticed it and was getting ready to block it, a red stripes showed on her face, her hand held the weapon tighter and her legs moved to make her pose more steady and when Wukong was about to attack she... moved aside?!

The way she made it so unexpectedly made Wukong so surprised he didn't get to react and fall flat on the ground.

For a while there was a silent for everyone to help them process what just happened, only now MK realised that the fight was over.

"Guys... I might have spaced out for a bit because I have no idea what's going on here" He said

"Same here buddy, same here..."Wukong muttered to him standing from the ground

As he was trying to get dust off of his clothes Jie muttered something

"...It's not answering.."

Hm?

"The mirror blade... It's not getting out!" She said while showing how she was trying to get the weapon out of the scabbard effortlessly

"Tsk... You know Jie.." Monkey King took the weapon from her "If you're really that scared then just addmi-

He stopped talking after he also failed to get it out

After that he was fighting with scabbard in many ways but still failed to even loosen it.

"Why isn't it working? Is it rusty? GASP! Maybe Iron Fan used some spell!"MK started talking some nonsense

"It's not that there is a problem with blade... It's because of me" Jie announced calmly while getting the weapon back in her hands "The mirror blade doesn't simply choose it's owner, it has rules..."

"Rules?" This time the one to ask was Wukong

" Yes... the user needs to follow three rules: energy control, peace of mind and the goal. Since many things happened to me all this time when the blade was out of my reach I failed to follow it's rules...

"But... you'll be able to use the blade again, right?" MK looked at her

"I... don't know"

"Master I need your help!" Jie announced as quickly as MK went back to work

" In what?" Wukong looked at her with confusion

"The reason why I can't use the mirror blade is because of your energy that I have as a result of our contact but because of how chaotic it is I can't control it at all!" She explained

"So... You want me to... teach you?

"I guess there's no other way-

"AWESOME!" He smiled " Now I have two students"

"...If that's how you prefer to call it" she muttered to him "So, what's your secret master?!"

Monkey King crossed his arms and thought for a while

"If I was to be honest... I have no idea!" He laughed

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN?!" Jie shouted but then realised that she shouldn't rise her voice at him "ahem... I mean, is there really no... rule, theory or... anything?

"Nope!-I'm just letting it go and do what it likes!"

"It sounds...awful" Jie didn't even hold back before saying that

"Well how about just trying to learn to use it?"

"I'll.. might give it a shot, I need to get a hold of it somehow, right?

"I can't use it!"

Jie came before Wukong after an hour all tired and exhausted.

"Yeah... looking at you I can guess it's not that easy, well it's my energy after all!"He admitted proudly

"Yeah and because of how chaotic and impulsive it is I can't control it at all!"

"I told you already" he came closer to her"Instead...-

FWIP!

"Let it control you!"

Jie was surprised as she merely avoided Wukong's fist aimed for her head, not long after that followed a kick.

She didn't get if her master was helping her, or getting revenge for before

"Wait!" She shouted before avoiding the next punch"What am I supposed to do?!"

"Stop thinking!" Monkey King explained, but didn't stop attacking her "stop analysing every move, give the control to your body not brain!"

"Then give me a chance"

"HAHAHAHA, nope!"

A next attack followed by a kick and his whip-like tail. Jie felt exhausted from avoiding them but knew accepting them won't end well either.

And at the end, when she was near her limit, the attack from before returned, Wukong was back in the air getting his fist ready, there was a chance for Jie to teleport quickly...

But then... something very strange happened

Jie took out the weapon, and with scabbard on she... blocked it!

It took a while until she realised what just happened, when she turned her gaze towards Wukong he just smiled proudly " That's how you fight in the monkie king style!"

Jie couldn't hold her smile as she noticed a golden symbol shining on the scabbard of the mirror blade.

"It actually worked!"

"Congratulations, you passed the first lesson, which leaves two" Monkie King praised her allowing himself to pat her head a little

" Yeah two..." Jie's mood started to drop down

"Hey, you know... I just ordered a few noodles to celebrate, mind keeping me a company?''

After a while a bright smile returned to the demoness face, she nodded her head and put the blade aside...

'Only two rules left...'

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[misslavenderlady]

Daddy's Girl 🐺

Nyx/Kotori

Summary: After her father kicks her out of the house, Nyx struggles with the reality that nobody is left to take care of her. Though she feels so lonely, one member of the vampire coven is willing to step up and give her exactly what she needs~

It is with great honor that I announce my first fic for the book Shadows of the Night by the truly talented @charlizekkelly! She truly knocked it out of the park and it was such a privilege getting to read her story before it was made available to the rest of the public. I can't wait to make more in the future. Please support her work and get Shadows of the Night in either physical form or on an app.

Warnings: N.S.F.T./Smut/18+ Readers Only, Being kicked out, depression, hurt/comfort, daddy issues, seduction, vampire/human relationship, mention of prior sexual experience, soft Dom, Daddy Kink, Language Kink (Spanish), vaginal fingering, dirty talk, praise, thigh riding, light spanking, overstimulation, aftercare

Life was going to be a whole lot lonelier for Nyx. She wasn't expecting her father to act like this. To see her as nothing more than a stranger and kick her out of the place she was starting to call home. 

How cruel could a man be to let his own daughter fend for herself on the streets of Celacali? To dismiss the love and care he'd given her for nineteen years just because she found sympathy for the men he called monsters. It broke her heart into a million pieces, even if she hadn't shown it when she left. 

So here she was. Bunking with vampires in a cave by the ocean. A mess of blankets and pillows to act as a makeshift nest to keep her safe on the chilly night. For the past hour, she had sobbed into her pillow, wishing and longing for her father. Hoping to wake up and have it all be one bad dream. The only source of comfort she had was her faithful little pup. Feeling Ares nuzzle against her was at least one thing to be grateful for. 

However, she'd soon find that there was another creature that would comfort her. 

"Kleintje?"

Nyx's head shot up from the random pillow she had stained with tears. She knew who it was before she even looked in the direction of the voice. Kotori's special nickname had grown on her, despite the teasing nature of it. Kotori used it with a gentleness she wasn't used to. 

She hastily wiped her tears away, clearing her eyes to gaze at the dark-haired man in the doorway of her room. 

"H-Hey, Kotori," she greeted him, fighting back the tenderness in her throat. "What's up?" 

He wasn't buying her casual act. Not by a long shot. He kept his dark eyes focused on her as he let himself in. Ares hopped off of the bed, skittering out of the room to make way for the towering man. Nyx was hit with an extra wave of vulnerability without her warrior dog. She brought the pillow up to her chest, acting as a makeshift shield between her and Kotori. 

"What's up is that you're clearly not taking this thing well."

She couldn't help but let out a snort at that. Captain Obvious must have been Kotori's nickname. 

"Well, yeah, I don't know too many people who do a backflip at the idea of getting thrown out of their house."

Even if she was masking her tone with sarcasm and wit, Nyx wasn't feeling like herself at all. She was scared. Lonely. Longing for the dad that comforted her after nightmares when she was a little girl. 

"You don't have to do that, you know."

"Do what?"

"Pretend to be brave. Strong. Act like you're okay."

Nyx's stomach flipped at that. Not only was Kotori coaxing her into letting her guard down, but his voice was so deep and smooth as he said it, she was practically shivering. She'd be lying if she said that darkness in Kotori's being wasn't something she found attractive. 

Because with him towering over her even while sitting down, it certainly did things to her. 

"I'm fine!" she insisted. "This isn't a big deal. I'm a grown-ass woman. I can take care of myself!" 

"Nyx," Kotori said, firm but gentle in tone. "It doesn't have to be that way, y'know. It's okay if you need someone to take care of you."

She opened her mouth to speak, yet found the voice silenced by the intimidation of Kotori moving closer to her. With the intensity of his gaze still set on her, he began to shrug off his jacket, revealing the rest of the body he didn't like to have covered. 

Nyx didn't know for certain what he was planning here, but she found that the racing of her heart and the flush of her face showed that she didn't care. 

"I could take care of you, kleintje," he cooed, reaching out to caress her cheek. The coolness of his skin was a delight on her feverish body. "I like caring for others. I know I can come off as big and scary, but it makes me feel so good when I can make the guys feel safe and loved."

The human girl sighed softly, nuzzling her face into his huge palm. He was so tender with her. Far more than anyone else had been. 

Kotori was even more cautious with the rest of her body. His other arm wrapped around her lower back, acting as an aid while he guided her down onto her back. The soft fabric of blankets kept her nice and cushioned as she relaxed on top of the bed. 

Though he completely dwarfed her in size, she didn't feel any less than safe. 

"I don't think you're scary, Kotori."

"Then how about it?" he whispered, tucking a shiny, brown curl behind her ear. "Would you allow me to take care of you? Take over what Aziel has failed to do for a liefje such as you?" 

Nyx felt like the whole world around her was growing fuzzy. She thought back to the night she and Kade had sex in the abandoned store. How passionate and giving of a lover he was. It had made her quite curious as to what the other boys could do. 

Being under Kotori like this made her mind race with lustful ideas. The way he tilted his head and studied her face made it very clear to her that he was reading those thoughts loud and clear. 

"Oh, K-Kotori," she stuttered. "I feel like that's a lot of pressure."

"How so?"

Though Nyx found it easy to be her usual, sassy self around the boys, it wasn't so easy to let her guard down and be more vulnerable. With Kotori being a top contender for most intimidating of the vampires, she wasn't sure how to express her thoughts. 

Still, it couldn't hurt to try. 

"Well, I'm not exactly low maintenance," Nyx explained. "I know I can be very stubborn."

"That's no issue to me," Kotori assured her. He leaned in closer, deep brown eyes staring down at her. "I think you and I both know I can handle rowdy little things half my size~"

Nyx's face burned hot at that statement. That, and his muscled chest was starting to push against her body, ultimately pressing her down further onto the bed. 

"I…um…still want to be human…s-so you're gonna have to feed me takeout every night!" 

"Whatever you want, sweetheart. I don't mind."

"Well…there's clearly the father issues that I'll have to deal with on a therapeutic level…"

Kotori snickered at that. His breath felt warm on her skin, causing Nyx to shiver from the sensation. Her head was spinning and her heart was fluttering. 

"Who needs a father when you can have a daddy~?"

God, that got her panties nice and wet. 

Nyx didn't want to fight her attraction to Kotori any longer. Clearly, he wanted her, and who was she to deny such desire? She wanted him; he wanted her. There was nothing left to discuss. 

The dark-haired man pulled her in for a kiss, moaning as their lips moved together in their passionate embrace. Nyx's arms found their way around his neck, holding on nice and tight while fingers slipped through silky locks. Kotori was all too eager to touch her, running calloused hands over her back and hips. 

While he grabbed at her pants to help guide them downward, Kotori released her lips in order to move to her neck. 

"I had a feeling you would taste wonderful, Kleintje."

"Heh…is that all you know to c-call me?" Nyx asked playfully. Her voice stuttered when Kotori peppered his kisses across the pulse point of her neck. No doubt her rising heart rate enticed him.

"Well, I'm skilled in many languages besides my mother tongue~" he explained before gliding his tongue over her exposed skin. 

Nyx wiggled and whined underneath the tall man, feeling extra squirmy in the best way possible. 

"What else do you know?"

"Italiano, Zhōngwén, Deutsch, Português, Español…"

Perhaps it was a coincidence that Kotori mentioned the last language before nuzzling over a particularly sensitive spot on her throat, causing her to moan a bit louder for him. Or maybe it had something to do with a teenage crush she had on her Spanish teacher back in her school days.

Either way, Kotori was delighted to hear such beautiful noises come from the little human. 

"Ah, te gusta más el español, mamácita?" 

"K-Kotori don't be such a tease."

"No no. No soy 'Kotori'. Llámame…papí~" 

Nyx found herself face to face with the vampire once again as he released her from the touch of his kisses. His deep, dark brown eyes drew her in, casting a spell of some sort and making her head go extra fuzzy. All the while, his hand was snaking down into her underwear, thick fingers traveling to the source of her heat. 

He could see just the kind of effect he had on her. The way she melted from his intense, passionate gaze. He craved more of her. 

"Dilo, querida~"

"...Please….Papi"

Who was he to deny such a sweet thing like her? 

Kotori's fingers danced over Nyx's clit and massaged her labia, working together at a perfect pace for maximum pleasure. The human girl's head fell backwards and her eyes fluttered shut, showing how overwhelmed she was already feeling by the pleasure. It amused the vampire to no end. 

“F-Fuck!” Nyx mewled, squirming underneath Kotori. Of course, she couldn't move around too much because the hand that didn't tease her womanhood was currently pinning her wrists above her head. With palms and fingers as big as his, it was no challenge to hold both of them together with ease. 

“Tu eres muy bellisima, cariña~” Kotori whispered as he moved at a faster pace for her. “Qué lindos sonidos haces”.

Nyx could only understand bits and pieces of what Kotori was saying to her, but even with the language barrier, his voice was enough for her to soak his fingers with her juices. 

She would never deny how breathtakingly sexy he was. With a major height difference, a firm body of muscles always on display, and a handsome face that would make anyone swoon, it could easily label Kotori the most attractive of the group. 

But it wasn't just the looks for her. There was somewhat of a “gentle giant” persona to him. Something that would make certain you were safe and sound. Far away from any threat or danger. The idea of being cared for by Kotori made Nyx's heart pound faster in her chest. 

That, and the way he was massaging her pussy. 

“Please, P-Papi! Oooh~” she whined, her legs shaking as he coaxed her closer and closer to orgasm. He groaned lustfully in her ear as he enjoyed his own rush of arousal. He had found Nyx to be quite the attractive young woman. So full of fire and passion. A beautiful body and the face of a goddess. Such a lovely creature needed this kind of attention every night.

“Por favor mi amor, dame todo~”

Nyx’s hands were trembling under Kotori’s grasp. Her hips and legs were jolting forward, reacting to the pure ecstasy that the vampire granted the little human girl. He was all too amused by her ‘dance’ underneath him, smiling proudly down at her as she cried out.

“F-Fuck!! FUCK! Ooooh~!!”

Even as the waves of orgasm began to fade away, Nyx continued to feel the effect of Kotori on her body. Heavy breaths rushed in and out of her lungs while her pouty lips remained open from surprise. He truly had made a mess of her, and it was plain to see that he was thoroughly enjoying every second of it. She would have made a sassy comment about feeling proud of himself if she wasn’t so dizzy from her afterglow.

“Woah….fuck….Kotori…~”

“No no, cariña,” he tsked. “Yo no estoy terminado contigo~”

“S-Sorry…what did you s-”

Before the brunette girl could even finish getting her question out, she was swiftly moved into a brand new position, stunning her back to reality. In a mere half second, Kotori had managed to flip both of them, so their positions were swapped. Now he was lying back comfortably on the bed with Nyx perched right over him. 

“What the hell are y-”

“Cállate,” he interrupted again, bringing a massive hand over her bare butt. She let out a squeak from the sensation. It hadn’t hurt too badly, but it certainly gave her a shock. “Be a good girl for me, Nyx. Daddy’s good girl, okay~?”

His hands glided over her soft skin before taking hold of her legs, nudging them further apart so that each one would be on either side of his own leg. Her pretty eyes widened when the realization hit her. Kotori wanted her to ride his thigh. If she wasn’t hot and bothered already, she certainly was now. 

The dark-haired man gazed up at her with a look of both desire and mischievousness. He may have been a centuries-old vampire, but he never got tired of having a beautiful lover on top of him. Of course, no other human could ever compare to someone like Nyx. If it weren’t for his brothers, he would happily keep her all to himself. 

“Move that sexy body for me, baby~”

Nyx’s breath shuddered, her cheeks growing warm again. She did as she was told, nodding before grinding her hips against him. The leg underneath the denim jeans felt strong and muscular, giving her plenty to work with. Her poor, aching cunt was already quite sensitive from his fingering. Now he had her whimpering and humping his leg like some kind of pup in heat.

But Kotori was not unkind to her. Far from it. He kept a careful hold on her hips, guiding her to do what he wanted. When she followed his lead, he was more than happy to praise her.

“There you go. Atta fucking girl~” he growled, thoroughly turned on by her display. “All you have to do from now on is let Daddy take care of you, sweet girl. You do as you're told, and I’ll spoil you little a pretty little princess~”

Nyx couldn’t even think straight at that point. With each bump against Kotori, a wave of pleasure hit her right in between her legs. She was dripping wet for him. The sweet juices of her pussy were creating a small wet patch on the fabric of his jeans. It was something that brought great pride to his ego. That, and the moans she let out for him as she rode him.

“Aah! Oooh my god…D-Daddy~” she cooed. Her hips were bucking faster now, showing off the aching desire she had for more friction. Each time she bumped up against his thigh, she was already impatient to do it again. 

Kotori was the perfect guide for her grinding. He never once removed his hands from her body or took his eyes off of her. Every beautiful sigh and moan she let out was more than enough to keep his attention. 

She deserves this, he thought to himself. I’m never going to let her go back to that terrible home. She’s all mine.

It didn’t take much longer for Nyx to hit that sweet rush of dopamine again. Kotori was more than capable of making her feel good, and if she wasn’t hooked on him already, then cumming while straddling his thigh certainly did. 

The poor girl was shaking like a leaf, overcome by the lingering jolts of pleasure rushing through her body. She couldn’t even scream out Kotori’s name, she was so overwhelmed. All she could do was let out a quiet whimper before collapsing down on his chest. A soft yet deep chuckle rumbled in his chest, showing off how amused he was by her behavior.

“There’s my good girl,” he cooed, wrapping his strong arms around her figure. Nyx, in her delirious state, found herself eagerly cuddling against Kotori. She let out a sigh before allowing her eyes to shut. He really had worn her out. 

While the vampire whispered sweet nothings to her and stroked her back carefully, she felt the pull of sleep take over her mind. The terrible day had been forgotten now, replaced by the sweet words of Kotori.

“Don’t fret, Kleintje. Daddy’s gonna be the one to take care of you from now on~”

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@charlizekkelly @harleycao @traciehicks @ghoulgeousimmaculate @vampirefilmlover @cryptic-michael @charlottieellis @fallingthruspace @oceansrose2002 @chylerluvschim

Translations

Spanish

te gusta más el español, mamácita? = You like Spanish most, hot mama?

No soy 'Kotori'. Llámame…papí~ = I'm not 'Kotori'. Call me... Daddy~

Dilo, querida = Say it, darling

Tu eres muy bellisima, cariña. Qué lindos sonidos haces. = You are very beautiful, darling. What pretty sounds you make.

Por favor mi amor, dame todo = Please my love, give me everything

Yo no estoy terminado contigo = I'm not done with you

Cállate = Shut up

Dutch

Kleintje = Little one/Shorty

Liefje = Dearie/Cutie

[gingernut1314]

lemme read some of that siren song 👀

Of courseee!

This is the prequel some of you might have seen me say I am going to write for my Songbird series, so it's set before the events of its first part.

This is still very under development so please bear with me...🫣

Siren Song: (name changed to Songbird's Crescendo) Buggy x F!Reader Summary: It has only been a week since you were freed and your new captain manages to get you kidnapped once more...but you had not expected to step right into the middle of a circus.

It had been a week since you were rescued by Luffy, Zoro, and Nami. Just a week since escaping that cave full of precious gems that gleamed in the dim torchlight like the blood that had been spilled in its depth had crystallized into the walls. 

Just as week since Luffy had Gum-Gum Bazooka-ed and Zoro had cut through the guards chasing after you. A week since Luffy had allowed you onto his ship despite the warnings from Nami about taking you away from those who had owned your life. 

Just a week and you still didn’t believe you had escaped. You had convinced yourself this escape was a dream. That when you closed your eyes at night you would wake up the next morning back in the dusty cave, chained up and sleeping huddled in a corner with others chained with you. 

And in just a week's time of being with Luffy and his reluctant crew, you were being kidnapped all over again. Kidnapped, knocked out by red dust, and locked in a wooden box that had your vision narrowing and your heart beating painfully against your chest.

You could hardly hear Nami whisper shouting at Luffy as you struggled to breathe and find a way out of the box--no, prison you were in. Not as you began slamming yourself against the wood, which shook like it wasn’t held together very well. 

Funky music filled your ears and flashing, multicolored lights hit your eyes as the box was pulled apart around you. As a juggling man flew in front of you on a tricycle, men and women flipped and swung through the air, others doing elaborate cartwheels and backflips. There was flames and sword swallowing and a woman twisting herself into knots while trying to juggle red balls with her feet. 

A circus. You had been thrown into the middle of a very intricate, very flashy circus and you felt--at ease. Felt your breath even in your chest and your hands stopped shaking. 

That is, until you spotted the audience. An audience who cheered and clapped but also cried. An audience who was being forced to cheer and clap and sit there. An audience who was chained. 

All those breath-stealing and vision-blurring emotions sprung back to life with revenge. You made to rush for the audience--to free them, only for a strong arm to grab you. Zoro said something quick and sharp in your ear but you hardly heard him. You didn’t hear him. 

The performances came to a freezing, fear-filled halt as a man came storming out onto stage. A man all done up in glittery clown makeup and an outfit to match. And despite your panic, his danger-filled eyes snagged your attention. Eyes that were a pretty shade of blue-green. A shade that remembered you of bits of sea glass.

Sea glass your dad had given you. Your dad who had taken you, kicking and screaming, away from your mom. Your dad, the captain of your ship and the first to be killed by that wicked king's underlings. 

A damp cave, dim light, horrid pain, red gems, chains. 

You fought and slipped your way out of Zoro’s grip and sprinted at the clown. 

Was it a good idea to go for the figurehead of this circus? No. Definitely not.

Were you going to get yourself killed? Hell, yes. But you couldn’t think properly past the ringing in your ears. Not when you had set your sights on that clown as your target to channel all your anger into.

He looked very surprised, to say the least when he caught sight of you. So surprised you were actually able to get your hands on him and tackle the clown to the ground. His hat was knocked from his head as he landed back with a pained release of air.

You were quick to grab hold of his fur-lined beige coat and pull his face closer to your snarling face.

“Let them go.” You spat with every bit of venom you could muster up. The venom was halted by a funky, crackling laugh spilling from the clown's red-pained lips. 

“Sweetcheeks, if you wanted to get on top of me, all you had to do was give me a pretty please.”

@fanaticsnail (in case you were interested!!)

[idyllvcs]

I WANT YOU.

Ⅰ. ZHONGLI X F!READER  ⅠⅠ. TAGS : fluff, kissing, friends to lovers (kinda?), a scene where hu tao pounces the reader, reader uses she/her prns, mentions of alcohol consumption, slightly suggestive at the end, talks about impulsive actions, tension, awkwardness, reader just fawning over zhongli ⅠⅠⅠ. WC : 1.8K ⅠⅠⅠⅠ. SYNOPSIS : you struggle to give a gift to a certain someone who caught your interest for quite some time now. english isn’t my first language, sorry !

zhongli wasn’t an impulsive man. impulsive tendencies never clashed with him well and he knew himself that though he had adjusted to life as a mortal, he could never be as impulsive as the people around him. he was many things; calm, collected, handsome, and elegant. those were the words you spurred out randomly when he asked how you would consider him personality-wise.

unlike zhongli, you were more on the less bold and impulsive side. despite being quite an odd and silent person in the public eyes, you were much more different when comfortable. zhongli would sit you down and talk about history and tales, and you’d try your best to engage in the conversation despite knowing nothing he was talking about. though he was aware of how confused you were, he kept going because somehow your knitted eyebrows and pursed lips made his stomach do a backflip. sometimes, you’d impulsively chime in with an incorrect which he had to later correct with a growing grin on his face.

“why didn’t you bargain for a cheaper price?” hu tao screeched, pointing at the trinket you’re holding. you swore her voice echoed throughout the whole funeral parlour. you shook your head in defeat and defended yourself, “i was too nervous! the auntie selling it had a really intense vibe.” unbeknownst to you and your clearly agitated friend, a certain consultant’s ear picked up on the conversation as he was leaving his office. zhongli leaned against the wall, crossing his arms and listened intently. he had some time to spare so why not ?

“you could’ve gotten this for at least 700 mora but.. 1200… are you insane !?” your friend’s eyes twitched. hu tao’s hands hovered in front of you, threatening to strangle you within the next millisecond. you hit her arm and clicked your tongue. this afternoon while striding at liyue harbor’s dock, a certain stall caught your eyes– particularly an item displayed at the front row; a small glass sculpture of a glaze lily. long story short, you were too nervous to bargain for a cheaper price as the shopkeeper seemed slightly annoyed at your hesitation. you assumed mr. zhongli would like this as a small gift as thanks for his small little history lessons or rambles but when hu tao saw you walk into the parlour, you caved under the pressure of the energy ball who you call a best friend and let a little bit of information slide.

“alright ! alright ! i’m sorry,” your voice cracking as you raised your hand in defeat. “i just wanted to give mr. zhongli a gift.” hu tao’s eyebrows raised, and zhongli’s too. a low chuckle escaped his lips but it was cut off abruptly when he heard a thud. hu tao had pounced on you- well attempted to before you grabbed her arms and pulled her down with you. “are you crazy!?” you whisper-yelled. you were still aware that you’re at a funeral parlour and despite the fact hu tao does not give a single care, you hushed her. hu tao shook her head and pushed you back on the floor. “i’m not the one hitting on a funeral consultant who’s my best friend’s employee” she shot back, pointing straight at your face. “although…” a mischievous smile grew on her face slowly. oh no, oh no. you let out a groan. that smile, the same smile she made when she dosed chongyun’s strawberry popsicle with jueyun peppers. you shook your head and backed to the exit, “you won’t.”

her smile morphed into a smirk, “oh, but i will~” you shot a glare before exiting the parlour, abandoning your initial goal. “i’ll still meet you for drinks tonight,” you mumbled.

“i assume you heard all of that right, mr. zhongli?” hu tao exclaimed. she jumped up giddily and turned to the corner the man hid behind. the former archon let out a sigh before making himself visible to her. zhongli nods before walking past the bubbly girl. “director,” he greeted. “hey ! are you gonna do something about her !?” hu tao shouted out.

a light knock against a door diverted zhongli’s attention from reading. it was half past 12, so who would be here at this hour ? he had just arrived home after deciding to work late and had just settled down for an hour. zhongli swung the door open.

“hi,” you squeaked out. what is she doing here at this time he mused.

“greetings,” zhongli responded. “to what do i owe the pleasure?”

you fiddled your fingers and darted your eyes everywhere obviously avoiding making eye contact with the man in front of you. normally, you’d see him clad in his long coat but right now he only has a white button-up and a vest on. you assumed he’d taken off his coat the moment he arrive home.

“um..” you stutter. as cliche as it sounds, you were at a loss for words. maybe it’s because you’re wearing a somewhat revealing dress and the most proper man you’ve ever known was taking his sweet time to observe you or maybe it’s because he looks so fine without his coat on. nevertheless, you shook your thoughts away and built the courage up to look him in the eye. 

“would you like to come in for tea?” he asks rather confused but concerned. you politely accepted before entering his home. zhongli sits you down before striding away to brew a pot of tea. he assumed you were slightly tipsy after having drinks with his director but you showed no signs of it though the scent of wine wafted slightly when you walked past him. 

as promised, you did meet hu tao for drinks. half of the conversation was the endless and merciless teasing from hu tao and yun jin while your much younger friends, who couldn’t drink, stared at her as if she did something shameless but back at you with a look of confusion. you wave them off muttering along the lines that hu tao was joking around. 

the night ended with you waving goodbye to your friends. aside from the fact you had to deal with the piqued interest of your friends about your not-so-newly formed crush on a particular funeral consultant, you also had to walk home after carrying a shockingly heavy passed-out friend back to her home who grew too tired and just slept like a baby. your feet hurt, archons it hurt so bad but you still continued walking home. you considered taking off your heels but you rather have rex lapis serve your head on a platter than walk on stone with your bare feet. which is why you found yourself at zhongli’s home, the only person you knew who was in your vicinity. 

as you sat down on his couch, you let out an internal sigh of relief that your lower body won’t feel pain for a bit before you make your way back home again. zhongli walks back to the sitting area and smiles at you softly before sitting down next to you. “sorry for intruding, i just needed to rest a bit before leaving,” you mumbled. zhongli frowns when you scooch away to give him some personal space but makes no attempt to move closer to you.

“it’s alright, make yourself at home,” he responded softly. you could hear the tea kettle starting to boil on the stove. you tap your fingers against your bare thigh as your dress already rode up a bit as you sat down. “are you perhaps cold?” “no no, i’m okay.” you made hand gestures signifying you aren’t as if your denies aren’t already enough for him to hear but the man stubbornly disagreed and handed you his coat to cover your lap. “apologies, my blankets are still drying,” he says sheepishly. 

“ah.. thank you though– you really didn’t have to, mr. zhongli.” “my pleasure.” it was silent again and you both knew it. you didn’t know what to say or do. the only thing you could hear was the gas stove– why’s the tea taking so damn long ? when you shifted you felt a hard object move in your purse against your skin. the glaze lily. this could spark a conversation and relieve some of the tension. “oh right, mr. zhongli, i have something for you,” you say reaching into your purse, and pulling out the trinket you bought that morning. 

the glass sculpture surely caught zhongli’s eyes. the details and hues of the glass flower and the illumination of the moonlight made it especially stunning. “i bought it this morning and wanted to give it to you as a thank-you gift- especially when you’ve taught me a lot of history and accompanied me. the traveller mention something to me about your liking of glaze lilies and i assumed you’d like this.” 

“oh, i shouldn’t-” he says.

“yes, you should,” you reply back. you grab his gloved hand before placing the gift into his palms. his ears tinged red and he felt heat in his stomach. zhongli was too focused on the foreign feeling in his stomach and didn’t notice the equal embarrassment you felt after holding onto his hands. 

“ahem, thank you. i’ll cherish this gift.” zhongli says. well... you made this more embarrassing. maybe it’s time to make your leave as it’s getting later. you let go of his hands abruptly before getting up. you quickly hand him back his coat and thanked him for his company. “i shall leave now, thank you again.”

As you inch closer to the door, you heard footsteps from behind you. The man followed you to his front door. Did he want to say something? Did he not like the gift? All sorts of questions flowed into your head and before you could say something, he made his move.

zhongli is not a man of impulse. No, he is not but he follows his instinct. So when his body yelled at him to run to you and to hold onto you, he did so. He inches closer and traps you against his front door. “hi,” you weakly say. “hello,” he responded with a smile. you were nervous but didn’t want to leave or go, you wanted to stay like this for a while. zhongli stares at your glossy lips and the specks of blush decorating your cheeks and collarbones before reaching his hands to cup your face. 

his still-gloved fingers glide against your bottom lips and for a moment you see his eyes falter against your touch. your left hand rest on his chest and the other on his broad shoulder. you leaned in, not entirely, but enough to feel his breath against your skin. “may i?” he politely whispers. “you may,” you mumble back before letting him fully lean in. you both ignored the whistles of the kettle.

BONUS SCENE

“WHAT,” hu tao screeched. yun jin placed her drink back down on the table and stares at you. you rub your temple at the commotion your best friend is making, the volume of her voice obviously alarming the nearby tables. you apologize to the nearby customers before drawing your attention back to your friends.

chongyun and xingqiu share a knowing look and xiangling hugs guoba tightly. you groaned, “well..  at least say something besides screaming!”

[x-authorship-x]

Can I ask who's Obi and what's AnS? I've seen you mention them sometimes and I think I've seen you reblog things on it? But I never looked it up, but since you have amazing tastes in fictional men you got me curious now

Hehehe, Anon, you're in for a lot of gushing...

AnS/SWTRH: Akagami no Shirayuki-hime/Snow White with the Red Hair is a manga (with only one season of anime rip) and it was actually my first real manga love. That's right folks, my Obi love predates Shisui!

I don't want to spoil it too much for you if you decide to have a go at it but, basics are:

Shirayuki is a herbalist in the Kingdom of Tanbarun who was born with striking crimson hair, which garners a lot of attention for her. When she's forced to run, she makes it over the border into the neighbouring kingdom of Clarines as a kind of refugee. She meets and gains the aid of the Second Prince, Zen, and his two Knight aids, Kiki and Mitsuhide. Shirayuki and Zen are the main pairing in the anime. Shirayuki joins the gang by apprenticing as a herbalist at the Royal Infirmary.

Here's a manga cover: (bottom right to left going upwards clockwise) Shirayuki, Zen, Kiki, Mitsuhide, and then... Obi

I'll try not to devolve lol

Obi, who is the tritagonist, was hired by a minor antagonist in the castle to basically... scare Shirayuki off from 'befriending' (in the shipping way, yk?) Zen, but nothing he does works. In watching her, Obi becomes curious about the kind of stubborn, sensitive, intelligent, kind woman that Shirayuki is. Through a series of events, Obi is taken on as one of Zen's attendants, going so far as to call the prince 'Master', and becomes Shirayuki's bodyguard and partner in crime during her adventures. He refuses to address her by name and only calls her 'miss'. Obi eventually comes to fall in love with Shirayuki, which Zen is aware of but Shirayuki is not, but he loves Shirayuki and values Zen too much to even consider speaking of it, not to mention his own beliefs that he is unworthy. Obi has a very mysterious past, not just because he has a lot of dubious skills with fighting, parkour, thievery and espionage, but because we don't actually know where he's from etc. Needless to say, I am hardcore ObiYuki allllll the way.

Obi:

He's just-!!!! He's very playful and evasive and you can tell he really doesn't value himself as much as he does the people around him. Even when Knighted, he's still got this image of himself as a dirty mercenary assassin trying to get by. He's flirty, a good few people polyship him with ZenYuki, but skittish of real emotion. He touched Shirayuki's shoulder once and then couldn't sleep because he was thinking about it over and over.

He and Shirayuki are low-key high-key raising a child together (Ryuu is technically Shirayuki's apprenticeship master lol child genius) and he's such a good father figure, even if he wouldn't see it that way

Obi is really sensitive, there are so many times when Shirayuki will earnestly thank him and he'll literally just... Buffer. He can swear his fealty and make sly comments about setting his life at other's feet but the moment someone suggests that they love him back?? Evasion, freezing, side eyes, wide eyes, I'm just 😩

Obi is a badass. He's literally THE badass of the show. Zen has a sword, yeah, and Kiki could kill me and I'd thank her but... Damn. Obi is doing backflips in a spar and shit, he's literally launching himself across rooftops and scaling turrets.

Obi is actually just a really wonderful person? He listens to people. He has absolutely no background or real interest in herbalism but guess what he'll fucking do? Run around on little adventures with Ryuu and Shirayuki, repotting plants under their direction, wading through ice caves to find flowers, helping them in the lab to distill essences... And he's listening and brainstorming with them! It would be so easy for his character to have passed off on it, maybe turned it into a "I'm here but not mentally" joke or maybe even just pushed to the back of these scenes but no, Obi's right in there all the time to help. Shirayuki and Zen have relationship issues? Obi doesn't even think about trying for his own agenda, he just puts supporting them (Shirayuki first, then Zen) as the top priority. Kiki and Mitsuhide in a bind? Obi will come out with a line but of course he would help them, watching carefully with concealed concern. Later, when Obi has his own duties, he's still heavily involved with the day to day research of his friends, making friends with other lab researchers outside of being Shirayuki's tagalong!

So... That's Obi! My OG babygirl!❤️✨

Hope that cleared it up for you! 🥰✨

Edit: his eyes are gold. That's the final nail in my coffin

[futureplayboibunnie]

‘Ravenous’

Dr Strange x fem! reader

- i love the idea of domestic Stephen but this one has an obvious smutty twist. this one is one of my most fkn dirty and filthy so be warned sluts <333

- BRO IS SO FINE HOW IS HE REAL.

Your mind was doing backflips and your heart was nestled in your throat with every moment that passed since Stephen asked you out for dinner. It only took him 8 months to finally have the balls to ask for a clandestine meeting. You were happy go lucky for the entire day, thoughts constantly straying to Stephen when you should be focusing on getting rid of potential threats but you were so damn giddy over this man and it made your chest cave and your thighs squeze together. You were subconsciously chewing on your lower lip and the mere thought of him and in all honesty you were acting like a teenage girl getting asked for homecoming.

Stephen was never really known for letting his guard down, he was all hubris and hard features, never letting anyone get close and a massive misunderstanding of relationships. He couldn't remember the last time he wanted someone else this bad, but he did. He wanted you. You teased out a lightness, an ease that he never let himself experience and it just felt right to spoil and lavish you. You were funny, sexy, smart, seductive: the whole package that he wanted to unwrap like an impatient kid at Christmas. It was extruciatingly painful to sit and twiddle his thumbs but Stephen wanted to take his time with this, even though he wanted to pounce on you and fuck you until mornings end. He was feigning his desire for you but he wanted to impress you so bad, it was as if his testosterone was being exposed tenfold. It was instinct.

He ushered everyone out of the Sanctum, no rhyme or reason when telling all the other sorcerers and Wong was too tired to argue with him. Now it could be just you and him alone, in the warmth of each others company.

He wasn't really much of a cook but he was willing to try. Stephen was given a duck by Tony, he said it was a sure shot way of impressing any woman but he wasn't sure. He didn't even know how to get started with a fucking duck, though he did know how to work with some spices- saffron was a class of it's own.

It was getting dark and you would be here in a few hours. Stephen wasn't really much of a romantic, darkness consumed all corners of his life and relationships were never on the cards for a guy like him but he found himself lighting candles in the kitchen. Stephen was a hardass and most individuals were intimidated and terrified of his authority and the sheer power he held, he would alienate himself but he let himself melt into you. He would be as bold to say he hated everyone else in the world but you. He really didn't know how you got him like this, how you got him to do this. Stephen began setting the stove and getting the stupid fucking duck in preparation for a honeyed glaze, he had no idea how any of this was going to turn out but he was letting it all slide through his fingertips, laid back in his ensemble. Whatever happens, happens; as long as you were in his company that's all that mattered.

Stephen was lost in all of these thoughts of you whilst the steam of pots and pans and the overwhelming scent of spices hovered in the air, when he heard the Sanctum door creak he was yanked out of his headspace.

Before he could get down to greet you, you were already here in the kitchen in front of him. Stephen looked up from his cutting of vegetables and caught your gaze.

He was ravenous at the sight of you.

You made even the most casual clothes mannequin like, so light on your steps as you sauntered over to him. Tight shirt, tight jeans; your body was fucking surreal. You threw your bag on the floor and got behind the kitchen island where he was. Stephen's eyes were fixed on you and every slight movement you made, it wasn't the pinnicle of safety since he had a knife in his hand. Seeing Stephen in casual clothes will always be jarring to you, you've known him as the most powerful sorcerer of all time for so long and not just human like the rest of us.

‘’You're…early.’’ Stephen's face brightened in surprise.

‘’I wanted to help you.’’ You half smiled obviously being sincere but he so graciously caught that wicked gleam in your eye. ‘’God knows what you're doing with...a duck?’’ You laughed when your eyes wandered to it.

Stephen laughed and it was such a freeing thing to see, him all warmed up and letting lose for once.

‘’Don't ask.’’ He chuckled but he couldn't tear his eyes away from you as you inspected the spices he was planning on using.

You on the other hand were trying to kill time, you wanted him so badly and you couldn't help it. You weren't in the mood for food, you weren't in the mood to cook. You've been trying to quell the ache between your thighs the entire afternoon, you thighs were tingling at the thought of him doing the things you only ever wanted in your deep rooted fantasies. You wanted his hands on you, you wanted him to fuck you so hard you could feel him for weeks after.

‘’Where's your wine?’’ You turned your head and asked softly, eyes meeting with his when your pupils darted from them to his lips. It really wasn't helpful not looking at what he was doing, the knife in his hand cutting up vegetables could slip at any moment and cut his finger clean off; but you were a beacon he was drawn to.

‘’Red or white?’’ The tension between you two was heating up already, long lingering stares and dense air.

‘’Red.’’

‘’Cabinet behind you.’’ Stephen smirked as he gazed down at you, finally turning to the task at hand when you grabbed two wine glasses and the bottle of Merlot. You poured it out into the glasses and brought one to him. He muttered a soft 'thank you' before taking a few sips and sitting the glass right down to get these fucking vegetables done.

The sizzle of the pots and pans were the only thing that could be heard in the delicious pining silence. Your twisted mind was coming up with ways to tease him, you felt so evil. Your eyes were boring into his skull but he was just keeping to himself.

You put your hair up in a ponytail and Stephen was intoxicated with the scent of your shampoo

‘’Excuse me.’’ You said sweetly. You finally made a move and contorted your body around him, slowly brushing his hands to get something from one of the draws. Teasing fingertips slowly being registered by him.

Stephen was trying to conceal his smirks and exhaled breaths but he couldn't help letting a few slip out.

He knew what you were doing.

‘’Sorry.’’ You bit your lip as you bent down to look in one of the cupboards beneath the kitchen counters, fingers briskly brushing the small of his back. Stephen was reigning it all in even though he didn't want to.

Your movements were slow and so deliberate. He had to stop himself momentarily to just revel in your tease, his tongue flicked his front teeth to stop his scoffs from escaping.

‘’Mind if I..?’’Your voice was breathy and honeyed, you were attempting to bend across from him but this was the straw that broke the camels back. Stephen caught onto your wrist with his free hand and tugged you into him, you let out a small gasp when you realised how close you were to him. He stared down at you.

‘’I know what you're doing.’’ Stephen said deadpan and serious as usual.

Although before you could respond, he let you go and turned back to face the counter and continue chopping the vegetables: he was onto onions now. You were surprised with his lack of reaction and the way he had an impossible amound of self control. Going about his business as if you haven't been discreetly feeling him through his clothes.

‘’If you want me you can just ask.’’ Stephen's voice was gruff and husky and almost reassuring. Fucking hell, he was hot and so goddamn cocky. He knew you wanted him this bad and to add salt into the wound he was acting so casual about it, as if none of this has been eating you up all day.

Your mouth couldn't even come up with a reply, you just brushed your hand on the skin of his arm. Stephen let go of the knife in his hand and let his eyes dart from where your hand was to your face. He finally turned to face you.

‘’You hungry?’’

‘’Ravenous.’’ You whispered, eyes full of desperation and obviously not in concern with actual food. Stephen took your face in his hands and cradled it, bringing you closer to him in the process. Too close.

‘’Then tell me you want me.’’ He muttered, eyes completely fixated on your parted lips, slow sensual breath filling the air around you. It was happening so fast and it felt so insanely right.

You were as stubborn as he was, you weren't willing to tell him you wanted him this bad. You couldn't risk your dignity for him becasue you knew he would use it against you. Your silence told a thousand words. Stephen was slowly closing the space between you now.

‘’Come on...tell me you want me and I'll give you what you need.’’ He was full of obnoxious hubris and you were sure you were about to break with how much you wanted him to take you.

You still didn't respond.

‘’You know I can make you cum without touching you...you want me to touch you or not?’’

You stifled an exhale but you still weren't willing to say anything.

He let go of you and ultimately left you aching for more. Shit. Fuck.No.

‘’What..’’' You said meekly, trying to find the words to describe the gaping hole he was leaving.

‘’I'll make you dinner then I'll make you cum.’’ Stephen wasn't even looking at you, he was just picking out the spices he was going to use.

Your mouth popped open slightly at his vulgar words, you couldn't possibly wait that long.

‘’No!'’You immediately grabbed his face to look at him again. Stephen smirked at your reaction, so compliant when he made you wait for something you couldn't have at your beck and call.

‘’I want you now...Right now...’’ Your lips travelled to the space under his ear so you could whisper into it ‘’… I want you to fuck me so hard I feel you for weeks.’’ You kissed the skin of his neck as your fingers ran hungrily in his hair.

Dear Lord, you reeked of desperation and he was more than willing to give it to you.

Your lips collided with his like a smattering of fireworks, Stephen's hands wrapped tightly around your waist- your kiss was magnificent, the laziness is what made it all the more hotter, the neediness surpassing the need to have any finesse. Tongues feeling tongues and teeth clashing against teeth. It was a design for roughness. His fingers wrapped in your ponytail and tugged, messing it up to mimick the kiss. He'd been wanting to do that since you put it up. Your moan really did it in for him. He bent down and grabbed the backs of your thighs and you immediately wrapped your legs around the small of his back- lips still connected.

Stephen needed you in his room, he needed you in his bed. Sprawled out and defenseless. He marched you to his room and threw you on the edge of the bed, him still standing over you with his mouth devouring yours. Your fingers went to his belt buckle and popped open the first button be he gripped your hands.

‘’No, no, no. None of that.’’ He tutted at you as if you were a child. Stephen's hands immediately went to your shirt and ripped it open with the bare might of his hands, you couldn't contain your gasp when your tits fell free. Stephen gripped onto your ponytail and let the hairtie flow out of your hair harshly. Your mouth was pried open in surprise as he discarded his tee. He was right: your body was fucking surreal, he couldn't wait to grab at your ass, the way you kept swaying it in his peripheral was a mindfuck but you always were a cocktease.

He pushed you down and a yelp let loose, his massive body hovering over you as his lips met the curve of your neck, Stephen's fingers met with the button and zip of your jeans and underwear in a quick swift move he tugged them down. Your hair was casting a halo like effect in your manufacture.

‘’Ruin me Stephen. Make me make a mess for you.’’ You panted, your plea was almost a harmony, a song that he couldn't stop listening to. Fuck you were beautiful.

Stephen's hands perched around your neck, squeezing tightly but not enough to cut off your airways. Your guileless eyes looked into his darkened ones, face so close to yours you could feel his hot breath heat your cheeks. Your mouth was open to let out the silent gasps and your eyebrows were tensed in need, your knees were buckling as he settled between your thighs.

‘’Baby you're too good for me...I've always wanted to have this much fun with you.’’ He bit his lip and gave you a slight grin before devouring your mouth and nibbling your lips. All you could do was moan in response.

Stephen discarded of his jeans and all remaining clothing and all you could feel was how hard he was against your thigh. Sweet Lord above, you could quite literally feel it pulsate. This was like the sweetest dream even your deepest fantasies couldn't conjure. He was getting way too exicted for his own good, he left dark bites all over your neck and jaw. He wanted to leave his print on you to let everyone know that you were his, when you wrapped your legs around him Stephen thought he was about to lose his mind.

Your fingers gripped at his roots while his cock was smothering your pussy. He couldn't handle how wet you were. It was almost too generous.

It was easy to push himself inside of you but you had never had anyone as big as him before, the stretch of him hurt and he didn't give you time to adjust when he began setting the brutal pace. There was a war between the sound of your wetness, skin slapping against skin and your impossibly loud moans.

‘’That hurt?’’Stephen grunted as his eyes remained fixed on that perfect face of yours.

‘’ Mhm.’’ You stifled.

‘’Good.’’ Stephen rutted into you faster when his hands gripped onto the skin of your waist.

‘’Stephen. Right there...exactly there...Fuck.’’ You blasphemed and he swallowed your words with his lips.

‘’I'll stuff you so full you'll be leaking with my cum for days.’’ Stephen gritted with his teeth clenched, you could practically hear the bones crunching together in his jaw. It was a promise and you were sure he would fulfill.

You couldn't respond, your mind was warped in the pleasure of him aching inside of you. Stephen was revelling in the sight of watching his cock disappear and appear in and out of you, greedily taking his cock as if it was all yours to have. Well...it was now. Your pussy was like heroin to him.

‘’Stephen!’’ You called out his name in a perpetual whine, you didn't know what you were begging for but it was something.

"Cum on me...you deserve it.’’

The image of you at the edge and begging for that final push from him was making him lose it. He could feel himself twitch inside of you but when he saw your chest cave and the immediate feeling of wetness gush onto his cock, he beamed at the fact he made you finish that swiftly. A groan ripped out of him and that's when he knew he was about to empty himself too. He was right: you were leaking.

Sweat fell from his brow. Your eyes widened. And all he wanted to do when he rolled off of you was to do it again. He wanted to go all night with you. Stephen has never been this aroused before, he was sure you were a siren of sorts. You were both staring at the bleak ceiling trying to catch your breath.

‘’I think.. you broke me.’’ You breathed, your lungs still heaving with a mind of their own and your heart rate still rapid.

'I wonder how.' He retorted sarcastically.

‘’I can still feel you...fuck I can still feel you inside me.’’ You whined.

‘’Well, isn't that going to be difficult to ignore during your meetings.’’

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please lmk what u think hotties! x <33