#but the rest of the time we don't see each other

[yueebby]

head over heels – jason todd

synopsis. jason todd is smitten and everyone is tired of it 

contents. fluff, ooc?, so much banter and pining its painful, like can they just kiss already

notes. short moments i had written but decided to combine into one fic. maybe i'll make a pt 2. not proofread...

There have only been a few occasions where Jason’s family has seen him smile. And even then, it was usually a sick smirk as he wreaked havoc on his enemies. So, imagine their shock when they watch their brooding, battle-hardened brother smile at you, of all people.

You.

His sworn enemy. A dramatic title, sure, but fitting. Ever since the two of you met, you had butted heads at every opportunity. Your strong personalities clashed and neither of you were willing to back down. In fact, you had become a fixture in each other’s lives. Two forces of nature neither could ignore.

And right now, the storm was brewing once again.

"You were in my territory again, asshole!" You jab a finger into his chest, close enough to feel the heat radiating off him.

Jason scoffs, arms crossing as he looms over you. "Your territory? Last time I checked, Bruce took it away after that drug ring went out of control. Don't think you can handle it alone, sweetheart."

Your jaw drops. "Excuse me?!" Your voice pitches up, outrage and disbelief mixing together as your hands curl into fists at your sides.

On the sidelines, Dick nudges Damian toward the exit of the Batcave. "We should go before it gets violent."

"That, or they're finally going to kiss," Tim mutters, eyes glued to the scene. It’s like watching a car crash– horrific, yet impossible to look away from.

Jason doesn’t acknowledge them. He’s too busy watching you, his entire focus drawn to the way your face contorts in frustration, how your lips part as you struggle for a retort.

"You heard me," Jason says, tilting his head slightly, eyes gleaming with something unreadable. "You were wounded when we found you. Wounded, and alone."

You huff, crossing your arms as if that could protect you from the memory. "I was fine."

Jason gives an exasperated laugh, running a hand through his hair. "You call a gunshot wound fine?"

"Just a gunshot wound," you correct, jaw tightening. "Nothing new around here."

"Just a gunshot wound?!" Jason repeats, incredulous. "I had to carry your stubborn ass out of there!"

"I didn't ask you to!"

Jason exhales sharply through his nose, nostrils flaring. "Yeah, well, it’s not like I wasn’t going to!"

The argument should feel tense. But instead, there's a crackling undercurrent, something unspoken lingering in the space between you.

What you don’t see, what everyone else in the Cave does is the way Jason is looking at you. Not with his usual scowl, not with the biting irritation that fuels your bickering, but something softer. 

A smile ghosts across his lips. It’s subtle, but there nonetheless. Like a cat discreetly preening under attention, soaking in every word, every ounce of energy you throw his way.

And the moment his siblings notice, chaos erupts.

“Holy shit,” Tim whispers, eyes wide.

Dick sucks in a breath like he’s just witnessed something forbidden.

Damian, ever the blunt one, sneers. "Disgusting."

Jason barely notices. He’s too busy watching you, fighting the way his lips twitch up again as you huff and look away, cheeks a little warmer than before.

“You are absolutely insufferable, Todd.”

His smile widens, “You know you love it.”

Turns out, you and Jason can't even be within a fifty mile radius of each other without making everyone around you feel strangely uncomfortable.

Dick makes a mental note to never let the two of you spar again. At least, not with an audience. Whenever you and Jason were in the same space, the rest of the world might as well not exist. And the tension. It was painfully suffocating.

The Batcave was dead silent except for the sound of heavy breathing and the sharp clash of fists meeting blocks. Everyone had been watching for the past twenty minutes as you and Jason fought, your movements sharp and teetering between training and an actual fight.

To be fair, no one expected the two of you to take it easy on each other. You never had before.

Jason wiped his mouth with the back of his hand after you landed a solid hit to his jaw. Instead of being pissed, though, he grinned. It was a dangerous thing that made your stomach do an annoying little flip.

"Not bad," he admitted, rolling his shoulders.

You smirked. "Starting to sound impressed, Todd."

Jason lunged, and before you could dodge, he swept your legs out from under you. You barely had time to brace yourself before your back hit the mat, the air leaving your lungs in a sharp exhale. In the next second, Jason was above you, his body caging you in, pinning your wrists down on either side of your head.

And suddenly, everything felt different.

The heat between you wasn’t just from exertion anymore. The way he was looking at you with his weight pressing down just enough to make your breath catch, it wasn’t just about winning a fight.

"Not starting to," Jason murmured, voice lower now, more serious. "I’ve been impressed."

Your throat went dry.

You could feel everyone’s eyes on you, but you didn’t dare look away from Jason. His pupils were blown wide, chest rising and falling against yours, and… 

Oh. Oh no.

He was smiling. And it wasn't a smirk. It was a real, genuine smile.

And worst of all, you found yourself smiling back.

The two of you stayed locked in a daze until you heard a cough in the background, a sharp reminder that the two of you were not alone. It knocks you out of your trance.

You take his short moment of weakness to headbutt him, leaving the male in a daze. Without wasting the split second advantage, it was your turn to pin him down.

“I guess I could say the same for you,” you shrug. “Could be better, but satisfactory.”

Jason groans at the impact of your forehead on his, “Has anyone ever told you that you have a hard head?”

“Yeah,” you snort, looking down at Jason. “You.”

Jason lets out a breathy chuckle beneath you, eyes still unfocused from the headbutt. "Yeah, well. Doesn't make it any less annoying."

You shift slightly, keeping his wrists pinned to the mat, and his grip tightens under your hands. It was instinctual, a sign that he isn’t actually letting you win. His chest rises and falls beneath yours, warm despite the cool air of the cave.

And then, there it is again. That rare, infuriatingly soft smile that no one ever sees.

You freeze for half a second. It’s barely noticeable, but Jason doesn’t miss a thing. His smirk stretches just a little wider, eyes gleaming in that way that makes your stomach twist.

"What?" he drawls, voice lower now, amused. "Distracted?"

You shove off him with a huff, standing up as fast as possible. Jason barely has time to react before you're already a few steps away, arms crossed, pretending like that moment didn’t just happen.

But Jason is still on the ground, propped up on his elbows, looking far too pleased with himself.

Dick, who had been trying very hard to mind his business, sighs dramatically. "For the love of God, just kiss already."

You whip around, glaring. "Gross! Nobody asked you, Grayson!"

Jason, still grinning like an idiot, finally hauls himself to his feet, rubbing the spot on his forehead where you hit him. "Y'know, for someone who acts like they hate me, you sure do love touching me."

You glare at him for enabling their behavior. "That's not true, and you know it."

Jason steps closer, slow, deliberate. Not enough to be threatening, but enough that the air between you tense again. Enough that you feel the heat radiating off him.

He’s still smiling.

Your breath catches.

Jason tilts his head. "Something wrong?"

You curse under your breath, shove past him, and stomp out of the Batcave without another word.

Jason watches you go, still rubbing his forehead, still smiling.

Tim exhales, shaking his head. "That was painful to watch."

Jason just chuckles. "Yeah," he mutters to himself, grin still lingering. "It was."

2 a.m. stakeouts were the worst.

It was cold and boring, the kind of hours that made you question why you even did this hero thing in the first place. To make matters worse, you were stuck on patrol with Jason, so there was no semblance of peace in the quiet Gotham night.

By the time you and Jason finally wrapped up surveillance, both of you were starving. There wasn’t a debate about it, just a silent agreement as he gunned his motorcycle toward a late-night diner on the outskirts of Gotham.

Now, you were sitting across from him in a vinyl booth, watching in mild horror as he absolutely demolished a double bacon cheeseburger.

"You eat like you just got out of prison," you observed, idly stirring your milkshake with a straw.

Jason wiped his mouth with a napkin, raising an eyebrow. "And?"

You rolled your eyes, taking a sip of your shake. "Nothing. Just surprised you have manners at all."

Jason chuckled, low and warm, shaking his head. And then, before you could process it, there it was again.

That damn smile. It was the kind of expression no one ever saw on him. The kind of smile that didn’t belong to Gotham’s deadliest vigilante.

The kind of smile that, apparently, only appeared when he was with you.

You felt your pulse stutter in your throat, caught completely off guard.

Jason must’ve noticed, because his smirk returned instantly, cocking his head, surging with a newfound sense of confidence. And you're not sure if you like that. "Like what you see?"

Your mouth opened. Then closed. Then opened again. "You wish."

Jason leaned back against the booth, arms stretching over the seat as he regarded you with amusement. "Yeah," he said, way too casually, "I do."

You nearly choked on your fries, “Geez, Todd. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say that you were flirting with me.”

Jason raises an eyebrow.

“And if I was?”

“I would have to check to see where the real Jason is.”

“He’s right here.”

You eye him suspiciously. 

Jason watches you carefully, his smirk still in place but not as sharp, not as mocking. There’s something else there. It’s something you can’t quite place, something that makes your pulse stutter.

"You’re acting weird," you say, pointing a fry at him. "Where’s all the unnecessary aggression? The brooding?"

Jason exhales, shaking his head. "Maybe I just don’t feel like fighting tonight."

You raise a brow, popping the fry into your mouth. "That’s a first."

He leans back against the booth, arms stretching lazily over the seat, but there’s tension in his shoulders, in his fingers tapping idly against the vinyl. "Yeah, well," he muses, eyes flicking to you, "arguing with you is exhausting."

"You love arguing with me," you counter easily, leaning back to mirror his posture. "You start half of them."

Jason hums, tilting his head as if considering it. "Maybe," he allows. Then, after a beat, "Maybe I just like getting a rise out of you."

Your breath catches for half a second. 

Jason’s watching you now, really watching you, his gaze too steady, too knowing.

You force a scoff. "So what I’m hearing is, you’re an instigator."

Jason grins at that, but it doesn’t quite reach his eyes. "You always read too much into things," he says, but there’s no real bite to it. If anything, he almost sounds amused.

Your stomach twists uncomfortably. You blame the fries.

Silence stretches between you, not awkward, but charged. There’s an awareness now, a shift in the air, like something unspoken lingers just beneath the surface.

Jason looks at you, and for the first time tonight, his smirk fades—not completely, but just enough.

Just enough that the teasing falls away. Just enough that you catch a glimpse of something softer.

Something terrifying.

You don’t know who looks away first, but when you do, your heart is hammering a little too hard against your ribs.

Jason clears his throat, reaching for his drink. "So," he says, back to casual, back to easy, "you gonna finish your fries or what?"

You huff a quiet laugh, shaking your head as you push the basket toward him. "Knock yourself out, tough guy."

Jason takes one, popping it into his mouth. He doesn’t say anything else, but when you glance at him again, there’s that damn smile.

It’s subtle, but it was just for you.

Across the comms, Dick sighs, exasperated but entertained. “Do they have any idea we can all hear them?”

[phiralovesloki]

My mom keeps journals, and she used to write journals that were centered on each kid, and when we moved out, she gave them to us.

The journal I have from her, one of the entries is about how I got in trouble for not behaving at bedtime, and one of the punishments was that I wasn't allowed to go play with my friend who lived across the street. We lived on what was essentially a huge cul-de-sac, very safe neighborhood, lots of kids, lots of people knew each other, we used to have block parties, etc.

Well, she went to go get something done and when she went to look for me, I was gone. So she called my friend's mom and wouldn't you know, I had ignored my punishment and gone across the street to play with my friend. My mom was upset and I was in trouble, not because I had left the house without saying anything to her at the age of three and a half, but because I had gone to play with my friend when I was not allowed to.

Meanwhile, it was normal for my brother, who was almost 7, to hop on his bike and hang out with his friends in the neighborhood. Expected, even.

I'm now a middle-aged mom with two young kids. And yeah, I can't even wrap my head around letting my kids go to the playground down the street without at least one adult. Some of it is my kids' ages and personalities, but a lot of it is just ... are we allowed to? Is it okay to do this? Are we bad parents?

For the rest of this school year, the kids have two different drop-off and pick-up times for school, which means that we're often left with 10-15 minutes where my youngest wants to play on the playground while I walk over to the school and pick up his brother. The playground in question is the school playground, and often there are other kids and parents around, but not always, right before pick-up. And my beautiful, stubborn four year old does not want to come with me to get his brother--he wants to stay on the playground.

So, we have rules. Stay on the playground, don't leave the playground with anyone besides me, and if he needs me, he needs to take the main path from the playground to the school building so that I can see him.

I get dirty looks from other parents when we do this. Even though it should be perfectly safe--it's the school playground, I'm literally just right over there, I'll be back in a moment, he understands the situation and doesn't think I abandoned him, etc. etc. But still, it feels like I'm being an awful, neglectful parent when this happens.

So yeah. There's SO much that contributes to this major issue. And I don't know how to really fix it as just one parent. But we're doing our best. Things are really, really different than when we were kids, and not all of it is for the better.

[minyoongisnewthing]

Han river lullaby chapter two | myg

Pairing: Min Yoongi x Reader

Genre: angst, fluff, exs to lovers, eventual smut, idol!au, co parents, second chance romance

Chapter two content warning: mention of corporate manipulation/control, emotional confrontation, mild swearing

word count: 5.6k approximately

Authors notes: thank you sincerely for the love and support you have shown this story so far it has meant so much to me, it was a much needed confidence boost. Apologies to my boy Namjoon you don’t get paid enough to be readers and Yoongi’s therapists. Please feel free to drop any feedback in the comments

A few days later marked the start of your much-needed week long break after working twelve grueling days in a row. 

You woke up with Han wrapped around your arm, his little body sleeping and warm against yours as he snored softly. 

The early morning light filtered through the curtains, casting a gentle glow across his features. 

Smiling, you pressed a soft kiss to his forehead before carefully slipping out of bed, making sure not to wake him.

Downstairs, you set to work making pancakes, knowing that the scent would lure him down in minutes. 

The familiar routine helped calm your nerves about what you planned to do today - the conversation you could no longer put off. 

Sure enough, just as you plated the first stack, you heard the telltale sound of small feet padding across the floor.

"Morning, bubba," you greeted him with a smile, turning just in time to see him rubbing sleep from his eyes, his hair an adorable mess of soft curls that reminded you so much of Yoongi's bed head.

"Morning," he mumbled back, still groggy but clearly intrigued by breakfast. You lifted him up and placed him in his chair before setting a small plate of cut-up pancakes in front of him.

"What do you want to do today? Before you go to auntie Mya’s house?" you asked as you poured some syrup over his food, trying to keep your voice steady despite the anxiety churning in your stomach.

Han barely took a moment to think before his face lit up. "Can we go to the park!" he exclaimed, his excitement muffled by a mouthful of pancake.

You chuckled, shaking your head. "Chew your food, Han," you reminded gently, wiping syrup off his chin. 

The simple gesture made your heart clench - how many moments like this had Yoongi missed?

"Sorry," he said, swallowing quickly before grinning at you - that gummy smile so like his father's it almost took your breath away.

The idea of the park sounded good, a chance to give Han one last carefree morning before everything changed. 

After breakfast, you both bundled up in coats and beanies and set off down the street. Han immediately took off running the moment you arrived, joining a few other kids in the playground. 

You settled onto a bench, watching him with a fond smile that didn't quite mask the weight in your chest. Despite the warmth in your heart at seeing your son so happy, a familiar guilt pressed down on you. 

You knew what you had to do. What you'd promised yourself - and Namjoon - you would do today. No more waiting, no more stalling.

Pulling out your phone, you opened your chat with Yoongi before you could talk yourself out of it.

Y/N: Are you resting like the doctor ordered?

You hit send, your heart hammering against your ribs.

Yoongi: Don't worry, Hobi and Namjoon made sure I am. Why the check-up? Don't believe I'd follow orders?

You scoffed lightly, shaking your head before replying.

Y/N: Was thinking of stopping by, if you're up for a visit?

A few moments passed, each second stretching like an eternity as you watched the typing bubble appear and disappear, the reappear only to disappear again, finally.

Yoongi: What, you visit all your patients after hours?

Y/N: Only the stubborn ones who need extra monitoring.

Yoongi: I'm wounded. But yeah, I'm at home with Namjoon, still being good and resting like ordered.

Y/N: Perfect, do you actually mind if I stop by?

Yoongi: [Address] - Hannam-dong. Door code: 0923

You stared at the screen, barely believing it. He was letting you in - literally and figuratively - and you were about to change everything.

That's how you found yourself standing in front of Yoongi's apartment after dropping Han off with Mya, your favorite nurse and close friend. Your palms were sweating as you tried to work up the courage to knock, the weight of Han's excited "Bye, Eomma!" still echoing in your ears. 

This was it. You were about to lay everything out, every painful truth, and you had no idea how he would react. Taking a deep breath, you finally knocked.

A moment later, the door opened, revealing Namjoon. His blonde hair was slightly messy, like he'd been running his hands through it while working - a habit he'd never broken. 

His brows furrowed in quiet surprise as he took in the sight of you standing there, though you could see in his deep brown eyes he'd been expecting this. He leaned against the doorframe, his tall frame somehow both imposing and gentle at once.

"You're finally doing this?" he asked, voice careful, his dimples appearing briefly despite the seriousness of the moment.

You nodded, fingers twisting together nervously. "Yeah. You're right, for both of them, I have to."

Namjoon studied you for a second before stepping aside. "He's upstairs in his room. Do you want me to stay?"

You swallowed, nodding hard. "Please, Joon. I feel like I'm about to have a heart attack."

He gave you a reassuring nod. "You can do this, Y/N. I'll be here, for both of you."

You followed him through the apartment, the space as calm and minimalistic as you'd imagined Yoongi's home would be. The walls were lined with awards and platinum records, reminders of everything he'd achieved.

Namjoon led you to the bedroom door before pausing.

"I'll be close," he said softly before stepping back.

Gathering every ounce of courage you had left, you knocked.

“Yeah?” came Yoongi’s voice from inside.

Slowly, you pushed the door open and poked your head in. He was sitting up in bed, lounging comfortably in a dark shirt and grey sweatpants, the ever-present silver chain around his neck.

His dark hair falling over his forehead in careless waves. His feline eyes met yours the moment you stepped inside, sharpening with something unreadable—intense, unwavering, and just a little too knowing.

"Hey, Yoongi," you said hesitantly, the words barely above a whisper.

His expression softened—just a little. "Hey yourself." But even as he said it, you could see it in his gaze: curiosity, the ghost of warmth… but most of all, confusion.

You moved toward him, your hands twisting together as you sat at the edge of his bed. The room felt too quiet, the air too thick with something unspoken. Your stomach churned, the weight of what you were about to say pressing heavily against your ribs.

"Look, Yoongi… we need to talk."

The small, familiar smile on his lips faltered. His eyes sharpened with cautious tension, his body going still. "Okay…."

You inhaled deeply, trying to steady yourself, but nothing could have prepared you for this moment. Your fingers found the edge of his blanket, needing something to ground you.

"Just… just know that I never wanted to hurt you."

His shoulders stiffened, his jaw tightening. "Y/N." His voice was lower now, edged with something dangerous. "What's going on?"

Your fingers clenched together, nails biting into your skin. There was no easy way to say it.

"Around a month after I left, I… I found out I was pregnant."

Yoongi stilled.

The breath he'd been about to take caught in his throat, his body going rigid as if you had physically struck him. 

The room suddenly felt smaller, suffocating. You saw it—the moment your words reached him, the precise second his world cracked open.

You forced yourself to keep going.

"I gave birth to a little boy," you whispered, your voice unsteady. "His name is Han and… and, fuck, Yoongi, he has your smile. Your eyes. Even your damn nose."

Silence. A silence heavier than anything you'd ever known stretched between you.

Yoongi’s hands, which had been resting in his lap, curled into fists over the blanket, his knuckles white. The veins along the backs of his hands stood out, a stark contrast against the smooth, pale skin. His long, slender fingers twitched slightly, as if resisting the urge to move. 

His breathing was uneven, like he was struggling to remember how. His voice, when it finally came, was barely a whisper.

"I have a son?"

It was the break in his voice that shattered something inside you.

Your throat burned as you nodded. "Yes."

He exhaled sharply, his chest rising and falling with an unsteady breath. He dragged a trembling hand through his dark hair, gripping it tightly like he was holding himself together by sheer force. 

When he finally looked at you, his gaze was dark, unreadable—but the hurt in them was unmistakable.

"You—" His voice wavered, raw with disbelief. "You kept my son from me?"

You swallowed hard, guilt clawing at your ribs. "I thought I was doing the best thing for both of us—"

"The best thing?" His voice cut through yours like a blade, sharp and filled with something frighteningly close to betrayal. "For both of us?"

You flinched, gripping the edge of the bed as the weight of his anger crashed into you.

"I know you're angry—"

"Damn fucking right I'm angry." His voice shook under the weight of his emotions. His hands pressed against his forehead as he exhaled harshly. He shook his head, still trying to process. When he looked at you again, there was something raw, something broken in his expression.

"You kept my son from me."

It wasn't a question. It wasn't even an accusation—it was a wound laid bare.

You flinched but refused to look away. "I thought I was doing what was best—"

"So you said," his voice rose, something sharp laced within it. "But for who, Y/N? For me? For you? Because it sure as hell wasn't what was best for him."

Your breath caught, guilt twisting like a knife in your ribs. "I—"

He cut in, his tone almost hollow. "I reconciled with the fact I was the only one who lost something when we walked away." His eyes burned into yours, dark and unreadable. "But the whole time, you had my son."

His voice cracked on the last word, and it shattered something inside you.

"Yoongi…" You swallowed hard, trying to find steady ground, but there was none. "I wanted to tell you. I swear, I did. But after everything, I—"

"You what?" he demanded, leaning forward. "You decided for me? You thought I didn't deserve to know?"

You let out a shaky breath, eyes stinging. "You left first."

Yoongi stilled.

For a moment, neither of you spoke. The weight of those three words settled between you like an open wound, bleeding and raw.

And then he laughed—a hollow, bitter sound that sent a chill down your spine.

"So that's what this is," he muttered, shaking his head. "Punishment."

Your heart clenched. "That's not—"

"You wanted me to hurt like you did," he said, voice dropping into something quieter, dangerous. "Well, congratulations, Y/N. You fucking achieved it didn’t you."

His words knocked the breath out of you.

"Do you think it was easy for me?" Your voice cracked through the room, your own anger rising like a flame catching air. "Do you think I didn't hurt too? That I didn't spend nights staring at my phone, wanting to call you, to tell you? To break down and beg you to come see me."

Yoongi’s eyes widened slightly, caught off guard by the force of your words. The dark irises, usually guarded and unreadable, flickered with something unspoken, their depth momentarily exposed. 

A faint crease formed between his brows, his smooth, pale skin taut with tension. His lips parted slightly, as if he wanted to say something but couldn’t find the words, the muscles in his jaw tightened, a subtle but telling sign of restraint.

"You stopped reaching out first," you continued, your voice thick with pain and accusation. "You never truly fought for us, Yoongi. You just—let go. So I thought that meant I had to let go too."

Yoongi's jaw clenched, his hands curling tighter at his sides. His laugh was sharp, disbelieving, barely contained between clenched teeth. 

"It wasn't that simple, Y/N," he bit out. "The company—their rules—I couldn't. Not if I wanted to keep my career, to keep you safe!." 

His voice dropped lower, rougher. "I thought…" 

His voice faltered, and for the first time, you saw it. Regret. The weight of what he'd done too. The hurt he didn’t even consider he’d caused. 

"I thought letting you go was the best thing I could do for you. To protect you."

You stared at him, realization washing over you like ice water. The silence. The distance. It hadn't been indifference. It had been sacrifice. But that didn't make it hurt any less.

You let out a harsh, bitter laugh. "The fucking company," you spat. "That's rich. Enjoying the view from that fucking high horse, Min?" The visceral hurt ripped open, the years of heartache spilling out like poison in your veins. 

"You decided that for me. Just like I decided for you. You didn't even give me a choice, Yoongi. You just walked away."

His nostrils flared, his breath unsteady. "My view's just the same as yours, on your own high horse, sweetheart." He hissed the old term of endearment, sounding like venom on his lips.

"You did the same fucking thing, didn't you?" His voice was low, dangerous now. "You took my son from me. His first cries, his first steps, his first fucking words!"

Your vision blurred with unshed tears.

"You should have told me," he snapped, his voice breaking slightly on the words. "You should have fucking told me."

Your chin trembled, the fight leaving you, making way for the only emotion you had left: exhaustion. 

"You're right, Yoongi. I can't change my choice, I wish I could. But maybe when we're both less heated, you'll understand why I did, help me understand your choices now." Your tears begin to slide down your cheek.

Yoongi's expression cracked, something devastated flickering in his eyes. His throat bobbed as he swallowed, his voice raw when he finally spoke.

"I was scared, Y/N," he admitted, the confession shaking. "Just like you were. Scared of losing everything I'd worked for. Scared of losing you."

"Fucking terrified of the pressure we were suddenly under, the conditions we had to live in." His eyes shone with unshed tears.

"You don't think I thought about you every day?" His voice rose slightly, sounding on the edge of mania. 

"Do you know how many times I got caught sneaking off just to try and call you? How many nights I wanted to just throw it all away and come see you?" 

His breathing turned ragged. "Do you have any fucking idea how much it took for me to let you walk out of that apartment that morning? To smile at you like I was okay?"

He took a deep shuddering breath, trying to recenter himself. "It took everything in me not to chase after you, not to beg you to stay."

The memory of that morning flooded your mind, as vivid as if it were yesterday...

The early morning light painted Yoongi's small apartment in soft golden hues, making everything feel dreamlike and fragile. 

Your bags sat by the door - simple things that somehow held the weight of your entire world shifting.

In these last precious moments before your taxi arrived, you stood wrapped in each other's arms, whispering promises, promises of making the distance work, of visits when time allowed, into the quiet morning air.

"You sure you don't want me to drop you at the airport?" Yoongi murmured into your hair, his arms tightening around you as if trying to memorize how you felt against him.

"I'm sure, Yoon," you managed a smile, trying to lighten the heavy atmosphere. "You'll be late for dance practice, and I'm not having Hobi mad at me because your ass is late."

His chest rumbled with a soft chuckle, but it held a note of something fragile, something breaking. You snuggled closer, breathing in his familiar scent - coffee and cologne and something uniquely Yoongi that had become home to you.

"I'll call you every chance I can, okay?" he promised, pressing a lingering kiss to your forehead.

"I know," you whispered, looking up to meet his gaze. The love and fear you saw there mirrored your own.

You shared one final, devastating kiss before your phone buzzed - your taxi was here.

Your breath caught in your throat as the memory faded, bringing you back to the present moment.

"But in the end..." His voice dropped to a whisper, heavy with years of regret. "I lost you anyway."

Tears burned at your eyes.

"I didn't come here to fight with you, Yoon," you finally admitted, voice tired and aching. "We both fucked up. We both made mistakes. And now here we are. Hurt. Angry. And too late."

Yoongi's gaze met yours, something shattered in the way he looked at you.

"Yeah," he whispered, his voice hollow. "Too late."

He nodded slowly, his gaze dropping to the floor. His voice trembled when he finally asked, "Can I meet him?"

Your chest clenched painfully.

"Of course you can," you replied instantly, your voice soft, careful. "Would... would you like to see a photo of him now?"

He nodded, and with trembling fingers, you reached for your phone. You pulled up a photo taken just that morning—Han in the park, beaming, his dark eyes crinkling just like Yoongi's when he laughed.

Yoongi took the phone from you carefully, as if afraid the moment might shatter in his hands. He stared at the screen, and you watched as something in him completely unraveled.

"Fuck," he whispered, his voice breaking.

His pale fingers hovered over the screen, tracing Han's face without touching it, his expression torn between awe and devastation.

"Mother Nature really did one hell of a copy-paste job on him, didn't she?"

Despite everything, a choked laugh escaped you.

Yoongi's eyes flickered back up to you, searching, uncertain. "Y/N..." His voice was quieter now, filled with something fragile. "I would've made it work."

You closed your eyes briefly, exhaling shakily.

Finally, he exhaled slowly. "I... I need to see him, to know him beyond just a picture," he said, determination laced with vulnerability.

"I have the next few days free," you say gently, watching Yoongi carefully. "I can bring him over whenever you're ready."

There's a beat of silence before you add, "Also, that bloody chain—let me fix it. It's annoying me."

Yoongi lets out an unexpected laugh, the warm sound catching you off guard. You raise an eyebrow at him in question.

"You never could keep your hands off me. Don't lie," he quips, a smirk tugging at his lips.

The familiarity of his teasing makes something in your chest loosen. It doesn't erase the pain of the past, but it's something—something small, something hopeful.

"Fuck off," you chuckle, shaking your head as you step closer, fingers carefully adjusting it to sit properly against his shirt. He stays still, letting you work, his eyes watching you with something unreadable.

As you step away again, the conversation drifts to Han—his little quirks, the way he scrunches his nose when he's thinking, his stubborn streak that's so clearly inherited from both of you.

"He's so smart," you say with a proud smile, your heart swelling just talking about him. "He loves music already - always dancing and humming little tunes he makes up."

Yoongi hums, glancing down at the photo of Han still open on your phone. "Of course he’s smart. He has Min DNA after all." he says matter-of-factly.

You barely contain the scoff that leaves you, but there's no real annoyance—just an old, familiar fondness creeping in.

"He's obsessed with the piano at my friend's house," you continue softly. "Can't keep him away from it. And he has this habit of staying up late, no matter what I do - just like someone else I know."

Yoongi's expression softens, a mix of pride and pain crossing his features. "What else?" he asks, shuffling forward towards you, voice barely above a whisper, like he's trying to drink in every detail.

"He's incredibly stubborn when he wants to be. Especially when he’s over tired," you say with a small laugh. "But he's also so gentle. So caring. He notices when anyone's sad and tries to make them feel better. Just yesterday, he gave his favorite toy to a crying kid at the park."

You watch as Yoongi absorbs each detail, his fingers still hovering over the photo on your phone. "Does he..." he hesitates, swallowing hard. "Does he ever ask about me?"

Your heart clenches. "Yeah, he does. More and more, He sees other kids with their parents and gets curious. I've told him… that while his appa loves him very much, grown-ups sometimes have complicated situations."

Yoongi's breath catches, and he nods slowly, processing. 

After you agree to bring Han by tomorrow, you tell Yoongi you need to go pick him up. He nods, still looking lost in thought, but there's a softness in his gaze that wasn't there before.

As you step into the lounge, you find Namjoon sitting on the couch, book in hand. He looks up as you enter, a small smirk forming.

"I got worried for a moment there when all the yelling stopped," he teases, dimples on full display.

You scoff but smile back. "We called a temporary truce."

"Progress," he nods approvingly.

"We have organised for me to bring Han by tomorrow," you tell him. "If you wanna be here to supervise the visit." You say it lightly, but there's an underlying truth to it—you don't know how emotional tomorrow will be.

Namjoon closes his book and stretches. "I'll be here," he assures you, voice steady.

Leaning against the wall, you sigh. "How did we get here, Joon?" you whisper, voice barely audible over the soft hum of the city below. "How did we let it get this bad?"

Namjoon sighs, putting the book down beside him. "You mean you and Yoongi?"

You nod, your fingers gripping your knees. "We loved each other." Your voice cracks on the last word, and you shake your head as if trying to make sense of it.

"So how the hell did we end up as two people who just walked away? Who let everything go and ended up like... this—with so much pain and miscommunication between us?"

Namjoon is quiet for a long moment. Then he sighs.

"Because it was never just you two," he murmurs.

You frown, looking at him. "What do you mean?"

Namjoon exhaled through his nose, leaning back against the chair. His expression was unreadable, but there was something haunted in his eyes.

"The company, it wasn't just an excuse, Y/N," he said. "You knew they had rules about dating, but you don't know the extent of it. The control, the manipulation—it wasn't just a policy. It was a constant, looming, very real threat."

You swallowed, uneasy. "I knew it was strict, but..."

Namjoon let out a humorless chuckle. "Strict? Y/N, we used to have random phone checks. Random room checks. Managers would come in, take our devices, search our belongings all without warning, and comb through everything. Texts, call logs, even our search history."

He shook his head, blonde hair falling into his eyes as he continued.

"If they found anything suspicious, anything that hinted at a relationship, it wasn't just a scolding—it was a warning. And that's the tip of the iceberg honestly."

Your stomach turned. You knew about the company's grip, but hearing the details made your blood run cold.

"They used to tell us, over and over, that everything we had could be taken away in an instant. Our careers, our reputations. All of it, gone." 

Namjoon glanced at you, his gaze heavy. "And Yoongi? He was already seen as the difficult one. The cold one, the one most likely to push back against that control."

"If they had even a hint of something that could be spun as 'unprofessional'—especially a relationship—he knew they wouldn't hesitate to make an example out of him."

You blinked rapidly, your chest tightening. "They really had that much control over everything?"

Namjoon's lips pressed into a thin line. "You have no idea." He sighed, rubbing a hand over his face. "We weren't just scared of losing our jobs, Y/N. We were scared of losing everything. They had us believing that if we stepped out of line, we'd be ripped apart—no second chances."

You swallowed hard, trying to process it all. "He told me it was because he was afraid?"

Namjoon nodded. "Not just afraid. Convinced. Convinced that staying with you would ruin you both. And Yoongi..." He hesitated before continuing, voice softer now. 

"He's always been the type to shoulder things alone. To suffer in silence if he thinks it'll protect the people he loves."

Your throat tightened. "He thought leaving me was protecting me. Just like I was protecting him."

Namjoon's expression was pained. "Yeah."

You exhaled shakily, rubbing your temples. "I hate that I understand it. I hate that I can see why he did it, why I did what I did, and it still doesn't make any of this hurt any less."

Namjoon looked at you, his eyes showing wisdom beyond his years. "Because understanding the past doesn't erase the damage it left behind. You both made choices based on fear. And now, you're left with the consequences."

Tears burned at the back of your eyes, and you laughed bitterly. "So what do we do now, Joon?"

He was quiet for a moment, then said, "That's up to you and Yoongi.”

You leaned against the wall, arms crossed, your mind spinning with everything Namjoon had just told you. The weight of it pressed down on your chest—everything Yoongi had gone through, the suffocating grip they had on him. On all of them.

Namjoon sighed, rubbing a hand over his face. "You wanna know how bad it got?"

You looked at him warily. "I think I already do."

"No," he said, shaking his head. "You don't." He leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. His voice was quieter now, heavy with something distant, something painful.

"There was one time—about two months after you left—when Yoongi got caught trying to contact you, after he had already gotten in shit for doing it the times before."

Your breath hitched. "What?"

Namjoon nodded. "It was after a long schedule, late as hell. We were back at the dorm, overworked and beyond hungry, I walked past his room, saw the light on under his door. I didn't think much of it at first—until I heard his voice."

You swallowed hard. "He was calling me?"

Namjoon gave you a pointed look. "Trying to." 

He exhaled. "I don't know what happened. Maybe one of the managers was already suspicious, maybe they were just being extra paranoid that night. Either way, someone must've been watching him, because before he could even get through, the door slammed open."

Your stomach twisted.

"They took his phone. Took all our phones, actually, under the excuse of a 'security check.' But they already knew. They already saw."

You couldn't breathe. "What did they do?"

Namjoon hesitated, then said, "They pulled him into a meeting the next day. I don't know exactly what was said, but when he came back, he looked..." 

He trailed off, jaw tightening. "Defeated. Like they'd ripped something out of him. He barely spoke for days after that. Just threw himself into work, into writing. It was like he was trying to drown himself in anything that wasn't you."

Your hands trembled as you hugged yourself, nausea creeping into your throat.

"They threatened him, didn't they?" you asked, your voice barely above a whisper.

Namjoon nodded slowly. "Probably, with everything in their arsenal designed to hurt him."

A sharp sob threatened to rise in your chest, but you forced it down, biting the inside of your cheek.

You swallowed past the lump in your throat, staring down at your hands as Namjoon's words settled deep into your chest, heavy and unshakable.

A memory surfaced, unbidden.

"I remember that day," you murmured, voice distant. "I was in the middle of a finals exam. My phone was on silent, stuffed in my bag. When I finished, I checked and saw a few missed calls from him. I thought it was my shot to tell him about Han, about how much I missed him. I thought if he's finally got time after a few weeks, I'll take it!"

Namjoon watched you carefully, his expression unreadable.

"I called back," you whispered, feeling the ache of that moment as if it had just happened. "But he didn't answer." You let out a shaky breath. "I tried again. And again. But nothing."

You lifted your gaze to Namjoon, your eyes stinging. "Now I guess I know why."

His face softened with something like understanding, but he said nothing.

That night, you had sat on the edge of your bed, gripping your phone, staring at Yoongi's name on the screen, wondering what had changed. Wondering why, after a few weeks of silence, he had reached out—only to disappear again. 

You had told yourself it didn't matter. Maybe it was a mistake. Maybe he had come to his senses and realized there was nothing left to say. That the relationship had run its natural course.

But now...

Now you know the truth. Yoongi had tried, tried more than you knew. And they had taken that from him. From both of you.

You sucked in a deep breath, forcing yourself to keep it together, but Namjoon's next words cut through to your heart.

"You spent all this time thinking he didn't care enough," he said quietly. "And he spent all this time thinking he had no choice but to let you go."

A bitter laugh bubbled up in your throat, thick with disbelief and regret. "What a fucking mess we made, huh."

Namjoon gave you a wry, knowing look. "Yeah. But that doesn't mean you can't fix it."

Your breath came out unsteady. "Why didn't he ever tell me?"

Namjoon gave you a small, sad smile. "Because he didn't want you to know what he went through. He didn't want you to carry that weight."

Tears blurred your vision.

"I thought he just gave up on me," you admitted, voice breaking.

Namjoon shook his head. "Yoongi never gave up on you, Y/N. He just didn't know how to hold on without hurting you."

You wiped at your eyes quickly, chest rising and falling in uneven breaths. "And now? Now that we've both hurt each other?"

Namjoon sighed, leaning back against the couch. "That's the thing about love, isn't it? It's not about never hurting each other. It's about what you do after."

Silence settled between you, thick with unspoken words.

Finally, you whispered, "I don't know how to fix this, Joon."

He gave you a small smile. "You don't have to figure it all out right now." His gaze was steady, reassuring. "Just start with tomorrow. Start with being good co-parents to Han."

Tomorrow. When Yoongi would meet his son for the first time.

You exhaled shakily, nodding. "Yeah. Tomorrow."

Later that night, after dinner and a bath, you sit Han on your lap, brushing a hand through his soft hair. The weight of him against you feels both comforting and terrifying, knowing how much his world is about to change.

"Han, baby," you say gently, drawing his attention. "Remember when you told Eomma you thought about your appa?"

He nods, big, curious eyes watching you, looking up at you with such innocent trust.

"How would you like to meet him tomorrow?"

There's a beat of silence as his little brain processes your words. Then, his eyes go wide with excitement.

"Yes, please!" he exclaims, bouncing slightly in your lap. "Really, Eomma? Really?"

Your heart swells, relief washing over you. If there was ever a sign that you were making the right decision, this was it. You hug Han close, kissing his temple.

"Okay, baby," you whisper, holding him just a little tighter. "Tomorrow, you'll meet your appa."

That night, as you watch Han sleep, your mind drifts to another lazy night, years ago...

The soft strumming of guitar strings filled your small apartment, mixing with the soft moonlight streaming through the windows. You were sprawled across your couch, textbooks scattered around you, but your attention kept drifting to Yoongi.

He sat cross-legged on the floor, an old guitar in his lap, dark hair falling into his eyes as he worked through a melody. He was wearing one of his oversized hoodies, the sleeves pushed up to his elbows, that silver chain glinting at his neck.

"You're staring again," he murmured without looking up, a smirk playing at his lips.

"Am not," you protested, even as you continued watching his fingers move across the strings. "I'm studying."

"Oh yeah?" He glanced up then, eyes twinkling. "What chapter are you on?"

The memory fades as you brush Han's hair from his forehead, seeing so much of Yoongi in his peaceful sleeping face. Tomorrow would change everything for him, but looking at your son now, you know it's worth whatever pain might come.

Because Han deserves to know his father. And Yoongi deserves to know his son.

As you drift off to sleep, you can almost hear the echo of that old guitar, mixing with the sound of your son's steady breathing, creating a melody of what was and what could be.

Tomorrow would be the beginning of something new—something scary and uncertain, but necessary. For all of you.

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[oceanicwriting]

that easy?

summary: you have been obsessed with lorenzo berkshire since the first time you heard him talk. soft, cute, and shy wasn't in your list of turn-on, but now it was. and today, after a couple of weeks following him around hogwarts, you finally get something else than the hope of being touched by him.

pairing(s): shy!lorenzo berkshire x dom!fem!reader

a/n: not pretty sure what this is, but kinda like it bc i do have a thing for good-looking nerds! working in lorenzo x best friend girlfriend next, hehe.

+18 smut, masturbation (m!receiving), oral (m!receiving), public sex, premature ejaculation, cursing, shy (almost pathetic) and loud lorenzo berkshire

ㅤㅤㅤ there he is, with his glasses neatly arranged and reading a book on who knows what. his thin body, almost as thin as a twig, is resting on a wooden chair two tables away from you. it's even comical how much you like that bookworm because the last few weeks you've hung out in places on campus you've never been before... only to see him from afar. which of the two of you was more pathetic?

ㅤㅤㅤ —i don't understand why we keep doing this, —says one of your friends, shoving the book she's been falsely reading—. you could go over and invite him to f....

ㅤㅤㅤ —shuts your mouths —interrupts a voice coming from the students who actually study in the library. weirdos.

ㅤㅤㅤ —you shut the fuck up —she retorts to the air, waving her hand in symbolic dismissal—. this is ridiculous. any guy in this place would want to date you. besides... just looking at that leech, i can bet he's jerked off thinking about you more than once. i don't make the rules, honey.

ㅤㅤㅤ your friends start talking amongst themselves, betting a couple of coins on what was said. you, on the other hand, can only think of lorenzo berkshire masturbating with you on his mind, sweaty and moaning as softly as he talks when asked a question in class. the mere thought ignites something inside you that you could only forget when you see him in that position. you needed to see it with your own eyes.

ㅤㅤㅤ —girls, you can leave if you want, —you say suddenly, standing up at the same time as the brown-haired boy—. i'll see you later.

ㅤㅤㅤ neither of them notice that your footsteps follow lorenzo's because they celebrate their freedom and disappear from the library instantly. you set off, walking after lorenzo among the huge shelves full of books. each time, the light was less and less, giving a dark, dangerous, and intriguing air for someone who had never set foot in the hogwarts library.

ㅤㅤㅤ it's a while before it's just you among the shelves, invisible to the sight of any student who would have passed by a while ago. then, lorenzo stops, arranging the books in his arms on the respective shelf, undaunted by your hunting presence.

ㅤㅤㅤ —hello, —you greet, hearing your voice echo, and the boy's books fall to the floor—. oh, i'm sorry. i didn't mean to scare you.

ㅤㅤㅤ both of you have dropped to the floor to pick up the huge books, while lorenzo denies all the time as if he wanted to give you to understand that it was his fault. it's strange, a little tender if you must admit it, that he can't look you in the eye, and his cheeks are tinged with a slight pink.

ㅤㅤㅤ —nice glasses. —you can notice lorenzo's confusion at your presence, but he says nothing and, at the compliment, adjusts his glasses. how long his fingers are, so cute—. you know... i should wear glasses too, but i'm afraid i would look ridiculous, so i hide them in my night drawer.

ㅤㅤㅤ —ridiculous? —questions, stifling a laugh that she seems to want to explain later—. everything you wear looks cute on you.... i-i mean, that's... that's what e-everyone says.

ㅤㅤㅤ his embarrassment becomes so adorable to you that your body reacts instinctively, drawing you closer to him like a magnet.

ㅤㅤㅤ —and what do you say? —you know your cloying voice is having an effect by the pitiful way he moves—. can i try them on?

ㅤㅤㅤ he nods, passing you the glasses as if you had given him an order rather than a question. you put them on, and through them, you can see him trying to accommodate his eyes. so cute and appetizing.

ㅤㅤㅤ —they look nice on you.

ㅤㅤㅤ you've never been interested in someone like lorenzo before. it's most likely thanks to that you never noticed his existence at hogwarts. a boy who lives locked in the library would have no reason to meet the most popular girl in the magical world, would he? all of your ex-boyfriends were, although physically similar, jerks. boys full of frivolity, demanding and cruel who had nothing to do with this soft-spoken boy.

ㅤㅤㅤ it's pathetic. even you know it's pathetic as your body is undoubtedly attracted to him. you want to kiss him, kiss him so hard and long that his lips would end up cramping. but you don't, because maybe that could end up scaring him off, and you had to drag this moment out.

ㅤㅤㅤ —they look better on you.

ㅤㅤㅤ your hand reaches up to his arm, making it bristle. you go up and down, caressing his shirt-covered bicep. lorenzo doesn't seem to understand where the situation is going, so you take a step closer and guide his arms to put the books aside.

ㅤㅤㅤ —tell me, lorenzo, did you ever realize what you provoke in me? —he sighs, his breath choking and heaving—. did you see me sitting two tables away waiting for you to lift your head from your books? because, oh, merlin, how i looked at you wishing any of those books of yours were me. i wanted your fingers to touch me like that.

ㅤㅤㅤ your hand guides one of lorenzo's to your skirt, where you bring it up just enough so that your skin is electrified by the contact. he simply leaves his hand there, perplexed, gone, and you notice the dangerous bulge squeezing his pants.

ㅤㅤㅤ —i... m-me.

ㅤㅤㅤ though he tries to speak, his own breathing and your caresses, stagnating on his neck and gently descending down his chest, play against him. he can not speak.

ㅤㅤㅤ —do you want to leave? —you have to ask, although the answer is a clear negative—. do you want me to help you?

ㅤㅤㅤ your hand descending down his taut, hard lower chest makes him sigh again and again. when you reach the edge of his pants, you reach inside, making him startle.

ㅤㅤㅤ —just tell me if you don't want it like this, —you whisper, but he denies again, and your hand grabs his hard member to pull it out of its hiding place—. oh, merlin...

ㅤㅤㅤ maybe it was too stupid a bias, but someone like lorenzo shouldn't have a dick as big as that. your hand could hardly even curl around its girth, let alone cover its length. lorenzo, who has clearly seen himself in that situation, doesn't flinch at his nakedness. how many times he must have been hiding in his room with this great treasure between his hands, whimpering and pretending that someone was touching him.

ㅤㅤㅤ then you spit in your hand, a sufficient amount of saliva to start masturbating him. you go up, down, so slow and torturous that even you get desperate. his moans are soft, mixed with guttural grunts that make you shudder. you go up and down. one, two, three, four, five, six and....

ㅤㅤㅤ —fuck. n-no —he says as it happens. lorenzo trembles, grunts, and his fluids shoot out.

ㅤㅤㅤ —that easy? —you whisper, not judging, but certainly unsettled.

ㅤㅤㅤ he doesn't seem to have heard you because lorenzo tries to keep his composture as if he's had the best orgasm of his entire life. his face has exploded in red shortly after, when he seems to have realized what happened. his hands move towards his member, trying to hide it in his pants again, but you don't let him.

ㅤㅤㅤ —let me taste it. just a little, —you say, knowing that you must look as pathetic as he does at how horny it has made you that he cums so fast.

ㅤㅤㅤ —i'm s-sorry.

ㅤㅤㅤ you deny, smiling at him and falling to your knees on the floor. his cock again hard from the work of your hand. you try to taste his full length, although it's so hard that tears gather on your face from the inhuman effort of holding his member between your lips.

ㅤㅤㅤ it doesn't take long for lorenzo to unravel into a myriad of obscene sounds that are accompanied by the sound of your own saliva. he suddenly begins to move, instinctively seeking more. it's a matter of time, much less than the time it took to your hand, before lorenzo moans a little louder than normal and the beginnings of his explosion crash against your throat. he tries to come out of your mouth, but you don't even let him. you wanted every last drop.

ㅤㅤㅤ —what a-are you doing? —he asks, in a panic.

ㅤㅤㅤ you swallow every last drop of his semen and a burning heat embraces your whole body. lorenzo can't understand what had just happened, putting his cock away and walking away in a matter of seconds. you watch him go, his quick, clumsy steps not being followed by your own. after all, you've been left with his glasses, and you've got a big wet problem between your panties.

[miraculouslbcnreactions]

I think it's interesting that the shows problem of "marinette can and will do everything herself unless we decide to f her over" is clear pretty early, but esp in Reflekdoll back in s3... hell it worsened the problem of "cn is kind of a useless teammate" by making him start the ep interfering w lb and spending the rest of it actively struggling.

From what I understand when most shows do some form of "role swap" where the characters were previously dissing each other's roles, both characters in the swap are shown to struggle.

Reflekdoll, on rewatch, doesn't do that. Except I can't really think of a clear way to make Marinette struggle with the role of CN unless it's in her struggling to step back and let others do the work, which she can't do in the context of that episode since she spends all of it making sure Adrien doesn't F Up.

So if we redid reflekdoll to be a swap with a struggle on both sides, how could it be done?

Trope Overview

The power-swap trope is all about learning to appreciate someone else's point of view. That can include the struggles they face, but that's not a requirement. One of the best power swap episodes out there is the Teen Titans episode Switched in which the characters Starfire and Raven switch bodies. This is a problem because Starfire's powers are all about feeling and embracing emotions while Raven's powers are all about controlling and repressing emotions as you can see from this clip that takes place right after the switch:

There is no failed fight to kick this episode off. The girls already fought well together. They don't need to understand each other's powers to be functional teammates. Understanding each other's powers just lets them be better friends and lets the audience get a deeper understanding of the two characters which is exactly what this trope is supposed to do.

Miraculous

Unlike Teen Titans, Miraculous failed the role-switch trope assignment. Adrien kind of learns a lesson in Reflekdoll, but it doesn't change his behavior in other episodes so it's hard to say that this moment of awareness did anything useful for his character. There's also the problem that Marinette learns nothing as we can see here:

Mister Bug: (looks around, trying to figure out how to use his Lucky Charm) Okay, I admit it. It's not easy being a super Ladybug. Lady Noire: (keeping Reflekdoll occupied) And I admit that I like wearing your costume. It's a lot lighter on the shoulders. (They hide behind a chimney)

And here:

Mister Bug: Honestly, I understand why you never have any time to make jokes, m'lady. Lady Noire: We both have our roles, huh Bugaboy? (They jump into separate alleyways.)

This highlights the exact issue anon brought up in their ask: if Adrien continues to joke around and be dismissive of how rough Ladybug has it, then what was the point of all this? if Marinette has nothing to learn, then does Chat Noir even matter? And is there a way to fix this episode to remove those issues?

To be frank, a true fix requires massive rewrites to the entire show because this episode is highlighting an actual issue with the writing. Chat Noir has not been given a clear or important role and he often doesn't take fights seriously enough as we once again see just five episodes later in Oblivio when Chat Noir's flirting and laidback attitude get them hit by the day's akuma:

Nadja:(from a helicopter) Looks like Ladybug and Cat Noir are struggling today. (Ladybug is rapidly spinning her yo-yo to deflect Oblivio's blasts while Cat Noir sits down casually.) Ladybug: And stop calling us a couple!

This means that there's not great option for what Ladybug needs to learn from Chat Noir. The best small change I can come up with is to have her struggle to fight Reflekdoll solo, helping her apricate her partner's fighting and distraction skills. That's no where near the level of lesson Adrien is learning since Ladybug already apricates those skills, but at least it's something.

You could also go the route of having her learn to have more fun, but that's not a great lesson for a superhero charged with defending the city. The fun lesson that would have actual depth is a body switch one where Marinette learns Chat Noir's identity and sees Adrien's life first hand, helping her understand why Chat Noir is so big on having fun. It wouldn't make his actions okay, but it could lead Marinette to better understand his needs to they take time to have fun out of battle. He becomes more serious in fights and she becomes more fun out of them. But then we have identity reveals and canon won't allow that so, while this is the best fix for canon as-is, it's not really one that canon could actually do.

While were on the topic, I'll note that there actually is a fix-it fic for Reflekdoll over on AO3 that you might enjoy. It stays pretty true to the episode, but does a better job of actually letting Adrien learn his lesson while also letting Marinette acknowledge her faults in the episode because she wasn't exactly perfect here. I don't think it solves the issues we were talking about above, but I do think this is probably the best canon could have done without major rewrites and/or an identity reveal.

In an ideal world where the show is fully rebooted and our leads both feel like vital parts of the team, this episode probably would have been something similar to the Teen Titans episode I discussed above. Ladybug and Chat Noir already canonically respect each other's skills, so it's hard to see the need for a lesson around that topic. It would be far more interesting to have an episode on Creation vs Destruction where we learn why Adrien is the best black cat and why Marinette is the best ladybug. An episode where Adrien can't figure out the lucky charm and where Marinette can't control cataclysms because it requires skills that she doesn't have like strong self control and focus. (No, Adrien doesn't really have those in canon, but they are the traits that should define a Destruction wielder. I will die on that hill.)

This new version of the episode wouldn't be about resolving a conflict so much as it would be about helping these two - and the audience - appreciate how they're the only ones who can do what they do.

[honeyshiddendesire]

Did Ya Miss Me?

Warnings: spit roast, dirty talk, reunited fwbs, praise kink, creampies, drinking, foursomes, hand jobs, oral sex (male)

Summary: After the battle at Wano was a success you decide to celebrate with the gang but old habits die hard when you catch Law, Kid & Luffy's eyes on you after the drinks keep flowing.

Pairings: Eustass Kidd, Law, Luffy x female reader

Words: 4,900

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*I don't know if it's any good but man Luffy is just so hard to write lol 😭 idk if I did this request any justice 😭*

When you caught them staring you couldn't help but tease them as you walked over to where they were sitting. "You all keep staring...did you miss me?" You're obviously teasing but Luffy only grins as he nods. "Yeah let's go have sex! Law and Kid wanna come too." He'll beam and your eyes widen at his boldness but it was Luffy after all. Law's eyes nearly roll out as he barks out his panic. "Dammit Straw Hat we told you to ask her first!"

Luffy rolls his eyes as he stands, shrugging off his coat, "Don't worry about it I know she'll say yes. We've known each other since we were kids there's nothing she could surprise me with." Kid scuffs as he chugs the rest of his beer, " Yeah well what about us telling you we fucked her before she joined your crew."  Luffy just laughs as he grabs a meat skewer from the table, completely not phased. "So what. Plus she told me when we were having sex one time. It was pretty fun trying to have her retell the story when she was too busy moaning."

You rolled your eyes at your friends honesty not an ounce of shame could be found between the two of you, you both were practically one in the same. The red head only scowled as he slammed down his empty mug standing tall over the rest of you. "Whatever jackass, since you know her so well let's go then."

The ever responsible doctor just flushed as he looked at you, "Are you sure?" You nod your head smiling at the way he sighs while standing. A squeal leaving you as Luffy tosses you over his shoulder. "I call last!" Luffy grins and Eustass laughs, "Why the hell would you want to go last?" Law is equally curious but decides to remain silent so Luffy can respond.

"Cause I'm gonna cum in her so much it'll wash yours out. Duhhh!" Luffy finishes by sticking his tongue out at the red head like what he said was common sense. His words and actions only made Kid scowl harder, “Dumbass.” Luffy just laughed louder as he slapped you on the ass, both men trailing behind with excitement bubbling up inside of them. You look up and wink at both men who just smirked at each other, what’s a better way to finish up a successful night like a foursome. 

Once inside Luffy tossed you down on the bed and sat up against the headboard smiling, “Okay have fun!” Luffy teased as he crossed his feet over each other. Both men wanted to move but it felt like a trap because when did the straw hat ever have patience? Never but you weren’t about to tell them that. Luffy just wanted to see what they would do first. Even though he wasn’t a patient man he would be for now, he was certain he wanted to go last. Just when it looked like both men wore you out Luffy would step in and finish you off, permanently- for the night. Just when Law and Kid think that they’ve fucked your brains out Luffy would be the one to bring you back down to earth, washing away any hint of their touch and seed on you as he takes over. 

Yeah you guys were just fuck buddies but you were also one of his closets friends and crew mate which meant he felt responsible to be the one to carry you home…metaphorically speaking of course. 

“Come on hurry up~” Luffy whined with a huff and you just laughed as you sat up on the bed to undress, tossing your shirt at him with a grin. “Awe what’s the matter Captain thought you had some patience?” Luffy laughed as he moved the shirt off his face to throw it on the floor, “Just a little~” 

“Fine. We’re gonna fuck her till she’s too exhausted to even deal with your dumbass.” Kid smirked as he shed off his clothes, your mouth watering as you watched his cock spring out from its confines. Thick and veiny, tip leaking precum that you wanted to taste, so you met him on his crawl down to the edge of the bed. Sticking your tongue out to swirl around the tip making him hiss loudly, Law shedding his clothes in the process to come up behind you. The doctor began kissing along your neck to your shoulders, trying to mark you up so you’d remember your interaction in the morning after. Luffy pouted and came over to kiss the other side of your neck, making Kid roll his eyes, “I thought you were gonna watch huh?” 

“Oh so what I’m still gonna go last, I just wanna kiss her a bit.” Luffy grinned as he nipped your ear, tongue licking against your skin. You ignored their bickering like usual and carried on sucking Kid into your mouth, Law’s amazing hands busying themselves by diving further south towards your slick folds. Luffy reaches around to grope your breasts making you groan from the mix of sensations, Law’s perfect fingers sliding their way into your wetness. “Already so wet for us hmm~” Law grinned and you just hummed around Kid’s cock making the man’s eyes roll back. 

“Oh fuck whatever you’re doing to her keep doing it.” Kid barked out feeling the way you sucked more of him in your mouth. You loved the attention that you were receiving, Law’s slender fingers curling inside of your cunt to the spot he remembered perfectly as Luffy’s calloused fingers squeezed your flesh. Kid pushed his fingers through your hair making you whine as he tilted your head a bit to get a better view of you sucking his cock. Kid licked his lips as you opened your eyes to look up at him, you knew Kidd was a sucker for eye contact, his cheeks blushing every single time. 

“I love your boobs.” Luffy mumbled as he kissed along your neck, nipping slightly at the vein there making you moan, it was muffled though as Kidd’s large cock went deeper down your throat. You loved the weight of him in your mouth, your hand going up to encircle around the base. Stroking his cock as your other hand cupped his balls, “Fuck- you always suck my cock so good.” Kid’s praise was practically a mumble as he threw his head back momentarily to contain himself before looking back down at you. 

“You look like a slut with all of us fawning over you.” Kid grumbled and despite his tone the man was trying to hold onto his resolve but you just looked so good like this. Pussy being fingered by the surgeon of death while the newly appointed Joy Boy was groping your tits and kissing your neck. Law scowled at the red head with venom in his gaze, “Don’t be so crass.” Law said and Kidd just rolled his eyes in annoyance but it quickly turned to pleasure when you applied more pressure to his cock. “Oh fuck~” Kid’s moan made you mentally smile, happy to get him to shut up. 

You wouldn’t say you were an expert or anything but you did have a gift for giving head, breathing through your nose as you sucked him in deeper. Your skilled tongue swirling all around his cock, as you pulled him out of your mouth to lick from base to tip. Teasing the tall giant of a man by giving a mock hum, “Yummy~” You taunt and the red head only tugs at your hair, “Yeah yeah~ less teasing more sucking.” Kid pouts, his ears flushing along with his cheeks. Law curled his fingers just right in your cunt to make you gasp causing the doctor to smirk, “I think you’re showing favoritism dear, how about I change that yeah?” His words ghosted over your ear as he fucked your pussy harder with those slender fingers of his, three now filled your wetness as you knelt on the bed. 

Your posture was starting to waver and you had no choice but to reach forward and claw onto Kid’s thighs, Luffy maneuvering underneath you to suck on your breasts. Luffy’s fingers playing with your other nipple causing you to whine which Kid used as an opportunity to shove his cock back into your warm mouth. “Damn you look good like this.” Kid’s voice only grew raspier as your nails dug into his meaty thighs, Law’s free hand coming to squeeze at your soft hips. “Cum on my fingers. I wanna feel how wet you get before I reward you with my cock.” 

“Hell no I’m gonna fuck her first!” Kid tries to argue but when you swallow around his cock it turns to a sharp hiss. Law smirking as he feels your cunt twitch on his fingers that pumped inside of you. “No, the one who does the stretching gets to go first. Then it’ll be your lame ass and after that, Luffy.” Law corrects and Kid doesn’t have the energy to argue as you bob your head faster on his cock. Honestly the man doesn’t know if there will even be a chance for him to fuck you with how good you’re sucking his cock right now, the thought makes him huff and fuck your throat harder. Oh well if he cums before fucking your pussy at least he’ll enjoy the head he’s receiving. 

“MMM~ NNGH!” Your moans broken as Kid started roughly using your throat, Law fingering you faster to match the movements of Kid. “Won’t you be good for me and cum.” Luffy’s fingers and mouth making your body heat up along with the others, all the attention was becoming too much as you felt that familiar knot in your stomach. “That’s it, I can feel you getting wetter. Just let go and give it to us.” Hearing Law use the word us brought you back to the fact this was really happening between all four of you. You felt naughty but so so sexy. 

Your body trembled, fingers digging into Kid as you cum around Law’s fingers, Luffy holding your waist up so you don’t collapse on him. The man always liked to keep his mouth busy and feasted on your breasts until your nipples felt raw from his harsh sucking. Kid pulled you off his cock to look at Law and tell him to put you on his back, which the doctor did but not because he said so, he tried telling himself. 

Luffy moved out of the way but still remained at your side busying himself with your tits as Law positioned himself between your spread open legs. Before Law could do anything though, one look at your pussy and Luffy’s mouth watered. “Hold on real quick.” Law couldn’t even protest before Luffy was literally pushing Law out of the way for a taste of your tongue. “Dammit Mugiwara-ya!” Law growled out but rolled his eyes hearing your lewd moan that followed after. 

Luffy threw your legs over his shoulders as he quickly dove in to lick inside your wet cunt. Luffy was sloppy when he ate you out, tongue swirling around in random patterns with loud slurps that made your chest tight with embarrassment. Law wanted to push the man out of the way but he couldn’t deny how hot you looked throwing your head back into the blankets, hands digging into the mans black strands. Back arching like a bow as Luffy stretched his tongue inside of you to literally swirl and poke your g-spot. “Holy shit! Fuck me! YES!” You cry out as Luffy stretches his hands up to squeeze at your tits roughly. 

“Fuck that’s hot.” Kid grumbles again seeing you lost, eyes rolling back with lust. BOth Law and Kid can’t help but stroke their cocks as they watch the wild man eating your pussy out like it was a life line. “Nggh! Luffy~!” Hearing you moan the straw hat’s name had the two men scowl though and they quickly went to work in joining in on the fun, their dicks could wait. Law literally slapped Luffy’s hands away to suck your nipple into his mouth as Kid tugged your hair to pull your mouth to his. His tongue dominating the kiss and swallowing up your moans into his mouth. 

“Tastes so good- mmm- so so good- mmm- and so wet.” Luffy groaned as his hands moved down to claw your thighs open, head swinging side to side before diving back in. Luffy ate like a starved man and your pussy was his last meal, “Fuck~ she’s so wet~” You couldn’t tell if he was talking to any of you in particular or just voicing it out into the air but either way it felt good. Every word spoken into your pussy, his breath tickling over your sloppy folds making you moan into Kid’s mouth. Your fingers wound tighter in Luffy’s hair making him groan louder in your cunt, the vibrations making you gasp. You were going to cum again you could feel it. The way that Luffy’s tongue was stretching into your cunt was too much to handle, slurping up your wetness before literally stretching back inside of you. It was intense and with the others working you in their hands you were done for. 

Kid pulled back just in time for you to cry out in a loud scream, “Luffy~!” His name rolled off your tongue like butter on toast. Your expression scrunched up as your body shook, both other men watching you cum undone on Luffy’s tongue. Joy Boy’s mouth sucking up the sweet cream that you gave him like a reward after the long battle he won. “MMM! That was a great snack! Thanks for the meal!” Luffy joked as he went and kissed you sloppily on the mouth with a giggle. 

“Alright now move out of the way, straw hat.” Kid scowled before going above you, his large hand stroking his cock by your face. You never sucked dick in this position before, head almost hanging off the bed as Law went in between your legs. Luffy moved back to your side so the other two men could have their way as he went back to kissing all over your chest. “Open wide kitten.” Kid grinned as you followed along, opening your mouth to accept his cock. Law waited until You had Kid’s cock in your mouth before slamming his hips forward. Your scream muffled as your lips were wrapped out the redheads cock. 

“FUCK!” Kid growled out feeling your scream muffle and vibrate around his dick. He placed his hands around your throat to feel the bulge his cock was making with each thrust of his hips groaning with each movement. Law thrust his hips in time with Kid’s, every thrust in your throat was a thrust into your cunt so every sound you made sent a chill up Kid’s spine. Law moaned your name in that delicious voice of his, “You’re so wet. You must be really turned on to feel like water dripping on my cock.” Law taunted, his body temperature rising from the scene that was playing before him. 

His eyes glanced at Luffy who was kissing you all over his arm winding itself around your waist like a snake in the grass before glancing to the bump in your throat.

“Feels like we’re in a porno.” Kid grunts watching the way Law slammed into your cunt, the doctor gives a breathy chuckle, “Y-yeah- nngh- I was thinking the same thing.” You moved your hand to the front of Luffy’s pants which he quickly shimmered out of so your hand could wrap around his length. He felt hot to the touch, the man hissing at the feel of some friction finally on his dick. “Your hands feel so nice- ugh! Dammit Law, hurry up!” Luffy grumbled out making the doctor scowl. 

Your walls clenched around Law’s cock a mix of him fucking you along with Luffy bickering were making you flustered. You gasped again as you felt a hand rub at your sensitive clit, you didn’t know who but it felt good. It was Luffy’s hand. Your grip on his cock was tight mimicking your slick walls but too dry so he looked down and spit down on your hand that was stroking him. You couldn’t help but groan at how nasty he was sometimes, Kid was making your throat sore by the second while Law’s cock was stabbing into your g-spot, over and over and over again. 

Fuck it all felt so good, your mind was spinning, heart racing and thighs trembling in Law’s hands that pushed your legs back. Your cunt was slobbering all over Law’s cock, Luffy’s fingers rubbing on your clit collecting the slick that dripped out for a smoother ride. Luffy played with your clit like the strings of a guitar, Kid’s cock feeling every little sound that you were making as you sucked his dick. “MMM! NGH! MMGH!” Your moans were gurgled and Kid just groaned like a wounded animal. “Fuck fuck fuck! Law, hurry the hell up!” 

“What’s the matter Jaggy? Gonna bust already?” Law taunted trying to act like he wasn’t on the edge of exploding despite almost reaching his peak. Kid wanted to slap him in his smug face, the scowl on his face unmistakeable, “So fucking what. Now either hurry up and cum or move for a minute so I can cum inside her. You know she likes getting creampied as much as possible.” Law gave another breathy Law but reluctantly moved nonetheless to switch spots with Luffy. The stretchy man moving to get just a bit of your slick throat. 

“Yo flip over, I wanna see your ass up.” Kid grunted holding onto the base of his cock so he wouldn’t explode before dipping in your sweet cunt. Everyone gives you the space to shakily flip over, your arms barely able to hold yourself up. Kid smirked as he swung his hand down to watch the plump meat of your ass jiggle like crazy, “So sexy.” Luffy can’t even contain his grin at the feel of your tongue coming out to lick along his cock like it’s a flesh made lollipop. Luffy never really cared for head, always wanting to keep his mouth busy instead but watching the way your tongue swirled around his cock had him curious. 

“Man this does feel good.” Luffy groaned, head throwing itself back as he pushed his fingers in your hair. Luffy couldn’t help but stretch his hand to grab his hat, placing it on your head so your hair stayed out of your face so he had a better look. You reached over to wrap your hand around Law’s cock, squeezing him to make him know that you still were paying attention to him. Tongue swirling around your stretching captain, moaning long and broken as Kid slid into your slick pussy. “Gonna fill you so fucking full.” Kid groaned out only for Luffy to laugh, “Doubt it.” 

“Shut the fuck up will ya.” Kid grunted but it broke off in the end as he came inside of you only after two thrusts, hips slamming into you roughly as he spilled his hot seed deep in your cunt. His cock was thicker than Law’s, feeling the stretch of him made you shiver as you felt his cum fill you up to the brim. You whined deep in the back of your throat, your cunt twitching at the thought and feel of Kid’s seed, he was definitely right about you liking creampies. 

Kid gave another thrust before pulling out to toss himself back onto the bed with a sigh, “Your pussy is pretty fucking good I give you that.” Kid grinned as he propped his arms behind his head as he continued to watch the show. Law practically jumped back in his spot, not literally but with how fast he went behind you it seemed like it. “Yeah it must be if you came in two pumps.” Law scuffled and Kid just rolled his eyes. “Fuck off.” Law smirked as he slid in your dripping cunt, his tattooed hands clawing your hips to quickly pull you back onto his cock. 

“Hey~” Luffy pouted as he slammed his hips forward into your throat, hating how Law pulled you away. Luffy scrambled forward in order to stay as close to you as possible, not wanting your throat to be away from his cock even for a second. “You look good with my hat on, I have to put it on you more often.” Luffy chuckled and you only moaned louder as if answering him, he wasn’t sure but it did feel good though. 

“Shit- nngh- fuck baby you feel good.” Law moaned out, his hips slamming into you roughly and you could tell he was going to cum soon. His fingers digging into your hips were probably going to leave marks and the idea makes you moan. “I never thought we’d all be getting turns to fuck our cum into you.” Law couldn’t help the chuckle that left him, eyes glued onto your ass that slapped into his hips. Luffy nodded his head as he pulled his cock out of your mouth to slam his lips into yours so he could dance his tongue with yours. 

Luffy loved your mouth on his dick but sometimes he needed to keep his own busy or it made his head spin. Moving his lips from yours to kiss along your neck it allowed your sounds to actually fill the space of the inn’s room that you were in. The moans that left you were like beautiful music, a sea shanty that was played along the ocean waves, it was quite fitting for how wet your pussy was. “That’s it baby, get nice and loud for us.” Ugh the way he kept saying ‘us’ was driving you mad, pushing you over the edge to ecstasy. 

Your cunt twitched and pulled Law further inside of your sweet wetness, a vice grip on his cock was also pushing the doctor over the edge right along with you. His cock stutters against your g-spot giving it a final kiss before you both erupt around each other.

“Fuck! LAW YES!” Your pussy literally gushing onto the sheets below as Law came deep inside of your cunt. Your eyes rolling back as your throat spilled broken moans, hips pushing back against Law making him hiss loudly. “Yesyesyes!” Your cry of satisfaction had Luffy grinning as he knew his turn was finally here. “Yay my turn! Movemovemove!” Law could only roll his eyes and back away from you to sit next to Law at the head of the bed. 

Kid and Law both exhausted from pleasure and the long battle they endured earlier. “Damn look at you go, third cock of the night. I think you need a medal.” Kid joked as he watched Luffy flip you again like a pancake. “I wanna see your face when I make you cum.” Luffy told you as your chest heaved for much needed air. In a way you were grateful for Luffy wanting you on your back as your body’s energy was slowly depleting.

“Long time since we fucked aye Captain?” You teased and you were right, it had been a while, the stresses of Wano keeping you away from your Captain and long time friend’s embrace. Luffy grinned as he reached for his hat to place it on his head before grabbing you by your legs literally dragging you towards him. “Ha! I guess it has been a while.” Luffy smiled down at you, that damn smile that makes your belly churn. You always felt safe with him, your silly friend, your dear captain. 

Luffy threw your legs on his shoulders as he planted his hands on the side of your head, “Help me out will ya.” You reach down to grab his cock rubbing it against the slick of your pussy. Teasing the both of you as you wiggled your hips against the tip of his cock but Luffy only huffed and slammed his hips forward. “Enough of the teasing.” 

Luffy’s cock plunged in your cunt making you gasp out his name as he moaned yours. His eyes locked on your face watching every scrunch of your brows and the way your mouth dropped open with a scream of his name. “It’s pretty naughty of you don’t you think?” Luffy asks you, making you whine as you stare up at him, your hands going to grab at his wrists for some kind of leverage. 

“W-what? Luffy~ nngh- fuckk- what do you mean?” You try to ask and Luffy just grins wickedly, “Getting fucked by all of us at the same time. Kind of naughty right? S-sanji told me it was- ah - something …w-what’s that word? Fuck - nngh- shit- starts with a t.”

“Taboo.” Law suggests and Luffy slams his hips into you harder as he cheers, “That’s it!” Luffy beams down at you and your flustered expression. “So~ Isn’t it naughty? Say it.” You moan as he fucks into you harder, hips rocking into you making the bed shake, headboard slamming into the wall with each thrust. “Yes Luffy~ so naughty~” 

“Yeah. It is, isn't it?” Luffy grunts as he feels your walls clenched tightly, his words getting the best of you. And you know he’s not trying to dirty talk you, it’s just Luffy genuinely asking a question. Your nails dig into his wrists making him hiss, as you stare up at him with that damn face of yours. It was lewd the way you looked at him, as if your gaze could fuck him along with your cunt. 

“So good captain~ fuck Luffy right there~” You moan out as he leans down closer till your breath danced along his face. His head turning to kiss along your ankle before nipping you softly. “You like having lots of cum inside you.” He wasn’t asking. “Like being really full till it drips out without anyone noticing. Fuck you’re so full already, I can feel it. You’re already so wet, my dick is slipping so much.” 

“Damnit Luffy you don’t shut up.” Kid was flustered again with the way Luffy was talking to you but Luffy just looked at him with a sharp glare that you missed because you were too busy moaning out. Your eyes rolling back as your captain fucked your cunt like he had something to prove to the other two captains and in a way he did. You weren’t his, not dating wise, but you were his crewmate. “Oh fuck~ Luffy please~ Ugh fuck! You feel so good~! Please don’t stop! Please~” You were begging for something and Luffy knew just what you needed despite your lack of explanation. 

Stretching his cock just right to poke and kiss your g-spot nonstop, it was mind boggling how he always brought you there so quickly. His d.f. Always doing the trick to having you cumming more than you can count. “Don’t worry. You’re doing good. You did great tonight.” You thought he meant the sex but it was more than that, he noticed how you took on enemies at the raid and battle, constantly holding your own and helping others as much as possible. Even now, how you were able to keep up with all the captains was impressive. 

“Luffy!” Your throat felt sore from being fucked all night, your screams adding to the friction. “Luffy I’m gonna cum~” The whine that leaves you is so embarrassing but it makes Luffy grin down. “That’s okay.” He tells you before stretching your limbs further to lean down and kiss your lips in a bruising kiss, teeth and tongues clashing. Your Captain swallows the moan you let out of his name as his hips rut into you. “Cum on me.” He mumbled against your lips making your eyes roll as you felt your walls clenching tighter, cream coating his cock wonderfully.  “My turn.” Luffy mumbles as his hips never lose their tempo on slamming into you before his balls tighten up. Cum shooting deep inside your pussy, painting the walls of your cunt white. 

“MMM!” You moan as you hear the loud squishes your pussy and their cum is making inside of you. The sticky seed leaking down to drip on your ass in an erotic sight. You thought you were gonna black out as Luffy didn’t even let up, cock still hard as a rock as he continued to fuck you harder and deeper. “OH! OH! AHH! CAPTAIN!  FUUUUUCK! LUFFY!” 

You didn't think you could take anymore but he wasn’t going to stop until he came inside of you a few more times. Definitely a long night filled with lots of creampies until the early morning sun slowly began to rise. Luffy didn’t stop until your hold on his loosened and your hands fell at your side, eyes looking at him sleepily. Only then did Luffy let up and give you one final load of his cum, the other two men having long fallen asleep. When Luffy’s cock finally went soft and he slipped out of you to pull you in his arms, he gave you a big grin before kissing your head. 

“That was fun. Maybe we should have them join in more often.” Luffy suggests and you just tiredly laugh as you wrap your arms around each other. “Yeah I’m sure they’ll miss me after they're gone.” Luffy just grins as he pulls the blanket of you all, “Who wouldn’t?” 

“You’re right I am pretty great.”

[glitchy1938]

Crk what if : You saved White Lily Cookie from the witches ?

You and White Lily were exploring le Beast-year for discovering, and specially for her, 'why the witches actually made us for ?', you were also curious about that question and so you joined her in he quest.

Not so long before...

"So... You two are going to the Beast-Year to see 'why the witches actually made us' ? Is that correct ?" Pure Vanilla repeated what White Lily just said to him and the other Ancients. They were all shock that you two will leave and go on a quest without them.

"And you're sure that you have the necessary to this long and dangerous travel ?" Dark Cacao cookie asked, a little concern in his tongue. "Yes Dark Cacao, I myself check it if we had enough, don't worry you guys, we'll be right back after our expedition !" You said, smiling at them and comfident, they all look at each other then, Hollyberry declare "Oh let's not make this a big deal !! They'll jus explore a new place !! Nothing special !" Parking the back of her friends, Zakia also agreed. "I would love to join, but my Kingdom REALLY needes me, unfortunately" she declared sadly, "Just remember to get back in one peace you two" Said Golden Cheese Cookie, as a joke to make.

They were all outside of your kingdom, as you two prepared your bags to go for your first adventures alone, your friends wanted to say goodbye before you leave. As Pure Vanilla hug his best friend, you waited her as she let go of him, and finaly, you two wave at your friends who wave back. Hopefully you two will get back soon... Right...??

Present...

And now, here you two were, in the Witches Domain.... White Lily was really nervous right now, and you could understand why, what secret will you two discover ? Will the Witches be nice or not ? Maybe it was the best option to stay a little more in the Fairy domain with Elder Feairy cookie... You hold her hand as an attempted to comfort her, and when she turned to look at you, her worries were just gone when she sees you next to her. "Don't worry Dearest, I'll stay by your side no matter what." You said to her as she just smile at you and took a deep breath, then enter with you in the domain...

You found a lot of potions and magic items with some others to make a cookie, it was so new for the both of you, but then you heard someone's coming and you took White lily's hand and hide with her in a corner by pinning her agains the wall and covering her mouth... She was a blushing mess as you couldn't see because you were too focused on the noise. "How was the rest of your.... How do you call them again ?" Say one of the witches who's wearing a red outfit, to an other who's dressed is Green "my CHILDREN, Nala, they are my children. Stop being an idiot and treat them as a joke. As we all know, I AM their creator, and not YOU." She seem on edge... Probably because of the other who probably make fun of her "Yes, yes, but nevermind, that still doesn't answer my questions ?" The witches called 'Nala' said.

"And why should I tell you ? For all I know me and my group are the ONLY one who doesn't EAT our creation, unlike YOU !!" The green witches declare. This time you both were shocked... THE WITCHES EAT COOKIES ?!?" You couldn't hear more of their conversation as they walk further away. You let got of White Lily as she was still in your arms, she seem to be on her thoughts... "We need to find some items or survival cookies to save them ! We can't just walk away like that !!" She was right... Even if it was risky, you can't let some evil Witches eat your own kind ! You agreed with her, and explore more further the domain to find any survival cookies....

Sometimes later...

You couldn't believe what you're looking at.... you found a lot of dead cookies who were... smiling... their were... horrible looking... It was a horror scene to you... you needed- no. YOU HAD to get out of here. But where was White Lily ? You try to call her not so loudly so that other witches won't see you... But than you heard her..

"The Witches... Our Creators..... Are eating Cookies ?!..." You heard her loud and clear, you then run to see where she was.

"Wake Up !! Please !!" She must found other dead cookies if she sound like pure terror.

"Wh-Why Are You Smiling At Me ?..." You finally found her, she was up on a shelf... Wait... She was going to feel in the CHODRON FULL OF CORRUPTED POTION (you could assume)!!! When she fell, it was like the time has slow down... You couldn't let her die...! You.. Loved her...

As if by instinct and the pulse for saving her grown Up on your body. You used your magic Bost to make an actra jump to catch her.... She saw you trying to grabe her and to hand you her hand for you to take....

It feels like your hearts were beating up so fast that they were going to explode... The time seems to slow down every second as your hands are getting closer to get hers....

YOU COUGH HER JUT IN TIME !!!

You then pull her tightly on your chest as you two landed on the ground, so that you'll take the damage and not her... As you let go of her, your body was really hurt from the impact, but it didn't matter to you, as long as White Lily was okay, you were. "OH- OH MY WITCHES !! ARE YOU OKAY ?!?" She scream seeing of how the fall had done to your body as she helped you get up and lean on her to walk. She start to apologize to you, saying that her idea was stupid and that she dragged you here and all. But you quickly stop by kissing her on the cheeks "Dearest, I'm okay... !! It hurts a lot b-but I'm okay !... I promise !..." You try to reassure her, but she didn't stop...

You two then heard someone coming... one of the witches is going to see them !! White Lily try to walk faster with you but it was too late- Wait a minute... It was the Green with from earlier !! When she saw the both of you she first was shocked, then look behind her to see if any other witches are coming in the room, then rush to pick the both onlf you in her palms. "What in the world are you two doing here ?!? This place is never safe for cookies like you !!" She say, lowering her voice so that the other witches won't hear her...

She then rushed to the exist from where you came, White Lily thank her deeply for her help "You two don't have much time to leave !! Run as far as you two can and NEVER come back !! Now go !!" She shot at you two as you rush to the forest... Once you two made sure you were far away from the witches domain... White Lily start to leaning you next to a tree and heal your body, she still say that she's sorry for what you go through... After healing you, she help you get up and you two start to get back for the Fairy Domain to see the Elder Feairy cookie, and possibly find some bandeges for your body...

At least you two were together, and that was more than enough for you.

[ranting-writer]

"Do you think he hates you?"

"Fuck, I don't know. He certainly likes to avoid me at seemingly any cost. He fell trying to skateboard away from me yesterday."

Rose hummed as she jotted down some notes.

She and Dirk sat across from each other on her purple velvet couches while she listened to Dirk talk about how Dave was avoiding him. He'd come over, something he rarely if ever did, and he'd plopped himself on her couch, bold as brass, and simply stated that Dave was avoiding him and he didn't understand why. Normally the two Striders were thick as thieves, had been since the game's end and Earth C was created, but of late, Dave had started avoiding Dirk. Which was very out of character for him, at least from Dirk's perspective.

Dirk's lips twitched briefly into a frown. "Stop taking notes," he demanded. "You're not a real therapist. I only came to you specifically because you're his friend and you might have insight into his behavior."

Rose sighed a bit, giving Dirk a wry smile. "Dirk," she said. "I know Dave, very, very well. But I need to take the notes so I can remember what to hassle him about at a later date."

"Jesus fuck, Rose. This is supposed to just be a talk between us. You and I. We. I didn't say I wanted you to talk to him. I just want insight, at the present point."

Rose rolled her eyes. Striders... Always pushy and griping and whinging about something. This wasn't the first time one of them came to talk to her about the other. Although, in Dave's case, it wasn't technically about Dirk, but rather about Dave's feelings around Bro that simply happened to be stirred up by Dirk. Not that Dirk would ever make the distinction himself.

"What if you don't like what I have to tell you?" she asked.

Dirk shrugged. "Then I cope and push on I guess," he replied, arms resting on his knees. "I just need to know if I did something wrong or hurt him somehow. So I can apologize."

Rose hummed, sipping her drink. "Well, it isn't necessarily you," she said blandly. "More about who you remind him of. Superficially of course." She watched as Dirk tensed up and clapped his hands together. This might be more delicate than she thought, but she continued. "As we have aged, we have begun to look more like our alternate selves. Roxy has plainly told me that she can easily see, for lack of better phrasing on my part, her mother in me.

"However, I do find it interesting that, despite having been the one to point out at one point that you look really nothing like his Bro, Dave has apparently begun to recognize his guardian in your face more and more. While on the other side of this, you have continued to see less and less of your own Bro in him. It's very peculiar."

Dirk rubbed his temples, groaning a bit. "And so far all I'm getting out of this conversation is that he's scared of me and you actually did inherit the propensity for professional yappery," he grumbled.

Rose sighed softly, watching Dirk agonize. She and Dirk hadn't exactly been close before, and they weren't now. In fact, they outright confided that they reminded each other too much of one another in some uncomfortable ways. Especially after one particularly uncomfortable incident where, in trying to emulate Dave and Roxy's weird mom-son/ bestie bond, Rose had called Dirk dad. That had certainly put a brief wedge in their communication...

Despite that, she truly didn't like seeing Dirk so uncomfortable and distressed. Dave was one of her best friends, and Dirk was very, very important to Dave, thus, Dirk was important to her. She wanted to at least try to help. Smoothing her dress, Rose spoke again. "It must feel odd," she said. "To hear Dave talk to lovingly about someone that he acknowledges hurt him."

Dirk shook his head, leaning back into the plush couch. He sighed, staring at the ceiling. "Yes and no," he said.

"Could you elaborate?"

"It's simple, in my mind. Bro wasn't entirely a monster and Dave genuinely believes the guy did the best with the tools he had available, emotionally and literally. He was also the most exposed to the bullshit paradox space, Lord English time nonsense compared to his fellow guardians in your timeline. And thinking of the portrait Dave drew, the guy was severely mentally ill with a lot of baggage.

"However, despite the abuse Dave endured, he is also able to recall plenty of times that he and Bro cooked together, went to events, went to fun locations, and had bonding time. It's difficult to separate the good and the bad when it comes to your abusers, especially if it's a parent. You should know this, Ms. Psychologist wannabe."

Rose smiled softly. "I do, know this," she said cooly. "But I was after how you feel about it, not your own clinical examinations of their relationship."

Dirk went quiet, staring at the ceiling after apparently deciding it was more interesting than the conversation. He sat like that for a long time, and Rose simply allowed his silence. She knew this topic had to be difficult for him to address, especially with her.

Eventually, Dirk spoke again, sounding unusually small and sad. "I worry that he talks about me like that. Dave, I mean."

Rose looked at Dirk, the tone of his voice piquing her interest. "As in... Saying that you've hurt him but loving you anyway?"

Dirk nodded slowly as he tried to reign in his control of his voice and face. Body language was whatever to him, he knew control of that was like trying to get an engine block to swim, but he wanted back some control over his body, even if it meant just his voice and facial expressions. "I worry I'm just gaslighting him into liking me. I did it with Jake and I think Jane."

Dirk sat back upright, leaning forward on his knees again. "Roxy was going to like me anyway, there's hardly a soul she doesn't like," he said. "Jane... Jane was sort of isolated too, but she was naive and she's always sort of been a baby sister to me in a way. But Jake..." He looked up at Rose, face finally schooled back into an expression of blank indifference. "I feel like a pressured Jake into a relationship," he continued to explain. "And that's why eventually our relationship broke down so hard. Because he started to realize I was being clingy and manipulative."

Rose raised an eyebrow. Could Dirk be manipulative? Absolutely. It was a trait she herself and even Dave to a lesser extent had. They liked to mess with people. However, in watching Dirk, she hadn't noticed much in the way of malicious manipulative behavior, or even abuse, that couldn't be chalked up to simply not understanding people and control issues. Dirk had lived alone his entire life, his only reference for body language was films and the put on facades of his version of Dave and whatever prefilled content he could get his lonely hands on. On top of that, Dirk had exceptionally minimal control growing up.

Dirk had spent his developmental years alone in the middle of the ocean, everything bad that had happened to the world was mostly far in the past already, and all he had was his robots, movies, music, sendificator, and a computer with an internet connection. He'd only had control over his machines, and even they had whims of their own eventually.

Dirk was also a problem solver. He was intelligent and quick to find and understand what he needed to do in order to get a desired result, even if he had to go to extremes (like sendificating his own decapitated head to Jake to kiss) to get it. It made his skin crawl and his mind itch when others couldn't see past themselves to the solution.

Of course, perhaps that last bit was due to his nature as a Heart player. Despite struggling with his sense of where he ended and his other versions, or "splinters", began, he still had a very good sense of who he was, what his values were, and where his loyalties lie. To him, it was frustrating that others seemed so oblivious to the fact that their own personal pondering on their identities was obscuring the real issues at hand. This, of course, led to him trying to take control from others at times.

Jake, for example. Jake was a bit cowardly early on, if excitable about adventure and the prospects of a good rough housing. Jake wasn't a strong fighter, if at all. So, to try and help Jake improve and better himself, Dirk took control of the situation and made Brobot for Jake to train with. He'd given it a variety of settings and an affection for Jake so the thing wouldn't kill the guy. He hadn't really given Jake much of a say in the matter, just started sending him the pieces as they were completed.

When they all needed to get into their session and the Medium, Dirk had taken every bit of control in the situation, resurrecting Roxy, getting his head to Jake, resurrecting Jane, and flying himself and the girls back to Jake's island as their session properly began. He hadn't waited on his friends to try anything, not that some of them could have anyway, he simply took action and saved them all.

Rose hummed in thought. "Dirk..." she queried. "Where exactly in your relationship with Dave do you think you're being manipulative and hurting him?"

Dirk hummed and shrugged. "I dunno," he admitted. "Maybe when it comes to things like... I guess everyday things? He isn't good at prioritizing tasks or getting things done, so I tend to take over and I believe that I steamroll what he wants to get my way. I tend to shut down his rambling arguments and I tell him what I view things to be in a... In my mind, manipulative manner and he just... Placidly accepts it."

Rose had a smile slip onto her face, even as she tried to force it down. This made Dirk frown deeply. "What?" he snipped.

Rose giggled. "Dirk," she said. "Has it ever occurred to you that Dave might have issues with ADHD?"

Dirk blinked rapidly behind his shades as he tried to process the question. ADHD? Wasn't that an attention disorder? Dave paid attention to things just fine, especially his interests and conversations with his friends. "That's... No. He pays attention fine."

Rose snorted and shook her head. "No, no, no," she chided, scooting to the edge of the seat. "Dirk ADHD is a dopamine disorder. Dave's brain doesn't produce enough dopamine causing problems with, yes focus, but also balance issues, sugar or caffeine cravings, sleep, overall mood, emotional regulation, executive function, memory, and honestly, so much more. It's part of the reason a good rooftop strife still makes him excited because he's getting a rush of adrenaline and dopamine. He's struggling badly when it comes to things like grocery shopping or organizing chores. He's actually probably grateful when you take things over."

Dirk stared a bit at Rose. That actually made quite a bit of sense, shifting how he viewed Dave. He had never gotten the sense that Dave was as bogged down by his perception of himself as much as other (sexuality and actual emotional expression aside, anyway), so it always baffled him that Dave seemed to struggle to get shit done as much as someone like Jane or John, or even Jake and Roxy. Dave felt weirdly self actualized in many ways to him.

Rose shook her head while Dirk thought. "Back to the original point of your visit," she said. "Dave being a mess of dopamine problems aside, I think you're just looking more like Bro than even he expected, so he's avoiding you. Presumably to try and spare your feelings on the matter."

Dirk huffed in annoyance. That made no sense to him. This was way more hurtful! He wanted to rap with Dave, play video games with him, drink coffees together, laugh at their favorite films... He missed Dave's closeness immensely.

Rose hesitated then murmured, "I recommend simply confronting him. Not aggressively, but simply ask him what's going on and if you can help or fix it in anyway."

Dirk nodded slowly. "Yeah... I can do that."

Before Rose could utter another word, Dirk was on his feet and swiftly walking out the front door. Shrugging, she gathered her things and headed to her office, awaiting an update from either of the Striders.

[starkspondwater]

Dude I absolutely fucking LOVED the Jimmy fic you write him so well LIKE anyways chat could you write a smutshot for him maybe?/nf

-🐣 anon

Ahh!!! Thank you!! I overthink things a lot so I always worry about how the characters sound and if things come out the way I want them to, so that makes me feel a ton better!

I also most certainly can write something smutty for our Jimmy boy 😏😏😏 I get worried writing smut because part of me always thinks I don't write it well, but I told myself so long as I had fun writing it doesn't matter! And believe me this was very fun to write!

Summary: Despite having such a long week Jimmy still drags you to his friend's house for late night hang, but maybe with a few hints you can turn it around in your favor (SMUT)

Caught in the Act - Jimmy Valmer x Reader

Rolling your hips you took pride in the way Jimmy's eyes fell back. His fluffy brown hair was a mess, locks falling every which way from how you ran your fingers through it not 5 minutes earlier, something you knew that man loved.

Voices slightly rose to the room you two occupied, casual conversations unintelligible through the walls. It had been a long week, work shifts keeping you so busy you had almost no time for your own thoughts, much less a 15 minute meal break. When Jimmy suggested going to Clyde’s for a small kick back you just about told him no as you beelined for the couch, a nap calling your name- if only he didn't use his charm to his advantage.

Jimmy had a face that made it difficult to deny him anything with sweet, sincere eyes and a button nose. Coupled with his ability to make you laugh even through the hardest days, you found him very attractive, and thankfully he thought the same of you.

“Well, swee-sweetcheeks, if you take a nap before the party I guess w-we'll be bringing the ‘snore-dourves!’” as you giggled, giving him a peck on the cheek he shot out a quick, “what a terrific audience.”

“Give me 20 minutes and I'll be ready,” you had told him with a happy sigh, succumbing to the fact that tonight you were going out. At least you had Jimmy, and that you could work into your favor.

Clyde always insisted his get-togethers were going to be “absolutely wild” but continued to invite the same people each time, which meant it went the same each time. Tolkien sat on the couch lazily watching some game Tweek and Craig had been playing, mindlessly scrolling through his phone. Wendy and Nichole were somewhere in the kitchen chatting as they snacked and drank while Clyde messed around with an aux cord in the corner. 

It was always a treat to see Jimmy with his friends, seeing the familiar camaraderie that only came from years of closeness and trust. It was a bond you grew to appreciate for your boyfriend as you knew he didn't get to see them as often as he'd like. 

Once the two of you separated to talk to others, you put your plan into action.

Jimmy could read a room like a damn picture book. It was a skill that helped immensely with his comedy, being able to analyze a crowd and figure out just the right way to twist his wording of a joke to have them crying in laughter. 

He definitely knew how to read you as well.

He knew when your eyes were on him, the pleasant sensation of prickles on his neck making him glance back at you. He knew what it meant when you kept bringing attention to your mouth, fingers innocently resting on plump lips like you didn’t know what it did to him. He figured out what you were playing at when he saw the way your thighs squeezed together as you bent forward to grab a beer from the fridge. Getting up he made some light excuse to need the bathroom and gripped your arm as he walked past, beer and conversation long forgotten. 

On the other end of the house sat the master bedroom, empty for the weekend with the Donovans out of town. Kicking open the door Jimmy led you inside, and before you could get a word in he was dragging you down onto the bed.

“You really couldn't w-w-wait til we got back home?” With a grin and a twinkle in his eyes he watched your face bloom. “I knew I was hot but je-jesus Christ, babe.”

“Well what can I say, I needed something to unwind after this week.”

“I can certainly help with that,” his grin turned feral as he yanked up your shirt, hands greedily kneading as he took to your lips. 

Jimmy always approached sex like this, with a ferocity that was almost primal. Feeling desired was one thing but he made it seem like you were the essence he needed to live. It was exciting and fun, two things you had realized you missed in previous relationships.

It was no surprise to you how good he was at distracting you. Through kisses and nips, it wasn't until your pants were around your ankles and his hand dropped into your panties did you realize how things had progressed. 

“This w-w-wet already? Bit of a dirty girl tonight,” he already had one finger inside, making you gasp. Fingers grasped his shirt, wrinkling the fabric as you felt the rumble of a chuckle through his chest. As he continued to pump his fingers, having added another digit after a second or two, Jimmy observed your face fondly.

Part of the reason he was like this was simply because of you. You responded to him in ways that drove him fucking crazy and he found it addicting. With a subtle squeeze of your ass or fingers lightly grazing under your top, you would lean into him in want, those eyes of yours telling him things that weren't exactly appropriate for the public.

And he fucking loved it.

With your hands in his hair he felt his mind falter. The way those fingers played along his scalp and tugged at the strands felt so incredibly good he was sure he could cream his pants from that alone. Not that he'd admit it to you, but he nearly had done so a few times on occasion. Tonight, however, he wanted so much more than that.

Jimmy got his pants and briefs off quick, knocking over the arm braces he set aside in his haste. He gave a sheepish smile as you laughed, and for a split second you could see him as a rambunctious boy, playing hard and fast with his friends regardless of what scrapes and bumps they'd receive. 

Whenever that happened you felt your heart swell. He truly was a phenomenal man, part of you only wished you had met him much earlier in life.

In an instant that image was gone and in its place was a man with longing in his eyes, hands gentle at your sides. He had started to position himself over you when you enacted the next part of your little scheme. Flipping him over you heard him grunt as his back hit the bed.

“F-feeling a little feisty tonight, are we?” His voice might have had that usual hint of humor in it, but those half lidded eyes revealed more to you. 

Deftly removing your panties, you proceeded to sit yourself down on his groin, cock situated between your folds. Jimmy looked down as you rocked, slick juices coating his member in a way that looked completely sinful. His eyes were hungry watching your hips move.

“It's not like you to t-take your time, horndog.”

“I think you're talking about you there, Jimmy,” you chuckled, laying palms flat onto his clothed chest. You continued grinding, enjoying the feel of his slick head hitting your clit each time you rocked forward. 

You could hear Jimmy's breathing start to stutter, and with that you decided to take a bit of pity on your little boyfriend. Reaching down you positioned him at your entrance, feeling his hands grip your thighs as you slowly sat back.

You felt yourself stretch deliciously with every inch, your eyelids fluttering closed at the fullness. Once you had gotten all of him inside you sat still, relishing the feeling.

You could feel his cock twitch, his fingers starting to imprint themselves upon the soft flesh of your legs as they dug in. Jimmy wanted to say, his lips opening and closing in an attempt to form the words, but they only caught in his throat. With a cheeky smile, you started moving at an agonizing pace, the man underneath you nearly sighing in relief. 

Despite how you wanted to drag this out, you started to move faster and harder, the wanton need for more of that feeling greater than anything else. Throwing your head back, you adjusted the angle, leaning backwards. Jimmy's hand automatically came up to your breasts, your shirt still bunched up above them. 

Jimmy was unabashedly loud, his moans no longer breathy and stifled. Part of you knew you should make him quiet down, but hearing just how good you made him feel caused you to clench around him, increasing his volume in turn.

With legs aching you couldn’t help but slow, focusing on grinding down with your orgasm just on the cusp. With hands moving to the fat of your ass, you felt Jimmy begin to move you, bouncing you onto him.

“Getting tired already?” Is voice was rough as you felt him start to thrust his hips to meet you, the light plap-plap-plap of skin reaching your ears, “makes me think you w-wanted to be used like a f-fucking toy.”

When he talked to you like that you felt yourself go dumb. You knew he wasn't actually talking down to you, or being mean, but the use of those words when he was fucking you like this was enough to push you over the edge.

Feeling you start to shake Jimmy picked up his pace, thrusting harder and harder into you as his hands held firm on your ass. It was almost too much and he knew it, your keening filling the bedroom.

Jimmy didn't even stop when the door banged open.

“Oh my god, man!” Clyde cried out, his voice exasperated, “can't you do that at your own home? My goddamn eyes…” The door slammed closed and you could faintly hear the sound of laughter down the hall as Clyde complained.

That broke it, Jimmy halting his motions as the two of you giggled and tittered. I guess you were right about Jimmy being so loud.

“Well,” you started as you both calmed down, “…we should continue this at home…” 

You started to move yourself off of him when he reached forward, bringing you down until you were flush against his chest.

“Don't think I didn't know w-what the hell you were doing, Y/N,” you felt him smile into your hair, a soft kiss pressed into your locks, “or are you not gonna f-finish what you started?”

With a slight buck of his hips, you were going at it once more, Jimmy somehow getting even louder to the displeasure of one brunette downstairs.

[helaegoncore]

Aegon cares for his children

Since, even after season two and Tom's interviews, I still see some comments from users who present the same old story "Aegon never cared about Helaena and their children!!", I thought to give here some precisions as to why this remark, in the book, is totally false (it is in the show as well, but this is another matter, since book!Aegon is very different from show!Aegon for some aspects).

1) I often say this, but I am keeping doing it: Aegon and Helaena shared a bed. You don't share a bed with someone you don't care about, expecially in medieval times, where it was customary for couples to sleep in separate rooms. The exception rather was to sleep in the same room. This is valid also for ASOIAF. Eddard and Catelyn, despite loving each other, slept in separate rooms, and Viserys and Alicent as well, just to make a few examples.

2) Immediately after Blood and Cheese, Aegon is described as "in pain and fury". As a result of this, as in the show, he gives orders to kill all the ratcatchers in the city. Later, he also expresses his wish to "avenge the murder of his heir at the hands of Blood and Cheese", wanting to personally fly on Dragonstone to seize Rhaenyra and her sons. It took the intervention of the ENTIRE Green Council to dissuade him. Does this sound as the reaction of a parent who doesn't care for their child? Quite the opposite.

Also, Rook's Rest is the result, in the book, of his desire for revenge, thought by Criston Cole INVOLVING Aegon, and with his full approval and consent.

3) Aegon realises that Helaena is unfortunately no longer able to take care of Maelor after the tragedy, so he entrusts the child to Alicent. If Aegon had been neglectful of his children, he certainly wouldn't have noticed this and wouldn't have taken steps to ensure that his child was well cared for.

4) When Rhaenyra takes King's Landing, despite it all happens very quickly, Aegon sends away also his children, Maelor and Jaehaera, entrusting them to two King's Guards. This one actually was one of the worst changes in the show. Aegon would have never let his children in the city in the book. The fact they left Jaehaera in King's Landing in HotD is their new attempt to show Aegon as a "neglectful father" when huh, guess what? There isn't any evidence of it in the books.

As for the show, Tom (who, unlike other actors, I remind you read F&B) often pointed out in many interviews how Aegon is proud of BOTH his children (Maelor doesn't exist here and this pisses me off a lot), and how he used to present them to court, etc.. He also refers about Helaena and the children as to "the sanctity of my family". The fact the show didn't include any scene between Aegon and Jaehaera is actually a new proof of bad writing (as it is the fact Jaehaerys never shares a scene with Helaena!! It was all orchestrated from the writers in order to sideline Helaegon and TG as much as possible). It proves nothing about Aegon being this supposed "neglectful parent" TB stans wished he was. We literally never saw them interacting - they didn't even care to spell out Jaehaera's name, for what matters. So it is really fool to jump to conclusions for something that isn't even been adressed in the show, expecially when Tom said otherwise multiple times.

[letstalkaboutfandomsbaby]

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ʚ Part 13 ɞ

❥ CW: chubby fem reader x buff guy, smut, hints of noncon coming from Y/N, Y/N is a vegetarian sorry not sorry

❥ A/N: the smut bug bit me and i had to write this shit sksksk please enjoy 💕

"I had a date idea," you tell Guy before taking a sip of your coffee.

"Oh yeah? Tell me."

"I was thinking," you start, swirling your coffee, "that we could go to this painting and wine tasting place. You like pay for a session and they teach you to paint a landscape or something and then you drink wine while you do it."

"That sounds nice. Do you wanna go?"

"Yeah, it would be fun! I thought you might wanna go too so that's why I brought it up."

"I would love to go with you."

"Cool, because I already bought tickets to go." He frowns.

"Why'd you buy the tickets? I could've bought them. You should've told me."

"Because I wanted to! I can do whatever I want; you can't stop me."

He pouts, huffing.

"I'm supposed to take care of you."

"Says who? I'm a grown woman; I can take care of myself." He rolls his eyes.

"Alright, alright. But I don't like it."

"Well, you're just gonna have to deal with it, mister!"

"Yeah," Liz interrupts, putting a hand on your shoulder, "just like how you're just gonna have to deal with Y/N coming back to work."

Guy rolls his eyes.

"Yeah, whatever." He stands up from his seat. "You know, I could just buy this coffee shop and put it in Y/N's job description to sit with me for as long as I want and—"

"Don't you dare!" you shout, bolting to your feet. "You will not jeopardize my job!" He laughs, holding up his hands.

"Calm down, I was kidding! I would never do anything to make you mad like that."

"You better not! I'll break up with you in a heartbeat!"

"Nooo, don't do that, I love you." You blow a raspberry at him, circling the table to give him a hug. He squeezes you tight, kissing the crown of your head. "What time should I pick you up?" You hum in thought.

"Pick me up on Friday around... five thirty. It starts at six."

"Sounds good. You don't want to eat beforehand?"

"Nah, we can eat after. Do you like Indian?"

"Yeah."

"Then we'll pick up some Indian food and go back to my place."

He grunts, resting his chin on your head.

"That sounds good." You hum.

"Good. Now, you gotta let me go." He pouts.

"But I don't wanna."

"You gotta." He moans unhappily.

"But I don't wanna." You squirm in his hold.

"Unhand me, foul beast!" He snorts, releasing you.

"I am not a beast."

"You are. You're my beast." He hums, pressing his forehead to yours.

"And you're my beauty."

"And I'm Mrs. Potts!" Liz grabs you, pushing you back to the coffee bar. "C'mon, Belle, we got work to do."

You laugh, waving at Mohammed.

"Bye, Mo!"

"Bye, beautiful."

"This place is cute!" you declare as you walk up to the storefront with Mohammed, holding his hand.

"Have you ever been here before?" he asks.

"No, I haven't. Haven't had the time, or anyone to go with."

"Not even your friends?" he inquires. You shrug.

"We're never free on the same nights. Last Friday was planned for a while."

"I get it." His hand squeezes yours. "I'm glad we have time together."

"Me too," you smile, bumping into him before he gets to the door, opening it for you.

The establishment is small, but nice, homey. It's comfortable here, casual. There's already a crowd formed in the front room. You stand there awkwardly, only relaxing when Mohammed puts an arm around your shoulders, pulling you to his side.

"It's crowded," he whispers.

"They had limited seats available when I bought the tickets," you mumble back, looking around. The rest of the room was filled with women chatting with each other, glancing your way before leaning in together and giggling. "You seem to be popular."

"You say that like I care." There's lips pressed against your temple. "I'm here with you."

"I know, I know. I just..." Your voice drifts off as you see a woman eyeing your boyfriend, looking him up and down hungrily.

"Don't get insecure on me." His hand moves to your waist, squeezing the fat there. "If you do, I'll have to get rid of those thoughts later."

You look up at him.

"What do you mean?"

"Alright, everyone!" a woman at the front claps, raising her hands for everyone's attention. "It's time to start! Please follow me into the next room."

"You'll see," he mutters, winking at you before grabbing your hand, pulling you along. You contemplate his words as he guides you into the next room.

There's dozens of easels with canvases and stools, paints and brushes beside them. At the end of each aisle are buckets filled with ice and wine bottles. You're prompted to take a seat anywhere, so you find some place in the middle of the room, not immediately at the front but also not too far away from it. You and Mohammed take a seat. He adjusts his easel so it's closer to yours, his seat following him so that you're right beside each other. The action makes you smile.

"Alrighty! Good evening, everyone! Thank you for coming to 'On Cloud Wine'. We're going to start so grab your brushes and get yourself a glass!"

Some of the women cheer happily, and you stifle a giggle. Guy grabs the wine bottles beside him, holding them up for you to look.

"Do you want red or white?"

"White," you reply. "I prefer the sweeter stuff." He grunts, putting the red wine back in the bucket. You grab your glass as he opens the bottle. He takes it from you, filling your glass half way before handing it back to you. You bring the glass to your lips, taking a sip. You hum.

"Not as sweet as I like it, but I guess it'll work."

"I'll get you better wine later," he leans in to whisper, making you chuckle. He returns the white wine before grabbing the red, opening it and filling his own glass. You hear soft music before you look to the front of the class, seeing something projected on the wall.

"Oh my god," you mumble, realization hitting you. You lean close to Guy and whisper, "oh my god!"

"What? What am I missing?" he asks, glancing around the room. You grab his shirt and tug him closer.

"Is this seriously it?" you ask, motioning to the projection at the front of the room.

"Who's that?" he asks as a gentle voice is cast throughout the room.

"It's Bob Ross! You don't know who Bob Ross is?"

"I don't know a lot about art." You roll your eyes, leaning ever closer.

"He used to do art tutorials on TV way back when. I think this is it: this is the whole class. It's just wine and Bob Ross."

"Oh..." He glances at you. "Is that bad?"

"It's a rip off!" you hiss. "We could've done this on our own!"

Someone shushes you and you shush them back out of spite, making Guy chuckle.

"Do you want to leave?" You sigh.

"No. I spent money on this and they don't give refunds. God damn it, I should've read the terms and conditions better."

"Hey," his hand finds your thigh and gives a gentle squeeze. "Don't beat yourself up. It's fine. We'll make the most of it."

You pout, huffing before chugging your glass of wine. You swallow, making a soft gagging sound.

"This is not what I thought it would be."

"Do you want more?"

"Yes."

You paint unhappily, following the tutorial on the wall; well, barely following it. You take your creativity and project it onto your canvas, using different colors than directed, making more trees and less bushes around your lake. You don't bother with mountains, keeping your forest level, a sunset in the distance. Or sunrise, however you looked at it.

"Are you at least having fun?" you ask Mohammed halfway through.

"Yeah," he says with a smile. "I don't think I've ever painted like this except for in school."

"Really? But it's so fun."

"I can see that now. We should do this at home some time."

"At home?" you ask, tilting your head. He glances at you sheepishly before going back to his painting.

"At... I meant your place."

"Oh..." You swallow, glancing between him and your painting. "Do... you see my apartment as a home?"

"It's... well, it's certainly more homey than my place."

"I've never been to your place..."

He stops, looking at you.

"Do you want to come to my place?"

"I... I mean, eventually. I just... I don't know. I've never thought about going to your place. Is it far?" He shrugs, moving his brush again.

"Not really. It's pretty much in the center of the city." You hum, adding a cloud to your scenery.

"We should go there some time."

"We can. Just... not tonight."

"Why not?"

"It's not clean. My cleaning lady comes tomorrow. It's dusty."

"You don't dust yourself?" He shrugs.

"I'm always too busy or too tired to clean."

"Do you at least do your own laundry?"

"Yes, Y/N. I'm not lazy, I just don't do the little stuff like dusting or vacuuming."

"Alright…" You decide to add a star off into the distance. "You better not expect me to clean for you in the future."

"No. That's why I have a cleaning lady. I'm not gonna make you do that stuff. Don't want your pretty hands to get dirty."

You bark out a laugh and get shushed again. You roll your eyes.

The video finishes just as soon as it began. You're somewhat satisfied with your painting. Perhaps you'd be more satisfied if you had followed the tutorial properly.

"Yours is nice," Guy says, leaning over to get a better look at your painting.

"Thanks." You look over at his. It's a bit messy and rough, but it's so him. "I like the house you added. And the little people."

"Oh, yeah." He points at the stick figures smiling. "That's you and me. And that's our summer home by the lake." You giggle.

"Oh my god, that's so cute. That's so sweet, Mo, I love it." He grunts.

"Yours looks better. It's like a professional's."

"It is not!"

"It is! I'd buy that at an art show."

"You would not."

"I would. I'd love to have that." You glance at the painting, then back at him.

"You can have it if you want."

His eyes dart to you, stunned.

"Really?"

"Yeah. I don't like it enough to keep it, but you can have it."

He huffs, his lips curling as he looks back at your painting.

"You're the best thing that's ever happened to me."

When you arrive back at your apartment, you leave your painting in his car. He carries dinner up to your apartment and you hold the door open for him. He kisses your cheek as ‘thanks’.

You put on a movie as you eat, chatting.

“What’d you get?”

“Vegetable Biryani, and some naan. What about you?”

“Butter Chicken. Do you want some?”

“No offense, but no.”

“Why not?”

“I don’t eat chicken.”

“Why not?” You shrug.

“I don’t eat meat.”

“What?” He puts down his food, looking at you. “You don’t eat meat? Why didn’t you tell me?”

“It wasn’t important.”

“It’s very important! I’ve been eating meat around you nonstop. I feel like an asshole.”

“Why?”

“Because you don’t eat meat and I do and that’s, like, half of the stuff I eat!”

“Oh my gosh, Mo, it’s okay. I can’t control you; you can make your own choices. This is just my choice.”

“Oh my god. That’s why you don’t eat a lot of protein. It makes so much sense.”

“Excuse you! I get plenty of protein!”

“I wasn’t saying that; please don’t take it like that. I meant, like, you just eat beans and stuff. That’s why you eat mostly appetizers and side dishes when there’s a lot of meat on the menu. Oh my god, I’m such an asshole.”

“Guy,” you put your hand on his arm, making him look at you. “It’s fine. I prefer being vegetarian, but I don’t expect you to do it too. You gotta live your own life.” He looks at you, taking a deep breath.

“I’m gonna eat less meat.”

“What?”

“For you. Once this meal is gone, I’ll stop eating meat around you.”

“Guy, you don’t have to do that—”

“I want to. I’m going to. You can’t stop me.” You roll your eyes, taking a bite of your food.

“You can do whatever you want, I guess.”

When dinner is done, you snuggle close to him, but he moves away.

“What’s wrong?” you pout.

“I should wash my hands. And brush my teeth. I got meat mouth,” he says as he gets up off the couch.

“Oh my god, Guy, this is excessive.”

“Do you have a spare toothbrush?”

“Guy, it’s fine. You don’t need to brush you teeth for me. Plus, I don't have a spare, do you can't."

He stands there, clenching his fists.

“Do you at least have mouthwash?” You groan, rolling your eyes.

“Yes, it’s on the bathroom sink.”

“Thank you.”

When he leaves, you flop down on the couch, barely watching the movie. You hear the sink run for a bit, as well as some gargling sounds. Everything is turned off and he comes back out with a smile.

“All clean for my girl.”

“Are you happy?” you ask.

“Yes, very.”

“At least there’s that.”

“Aw, don’t pout. C’mere.” He reaches for you when he gets to the couch, helping you sit back up as he sits beside you. “Did my pretty girl have a nice day?”

You shrug.

“Yeah, I guess.” He frowns.

“You didn’t have fun today?”

“No, it’s not that. It’s just… well, the wine thing was a bust and then you freaked out about me being vegetarian and you eating meat. And then you insist on brushing your teeth, like, good god man, just chill.” He chuckles, shaking his head.

“I’m sorry. I just don’t want it to bother you.”

“It’s never bothered me before.”

“Not that you’ve told me.”

“Because it hasn’t! Look, Guy, it’s just not my choice. Would it be cool if you were vegetarian too? Or course it would, because then we could bond over that, but I still love you even if you eat meat. It’s just not the choice I want to make.” He grunts, rubbing his thumbs over the back of your hands.

“I still don’t want to eat meat around you now. And that’s my choice.”

“Okay, okay.”

He twists his mouth, looking up at you.

“Can we… maybe… fool around a little?” You scoff.

“Is that why you’re making a big deal about the meat thing? Because you wanted to kiss and touch me?”

“Obviously. Been thinking about it all day, but I don’t want to touch you with my dirty meat hands or mouth. That’s why I wanted to get clean for you, before we started anything.” You huff, rolling your eyes.

“You’re such a dweeb.”

“Is that a ‘no’ then?”

“It’s a ‘come here and kiss me before I kick you out for being a nerd’ thing.”

He nods, scooting closer so he can plant his lips on yours. It’s soft, and sweet. His lips are minty, leaving a cool sensation against you. It’s tingly. It makes you want to taste the inside of his mouth.

When your lips mold together, you lick over his bottom lip. He opens for you, naturally, letting you move inside. You can taste the mouth wash he just used. It tastes a bit odd with the curry flavor still in your mouth. You pull away.

“I should clean my teeth too.”

“What? No, no, you taste amazing, come back here.” His hands find your cheeks, holding you tenderly as he brings your mouths back together. You moan softly as he glides his tongue over yours, trailing along your teeth. You snake your arms around his neck, pulling yourself closer to him. His hands find your waist, holding firm, squeezing. It makes you moan into his mouth. You pull away again.

“Should I take the dress off?” you ask, and his face lights up.

“Oh my god, yes, please.”

You giggle, pulling back so you can shimmy the dress over your head, dropping it to the floor, leaving you in just panties. Guy stares, his eyes trailing over you.

“You get prettier every time I see you.” You scoff.

“You’re just saying that.”

“I’m not, I’m really not.” He balls his hands into fists. “I wanna touch you. Can I touch you?”

“Of course.”

He rushes to put his hands on you, firm and strong against your waist before sliding up to your breasts, giving them a hearty squeeze. His touch is so rough that it pushes you back on the couch. It doesn’t faze him: he simply crawls over you, still touching, still palming your flesh and digging his fingers into you.

“Guy, s-slow down! We’ve got all night!”

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” You can feel his pace slow just a bit, but then it speeds up again, his hands kneading your breasts rabidly. You’re moaning, voice hitching and squeaking as he pinches your nipples roughly.

“Mo, Mo,” you grab his hands and peel them off of you.

“Shit, I’m sorry, I pushed you too hard, didn’t I?”

“Mo, calm down. Breathe.” He stares at you, taking a deep breath before letting it go. “What’s gotten into you? You were so cool and collected last time, what happened?”

“I’m sorry, I…” He huffs, running a hand over his face. “I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you since last time.”

“Like…?”

“Like, I’ve jerked off every day since then.” Your eyes widen.

“You have?” He nods. “Do… you think about me or—”

“Of course I think about you. I can’t stop thinking about you. I think about your body and your moans and the fucking adorable face you made when you came and then I get hard and I have to jerk off.”

“Oh…”

“Yeah…”

You sit in silence, curling your legs towards you as you sit up.

“How many times have you jerked off?”

“Like… at least twice a day every day since I fingered you.”

That’s hot. That’s really hot. You squeeze your legs together, feeling yourself leak at the thought of him jacking off to the thought of you.

“Can you… tell me what you think of?”

“What do I not think of?” He slumps against the couch. “I think about that day a lot, obviously, but then I think of these silly fantasies and—”

“What kind of fantasies?”

“Well… I think about our first time together, what that’ll be like. How you’ll feel around my cock. The way you’ll moan.”

“What else?”

“I… well, one fantasy I had was us going on a trip together somewhere romantic, like Italy or France or something, and taking you on a bunch of tours. And you’re wearing the cutest outfits and you just look so pretty the whole time. And then we get back to our hotel and you just want me so bad that you can’t stop touching me and kissing me—what are you doing?”

You stop, realizing what you had done, snatching your hand from your underwear.

“Oh my god—”

“Were you—”

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry—”

“Were you touching yourself?”

“I’m so sorry, Guy, I didn’t even realize it! I’m so sorry, please, let’s just forget it ever happened and—”

He grabs your hand, the one that had been shoved into your panties, staring at you intensely.

“Can… Can you do it again? Can I watch?”

You’re shocked, blinking owlishly.

“What?”

“Can I watch you touch your pussy?”

“You… you want to see me do that?”

“Yes, I—oh my god, I can’t believe I’m telling you this—it’s a fantasy I’ve had before and I—”

You put a finger to his lips, silencing him. Your hand moves to touch his cheek.

“It’s okay. You don’t have to explain.”

You scoot back on the couch, shimmying out of your panties and dropping them to the ground with your dress, spreading your legs for him. He watches with wide eyes as you suck on your middle finger for a moment before bringing it down to your cunt, moving in between your lips to touch your clit.

“Oh my god,” he whispers, leaning forward to get a better look. “Oh my god.”

Having him watch you turns you on as you touch yourself. You move your finger down to your entrance, collecting your slick and going back to your clit.

“Can…” He swallows hard. “Can you spread yourself open so I can see?”

You silently do as he asks, bringing your opposite hand to your cunt and pulling your lips open, holding them there as your finger goes back to your clit. You hear him groan, glance down to see him palm at his crotch.

“Are you hard?”

“Y-Yeah. Sorry.”

“Don’t be.” You move your finger faster, staring at him. “Can I see it?” He blinks, gulping.

“I… I don’t know, I—”

“You don’t have to,” you rush out, readjusting your position. “I don’t want you to be uncomfortable. I just… I’d really like to see it, if you want to show me.”

His hand fidgets; he won’t look at you.

“I… I’m worried you’ll be disappointed.”

Oh. He must be small; that’s why he was so insecure about it.

“I don’t care what it looks like, Mo. I’ll like it because it’s you.” He looks up at you.

“I’m worried you won’t want anything to do with me once you see me.”

You stop touching yourself, sitting up and touching his hand gently.

“Mohammed, it’s okay. You don’t have to show me if you don’t want to, but just know that I’ll be happy no matter what you look like because I like you as a person.”

He glances at you, then back at his crotch, sighing.

“Just… please don’t freak out or break up with me.”

“I won’t, I swear on my life.”

He sucks in his bottom lip, letting it go with a loud sigh. He reaches down to undo his belt, unzipping himself. You steel your nerves, forcing your face to be neutral, just in case he really was as small as you were imagining.

It’s fine, you thought. You’ve dated guys who were smaller than average before! He can make you cum regardless if he’s big or not; he loves you and will do whatever it takes to make you feel good. Just don’t freak out if he’s little. Don’t freak out, don’t freak out, don’t—

You blink when he releases himself.

“Oh my—”

You slap a hand over your mouth, trying to stay calm. He slumps a bit, trying to tuck himself away.

“I’m sorry, I should’ve never shown you. I’ll go, I—”

“Mo, wait!” He stops, looking up at you, defeated. “Can… can you take it out again?”

He sighs, doing as you ask, leaning back on his hands so you could see. You stare awkwardly, zipping your lips together, squeezing your legs shut.

“You don’t have to say anything,” he says glumly. “I know it’s unrealistic to think that sex would be good with this size.”

“Mo, are you—”

“I’ve heard it before. My exes have complained. I know it’s annoying to deal with, so we don’t have to go forward if you don’t want to. I understand if you want to break up and just be friends, I just—”

“H-Hold on! Lemme think!”

He shuts his mouth, his hands grabbing his jeans anxiously. You swallow, bringing your hands to your chest as you stare at his cock.

“Are… are you hard?”

“No. How can I be hard when I’m nervous about my girlfriend hating my size?”

“I… I don’t hate it, I just…”

“Just what?”

“It’s…” You gulp, biting your lip. “Mo, it’s… it’s so big.”

“I know. That’s the problem.”

You hesitantly kneel closer, getting a better look. God, he was huge. You’d only ever seen dicks like this in the form of dildos or in pornos with skinny actresses being fucked stupid. You didn’t ever think you would see one of this size in real life.

And it was turning you on.

Just looking at his cock was making you leak like a faucet. Fuck, your cunt was squeezing around nothing, aching to be filled, to be filled by him. His cock was a bit darker than his skin, the head uncut. His balls were massive; you couldn’t imagine how heavy they were. His dick must’ve been bigger than the circumference your fingers could make. Was he as thick as a soda can? You didn’t know, couldn’t tell when your horny brain only had one thing on its mind.

“Mo, it… I’ve never seen a dick this big before.”

“I didn’t think so…” He sighs, rubbing a hand over his face. “Look, if you want to break up, can you please just say it? I don’t know how long I can handle this torture…”

“Guy.” He glances at you. “I don’t want to break up.” You lean closer, putting your hand on his clothed thigh. “I’ve never wanted to fuck you more than I do right now.”

His eyes go wide.

“You… what?”

“I said, I’ve never wanted to—”

“I-I heard you, but… but why? Aren’t you freaked out? Aren’t you intimidated?”

“I mean, sure, it’s jarring at first but… I mean, I have a big dildo. It’s not like I couldn’t take you.”

“Wha—”

“Wait, I wonder how your sizes compare. Hold on, let me—”

“Wait!” He grabs your arm, keeping you planted on the couch. “You… you don’t want to break up with me? You’re not scared it’ll hurt? You’re not gonna call it an ‘elephant trunk’ or a ‘third leg’ or—”

“What? No! Are you kidding? Who talks like that?”

“I… I mean… I’ve been with girls in the past and most of them were too scared and even the ones who did try didn’t always like it and—”

“Stop.” You grab his hand with both of yours, holding it tenderly. “Do you care more about those past girls’ opinions, or do you care more about mine?”

“Y-Yours.”

“Good. Well, I’m telling you that I like it. I love it, in fact. I mean, god, I’m so excited right now that I wanna deep throat you but I know my mouth would barely be able to fit the head—”

“Woah, woah, woah.” He holds up his hands, breathing deep. “I—shit, I didn’t expect you to react like this—I still want to go slow, I—”

“Wait, did you want to go slow because you thought I wouldn’t like how big you are?” He pauses, looking over your face.

“Um… yeah…”

“Oh my god, get over here!”

You grab his face, smashing your lips against his. He gasps, giving you the opportunity to slide your tongue into his mouth. You start crawling into his lap, straddling his thighs, your hips plopping down on his cock. He inhales sharply, pulling away.

“Wait, no, I don’t—mmph!” Your lips are on his again, silencing him. He grunts, grabbing your shoulders and pushing you back. “Hold on!”

“Mo, please, I’m so horny for you right now.”

“I get that but—” He groans when you dart for his neck, leaving open mouthed kisses there. The sensation makes him moan, his hips bucking. Your hands travel over his chest, down his abs, towards—

“Wait!”

Suddenly, you’re flung onto your back, wrists pinned to the couch, his body looming over you. He’s panting, your chest is heaving, and he can’t stop himself from glancing at your tits.

“You—Jesus—you gotta calm down.”

“I can’t!” you whine, struggling under his hold. “I wanna fuck, like, now!”

“Y/N, this is ridiculous, why are you acting so—”

He stops when your hips lift and hit his cock, his voice breaking. He swallows, glancing up at you, seeing you stare right back at him, eyes wide, lips pouting.

“Mo, please, I’m so horny—”

“You’re acting crazy—”

“Well, how would you act if you saw the best pussy ever and wanted it?!”

“Like I am now!”

You’re taken aback. He sighs, hanging his head in defeat.

“I don’t want our first time together to be on a couch.”

“I…” You inhale, sighing. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry for acting crazy, I just… Jesus Christ, Mo, do you have any idea how badly I want to have sex with you?” He glances at you and you see his cock twitch out of the corner of your eye. You swallow. “I… I mean, you’re so attractive, and you made me cum so easily once already and… god, I just know it’s gonna feel good and I want it now.”

“Y/N…” He sighs, hanging his head again. “I’m not gonna fuck you here.”

“I… I know…”

“But…” He looks up at you slow, anxious. “But I don’t want to leave you like this.”

You furrow your brow as he brings your hands together in front of your chest, holding them together with one of his large hands. His now free hand moves between you, grabbing his cock. Your eyes widen as he moves his hips closer, bringing his cock to your pussy and resting the underside against your pussy lips. You inhale sharply, looking back up at him. He’s not looking at you, his lips tight as he focusing on moving his hips between your legs, rubbing his dick against your pussy.

“I’ll… give you this… but you gotta wait for the rest… okay?”

“O-Okay,” you reply, your voice small. You look back down in between the two of you, spreading your legs as wide as you can so he has better access to you. He grunts, licking over his lips, focused. “Can… can I touch you?” He glances up at you, unsure.

“Do you promise not to go crazy again?”

“I-I promise. Please, I just—I just wanna touch you.”

He sighs but nods, releasing your hands slowly. You move your hands to his biceps, holding on as his hips pick up in pace.

“Does… Does it feel good?” he asks, sounding unsure.

“I…” You bite your lip, looking up at him. “C-Can you spread me open, so it can touch my clit?”

“Oh! Y-Yeah, sure.”

He moves his hands over your thighs, inhaling deep when he reaches your pussy. He tucks his thumbs over your pussy lips, pulling them apart, letting his cock sink down to your soaked labia.

“O-Oh…” he mutters.

“N-Now you can move.” He nods, pulling back slightly before pushing forward, the head of his cock brushing your clit, making you keen. “Good, that’s it. That feels good.”

“Yeah? You like it?”

“Mm-hm. Want more.”

“I’m not fucking you.”

“I know that, but you can move a little faster, can’t you?”

He scoffs, shaking his head, but doing as you ask. His hips move forward faster, a little harder, putting more pressure on your clit. You moan softly, moving your hands to his shoulders.

“It feels good, Mo.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.” You squeeze his shoulders, massaging his neck.

“Can… Can you cum like this?”

“Mm-hm. I think so.”

“Fuck,” he hangs his head, hands moving to your thighs, pushing them back. “Look, I know it’s not ideal, but I promise I’ll get that hotel for next weekend and book a nice restaurant that has food you’ll like. I’ll treat you like a princess in and out of bed all night, okay?”

“Okay.” You sigh when he moves faster. “Can I have a kiss?”

“Of course, baby, of course.”

He leans down to kiss you, letting your lips mold languidly. You hold his head with both hands, opening your mouth to capture his bottom lip between your teeth, tugging on it when you pull yourself back. He moans, blinking when you release him and stare up at him with innocent doe eyes.

“You… you…” He huffs, moving his hips faster, making you gasp. He grabs the back of your knees, pushing your legs towards your chest, making you squeak as he thrusts faster. “You do this shit on purpose, don’t you?”

“Mo—”

“You’re just trying to rile me up so I’ll fuck you, but I won’t. Not on your fucking couch. Gonna get you the best bed and the best champagne and fuck you so good you won’t ever doubt yourself ever again.”

“Mo!”

“I’m gonna make you cum over and over, all night long, until you’re begging me to stop. But in the morning, I’m gonna do it all over again, and then I’m gonna do it in the shower, and on the balcony, and maybe even my car. And then I’ll fuck you on this stupid couch.”

“I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum on your cock!”

He chokes, his hips thrusting wildly until you squeal, nails digging into his shirt. At the same time, hot liquid sprays over your stomach, all the way up to your chest. His hips slow, still rubbing against your sensitive clit, making you whimper until he stops. He’s panting, clutching the couch, arms straight so as not to fall on you.

“Shit,” he curses, rubbing a hand over his face. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to do that.”

You look down at the cum covering you, pooling in your belly button and the fold of your stomach.

“I-It’s okay.”

“Fuck, it’s not. Do you have a towel or something?”

“I—”

“Never mind, I’ll just use my shirt.”

He sits up, grabbing his shirt behind his neck and pulling it off his head, revealing his chiseled physique. You stare at his body as he wipes the cum off of you, his face sour as he finishes.

“What’s wrong?” you ask, sitting up. He sighs, rubbing a hand over his face, dragging it down as he looks away.

“This isn’t how I imagined tonight going.”

“Well, how’d you imagine it?”

“I imagined seducing you properly and eating you out. I wanted you to cum on my face. I didn’t want to hump your pussy like some fucking teenager.”

“I mean, we could always still do that.” He scoffs, smiling at you.

“Don’t be greedy.” He sighs again, sitting back against the couch, holding a hand out to you. You take it and he helps you up to sit beside him. You crawl closer, kissing his cheek.

“I had fun.”

“Don’t say things just to try and make me feel better.”

“I’m not! That was really fun. And sexy. You felt how wet I was.” He grunts.

“I did. It was hard not to go further.”

“Well, we’ll do it next week, once you have everything prepared like you want. And then it’ll be perfect.” He looks at you, hopeful.

“You think so?”

“Yeah. It’ll be great, I just know it.” You wrap your arms around his neck, leaning in for a kiss. You give each other a few pecks before pulling away. He looks down at his shirt, huffing.

“I need to wash this.”

“You could always wash it here and just sleep over.” He arches his brow.

“You wouldn’t mind?"

“You’ve done it already. Plus, I like to cuddle properly after sexy stuff. You’d be doing me a favor.” He scoffs, rolling his eyes, but he smiles and wraps an arm around your waist, bringing you closer.

“Well, if you insist, how can I say no?”

[hollowed-theory-hall]

Hi

I thought there was a time when jkr said there was a deleted scene where Theo and Draco talked at Malfoy Manor. Even though they weren’t friends, doesn’t this suggest that they had the most equal and respectful relationship compared to other Slytherin dynamics? What are your thoughts on this?

Hello,

Yes, she has mentioned a scene like that and I wish I could read it! Here's what she said:

Malfoy & Nott (Chamber of Secrets/Goblet of Fire) I liked this scene so much I tried to use it twice; unfortunately, it didn't work in either place so I finally laid it to rest in one of the cardboard boxes where I keep all my old drafts, notes, electricity bills and chewing gum wrappers. As in the case of Dean Thomas, I know much more about Theodore Nott than has ever appeared in the books. Raised by a very elderly widower and Death Eater father, Theodore is a clever loner who does not feel the need to join gangs, including Malfoy's. However, in this scene Theodore's father (the same Nott who was badly injured in the closing chapters of 'Order of the Phoenix') goes to visit Lucius Malfoy to discuss Voldemort-related business and we see Draco and Theodore alone in the garden having a talk of their own. I really liked the scene, firstly because it showed the Malfoys' home, and the difference between the place where Draco has grown up and number four, Privet Drive; then because we rarely see Draco talking to anybody he considers a real equal, and he is forced to see Theodore as such, because Theodore is just as pure-blooded as he is, and somewhat cleverer. Together these two Death Eaters' sons discuss Dumbledore's regime at Hogwarts and Harry Potter, with all sorts of stories that the Death Eaters tell about how this baby boy survived the Dark Lord's attack.

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She outlines pretty clearly that they aren't friends. The dynamic she describes actually sounds like they don't like each other and are forced to interact because of their fathers.

I honestly love everything about Theo she said in this above passage and really fits how I portray him and his dynamic with Draco pre-fic. A Matter of Chance's situation kinda changed Theo's character trajectory and therefore his dynamic with the other Slytherins, including Draco.

This scene paints them as equal in social standing (more or less) since they are both pure-blooded enough to be in the pure-blood dictionary (written by Theo's grandpa) and the Notts are probably rich enough that Draco can't posture with his money to Theo. But she also refers to Theo as "cleverer" (which is how I write him) which implies Draco feels a little inferior to Theo, and he is "forced" to treat Theo as an equal. He doesn't like that or Theo. And I think Theo dislikes Draco and talking to him just as much (or more), considering he prefers to be a loner rather than befriend Draco.

(Also I love how she says Draco and Theo talk about Harry in that scene. I really wish I could read it)

(Also also her stuff about ghost plots, scenes, and characters that just don't work makes so much more sense to me after writing and publishing my own novel. I love how it turned out and I'm really proud of Iridescent the way it is, but I had a lot of ideas and whole characters and subplots that got scrapped because they didn't work. There were scenes I loved that were left on the cutting room floor because they didn't fit and made the story and pacing overall worse. Though some of these scenes and one of the cut characters would make an appearance in the sequel if I get my way. It's a really interesting process, honestly, and I find it doesn't happen with fic the same way since the process of writing an original novel and writing a fanfic are a little different in that regard)

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The Weekend Getaway.

Part 1 here.

I slowly opened my eyes, I felt Jake's warm body wrapped around mine, his arms holding me close. The memories of our time together flooded my mind, and I couldn't help but smile. We had been building up to this moment for a while now, and I was excited to see where things would go.

As I lay in bed, I felt Jake's warm body wrapped around mine, his arms holding me close as he spooned me. His hands began to wander, touching my skin, caressing my curves. I felt a shiver run down my spine as his lips brushed against my neck, sending sparks of desire through my body.

I turned over, my eyes meeting Jake's, and my hand reached out to touch his chest. As soon as my skin made contact with his, his mouth was on mine, his lips crashing down on me in a passionate kiss. His hand was on my face, deepening the kiss, his fingers tracing the curve of my jaw.

Our bodies began to move together, our rhythm primal and intense. Jake's hands were everywhere, touching me, caressing me, holding me close. His mouth was on mine, our tongues entwined as we kissed, our breathing ragged. I felt myself getting lost in the sensation, my mind spinning with the sheer intensity of it all.

As we kissed, I felt Jake's cock growing harder, pressing against my leg. I reached down, my hand wrapping around him, and he groaned in response. I began to stroke him, my hand moving up and down his length, and he moaned, his body tensing with pleasure.

Suddenly, I pushed him onto his back, my mouth descending onto his cock. I took him deep, my lips wrapping around him, and he groaned, his hands tangling in my hair. I sucked him hard, my mouth moving up and down his length, and he moaned, his body arching off the bed.

"If you keep doing that, I don't know how much longer I'll last," he gasped, his voice ragged with desire. I smiled, my mouth still wrapped around him, and continued to suck him off. He was getting closer, his body tensing, and I could feel his orgasm building.

Just as he was about to come, I pulled back, my mouth releasing him. He groaned, his body arching off the bed, and I smiled, my eyes meeting his. "I want to feel you inside me," I said, my voice barely above a whisper.

Jake's eyes flashed with desire, and he pulled me onto him, his cock pressing against my entrance. I felt a surge of excitement as he pushed inside me, filling me completely. Our bodies began to move together, our rhythm primal and intense.

As we made love, our bodies seemed to become one, our movements synchronized in a dance of desire. The room around us melted away, leaving only the two of us, lost in the heat of the moment.

Finally, we reached the peak, our bodies shuddering as we came together. Jake's arms held me close, his chest heaving with exertion as we caught our breath. I felt a sense of satisfaction wash over me, a sense of being completely fulfilled.

As we lay there, wrapped in each other's arms, I felt a sense of contentment wash over me. We didn't need to say anything, our bodies had spoken for us. We had given in to our desires, and it had been incredible.

Eventually, we stirred, our bodies slowly untangling as we got out of bed. We dressed in silence, our eyes meeting in a glance that spoke volumes. We knew what had happened, we knew what we had shared, and we didn't need to say a word.

As we left the room, I could feel the weight of our friends' gazes on us. They knew what had happened, they could sense the tension between us. But we just smiled, our faces mirroring each other's as we walked out into the bright sunlight

I started to feel a little shy, and Jake noticed it immediately. He came up to me, a mischievous glint in his eye, and grabbed my face. The friends around us let out a collective "wooo", and I felt my face heat up with embarrassment.

Jake rested his forehead against mine, his eyes locked on mine. "You know how much you mean to me," he whispered, his voice low and husky. I felt a smile spread across my face, and I couldn't help but laugh.

"I think I have an idea," I replied, my voice barely above a whisper. Jake's friends started teasing us, calling out "love birds" and "couple goals". One of them, a guy named Alex, shouted "are we official yet’’

Jake's eyes never left mine, but I could see the amusement dancing in them. "I think that can be arranged," he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. I playfully rolled my eyes, and Jake's grip on my face tightened.

"I'm serious," he said, his voice low and sincere. "You mean everything to me. I'm so glad we're doing this." I felt a surge of emotion at his words, and I knew that I felt the same way.

"I'm glad too," I replied, my voice barely above a whisper. The friends around us started to disperse, still teasing us good-naturedly. But Jake and I just stood there, lost in our own little world.

Finally, Jake pulled back, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "You know, we should probably get some coffee," he said, his voice casual. "I'm buying." I grinned, feeling a sense of excitement and anticipation.

"You're on," I replied, taking his hand in mine. As we walked off, arm in arm, I could hear the friends shouting "awww" and "couple goals" behind us. But I just smiled, feeling happy and content.

Jake leaned in, his voice low and husky. "You know, I think I'm going to like this whole 'being in a relationship' thing," he said, his eyes sparkling with amusement. I grinned, feeling a sense of excitement and anticipation.

"I think I'm going to like it too," I replied, my voice barely above a whisper. And as we walked off into the sunset, hand in hand, I knew that this was just the beginning of our adventure together.

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Persephone - Part I (Bruce Wayne x f!reader)

Hi everyone, I wrote another series that is actually some sort of continuation of this other series "Being in a relationship with Bruce Wayne: a journey". You don't have to have read it to start this one.

In this series, we explore reader's past, in which she happens to be the heir of a secret organisation called the Underworld. I hope you'll enjoy!

Warnings: no proof reading, mentions of violence, of reader being a killer and dangerous, fear of the past, car "accident"

You had wanted to pretend that your past couldn’t define you, that it couldn’t reach you anymore. You had wanted to believe that now your father was dead and your mother in another country, far away from you and Gotham, you were going to be fine. You weren’t a little girl anymore, you were a strong woman, who knew what she wanted.

You were determined to be free.

It had been years and you had avoided quite successfully the people who used to work for your family. You sometimes noticed the symbol of the Underworld tattooed on someone’s arm, so you were careful to stay away from them, just in case, even if no one knew who you were, because they never saw your face and never learnt your real name. For them, you were Korè. For the rest of the world, you were Y/N.

And you were clean. You created your own life. You even went to university and then became a well known journalist in Gotham, before becoming co-CEO of Wayne Enterprises. You even were married to Bruce Wayne. 

Snuggled up into his embrace, you could truly feel like the darkness of your past couldn’t touch you anymore. You were safe by his side, and he kept reminding you of it. Your new family knew that your parents used to be at the head of an organisation of all sorts of crimes. They knew that when you were a child, you had been forced to be part of it. They even knew that Victor Zsasz actually taught you how to use a gun.

Since you left your parents and the organisation you always refused to touch another gun. The Batfamily didn’t know how good you were with one. You were a true snipper and your hands were covered in blood - no one needed to know that. You actually were perfectly happy to pretend that it was all a nightmare, that it didn’t really happen.

Your family didn’t need to know you were a little military genius either. You were made for war. They sometimes wondered about it because no one, not even Bruce, was able to beat you at a simple chess game. You were always knowing the different paths your opponent could take and you were always guessing right and beating everyone in the family. Everyone was truly impressed, and when Bruce, once it was just the two of you, started to ask questions, you always found ways to make him forget about it.

Despite how hard you tried to keep your past away from yourself, sometimes, at night, you couldn’t stop thinking about it.

Sometimes, you missed the darkest part of yourself that you left behind. 

Sometimes, you missed elaborating schemes. 

Sometimes, you missed having dangerous people working for you. 

Sometimes, you missed being what you could have been. 

Sometimes, you wanted to be so much more, but you knew that the price would be too high for you and your family.

Bruce was aware there was a part of you he didn’t know much of when he was watching you leading WE by his side. You were good. You were seeing everything. You were dealing with people with softness and diplomacy, but it was obvious that no one should try and disobey you. The board absolutely loved you and since you agreed to work as co-CEO of WE, the enterprises grew even more powerful. You were taking care of everything that Bruce couldn’t or didn’t have time to care of. You were working very well together and you were trusting each other. You were such a power couple, and the media couldn’t stop gushing about you two.

Your life was perfect, you truly enjoyed yourself.

But the past is always lurking in the shadows, waiting for the right time to jump on you and to make you pay for the bill.

It started when you heard the Batfamily discussing the “Heir of the Underworld”.

At the name alone, you froze for an instant before doing your best to seem calm and collected. When you asked what was going on, they told you that some old organisation called the Underworld was stirring up, even though they didn’t know why. All they heard about was that they were looking for their Heir. Your family was concerned, they were already dealing with the Court of Owls, they didn’t need another secret organisation to resurface. They had no idea who the Heir was and what it even meant. Was the Underworld working like some sort of monarchy? Shouldn’t they try and find this Heir before the Underworld could? They were worried of what would happen when this criminal organisation would get their leader back.

You didn’t say anything, but you knew who the Heir was.

You. 

But you wanted to keep pretending that you were safe from your past. You wanted to believe that the Underworld wouldn’t find you and would deal with whatever was going on without you. Since your parents and yourself always wore masks around your people, you should be fine. 

Your former bodyguards knew you though. As a child, they were the only people you completely trusted, so you weren’t always wearing a mask around them. They promised to you they would always look after you. When you left the Underworld, they told you they would keep their promise, no matter what. At this instant, you hoped the twins would still be loyal enough to you for shutting up.

They indeed were loyal to you, but desperate to get you back as well. 

They tried to talk to you, but you were rarely alone. They tried to find your phone number but it seemed that it was impossible to get it - the security around your family was flawless. They didn’t want to ring at Wayne manor; the Underworld needed to stay a secret. They hated it, but they needed to act a lot more brutal than anticipated.

One night, Alfred was driving you back home from a gala. You had attended to it with your husband, but Batman had been needed so you were now in the black limo without him. You were carelessly chatting with Alfred.

Lately you have seemed a lot more talkative than usual. No one really said anything to you, because they knew it would upset you and you would have quietened down. Truth to be told, they loved to hear the sound of your voice and to get to interact that much with you. And for you, it was a way to forget about the situation, about your past. 

You heard a lot about the Underworld lately, and Bruce even brought back home a gun with the Underworld symbol on it. You knew it was getting closer to you now, and you knew you should have talked about it to your husband - to Batman at least -, but you simply couldn’t.

 It would mean that everything was real. 

It would mean you would have to tell him about your darkest part. 

It would mean you would have to help your family put an end to the Underworld.

And you didn’t want that.

When you had left the organisation, you had asked your father’s right arm to keep paying everyone; you asked him to keep the Underworld alive but on a low rhythm. You even told him to make sure that the Underworld would always have some people among the main institutions of the city. And if someone died, he needed to replace them. You told him you didn’t want to take the throne, but that Gotham might need the Underworld.

On the rare occasions you were facing your past and the choice you made then, you wanted to convince yourself that it was because the Underworld was the sole organisation able to fight off the Court of Owls. The Underworld had a lot of secrets, and on its territory, there was a cure and poison that the Court of Owls wanted, and the Underworld had to prevent them from getting it.

But deep down, you knew that the Underworld was your home and that you also couldn’t fully let it go. You hadn’t wanted to put an end to the Empire your ancestors created because… you needed this option. You had promised yourself to be a good person, and to stay away from the criminal world, but what if, one day, you didn’t have the choice? What if you got attacked? What if you lost everything? What if you needed to find somewhere safe? The Underworld was your exit plan, just in case.

But it seemed that the exit plan now wanted to become your main plan.

As you were chatting with Alfred, a truck suddenly busted from the side and before Alfred or you could react, it violently hit you. You didn’t have time to be afraid, you didn't have to scream.

Everything went dark.

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Part 2

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The New Ninja Arc So Far (Review)

RIght, they do say that third time's the charm! I'm hoping that ONE and Murata are happy with how this falls on the page this time.

I am SKIPPING any summary: we've seen this enough times. Let's go straight to Meta, shall we?

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Hard stop

So, in a Youtube video I can no longer find, some wag called Saitama a guy suffering from Premature Eradication Syndrome. It's pretty accurate -- he doesn't so much have fights as he has encounters that end when he decides to stick his fist out. The suddenness with which fights can end in OPM is something that really got me into the story. While Saitama is the guy who most often does this, it happens elsewhere, like with the unfortunate Sky King.

Rest in pieces. I'm sure you were a tough monster but, unfortunately, you were just in the way.

And alternatively, fights that you think will end quickly don't and turn into horrifying prolonged struggles that sap combatants' very will to live. So it goes!

This is why you see readers who have been raised on the choreography of shonen and action movies flipping out, alternatively ranting about how a certain 'monster' was 'wasted' and decrying fights that go on for longer than expected. Sorry! Life-and-death struggles aren't portrayed here as action pieces. [1]

I'm always down for some Premature Eradication Syndrome. I was personally delighted to see that right as Flashy Flash was about to shiskabob himself some Tenninto, Blast comes in and stops the whole fight, beating down the Tenninto himself when they try attacking him.

Now this is another definition of 'sudden death'.

The beliefs that enslave

With this, I see that the initial idea ONE had of the Tenninto surviving has come back, albeit in a different way. I'll start with another idea that has returned: the question of what freedom is. Initially, we had Flashy sparing them, first to gloat, second to show off his superior understanding of what the true purpose of the Ninja Village had been, and thirdly, out of a sense of pity for them having had their lives stolen. Which amused them greatly, as they saw freedom as lying in serving a master faithfully.

Gosh, that was so CREEPY.

This time around, as we see Flash turning over Sonic's words in his mind and wondering whether the idea of freedom was an illusion, the narration lets us know that despite being free of the Ninja Village, none of the fighting parties had the slightest idea of what freedom actually meant due to how restricted their upbringings had been: it's a much sadder affair, one of ninjas unable to escape the cruel fates they've been shaped to accept. In a way, it shouldn't surprise us that they fight: we've seen that each and every ninja is convinced that he alone is the best and is prepared to die proving that to be the case, no matter how hopeless it is. It's just lucky for Sonic that Saitama is as tolerant as he is strong.

Freedom is a lot more than merely not being in captivity.

A few chapters ago, we'd seen Blast musing on how ninjas seem fated to kill each other in a struggle for power, only to replicate the same cruel conditions that make more ninjas, and have the cycle repeat anew. Looks like he has decided to step in and try to break this particular cycle. Whether he will succeed is something we'll just have to see.

Fame, power, influence. Kill your way to the top and make more minions fit only for death. That appears to be the real ninja way.

I have many more thoughts on cages, but I'll have to leave it here.

Ohhh, it all starts to add up

ONE's simple observations are really freaking obvious, and yet surprisingly frequently overlooked. One of them is that for someone to share information with you, they need two things: first, to know what it is that you want to know, and second, a reason to share it with you. We were initially treated to the hilarious scenario of Genos popping out of Saitama's wall to smack Flash on the head with a cup of hot tea, having eavesdropped on the proceedings next door, and then the slightly cringe scene of him delightedly inviting Blast to come back to consult Saitama whenever he liked. Ah Genos, you are so crazy, like a cybernetic Oscar The Grouch.

Genos is so much like a proud mother sometimes. He thinks it's because he told the HA to call Saitama if they heard from Blast. Let us not disabuse him just yet.

But not so fast...

Blast knows where Sonic's hideout is: he has it bugged. However, some time after Saitama left, Blast came back to Saitama's, apparently in the hopes of finding a lead on where Sonic's current whereabouts might be. He did not see Flashy Flash get a challenge letter, and was in conference with Sicchi when the former left, so has no idea of where the ninja could have gone to even think of following him. Sonic has definitely not sent Blast a challenge letter as he didn't even know that the guy was around.

ONE has been diligent in not creating a plot hole of leaving Sonic possibly aware of Blast's presence.

Genos sure as hell doesn't know where Sonic might be. However, he knows a few things. One: that Saitama has a stash of challenge letters from Sonic. Two: where Saitama would have put those letters. Three: they have a freakish dog that just might be able to pick up Sonic's scent. And, most important of all, four: he really likes that Blast *has* come back to consult Saitama and so wants to help.

All of this is how Blast ends up presenting one of those letters to Overgrown Rover, sweat beading on his face as he thinks what an incredibly stupid idea this is, and how desperate he has to be even to be considering it.

if it's stupid but it works...

And how, despite its stupidity, it works: the monstrous scenting ability of the dog does lead him to the correct place.

...it's not stupid.

So, who's minding the shop?

This time around, Blast has not told Flashy Flash or Saitama anything about That Man; not his real name (Empty Void), not his relationship to him (former partner), and certainly not his strategic importance. It's clear that Void is still extremely important to some plan that Blast and Sicchi have, and that it is primary importance that Void is wrest from 'God's' clutches, no matter what he's done in the past and no matter the cost.

Ah yes, Void, former partner, ex-brother-in-law, serial child abuser, slave trader, assassin, and now avatar of an evil eldrich being. Totally the guy you want to stick your neck out for.

All Saitama knows about this guy is that he was an exceptionally cruel ninja, buying boys and brutalising them into being either killers to be sold onto criminals or turning them into minions to serve an evil entity called 'God'. He knows that Sonic is being menaced by this cruel ninja and a bunch of ne'er-do-wells, and he's gone specifically to save Sonic. [2]

Saitama...actually taking the initiative to reach out to someone out of empathy... well, I did NOT have this in my bingo list.

Currently, he's alone in Sonic's former hideout, where Void is going to be showing up sooner rather than later. And Blast isn't there to intercede.

Hmmm, I don't know about you, but I have a feeling this isn't going to end well for Void or Blast. I have some popcorn I'm dying to pop and munch on as I read the way this goes down.

Asides

[1] That said, when ONE is writing shonen, he knows the formula well and executes it beautifully: the fights Mob gets into and the sprawling battles of Versus are testimony to that.

[2] FUCK, I AM STILL SHOOK!!!! Like even the mightiest mountain is shaped by wind and water, Saitama is slowly changing! And in this case for the better. Wow.

[dotterelly]

Before I go to sleep, a thought for your death family/pissa AUs. Night shift worker Missa and day shift worker Philza. Missa crashes into bed and falls asleep fast when he gets home in the mornings, and Philza is usually busy getting the kids up to take them to school. And then Missa wakes up early to bring the kids home and make them dinner (which they all call breakfast because it's Missa's breakfast) and then he has to go to work before Philza gets home. They used to hire a babysitter for the hour or two before Philza got home (probably tubbo? He was cheap if they threw in joining them for dinner) but once the kids got to around 8 they started to let them look after themselves a bit.