#but when it comes down to it you both just want to keep the other safe more than anything. because maybe you still love each other
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syluss-littlecrow · 3 days ago
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<Caleb x fem!reader>
where both you and Caleb end up doing more than butt heads about his given curfew for you.
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genre/warnings: smut, pwp, mutual pinning, mutual obsession & possession, jealous!Caleb breeding kink, multiple orgasms, a lot of cum..., perverted!MC, friends to lovers?, squirting, unprotected sex, morning sex, pure Caleb brain rot, it gets pretty nasty
a/n: Caleb, Caleb, CALEB XIA YIZHOU 😭😭 the way I've been giggling over Caleb while watching his story and going back to my home screen with Sylus looking at me with his arms crossed.... Anyway, enjoy this Caleb brain rot đŸ„čđŸ©· I'll do one with Caleb's military air force uniform when I can đŸ˜”đŸ«Ą
I JUST SAW THE NEW BANNER DROP IM NOT OK IF ANYONES WONDERING.
w/c: 3.5K
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Effortless. That is what Caleb feels like when his affections come to you. It bubbles and boils over when he thinks he's able to put a lid over it, and it overflows instead. It leaves him so defenseless. Yet, he can't seem to stop. It's the only thing that keeps him going in this hell. 
The only thing he feels is the metallic necklace barely weighing on his chest. It almost feels like you're here with him. 
And if you are, he wants to keep you here with him. Forever.
His eyes slowly open. His eyes focus on the hologram clock hovering at the side. 
You're supposed to be back already. 
Caleb contemplated on driving out to find you since he has your location pinging on his phone.
Since when did you have that many friends in Skyhaven? Why doesn't he know about them?
He checks the messages he's sent you, all unread. 
Caleb has to remind himself to stop clenching his jaw and biting his tongue. 
His stare towards the door grows anxious by the minute. Then he strengthens his resolve and marches towards the door, ready to leave and look for you. 
The second he pulls down the door handle, the jingle of the door unlocking from the outside sounds and the door swings open, making you and Caleb jump when he catches you in his arms from bumping into each other.
“Caleb!” You squeal, flustered at the way you completely ran into him. His warmth is radiating over to your skin. “Are you okay? Where were you gonna go?”
You watch a small pout form on his lips. He truly looks like a puppy when he does that, you can't help but think. 
“Look for you”, he curtly replies, making sure you've regained your balance before he releases your arms.
You straighten your posture, and sheepishly touch the nape of your neck, immediately avoiding his gaze. 
“Ah, right. Well, I got carried away with chatting with my friends and all
” 
Caleb crosses his arms. His pout turns into a frown, and his eyebrows are scrunched. 
Shit. He looks mad.
You inch closer to him, your fingers grazing over his knuckles. 
“I'm sorry, Caleb. Don't be mad okay? I'm home now, safe and sound, in the flesh, aren't I?”
Caleb breathes steadily, keeping his expression the same, but when you take his palm and nuzzle your cheek against it, Caleb feels the anxiety and frustration dissolve. He wants to reprimand you about the curfew, and why he implemented it in the first place. If you’ve stayed missing for a second longer, he would have completely lost it. But the moment his palm nearly touches your lips, it all dissipates, as if it never existed. 
Caleb exhales a sigh of defeat, letting it go just this time, alongside the countless times he did. 
“Go shower. I left the heater on for you.” 
You respond with a cheeky smile that makes something in Caleb’s chest bloom, and he lets you go, watching you disappear into your room. 
Caleb hears a knock on his door. He walks over and opens it, watching you coming into view. 
“Is there something you need, pipsqueak?”
You squeeze through the crack of the partially opened door and occupy his bed. 
“I'm just bored.”
Even though Caleb cocks his eyebrow, he still sprouts his smile, walking over to join you on his bed.
“Not because you're trying to make it up to me for coming back past curfew?”
Shit. 
Your smile playfully drops to a pout. “I got carried away yapping with my friends. You know I didn't mean to
” 
Caleb crosses his arms again.
“I could tell. My messages were all left unread.”
You curl your fingers to your lips when you realise you've been caught.
Caleb seems upset but you still see the softness beneath. 
He sighs. 
“I'm doing this for your own good, pipsqueak. I don't like you getting caught up in this.”
Caleb likes to think that it is that way, but he knows that it's more than just that. 
“As you can tell–” you’re showing off your body–your arms first then your legs, then your abdomen. But what Caleb didn't expect you to do was lift up your shirt slightly, your skin exposed, and have your shorts hike up your thighs, just to prove your point. “Nothing! You can check me for tracking devices too if you want to.” 
Something snaps in him.
“So do you let your friends inspect your body like that?” 
He crawls onto the bed, watching the smile slowly drop from your face. 
Caleb’s fingers trace your bare skin, drawing goosebumps from how ghostly the touches feel. His fingers slide from the top of your knees, and towards your thighs.
“Do you know how worried I was when you didn't answer my messages?”
You’re about to part your lips to respond, but he cuts you off. 
“I was wondering what conversations you were having that you ignored me.” 
“Caleb–”
He’s completely trapped you against the headboard of his bed. He's trapped you with his stare. 
Caleb inches closer, until he's close enough. His eyes glance down to your lips for a split second before his gaze meets yours again. 
Your breath is shaky when he leans in closer. 
Then he turns away. 
What the fuck? 
You watch in disbelief as he pulls away, your breath still caught in your throat from the tension.
Caleb’s signature smile returns and you feel his palm stroke the back of your head. 
“You should go back to bed. It's late.” 
He turns to open his door for you to leave. 
“Maybe I should start coming home later too.” 
He pauses in his steps. 
“I don't think that's a bright idea, pipsqueak.”
You slide off his bed and walk towards his door. 
“Maybe not. But I have brighter ones that consist of escaping your curfew.” 
You’re ready to leave the room with your victory, that is, until the door before you completely shuts. You see his shadow tower over you from behind. 
You turn to face Caleb, your arms are crossed. 
“Didn’t you ask me to go to bed?” 
“Changed my mind. I wanna make sure you're thoroughly inspected.”
You’re facing Caleb, back on his bed again. He starts with your face, but he lets his fingers linger around your lips, brushing across your bottom lip. You turn away, and his fingers catch your chin, forcing you to face Caleb.
“No looking away.”
His eyes are devouring every patch of skin that exists on your body. Even though you're clothed, you feel naked when he has his eyes on you this intensely. His fingertips trace back to your lips and he slides it down painfully slowly–past your chin, down your neck, through your sternum, past your stomach, and stops right above the elastic of your shorts. 
You want to shift, but you realise you can't–your body suddenly feels weighed down to the bed, and that's when you realise Caleb has you held down with his Evol.
The softness in Caleb’s eyes disappears, and something else replaces it. You watch him tug your shorts off you, and all you can do is watch helplessly. 
His kisses tickle from your ankle, and he builds them upwards at an agonising pace, each kiss feeling warmer as he travels up your thigh. 
Your heartbeat only accelerates from there, watching Caleb inch closer and closer to your cunt. Your thighs tense up from the sensitivity, the warmth of his lips spreading over your skin when you feel his tongue come in contact with your skin. 
“That tickles”, your voice is soft, as if the defiance in your tone before never existed.
Caleb’s lips press against your clothed pussy. Despite the fact that you’re trembling slightly, you've completely soaked your panties, and Caleb is more than happy to soak them even more. 
He buries his tongue, wetting the fabric even further. The pleasure draws soft moans, but evidently, it's not enough. 
“Caleb
 Could you lighten your Evol?” You plead. You want to feel him so bad. 
Your body instantly lightens, and you almost think you're gonna fall off the bed. 
Something else holds you down this time, and it's Caleb. 
He tilts your chin up to have your lips meet his, now his kisses melting off the thoughts in your brain. Warmth burns through your skin. It takes you seconds to realise Caleb is lifting your shirt off you.
The clothing article is the next victim tossed somewhere else on the bed. 
You take his cheeks to your palms.
“I really need you now, Caleb.”
The softness returns to his eyes momentarily. 
“Are you sure you're okay with this?”
“I'll hop off right now and head straight to bed if you don't”, you huff. Fuck, the anticipation is just clawing through your insides, begging for Caleb to do something.
He playfully scoffs. 
“We both know you wouldn't.” 
Caleb tugs your panties to the side, and lines himself to your hole.
He thrusts into you in one swift motion, and you feel it all the way in. It knocks your breath out of you. Caleb watches you helplessly gasp for air and adjust to his size. He’s just filled you so full. 
He’s still supporting you so you don't fucking pass out. He feels you scratch all over his back from the pressure but he stays still, at least, until you've adjusted. 
“Shit. You're so fuckin’ warm for me”, he hisses into your neck, trying his best not to thrust into you. You feel so tight for him, he feels so good just staying there.
He stretches you open for him–your pussy fluttering at the feeling of him filling you up. The pressure slowly fades and you quickly adjust to his size.
Your vision blurs when he thrusts into you from below–the sensation so overwhelming that it's making you tear up. 
“So good”, you sigh, struggling to keep your eyes open–almost impossible when his cock is hitting your g-spot over and over again. Sparks burst into your eyelids whenever he hits the spot and it's evident that he knows he’s able to unravel you just like that, so easily. 
“Caleb
”, you moan. Caleb’s still fucking you, feeling the way you're just squeezing him, watching the way your fingers have gone clawing his back to his bedsheets, the way your tits are bouncing from fucking you, the way your eyes practically form hearts when he knows he's hit your sensitive spots.
“Faster, please. You feel so fucking good.”
He knows you shouldn't have said that. You're the only person who can rile him up like this. How the hell are you making him break his resolve when he's supposed to be upset with you?
He leans in, practically hovering over you. His fingers cup your cheek and he forces you to meet his violet eyes. 
In your fucked out haze, you blink, confused when he slows down. He pulls out completely, and you're about to complain until he rolls your soiled panties off your legs, tossing it to somewhere on the bed. 
You gasp when you feel his thumb graze over your wet and throbbing clit. 
“I'm gonna make you wonder what the fuck wrong with your body”, Caleb’s voice reaches your ears. His words sends a shiver down your spine.
“Your little pussy is gonna throb every time you think of me.”
That's all the warning he gives before his arms tower over you, holding your wrists down above your head. 
He fucks you into an orbit and you're practically helpless–forced to take his thrusts over and over. But fuck, it feels so good. It feels like fucking heaven. 
You like how dizzy it makes you feel. You like how he's not stopping, no matter how much tears stream down your face, and how pathetic you sound crying and moaning his name. 
“Fuck! Caleb, it's too much–” you whimper, the strange feeling building up in your stomach. It feels like it's about to snap any second. 
He acknowledges your words, but he doesn't bother slowing down. 
“Didn’t you promise me to be a good girl and take all of it?” 
“Caleb–!”
Your voice sounds so heavenly when you call his name.
The fluids fountains out of you, soaking everything near it's vincity–including the both of you. Your orgasm continues to wash over you and more fluids spray out.
Caleb watches you squirm and jolt while you make a mess all over him. 
He lets go of your wrists, the slight redness forming onto your skin, and his thumb caresses your bottom lip. 
Despite your arms feeling sore from resisting against his hold, you wrap them around his neck, pulling him close to catch his lips. He's taken back for a split second, but he returns the kiss, letting his soft moans drown into your lips while you clench around him.
When you both pull back, it's Caleb’s turn to have his eyes glazed and his cheeks dusted a soft shade of pink. 
“y/n, if you keep doin’ that–fuck”, Caleb groans, his fingers closing into a fist against the sheets. His breath is shaky. The euphoria is threatening to spill over–the fact that you're trapping him in like this with you, just the two of you solely existing together right now–he could get high off this feeling. He doesn't need anything else. 
“I'm so close. Shit.” You watch the bead of sweat trickle down his temple, down to his cheek, to his chin, and then it disappears into the mess the both of you made below. 
Caleb’s voice makes you refocus on him. 
His palm presses against your cheek again, his thumb brushing lightly on the corner of your lips. 
“You're gonna take all of it like a good girl, yeah?” 
You nod, almost too eagerly. Caleb can't help but think that your face after being fucked looks breathtakingly beautiful. It makes him want to hide you further. The world doesn't deserve someone like you. 
He crashes his lips with yours, melting into the kiss while he pumps you full with his thick cum–making sure he has himself seated deep inside so nothing spills out. At least, not until he pulls out.
The high slowly descends, and the both of you are left panting, getting lost in each other’s eyes just for that moment before Caleb slowly pulls out. 
Caleb then reaches for the glass of water perched on his nightstand to offer you. You take a good few sips of water, and hand it back to Caleb, who takes a couple of sips as well. He notices the way your cheeks are still flushed and that you're blinking more. He plants the empty glass onto the nightstand, ready to carry you to wash up and probably change the sheets after.
In a daze, you notice Caleb’s cum seeping out of your hole in small loads. You wet two fingers and slide them to your pussy–and you push the thick fluids back in, your body jolting in pleasure while you're pretty much fingering your pussy with Caleb’s cum.
Caleb swallows hard while he watches you pleasure yourself. He’s about to say something but you cut him off.
“Your cum keeps leaking out”, you point out, giving him the full view of your cum-soaked pussy. You look up at him with an innocent, poison-soaked gaze–your lashes wet and your thighs trembling from each time you feel his cum leak out of you.
“It’d be such a waste–”, you mutter, shivering one more time when your fingers fuck you again, the room only filled with your voice and the wet squelching sounds from your pussy.
“–if it doesn't stay inside.” 
You barely have time to process what happens next. The next thing you knew, Caleb has your hands pinned above your head with one hand, and the other on your cheeks. His legs stop you from closing yours, and you feel his wet thickness hard once more, resting on your pubic bone.
“You know, pipsqueak”, his voice drops an octave lower. His voice is clear, and he makes sure you hear him. “It's okay to just ask for more.” His eyes reflect such a gorgeous shade of wild you've never seen before, and it looks fucking good on him.
No warnings–your cunt is just wet and sopping that Caleb stuffs you to fullness once more–you give up trying to keep your eyelids open, your mind only processing the way he’s fucking so deep into you again and again.
“You know I'll always give it to you.” 
The way his fingers are cupping your cheeks stops you from answering. Well, he doesn't need a verbal response, especially not when you’re clenching him so fucking tight when your orgasm hits you for the
how many times was it now?
You feel stings that slowly dull around your shoulders and chest. The bites Caleb’s given you are as red as the ruby on his apple necklace. 
The night is drowned with sounds and sensations of both you competing to send each other to the heavens. 
What day is it now? 
Caleb blinks his heavy eyelids open. He soaks in the atmosphere around him, and it doesn't take him long to realise that you're lying on his arm.
Thankfully, it's not numb. Your hair tickles his cheeks. 
He notices the light peeking through his curtains. It's probably daytime. 
Caleb presses his lips against the back of your head, while he pulls you closer. He almost jolts when he hears a soft moan coming from you.
For some reason, something feels funny. 
He attempts to shift slightly, and realises the predicament–his dick is still hard as fuck, and he’s still nestled so fucking deep in you. Fuck. Did the both of you fall asleep mid-sex? The feeling bleeds into him again. 
Are you even awake to realise this? 
Caleb bites his inner cheek, the hardness only builds. Shit. Even after all of that, you're still this warm and tight? 
He watches your breathing steadily. 
He hooks your leg over his arm almost too easily, giving himself easier access to fuck you deeper. Your sleepiness is slowly dissipating, overtaken so fucking quick by the burning desire once more.
His thrusts bear slight friction at first, but somehow that only adds to the pleasure–the rawness, the fact that he's left a mess in you and kept that way, and that he gets to do it all over again in the morning. 
“Ca
Caleb..!” You squeal, uselessly fisting the pillows while Caleb rails you from below. 
“So perfectly warm for me, y/n”, his morning voice dousing you. He takes advantage to litter more bites to the back of your neck and shoulders, and spoils you with his strained moans when he reflects the way you whimper whenever he hits your sensitive spots. 
You sheepishly bury your teary face into the pillows, and Caleb pushes himself impossibly deeper, forcing you to face him when you jolt in surprise. His violet eyes are eating you up. You hear his voice ring in your ears.
“Wanna make you cry more like this. You're so pretty when you cry when I'm splittin’ you open like this.” 
More tears stream down your cheeks whenever your g-spot gets abused over and over. Caleb forces you to meet his gaze. His thrusts are slower, but harder. 
“Shit, you're really gonna milk me dry, yeah?” Caleb hisses when he feels you flutter around him. Your cum is mixed with his, and drips down his cock, to his balls. 
Caleb pulls you tighter, deepening the kiss one last time while he breeds you full over and over for nth time since the last night, devouring your whimpers when the words you muttered to him last night comes into memory. You're so dizzy with pleasure, and Caleb has stolen all of your breaths. 
He finally pulls out, his cum endlessly drizzling out of your abused hole, and it almost sets him off again. 
Nonetheless, he forces himself to get out of bed so he can get a towel and clean you up.
Another loving kiss he presses onto your temple.
“I'm gonna get a towel, pipsqueak.” His husky whispers send shivers down your body, and the warmth of his touch lingers on your thighs for a lot longer than you realise.
He leaves the bed for the bathroom. 
You nuzzle into the pillows Caleb was just lying on, drowning yourself with his scent. The wetness that sticks between your legs–you can't tell if it's your fresh arousal or if it's his cum anymore.  
Not that it mattered since steadying your breath when you realised he was still in you when you stirred before him to see what he'd do next, gave you such a big reward. 
And you'd do it all over again. You would say things to get under his skin, just to get a rise out of him, just to keep his attention on you, always. 
You wanted to keep his strained voice when he called your name, the way he looks at you with so much desperation when he breeds you full, in a bottle and store it for your perverted indulgence. 
No one else needs to know that this part of Caleb exists, because he belongs to you. 
The dim light catches your attention underneath the thick sheets. You take the device, unlocking the phone with your fingerprint. 
6 missed calls. 
You swipe them away. You shut off his phone.
He doesn't need to know.
He doesn't need to remember.
At least, not when he's with you. 
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salemrph · 2 days ago
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Sleepy morning with Sylus
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A/N: While I was reading some other posts yesterday, I came across a user asking what it would be like to wake up next to Sylus. My imagination jumped on it right away! I would say this is more of a headcanon than a fanfic. I focused more how he would experience it. Short write, just because I'm working on other stuff.
Character: Sylus & Reader/MC/you
Genre: romantic, fluffy
Word count: 1,430 | Reading Time: 5 min
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Your laughter echoes through his bedroom as you try to break free from his grip, his breath tickling your skin. His arms are wrapped tightly around you, pressing himself against your naked body. You smell incredible, so intoxicatingly good that waking up next to you must be heaven on earth.
You squirm and kick, already in tears from laughing so hard. He can't get enough of that sound, of the way you smile, the way you close your eyes and lean your head back. Your presence is like a flowerbed in full bloom, vibrant and breathtaking. Blooming in its full splendor.
Whenever he can, he admires you. When you sleep, he counts the moles on your body, tracing them with his fingertips. He caresses the scars you've earned as a fierce Hunter, kissing every natural fold of your skin. His touch follows the curve of your back, the delicate shape of your ass, down to your legs. The same legs that always wrap around him in the intensity of passion.
He loves you, more than he could ever show to you. It wouldn't be enough, ever.
"Sylus—"  you gasp between laughs, struggling against him as your muscles start to cramp.
"You have so much energy, kitten" you keep laughing, you are so ticklish this morning. His nose brushes against your neck before he nips at your skin, placing lazy kisses along your shoulder.
You squirm even more, still breathless from laughter. "I will pee myself... Stop!"
He hums against your skin, only tightening his hold. He isn't really awake, he wants to keep sleeping, enjoying the peaceful morning with you. Sylus has worked hard to clear his schedule, to be with you like this. To adapt to your routine, make breakfast, and simply enjoy a normal day at your side.
"Then pee..."  he teases. 
"Gross! Let go." You protest, thoroughly disgusted by his suggestion.
"Not even in dreams, sweetie" he chuckles while still kissing your shoulder.
"Sy..." you whine. That tone, the way you try to get your way putting that face, that tone in your voice. The one that makes his heart melt no matter how much he tries to resist. He growls, reluctant to release you completely. His grip tightening for a moment before he finally exhales and relaxes.
"Go. You have 2 minutes to come back". 
You waste no time jumping out of bed, only to earn a slap on your ass.
"Hey!" You spin around, shooting him a glare. Sylus only smirks.
"I like how it wiggles"
You disappear in the bathroom. Sylus shifts onto his back, crossing both arms behind his head, staring at the ceiling with a rare sense of peace. Yeah
 he could get used to this. No, he wants to get used to this. The wealth he possesses and everything he has done has been nothing more than a way to ensure your safety. The years he spent searching for you taught him that he had to be prepared for anything. Losing you again was not in his plans. And if the day ever comes when you no longer love him, it won’t change a thing. He would still protect you, even from the shadows.
He’s so lost in thought that he doesn’t notice you sneaking back into bed. Carefully, you inch closer, suppressing a grin as you reach out to poke his cheek. But before you can even make contact, his hand shoots out, catching your wrist in a firm grip.
"Feeling playful this morning, my love?"
"Just a bit" you smirk. Sylus laughed.
"What do you want to play?" You tilt your head, pausing deliberately as your eyes drift over his bare chest, trailing down to his toned abs. The sheets rest low on his hips, and the way you’re looking at him doesn’t go unnoticed. He knows that look.
With effortless ease, he shifts, pulling you toward him until you land on top of his body.
His fingers brush a stray strand of hair from your face, his touch lingering. The color of your lips is already beautiful, but he loves it even more when they darken after passionate kisses. His lips part slightly, his gaze locked onto yours, mesmerized by the infinite depth of your shining eyes.
You lean in, pressing tender kisses across his face before finally finding his lips. Your entire body relaxes, melting into him. Savoring the slow movement of your mouth. Heat growing in your body. Between you two. The kiss deepens bit by bit, his tongue tracing your lips, later moving beyond, slipping inside, tasting you. You sigh into him, already lost in the spreading feelings of longing.
His hand has already trapped you. One sitting on your back, the other on your ass, keeping you close. He is getting harder by the second. His need for you is growing. The steady rhythm of his heartbeat beneath your fingertips grounding you in the moment. There is no rush, no urgency. You have the complete morning and day to melt in each other.
When he finally pulls away, just enough to rest his forehead against yours, his breath is warm against your lips. His eyes flutter shut for a moment as he exhales deeply. This is a dream, he thinks. A damn good dream. And he has no intention of waking up.
One hand moves to cup your cheek, his thumb brushing tenderly over your skin. He doesn’t need to speak; everything he feels is in the way he looks at you, in the way he holds you like you’re something precious. You cover his hand with yours, pressing your cheek into his palm. A faint smile tugs at his lips before he kisses you again.
Sylus takes his time, enjoying how your body reacts to him, the quiet gasps, the way your fingers tangle in his hair. His name escapes your lips in a breathless whisper. He watches you with a quiet intensity, taking in the way you melt under his touch. The space between you disappears, lost in the unhurried way he moves. Once more, your worlds merge, your bodies speaking a language only the two of you understand.
That's how you start the morning: with him, with you, with nothing beyond these four walls mattering. Just the warmth of his skin, the rhythm of your hearts, and the love that neither of you needs to put into words.
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mapis-putellas · 2 days ago
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𝑭𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒆/𝑹.đ‘·đ’–đ’•đ’†đ’đ’đ’‚đ’”
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Warnings: Blood. Knives. Gun. Proceed with caution <3
Alexia had always been hard to read. She wasn’t one for unnecessary words, nor did she indulge in showing emotions if she could help it. But even without her saying a word, you could feel the ice between you both. It had been over a week since she started ignoring you, a week of silence so thick it wrapped around your throat like a vice making it hard to breathe.
You didn’t understand what you had done wrong. One day, everything was fine, and the next, Alexia wouldn’t even look at you. She barely acknowledged your presence, refused to share a bed with you, and made it painfully clear that whatever you had done, she wasn’t going to forgive you anytime soon.
And the worst part? The entire team was on her side.
No one had said anything directly, but the change was obvious. Conversations stopped when you entered the room. Looks were exchanged behind your back. Training was tense, filled with empty spaces where laughter used to be. Whatever Alexia had told them -whatever she thought you did- they believed her.
So you stopped trying.
Stopped trying to ask her what was wrong. Stopped trying to get the team to talk to you. Stopped trying to fight for something when it felt like no one wanted you there anymore. You slept on the couch now. Ate alone. Drove to training separately. Existed separately.
And tonight was no different.
You were starving, but the fridge was empty, and the thought of sitting in silence while Alexia occupied the same space made your stomach turn. So you pushed aside your pride and tried, one last time, to reach her.
“Baby,” you called gently, standing in the doorway of your shared bedroom -no, her bedroom now. She was sitting on the edge of the bed, scrolling through her phone, her expression unreadable. “I’m going out to grab something to eat. Do you want to come?”
She didn’t even look up. “No.”
You swallowed down the lump in your throat and nodded. “Okay.”
The air between you was suffocating, but you turned and left without another word.
The night air was crisp as you walked to the nearest convenience store, shoving your hands deep into the pockets of your jacket to keep them warm. The streets were mostly empty, save for the occasional passing car or couple walking hand in hand. You ignored the pang in your chest at the sight.
The store was small, barely occupied except for a family near the back. A mother, father, and two young children, their voices soft and giggly as they picked out snacks. You smiled faintly, watching them for a moment, imagining-
Could that be you and Alexia one day? Would she even want that with you anymore?
Before you could sink further into your thoughts, a loud scream shattered the air. Your body tensed instantly as two men stormed into the store, one wielding a gun, the other a knife.
“Everyone down!” the man with the gun shouted.
The parents instantly shielded their children, dropping to their knees, their faces pale with pure terror. You did the same, your heart hammering against your ribs, every muscle in your body screaming at you to stay still.
The cashier fumbled with the register, hands shaking violently as the man with the knife stepped closer. “Hurry up!”
You forced yourself to breathe. Stay calm. Don’t make any sudden movements.
But then,
“¡Cállate!” the man with the gun snapped, turning on the children as one of them let our a sob. “If you don’t shut up, I’ll-“
The barrel of the gun shifted, pointing directly at the small boy, and you didn’t think. You moved, throwing yourself over the child and shielding him with your body just as the gun went off. The pain was instant, searing through your lower back. You barely had time to react before another shot rang out. Then another. White-hot agony ripped through you as you collapsed with a scream, your body hitting the cold tile floor with a sickening thud.
Screams filled the air. The mother was crying. Someone was pressing their hands to your wounds. The floor beneath you felt wet -warm and wet- your ears ringing as the edges of your vision blurred.
“Stay with us!” the father pleaded, his hands, covered in blood, shaking as he applied pressure to the bullet wounds. “Please, just hold on -help is coming!”
You tried to focus on his face, but everything was slipping. The pain was overwhelming, drowning you with its intensity.
Alexia.
You wanted her.
You wanted her to know-
Your body jerked violently as darkness took you under.
*
Alexia stirred beneath the sheets, her body stretching slightly as she blinked the sleep from her eyes. She turned toward the other side of the bed, the side that had been empty for far too many nights now, and for a brief second, she expected to see you there.
But, as it had been for days, the space remained untouched.
She sighed, rubbing a hand over her face as she sat up. Even though she had been the one to push you away, it still felt
wrong not seeing you first thing in the morning. Normally, she would wake to the sound of you moving about, making coffee, humming whatever song was in your head under your breath. But today, there was nothing.
Maybe you had already left for training.
That thought settled uncomfortably in her chest as she got up, moving through the house. It wasn’t uncommon for you to leave early, but something about the silence felt off. Even when you were distant, even when you weren’t speaking to each other, she could still feel your presence.
But now, the house felt empty.
She pushed the feeling aside, convincing herself she was just imagining things, and got ready for the day. Once she made it to the stadium and changed into her training kit, Alexia made her way out onto the pitch, water bottle in hand. She glanced around, expecting to see you already warming up.
But you weren’t there.
She frowned, jogging over Patri and Mapi. “¿Dónde está?” she asked, her voice tight. “Where is she?”
They exchanged glances, then shrugged.
“No la hemos visto,” Patri said, adjusting the tape on her wrist. “Maybe she skipped?”
Alexia frowned deeper. That wasn’t like you. Even with everything going on, you wouldn’t miss training. It was just last month you’d ended up passing out because you’d insisted on going to training whilst sick, resulting in one very unhappy Alexia having to carry you out to the car because you were adamant on still staying even after the fact. She couldn’t remember the last time you weren’t here.
She tried to focus, to push the unease aside, but it clung to her, sitting heavy in her chest. During the break, she sat on the bench, sipping at her water when she heard murmured voices from a group of teammates gathered around a phone.
“QuĂ© locura
” one of them muttered.
“She was shot three times,” another said, voice tinged with horror.
Alexia’s ears perked up at that. She got up, moving toward them. “¿QuĂ© pasa?”
Irene turned the phone toward her.
The news broadcast showed flashing red and blue lights, a cordoned-off convenience store, and the chaotic aftermath of a robbery clearly gone wrong. The reporter’s voice played over the images.
“A woman in her late twenties was critically injured last night after intervening during a robbery at a local convenience store. Reports indicate she shielded a child from gunfire, sustaining multiple gunshot wounds to her back and shoulder. She was rushed to the hospital in critical condition. Authorities have yet to release the victim’s name
”
Alexia stared at the screen, her stomach twisting. A woman in her late twenties. The timing. The unease that had been gnawing at her since morning suddenly sharpened into something much worse. No. No, it couldn’t be. Before she could fully process her thoughts, her name was called.
“Alexia.”
She turned sharply. Pere stood nearby, his expression grim, and a cold dread crawled up her spine.
“Ven conmigo,” Pere said softly. “Now.”
Her heartbeat pounded in her ears as she followed him, barely aware of her own movements. Her breath felt tight in her chest, her fingers cold despite the heat of the day.
The second they were alone, she forced out the words. “¿QuĂ© pasĂł?”
Pere hesitated for half a second too long, and Alexia knew. She felt it deep in her bones, the kind of knowing that made her entire body numb before the words were even spoken.
“It’s her,” Pere said quietly. “She was the one who was shot.”
Alexia’s breath left her in a sharp, broken exhale. “No
”
“She’s in surgery now,” he continued. “Critical condition. The doctors-“ He hesitated. “It doesn’t look good, Alexia.”
The world around her blurred. The sounds of training, the laughter, the distant voices of her teammates -everything faded into nothing. She had spent the last week ignoring you, punishing you for something she hadn’t even given you the chance to explain. She had shut you out, made you feel alone, and now-
Now, she might never get the chance to fix it.
“I need to see her,” she choked out.
Pere nodded. “Vamos.”
The drive to the hospital was a blur. Alexia sat in the passenger seat, her hands trembling as she clutched her phone. It took way longer than it should have for it to click that she should probably call your family, fingers shaking as she dialed the number, pressing the phone to her ear.
Your mother answered on the second ring, her voice groggy with sleep. “Hello?”
Alexia opened her mouth, but no words came out. She had no idea how she was supposed to say this.
“Alexia?” your mother asked, now fully awake, sensing something was wrong.
Alexia swallowed hard, gripping the phone tighter. “Lo siento,” she managed, her voice barely a whisper. “She’s hurt. She’s in the hospital. It’s bad.”
A sharp inhale. A muffled, broken sound.
“We’re coming,” your mother said, voice shaking. A single tear escaped Alexia’s eyes ay the sound, trickling slowly down her cheek leaving a tickle in its wake. With a nod, Alexia hung up, her fingers curling into her lap as she squeezed her eyes shut. Your parents lived close to the hospital, so they’d be there before she would. They’d be there, with you, and soon she would be too.
*
The hospital smelled sterile, like disinfectant and something far too clean to be comforting. The fluorescent lights cast a harsh, artificial glow over everything, and the constant beeping of machines was an unrelenting reminder of just how fragile life was. Alexia had never hated a place more.
She barely remembered how she got here, honestly. One moment she was in Pere’s car, her fingers gripping her phone so tightly her knuckles turned white. The next, she was standing in front of the ICU doors, her heart pounding so violently it hurt.
She was terrified to walk in, but knew she’d never forgive herself if she didn’t. And so, she forced her feet to move. Forwards. Just a few steps. When she saw you lying there -so still, so pale, tubes and wires attached to you, the rhythmic beeping of the heart monitor the only proof you were still alive- her knees almost buckled.
Your family was gathered around your bed, just like she suspected. Your mother sat beside you, gripping your hand so tightly her knuckles were white. Your father stood stiffly by the window, his arms crossed over his chest, jaw clenched. Your sister was the first to notice Alexia, her eyes red-rimmed from crying.
“You came,” she said, her voice hoarse.
Alexia couldn’t speak. She could barely nod.
Your mother glanced up, her expression unreadable. For a long moment, she just stared at Alexia before finally standing, giving her a short nod. “She’s in a coma,” she said quietly. “The doctors
they don’t know if she’ll wake up.”
Alexia’s stomach churned violently.
“We heard what you did,” your father said, his voice cold, but not angry. Just
exhausted. “The silent treatment. The way you shut her out.”
Alexia flinched, shame hitting her like a punch to the gut.
“She didn’t cheat on you, Alexia,” your sister said suddenly, and her voice was filled with something so raw it made Alexia’s chest tighten. Alexia’s head snapped up, her throat tight.
Your sister let out a short, humorless laugh. “She was going to propose to you.”
The world tilted.mAlexia’s mouth opened, but no sound came out.
Your sister reached into her bag, pulling out a small velvet box. She walked over to Alexia and pressed it into her shaking hands. “She bought the ring weeks ago. What you heard that day? She was just practicing how to ask you. She just wanted it to be perfect.”
The weight of the box in Alexia’s palm was unbearable. She swallowed hard, her chest caving in on itself. Slowly, she opened the box, and inside, nestled in black velvet, was a ring. A beautiful, simple engagement ring. A ring meant for her. Tears welled in Alexia’s eyes, her vision blurring as she stared at it. She had been so stupid.
So unbelievably, heartbreakingly stupid.
Your mother placed a gentle hand on Alexia’s shoulder, squeezing lightly. “We’ll give you some time with her.”
And just like that, the room emptied, leaving Alexia alone with you. She couldn’t move for a moment. Couldn’t breathe. Then, with shaky steps, she walked over to your bedside, sinking into the chair where your mother had been sitting. Her fingers brushed against your hand, and she almost recoiled at how cold your skin was.
Tears spilled over, rolling down her cheeks. “Mi amor,” she whispered, her voice cracking.
You didn’t move. Didn’t react.
She let out a shaky breath, gripping your fingers between hers, bringing them up to press against her lips. “Lo siento,” she whispered. “Lo siento tanto. Dios, I was so wrong.”
She sniffled, squeezing her eyes shut. “I love you. Te amo. So much. I-“ Her breath hitched. “You were going to ask me to marry you, and I-I didn’t even give you a chance to explain.”
She swallowed the lump in her throat, gripping your hand tighter. “I would have said yes,” she whispered brokenly. “I will say yes. Marry me, mi vida. I want to marry you. I want to spend the rest of my life with you.”
The heart monitor beeped. Then again. A pause. A long, terrible pause, and Alexia’s entire body stiffened. The machines let out a sharp, high-pitched wail. Your body convulsed slightly, and then-
Flatline.
Alexia froze.
No.
No, no, no.
The door burst open, doctors and nurses flooding the room. Alexia was shoved back as they surrounded you, moving with terrifying urgency.
“She’s coding!”
“Starting compressions -one, two, three-“
“Charge the defibrillator!”
Alexia’s entire body shook as she stumbled back against the wall, her heart slamming against her ribs.
“Come back,” she whispered, her voice barely audible. “Please, mi amor. Come back to me.”
The defibrillator whined as it charged.
“Clear!”
Your body jerked with the shock. Nothing.
“Again!”
Alexia gripped the ring box so tightly it left indents in her palm.
“Clear!”
Your body jolted again. Nothing.
Tears streamed down Alexia’s face as she watched, helpless, frozen in place.
“Come back,” she begged. “Please.”
The doctors kept going. Kept trying until

“Time of death?”
And the words shattered through Alexia like a bullet.
“Wait,” she croaked, her vision swimming. “No. No, keep trying. Keep-“
Silence.:A long, deafening silence.
The doctor exhaled sharply, his shoulders heavy with defeat as he glanced up at the clock. “Time of death
11:42 AM.”
And Alexia felt the world collapse beneath her.
**
This isn’t normally the kind of thing I write, so I apologise if it’s not my best work. I hope you
enjoyed? Had fun reading? Idk. Either way, anon, I hope I did your idea justice <3
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woso-dreamzzz · 3 days ago
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Loud II
Mapi LeĂłn x Reader x Ingrid Engen
Summary: You really need to stay quiet
*TW: light sexual content*
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You whine into Mapi's mouth as she kisses you, tongue slipping into your mouth easily as you try to get even closer to her, sat atop her lap and rocking.
"Don't be too loud," Ingrid warns from her sport on the armchair in the corner, a light flush to her cheeks as she watches, chest heaving with pants," Or we'll have unwanted visitors."
You and Mapi don't really listen though.
You're usually good listeners, to Ingrid at least, but your noise levels can never be policed.
Especially if you're unbuttoning Mapi's shirt and gently running your fingers over her bare skin.
She gasps into your mouth, head tipping back to moan when you move to attach your lips to her neck.
"Another hickey?" Ingrid asks from her spot watching you both, legs thrown over the arms of the seat casually like she's watching her favourite show.
She probably is.
"Make sure to really mark her up," She continues," So she remembers what's going to happen tonight."
Mapi's hips jerk upwards when you suck at a particularly sensitive part of her neck. Her moans turn more into a whine, high pitched and loud as you bite down with a smug smirk.
"Don't make me come over there and gag you," Ingrid warns, eyes flashing with something deliciously dangerous at the threat.
It wouldn't be the first time she'd threatened to do that. It wouldn't be the first time she'd followed through either.
She'd have to be creative though. She certainly hadn't packed what she usually uses at home for this trip but you'd always enjoyed when Ingrid got a bit creative.
Especially when you could watch her get creative with Mapi, who threads her fingers through your hair to keep you at that sensitive spot.
"You...You try to be quiet when you've got an angel sucking at your neck," Mapi pants out, whining when you grind more firmly onto her lap.
"An angel?" You grin against her skin," Clearly, I'm not doing this right if you think I'm an angel." You look into her eyes and wink. "After all, I'm just warming you up for Ingrid."
You go back to sucking on her neck, littering Mapi with hickeys as her head raises to look at Ingrid, completely relaxed and only a little flushed from her seat in the corner watching.
"I-"
She's cut off though by the sharp rapping of knuckles on the door and you both freeze, heads trying to strain around the corner like you suddenly gained x-ray vision to see who could be waiting on the other side.
"Why did you stop?" Ingrid asks, elegantly getting to her feet with a smile.
"We..." You say," There's someone at the door..."
"Yes. That doesn't explain why you stopped."
"But the door-"
"I'll get the door," Ingrid waves a dismissive hand. "And I want you both suitably warmed up for me by the time I'm back." She winks. "You two will just have to be very quiet."
It doesn't sound like a difficult task but the moment Mapi's lips are on yours again, you know both of you are struggling to choke down the moans and whines threatening to spill out.
"Ingrid." It's Alexia's voice that you hear when the door is finally swung open.
"Alexia?" Ingrid replies and you can just tell she'll be wearing that confused face that she's perfected so well just for situations like these. "What is it? I thought we were done for the day. Have we missed a meeting?"
"No," Alexia says," No, nothing like that. Listen, I have no issues if you're going to let Mapi and y/n play cards but, please, can you tell them to quieten down?
You clumsily grind down against Mapi and she bites at your lip to force herself not to let a moan slip out.
"I can try," Ingrid lies," But you know how they get when they're playing cards. I can't always keep them quiet."
"So long as you try," Alexia agrees," Even just a tiny bit quieter? The walls are thick so it's not terrible but even just a little less noise will be appreciated."
"I'll make sure they're quieter," Ingrid promises, drumming her fingers on the door just as you drag Mapi into another heated kiss," Is that it?"
"That's it," Alexia says," Thanks."
"No problem."
The minute you hear the door swing shut, Mapi moans into your mouth, hands on your hips trying to guide your grinding exactly where she needs you.
"So," Ingrid says as she crawls onto the bed behind you, hooking her chin over your shoulder and pushing you and Mapi a tad more firmly together," It looks like you two might really get gagged after all."
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covenofagatha · 3 days ago
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A different kind of workout
Based on this brainworm (thank you worm anon)
Or: Agatha gets off to your voice while you're working out
Word count: 2.1k
Warnings: g!p Agatha, desperate and horny and pervert Agatha, mentions of squirting, masturbation, daddy kink, light objectification, humping, voyeurism, praise kink
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When you finally get downstairs after a slow morning, Agatha is already sitting in a barstool at the island in the kitchen. She’s absentmindedly watching something on her phone while spooning yogurt out of a container. 
She looks up when you walk in, rakes her eyes over your gray sweatpants and white tank top, and smirks. Agatha is wearing a pair of navy pants and a green flannel, hair in a loose ponytail. “Morning, honey,” she purrs. “Where are you off to looking so delicious?” 
You look down at your typical workout clothes and raise an eyebrow. “I have a private lesson.” Your job at the gym is only part-time, a way to get some extra cash so Agatha doesn’t have to pay for everything, but having to work on the weekend is unusual. 
“Aw, baby, why not just blow it off?” Agatha pouts dramatically, reaching her hand out to wrap around your wrist and pull you to stand between her legs. She puts her arms around your waist and plants open-mouthed kisses on the bare skin of your chest. You let out a muffled moan and close your eyes, losing yourself in the feeling of her lips on you. “Why not blow me instead?”
“Agatha, I—“ 
“Come on, honey,” she says in a low, seductive voice, and goddammit, it almost works. You feel her cock twitch inside her pants against your upper leg. “I’ll cover the cost. I need you to help me workout.” 
You hum and chuckle, wrapping your arms around her neck, sneaking a look at the clock on the stove over her shoulder. “Oh, yeah?” Agatha nods eagerly, hands sliding down to cup your ass and squeezes. “Well, I hate to break it to you, but I do need to get going. Maybe you should stretch a little so you don’t pull anything when I get back.” 
Agatha snorts at your quip, but reluctantly lets you go so you can grab a protein shake from the fridge. “Fine, fine,” she acquiesces. “Have a good session. Call me when you finish.” 
“Sure thing.” You press a kiss to her temple. “Change the sheets, will you?” 
Last night, things got a little messy when Agatha had made you cum with her fingers, and then with her mouth, and then finally slid her cock into your pussy and angled your hips up and fucked you harder than she had in awhile with her hand around your throat and her mouth on your nipple. 
She had pushed your legs even more wide and up and bit your shoulder and you had squirted everywhere after a particularly rough thrust, absolutely soaking yourself, her, and the bed. But you both had been so exhausted after the vigorous sex that she had pulled you to the other side of the bed, the unsoaked side, and you two quickly fell asleep in each other’s arms. 
“Mm, you don’t want to keep them drenched?” Agatha teases and you roll your eyes playfully and fix her with a stern look. “I’ve got it, baby, go get your session done.” 
Trusting her, you leave and drive the short seven minute drive to the gym. Your client is already there, and you lose yourself for the next hour in training him. He gets a personal best on bench press, so when you call Agatha in the locker room after, you’re giddy and you completely forgot what you asked her to do. 
“It was so good!” you exclaim when she asks you how it went. “It took awhile for him to build up to it, so I didn’t get to get my workout in, but it was so worth it. He booked four more sessions with me and gave me a huge tip for getting him to a PR. Apparently he’s been stuck there for a while.” 
There’s a muffled sound on the other side of the phone and you wonder if she’s even listening to you. But then the noise stops. “That’s awesome, baby, you’re such a good trainer. He’s lucky to have you. Although, you better get your workout in. Got to stay strong for me, hm?” 
You huff, certain she’s up to something, and take off your sweaty tank top, leaving you in a sports bra and sweats. “What do you want me to do?” 
“Better drop and give me as many push-ups as you can,” she says and you can practically hear her smirk through the phone. 
Looking at the floor, you wrinkle your nose. There’s no way you’re getting on the dirty locker room floor, so you take a towel out and lay it on the bench. Elevated push-ups will have to do. “Is that all? Need me to count out loud for you?” 
She hums thoughtfully. “How about
how about you say my name? After each one.” 
Biting back a comment about how transparent she’s being, you get into position, your hands gripping the edge of the bench. “Did you change the sheets yet?” you ask, mentally preparing for the push-ups, possibly your least favorite exercise ever. 
“I’m going right now,” she promises. “Better get on with it. Let’s see who can finish faster.” The innuendo goes straight to your cunt and you have to shake the sinking fog out of your mind before you start. 
Down. Up. “Agatha,” you say. 
Down. Up. “Agatha.” 
Down. Up. “Agatha.” 
You can hear a slight rustling from her end and you keep going. After about fifteen, your voice starts to get breathier, her name on your lips more of a whimper now, and she grunts. 
Freezing, you strain your ears in case she makes another noise. She notices your silence and tsks to get you back on track and you do another push-up, this time, moaning, “Agatha,” as sultrily as you can. She sharply inhales before grunting louder and then her line goes quiet. 
Did she — fuck. Your breathing starts to grow heavy and you do another one, saying her name in the same cadence. She fucking muted herself. Your breathy gasps are getting to her so much that she had to mute herself so you wouldn’t know that she’s most likely stroking her cock to your voice. 
Your arms are on fire now, and so is your pussy, but you keep pushing because she might be getting off to it. “I’m getting closer, I don’t know how much longer I can go for,” you groan weakly, the same way you do when she overstimulates you. 
“— oh, fuck, babygirl.” The words suddenly break through the phone, although sounding far away. Agatha must have accidentally unmuted herself. 
This time, you have to stop and you quickly run to wash your hands and then open the camera app. The two of you have a blink camera set up in your bedroom just in case the two of you are ever in the mood to spice things up and record — it also does wonders for when one of you is away for work — but you can tap into it at any point. 
You put the call on speakerphone and click on the video icon and your jaw drops. 
Agatha is holding the wet sheet, so wet you can see the darkened gray fabric through the screen, up to her nose, and she’s taken her cock out of her pants, just holding it. She thrusts into her fist when she takes in the scent of your wetness that still stains the bed and lets out a guttural moan. You can see her phone tossed to the side of the bed. 
Heat rushes through you and you say her name again, whining it in the husky tone that always drives her absolutely wild, and she pitches forward onto the bed, the hand holding her cock catching herself while she keeps the sheet against her nose. 
“Need you so bad, babygirl,” she mumbles. “Need your hand, need your mouth, your tits — fuck, your cunt.” 
You are so thankful that it’s Saturday morning at the gym and rarely anyone comes this early, because you can’t help but slide a hand into your sweatpants and rest it over your underwear. You’re content to just watch and listen right now, but you can feel yourself rapidly getting wetter. 
She lowers her hips onto the bed, trapping her hard, red, leaking cock between the soiled part of the sheet and her stomach, digs her fingers into the side of the bed, and grinds. “Fuck, daddy needs you,” she babbles and you can’t stop the moan that tears itself out of your throat. 
Agatha has never once brought up wanting to be called daddy, and you’ve never thought about it, but hearing her say it right now in this context — your clit pulses and now you can’t stop thinking about calling her anything else. 
You’d say it out loud right now, partly to help her get off but also because it’s got you turned you on beyond words, but your throat is so dry the title won’t form. 
“Such a good girl for daddy, so fucking hot, you feel so good around my cock,” she babbles, humping her hips faster, fingers scrambling for purchase so she can feel more, but then she stops and you almost whine. 
She glances at her phone, as if to make sure you’re still there, and you swallow roughly. “Fuck, Agatha, I can’t take much more,” you whine, all high-pitched, and you watch her furiously grab your pillow, inhale it, and then shove it between her and the bed. 
This time, you can’t resist sliding your underwear over and pressing two fingers against your clit and your whole body jerks. The relief washes over you and you frantically start to rub it when Agatha bunches up the pillow around her cock and grabs the sheet so roughly that it comes right off the bed. 
“Oh, fuck — you’re daddy’s good girl,” she keens and you slide a finger into yourself, letting out a desperate sigh that you’re not even sure she hears. “Need you so bad, need to use you — fuck, you’re daddy’s perfect cocksleeve, my fucking fleshlight, you take me so well, need you so bad
” 
She moves her legs under her so she’s kneeling and can fuck the pillow — your pillow — even harder and you shove another finger into your cunt and curl them, but it’s not enough. Only Agatha’s cock is enough to fill the gaping ache inside you. 
Her nose is buried in the sheet and you wonder if she can even still smell you on it, but it’s clearly working for her because she sobs out a broken, strangled noise and grinds even faster. You match her thrusts with your own fingers, your palm bumping against your clit each time and you sink your teeth down into your bottom lip so you don’t make a sound.
“Daddy needs you, fuck baby, daddy’s gonna cum all over you,” she pants urgently before pushing herself up and grabbing her cock, stroking it madly, pointing it at your pillow, that is now covered in her precum, and pulls the still-damp sheet over it. She grunts and babbles something completely incomprehensible, and then five long strands of cum spurt out of her cock, her hand moving quickly up and down to pump it all out. Agatha groans loudly and continues fucking her hand and that’s it for you — you cum, your warm walls convulsing around your fingers and your clit spasms against your palm.
You manage to stay quiet, but you almost lose composure when Agatha takes in the absolute mess she just made once she takes her hand off of herself and one last load of cum weakly splatters out onto the pillow as she thrusts into nothing. 
“Fuck,” she says softly, chuckling to herself while glancing at the phone, clearly proud of herself and thinking you’re completely in the dark. 
But you’ve now recovered enough from your intense orgasm and you’re back to your usual bratty self. “So much for changing the sheets, daddy,” you muse and take way too much delight in how she stiffens. She grabs her phone and then looks at the camera, but there’s no missing the way her cock twitches. 
“Did you—” She stops like she’s too embarrassed to finish the question and you nod smugly even though she can’t see you. 
“I did. Why don’t you just leave the sheets for now? No point in changing them when we’re just going to ruin them all over again the second I get home. Right, daddy?” 
She whimpers at the name and nods, grinding her already half-hard against nothing. 
You might just need to throw out the sheets after. 
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ledbet · 13 hours ago
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The amazing thing is as soon as you start feeding info to a child this way, it expands their own understanding (logically) of themselves and their behavior and they are able to verbalize better back at you. Meaning, in high emotion moments they can better talk through with you and you can better regulate yourself as a result and help guide them to better choices without losing your fucking shit.
my sons were wrestling last week, for example, and the younger one got bounced off of a beanbag and knocked his head on the floor. He was fine (more than, he wanted to go right back to fighting) but I called time out and rather sternly told my older son that if they choose to play that way against my wishes then he was responsible for preventing that sort of thing, whether it was fair or not. He didn’t like getting scolded on this and started to talk back with some choice words. I asked him what he thought he was doing, talking to me like that. And he paused, and thought about it, and said “when you get really firm with me like that, it makes me not want to be around you.” And, yeah, tough to hear, but dang what an amazing thing to be able to verbalize. This kid is 6, mind you. And it let me better understand what he was feeling, and we were able to talk about it. That he might feel that way, and that’s ok, but it’s still more important to keep them both safe than to let them have fun and like me all the time. That his feelings are ok and so are mine but we still can’t be mean or nasty to each other just because of them. That I have to be firm when they don’t listen and are doing things that might be dangerous. That they’re allowed to take breaks from me and each other. That if I’ve been firm and he doesn’t want to be around me
he doesn’t have to be. He can go to his room and cool down and come back when he’s ready to talk or to play a different way. That’s ok. I do the same thing, sometimes, too.
it really changes the whole family dynamic, and your kids’ dynamic with themselves. Communication. Who would’ve thunk it?
I am exceptionally lucky in that my parents never hit me, grounded me, confiscated my things, banned me from my hobbies or threatened any of these actions to make me behave as a kid. as an adult it has made me realise how very very long a road most people have to traverse before they can take a statement like 'no rule that must be enforced by threat is legitimate' seriously.
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gay-dorito-dust · 1 day ago
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Gentle Jason my beloved, I love you so.
Jason was imposing in so many ways but gentle nonetheless.
You remembered watching him interact with children and find yourself smiling and your heart aching when he’s letting them climb all over him, or try to pull him this way and that way as though he wasn’t built the way that he was.
You loved how he’d play along with them as they grip his calloused hands, smiling softly when they talk his ear off about everything that interests them, showing genuine interest and asking questions just to see the kids smile knowing that an adult actually cared about their thoughts and interests.
You loved how he’d let them know how to get in touch with him if they were ever in trouble, never disclosing what level of trouble because you knew that it didn’t matter as Jason was naturally protective over children and the vulnerable, two specific groups that were often targeted by criminals and crime lords far too often for his liking.
You loved how Jason would stop in his steps to pet and love on the stray, malnourished animals that he comes across on the dirty streets of Gotham, his pockets filled with treats for them as he didn’t care about where they came from when he runs his fingers through their fur. Those strays will only get to experience kindness when it’s given and that’s rarely which only made you love Jason more when you saw just how big his heart is, he cares for those whom he sees himself in the most, and it made a few tears left your eyes as you watched the man you love show love that many had to you he didn’t posses.
Jason was the sweetest, most loving man you’ve ever met, a man with a heart too big for his rib cage and you loved him dearly for how he talks to children in a manner that doesn’t ignore the fact that they were smart in their own way, or how he spoke to animals with warmth and promises of affection as it rained down on the both of you.
You loved how Jason acted gentle towards you as well, how he’d gently guide you to bed when he seen that you’ve been up for far too long, or how he’d take care of you when your ill and would bury you under fluffy blankets; all the while making sure that you were taking your much needed medicine and helping you eat if you couldn’t find the energy to do so yourself.
You loved how his hold on you was strong but gentle at the same time, not in the way where he’s scared to hurt you, but more so in the way where he wanted to reassure himself as well as you that he was here for you and wasn’t going anywhere. He held you against his strong chest as you listened to his beautiful heart beat against your ear and smile, knowing that you were lucky enough to have a man as wonderful and as kind as Jason.
You just loved Jason Todd and you always would if he was this gentle and genuine all the time, your sweet angel who made himself look terrifying to keep others safe for their own sake rather then his own.
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listen, now that everything is said and done i'm going to say something i've been thinking but not outright saying for the past nearly four years. frankly, imogen and laudna's relationship is a pale shadow of caleb and veth's and if you really sit and think about it, it's outright embarrassing for the former party. it's like if you saw a beautiful piece of art and tried to emulate it and then the only thing you managed to jot down that was the same was the basic shape and you never added any color when the color was the most important part. imogen and laudna's relationship is formed out of almost the exact same origins (troubled mage who needs to keep a distance from regular society joins up with monstrous misfit with a traumatic backstory and become each other's most important person while traveling place-to-place because they keep getting into trouble in cities). the difference is, genuinely, how much more colorful and lived in caleb and veth's story feels. they met in a podunk county jail and worked together to break out of the place, stayed together for practical reasons (straight-up survival) and then out of genuine friendship. they were hobos in the woods together. they cuddled on the side of the roads on cold nights together. they were genuinely each other's sole lifeline because they were the type of people no one in the world cared about in a very real, visceral way. they were also con artists, and sam and liam worked together to come up with an entire booklet of different cons they used to survive, which come into play surprisingly often during the campaign (Modern Literature, famously, but also Mother's Love and Money Pot featured).
comparatively, we know next to nothing about what imogen and laudna's lives looked like after leaving gelvaan, and the Incidentâ„ąïž that sent them running in the first place remains amorphous and random no matter how many times the story is told or whatever extra details get added. the people of gelvaan found laudna to be a generically threatening presence (because of her fun-scary appearance and/or kooky-fun-scary behavior) and picked up their torches and pitchforks to run her out of town. imogen heard her thoughts and found them so beautiful she nearly killed two of the townspeople she grew up with the defend her and then they fled into the night together. and that's it. what did they do for two entire years after that? i don't know! neither do you. they don't appear to have struggled for money like caleb and veth did, there's no reference to hard-living, no real reference to what jobs they took to stay afloat, no mention of the practical realities of living as homeless nomads, no mention of towns and cities they'd visited and how those places impacted them. nothing. empty. no color. how did their relationship develop? also don't know! they seem to have slotted together perfectly as friends with no conflict for years before slotting together perfectly as lovers while batting aside all attempts at conflict later. done and dusted, that's the relationship, and people have the gall to call caleb and veth's successor relationship 'soulmatism' when it doesn't hold a candle to what the original offered.
which was, to be clear, endless complexity. i can't tell you how to define it, and i don't think the character's themselves could define it if they tried. sam went into the campaign intending to lean into a familial relationship and quickly realized that wasn't the vibe, course-corrected into veth having a crush on caleb--something sam has said developed fairly early in the campaign.* liam went into the relationship not intending to care about her nearly as much as he ended up doing, then spent the early campaign eps grappling with just how suddenly important she was to him, to the point that, in the face of her potentially dying in episode 20, liam says to sam, "do you want to make my character turn evil already?"** both were surprised at how tightly their characters clung to each other, and developed a deeply caring, highly insular dynamic where they were suspicious of outsiders and desperately guarded each other. with full retrospect, both went into the relationship intending to use each other (caleb for general usefulness/protection and veth, obviously, hoping caleb could change her back one day), then found such deep and tender care that they became each other's worlds. for a time. until nott became veth and veth had a husband and it sent their relationship into a tailspin because no matter how you frame the relationship, caleb clearly felt his feelings for her and the way they behaved together stepped over the line of how one should act with a married woman. after that, he is terrified of the idea that he might not have a place in her life and works so hard to create opportunities to insinuate himself into her present and future (teleportation spells so she can travel home quickly and still return to the group, making room for her family in the tower so she can stay with him, offering to tutor luc in magic to stay in her life, etc). veth gets her body and her life back but fears returning home will be lackluster compared to what she's experienced with the group, starts falling out of love with her husband, and has intense extra-martial feelings for caleb that are canonical. their relationship morphs and changes constantly throughout the campaign, and the one thing about their dynamic that never changes is how deeply and truly they love each other. you want to talk about soulmatism? them being the two party members with fake names who's real names share aspects of each other ("Bren" and "Brenatto") both from small-town dwendalian empire who's lives have been deeply impacted by meddling of the cerberus assembly (veth's in adulthood, caleb's in childhood) and who's deepest traumas are respectively fire and water does the trick for me.
so why is one so popular and the other, particularly as a romantic ship, very much is not? it would be obtuse of me not to immediately point to the fact that imogen and laudna are two pretty, skinny white women who claim to have deliciously little agency in their own stories and provide a blank enough canvas that the relationship can be whatever you want it to be. there's a reason there's so many AU fics for them, after all. caleb and veth on the other hand would center first a relationship between the handsome white fandom-popular sadboi and *checks notes* a self-described ugly, unfeminine goblin with deep neuroses and later a short, fat brown woman who also happens to be a young mother from a small country town. popular fandom, tragically, will almost always turn away from dealing with complexity of the latter for the empty calories of the former regardless of the quality gap between the two. if anything, watching the popularity of imogen and laudna's relationship has cemented my opinion that if veth had been different (either a man or a generically attractive white woman or someone more conventionally pretty just in general), widobrave would have been a massively popular ship, and i think it would have been regardless of veth's marriage. people can forgive a lot to write about their two generically attractive favorites getting together. they're a lot less forgiving for an ugly goblin or a fat, brown young mother, though.
tldr: reject modernity, embrace tradition. ship widobrave
*Talks Machina for C2E88, VOD no longer available, but a paraphrase of the quote can be found here **(2:09:30 on the YouTube VOD).
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| This is an act of pure self indulgence, because this one made me sad.
This was a new thing, fragile and beautiful. These moments had always been awkward before- Kelly wasn’t often at the Tower, but when she was she would give Alex the classic gift for luck and Nia and Brainy would have their little moment and Lena would awkwardly stand there and wish Kara good luck or something before they all ran off to fight the alien or
 whatever.
Now it was Lena’s turn and she was going to savor it. She sauntered up to Kara, enjoying the look of surprise on everyone’s faces as she placed a soft, chaste kiss on her lover’s lips. Kara deepened it, bracketing Lena’s waist with her powerful hands. Standing there in her boots and cape, Kara was like a storybook night, even grinning like a teenager.
“What the hell was that?” Alex blurted.
“You all do it. Can’t I give my girl a good luck kiss?” said Lena.
Alex gaped at her. Nia began to giggle and Brainy nodded slowly, a secret smile on his face.
“How long?” Kelly asked.
“About five years,” said Lena, “it just took a while to figure it out.”
Kara nuzzled her nose into Lena’s hair and a deep rumble buzzed in her chest as she purred in delight.
“Is she purring?!” said Kelly.
“She does that,” Alex sighed. “Come on everybody, cowboy up and let’s get this guy bagged and tagged. I want to be back here for our victory dance in twenty.”
Lena stood next to Kelly and watched them leave.
“Have you ever thought about going with them?” said Kelly. “You’re a billionaire witch, you could probably-“
They were both cut off by the resounding boom behind them, and Lena whirled as a portal opened right in the middle of the Tower.
Lena watched in shock as Kara walked out. Not her Kara, another Kara from another timeline, a sickly, wounded woman with half her face and her arm and leg missing, replaced by sleek blue metal, and a blazing chunk of Kryptonite where her heart should be.
Kelly let out a shocked yelp and danced back, but Lena stepped forward.
“She won’t hurt us,” said Lena.
Then, she saw what Kara was carrying. Who she was carrying.
The Lena in her arms was not a mirror image. She was older, thinner, short hair streaked with gray and a patch over one eye, and she hung limp in Kara’s arms.
“Help her,” Kara rasped in her mechanical growl. “Please, Lena. Don’t let her die.”
“Come on,” Lena said, to Kelly. “You’re a doctor, you can help me.”
“I’m a psychologist, Lena.”
“Fine, you’re smart and you have hands. Kara, bring her to the medbay.”
“You’ll have to show me. We didn’t have one of these in my world.”
Lena nodded and led them down to the level below and directed Kara to lay
 Lena on one of the beds and waved for Kelly to bring her instruments.
“What happened?”
“There was another me there,” said Kara. “She was wrong, broken
 not like me. She took over her world, her Lena died, she kept mine like a pet.”
Lena looked at her.
“The Kryptonite has its uses,” Kara said, coldly.
Lena pressed a hand to her other self’s shoulder, shaking her gently.
“Lena,” said Lena. “Lena, can you hear me?”
“She has a pulse,” said Kelly, “but it’s faint. She’s breathing.”
“The Other,” said Kara. “She said she implanted some kind of device in her chest, triggered it before I
”
The Lena on the table convulsed, foamy spittle spraying from her mouth. It took Lena and Kelly to keep her from bucking off the table as Kara clutched the side of her head and wailed in rasping torment.
“Please don’t let her die, I can’t live without her. Please not now please.”
“She’s not going to die,” said Lena.
At that very moment, Kara -her Kara- walked into the medbay with Alex. As she approached, the protective Kryptonite suit formed and snapped into place around her.
Alex drew her alien pistol and aimed at the Other Kara.
“Get away from them.”
“Alex, no,” Lena shouted, stepping between them.
Her Kara gently pushed Alex’s arm down, sweeping her aim away.
“What happened to you?”
Other Kara rasped, “Lex. Killed me. Metallo protocol. Sent Lena to the phantom zone. Help her.
Alex holstered her weapon and rushed over, gently moving Kelly aside.
“Fuck, she’s not breathing, something is choking her. We need to get a breathing tube in.”
“Lena, do you have your watch?” said Kara. Her Kara.
“Yes.”
“The Fortress. Now.”
Lena nodded and stepped away from the table, activating her portal watch. The portal boomed open and Kara gently shouldered her cyborg doppleganger aside and took the dying Lena in her arms, and rushed through the portal, and Lena followed.
The cold was a shock but Lena didn’t care as the adrenaline roared in her veins.
“Follow me,” Kara said, before blurring away into the Fortress.
Lena ran after her, Alex and Kelly in tow.
“What is this place?” Kara rasped.
“The Fortress of Solitude,” said Lena. “Kara’s cousin built this place with Kryptonian technology from his pod.”
“Cousin?” said the cyborg. “Pos?”
“Don’t you have all this stuff on your Earth?” said Alex.
“No. I was teleported to my Earth, not sent aboard a pod. There was only enough energy for me
 Kal-El was supposed to join me but
”
“He’s here,” said Lena. “In our world, he lived and became a hero like you. He’s the Superman.”
Cyborg Kara stumbled, skidding to a stop as she stared up at the massive statues of Jor-El and his wife, Lara Lor-Van. Clark’s parents.
They finally caught up to Kara, who placed Lena gently in one of the pods and pulled down the canopy. A soft hiss of air was followed by a hollow thrum as the machine came to life.
“She’s in stasis,” said Kara. “I’ll run scans and we can collect samples, find out what’s wrong.”
Cyborg Kara let out a strange, rasping sound, pained and guttural. She was sobbing.
Kara, still protected by her suit, stepped in and put her arms around her counterpart, pulling her into a hug.
“We’re going to save her. I promise.”
“Please. Please just let me speak to her one more time.”
“We’ll do more than that. I promise.”
“Kara,” said Lena. “Let me look at her.”
Kara stepped aside. Lena stepped close to the cyborg, a deep pang of sadness exploding in her chest as the broken woman turned away.
“Don’t look at me.”
“I have to if I’m going to fix you.”
“Fix me?”
“I can replace the Kryptonite as a power source for your cybernetics, repair some of this damage. If you’ll let me.”
She looked at Lena uncertainly. Kara put a hand on her shoulder.
“Your Lena is going to need you, and you don’t deserve this pain. Let us help you.”
“
alright.”
“Alex,” said Kara. “Take the portal back to the tower. Call everyone. I’m going to send a message to Clark on Argo.”
Lena led Cyborg Kara away to another lab and motioned for her to sit down, then began going over her with the benefit of Kryptonian technology.
“My God,” Lena whispered.
The cyborg had to be in constant agony. Her mechanical components had taken damage her flesh would have shrugged off. When she took a blood sample, she found that the very Kryptonite that kept her alive was turning her blood corrosive, and her superhuman healing and a healthy dose of nanites were keeping it in balance, but did nothing to spare her the pain of the radiation.
It was a losing battle. She would eventually rot from the inside.
“I need you to lie down, and to trust me.”
She began by fabricating a new power source. The Kryptonite had never been essential to the Metallo Protocol- the point had been to make the subject deadly to Superman.
Once she had it online and modified to fit into the power plant on Kara’s chest, it was simply a matter of carefully lifting the Kryptonite core out and swapping out the connections. Once she had the wiring done, all she had to do was lock the power supply in place.
Lena sealed the Kryptonite behind a Kryptonian force field, containing its radiation.
Once she did, Cyborg Kara sucked in a sharp, shocked breath.
“It doesn’t hurt,” she whispered, “it doesn’t hurt.”
“I’m not done,” Lena said, gently. “If there’s one thing I know, it’s my own work.”
It took hours. She started on the most painful parts for Kara, carefully repairing and rebuilding joints and connections between her organic and mechanical systems. It really was a wonder. Her counterpart was a genius.
Obviously.
She fixed the speaker in her throat last, making her voice clearer if not perfect.
“Thank you,” Kara murmured. A tear of dark blood flowed down her cheek and her chest shook with relief. “Part of me was afraid I’d die before she wakes.”
“I wouldn’t let that happen.”
“I left her alone, Lena. She was trapped in that awful place and the
 other
 me was a monster. She hurt my Lena.”
“Kara,” said Lena.
“I did something terrible. I had to, she made me. She made me.”
Lena gently dabbed the crimson streak from her cheek. “Hush. It’s okay. It’s over now, you’re safe with us.”
Cyborg Kara swallowed and looked at her, just looked at her, and Lena felt a jolt ripple through her. She looked just like her Kara, looking at her as if she made the sun rise.
“Come on, let’s see where we are with, um, me,” said Lena.
The mood was somber when they walked back into the chamber. Kara no longer needed her Kryptonite resistant suit, so it didn’t activate.
Lena’s counterpart lay in the stasis pod like some futuristic Snow White, eyes closed, frozen. Cyborg Kara pressed her intact hand to the glass.
Kara put her hand on it.
“I won’t give up on her,” Kara promised. “I swear it.”
“I know you won’t,” said the cyborg. “You’re me.”
Alex stormed into the room.
“Okay,” said Alex. “Kara, I called in a favor. Can we move this pod?”
“If we have to,” said Kara. “Why?”
“We’re taking her to Themyscira,” said Alex.
Yes, I will write a third one, and probably publish this on AO3. I can’t let it go, lol.
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"He came to us!"
"Yeah, we let him forage."
"He's a ten foot tall creature of dread shadow and blackest obsidian!"
"Yes, it's hard to keep up with his appetite. Adopted, you know."
"He doesn't even want to eat people! He just feels like you expect it from him! We had to clear a whole football field just so he could weep molten iron about the whole thing! We're calling CPS."
"He...what? But everything we read about his species-"
"Was written by shitty evil wizards looking to raise the poor things to terrorise nearby populations! Did you never listen to him about any of this?"
"W-well, parenting requires a firm hand..."
"You know he never actually ate anyone, right? He's supposed to be around twelve feet at this age. He's been starving because you won't feed him enough."
"He never said-"
"He never felt like he could! He felt ashamed of not living up to your expectations!"
"...I don't understand. We were so sure..."
"Yeah, the tome you read probably had a mild hypnotic effect. That way they're raised cruel no matter who finds one and The Circle can pick them up when they're old enough."
"You couldn't just have told us that??"
"Nope, has a component that triggers if you become aware of it before breaking it. Nasty piece of work. Where did you get it, anyway?"
"...showed up on our doorstep along with the cradle..."
"Yeah, we've heard that one before. Listen, there are support groups and other resources, it's likely to be rough on both of you but you're not the first ones."
"..."
"Just come down here and talk to him, alright? Bring the meatloaf, he says he likes it. You'll be able to figure it out."
"We have your son."
"My condolences. Please try to die quickly, his dinner's almost ready."
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Is It Infidelity?
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Ethan & Mark came up in a generation that wasn’t fond of the idea of them. They combatted adversity to be together through it all after meeting each other in high school. Coming up in a time that wasn’t too kind to gay people, they found solace in one another’s company and through it all fell in love. By that point in time, the world began shifting. Being gay was more common and less frowned upon.
The pair ended up going to college together, getting married, climbing their career ladders, and establishing themselves in their community. Eventually in their early 40s they decided it was time to take the plunge and start a family. They eventually had their little Billy goat and thought this would be the beginning of their next chapter. But as much as they wanted Billy’s new life to be surrounded by love, it presented new challenges that made Ethan & Mark doubt their preparedness and worse
their love for each other.
They got through years of bigotry and hatred, but resentment built between the pair. Eventually they realized they needed to spend time together being more thoughtful and constructive with their communication and began trying to see a couples counselor, but that required help to take care of Billy.
That’s when they met Aaron. A former collegiate football player, Aaron was in pharmacy school trying to pay his way through and looking for relatively long term and stable gigs to allow him a routine to focus on school. Aaron overheard the pair squabbling one time about how to make time to go see the counselor when he had the idea to pitch himself as a potential nanny for Billy.
The two men were taken aback by the strangers act of generosity and they’d be remiss to ignore his archetypical great physique.
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They invited him over for drinks at the house to get to know him better and ensure he wasn’t like a murderer or anything outlandish. His story endeared the couple to him even more and they all hit it off, including Billy. That was nearly 2 years ago now.
Ethan & Mark had seemingly worked on their tension, Aaron enjoyed their family unit. A child aged out of the foster care system, the family became a surrogate one to the future pharmacist. All was seemingly at ease once again and Aaron hoped that even when he finished school, he wouldn’t lose them or maybe he selfishly wanted something else that couldn’t be said aloud. Under the surface multiple things were bubbling.
Mark was not happy in their marriage anymore. He still loved Ethan and his son but he wasn’t sure that was enough to keep the marriage alive. They all had built a friendship with Aaron, so Mark thought he’d be the perfect one to confide in about the emergence of such turmoil in his heart.
Mark told Aaron one day about the fallout of love he was facing as Ethan worked a double at the hospital. The confession was a blindside to Aaron, but not for the reason you may think. Aaron loved them all dearly but he began gaining feelings for Ethan somewhere along the way. Could this be his chance to get the man he thought he wanted? No, surely that would ruin the relationships they’ve all built? Right? Almost like word vomit, Aaron released those inside thoughts aloud.
The silence between the two was deafening. The two stared at each other quietly for a few moments before Mark broke down crying. Aaron began inching closer to console his boss and close friend. As he sat close he began tearing up saying “I wish I could help you more in this moment. I love you guys so much and I love Billy he’s like a kid to me too at this point.”
Mark looked up and told the young man, “I’m so sorry that you’re having these feelings for Ethan and now you’re in the middle of our mess. I wish there would just be an easy way to end the sadness.” As the two wiped their tears, they agreed to not divulge anything to Ethan without the other one’s approval. In their respective homes, they both tossed and turned in bed, distraught over the days discoveries or so they thought. The world had other reasons to keep them tossing and turning. Aiming to add balance to their situation, the world had a solution and needed their souls to accomplish it.
A universal force aimed to add balance, ripping their souls from their bodies and placing them in each others corporal forms. When the switch was done, the two finally fell into sleep.
Mark woke up peacefully with no blaring crying from Billy. He couldn’t remember the last time that happened lately. Trusting muscle memory he made his way to the restroom eyes closed, bumping into a few things he didn’t recognize but also didn’t invest too much thought into. He fumbled into the restroom feeling a bit chilly, odd considering he went to sleep in a long sleeve pj top.
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Oblivious to the situation, Mark’s new physique stood in a doorframe it did many times before unaware of its new operator. As Mark moved to drop his pants to pee, he wrapped his now muscled hand around an unfamiliar thick morning wood. The size difference forced his eyes to finally open as he looked down gasping from the foreign sight below him. Gone was his long sleeve, replaced by mounds and mounds of sexy rippling muscle. Pecs like mountains with sharply pointed nipples. Ridges of cobblestone abs leading towards a v-line that introduced a thick, dark, rod below, insanely larger that the one he’d used for decades.
Instead of beginning to pee, he motioned over to the mirror in the restroom with pants still down. In the reflection there stood a nearly nude Aaron. Instinct took over as his new hand almost began jerking back and forth comfortably on his new thick pole. Speeding up as he involuntarily began moaning then grunting. As his pace picked up he wasn’t used to the sheer force needed to keep this body satisfied and while stacked with muscle the lack of preparedness led to him bracing himself against a nearby wall.
Meanwhile, Marks’ new phone sat buzzing at the bedside of the bed. Across the city, Aaron panicked calling Mark after realizing the new situation he found himself in, literally. He panic called several times in a row unaware the Ethan entered the room behind him. Slipping his hands around Aaron’s waist, Ethan pulled him in. The shocked new inhabitant of his husband’s body turned around shocked at the pull, turning around to figure out what’s happening. As he turned his head, Ethan dominantly went in for a kiss. Unbeknownst to Ethan, Aaron initially panicked and moved to resist the kiss before melting into the moment.
He couldn’t resist. If this was a dream, he might as well live it up. Aaron disregarded who he looked like and played the role he always wanted to be. A doting loving husband. He used context clues and realized Mark wasn’t the most domineering of the two, but used a little initiative to motion to the bed. Ethan pulled him over as the continued to make out, Aaron’s new husband savagely ripped off the boxers he was wearing. Ethan pushed Aaron to bend over on the bed, ass up just like he liked it. It was a side of Ethan that Aaron never saw while babysitting Billy but he was savoring every single moment.
Aaron’s new husband romantically kissed him from behind again before having his head shoved onto the bed. A tongue quickly beginning to then explore his hole before a familiar to the body but foreign to Aaron sensation arrived. Ethan quickly entered before slowly rocking back out. That odd tempo was weird to understand at first before Aaron quickly accepted the pace and went with it.
Across the city, Mark was still enjoying his self-pleasure rodeo grunting and moaning as he pounded his new body’s meat. The vitality of a younger body was something he previously lost along the way of life but was thankful to have once again. This body knew its way in a gym clearly so what would’ve broken a sweat previously was like child’s play now. Stroking back and forth, Mark used his free hand to try and stimulate himself the way he used to, trying to explore his hole. His new body nearly protested itself. Way too tight, never seemingly been explored. A strict dom top? He should’ve known. That discovery almost erotic itself turning Mark on even more.
The universe seemingly playing its hand once again as both men on both sides of the city climaxing at the same time. Both independently relishing their new situations. Both getting what they wanted without the need to sacrifice seemingly anything?
Aaron turned to Ethan doting to him almost pleading with his eyes to go again. While Mark picked up a nearby shirt and made his way to a pre-school workout.
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youngsadlesbian · 3 days ago
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hi! i’ve been reading your works and they are so brilliant! one of ny fav authors in here! đŸ„č
i would like to request popular!wanda x popular!reader wherein they are known to be rivals when it comes to both academics and just, popularity and general. their parents are well-known and everyone assumes they despise eachother, because they feign to be so.
but they’re actually dating eachother. it’s just nice to see everyone worked up about them. and then one day, when wanda hears someone talking bad about reader, she reveals their relationship in the most affectionate way! 😆
thank you!
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HIDDEN IN PLAIN SIGHT
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pairing: wanda maximoff x reader
summary: for years, you and wanda maximoff have been rivals—battling for the top spot in academics, popularity, and everything in between. the entire school believes you despise each other, fueling the most talked-about feud in westview high history. but here’s the twist: you’re actually dating. and it's definitely fun keeping up with this lie.
a/n: thanks for the request and i'm sorry for any mistakes <3
word count: 956
warnings: fluff and kinda enemies to lovers.
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Westview High had two reigning queens.
There was you—a household name, thanks to your influential parents and undeniable charm. Top of the class, president of multiple clubs, effortlessly cool. People either wanted to be you, date you, or just stay out of your way.
And then there was Wanda Maximoff.
Equally brilliant, equally popular, equally untouchable. Her mother was a renowned politician, her father a high-profile businessman. She dominated academics, ruled the social scene, and had a fan club that rivaled yours.
And the two of you?
You hated each other.
Or at least, that’s what everyone thought.
It was a feud so legendary that teachers sighed at the mention of your names. You were always neck and neck—fighting for valedictorian, student government president, even the coveted title of Homecoming Queen.
Students thrived off the drama.
Every eye-roll. Every sarcastic remark. Every competitive smirk in the hallways.
People ate it up.
Little did they know

You were very much in love with Wanda Maximoff.
And had been for a while.
It started a year ago.
An accidental run-in at a party led to an argument that led to
 well
 a heated moment alone in an empty hallway.
One stolen kiss turned into another.
And another.
And suddenly, hating Wanda became loving her.
But the drama of your rivalry was too good to let go.
So, naturally, you both pretended to still hate each other.
It was perfect.
No one suspected a thing.
You’d exchange insults in class but secretly text each other under the table.
You’d have intense debates during school meetings and then make out in Wanda’s car afterward.
You were the ultimate power couple in disguise.
And you loved watching the school lose its mind over your “feud.”
\*/
Everything was going great—until one day, Wanda overheard something she did not like.
You had just walked into the school library, carrying your usual confidence. The rivalry was still going strong, and as per tradition, the minute you stepped inside, people started whispering.
Wanda sat at a table near the back, pretending to study, but her ears perked up when she heard two girls from the cheerleading squad whispering nearby.
"I don’t get why people like her so much," one of them muttered. "She’s so fake."
"Right?" the other scoffed. "Like, she just acts all perfect, but she’s probably super insecure. I bet she just uses her parents’ money to stay relevant."
Wanda’s blood boiled.
Excuse me?
Sure, she and you acted like enemies, but there was a big difference between playful rivalry and people actually talking down on you.
Wanda Maximoff had zero tolerance for anyone disrespecting her girlfriend.
And so, for the first time in a long time, she dropped the act.
"Excuse me," Wanda said, standing up.
The entire library froze.
Because Wanda never started public drama. That was your thing.
The cheerleaders looked startled. "Uh
 hi, Wanda?"
Wanda’s voice was deadly calm. "I just wanted to make sure I heard you correctly."
The girls exchanged a look. "What—?"
"You think Y/N is fake?" Wanda raised an eyebrow. "That she only stays relevant because of her parents?"
You, still by the entrance, had no idea what was happening—until you noticed the way everyone suddenly turned to look at Wanda.
Oh no.
Wanda was doing something.
And that something was not planned.
You started walking toward her. "Wanda—"
She cut you off. "You know what’s funny?" Her voice was loud enough for everyone to hear. "You sit here, talking about Y/N, when you don’t even know her. Do you know how hard she works? How late she stays up studying? How much pressure she’s under?"
The girls gawked at her.
You?
You froze.
Because—
Was she—?
Wanda turned toward you, eyes burning with fury and something else entirely.
Affection.
Possession.
Love.
"You know what?" she continued, stepping toward you. "I’m tired of pretending."
And then—
In front of everyone—
She kissed you.
If you thought the school lost its mind over your rivalry—
This?
This was nuclear.
The library exploded.
People gasped.
Someone screamed.
A freshman fainted.
Your brain short-circuited.
And Wanda?
Wanda looked smug as hell.
She smirked against your lips before pulling back slightly, her voice teasing. "You gonna say something, baby?"
The whole school malfunctioned.
"Baby???"
Your enemies-to-lovers fantasy had just become the biggest scandal in Westview High history.
And honestly?
It was amazing.
\*/
The news spread like wildfire.
By lunchtime, your phones were blowing up.
"Is this a PR stunt???"
"HOW LONG HAS THIS BEEN HAPPENING?"
"ARE WE IN A FANFICTION?"
Even your teachers looked shook.
But the best part?
The absolute best part?
You and Wanda just sat at your usual separate lunch tables—grinning at each other from across the cafeteria.
You took a sip of your drink.
She blew you a kiss.
Someone dropped their tray.
This was so much better than the rivalry.
Because now?
You were the school’s power couple.
And you loved every second of it.
By the end of the week, people adjusted.
The rivalry turned into an iconic romance.
Teachers sighed but secretly rooted for you.
The school paper ran a dramatic headline: "THE GREATEST LOVE STORY EVER TOLD?"
And you?
You walked down the halls hand-in-hand with Wanda Maximoff—owning it.
"You know," Wanda teased one day, leaning against your locker, "we could’ve just told people normally."
You smirked. "Where’s the fun in that?"
She laughed, rolling her eyes. "We are so dramatic."
"That’s why we work, babe."
And with that, you kissed her again—in front of everyone.
Because at the end of the day?
You and Wanda Maximoff weren’t just rivals.
You were legendary.
And now?
You were legendary together.
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hanasnx · 1 day ago
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Hop hop 🐇 hiya :). I like the thought that the first time reader really got a hint of Peter's strength is when he ate her pussy for the first time. He spread her legs and locked em down with his forearms and hands on her waist. For all her squirming and bucking with pleasure his muscles didn't budge a single millimeter, he didn't even notice her trying. It's not like he meant to, he was just losing himself a little, overeager, a pleaser, and that morsel of strength that peaked through was enough to tip her off that he's not normal. She doesn't know he can lift a bus. 🐇 Hop hop
“ SWEET KIWI, YOUR JUICE’S DRIPPIN’ DOWN MY CHIN ” — peter parker.
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MINORS DNI 18+ ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ NOTES: this shit made me bite my fucking finger. eyes rolling into the back of my head type shit. melting in my seat i’m liquid. bcos this is exactly it. WARNINGS: not proofread, barely correct grammar/punctuation bcos i wrote this in a goddamn fevered rush. i’m not usually like this. established relationship. smut via fem receiving oral.
you look at PETER PARKER and you know he’s got a sleeper build, he may be tall and lanky but you’ve seen what he looks like flexed. but there are limits, you’re not kidding yourself here.
so when you finally get over it and let him go down on you, all nestled up into some pillows, real comfy, watching him get your legs undressed, your suspicions are at an all time low. you feel the excited pool into your core, the anticipation making you a little bubbly and nervous. he starts off small, lets you get used to things, tries to gauge your reactions to delicate sensations. he knows he’s prone to overstimulation, last thing he wants to do rn is give you too much too fast. he doesn’t know you that well, so he wants this to be a learning experience for him while you relax.
you sink further into the mattress while he licks at your clit, a fragile and unstable pace, looking up and over the mound of your pussy to gauge your reactions—both in expression and audible. when he starts sucking on it between his silky lips you cry out, throwing your head back instinctually. the way he’s restraining himself is more torture than it is pleasant, and all he’s done so far is kiss on your little clit you feel like a virgin.
your feet pick up, your hand comes to palm the back of his head, get all up in his hair. he hums against you, and your hips buck. toes pointed and back arched, you try to grind his face into your cunt. he takes the hint, and ups the fervor. sweeping his face side to side, he digs in further, and when he dips down to lick the moisture up your slit you can barely take the suspense. your hand draws him in to keep attention on your clit. you don’t want penetration, you need friction. you crave it.
it’s the kind of feeling that has you literally fighting to fuck his face. your entire body is moving as you’re keeping him pinned there and using him to get off.
when your hips start to stutter, and a shudder locks up your spine, peter doesn’t get the gist. you’re close but he’s not done. he starts putting in place some key features while you’re occupied. one arm scoops under your leg, wrapping your thigh with his bicep and the crook of his elbow. the other does the same one after another. his hands, big and warm, rest on your stomach and lace together, locking you in. the weight of them press down on your lower abdomen while he eats you out. all in the name of getting you as close as possible while your body writhes.
you’ve released his hair, jelly-like arms falling to your sides while your hips chase your release. peter’s eyes fall closed while he gets lost in it, taking in the taste of you, taking in what you smell like, what you sound like. it’s the kind of sensory overload he can get carried away with, a symphony of chemicals in his brain whisking him away while you’re left with the exhilarating and torturous reality. your body is screaming. you can’t shut the fuck up either. he’s locked you in while your little hands futilely grab at whatever they can reach to try and make him let up. if you just had a break or a second to breathe then things would be different, but even if peter were conscious he’d know better anyway.
while you’re squirming, you can’t help but feel like there should be more budge. there’s a give that’s missing when you jerk your body. it’s an odd discovery. perfectly flexed muscles don’t move a single millimeter when you try to wiggle your hips out of his grasp. his laced fingers stay intact when you try to ground your feet and pick yourself up. and when you try to crawl out from under him there’s not spare room to slip your thighs under. you’re trapped. and peter’s warm mouth envelopes your pussy with spit sodden lips while his tongue flicks at your clit. the kind of shit that makes you clutch at his wrists and beg, “peter, peter!” bcos you’re about to flood his face.
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covenofagatha · 1 day ago
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Spitroasting with g!p Agatha and g!p Rio
*gasp* who said that đŸ«ą
I'm definitely not thinking about the same thing 👀 anyways...
Two is better than one
Word count: 1.7k
Warnings: g!p Agatha, g!p Rio, spitroasting, daddy Rio, mommy Agatha, threesome, squirting, degradation, praise, light spanking
When Agatha gets home from work, the first thing she hears when she steps into the kitchen is the faint sound of slapping skin and your high-pitched whines and she chuckles to herself. 
Rio was always easier to break than she was, all it took is that doe-eyed look you do so well coupled with a daddy, please, and Rio couldn’t resist. 
So Agatha slowly steps up the stairs, careful to not make a sound lest she alert either of you. She creeps to the doorway and peeks around it, and the fabric of her pants instantly tightens. 
Rio’s got you on your knees and elbows on the bed, one hand wound in your hair, the other gripping your hip tightly, while she quickly thrusts her cock inside you. When she draws out, Agatha can see her length glistening with your wetness. Rio’s face is contorted with pleasure and Agatha wonders how long she’s been fucking you. 
“Tell me how good I’m making you feel,” Rio barks, slapping her hand on your ass and you emit another moan. 
It takes you a moment to respond because of the dizziness in your head. “So fucking good, daddy, your cock is so deep inside me — fuck, daddy, please!” 
“Better hope mommy doesn’t come home and see what a slut you’re being right now,” Rio grunts, pushing you down further into the mattress and you gasp at the new angle. She’s hitting your g-spot with every time and you can feel your orgasm building up. Tension is coiling in your body and you just need a bit more—
“Oh, well mommy is here,” Agatha says, stepping into the room and clapping slowly. “And she certainly does see what a slut you are.” Rio freezes inside you, her cock pulsing. You turn your head to watch Agatha walk over to you while you start to lazily move back and forth on Rio’s cock, who hisses. You’re by the edge of the bed so she comes to stand right in front of you.
“Hi, mommy,” you greet casually amidst the squelching sounds you’re making. If you act like her darling little girl, maybe she won’t punish you too badly. There’s an unspoken rule that you and Rio have to get Agatha’s permission before having sex, and you definitely didn’t today. 
In fact, Agatha told you this morning before she left in no uncertain terms, that you and Rio had to wait until she got home today. 
But then you had gotten horny and it doesn’t take much to convince Rio to fuck you. 
“Hi, sweetheart,” she says, tracing her fingers over your lips before shoving them into your mouth. You gag, eyes rolling to look up at her through your eyelashes, and you don’t miss the flicker of heat in her eyes. “You know I could hear you the second I got home?” 
You try to look embarrassed. “Whoops.” 
Agatha huffs out a laugh and pulls her sticky fingers out before wiping them on your cheeks. “Well, if you want the entire neighborhood to know what a slut you are for us, that’s fine.” She unbuckles her belt from her pants, slides it out, and throws it somewhere across the room. “But, you see, honey, mommy and daddy have a reputation to uphold.” She undoes the button to her pants and drags the zipper down slowly. “So I think I need to shut you up.” 
She pulls out her already-hard cock and you involuntarily clench around Rio. Her nails dig into your hips but you barely even feel it over how drunk you feel. You’ve never had both of them inside you at the same time. 
“Keep going, Rio,” Agatha orders, stroking her cock and watching the way your face changes when Rio starts to thrust back into you roughly. Agatha’s cock gets harder under her hand and your mouth is watering from the thought of tasting her. 
Rio’s cock is longer, but Agatha’s is girthier, so your jaw always hurts more after giving the older woman a blowjob. But the ache is delicious during it, and you can’t even imagine how good it’s going to feel to have Rio this deep inside you while Agatha fucks your mouth. 
Agatha waits until you’re a moaning mess before knocking Rio’s hand that’s holding onto your hair aside, taking its place with her own hand, and dragging her hot cock against your lips. She spreads her precum all over you, getting your cheeks and chin covered as well, before positioning it at your open mouth. 
You look up at her pleadingly and she slaps her cock against your stuck-out tongue a few times, making you moan at the weight. 
And then she pushes in all while Rio is pounding into you hard. 
Agatha starts out with shallow thrusts, just bobbing into your mouth and pulling back, and Rio’s grunts get louder behind you, her pace becoming more erratic. 
When Agatha finally gets her cock all the way down your throat, she pauses for a moment and just revels in the way your mouth feels around her, and you hollow out your cheeks and suck, making her whimper. 
Rio slows down, more than likely to stave off her own orgasm, so you’re being gently rocked forward onto Agatha’s cock. But then Agatha starts to move her hips and Rio matches her, and they’re both using you at the same time and you’ve never felt pleasure this intense before. 
“Look at our little whore, Rio,” Agatha chokes out and you can barely hear her over the wet sounds from your cunt and your gagging. You cough around her cock and it sends spittle pouring down your chin. “Taking both our cocks like the good slut she is. So fucking desperate for us. Oh, fuck—” You rub your tongue against the underside of her cock, where she’s really sensitive, and she pitches forward. 
“Such a good girl for mommy and daddy,” Rio coos before spanking you roughly. You whimper and the vibrations make Agatha’s hand tighten in your hair. Your jaw starts to burn but you try to relax and open a bit wider so Agatha can keep using your mouth. “Are we making you feel good, doll?” 
You babble something but it’s completely unintelligible with Agatha’s cock in your mouth and the fog in your brain, so you settle for nodding your head. Rio pulls your hips up to arch your back even more and you moan loudly, but it’s muffled. Rio is hitting so deep inside you that your toes are curling and your eyes are rolling back into your head. Both of their cocks are throbbing inside you and you know none of you are going to be able to last much longer. 
Your pussy clenches sporadically around Rio’s cock and your throat convulses around Agatha’s, and both of them are grunting with the effort of fucking you. You miss the shared glance between them and then all of a sudden, their thrusts match. They both push in and out of you at the same time and it’s completely overwhelming. 
“So fucking good,” Agatha rasps, both of them speeding up and your eyes gloss over. Tension like you’ve never felt is skating through your body, heat thrumming in your veins, and you feel everything. It’s all heightened — the way Rio’s cock drags against your walls, the way Agatha’s cock twitches against your tongue, you’re hyper-aware of Rio’s nails in your hips and Agatha’s hands both tangled in your hair. “Taking our cocks like a perfect slut. Our perfect slut. So good for mommy and daddy.” 
Rio starts to rut into you, shallowly but still quickly, and it feels like her cock is swelling inside you. “Fuck, doll, daddy’s gonna cum.” 
A thrill runs through you and you clench around her even more, but Agatha tightly says, “Not yet. Wait for me. We’re going to fill her up at the same time.” A loud keen rips itself out of your mouth, clear as day even with Agatha’s rough thrusts. Your throat is raw and your jaw is aching and tears are pouring down your face, mixing with the saliva on your chin, but you’re so fucking close and you need them to cum. Pressure is building up in your stomach in a way that’s never happened before, almost like you have to pee. 
But then they both give you a really hard thrust and the pressure explodes. You let out a sob and then you feel a gush of wetness and instant relief and Rio whimpers. 
“She fucking squirted,” Rio moans in awe, her breathing growing heavier. Agatha makes a pained sound and you know that they’re both so close.
So you suck Agatha’s cock roughly and she swears before stiffening. Rio sees this and drives her hips into you one last time before their warm seed spreads. You fall apart even more as they pump their cum into you, all three of you groaning and grunting. 
Agatha pulls out first and you gasp for breath, the cum that you didn’t swallow leaking out the side of your mouth. She cleans her cock off using your face and then swipes at the trail of cum with a finger and stuffs it back into your mouth. 
Rio stays inside you until she softens, both of you enjoying the feeling of her twitching every now and then when you clench from an aftershock. When her cock slips out of your body, her cum oozes out in globs and you fall onto the bed, absolutely spent and panting. 
The younger woman comes to stand in front of you next to Agatha and you can see how absolutely soaked you got her. There’s another pang of heat inside you when you take in how wet their cocks are. 
Agatha begins to slowly stroke hers and your breath catches in your throat when it slowly starts to harden again. 
“Let’s give her a second to recover,” she says, looking at Rio, “and then we switch. I want to know how her pussy feels after you’ve already cum inside it.” 
You can’t help the moan that escapes you. 
Fuck. 
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i-dared-myself · 3 days ago
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The Bet
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Seungmin x reader x Bang Chan
In which Seungmin has something to prove and no respect
18+ This is the filthiest thing I’ve ever written (Yet, heheh. I have something else sitting in my drafts) so BE WARNED. This contains some mxm so if you’re not comfortable you’re more than welcome to move on
“Weird,” you mutter to yourself as you walk through your front door. Usually you are the last one home, but it seems like the apartment is empty tonight.
“Hello?” you call as you kick your shoes off. “Seungmin? Chan?”
When no response comes, you text them quickly. You’re slightly worried, but it’s not completely unheard of for their jobs to keep them late.
You grab a set of pans and put them on the stove, bringing out ingredients for dinner too. It isn’t your night to cook, but being helpful never hurts.
Your phone dings from where you left it on the counter. You check it to see that Seungmin messaged saying he and Chan are almost home.
You open a bottle of wine, just needing something to relax with. As you pour a glass the door slams open.
“Seungmin?” Your eyebrows knit together in concern as your boyfriend storms right up to you. His fingers curl through your hair and he bends you over the kitchen counter, cheek squishing against the cold marble. “What are you-“
“Shh,” he coos gently. Seungmin presses up against you, body heavy against yours. “I’ll fuck you so good that you can’t walk straight for days after. How does that sound?”
You grope at the counter in shock, hands clenching and unclenching. “Seungmin? What are you- Where’s Chan?”
“Right here, baby,” Chan says as he shuts the door. It clicks behind him before he wanders closer. “Need something? My cock, maybe?”
“What are you both doing?” you demand. “Seungmin! Chan! Explain yourselves!”
“Seungmin and I made a little bet,” Chan tells you as he rolls up his sleeves, exposing the skin of his forearms. “He thinks he can be a better dom than me.”
“And how do I come into this?” You squirm back against Seungmin. “I don’t see how it’s my problem.”
“We’re gonna test it on you.” Seungmin rolls his hips into you experimentally. “So who do you want to fuck you first? Me, or whiny Chan? He’s so tired today I don’t think he’ll even be able to get it up
”
“Watch it!” Chan snaps. “I’ll bend you over my lap, bet or no bet.”
Seungmin snorts and drags you over to the couch. “Who will it be, baby? Me, or old man Bang?”
Chan huffs. “Second strike, Seungmin. There’s still respect that needs to be upheld.”
“You first.” You lean up to kiss Seungmin, wrapping your arms around the back of his neck. He eagerly returns the affection, pressing against you. 
You scoot further down the couch so there’s more room for him. Seungmin takes his place between your legs, throwing a pillow away.
“By the time I’m done with you, it’ll be past the old man’s bedtime.” Seungmin’s eyes glint mischievously as he slips a hand down your pants. His index finger finds your clit and circles it once, then twice before he adds, “I’ll fuck you again for him.”
Chan suddenly grips Seungmin’s hair and rips him away from you. The other man lets out a short cry as he’s tossed to the other side of the couch.
“Chan!” you protest as you reach for Seungmin. “He was about to fuck me!”
“Not anymore.” Chan grins at you, all dimples and joy before he turns to Seungmin, and it fades away. Now he’s angry and sexy, and you want him so bad.
You huff and scoot up further against the arm of the couch. “Well I was promised sex, and I don’t care who does it, as long as someone gives it to me.”
Chan laughs as he fists Seungmin’s hair, dragging him off the couch. He forces his head down to the floor until Seungmin’s cheek is smushed.
“Really?” Chan looks down at him with an eyebrow raised. His eyes glint darkly. “That’s the best you can arch your back?”
Seungmin struggles to lift his head, eventually just spitting out, “Fuck you.”
“Ah, so he’s in one of those moods.” Chan glances over his shoulder at you. “I bet he didn’t even want to dom you. He just wanted to fight me a little bit.”
You nod in agreement, sprawling out on the furniture. “Probably. He always likes his punishments. More so than rewards.”
Chan smiles at you softly, his hand still clasped tightly around Seungmin’s wrists. “Can you go bring me the cuffs, baby? Then I’ll give you what you want.”
You nod and rush off to the drawer that they’re kept in. You pass them to Chan and watch as Seungmin’s hands are restrained behind his back.
“There you go.” Chan pats Seungmin’s cheek condescendingly. “Now you can’t touch yourself either.”
Seungmin pushes himself up to a sitting position, glowering at Chan. His gaze flicks to you before back to him. “Come on! All I did was tease a little!”
Chan hooks his arms under Seungmin’s armpits and drags him to the corner, chuckling when Seungmin tries to bite him. “It’s the lack of respect, Seungmin. If I’m going to let you fuck her-“
“She’s my girlfriend too!” Seungmin protests.
“There have to be rules,” Chan finishes. “Such as respecting me, and no talking back. Now, I’m going to fuck her, and then if you’re lucky and I’m in a good mood, I’ll let you have her.”
Seungmin rolls his eyes defiantly. “You just wanted to go first before it was your bedtime, didn’t you? You could’ve just said, old man.”
Chan smiles and laces his hand together. “Is that right? You really think so?”
Seungmin hums in confirmation. “Yeah. I know that you can’t fuck her good enough.”
Chan’s expression is still light-hearted, which is what scares you the most. He has a lot of patience, but when it’s worn out he snaps hard.
“I’ve changed my mind on what’s happening tonight,” Chan declares. He looks back at you pleasantly. “Undress.”
You cross your arms. “Do I have a say in this?”
Chan turns his gaze to you. “Do you not want us?”
You shift. “Okay fine, I do.”
“Then undress while I take care of him.” Chan points his chin to Seungmin. “We can’t just leave him there to watch. Might as well give him something to struggle with.”
Seungmin’s eyes widen a bit and you can see his throat flex as he swallows. You’re not worried. He knows his signals for if it’s too much and needs to stop.
You hear a bottle cap being uncapped, but don’t pay it much mind. You strip out of your pants and shirt, quickly discarding of your undergarments.
When you turn around, Seungmin is propped up naked over the arm of the couch, Chan behind him. Seungmin’s mouth is parted and you can see his hands trying to grab at something.
You peek around his body to see Chan’s fingers working him open. You reach down to run your fingers through Seungmin’s hair soothingly.
“Is it good?” you ask him. You bend down to kiss his open mouth, smiling when he kisses you back. “Feel full, baby?”
Seungmin tries to respond, but Chan adds another digit and he cuts himself off with a whine. You laugh lightly and peer down at what Chan’s doing.
“Can you do me a favour, baby?” Chan looks up at you through his lashes. “Can you shut him up, please? This isn’t supposed to make him feel good, just to get him ready.”
“Sure.” You plunge two of your fingers into Seungmin’s mouth until they make him gag. 
Chan chuckles. “That just made him clench on me.” He kisses Seungmin’s shoulder. “Did you like that?”
Seungmin nods as best as he can. Drool is pooling in the corners of his mouth around your fingers.
You give an experimental thrust of your fingers between his lips. Seungmin gurgles but lets a moan out. You debate adding a third finger but decide against it, not wanting to push him too hard today.
Chan pulls his hand away and presses a plug into Seungmin. “There you go, baby.”
You remove your fingers and wipe the spit off of them onto Seungmin’s face. “Is it my turn yet?”
“Yes.” Chan flashes you an expression of fond exasperation. He wrenches Seungmin off the armrest and back to the floor. “Give me a second.”
You sigh impatiently and roll your eyes. “I swear it’s been like two hours since I was promised sex. If I don’t get someone’s dick soon I’m leaving.”
“It’s not too late to come over here.” Seungmin’s cheeks are flushed pink along with the tips of his ears. His cock is hard and you know Chan’s going to make him wait a while for any form of release.
“Come here,” Chan calls from the couch. “I’ll let you ride me.”
You hurry over to him, ignoring Seungmin’s indignant cry. You don’t want to end up in the same position as him.
Maybe you do a little, but you also just want something now.
“Aren’t you going to take your clothes off?” you complain once you’re standing in front of Chan.
He tilts your chin up so he can kiss you. “Patience.”
As Chan shuffles out of his clothes, you watch Seungmin. He’s squirming, trying to get friction on his dick. He’s facing you, and you wish you could see the plug spreading him open.
“Baby.” Chan brings your knuckles to his lips and places a soft kiss to them. “Ignore him. If he wanted attention he should’ve respected me.”
You force your gaze away and back to Chan. He’s nude now, and you eagerly straddle his lap.
“Wait,” Chan laughs, “you need prep first.”
“No I don’t,” you protest, “I’m wet. I’m dripping. Please!”
His hands go to your hips and pull you down so you’re straddling his thighs. “Baby, I don’t want to hurt you.”
“What? And I’m fine to hurt?” Seungmin scoffs. “I still have bruises on my ass from when I called you a bitch!”
“I give you plenty of warnings,” Chan gently reminds him. “And you’re not supposed to be talking right now.”
“Please.” You bring Chan’s attention back to you. “Just hurry up already!”
Chan sighs. “Fine. But I’ll stop if you need me to.”
Then he’s guiding his cock to your cunt and very slowly entering you. You throw your head back at the stretch and the feeling of fullness. 
He stops, keeping you in place like that. You glare down at him, unamused.
“Why?” you demand. “I’ve been kept waiting forever!”
“Just relax.” Chan strokes your hair. “We didn’t prep you and I want to make sure you’re okay.”
You grumble, but place your head in the crook of his neck. His chest rumbles with a barely contained laugh when your eyes flutter as he shifts.
“Okay,” you eventually murmur, “I’m ready.”
“Let me know if we need to stop.” Chan adjusts how he’s sitting so you’re have more room to move. A groan rips itself from his throat at your first bounce.
You can feel Seungmin’s eyes on you as you ride Chan. Chan’s hand tighten on your waist, but he lets you control the movements.
One of his hands drops to toy with your clit. The lazy circles it draws makes you squeeze around him, causing him to shudder.
“You close yet?” Chan asks. “Close to cumming around my cock?”
You bite your lip. “Maybe. Just need-“
He rolls his hips upwards to meet you when you sink down on him. Your orgasm washes over you and you let out muffled sounds against Chan’s torso, burying your face against him.
“That’s it,” Chan croons. “So good, not letting Seungmin see your pretty face as you cum.”
You flutter around him at his words, blinking your eyes open to see his face. His eyebrows are pulled together as he continues to thrust into you.
“Gonna make you feel so good,” Chan promises lowly. His eyes are cloudy with lust, focused on your expressions. “Come on, do it again. I know you can.”
His fingers are still working at your clit, sending sparks to reignite the fire at your core. You mouth at his collarbone, preventing any of your moans to reach Seungmin’s ears. 
Then you’re somehow falling over the edge again, so close to your first. Chan pulls out and leaves you to clench around nothing, making you mourn the fullness that just had.
“Seungmin,” Chan calls softly, “why don’t you come over here?”
You notice Chan hadn’t filled you, still hard. You’re confused for a moment before Chan’s manhandling you and your mind goes blank.
You’re dragged to the floor as Seungmin shuffles closer on his knees. Seungmin looks to Chan expectantly, finally behaving.
Chan reaches out to cup Seungmin’s cheek. “You finally get to fuck her now. If you make her cum, you’ll get your release. But if you cum first
” Chan glances to you. “What do you think, baby?”
You swallow thickly as your thighs are forced apart by Chan’s hands. “No sex for a month?”
Chan nods before facing Seungmin again. “You hear that?”
“Yes. I understand.” Seungmin blinks. “I’ve got this.”
“Good.” Chan, seemingly satisfied, lifts Seungmin and lays him atop you. Seungmin’s hands are still restrained behind his back and the plug is still in him. “Go ahead.”
“I- I can’t-“ Seungmin’s hips shift as he tries to find your entrance. He lifts his head to look down at your eyes, cheeks flushed.
“You can’t what?” Chan looms over the two of you. 
“I-“ Seungmin squeezes his eyes shut. “I can’t find her pussy.”
Chan coos. “Oh, is that right? Need my help?”
Seungmin nods, his naked body pressing against yours harder as he tries again to press into you.
“Use your words.” Chan rolls his tongue against the inside of his cheek. 
“Please?” Seungmin begs. “I just- I need- Please!”
“Shh.” Chan’s hands go to Seungmin’s hips and align him with your cunt. “It’s okay.”
Seungmin whines as he enters you. His eyes rolls back as he finally gets stimulation. 
“Are you going to fuck her or not?” Chan settles on the couch, raising an eyebrow. “This is what you wanted, right? Don’t tell me you can’t make her feel good.”
Seungmin’s hips make a desperate thrust into you, but it’s not as smooth as Chan’s. He’s making whiny little sounds as he stutters through the movements.
Your hands go up to his hair, tugging hard. “Seungmin! Do it properly!”
“I’m trying,” he whines, hiding his face against your throat. “I- I’m trying!”
You try to buck your hips up, but his body weight prevents you from doing so. You’re trapped and at his mercy, and he can barely maneuver his body with his hands restrained.
“I don’t think she’s even close,” Chan taunts. He sounds as if he’s taking great joy in this. “Is that all you’re good for? Humping her until you cum?”
Seungmin blinks back frustrated tears. “N-No! I-“ He moans as your walls flutter around him, effectively silencing him.
“Make her cum.” Chan slides off the couch and kneels next to the two of you. “You can do that, can’t you? You made such a fuss about how you were a better dom than me after all.”
Seungmin makes eye contact with you again, mouth falling open. He squeezes his eyes shut, trying to get enough leverage to properly thrust into you. When he opens his eyes, tears bubble out of them.
Chan taps the plug in Seungmin, causing the man to jerk. “Would it help if I fucked you? Would my momentum fuck you into her? Or would it just make you cum immediately?”
“No. I can do this,” Seungmin slurs as Chan tugs at the plug until it’s at his rim, stretching him at to the max. “I- Just let me-“
You have enough and reach down to your clit. “I can’t believe I have to do it myself.”
“Did you hear that?” Chan places his hands on Seungmin’s hips. “I fucked her better.”
Seungmin and you both let out cries as Chan guides Seungmin into you. With your own hand at your clit, and actually having a rhythm with Seungmin’s cock, you can feel yourself getting close.
Seungmin’s hands are clawing for anything to grab at as Chan moves his hips for him. Chan takes pity on him and undoes the cuffs, and Seungmin immediately wraps his arms around you.
You arch up to kiss Seungmin, swallowing his whines. He eagerly returns the affection and allows you to slip your tongue in his mouth.
Then you’re having your third orgasm, moaning. Seungmin is wrenched away from you, his eyes glazed over as his dick spurts onto your pussy.
You shiver at the missing warmth as his body is maneuvered away from you. He’s bent over the couch, clutching at anything he can as the plug is eased from him. He lets out another pathetic whimper as it pops free.
Chan kisses his forehead, cleaning him up fondly. You’re given similar treatment before being tucked in next to Seungmin, watching as Chan goes off to grab some water.
“Doing okay?” you ask Seungmin, running a hand through his hair.
He hums sleepily, eyes fluttering shut. “Yeah. Sorry I couldn’t
”
“It’s okay. I had fun,” you assure him. Chan returns and hands you both glasses of water. “Did you not
?”
Chan clears his throat, looking away. “I did when you two were messing around.”
“Ah.” You nod and sip at your drink. “Well next time you make one of those bets, I want in. I think I could do pretty good.”
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I need anything and everything of jason being Mouses favourite. (The Littlest Wayne AU)
They get a snack/ meal - Jay Jay has to take a bite first before they eat
They have a new toy- Jay Jay has to see and play
I’ll take anything you can think of.
I am obsessed. The AU is amazing
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Say less! I love Jason Todd and so does Flittermouse! By the way the word count is 3100+ lol oops
The Littlest Wayne: Fist Bumps
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"This is stupid."
"Shut up, you're just mad you won't get picked."
Tim kicks Damian in the shin, who retaliates by kicking him back much, much harder in the ankle. Tim cries out, about to start a fight, but one stern look from Alfred settles them both down. They continue to sit beside each other without fuss, and soon everyone is all neatly lined in a row while Hal uses his ring to keep you safely suspended in a bubble, playing with a little rattle.
"Alright," Dick says excitedly, "we're going over the rules one more time! No jingling any shiny objects for Flitty to chase after, no getting out of line to get closer to them, and Bruce, no bare skin! We're gonna have Hal set them down and see who they come to first."
"This isn't gonna go the way you think it's gonna go," Bruce says, endlessly amused. "Please, none of you get your feelings hurt."
"Nobody's gonna start cryin', relax," Jason says, lounging on the floor between Damian and Hal. "Kay, we ready?"
A chorus of agreement follows, and Hal gently lowers you to the floor. They all immediately call your name, or variations of your nickname, waving their hands and patting their laps to get you to come to them. Your eyes widen, startled by the sudden rush of noise, and turn your head to assess everyone across the room.
You lock on to the man you want, the binky in your mouth bopping up and down excitedly, and you start speedily crawling to Jason.
"I KNOW that's fuckin' right!" He yells, scooping you into his arms and gently tossing you in the air a couple inches, then peppering your face with kisses. "I'm the favorite you little freaks. Kiss my ass."
"Okay, whatever, we knew that already," Dick says, "now it's time to see who the second favorite is. Put them down and go away so we can play again."
"Be nice to your brother," Bruce says. Dick flicks Bruce in the ear and he scowls. "Ow. Be nice to me."
"Fine. Gotta know who my competition is for the number one spot in Mousey's heart, even if I'm winning by a landslide." Jason carries you across the room and sets you back down. "You stay for a sec, kay? Pound it." He picks up your chubby arm and makes you give him a fist bump, then walks away from you.
Before they can even start a second round of the game, you're shuffling after him again. Christ, it's adorable.
"It's because they can still see you, Todd," Damian says, scooping you up to put back in starting position. "Duck behind the couch."
Jason rolls his eyes but complies, bending down until he's out of sight. When the rest of the family calls for you again, you shuffle forward like you're going to crawl to Hal, but you veer past him and around to the back of the couch to get to Jason again.
"Oh my god, they've developed object permanence already," Tim says. Jason's triumphant laughter fills the room as he lifts you up to give you more kisses. His endless delight and your happy squealing softens the blow to everyone else's egos.
"This game sucks anyway," Dick mumbles, crossing his arms in defeat. "What idiot even came up with it in the first place..."
--
"You ask."
"Uh, no? You ask? I don't care."
"Yeah but he tolerates your questions. I don't wanna get my jaw blown off."
"Then don't ask, dumbass. It's so easy."
Jason clears his throat, causing the two goons to stiffen up and turn to face him. One of them looks upset that he was caught unaware, and the other looks one wrong move away from pissing himself.
"Hi, boss," they both greet.
"Whatcha talkin' about?" Jason asks, taking a half-step closer. "Cause last I checked, I sent you both over here to do quality control on our newest drug shipment. And I'm not seeing a lot of that gettin' done."
He turns to the more frightened man. If he didn't have his helmet on, he would've sneered at him.
"So what's the hold up? Need me to sew some mouths shut? Hmm? Want me t'cut out your fuckin' tongue? That'll motivate you real fast, I bet."
"We'll get right on it, boss," the other, clearly smarter, henchman states. "We were just. Uh. Wondering why there's... why there's a baby strapped to your chest."
Jason looks down at you. You stare right back at him, making a soft cooing noise around your Red Hood-themed binky, and reach up for his mask. He gently takes your hand instead, feeling your tiny fingers curl around the leather of his gloved pointer. He's smiling sweetly at you, despite no one being able to see it.
"This is M," he says by way of an answer. "Won't be an everyday occurrence — couldn't find another babysitter so I assured the dad I'd keep 'em safe for the night."
He doesn't mention that your dad is also his dad, and that when Jason tried to leave to do his vigilante work, you screamed the house down and would only calm down in his arms, therefore he had no choice. So here you are, strapped to his chest in a onesie padded with kevlar and vital-tracking tech, while your favorite brother carries your diapers and formula around in the same duffel he stashes his guns.
And because you're his favorite, too, he secretly hopes you throw more fits so he gets to hoard you all to himself again. Taking a few minutes to tickle your tummy or gently rock you in his arms stops him from losing his patience and blowing out the brains of several subordinates tonight — which his men clearly catch onto, because they all start telling him how nice it is to see such a cute and perfect and pleasant, life-saving baby hanging around.
Fuck yeah it's nice. S'cause you're the coolest baby ever. Jason gently makes you fist bump him.
--
"AHHH!"
Jason is out of his chair and bolting across the Manor before his brain fully registers your screaming through the baby monitor. There's surprised exclamations and footfalls not far from him as his thunderous steps stir up a commotion, but he doesn't care about that.
There are very few times in his life when he's moved this fast. Large, expansive rooms fly by him in a blur of color. He takes the stairs six at a time. If a door he needs to get through is closed, he's breaking it down with a well-placed hit with his shoulder and moving on.
When he gets to your room, he stops to yank the door open because he doesn't know if you're near it, and darts inside with a sharp shout of your name.
"What's wrong!?" He pants, zeroing in on you immediately. You've rushed into your wardrobe and climbed inside it, red-faced and crying as a crow flaps haphazardly around the bedroom. The shattered glass on the floor gives him the missing context, and he snatches the bird out of the air with more force than necessary while the adrenaline spike is still scrambling his nervous system.
Bruce is the second person to rush into your room just moments after, crouching by your hiding spot with furrowed brows and a soft, slightly winded voice.
"Are you hurt?" He asks. You whimper but shake your head, fat tears rolling down your little cheeks, and lift your hands. Bruce picks you up without hesitation and stands up.
"Jaylad?" He says, still in that gentle tone. "You alright?"
Jason doesn't answer. He's not alright, not really. The rage he'd built up thinking someone was in here hurting you is still burning through his veins, and with no outlet for it, he's struggling a bit.
Bruce doesn't take offense to his lack of response. He just offers you a small, reassuring smile and bounces you a bit in his arms.
"Let's go find Grandpa and snuggle up with some hot chocolate," he murmurs. "Jay-Jay will hang back and make sure your bedroom is safe for you."
"No!" You sob, leaning around your father's broad shoulders to reach for Jason. "Want Jay-Jay!"
"You can spend time with him in a little while, Mouse," Bruce says, starting to carry you out of the room. Your protests get louder and more frantic, pushing against him to no avail.
"Want Jay!" You repeat, sobbing openly. "Jay-Jay! Want, p'ease!! Jay-Jay!"
"Bruce," Jason utters through grit teeth. His father stops, only a few steps down the hallway, and turns back to him. "It's fine. I'll take 'em, you clean up the mess."
"...are you sure?" Bruce frowns, visibly cautious. He looks down at the bird still flapping helplessly as Jason holds it by the neck, firmer than strictly necessary.
Jason takes a step towards the broken window and tosses the crow out. After a second of frantic flapping, it straightens itself out and flies away with panicked sqawking.
He turns to you and holds out his arms. They're only trembling a little bit, but the edges of his vision are still tinged with green. Bruce hesitates to pass you over.
"I've got it," Jason murmurs, "I'm calm enough. Gimme my fuckin' sibling before you piss me off worse, B."
Bruce nods slowly. He brings you back into the room and hands you off to Jason. Your arms circle his neck and cling on tight, and you bury your face in his chest as you cry. It breaks his heart that you had such a bad scare. He can see the half-completed Lego build you were playing with on the floor in front of the window and hopes Bruce can get all the glass shards out between the bricks and carpet.
Jason carries you out of your bedroom and down the corridor to his. He leaves his door cracked open and flicks on lights as he goes, then brings you to the en-suite bathroom.
"Okay, Mousey," he mumbles, trying to set you on the sink's vanity. You clutch him tighter and whimper, and it drives a spear right through his chest. "Kid, I'm not goin' nowhere. Jay-Jay's right here, I just wanna make sure there's no glass on you."
A little more prodding and the compromise of you holding one of his hands gets you to relent. You sit miserably on the counter as your sobs slowly die down, and Jason tediously checks your hair and clothes for any bits of glass that may have landed on you when the crow crashed into the window. The slow, repetitive motions help quiet the last of his anger until he's just tired and concerned for you. He finds a couple tiny pieces, but your skin is unblemished and when he asks if you're hurt, you shake your head, which then calms him entirely.
"Alright, great job," he murmurs. "Come here, we'll go bother Alfie t'give us an icecream sammy before dinner and then cuddle in the main living room. Good plan?"
You sniffle, wiping the last of your tears away. Your cheeks are flushed and puffy. "Yeah, good pwan..."
Jason kisses the top of your head and offers you his fist. You gently bump yours against his, then lift your arms again to be picked back up. He obliges, refusing to put you back down for the rest of the day. When it's time for bed, you don't wanna go back into your room, so he spends the evening reading his current novel with a dim book light while you snooze away on his chest.
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He's livid. Jason's got a hole in his leg and he can't run away from the rival gang leader pointing a gun at his head, and he's fucking livid.
"My first death was way cooler," he mutters. "Got blown up and everything."
"What the fuck are you saying?" The other man scowls. "I never could understand you through that thick-ass helmet."
"I'm saying, if you're gonna go down as the guy that killed the Red Hood, at least make the execution something fuckin' noteworthy," Jason rants, the pain making him bitchier than usual. He waves his hands for emphasis, pointing at the gunman much like a mother scolding her child. "Ohh I shot him and watched his brain splatter everywhere! So has every single marksman ever. I'm worth more than a bullet in an alleyway. The fuck do I look like, Bruce Wayne's folks?"
"Whoa, man," the shooter says, lifting his free hand to scratch the back of his head. "Let me get this straight. You're not mad I'm gonna kill you. You're that mad I'm not gonna kill you...in a cooler way?"
"Excellent listening ears, bucko! Gold star!" Jason coos, clapping. "Immolation, decapitation, tossin' me in an acid pit — fuck me, I'll take a stab wound over a bullet! D'you know how skilled you gotta be to get close enough to stab Red Hood to death!? If not for me, do somethin' that'll raise your own paltry street cred, shit. You're so fucking boring."
The man doesn't get another chance to weigh his options. The darkness of the alleyway pounces on him, sucking him into the void while he shrieks like an animal. Jason slumps against the wall and watches the shapeless darkness warp and twist, the gun abandoned on the ground in the gunman's initial panic. He feels his heart rate slow when you step out after a minute, wearing a thick jacket over your pajamas and a domino mask over your eyes as you hurry towards him. A flash of irritation makes him scowl as he realizes one of the others woke you up for this, when you aren't even a vigilante to begin with. The culprit's gonna get their ass beat as soon as he recovers enough to track them down.
"Okay," you stammer, kneeling next to him on the ground with a first aid kit. "Okay okay okay...Alf — umm, Agent A? I'm here, what do I do?"
"Remain calm, Flittermouse. All will be well," Alfred soothes you over the comms. Jason feels the adrenaline steadily exiting his body now that he's registered that he's safe. Now, it's a fight to stay conscious so you don't freak out even more than you're currently doing. He's so proud of you for coming out here despite the blatant fear.
Your hands shake as you pop the kit open and pull out the field tourniquet. Alfred instructs you on how to set it up, and Jason gently adjusts it when you wrap it a little too close to the bullet wound in his thigh. He grits his teeth as you tighten it, refusing to make a peep, and gives you a quick thumbs up when you tie it off.
"Okay, I stopped the bleeding. Do I bring him home, now?" You ask.
"As long as he has no other injuries, the medical bay is ready for you to transport him back to the cave."
"M'good, Mousey," Jason says, lifting his fist. "Sorry you had to come rescue your cool big bro. S'not your job."
"I was the one who could get here the fastest," you reply. After a moment's hesitation, you bump his fist with your own. "You're gonna be okay."
"M'gonna be okay," he echoes, knowing you need that confirmation. "Saved my life, kid. I'll do all your chores for the next week."
That gets a wet laugh out of you. You hug Jason tight and the shadows of the alley pool underneath your bodies. Jason closes his eyes and hugs you back, a steady anchor in the free-falling sensation entering your darkness gives him.
"My heroics are only worth a week of chores?"
"S'better than the rest get," he says. "They get one chore. Not even a whole day, just one chore."
You bury your face in his shoulder as the void swallows you and him up.
"You're my favorite, too, Jay-Jay," you mumble. Jason smiles as he loses the battle for consciousness.
--
"Good afternoon; welcome to Truce Juice. Would you like a moment with a menu or are you ready to order?"
Jason leans his hip against the counter and takes a menu off the small, laminated stack you've got sitting there, glancing over the options. Behind the helmet, he smiles as he remembers all the late nights you pulled him and your other brothers into the kitchen to taste test these drinks and snacks, desperate to make things that would appeal to many people. He remembers how proud you were to graduate from your culinary courses and the victory cry you let out when you found insurance willing to cover the building.
You smile warmly at him, waiting patiently for him to choose something off the menu for the first time in your brand new business.
"Black coffee," he says, voice warped by the modulator in the helmet, "two sugars."
"What size?" You ask, tapping it into the screen in front of you.
"Large. And a turkey panini, with avocado and pesto."
"Toasted?"
"What other fuckin' way would anybody get a panini?" He muses aloud. To strangers, he would sound angry, but you can tell he's genuinely asking. You just shrug and keep the soft smile on your face.
"You'd be surprised. Your total's on the screen; will that be cash or card?"
Jason reaches a gloved hand down. It glides past the pistol strapped to his thigh, eliciting nervous gasps from bystanders in the cafe, and into the pocket underneath, drawing out a plain, tri-fold wallet. He pulls out two hundred-dollar bills and huffs at you to keep the change, then saunters over to the pick-up counter to wait.
He crosses his arms and watches you scuttle around behind the counter, genuinely happy to make food and drinks for anybody that comes in. So far, you're uninjured and you've been able to stop any rising conflicts in seconds, which he's endlessly thankful for.
When his order is ready, you hand it to him with another bright smile.
"Alright, mister Hood, here you go. Have a great day!"
Jason nods, about to turn away, when he sees you hold your fist out in his periphery.
He grins, heart fit to burst, and bumps it back.
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