#curiosity killed the cat but made me even more interested in trying out and just doing stuff because I love seeing that things interact

[buttercupshands]

didn't notice that isat got so close to 100 hours

[riveroftales]

He might be a little OC and I’m really sorry. It’s my first time writing him (｡╥﹏╥｡)

Constructive criticism to help improve his character is greatly appreciated! (ˊ˘ˋ*)

ғᴇᴍ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

𝘾𝙒! 𝖵𝖾𝗋𝗒 𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒 𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒 𝗌𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝗌𝗎𝗀𝗀𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗏𝖾

Bodyguard!Muzan who only accepted the job because he literally had nothing better to do.

Bodyguard!Muzan who, despite the suit being a little tight, didn’t complain because he looked good.

Bodyguard!Muzan who always did his job perfectly with a scowl on his face.

Bodyguard!Muzan who didn’t care about your status and refused to answer personal questions about himself.

Bodyguard!Muzan who regrettably learned that you were a singer because his curiosity killed the cat, resulting in him being dragged to one of your concerts as a VIP guest for free.

Bodyguard!Muzan who caged you in his arms as he helped you get past an enormous crowd of fans when you simply wanted to use the bathroom.

Bodyguard!Muzan who entered the ladies room with you to guard your stall because of the several incidents you previously had of fans trying to break in.

Bodyguard!Muzan who grunted when you dragged him to a small, local restaurant to treat him as a ‘thank you.’

Bodyguard!Muzan who nibbled on the grilled beef to stay focused at the surroundings despite the meal being one of the best he had.

Bodyguard!Muzan who was beyond pissed when you kept on leaning against him, slurred and mixed words leaving your soft and glossy lips as he carried your drunken state back to your house.

Bodyguard!Muzan who took off your shoes and accessories (even gently removing your makeup) while undressing you and helping you slip in your pyjamas before gently placing you on your bed, tucking you in like a child.

Bodyguard!Muzan who neatly folds your clothes and kept them in your closet, taking his payment by stealing one of your panties and shoving it in his pocket.

Bodyguard!Muzan who takes care of you through your horrible hangover.

Bodyguard!Muzan who slowly starts to enjoy being part of the audience of your concerts.

Bodyguard!Muzan who glares at every pathetic fans who look like they’d cream their pants just by gazing at you when they get their autographs.

Bodyguard!Muzan who instantly comes to your rescue when he sees you getting harassed by a man.

Bodyguard!Muzan who grabs your waist to pull you away from the assaulter and calls him your boyfriend, knowing the man wouldn’t take him seriously if he introduced himself as your bodyguard.

Bodyguard!Muzan who ‘proves’ his point by shoving his tongue in your mouth when he notices the man glaring at you two from a few meters away a few minutes later, tasting your cherry-cola lips.

Bodyguard!Muzan who knew he fucked up when he realised he couldn’t stop kissing you. Your lips were too sweet.

Bodyguard!Muzan who had to pinch himself so he could finally pull away, lying to you saying that other people were staring at you in a way he knew would make you uncomfortable.

Bodyguard!Muzan who started warming up more and more.

Bodyguard!Muzan who you realised had the prettiest smile.

Bodyguard!Muzan who you fell hard for when he saw the fan mail you received and commented on it.

“Tch. Does this bastard know you like bluebells? Also you don’t even like dark chocolate.” He scoffed as he went through your special fan mail with you. His comment made you freeze up slightly.

“Excuse me?” You managed to chuckle out. “Thought you said you weren’t interested in anything related to me when you started working?”

“When I started, you brat.” He flicked your forehead. “You’ve gotten a little more tolerable.”

“Then does this mean we’re on a first-name basis, Muzan?” Your eyes lit up as you leaned on him, your chin on his shoulder as you pouted up at him.

You successfully earn a soft chuckle from him.

“Don’t get your hopes too high up, asshole.” He ruffled your hair. “I’m gonna go get food. You want anything..” he stayed silent for a bit before ruffling your hair again. “..Y/n?”

He saw the fondness in your eyes. “You know my favourite, don’t you?”

He smiled. “Coming right up.”

Bodyguard!Muzan who got yelled at by Daki and Douma multiple times to simply suck it up, be a man, and confess to you before it was too late.

Bodyguard!Muzan who himself couldn’t believe he listened to them when he poured his heart out to you.

Bodyguard!Muzan who got your lips on his as your answer for his confession.

Bodyguard!Muzan who didn’t need to be paid anymore. He continued going to the gym, almost never missing a day to get stronger so he could protect his family. After all, he made to himself he would protect you and your daughter 6 years prior on your wedding night.

[perfctvelvet]

hey :D

can i request something with dua lipa for the sat sleepover? thank u <3

Curiosity Killed the Cat; Dua/Reader

Summary: Dua gets reader to touch herself for her.

Content: PWP, masturbation, voyeurism and exhibition, teasing, dirty talk.

A/N: Trying something new and writing in a different tense 😁

Dua watches your chest rise and fall while you lay next to her. She has that smug smile on her face that would usually make you upset, but when you were in a state like this it just made you feel so small.

"I wanna watch."

Were her words that made you look at her like she was insane. You two have been good friends for quite some time, long enough to have a random discussion about each other's masturbatory habits. It was a fun little conversation until Dua became increasing interested in what you do when you're alone. You laughed it off but then it became a nervous laugh as she got closer. She has called you "awfully cute" before but what was a little harmless fun between friends? Apparently Dua wanted to do more than exchange fun words.

She was able to persuade you that you can only do what you're comfortable doing, but she's too charming to not take your top off for her. You kept the bra on but the bra with pink frills that can barely contain your nipples. Your hands were stuffed in your shorts, rubbing your clit to show your friend how you get yourself off. Usually you're sprawled out in a cluttered bed with either a phone in your hand or the memory of your last hook-up. What you have know to get off on is knowing Dua is right next to you, watching you intently.

"What do you like in bed? Do you like being in charge, or do you like someone to be in charge of you?" Dua's burning curiosity made her want to know everything about your sex life. You weren't paying much attention because of the pleasure. Every word that came out of her mouth was fuzzy.

"I-I," you felt so pathetic not being able to get the words out. Your clit was throbbing under your fingers. When you're by yourself it's easy to get off, but with someone next to you, you found yourself becoming lazy because you wanted Dua to be the one touching you.

Dua laughs at how you can't form any words. Whether she meant it or not, that sounded like a laugh to taunt you. She loves how you react simply to her words and not even her touch.

"Hmm, you're definitely the one who likes to be put in her place. Look how you're letting me just watch you get off. Have you fantasized about me making you cum? I never pegged you for the kind of girl but look at you now."

Dua's voice was like a soft silk that adorned your body. You wanted to look over at her but was scared that you would embarrass yourself. At home you could spend about two hours in a lust-driven haze were you make yourself cum about 3 times. Those were days when you had enough free time to melt away the tension of the busier weeks of your life and just focus on yourself. Right now you probably look like you're touching yourself for the first time because you're so nervous in front of Dua.

As for her question, no, you never thought about your good friend making you cum. This situation however is making you reconsider. If you were to magically open your eyes and see Dua between your legs, that might make your heart explode. You can see it in your head and that makes you rub your clit harder which turns the answer to her question into a yes.

"Oh, good girl," she purrs when she sees how you pick up the speed. Dua has always loved the control, but this shit was fueling her fire.

You feel like you were only seconds away from igniting. Hearing her praise had confirmed for you that her dirty talk was pushing you further to the edge more than your own hand. You wish Dua would help you out by doing something, anything at this point. She could caress your breast or even go as far as get between your legs and slide two fingers into your soaking pussy to really get you to cum hard. But, she was much more enjoying that show and making your do it alone. You whine in desperation at the feelings of pleasure and want. That familiar ache in your thighs signals your orgasm. You cum in your panties, making them a sticky mess that you're glad Dua isn't able to see. But her watching you writhe and arch your back off the bed as you cum is exposing enough. Your legs shake and tears well in your eyes from cumming so hard.

Through your orgasmic high her taunting laugh pierces your ears again. It wasn't until the clouds began to fade that you got shy and tried to hide your face.

"No, no," Dua whispers before grabbing her your chin to make you look at her for the first time since you both started. "You already came in front of me, there's no reason to be shy soon."

Dua moves her face closers to yours, and you think she's going to kiss you but she just smiles.

"I wonder who can make you cum harder. You or me."

[websterss]

CURIOSITY KILLED THE CAT — MICHAEL GUERIN

REQUEST: Ohhhh- him and Liz flirting in his bunker??? Or just him starting his own jewlery business (ik this is big fandom hc) or him going back to school

WARNING(S): fluff

WORD COUNT: 1,559

PAIRING: Michael Guerin x fem!Reader

A/N: I hope you enjoy it! Feedback is always welcomed! I went with the jewelry business

MASTERLIST

Michael had been hunched over the back work table when the doorbells chimed. He panicked after he heard you announce your arrival. He spared the clock off to the right of the store a glance.

9:30 p.m.

He had stayed at the store late again, and in return, you came to get him, to take him home.

“Fear not…cause I come in peace!” His heart fluttered as you giggled your way over to him. Michael felt relieved and amused as you greeted him with a lighthearted remark. His mind briefly pondered how you managed to sneak up on him without any warning. He watched you navigate through the store's new layout, his gaze following your every move, admiring the way you effortlessly glided through the space. You maneuvered your way through the two center shelvings he had installed. These held a few of his artistic pieces. Ones you had begged for him to display for others to see and hopefully take some interest in for their hand-crafted rings, necklaces, or even bracelets. The outer counters of the store were all transparent clear glass. The one you were walking straight towards, was made out of wood, the one he made his finest creations on.

Michael let out a soft scoff at your remark, trying to hide the unexpected burst of warmth that had blossomed in his chest upon hearing your bubbly laughter, causing a faint smile to tug at the corners of his lips. He couldn’t help but be touched by your lightheartedness, feeling a slight tension leaving his shoulders as he observed you taking in the new layout of the shop.

And just like a moth drawn to the flame, he couldn’t help but follow your figure in the shop as you meandered about the glass counters, casting a sidelong glance your way.

“Do you now?” He mumbled as you grew closer to him.

As you approached the countertop, he discreetly moved the hidden piece further into the shelf with a flick of his wrist, ensuring it remained hidden from sight. The movement of the cloth that hid the piece caught your attention as it laid itself flat as you stood before him. Michael could see the gears shift behind your mischievous eyes. The fleeting glance past his shoulder.

“No.” He shook his head.

“I just wanna a peek.”

“It’s not-“

“Not finished–“ You rolled your eyes. “I promise I’ll give my honest review.”

“As honest and loyal as you are beautiful. This is the one time I beg of you, don’t go snooping.” A flicker of amusement crossed his face at your eagerness, and a hint of a smile tugged at the edges of his lips. He knew how persistent you could be, and he didn't doubt that given a chance, you would immediately look in the first place he told you not to look. But he found it endearing, he found everything about you endearing.

A soft scoff escaping his lips, he shook his head once more as he leaned forward onto the counter, his gaze fixated on you. “No…”

“You can’t tell me that and not expect me to snoop. No seriously what is it?” You push yourself over the surface, trying to peer over his shoulder.

“Y/n, I’m serious. No.” His laugh gives him away.

"Michael, I'm curious. Please." You copy his grin as you try to make a break for it around the counter. He watches as you push yourself over the countertop, your efforts amusing him to no end, his body relaxing as his laughs fill the space between you. His laughter only fuels your attempts even further.

He could see the spark of determination in your eyes, and he knew you wouldn’t give up so easily. With a swift motion, he swiftly stepped around the counter to intercept you, a hint of a smirk playing at the corners of his lips. He caught you by the waist, pulling you back to face him with a gentle but firm grip, holding you in place.

He tried to maintain the facade of seriousness, but the corners of his lips involuntarily curled upwards, betraying his genuine amusement. He watched in a mix of amusement and playful frustration as you persisted in trying to break free and sneak a peek at the hidden item.

His laughter filled the air, and as he held your wrist firmly to restrict your shoves, his eyes met yours with an almost mischievous twinkle.

"Curiosity killed the cat, you know." He muttered playfully, his gaze fixated on your features as he let go of your wrists, now pressing his hands against your hips, guiding you back against his work table, his touch gentle yet firm. His breath caught in his throat, he bit his bottom lip, his gaze flicking down at your lips for a brief moment before he slowly lifted his gaze back to your eyes. His heart pounded in his chest at the proximity of your body, and he could feel his palms grow slightly clammy as he fought the urge to give in to desire.

“And satisfaction brought it back…” Your chest rises and falls heavily. The way he takes away your breath has you ready to do anything for him.

“Sweetheart. You can’t look at it.” Michael peers into your eyes with a glint of fear, pleading eyes. “Not this time.”

“Is it for me?” You melt into his hold. Your gaze softens.

“That information is strictly confidential…” He smirks.

“So it is…” You curl your lip inward to fight off your smile. “Noted.”

As Michael held you close, he couldn't help but let out a warm chuckle. Your persistence and eagerness always managed to make his heart skip a beat, and even in this situation, he found himself secretly enjoying your playful banter. But he knew it was time to reign in the excitement. He took a deep breath, his gaze firmly fixed on your face as he took in your beautiful features.

"It is for you…but it’s not perfect yet." He muttered, his voice barely above a whisper as his fingers gently curled around your cheeks. "Just promise me you won't look, alright? Please."

“To me, it’s already perfect if it comes from you. But yes, I pinky swear not to snoop.”

“Ah…the infamous pinky swear.” Michael couldn't help but chuckle softly at your response. He felt a mix of emotions swirling within him, a combination of affection and contentment. But he couldn't suppress a mischievous grin that tugged at the corners of his lips. He gently lifted your hand, interlocking your pinky with his, your other hands still grasped together. "There." He chuckled. "No more peeking." He added the subtle touch of bringing them up to his lips and pressing a kiss to them.

“Oh no, you locked in the promise, how ever will I break such an indestructible barrier now!” You feign worry.

“You don’t.” His gaze remained fixated on you, a flicker of playfulness gleaming his eyes. He knew you so well by now. He had grown accustomed and even fond of your cheeky wit and playful nature. But now that you were so close, he couldn’t help but steal a kiss from your soft lips, his touch as gentle as a whisper.

You couldn't help but crack a bemused grin as he played along. "It's unbreakable, and if you break it..." He chuckled softly, his eyes twinkling with a hint of playful menace. "Well, there will be consequences to face." He teased.

“The good kind I hope.” You let out a bubble of laughter.

Michael laughed softly at your adorable giggle, his gaze flicking down from your eyes to your lips for a moment before he gently brushed them with his thumb. He was caught in the moment, completely entranced by your effortless charm and wit.

He leaned in even closer, his voice low but full of playfulness. "The best kind...always." He whispered leaning down to kiss you sweetly, gently. Making sure to hold you like the precious gem you are. Afraid of having you break in his hands.

Your curious mind hadn’t let you enjoy the moment though. “How was business? Did you get more clientele!”

“A few yeah. I even had a familiar face come in for a special request.” Michael turned his head over his shoulder and you watched as a black little velvet box floated over to the both of you. Michael snatched it out of the air to show it to you. A ring sat inside as he opened up the box.

“Michael this is beautiful!”

“Kyle Valenti wants to marry my sister. Can you believe it!”

“Kyle came by?” You awed.

“He did, and he’s asked me to tell you that you need to keep Isobel occupied tomorrow and have her look beautiful or she’ll eat him alive. His words.”

“Iz accomplishes that on her own, but I can keep her busy and beautiful!” You squeeze your face in delight.

“I asked Maria, Liz, and Rosa to tag along so Iz won't get suspicious.”

“Good call…I’m a bad liar.” You wince.

“I know.” He nods, not denying your self-claim. “Hence why I called them!”

“Wow, thanks!” You scoff, whacking him across the shoulder.

“You walked into that one on your own.” He couldn’t contain his laughter as you continued your attacks. 

[osapril]

GACHIAKUTA ONE-SHOTS

ZODYL

Ah, my head... I feel... woozy..

Your forehead throbbed. You clutched onto it trying to minimize the feeling, but to no avail. In front of you stood a trash beast, which had seemed to take the form of a squirrel. The body appeared to be like stained glass. It circled around you, stopping for a few moments to analyze you.

What is this...?

You fell on to the ground, holding yourself up on one knee. The squirrels body shimmered as the light reflected on it. On its chest appeared to be a heart shape.

"Whats wrong with this beast?"

(Name) dug their hands into the ground, gripping the dirt. There sight beginning to blur.

"Interesting."

A voice? I don't recognize it.

(Name) looks up to see someone. The person covered themselves with a cloak, making it hard to discern them, even more so due to their vision fading.

"Who are you?" You asked, trying to pick yourself up.

"..." the person remained silent.

"Look, you shouldn't be here. It's dangerous. There are trash beasts around." You informed.

"..."

The person walks past you. Due to your vision they just appear to be a blob. Though it is hard to make out, you see them crouched down beside you. Light shines into your eyes, you realized they are next to the trash beast.

"H, hey. I said it's dangerous!" You proclaimed, but they didn't listen.

The person picked up the small beast, letting it sit in the palm of their hand.

"This is dangerous? I'm surprised, its so small." They spoke.

Embarrassment washes over you. Such a small beast put you in such a predicament. You took a deep breath and pushed yourself up, seating yourself. Your eyes pan as you look at your surroundings. You face the person who's holding the beast. You quickly tried to grab it from them, hoping to finish it off. Instead, that person pulls away.

"What are you doing?" You asked, shocked by their sudden move.

The person stands up. They open their cloak which revealed a coat under it. They put the trash beast in a pocket inside the coat.

"Hey! Excuse me-!"

"Have you ever been drunk before?" They asked.

"What kind of question is that?" You replied, bewildered by the sudden question.

"It seems like my experiment wasn't successful."

"What?"

The person removed their cloak, revealing themselves, it was a man. He had a still expression on his face, one that seemed like he was just observing.

"What do you mean by experiment?" You asked them.

The person looks you up and down. "This trash beast was supposed to put the person it comes into contact with into a drunken state. After, it should have slowly rendered you incapable of doing anything, and then eventually taking your life."

Your eyes widened in shock.

That trash beast wasn't a normal one. It looked different from the others, but I never would have thought...

"You made it..." You mumbled in disbelief, "Why would you create such a thing?"

"Curiosity."

"Well, curiosity killed the cat!" Regaining your stance, you lunged forward at him. You took out your Jinki, a lock. You threw it at him, aiming at his torso and over the arms. They didn't move as you attacked.

The lock expanded, ringing around his body before finally clipping shut. The lock shrinks and tightens on his body. The weight of the lock pulls him to the ground.

You pulled out a key and slowly marched towards him, the key getting larger as you approached.

Stopping in front of him, you knelt down to his level.

"Who are you? What do you want?" You asked, glaring at him.

The person gave their name, "Zodyl." They abstained from answering more.

Instead, his curiosity loomed over your Jinki.

"What does it do?" He asked.

"What does what do?" You noticed he was looking at your Jinki, "Why would I tell you?"

"..." the man looked at you again. Shockingly, though restrained, he still had room to move. He reached into his inner pocket again. Thinking he was going to bring the beast out, you jumped back, letting the gap widen between you.

Anticipating what it was going to be, you wore your full face mask. Sweat dripped down your face, you breath hitching waiting for it to come.

He pulls out a sandwich.

"A sandwich?" The words escaped your mouth as you were caught dumbfounded.

"Your Jinki intrigues me, though I know nothing of it." He said, "Though I want to see more. My experiment is done."

A black smoke like substance floods out his coat. It dawns on you that they're a giver. He effortlessly pushes his body out.

"Cthoni." He calls.

A manhole appear behind him in his shadow. He steps into it and starts to sink down.

"Stop right there!" You try to run forward and stop them, but you were too far.

A he slowly descended, he slightly turns to look at you again. His expression remained the same, with a subtle change making it softer.

"I look forward to using you again." He said, before fully lowering into the hole and disappearing.

"Darn it!" You yelled. You squirmed around, filled with woe by their escape.

"He took out a sandwich, didn't even offer to share."

[an-aura-about-you]

it's lunchtime and I'm in the mood to see how far I can get into Handbook for Mortals because I've heard the next chapter is super long. but also idk how much of it will be worth summarizing. I know the big highlights, but let's see what we've got.

moving on to Chapter 7 part 1:

when we last left our hero Scheherazade gave the mean girls an embarrassing one liner that worked for no other reason than author fiat and Jackson is a simp.

now on to Chapter 7: Strength

-so in the last chapter Zade said it was nice to pretend she had friends, but this chapter starts with her and Riley being up in the catwalk and her telling us that he's become like a little brother to her. she hasn't given us any more time jumps, so it's possible she was just lying before and I had my pity spiral for the author for nothing.

-you know how sometimes a person says a saying all wrong? Riley just did that with, "Curiosity killed the cat." like it's cliche but there's a reason it's cliche, bro.

-Riley gives us the deets on why Mac has a rule about not dating performers: he was in love with one, they slept together, and she thought it was just a one night stand while he thought they were gonna be in a relationship. she decided to string him along and it really crushed him. idk, with the way Sarem wrote Mel in the previous chapter, I'm not sure I believe she did Mac that dirty.

-also her name was Clara Faust. goddamn I love that name. I wanna see her girlboss it up.

-Clara is also apparently so bad that "she makes Sofie look like Mother Theresa." amazing. I don't even have anything else to say about that.

-hmm interesting. Zade tells us she's never been in love before. liked people and had crushes, yes, but never love. that perks my lithromantic ears up, and I could actually really see that? but much like my acedar going off with Anastasia Steele, I doubt that's what the author intended.

-the gang is getting ready to leave for the day and Jackson asks Zade if she's going to see his band perform tomorrow night. this is when we get the sledgehammer to the face that Sarem actual wrote in real life honest to goodness band the Plain White T's in her book as Zade namedrops them here. only with her Jackson Rathbone proxy as the lead singer. like, it is so jarring to see real celebrities in this thing and this is not the only time we see it. this CAN be fun when done right, but it requires a light touch, a passing mention. I think my favorite way was in the Barbie movie when they talked about escaped Kens.

-"He had asked me this earlier when we were eating together in the Employee Dining Room, which we cleverly rever to as the 'EDR.'" if I had to read that line, so do you.

-ok this book just namedropped Leona Lewis and idk if this is telling or standard that the reason I know who she is (after doublechecking on wikipedia) is because I saw her in Mamma Mia ripoff jukebox musical Walking on Sunshine. (don't watch it. it's not good. just look for pictures of Annabel Scholey as Maddie.)

-Zade agrees to go to the show because why not she doesn't have anything else going on. I'm not even a Plain White T's fan but that does feel a little insulting. I know that's just how it is sometimes when you go see your friend's band perform but geez.

-the three music genres Zade drops while wondering what they play are alternative, Americana, and -hopefully not- metal. like, I'm not gonna say I venture out of my own little range of genres too frequently, but I know from experience that it's worth it to give every genre you encounter a try because there IS something good in every genre. also there are wide swaths of metal, genres within genres. there's a big difference between whatever Metallica's doing and Christopher Lee's Charlemagne.

-Jackson gives Zade a kiss goodbye on the cheek as they leave. move has been made. how will Mac counter?

-add another tally for the casually bigoted language as Tad felt cheated out of a kiss from Jackson and used a word derived from the g slur to express this.

-add another tally to Tad's "If I Wasn't A Married Man" counter as well.

-Mac gives Tad a "one-armed guy hug" and Zade gives Tad a "real hug." The Straights Are Not Okay.

-Mac invites Zade to go riding with him on their motorcycles, and she accepts. she also tells us she feels like she's being fought over. that, to me, tells me that Zade wants the same thing for herself from her relationships. she doesn't want Mac or Jackson because of who they are; she wants them because they want her. so I guess at least she's on even ground with this? she may want people as objects, but she also wants to be wanted the same way, so at least it's equal? but man, that is shallow.

-it starts raining on their ride, so they have to pull over and take shelter under an awning at a closed convenience store. the two huddle close, both thinking about the relationship we didn't get to see, and Mac straight up grabs Zade and kisses her. damn, chief.

-oh geez we're talking make out with tongue. (this is not where that line is btw. I intend to provide photographic evidence of that when I reach it.) which, ew, he was just smoking.

-well, I'll give Mac this: REO Speedwagon's a good band to listen to.

-they keep kissing for a while before we pretty much get a smash cut to the next day with Zade shopping at the mall. holy whiplash, Batman! put a pin in this because believe it or not we ARE going to come back to that scene. jesus, the chronological mess of this.

-Zade is at a girlie shop buying girlie things because she wants to look hot for Mac and Jackson. she's shopping by herself because she doesn't like girlie things and thus doesn't want to do this with other girls? the hypocrisy is something to be sure.

-she gets chatty with the clerk working there who, like all characters in a mary sue story, is sycophantic to the max, to the point that she asks Zade to come back and update her on how things go.

-you guys need to see this continuity error for yourselves:

"I settled on the second of the final two dresses she brought me, a tight-fitting dark blue option that hugged me in all the right places. She was right about it being made for my kind of shape. I had a fun brown leather jacket and heeled low-cut leather boots that would offset the black dress nicely..."

so I'm assuming the dress looks like this:

and with that I gotta get back to work!

[fizzy-fuzz]

YTR sneak peak...

(hoping to get the rest out in a week or so... for real this time 😅)

✨full work here✨

Amelia sits in her office, quietly soaking in her small amount of peace before she gets back to her daily grind. The food is bland, and her cheep off-brand sports leaves an unnaturally taste on her tongue. Though she's long since grown used to the drabness of the foundation, food and all. She's her to work, not enjoy herself; even on her break it seems.

A knock rings out on her office door, causing her to look up from her tray of food.

"Come in." She state plainly, with an air of formality. The door gently opening to reveal Derek, wearing a bright and cheery smile.

"Heya, boss. Thought you'd want some company." He pulls up a chair, taking a seat in front of her. Placing down his own dull tray of food.

She squints suspiciously. Despite her being on friendly terms with Derek, she definitely wouldn't consider close enough to be spending her short break with... Something's up.

"How's that adoptive kid of yours? They been doing well?" Ah, so there it is...

It's not hard for her to pick up on his subtly tone, her years spent in the foundation has made her wise in reading between the lines. He wants information on the experiment, and how a regular citizen is doing dealing with an anomaly.

She glances off to the side in mild irritation, but shows nothing more. She isn't the biggest fan of a subordinate prying into her personal life, or frankly the higher-ups business.

Curiosity killed the cat, after all. Though she supposes he already knows of it, and nothing top-secret has seemed to have happened. Or from what she's able to tell with her brief phone call with Y/n.

"They've been well. Though I'm afraid to tell you that nothing of your interest nor concern has happened." She answers, taking another bite of her food. Derek's eyes roll lightly and he huffs.

"Oh c'mon... I tell you about my life, tell me about yours a little." He whines, leaning back in his seat. "I haven't seen you take a call with them in awhile, they've been forgetting you for the computer?"

She laughs lightly and shrugs, not at all bothered by the notion of being forgotten. Another thing the foundation has taught her, it seems"Hah! Maybe. I'm sure they're busy trying to crack his code. It's good for them to speak with another living thing, even if that thing is 079."

He nods lightly, before continuing.

"Doesn't it bother you though? That it's only been a month or so and they're already putting you to the side for something that isn't even... well, human?" He questions with a raised eyebrow, poking deeper into their relationship.

"No, not at all. If I was worried about that I would have never convinced them to do this in the first place. Everything is going to plan, just as I wanted it to." She sips her drink, before continuing calmly. "My goal was for them to spread their wings, that's exactly what I'm seeing as far as I'm concerned."

He hums in consideration, seemingly struggling with the idea that she'd be so okay allowing her close family to ignore her. She smiles and shakes her head. he's young; she's not surprised he doesn't understand.

"And what about Mr, dark and broody?" He asks with an air of caution, knowing this is a more secretive topic... Keter-class always is.

"682?" her smile drops, as she questions neutrally.

"Who else?"

[anatomical-lung]

TVS ROUND 1; SASKIA VS KIKU

“IIITTSS THAT TIME LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, BOYS AND GIRLS< DISTINGUISHED GUESTS AND FOLKS! It's time for another episode, I am your host…”

The voice blared throughout the stage's speakers. It was obvious to which one was on the microphone with that enthusiastic voice of his, it could be no other than the host himself….

“CHARLEY CHADWICK!” Charley shouted, causing a slight ring in the microphone, it was quite clear that Ulysses was already getting ticked off by his voice.

In fact, it was so clear that Ulysses hadn’t even been in the room at the time, every contestant, judge, and possibly some viewers could tell.

“And where might Ulysses have been?” You may ask, well, allow me to assist you!

Round One, TVS S67

SASKIA.INI VS Kiku

(Saskia’s entry)

SECTION 1

Ulysses was managing to lean against a post right next to the “POCKET DIMENSION 7.6” door, with a little sticky note saying “NOIR” at the bottom, with a little handwritten smiley face on it.

He was waiting on Saskia, someone who took a long time in rooms for a simple reason; he was curious. Sometimes curiosity kills the cat, and sometimes that cat is Ulysses' mood, he probably would've just yelled at Saskia by now if he hadn't heard a creak of a door.

Saskia bursted out of the door and howled in an unintentionally exasperating and thunderous tone “IIIIIIII’MMMMM READY!”

Ulysses just looked more irate than before. Charley’s voice blasting from speakers muffled by the walls topped off with this peabrain’s idiotic and loud remarks were enough to enrage him. He needed to get RID of Saskia at least, and that's exactly what he was assigned to do.

He hadn’t bothered making small talk to Saskia, or anyone for that matter, he just opened the aforementioned door he was near and shoved the virus through it, slamming it behind it.

“O-Oh! Okay bye!” Saskia waved to the already closed door behind him.

PART A

Saskia was observing his surroundings, seeming absolutely thrilled with the bland colors and boring buildings of an average Noir setup. He was tempted to explore, he just had one problem, the only thing he knew had caused a problem here.

He had not been given a clear prompt.

He had been observing the other contestants' rounds. Some were interesting, and some he didn’t like watching, but in a lot of the rounds there had been some sort of prompt given out by Charley, or someone else. But here he had nothing.

Saskia looked down on the floor, putting a finger up to his face. He was in deep thought right now, trying to recall an incident where someone wasn't given a direct prompt.

“No prompt….What would a smart person do….Hmmnn..I actually don't know….Maybe they would do the thing they always do..which I also don’t know what that is…How about…” Saskia kept rambling to himself, it was loud enough for at least someone around the corner could hear. It was that loud Saskia had not realized someone approaching from behind, even with the loud heels that the pursuiter was wearing clicking against the ground

“Uhhh…”

Step.

“Would a….”

Step.

“No they wouldn’t..”

Step.

The person had made their way over to Saskia, and had tapped him on his shoulder, making Saskia let out a surprisingly soft ‘eep’ sound as he turned around.

This person, who we could only assume was a woman, was dressed up in a tailcoat, blouse, and some tight black jeggings, topped off with some red heels and a sun-hat.

“Welcome, Welcome, a newcomer, I know you, everyone does!”

Saskia stared for a second, even for being a rando who approaches strangers himself to say hi, this felt weird, but he brightened up within seconds.

“Hihihi!!!” Saskia shook and flapped his arms a little bit, it was clear he was super excited about this, this had been the first time someone had approached him willingly that he didn't know “I’m Saskia, your name is?!?” He reached out to shake the woman's hand, but she pulled her hand away quickly. She seemed disgusted but disguised that feeling within seconds, showing a pearly smile again “I’m aware of your name, mine is not important, I only have a question, do you like doing favors, Saskia?”

PART B

“Oh, a favor! Mhm, they remind me of this guy I'm really close too cause he was the nicest person eevvveer an-'' The lady made a shooing motion with her hands and rolled her eyes, she look bored “Yeah, okay, I get it.” She started to grin again, her tone going from a mumbled annoyance to an enthusiastic glee “Yeah, Do you mind doing a favor for me?”

Saskia nodded and clenched his fists excitedly “Yeah Yeah Yeah! I'll do it! Tell me what it is! PLLEEEAASSSEEE!?”

The lady squinted her eyes “Jeez…Maybe put your guard up a little, you’d be really easy to manipulate.” She laughed and shook her head, putting her hand on her hip and motioning Saskia to follow her “C’mon, weirdo.”

He just stood there for a second, trying to comprehend what she was talking about, but after a few seconds he caught up with her, mimicking her pace in walking. “Hey! Hey! Hey! is there anything you know about this place and where we're going?” He continued to frantically look around and ask more questions. The woman clearly seemed annoyed and uncomfy by Saskia’s enthusiastic manner and how he seemed to be so thrilled by helping a stranger, but she just decided that if she didn't respond, he would eventually wound up tired of talking.

“Hellllooo! Are you there! Do you know where we are!?”

“Do you know who you are!?”

“Are you real!?”

PART C

The silence of the lady had been nerve racking to Saskia. She was dead silent; he didn’t know what had happened to her. In fact, the only thing that filled the streets was his voice and the soft whirring of wind. This place lacked life, life was absent here.

He eventually decided to shut up, he knew he wasn’t gonna get a response, and how others had told him his voice was annoying. Apparently the wind had been the best choice of background noise.

Saskia put his head down and continued walking, staring down at the streets and counting each line he saw. He was lost in his own mind doing that.

He suddenly looked around and snapped out of it as he heard a booing laughter coming from in front of him, it had been the lady he was following.

“WAHAHAHAHA! OH SASKIA ISN’T IT WONDERFUL!”

Saskia looked up, the view above him had shown a giant building, seeming to be built like an office, actually, it probably was an office.

The woman ran up to the building and opened an electric box that was behind an ID panel next to the door. She started to sort and mess around with the wires and microcards. Saskia ruffled his own hair and the next thing he knew, the woman put two hands out to showcase the door, which had been opened by her frolicking.

“After you!” She proposed, and Saskia did exactly that while giving a thumbs up. The lady seemed annoyed, like a plan of hers had just failed, and it was all Saskia’s fault. Oh well, at least they were in!

PART D

The lady walked into the building after Saskia, and led him up to a room on the 15th floor.

The room was dark, filled with wires on the ground, powerboxes, servers and other electrical devices around, there was nothing else there.

The lady had opened her mouth to propose an idea, but before she could say anything. There was stepping coming from in the hallway that had led them here.

She grabbed Saskia by the hair and shoved him behind one of the bigger servers.

Instead of the voice she usually had, strict and mediocre, her voice has dropped down to being gentle and quiet.

“Alright. Ya see that wire over there?” She pointed over to a wire that had been broken, and the insides were exposed “The powerbox that had kept that wire in its system, it was shut down and taped away for prevention of tampering. I know viruses are known for infecting, I want you to turn it on, and then come back once you do that.”

Saskia nodded and sat down on the ground, starting to do exactly that.

She did nothing other than get a flask of water out of her pocket.

He seemed to have finished turning it on, as he got back up and the wire was sparking.

“Perfect.” She let out a soft laugh, putting a hand on her hip as she shifted and held out the water vessel, the cork now off. “For good measure, just pour this over the open wire.”

Saskia nodded once again and snatched the flask out of her hand, his touch leaving a slight shock on her hand.

The woman put her hand over her mouth and laughed as she watched him approach the wire “Jeez…I’m a genius..”

He bent down and poured the water, just like how he was instructed.

There was a lot, and the whole time Saskia was watching the soft, glowy, flow of the water. It intrigued him, to the point that he hadn’t watched the angle the glass vile was poured in, allowing some water to seep through the cracks that kept his wrist together.

He felt that weird spark in his arm and panicked, dropping the vile and allowing it to shatter in front of him and the woman's eyes, the glow from the window highlighting the glass in the dark area.

She saw him panic and instantly gripped onto his hair and dragged him back to behind the servers. She angrily grit her teeth and retorted “That will do, ya shitbag of a being.” Saskia giggled happily in response “So I did it?!”

“Yes, now you can go.” She growled, walking him to the door before shoving him out “Goodbye.”

Saskia sat outside of the door as it closed, and he chuckled once again, waving back at the door “Bye!”

SECTION 2

In the depths of the boring, monotone city, there had been a newcomer, The one that anyone had barely known about, Kiku.

There was no reason why they weren’t known, or being interacted with, especially as they were in the more bustling parts of the city.

Oh well, guess we’ll never know.

In the meanwhile they were hiding behind a planter, which was possible due to their height of 4 '10, what were they hiding from? A fight, a fight that had literally nothing to do with them.

They had been shakily listening in, hiding.

“You loved him, and how could you KILL HIM?!” One yelled, before the other quickly snapped back,

“I-I could never! You know I have a major fear of elec-electrocution!”

“That had ALWAYS BEEN A LIE!?”

“No it isn't!”

Kiku frantically looked around, it’d be best for them to escape before this escalated, or if they got involved. So they looked around for any power lines to make sure they were in an acceptable place, and flew up and into an open building window, crawling through it.

Once they were in, they instantly fell face first onto the ground, sounding a loud thump on the ground. They laid there for a second before hearing something from above them

“Kiku?”

They instantly put their head up, their face looking worried, just to see a familiar foe from the mainplace, Saskia.

“Oh Kiku! I know you! Do you know how to get out of here, I've been walking out here for…uhm..two hours..I think?”

They just stared.

“I helped someone here, and then a few hours later, there was a crime investigation! Except there are barely any…blue people? Just people sulking!”

“They are still there! You can watch it!”

And before a response, Saskia had dragged Kiku over to where he had described.

PART A

Only a minute or two had passed before they’d found the room, the same room where Saskia had cut the wire.

There it was, some elderly guy laid out on the floor. With no signs of consciousness, or life at all for that matter.

Within seconds Kiku had reacted like how everyone else in the crowd that surrounded the body did, they felt sick to their stomach.

Almost instantly Kiku tried running away, but Saskia just grabbed them by the shirt collar and dragged them back.

Kiku was using a hand to cover their eye, as Saskia just silently observed from afar.

Finally, Kiku fretted “Sas-Saskia..? Why would yo-you drag someone over to a corpse…”

“You wanted to!” Saskia replied with a beam, he’d probably have a smile right now if he had the ability to move his face.

“No I didn’t…You didn’t even let me respond…” They shuddered, their voice raising slightly…but that had brought some attention over.

One of the cops were staring at them, and that led the attention of the whole crowd over to the two.

The cop pointed and scowled “You two!”

Kiku’s eyes widened, they took that as a sign of something bad. They quickly skittered over and hid behind Saskia, possible due to the height differences.

“You two were the ones that only just recently came ‘ere! We’ve been told you two ar’ detectives by the city's gossip!”

Saskia raised an eyebrow and shook his head “Detective? Like those guys that…uhh..I dunno..” Kiku tugged Saskia’s tailcoat and then whispered something, in which Saskia giggled “Oh! Solve crimes!”

“You two were sent over here due’ to the lack of detectives and string o’ crimes…were counting on you to figure out this murder to. Our lives are on the line. Well, you’re the case solvers now.” The cop shoved a file packed with only 2 papers onto Saskia’s chest and waited until he had his grip before pulling away “This is everything we’ve got so far. Now shoo and do your jobs!”

Saskia seemed grateful for the idea, and Kiku was too scared to reply to any of these rumors, the idea wasn’t true, not one of them were detectives, but it seemed one was willing to do the job, and that led both of them here.

Oh well, they had to figure out a big problem now.

PART B

They had been led into an office that resided within another building, more specifically, an abandoned sector within the county's local sheriff office.

It had been long abandoned since the last assumed detective, who had sworn to stay a detective, went ‘missing’. At least that's what the colleagues in the sheriff department told society.

Well, now it had been no longer abandoned due to the presence of the two, just unrepaired and musty now.

Saskia sat on the chair that went to the worktable, as Kiku stood beside him, leering over him.

Their hand was on the table, hovering over a word as Saskia kept stuttering. He had been trying to pronounce the words, sounding each syllable out as if he was just learning while Kiku tried to help

“‘So ummm, There has been an A-Saas-Sin-Ation… Assassination? Of.. Kiku the names are blocked out, I don’t know what that says. It's literally just darkness, I can't read that.”

This had been going on for a good 20 minutes, and it was clear Kiku had to resort to the last thing they wanted to do. Speak up.

“Hey Saskia, I can just read it…” They inquired, their tone soft and shy.

He seemed like he didn't like the idea, but he knew it may be best, so he handed over the paper and files.

Kiku raised their voice again, though it was still gentle and oddly wispy “There had been a reported assassination of…blacked out.. Who had supposedly died of an electrocution from the Minimally Invasive Autopsy that they had performed on scene.” They inhaled deeply before continuing “The clues were minimal, the murderer might’ve been wearing gloves as there were almost no fingerprints around any of the quote on quote weapons.” and they just ended there. Passing the files back over to Saskia, in which he just stared at them.

“So..Uh…Do we go back to where we were earlier?” He asked, in which Kiku just nodded in response.

PART C

Saskia and Kiku had walked out of the facility, about to head back to the scene. The only problem is that someone had caught their eyes. Actually, it was multiple people.

Outside the sheriff's office there had been a bar to the left, and it sounded as if there had been a lot of commotion about it.

Kiku had suddenly stopped and Saskia looked towards them, a little confused about why they had stopped “Kiku? Why did you st-” but they just waved their hand as if in order to silence them, and he dropped dead silent.

“It's gonna be a shame without him around anymore, that's for sure….” One voice spoke, the other talked back

“Truly, He was a great inspiration.”

They turned back to him and requested “They are talking something about the v-victim I think. Can you just go in there and l-listen in…”

Saskia giggled and nodded “Do you wanna come with!?”

“No..thank you..” They turned their head away as Saskia walked into the bar.

Saskia slammed the bar door open and looked around. Everyone in that bar cut off their conversations, including the one about the recent death that he was there to find out if he could dig anything out of it.

He seemed to chuckle and wave before walking over to an empty table, and so forth everyone continued their conversations, including the one that Saskia was instructed to listen in to.

He put his head down on the table and just listened….closely

It had been a group of people talking about the murder, a brunette woman with a scarf, a black haired guy, and a blonde woman.

There was no clue what they were discussing beforehand but soon after Saskia had started to pick up on their conversation

“Truly a shame…I know a few people that could be suspects though.” The man said, quickly to be met with a snapping response from the brunette “You think someone who has been a part of this community a while would KILL SOMEONE?! That’s bullshit! None of the current clues even have fingerprints, they couldn’t have been human.”

“They could’ve had gloves?” The blonde tilted her head and raised an eyebrow.

“Yeah, but if it were to be gloves, gloves would still leave a slight fingerprint, or there would be a reminiscence of gloves around here, there's no local incinerator and the day the garbage truck comes by in a few days. And the police stated that the murder happened somewhere between today or yesterday.” The black haired man sighed.

Saskia quickly decided to book it and get out of there, as there had been no other evidence that had been taboo to a point that it couldn't be reported by an autopsy from his perspective.

So he quickly walked out out of the bar, and went back over to Kiku

PART C.1

Saskia got back out of the bar and looked back over to where he had left Kiku. Luckily, they were still there and hadn’t been kidnapped or anything, now he had to tell them the only evidence that he had gathered.

“Ok, so, you know…No fingerprints.”

“Mhm..”

“The murderer might’ve not been human!”

Saskia let out a soft giggle, and Kiku looked around before replying once more “You know, that means we would have to narrow it down to entities that don't have fingerprints usually. That means dragons, robots, some sorts of deities.. Actually not just robots, most likely anything electric, hence the electrocution..”

That's when it hit Saskia. He looked around, feeling awkward and conscious all of the sudden. “Mhm…So…Are we gonna go back to the scene?”

Kiku sighed and nodded, so they started walking.

Saskia was stumped, so many questions were running in his head. What if he was the one that had set in up with the red haired woman, he had no fingerprints, and the woman had barely touched anything, so it couldn’t be led back to her. And if He told them the truth, he would also be arrested.

Part D

And they arrived back at the scene, Saskia looking around frantically and nervously. He seemed to have something to do with this, and that terrified him. It could've been him, it must've! It was.

His brain was flooded with ideas, maybe he had just been imagining things? Maybe Kiku did this? But they are only thirteen, they couldn't be that smart!

Questions, they all overrided any other thoughts.

As Saskia worried about the worst case, yet possible scenario. Kiku was searching around where the body had been, it was now gone with an X marked where it had been. The crime cleaners had not arrived, so it was a perfect time to investigate.

He started mumbling his thoughts out of pure stress before he was quickly cut off by them.

"Saskia, why is there spare electricity in presence?"

And there it was, Kiku being able to detect electricity due to being able to float, and this time it wasn't cause Saskia was near.

"Uhhh...Was it me?" He inquired, tilting his head.

They shook their head in response and continued looking.

Part E

A few hours had passed, and only a few clues had been collected, there was a sense of all sorts of electricity not from Saskia, Kiku or the servers, but just an underlying sense of fresh electrical activity. But that's all that was gathered, and hell, they didn't even know if that was relevant, then there had been a few spots of unknown oil for whatsoever.

But Saskia clearly knew something that Kiku didn't.

"Can we go yet..?" Saskia let out a shaky whine, he was so nervous. But for what would it be if he was nervous of something?

"I don't see why not." Kiku sighed and started to head towards the door out of the server room while Saskia stayed there for a few minutes.

No fingerprints, No weapons, some odd electrical activity, and an unknown oil spot in specific places, this was, but if you thought hard enough. It is and was right in front of our eyes.

Kiku was long gone from the place. Now Saskia was alone. He had no other option but to frame.

Saskia quickly started to rummage through the room, trying to find something to frame Kiku with. That's when he found it. A white piece of fabric. Similar to Kiku's white blouse at the time of the death.

He frantically threw it around where the body was before sitting down behind another server.

He thought..and thought...and thought.

Until he zoned out.

Part F

It must've been hours until he woke up, cause he somehow zoned out to the point it could've been mistaken as him being asleep.

Saskia shook his head, realizing where he was. It wasn't the morning, possibly the afternoon and he was still here, in the server room.

The fabric was gone. Oh dear.

He went over to the door and exited it, alongside the whole building.

The streets. Empty.

Everywhere has no signs of human life. Only the flowers and bugs, something which Saskia was used to, but this felt too eerie for him.

That's when he saw it, against the street and his foot, there was a paper.

He bent over to pick it up, and it had been a. Picture of Kiku, over the caption of "ARRESTED"

Saskia knew what he did, and he got away with it.

He stared in despair, and started to shake and cry, something, far distant from his happy personality.

This was his fault.

His.

He won for doing something bad.

That's when it happened, he was back on the stage within seconds, practically breaking down.

"WELCOOMMEE BACK!" Charley exclaimed ecstatically "WOW, YOU DID SOOOOOO WELL!"

Saskia would've loved it, but he just couldn't, at the time.

"YOU'VE MADE IT TO THE NEXT ROUND! ITS OUR HONOR FOR AN APPLAUSE."

A cheap crappy SFX of clapping played, and Saskia just...sat there.

He was good in terms of rounds. But he felt bad.

END!!!! :)

[jonquildove]

starkmatriarch:

Did she know her name? The name of this woman who made Ned forget his honour, forget his wife, forget his unborn son? As she thinks, her red hair dancing in red waves in the dawning sky. It was Wylla, Ned had thought to himself. Would that she did, perhaps the thoughts would have plagued less, perhaps she would have despised Jon Snow less, perhaps she would not have felt so inadequate because of it all. Perhaps not. She would never know, for Ned would always refuse her an answer, no matter how many times she asked. He spoke of his story to his friend and king, Robert, as they walked in the courtyard. He must have loved her, to wish to protect her honour so much, he must have loved her. Jon Snow was a child borne of love, and that was what hurt her the most. Ned had not forgotten his honour for one night, one night of drink in a brothel, the night before a battle. It had not been some serving girl he would soon forget about. This was a woman he had known, had grown to love in his wife’s absence, and would protect her against all that would ask him of her. Did he love her more than he had grown to love Cat? Catelyn knew they had not loved one another at first, that theirs was a marraige of duty, but now it was a union bound by a love so strong she felt naught could break it. She did not believe she could love another man more We are tied, connected, she thought to herself, but we had not been then. As she has a frame of a silver trout on the wall, symbolising her freedom in feeling like a fish in the rivers. You tied yourself to another Ned and gave her a child…why…the Starks are honourable, why would you do that to me, even then? And bring the child home, to flaunt the betrayal in my face, to have a constant, never ceasing reminder as the years went by. Gods, but I love you Ned, but why? And why will you not tell me? He had wanted to take care of the child in his arms, as the girl he had bedded could not support the child, as she was struggling to live her life within poverty. She had then thought this again, when seeing her father Hoster on his bed in Riverrun, he asking about a girl called Tansy to see him through to the beautiful light of magic. “No,” Catelyn replied, “I do not. Though I have asked your Father many times, he will not tell me. He will speak of her to no one, not even to Jon Snow”

Sansa’s heart went out to her lady mother. It must have killed her not to know which woman made her father, her kind, loving, honourable father, forget his and Catelyn’s vows however momentarily. Father always seemed very kind and honourable, fighting in the battle in the rebellion and talking to her family. Sansa wondered who the woman was as well, curiosity burning in her mind. She continued walking with her mother, back to twirling her flower, and into deep thought. Hearing about her family was interesting, as she steadily looks through her darkening mind in her journey through the gardens. The rebellion was interesting too, she thinking Aegon -- not Aerys -- she remembered ; a young man with curly blonde hair -- rather mean to Aemond, showing him a pig as a dragon. They said this dragon was his, saying it had a tail and everything, Aegon scrunching his face in a dramatic oink. Alicent, his mother had been mad to him for playing a cruel trick on Aemond, the other saying it was just a joke. The Targaryens were always interesting to her, she touching the paper of the history book, seeing a black-haired girl looking into the wide roaring mouth of the dragon, Balerion, known as the Black Dread. She placed a comforting hand on her mother’s shoulder, and said, “I can try asking, Mother…Or, is it perhaps best left in the past…?”

[gutter-bot]

A - Z Megatron X Reader

Rating: Teen

Warnings: Mild swearing

Megatron/Reader (You) in which you are a human who is far too curious for your own good

E is for Eyebrows

As surreptitiously as possible, you glance at him again from the corner of your eye as he spoke to Optimus, watching raptly as the jagged ridges that adorned his helm rose and fell. You had long since given up trying to decipher how Cybertronian 'eyebrows' were able to move freely without any notable joints. It was mind boggling, but eventually you had made peace with the fact that it was likely some aspect of their anatomy that you – as a human – were completely unaware of.

And while all Cybertronians that you had met thus far had these brow ridges, for some very absurd reason, your brain decided to fixate upon his. It might have been because of the fact that he wasn't a being you had been exposed to much prior to this temporary alliance, but you had a niggling suspicion it was the fact that he was dangerous that made it fascinating to watch him, thrilling even. Like getting in the water with a great white shark…

You scoffed a little at yourself as you turn away for a moment to glance at the papers in your hands. 'Didn't anyone ever tell you curiosity killed the cat?'

You heard Optimus' heavy steps as he retreated further into the bunker, looking up once more. Megatron was still there… and he was staring straight at you. You pale and look away instantly, trying to busy yourself with reading. His ominous steps rumbled the very foundations of the base, and to your horror you realize they are growing nearer. You slam your eyes shut, and when the thunderous footfalls stop, you know he's there… right there, a scarce handful of yards from you. Swallowing, you force yourself to open your eyes, your stomach dropping when you note the entire platform you are standing upon is now draped in a massive shadow. You're rethinking the whole 'shark' theory at this point, knowing fully well they rarely attacked people, and when they did it was almost always because you'd been mistaken for a seal or a turtle. This being… would not hesitate to crush you into a fleshy paste without an ounce of remorse.

You don't know whether to look up or not, which would seem like the greater insult?

"You've been watching me."

The knowing statement takes you by surprise, and without meaning to you lift your head and meet his gaze… only to freeze like a deer in headlights. His mouth is twisted into a sneer, his teeth sharp and vicious looking. Those, however, were definitely very shark like.

"Why?"

Its not a question… its a demand. The seconds tick by and his optics narrow… though one of those damned eyebrows inches upward. You decide to tell him the truth. Licking your lips, you take a steadying breath. "Y-Your eyebr-err, brow ridges. They're just… really emotive. It's… interesting."

He seems to study you, gauging your sincerity, you imagine. Eventually he realizes you are being truthful, his expression irritated… disgusted almost. Like someone who found a hair in their soup… not that Cybertronians had hair… or knew what soup was…

Suddenly he turns and walks away from you, in the direction Optimus had gone. You release the breath you'd been holding, gasping in relief. That was far too close for comfort. When his clipped voice reaches you from across the room - a terse command to cease - you don't need to be told twice. You nod vigorously and look back at your papers, muttering a quiet apology.

Your frazzled brain tries to sort out the tumult of sensations and thoughts running through your body. You feel like you're going to throw up and piss yourself and faint all at once. Thankfully you do none of that, and after some deep breathing manage to regain a measure of composure… though the shaking in your limbs doesn't subside. And yet… despite the fact that his command had held a clear hint of threat, your stupid human brain and its morbid curiosity pokes at you to look over at him yet again. Shaking away the foolhardy urge, you tell yourself firmly, 'No more poking the bear.'

I would be hard pressed not to stare. I'm the person who runs into a wolf and tries to pet it… so this is right up my alley.

[soulmate-game]

Curiosity Killed the Exorcist

“And then, see here? You have to be on the lookout for subtle signs like these. This indicates that he’s…” Marinette nodded as Tim continued explaining, pointing out various body language and other clues out on the Batcomputer. It had only been about six months since the Batfam collectively adopted the little ladybug into their menagerie of heroes, and started teaching her deductive habits and skills. She would not allow them anywhere near Paris on pain of death (some of them had already tried, and Bruce was still recovering from the bruise to his ego. The bruise on his ass from being teleported out of the city and onto the stone of the Batcave was gone, though) but she welcomed any help they could give from within Gotham’s city limits.

Usually, at least in the beginning, they did their mentorship at a distance over video call. But then Tim found out her identity, and Marinette made the excuse of wanting to meet with them in person to gauge their trustworthiness for herself and erase their memories of her identity if they failed her test— and, well, it all snowballed from there until she was teleporting to the Batcave every few days for detective lessons. She was practically a Bat herself, if not for her out of theme codename. And she found herself surprisingly comfortable with the thought of them being a… very eccentric extended family.

Tim was flipping to another saved video in the Batcomputer archives to show another example of his current lesson, when Tikki flew up to Marinette in a hurry. She was holding Kaalki’s glasses. The little kwami whispered something in Marinette’s ear, instantly making the teen blanch and force on the glasses.

“Sorry Timmy, gotta cut this short! I’ll come back tomorrow to make up for it! Okay? Okay! Awesome, you’re the best, bye!” She ignored all of Tim’s protests and rapid fire questions, instead opening up a portal and jumping through it as fast as humanly possible. The portal has barely disappeared before an all-too-familiar voice rose up from behind Tim.

“Maybe I’m still drunk, ‘cause I could’a sworn I just saw a portal closing in the damned Batcave, of all places,” the British-accented drawl was accompanied by the flick of a lighter and accompanying fizzle of a flame. Tim groaned, mentally making a note to ask how in the world Marinette had known that John “Annoying asshole” Constantine was showing up soon, and if he could be in on the warning next time. Bruce, cowl still off, walked over from where he had been sparring with Damian and crossed his arms. He had also heard Marinette’s hasty exit, and made a few mental notes of his own before focusing on the exorcist in front of him.

“What do you want, Constantine?” he grumbled. Any time the blond brit showed up, things only got far more complicated than he ever enjoyed. And he always gave Bruce a migraine, to boot.

“Two things actually, Batsy,” John held up to fingers as his free hand tucked his lighter away in his pocket. His unlit cigarette stayed in his mouth though, probably just for the familiar feel of it. “One; I’m gonna need you to tell me why there was a portal closing when I walked in, because I’ll be honest. The implications there are way more interesting than what I came here for in the first place.”

“None of your business. What’s the second thing?” Bruce immediately shot him down, but John was not one to be deterred. He never fucking was.

“But you hate magic! You make sure I know that all too bloody well every time I pay you a visit, so why the sudden change in heart? Huh?”

“Drop it, Constantine. What. Do you. Want?”

“Fine, fine. I need your help with…”

— * — * — * — * — *

A week later, Marinette was sitting with Jason and Damian in one of the manor’s sitting rooms, the three of them just minding their own business and silently enjoying one another’s presence. Even if two of them would never admit it. Jason was reading Jane Eyre for the millionth time, Damian was leaning against Titus on the ground as he sketched, and Marinette was embroidering a sunhat. Unfortunately for her, Alfred the Cat was currently asleep on her lap and thus holding her hostage.

Even as Tikki flew up to her ear in a panic and whispered, making Marinette prick herself with her needle. She hissed for a second but shrugged off the familiar pain, much more concerned with whatever news Tikki had given her. Damian and Jason were already on high alert from the second that a whispered curse had left her lips, and were staring straight at her and her kwami and Marinette frantically tried to find a way to get up without awakening the cat sleeping on her.

“Uh, what’s wrong?” Jason asked, feeling thoroughly confused and left out. On one hand, he knew that if they were in physical danger she would have moved Alfred the Cat without hesitation. On the other, he did not like the sheer amount of anxiety he could see her experiencing. Marinette’s frantic eyes shot over to him, pupils mere pinpricks and hands mouth agape as she tried to form some sort of plan.

“Uh— “

“Ah! You must be the fair maiden that the Bats are comfortable with using magic around them,” John goddamned Constantine threw the door to the sitting room open wide, making it bounce off of the wall and lightly smack back against his shoulder. He ignored it as he grinned at the three younger people in the room, waltzing in casual as anything. He wagged a finger at her playfully. “I’ve been awfully curious about you, ya know? Brucie boy knows a shit ton of magic users, but he never likes seein’ any of us do our thing. And to not only allow you to teleport without any apparent discomfort but to actively protect your identity from me? Now that’s a damn accomplishment and I really gotta applaud you for it,” he mockingly clapped his hands a few times. “So what’s your secret, huh? I won’t tattle.”

“No thanks. Kaalki, a little help?” Marinette carefully pushed Alfred the Cat off of her lap before diving into the portal that Kaalki whipped up for her, the entire process happening so fast that Constantine couldn’t even get out a proper “hey!” before she was gone and the portal closed. He just nodded, hooking his thumbs in his pockets.

“Ya know what? Fair. That’s fair.”

“Goddamn it, Constantine!” Jason threw up his hands in frustration. “Why the fuck do you have to scare away one of the only sane people in this family?”

“Part of my charm, little red riding hood.”

— * — * — * — * — *

“You know, I’ve been pretty damn nice not teleporting right over to you whenever you disappear. So why don’t you just tell me why you’re avoiding me now that we happen to be in the same room by complete accident, huh?” John asked from where he sat in one of Bruce’s lounge chairs sipping on a beer. Marinette mimed choking him, clearly fed up. He had been trying to have a conversation with her for the past three months, ever since that one time he caught the tail end of her portal closing in the Batcave. Three. Long. Months. And he hadn’t given up, because something about this little Parisian teenager intrigued him. She was sixteen, that much he had gathered from the Bats. But to be sixteen and not only in possession of the Horse miraculous but also clearly the Ladybugs, since he had seen Tikki more than once as well, now that was interesting.

Anybody being in the possession of more than one Miraculous was already cause enough to be keeping an eye on them, which was why he had been keeping an eye on the Paris situation and had pieced together on his own that the presence of Tikki meant that this little parisian teenager was none other than Ladybug herself. Now, that? That was a whole new level of concerning, especially since he knew firsthand that the old Grand Guardian was gone and passed his title down to— yeah, Ladybug.

After that deduction, his interest in Marinette had swiftly switched from curiosity to fuck-I-need-to-know-what’s-going-on-here. Because no kid should have to deal with that kind of weight, and Constantine always looked out for kids when he could.

But right then, Marinette was glaring at him. She had been just coming over for a normal “family” dinner with the Waynes, which she attended from time to time. And apparently they had decided to have Constantine already over so that they could chaperone a meeting between them that would hopefully appease the stupid british magic user enough that he left them all alone again until the next time he needed help.

“Believe me when I say, you’d rather not know,” she replied sharply, glaring Dick. He was the one who had convinced her to come despite her recent close calls with Constantine in the past few days. He studiously avoided her gaze. “I just would rather not cross your path, and there’s no reason for us to interact. Why do you care, anyway?”

“You see, now that is an excellent question!” he chugged the last of his beer and gestured to her with the empty bottle. “Normally, I wouldn’t give a flying rat’s ass. But I’ve put two and two together, since I know who Tikki is,” he nodded to the red and black Kwami. “And maybe I just wanna keep an eye on the new Grand Guardian to make sure she’s doin’ alright. That’s an awful lot of magic and responsibility that you don’t deserve, but I’m not about to try to take it away. Keepin’ an eye on you is the next best thing.”

“Try again,” Marinette shot back, crossing her arms. “You were interested in me before you learned about me being Ladybug.”

“I’m nosy, what do you want me to say? I saw a portal in Batman’s man-cave, I get curious. Sue me.”

“Well. I have Bruce and everyone else already watching out for me, so you can leave me alone now. If I need your help, I’ll make sure to ask every other magic user first before contacting you.”

“Woah, now what’s all this venom for?”

“Uh, maybe we should go and actually eat dinner?” Dick tried to step in, hands up. Constantine had stood up from the chair he was in, which was usually a cue to change the subject as fast as possible. “Before Alfred has to come get us?”

“Maybe I’ll be less venomous if you let the subject drop and leave me alone!”

“Context would be nice, though.”

“Seriously guys, let’s go! Food!” Dick was once again ignored.

“Context is the last thing you need in this situation,” Marinette’s voice was suddenly soft, her arms dropping to her sides. “We’ve had this conversation so many times in so many now-deleted timelines. Just drop it this time.”

“If those timelines are now-deleted, then I obviously don’t remember what’s so bad about telling me why you’re acting like I’m some hated family member you’re avoiding!”

Silence.

Pure. Fucking. Silence. As they all watch with front row seats as Marinette flinches at the word ‘family’.

Pure silence as Constantine’s shoulders drop at the sight of her flinch, realization slapping itself on his face.

“No.”

“See? I fucking knew you would— that this would happen. This always happens, you always hate finding it out, but you’re so— so stubborn!” Marinette was blinking away tears, digging in her pockets and bringing out Kaalki’s glasses. “You’ll drop it now, at least. You always do.”

“Now what is that supposed to mean?” Constantine rubbed his forehead, still trying to sort through his amalgam of emotions. Marinette just shook her head, turning to Kaalki.

“Do you mind showing Monsieur Constantine the way out, Kaalki? I’ll grab you a load of sugar cubes afterward.”

“No, wait, hang on a second!”

A portal opened up under him, making John “Stubborn Idiot” Constantine drop ten feet down onto the hardwood, polished floor of his house. His bruised tailbone would take a while to heal, but his frazzled mind was by far the more concerning development. He staggered to his feet, reaching for the nearest bottle of tequila.

“Ugh, fuck my damn life.”

— * — * — * — * — *

“Marinette..?” Damian nudged the girl with his shoulder, frowning. It was after dinner that same day, and as much as he hated to admit it he had grown to actually like having her around. She was a good friend to have. And seeing her slumped back on one of their sofas, sketchbook covering her face and not a single rambling conversation to be had or heard? It was very concerning. She just made a groaning sound to answer him, prompting his frown to deepen. “Are you alright?”

“I just can’t believe that such a sweet, adorable thing like you is half made up of Constantine’s genes,” Jason mused bluntly from the opposite couch, where he tossed a rubber ball up and down out of boredom. “But now I see where you get all of your Disaster Bi-ness from.”

“Shut uuuuup,” She groaned, chucking her sketchbook at him. He caught it in midair, replacing his rubber ball with it and tossing it up and down in the air. “I’m just frustrated. This timeline is still perfectly stable, so I can’t erase it. And I can’t exactly ask ‘hey, can someone commit a horrid atrocity that makes this timeline split from the main one so that I can erase it and we can start over from four months ago?’ because that would be horribly irresponsible of me. But seriously, Jason. If you’re gonna ever commit, like, city-wise arson? I’d probably condone it right now if only so I have an excuse to use time travel to get out of this situation.”

“Not committing arson unless you give me a better reason for it, Pigtails.”

“Damn.”

“But are you okay?” Damian asked again, seeing as she had completely ignored him.

“I’m fine, Damian,” she finally sighed. “And I know how this is gonna go. He’s going to totally ignore me now, until we meet during some magical crisis and he only interacts with me when necessary. Then he pretends we never met, we have a private little one-sided whisper-argument about how he will never make a good father figure and I would be better off leaving him alone, blah blah blah. Avoidance is a coping mechanism I guess I inherited from him.”

“Guess it’s a good thing I’m trying to bite that in the bud then, eh?” Marinette startled out of her sitting position, seeing John stumble into the room…

Drunk off his ass. But apparently still at least mildly coherent.

“I agree with deleted-me’s, I’m not gonna be a dad. Not me,” he tripped, landing on his still-bruised ass and hissing in pain before continuing from the floor; “So if you’re looking for another Daddy dearest, that ain’t me.”

“See, I knew this is how you’d—”

“Let me finish,” he interrupted. “I don’t know how long the booze is gonna last and I need it’s courage here. ‘Kay? ‘Kay. Where was I? Right. But I know magic, ya know. The kind that doesn’t rely on little bobblehead gods to do. I got— like, a million books. Shit ton of books. At my place. Ya can read ‘em. My books. At my place. But I ain’t gonna parent, but I can lend ya books. Maybe give magic advice. Teach a little. Little bit. Didn’t think I’d have a child, but apparently I do and she’s the fuckin’ grand guardian and a damn hero, and I don’t know how the fuck I was able to help make someone like that. But whatever, it’s not like the world’s ever fuckin’ been easy on me,” He pulled out a sample-sized bottle of whiskey from one of the pockets on the inside of his trench coat and chugged it. After a brief wince and hiss at the burn, he kept rambling. “My door’s open, is what I’m tryin’ to say. No guarantee I’ll be in any state to talk to when you walk through it, but it’s open.”

Deciding to steadfastly ignore the tears streaming down her face, Marinette just swallowed thickly and nodded.

“I, uh. I think I can work with that.”

John barely made it to the nearby bin in time to vomit into it.

— * — * — * — * — *

I hate my imagination sometimes, guys. I started imagining a convo between Mari and Constantine at like 4am and it wouldn't leave me alone until I got it down. but by the time I wrote it, I kinda forgot like 60% of the original convo and just winged it. And this was born. I 100% blame @multifandomscribette because their Bio!dad John Constantine headcannons are amazing and even though this isn't in that universe, those headcannons are exactly what inspired this. So blame them, lol.

[littlegodzilla]

Are you cum? Daryl Dixon x Reader.

One short- Daryl Dixon x Reader.

M, smutt, shower sex, oral sex, rude sex…

Hi! Thi is my first story here on tumblr and in english, I'm sorry if it's a mess because english is not my first language and I'm a little nerveous.

Okay so… I hope you enjoy this!

Your comments and advice would help me a lot for future projects, thank you!

You've spent all day outside the prison; killing zombies, hunting for dinner, fixing the fence. You're exhausted. You came home almost at night, cooked dinner with Carol, talked to Rick and Glenn about the upcoming guards, then talked and laughed with Beth and Maggie, but you were getting sleepy and needed to take a shower before going to your cell and sleep.

You are now in the prison showers, you will take a quick shower as you have no hot water and it is not yet warm enough to be under water for long. You undress leaving your clothes aside, to wash them tomorrow when you wake up and leave the clean clothes near your shower, you turn on the water and you are surprised, it is warm, not too warm, but certainly nicer than the ice you showered with the day before. You smile as you stand under the water letting your muscles relax, letting the dirt from your skin leave your body and get lost down the drain. You sigh closing your eyes, wetting your hair as you hear the locker room door creak. You open your eyes, alert, almost gasping for breath trying to figure out who or what could have come in, yet the room seems quiet, you can only hear the water falling and your heart pounding.

You try to relax again, without giving importance to the noise, maybe it was the air that has moved the door, it does not close well so it is possible that it has only creaked in the breeze. But you turn quickly when you hear footsteps coming towards you. You freeze to discover him there, staring at you with a frown on his face, his eyes dwarfed. Daryl stares at you so hard it seems to pierce through you. You cover your body with your hands. He has never stared directly at you. In fact; he seems to hate you. Whenever you are near he growls, snorts like a cat and turns away, as if your presence bothers him deeply. But you like him very much. Since you joined the Atlanta group, Daryl caught your attention like a bird to a cat, but he soon made it clear to you that he wasn't interested in you, anyways, you've even started to feel that the hunter seems interested in Carol so you have nothing to do, but.... Why is he there, why is he looking at you so intensely? He advances two more steps towards you and instinctively you step back. Daryl snorts and his brow furrows.

"Are you afraid of me?" his voice sounds hoarse, raspy, you quickly shake your head.

"N...no...just.... What are you doing here?" you ask, your voice trembling, the water is back on you, a few strands fall down your face, but you watch perfectly as Daryl removes his vest and shirt. Your breath is abruptly cut off as you see his fingers travel to his own pants unbuttoning them.

"I've been waiting for you." He says in a low tone as he removes his boots and stands completely naked in front of you.

You have to admit, you didn't expect that. Your mouth goes dry as your eyes roam all over his body with curiosity and hunger, he is somewhat slender for how strong and broad his shoulders, chest and abdomen are worked, but without being exaggerated, long and muscular legs and... wow, you had to admit he's well endowed. He's not fully erect, just standing up shyly, waving and yet his size is interesting. You watch as his hand closes around his cock, touching himself a couple of times, making it grow faster as he moves closer towards you. Your back hits the shower wall, you can no longer run away. Daryl's hands block your escape by trapping you between his body and the shower, water is pouring down on him, but he doesn't seem to mind. His blue gaze dilates, his color becoming darker now that he has you close to him. You want to say something, you want to stop him, but he leans in and catches your mouth with his. You gasp.

Daryl's mouth catches your lips without permission. He devours your mouth, his tongue flaring out, tangling with yours, tearing a surprised moan from you. His teeth bite your lips, battering them, swelling them, leaving them red with each new dominant kiss. His body clings completely to yours, one of his hands closes around your hair and tugs at it. A new moan dies from your mouth to his. You feel his hands tremble as they caress your waist, moving tentatively up to your chest. His fingers close over your skin, massaging and rubbing each breast, he opens his fingers and traps your nipples, pinching, tugging gently at them. You pull away from his mouth moaning, throwing your head back at the sensation.

Daryl leaves your mouth to run his lips across your chin, down your neck, shits on your collarbone and his fingers squeeze your chest again. You open your eyes wide as Daryl pulls away from your body and spins you around. You turn off the shower water and he forces you a little away from the wall, leaning you forward. You obey by placing your hands on the tile, your whole body is trembling as you position yourself just as he is guiding you, exposing yourself to him by spreading your legs a little to find the most comfortable balance. You feel Daryl's hands down your back, caressing, pressing against your skin. He reaches up to your ass and you feel his hands trembling. You are a little surprised, it seems to be something new to him. You want to say something to lighten the mood or for him to just fuck you and not mess around so much, but before you can open your mouth, Daryl has knelt behind you and his tongue brushes your folds awkwardly. You jump at the feel of him, gasp in surprise and spread your legs a little wider. His tongue is clumsy at first, but he quickly finds the rhythm and the way to make your legs tremble and a moan escapes your mouth.

His tongue runs up and down your folds, his hands rest on the inside of your thighs and he spreads your labia a little with his thumbs. You moan louder when the tip of his tongue presses against your entrance, it pushes wanting to enter, but only dilates you a little to pull it out again and run down your pussy to your clit.

"Daryl!" you moan his name as his lips close around your swollen muscle.

The archer responds with a grunt. He licks, sucks on your clit, his tongue licking all over your wetness again. The wet sound of his mouth devouring you echoes throughout the locker room turning you on more and more. Your breath hitches as, without his mouth neglecting your clit, his fingers part your folds and he slips one of them inside you. Your moan is much louder and you wiggle your hips against his finger desperately, wanting more. He moves his finger almost at the same time as his mouth continues to torture you. In and out, he twists it and tries to go as deep as possible. Your body does not stop trembling. The pleasure runs through you, the heat rises from your pussy to your head making you dizzy. You clench your toes and lean your forehead against the wall looking for a new stability when another finger thrusts inside you, dilating you carefully, making circles, looking for your orgasm and you have to admit that you are much closer than you think to get it.

"Oh fuck! There...! Right there!". You scream throwing your hips back again. His fingers curl touching your spot and your head spins. Pleasure swirls in your lower belly announcing what's about to happen.

"Cum for me..." you hear him say in a husky voice and you can't stop yourself.

Your orgasm hits you hard. You arch your back, stand slightly on tiptoe and scream as the pleasure rushes through you, giving you goose bumps. Daryl continues to move his fingers inside you lengthening your climax, feeling your walls vibrate against his fingers and getting wetter and wetter. When your body stops trembling, he pulls his fingers out slowly and exchanges them for his tongue. You moan softly as he inserts it inside your vagina. He licks your fluid, runs along your walls, which continue to tighten with slight spasms. You moan again and he pulls away, getting in behind you.

Your whole body leans against the shower wall, you need a moment to get your head together, let the orgasm let you think and come to your senses. Daryl approaches you again. He pushes your wet hair away from your face and kisses you slowly, giving you a taste.

You gasp against his mouth, when it seems that your body is no longer going to collapse, you kiss him with the same intensity with which he kisses you. One of your hands tightens on the back of his neck, playing with his hair damp with sweat and the water from the shower that fell on his head a short while ago. Your free hand moves down to his still erect cock and you slowly massage it feeling it harden a little more if possible. Daryl grunts into your mouth, you smile and pull away biting his lip. You look at each other for a few seconds, your hand squeezes his cock once more and he gasps. You push him away, he takes a few steps back and now it's your turn to enjoy him a little.

You kiss him again, slowly, slowly, slowly, when Daryl tries to take control, you pull away going down his neck. You bite, lick and tug at his skin feeling it tighten under your mouth, he grunts and gasps, one of his hands tangles in your hair pulling it back a little. you gasp against his collarbone.

You kneel in front of him, his cock, swollen and fully hard in front of your eyes begins to leak pre-cum. You lick your lips and hold it by the base stroking it slowly before running the tip of your tongue over its head. Daryl's legs tremble at the feel of your tongue on his glans. You pick up his tip with your tongue, suck and lick making an obscene wet sound that causes Daryl to hold you tighter by your hair, but he doesn't force you, he keeps your head right where you want it to be, letting you enjoy what you are doing even though it is clearly torture for him.

Little by little you introduce it inside your mouth covering as much as possible, however the last piece you wrap your hand around it, squeeze gently and begin to move your mouth up and down his cock at the same time as your hand moves collecting your saliva, dripping it all over his cock. Daryl moans hoarsely, squeezes his hand tighter in your hair and his hips thrust for a second against your mouth slamming the tip of his cock against your throat. You moan low, vibrating the sound around his cock giving him new pleasure and he curses.

"Fuck, stop." Daryl says with frustration in his voice. "Get up." He orders you with a tone so low it slams directly against your clit.

You lick his entire erection once more, collect the pre-seminal fluid from his tip and slowly rise up leaning against his body. You seek his mouth and kiss him, Daryl grimaces as he tastes himself on your tongue and pulls you away from him to turn you around so you rest your hands against the shower wall again.

You bend your body, spread your legs apart and raise your ass a little, exposing yourself completely to him. You lick and bite your lips in anticipation, Daryl moves behind you, you feel his thumb sneak inside you a couple of times before parting your folds and guiding his cock into your vagina. Daryl thrusts slowly, you moan feeling his glans slip inside and stay that way for a moment. You gasp with some desperation, you want him to move, but the archer seems paralyzed, you feel his hands rest on your ass and he pushes some more. You look over your shoulder, discovering him totally focused on what he is doing. His eyes are on his own cock, how it loses itself between your folds, how your wet insides receive it tightly, slipping deeper. Daryl grunts like an animal before withdrawing almost completely. His hands now tighten on your hips and he thrusts violently becoming completely still inside you.

You cry out in pain and pleasure, throwing your head back. Your fingers curl into the wall, clawing, your hips thrust back wanting to feel him deeper. Daryl pulls back again long enough to thrust again, repeating the action several times, driving you wild. You moan loudly, moving in time with him, feeling him thrust his way inside you violently, pounding your insides deep, deep, deep. Pleasure courses through you both, Daryl keeps panting and moaning against the skin of your back. He rests his forehead on the center of your back and his thrusts begin to get faster but just as deep. One of his arms encircles your waist and his fingers touch and squeeze your swollen clit. You moan again in desperation, feeling that you are on the verge of another orgasm.

"Daryl!" you cry out his name almost as a warning.

"Cum." He orders you again and again his hips slow down giving hard thrusts inside you, his fingers never stopping moving over your clit. "Cum, I want to feel you cum." He gasps against your skin and bites the skin of your back.

You can't control yourself. Pleasure explodes violently inside you, rushes through you, your eyes close and your mind goes blank. The scream in your throat grows longer and more intense as Daryl moves quickly behind you again and cums hard and thick inside you. He stays pinned, deep, inside you, his fingers clenched tightly on your hips, his wet forehead pressed against your back.

And you open your eyes.

You startle on the bed in your cell. You open your eyes wide, feel your body throbbing, your breathing ragged and your panties completely wet. You need a moment to become fully aware of what has just happened. You've had a fantasy about Daryl, and not only that, you've managed to cum just by imagining it, which feels a little humiliating as you're completely soaked and uncomfortable inside your pants. You sit up a little on your bunk still feeling your heart racing. But you freeze as you realize that you are not alone.

You raise your head quickly to find Daryl standing in the doorway of your cell. He stands there watching you with his arms folded across his chest, his brow furrowed and his lips pressed tightly together. Panic sweeps through you as your breathing becomes nervous. Daryl pulls slightly away from the door frame as he snorts like a cat.

"Have you cum yet?" he asks you in a deep voice, in a hoarse whisper, however there is no excitement in his voice, rather he sounds angry.

"I..." You stammer, what exactly can you say?

"Next time be less noisy, I remind you that there is a baby here who needs to sleep." Daryl cuts you off and you lower your gaze in embarrassment. "Bitch." he growls one more time and then walks away, leaving you embarrassed and humiliated.

 He definitely hates you.

 If you have read this far, thank you very much! I hope you enjoyed it as much as I enjoyed writing it.

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[butwhyduh]

Last night thing

Jason todd x reader

Summary: he stopped you from stealing a $25,000 watch but missed something else. Part 2 to Late night Thing.

Warning: kidnap, fighting, smut

As Jason pulled up his pants and contemplated his life choices of sleeping with a beautiful thief on a rooftop, he came to a conclusion. You stole his damn tie clip. He had said that he would break your hand if you tried to steal it and dammit, you had. Somehow it simultaneously made him mad and horny. How the fuck had you managed that?

Jason knew that he wouldn’t find you that night. So he went back to his safe house to lick his wounded pride and plan his next move. He needed to get that clip back. It was a gift from Alfred and he would literally kill for it. Though he seriously doubted that he’d need to do that. And Jason would never admit it but he didn’t want to kill you.

He planned to find you sometime during the next week. His tie clip was expensive but not extraordinarily expensive but you had to find someway to sell it without him finding it, which would take time. Jason just didn’t know that it would be the next day that he would find you.

He heard that Bane was throwing his weight around in the drug trade for some damn reason. Wasn’t his venom addition enough for one man? So Jason was snooping around, or investigating as the bats liked to say. He fully expected a boring night of listening in a warehouse for hours and learning very little but instead almost fell through the glass at the sight before him.

You were strapped to a chair with rope. The pretty dress you wore the night before was in tatters but you were covered. Your eyes were red and your nose had dried blood underneath it. You were shivering like a leaf.

“I’m not here to negotiate with you. I’m here for Cat Woman. You are her child and she will come or you will die,” Bane said casually. You gasped.

“She’s going to be mad. Why would she work with you after this?” You asked, braver than you felt. He turned and coldly looked at you before stalking over. His giant fingers wrapped around your throat and you thrashed in the chair.

Jason stood up and moved to jump into the fight despite the fact that he really didn’t want to fight the brute. But Bane let you go and you audibly gasped and sucked air through open lips. You trembled and heaved.

“If she does not care about you, I will move on to her next kitten,” he said and you gulped. You didn’t know if she would save you. Jason looked through the room for a strategy. 2 exits and the skylight he currently looked through. 3 goons that he could easily take out. Oh, and a 300 pound juiced up super soldier. That broke Batman’s back years ago. Fuck.

“Let me go and I’ll do anything you want,” you said and even Jason up high in the rafters could hear the waver in your voice. Bane turned and stared at you and your mind almost couldn’t comprehend the massive size of him. He was easily half a foot taller than Red Hood and almost 100 pounds heavily and Red Hood towered over you.

“What could I possible want from you,” he asked with an icy curiosity. He was watching you for a reaction. You wanted to shrink away but that would be a failure.

“Anything you could want. Information,” you suggested. “About Gotham.”

“I have my sources.”

“Uhhh,” you breathed. “Gems? Money?” He shook his head. Your heart hammered in your chest. He was a man, right? You could sell that maybe? “Me?” You breathed.

He laughed before looking you up and down. “I do not want you carnally, child,” he said. You almost sagged in relief and Jason’s hand released the gun he didn’t know he was holding. “No. We will wait for Cat Woman and if she doesn’t come in 2 days, you are dead.”

You hummed in fear. Bane sat crossed legged and closed his eyes. He threatened to kill you and then fucking meditated. You helplessly pulled at the ropes on your wrists.

Jason tried to piece together how you got there and how to get you out. He knew that he couldn’t exactly call Bruce. ‘Hey dad, do you want to fight the guy who broke your back over a thief he has tied up. Why? I don’t know! I just like fucking her on rooftops!’ Never saying that.

Nope. Instead he would attempt stealth. Against one of the best trained fighters in the world for a woman that robbed him. Yea, maybe Jason should have stayed 6 feet under because he’s a fucking idiot. He sighed before slowly moving towards them. Bane was sitting cross legged with his eyes closed in a meditation back to you.

You suddenly saw Jason out the corner of your eyes and your eyes widened before going back to normal. Bane didn’t seem to notice the slight change in your breathing. Jason snuck over to untie you. He slowly pulled the rope from around your wrists and you were almost completely untied when the end of the rope barely grazed the ground.

Bane snapped his head around as Jason drew his guns. You gasped as Bane launched himself towards Jason. You ripped your hand out of the rope as bullets flew. You scrambled to the floor but was quickly pulled up by the giant man. He clutched you by the shoulder and you whimpered in pain. Jason suddenly froze.

“This is far more interesting that I first thought. I looked for a cat and found a bat,” he laughed. You squirmed in pain. He sat you down but the hand stayed on your shoulder.

“She’s not important. Let her go,” Jason said. The metallic voice from his helmet sounded bored.

“If she is unimportant, she is better off dead,” he said roughly pulling you in his arms and one hand gently wrapped around your throat but didn’t tighten it. You grabbed at his fingers and sobbed pathetically. Your eyes were wide and terror was plain on your face.

“Let’s not. Put the lady down and we can talk,” Jason said and it was weird to see Red Hood negotiating. He was usually the muscle in the situation. It really showed you how fucked you really were.

“Okay I’m intrigued. I will hear your proposal,” he said sitting you down. You scampered behind Jason. Your whole body trembled.

“I know Gotham underground better than you ever will. Sorry but you’re scary as shit but not in a good way,” he said with a shrug. If you didn’t know any better, he seemed casual. “I can get you the venom you need. No cost for a while.”

“How long,” Bane asked. He was the kind so get all the facts before proceeding. He also had the weakness of being completely addicted to venom.

“A months worth.”

“6 months.”

“3 months.”

“Deal. If you break this deal I will crush her windpipe with my hand,” he said with no emotion. It was a promise, not a threat. Jason felt you move closer to him.

“Deal,” Jason agreed. Bane moved closer and you clung to Jason. You were clinging to Red Hood. How pathetic. Jason stood taller and stared at Bane. They shook hands.

Suddenly Bane slapped Jason violently across the face and you yelped. Jason went to the ground but quickly got up to a defensive crouch. You jumped in front of him with your heart beating so fast you would soon faint.

“For invading my space and my business,” Bane said before walking away. “Leave.” He didn’t turn to watch.

You noticed a little crack in the Red Hood helmet. How hard did Bane hit him? Jason stood up and pulled you out of the warehouse with him. He quickly grabbed you and shot his grappling hook out of the area. About half a mile away, he landed on a building. You clung to him and trembled.

“Hey, you’re safe,” he said. “You can let go.”

You pulled off but shivered like a leaf.

“Shit, you’re cold. Here. Here,” he wrapped his jacket around you and it helped your temperature but not your shivering. “Come here,” he pulled you in his arms and you clung. His heartbeat felt reassuring and he awkwardly patted your hair. You could tell Jason wasn’t used to providing comfort.

“He- he,” you started but stopped. “Can we go somewhere safe?”

“Come on downstairs. This is my place,” he said and you nodded. You followed him inside and it was far warmer but you couldn’t stop the shaking. His jacket was replaced by a blanket and Jason sat you on the couch. The helmet came off but domino stayed on. You practically climbed on his lap to be closer. Your eyes were still wide with horror.

You’d been arrested, harassed, even shot at. But never kidnapped like that. And by the giant Bane at that. Jason could feel the fear and adrenaline coming off of you. He rubbed your back softly. You looked up at him suddenly after a few minutes.

“You saved my life. You put yours in danger to save mine,” you breathed. He shrugged, a little uncomfortable under your gaze. “Thank you,” you added.

“Uh you’re welcome. It’s no biggie.”

“Yes it is,” you said before kissing him. Your pace was dizzying and rough. Jason was in shock at first. Your hands roamed his body before dropped down to his belt and he almost jolted up.

“Not today,” he said, stopping your hand. “I mean, normally I’d love to but not now. Give it a few days.”

“Why?” You said with your voice all breathy. Your lips were swollen and eyes dark and he almost gave in.

“You were just kidnapped. You need sleep. Not sex,” he said sliding away from you. “Are you hungry?”

“Wh- you don’t think I could want you?”

“I’m not in the mood. Almost getting killed by Bane really kills the urge,” he lied. If he thought you were in your right mind, he would have fucked you on the rooftop or against the first surface he found. You jumped in front of Bane for him. He found it all incredibly hot. “You need a shower anyways.”

It was cold and cruel but better than sleeping with a traumatized woman. You shook and nodded before using his shower. Jason felt twinges of guilt but ignored them. He knew it was better this way.

You came in nothing but his t shirt that hung like a dress. “Nothing else fit,” you said awkwardly. He could see the scars that covered your legs and bruises around your throat.

“We can lay in bed,” Jason said just as awkwardly. He might know what to do with a woman who wants to fuck him but not just one sleeping over. “For sleeping.”

“Don’t worry. I won’t try anything,” you said with a little smile and he smiled back. You both laid in the bed and it wasn’t long until you pressed your back against his chest and pulled his arms around you. He was strong and safe. You managed to sleep all night with the anticipated nightmares. They had time later to come up. When you weren’t cradled in his arms.

The next morning you woke up warm. The rise and fall of his chest was comforting. His hand held your waist loosely and you could seriously just stay in this moment. But as soon as you moved, you almost giggled like a teenager. He was hard and pressed against your ass.

“Ignore that,” he mumbled.

“Okay... how?” You said after a few seconds. “Because it’s pretty unforgettable for the man I like to sleep with to have his hard dick pressed against my ass. Have to say.”

“We only did it once in a rooftop. Was it that unforgettable?” He said and you could hear the smirk he wore.

“It was alright,” you said playfully but you couldn’t help but press back into him. Jason grabbed your hip to stop you.

“Trying to get me horny?”

“I think you already are.”

“That’s true,” he said before grinding against your ass. You pushed back to do your own rubbing. “And you’re not even wearing any panties,” he said bunching up the fabric of his shirt you wore. He slapped your ass soundly and you gasped.

“What was that for?”

“My tie clip. I hope you still have it,” he said before slapping your ass again. You reached behind you to grasp his cock through his sweatpants.

“I’ll get it back to you,” you said. His pants were pushed down. Jason hummed and rubbed his dick between your thighs. You sighed at the sensation and arched your back so he was sliding between your folds instead.

“You’d better,” he growled but it had no true heat. Not when he was so close to finally fucking you and had his lips leaving little marks on your shoulder and neck. You tried to press back onto him but he stopped your hips.

“Do you deserve it,” he asked running a finger along your hip, every once in a while dipping between your thighs to barely touch your clit. You jumped and grabbed at his wrist to hold him there but he just chuckled and moved away from where you needed him. His thrusting between your folds felt amazing but not enough and he was purposefully avoiding sliding in your hole. Jason quite liked the way your body panted and curved in desperation.

Finally feeling that you had been tortured enough, and he wanted in your wet heat, he pressed his hips forward and filled you. You whimpered and leaned your head back against him.

“Yes,” you breathed. Jason took his time slowly thrusting, letting you fill his full length. His free hand moved from pinching your nipple to circling your clit. You were practically clenching him from the start and he loved it. You were so receptive.

It didn’t take long for him to find a pattern that just got you a little more vocal and focused on that. “God, you’re fucking wet,” he breathed in your ear and you whimpered. You seemed to like what he had to say.

“Taking me so well. Acting like such a good girl,” he said and you breathed out a “Hood” in response. Oh yeah, you didn’t even know the name of the man that you let fuck you. You trusted him enough to sleep in his bed and you’d never even seen his eyes.

His finger circling your clit and cock angled to drag along your g spot had you seeing stars as you came around him. Jason grunted and held your hips tight before quickly pulling out to cum on your ass. He looked as the pretty white beads covered your skin. He wasn’t forgetting that image any time soon. He reached for a towel to clean you up.

Afterwards you turned in his arms and kissed him soundly before lying your head on his chest. You reached up to play with his hair with a little smile on your face. Jason could get used to this. As soon as he thought it, he had the urge to jump up and kick you out. He didn’t do permanent. You were just having fun.

“I need a shower,” he said roughly, getting up. Jason couldn’t help but notice the disappointment on your face that you quickly hid.

“I should get going before my walk of shame gets any later,” you said with an awkward laugh.

“Borough anything you need,” he said before disappearing into his bathroom. While in the shower he had time to think. Yeah, I’m totally not broken to be cool with fucking a woman but not being able to hold her. Not a sign of being fucked up at all, Jason thought. Probably got that from Bruce. Though my real dad probably did it too.

He came out of the bathroom with a towel around his waist and immediately saw a note on the bed.

Had fun, Hood. We should do it again sometimes, (your number)

💕 Kitten

His tie clip was set underneath it. Jason smiled. Okay, this could be fun. He was young and sowing wild oats or whatever, right?

There was no way this could go wrong, right?

[buckyownsmylife]

Somewhere only we know - Steve Rogers/Reader/Bucky Barnes smut

The one where your married best friends ask you for an anniversary gift: for you to sleep with them.

Warnings: poliamory, squirting, p in v, p in a, threesome, anal fingering, oral (f, m, performed by m and f), dirty talk, curse words.

A/N: Prompts for today were Double penetration + squirting. I really, really loved creating this universe where Bucky and Steve were married and I loved this reader, so I think I might be adding more fics about their relationship in the future.

Bucky’s P.O.V.

I could see that she was nervous. Even if I wasn’t one of her bestfriends (or a trained killing machine), it was pretty obvious by the way she was biting on her lower lip and avoiding both mine and Steve’s eyes.

She’d never been timid around us before. In fact, I couldn’t even remember a single time I’d seen this spitfire of a woman silent, much less uncomfortable. She just had this way about her, this confidence about who she was and of her own worth that stopped anyone who might try to treat her like something simple. She really was anything but.

Which is why the way she was behaving, so out of character for both herself and our relationship, brought a heavy weight to my heart.

“Sweetheart,” I called out, approaching where she was sitting on mine and Steve’s bed before stroking her cheek softly, silently asking her to look me in the eyes again. “You know you can say no, right? We don’t want to do anything you’re uncomfortable with. You’re way more important to us than our attraction to you and this silly fantasy that we created.”

I watched as she blinked twice, and from the corner of my eye, I can see Steve approaching, suddenly catching onto the change of circumstances. Bless his heart, as much as he truly loved this girl, he really was an airhead when it came to women and their feelings, always needing Y/N to spell out what was going on in her life for him to understand that something was wrong. But what he suffered in distraction, he certainly compensated in his caring heart.

I knew better than anyone how my husband could be when he deeply loved someone, and I also knew just how deep both of our feelings ran for her.

“He’s right, Y/N.” The bed dipped as he sat on her other side, reaching for one of the hands on her lap to run his thumb over the back of it. “If you’re worried about finding us another anniversary gift, you can always relent and give me your brownie recipe.”

She snorted, and just that silly sound had the tension on my shoulders suddenly disappearing, a silly smile opening up as I realized that I just might have read her wrong in the midst of my own nervousness over what we were about to do.

“I don’t know what’s more stupid, the fact that you both think I don’t want this or that you actually believe I’d ever give you my family recipe, Stevie.” The words were said in her usual non-bullshit tone and just like that, we were all back to being bestfriends and not a couple about to fuck their closest friend. We laughed, and Steve and I took the opportunity to graze our eyes over her body, tonight clad in a little summer dress that really had no reason to be as tempting as it looked, but the truth was that anything she wore enticed me. 

God, how I wanted her.

She drew in a sharp breath before finally spilling out, “I'm just nervous, that’s all. And maybe a little bit confused. Like, what is this? Something to spice up your decades old relationship? How did you even come to decide on doing this with me? Don’t you think it’s going to ruin our friendship? What about…?”

Steve and I exchanged one of our significant looks before he swiftly covered her mouth with his palm, effectively silencing her. “Calm down, doll. Deep breaths. Of course it won’t ruin our friendship.”

I stopped then, opting to let my husband take the lead of the conversation. Y/N’s eyes followed mine, although her head was somewhat restricted by the weight of Steve’s hand, and she raised an eyebrow in curiosity when he opened his mouth only to close it a few times.

“This isn’t just an… exotic experience to us,” he started, and I nodded in agreement. “We’ve actually been thinking about opening our relationship to embrace one other person for sometime now.”

Her eyes grew huge, the weight of our words clearly surprising her. It was silent in the room for a while when she didn’t immediately offer any response, until my stupid boy realized he still had his hand over her lips, obstructing her speech.

“Sorry,” he sheepishly smiled, making her roll her eyes but smile back at him with fondness. God, how I loved them. My heart pounded desperately against my chest, terrified of her reaction, fiercely hopeful to have her as mine too.

“For how long?” Was her question when she finally was free to speak, and I chuckled lowly, my eyes never straying from hers.

“Ever since we met.”

Y/N’s P.O.V.

My breath hitched as I felt like my heart stopped beating for a few seconds, Bucky’s words barely processing in my swirling brain. I didn’t know what to say, which was never a good thing when it came to me, but how could one so simply deal with the fact that her married best friends who she had secretly longed for had been interested in her all this time? 

So all it came out of my mouth was, “You’re telling me we’ve all been crushing on each other for three fucking years and you only now got the courage to talk to me about it? And using sex as an excuse?” I scoffed, crossing my arms while fake pouting. “I expected more from the both of you, seriously.”

Their roars of laughter were just breathy enough for me to know that they had been nervously anticipating my reaction, which was understandable. For all the hard time I was giving them, I knew how… peculiar this entire situation was, and I couldn’t really say I’d behave any differently if I was in their shoes.

“Well, you know…” One of Steve’s fingers trailed down my jaw before turning my head to face him, and I fucking shivered at how the stupidly simple touch ignited fire in my veins. “It is a decades-long marriage. We couldn’t just very well open it to someone who we didn’t really know and love, just because we were attracted to her.”

“And believe me, sweetheart…” This time, it was Bucky’s voice talking by my ear and Bucky’s fingers tracing over my exposed collarbones, before he leaned down to place a sweet kiss between them. “We’ve been dreaming about fucking you senseless ever since we met.”

A beat as I let their words rush simmer the arousal built inside of me. “Well, don’t you fellas know just how to get a woman going?” Another pair of breathless chuckles, this time for a completely different reason, and I felt Steve squeeze the hand he still held in his.

“Can we kiss you, sweetheart?” He asked, and I found myself swooning - not for the first time - under the blue of his eyes, a soft smile on my lips before I licked them in preparation, quickly nodding.

“Yes,” I breathed out, my gaze falling down to his beautifully pink lips. “Please,” I urged, ignoring the cheshire cat grin that took over his entire face when he realized just how desperate I was for them.

Kissing Steve was everything I thought it would be, except reality felt nicer than even my most realistic dreams. His lips were soft against mine, slowly taking control of our movements before prying them open to accept his tongue.

He tasted like the wine we had shared and I was hooked already. But then a rough beard tickled my neck as Bucky nuzzled his face against it, and I turned around to grant him the same treatment, excited to know how he tasted too.

He was more eager, his hand quickly pulling me by my nape to meet his mouth as mine cradled his face. Instinctively, I knew that despite his rough ways, he liked to be touched softly, and that only became more obvious when I let my own hands fall to the back of his neck, scratching the skin there with care.

Steve’s P.O.V.

I watched with fascination as my husband fell apart in Y/N’s soft hands, my pants growing more uncomfortable each second. A strangled moan escaped Bucky’s lips and I knew he had his tongue inside her mouth now, exploring her sweet taste just like I’d been doing just minutes before.

By the way he easily pulled her to sit on his lap, it was clear that he enjoyed it, just like I did. She was straddling him now, and it didn’t take much longer on their makeout session for her to start unconsciously rubbing herself over his crotch.

My mouth watered at the thought of him being half as hard as I was. Automatically, my hand went over the bulge on my jeans, palming it, feeling it without any urge to take care of myself whatsoever. I knew there was a long night of exploration ahead of us and I wanted it to be the best any of us had ever had.

So I started by massaging Y/N’s scalp, a reminder for her to pull away and breathe, because I was desperate to have a taste of my husband. “Do you mind scooting over, darling? I want to show you something.”

She went without resistance, resuming her previous spot in our bed while I sank down to my knees in front of Bucky, who looked at me with lust-filled eyes and reddened lips that I briefly kissed before my hands made quick work of the fly on his jeans.

“Stand back and watch the show,” I whispered, winking at her when she gasped as Bucky’s cock became visible and I immediately went to work, my lips stretching to accommodate his thickness even after so many years on my knees for him. Even only half-hard, he was still impressive, and it only took a few bobs of my head for him to grow to his complete size.

“Fuck.” I let go of Bucky’s cock with a pop to look at Y/N, who had made herself comfortable by our headboard and now had her fingers under the skirt of her dress, her eyes going from my mouth to the member I still held in my close fist.

“Now, we didn’t say you could touch yourself, did we, pretty girl?” I smacked my lips as I crawled on top of the bed to kiss her before making my way back, Bucky and I exchanging a few loving glances as we undressed in front of her. Then, he beckoned her to the edge of the bed before signaling for her to raise her arms before taking off her dress, leaving her in just her panties.

My eyes were immediately attracted to her breasts, admiring the weight, the aureolas. I itched to suck on one of her nipples, maybe while Bucky did the same on the other, but for now, I knew he had other pressing needs, so I just knelt once more, taking her underwear with me until she was completely bare in front of us.

Y/N’s P.O.V.

I saw Bucky exchange another silent conversation with Steve before his husband nodded, climbing on the other side of the bed while the brunette man came to stand by the foot of it. “Lay down,” he ordered, already wrapping a hand around my ankle and tugging, forcing me to do as he said. “Spread those legs.”

Man, I liked this dominant Bucky.

He noticed my staring, suddenly realizing the reason for my fascination, but instead of apologizing, he just smirked. “I’ve been dying to taste that pussy,” was his admission, and suddenly there was no more air in my lungs. Steve’s chuckle right by my ear made me realize that they both could see right through me, and so I surrendered, opening my legs and exposing just how wet this situation had made me. 

“How long has it been since you’ve eaten pussy?” I blurted out, honestly curious and so fucking horny I couldn’t even find it in myself to be embarrassed. I was expecting a few laughs, but to my surprise, the response I got was a very serious, “For how much I enjoyed it, too fucking long. Come here.”

Once again, he didn’t give me a chance to obey him, instead pulling me even further down so his face was just inches away from my glistening cunt, and the feeling of his hot breath over it had me panting in anticipation.

But of course, I should have known that Bucky Barnes would be a fucking tease. 

“You smell so sweet,” he murmured against the soft skin on the inside of my thighs, where he kissed and licked and sucked while Steve deposited sweet, wet kisses over my chest before finally wrapping his beautiful lips on one of my nipples.

“Ste-Steve…” I moaned, buring my fingers on his locks so I could pull them while chasing away his teeth when he released one of my breasts in search of the other. “Fuck, then why are you teasing me so much?” I asked Bucky, trying to get him to come closer to where I was dripping for him, but he only looked up at me with those mischievous fucking eyes.

“It’s called building anticipation, darling.” 

I honestly didn’t care for it.

“If you touch me right fucking now, I’ll let you do anything to me. Both of you.” That caught their attention. I watched Bucky lift his head to meet his husband’s gaze, another silent conversation between them before his eyes returned to me.

“Anything?” he confirmed, and my body shuddered in expectation.

“Anything.” He didn’t hesitate any longer after that, immediately diving in to taste my pussy with a hunger I had never witnessed in any of my past lovers. Or even in porn, actually. He moaned at the first taste of my wetness, and my thighs already trembled from the reverberations of that simple sound.

“So sweet,” he whispered, and then he was lapping me eagerly, and my moans were echoing around their bedroom before Steve pulled me to kiss him again. He liked to make out, I realized, starting to file my little discoveries for future reference.

Bucky’s P.O.V.

Fuck. I’d always liked to eat a girl out, I could remember that, but I swear, no one had ever tasted as good as the beauty I had sprawled out in front of me. Dipping my tongue in her hole one more, I hummed before lifting it to play with her little nub before repeating the process, making sure to nudge her clit with my nose when I was fucking her with my tongue.

A symphony of moans reached my ears, male and female intertwined, prompting me to open my eyes and trail them up Y/N’s body to find her and Steve kissing deeply. The sight made my heart grow twice its size, and I smiled against her cunt as I watched them make out while Steve slowly teased his own cock.

Of course, Y/N wouldn’t have it. Oh, no. The second she realized where his hand was, she wrapped hers over it, assuming the control over his movements until he allowed her to do as she pleased, letting his hand fall back on the bed.

“Actually, you know what?” She suddenly asked, sitting up before waving me off of her. I was about to complain, not ready to separate myself from her taste just yet, but that was until she flipped around and crawled between my husband’s legs, wrapping her hand on his boner before taking it into her mouth.

I was so completely taken away by how hot the whole image was - her on all fours, Steve with his head thrown back as the slurping sounds of her sloppy blowjob surrounded us - that I almost missed the fact that she was shaking her fantastic ass at me, presenting her pussy for me to feast upon again.

Guess I was doing something right, then. I buried my face in her cunt again, licking her from behind and rejoicing in this opportunity that I dreamed about for so long. I couldn’t even remember how many times both Steve and I had made each other cum just talking about what we would do if we ever got the chance to have her in bed with us, and now here we all were. Together.

Trailing my fingers up her thighs, I finally pushed two of them inside, swirling them around in an effort to find her sweet spot. I didn’t manage to locate it that easily, but I figured, we had time. For now, I had other plans in mind.

I collected some of her wetness with two of my fingers before raising them to circle her puckered hole, and she moaned in response to the new touch. Good. I wanted her to desire this as much as we did.

I slowly pushed a single finger in her ass, relishing in the way she thrust back against it, crying out around Steve’s cock. “That’s a good girl, taking my finger so easily inside this pretty little ass.” I had to slap one of her cheeks, I itched to see it bounce. She continued to move against my finger, so I figured it was safe to do the same.

Y/N’s P.O.V.

The second I felt Bucky’s finger inside my ass, I knew what the last silent conversation between him and the man whose cock was currently between my lips was about. And I couldn’t wait for it.

“Bucky, please…” I released Steve’s beautiful cock momentarily, too overcome with desire to be able to suck on it properly. “Please, give me another.” Abruptly, his lips left mine, and I looked over my shoulder to find him staring at me with wide eyes.“Oh, fuck, I wanna hear you moan my name again.”

“Put another finger in my ass and I will.” He didn’t wait another minute before doing just so, and I fucking cried out at the feeling of being stretched open, already yearning for the feeling of one of their cocks replacing Bucky’s fingers.

“Fuck, Y/N, I had no idea you were so into this. I love the way you look with my fingers deep inside your ass.” Fucking hell, Bucky’s mouth was just sinful. And he got his wish, because as I fucked myself back into his fingers, all I could say were versions of his name, under Steve’s watchful gaze. His cock throbbed in his fist, and that’s when I took it upon myself to stop Bucky’s actions.

“Okay, okay. Fuck, I need you inside of me right now. Both of you.” Steve reached out to pull me over his lap, so I was straddling him, and I took the opportunity to once again substitute his hand with mine, lightly jerking him off as I heard Bucky look around for some lube.

“Are you sure you can take us?” I cocked an eyebrow at the blond man underneath me, a true work of art. I wanted to play it off as irritated, but I could only find giddiness inside of me over everything that was happening, so I leaned down and captured his lips with mine, releasing his cock to rub myself against it.

“Just get inside of me, will ya?” I rubbed the mushroom head against my clit before slowly sinking down on him, biting my lip at the beautiful moan Steve released upon feeling my walls clamping on him. And then I braced myself for Bucky’s cock.

Ironically enough, as I gasped from the feeling of being so amazingly filled, they both hissed, four hands pressing down on me in a clear sign that they were already dangerously close to coming. I inhaled sharply, taking sick pleasure on the burn of being so stretched out as I waited for them to start moving. And when they did, I simply let myself go, allowing them to use my body as they thought best.

“Fuck, darling, do you know how fucking great it fells to be inside of you?” Steve asked, his hands cradling my face to pull me into another breathtaking kiss. “You’ve been teasing us like hell all those years, we were going crazy.”

Steve’s P.O.V.

“He’s right, baby girl.” Bucky couldn’t take his eyes away from mine as he continued, “Do you know how many times I fucked Steve in this very bed, pretending you were here too?” The sounds that were escaping her were better than any music, and it was getting harder and harder to focus on not bursting inside of her tight, wet pussy.

Both Bucky and I had been wanting her for so long, the need to worship every inch of her body was strong inside of us, but hopefully, we’d have other opportunities to take our time. For now, I knew we needed her to cum, and soon.

I pressed her clit as Bucky’s hands went to graze her nipples before harshly pulling on them, and she sobbed as her hands covered ours. “Please don’t stop, please.” Fuck. Hearing her beg was torture, but the sweetest one possible.

“C’mon, sweetheart. Cum around our cocks like a good girl. Don’t you want to be our good girl?” The fact that those words were the ones who did it for her brought us excitement like nothing else. So much so that when she finally relaxed, falling against my chest, it only took a little incentive for us to meet our highs, too.

“Do you like that, doll? Do you like the idea of being ours? Our sweet, pretty girl?” Bucky was brushing her hair away from her face so we could get a better look of her, but all we got was another sob as she trembled in my arms. 

“Please be ours, sweetheart,” I urged, holding her face so she’d look me in the eyes. “Say you’ll be ours.”

“Fuck, yes, I’m yours, I’m yours.” As both of our cocks twitched inside of her, an explosion of wetness started to drip on the duvet underneath our bodies, all the while Y/N’s body kept trembling.

“Did you just… squirt?” My husband’s face was priceless, and I didn’t need to look down to know that his cock still hadn’t softened, despite the strengths of our orgasms.

“There’s a lot you still don’t know about me,” she yawned, adjusting her head on my chest, my cock still throbbing inside of her warm heaven. “Classes start in twenty minutes. The professor just needs a quick nap for now.”

➡ click here to read about the progression of their relationship

[invisibleanonymousmonsters]

All Men Have Limits - III

Character: Dick Grayson x Reader x Bruce Wayne

Summary: A certain bat believes that Y/N is in way over her head, that she’s too naive to act in her best interest. So, whether she wants it or not, the vigilante family is going to help and protect her before she gets herself killed.

Word Count: 3,500+

Previously on…

Bruce was having yet another night without sleep. It happened often. And similar to the rest of the family, he just learned to function on very few hours of sleep.

So, he decided to make his way down to the kitchen.

But as he walked down the long hallway of bedrooms, he noticed that Y/N’s door was open. He glanced inside to see that it was empty and her bed was still neatly made from this morning. 

He looked down at this watch to see that it was almost 5AM.

A part of Bruce expected to find Y/N snacking or drinking coffee. But she wasn’t in the kitchen either.

Bruce sighed, realizing where she’d be and made his way down to the cave.

He expected to find Y/N with her eyes bloodshot and shoulders hunched over at the computers.

What he didn’t expect was to find Y/N passed out, slouched in the chair, knees in her chest and head balanced on the palm of her hand. How her elbow stayed propped up on the arm of the chair was beyond Bruce.

He smirked at the sight.

Perhaps she’d been spending too much time around the Wayne family. She was starting to adopt their bad habit of exhausting themselves.

Bruce knew she would be irritated if he moved her. But, honestly, he didn’t really care.

Carefully, Bruce slipped his arms behind her back – separating her from the chair – and then behind her knees, slowly lifting her into his arms.

Even though the movement was extremely smooth, Y/N still stirred.

“I was just taking a cat nap,” Y/N mumbled, but couldn’t even open her eyes to make the argument compelling. “I’m still working.”

“No, you’re not. Time to get some sleep.”

“Mmmm. Fine,” she slurred and tucked her head into his neck.

Bruce wasn’t sure if her mind even put together that it was him carrying her.

But he savored the closeness as he carried her out of the cave and up the stairs to the second floor of the manor.

When they got to her bedroom, Bruce put her down on the bed so softly, that she didn’t even feel it. Then he bent down to take off her shoes and unfolded the covers to tuck her in.

Just as Bruce reached the door.

Y/N woke up slightly and muttered, “Night, Bruce.”

His hand froze on the doorknob. It was so quiet that he wasn’t even sure if he had imagined it. But he couldn’t find the courage to turn and face her.

So he shut the door and let her sleep.

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“Where’s Y/L/N?” Damian asked the table.

She usually ate breakfast with them.

“Still sleeping,” Bruce answered without looking up from the newspaper. “No one bother her today. She needs to rest,” that made him look up and give a warning look to Tim, Damian, and Dick.

Then Jason came stomping into the kitchen.

He grabbed a pastry and ate it standing up, getting crumbs all over the floor.

“Where’s ladylove?” He asked with his mouth so full that he looked like a chipmunk.

Bruce ignored him and looked back down at the paper.

But Dick frowned at him. “Don’t call her that.”

“What do you care?” Jason laughed.

Dick didn’t dignify the question with an answer. He just thrust his chair back and shoved Jason’s shoulder as he stormed past him.

“What’s his fucking deal?” Jason asked once he was out of ear shot.

“Watch your language,” Bruce warned with a glare from behind his paper.

Jason exhaled a laugh. “I’m not a kid. I also don’t live under your roof anymore.”

“And I consider that a gift,” Damian muttered loud enough for everyone to hear.

Jason smacked the back of his head.

Damian flew out of his seat and lunged for him. “I will end you, Todd!”

“Maybe when you hit puberty, demon spawn.”

“Damian!” Bruce shouted to get his son’s attention. His son snapped to attention. But then Bruce’s tone was eerily calm when he continued with, “Control your anger.”

It was something they’d been working on since Damian arrived at the manor. Bruce guessed that Damian would always have a temper. But he needed to learn how to control it. Through time and practice, he got better.

Damian took in a deep breath, but still looked like he wanted to murder Jason.

“I will be training,” Damian announced through an irritated sigh before leaving.

Bruce glared at Jason. “Don’t push him.”

“He started it.”

“You claim you’re not a kid, so don’t act like one.”

“Speaking of kids…” Jason started with a smile.

Bruce swiftly stood up. “Don’t even try.”

Then he was gone as well, leaving just Jason and Tim.

“Well, it appears everyone is in a rather bad mood this morning,” Jason joked.

But there was no response from Tim.

“Are you sleeping with your eyes open?!?” Jason yelled.

That woke up Tim and he jumped. “Huh? What?”  

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Y/N would’ve slept the whole day if she hadn’t smelled the coffee and breakfast.

She winced as she woke up to see if her mind was playing tricks on her.

But on top of her nightstand sat a beautiful, antique tray with a full American breakfast on it, a cup of water, a giant mug of coffee, and a little vase with a tiny flower in it – a single, pink peonie.

Y/N rubbed her eyes awake with a shy smile.

Alfred was way sneakier than she realized if he could bring in a full tray like this and not even wake her up. She must be far more exhausted than she originally thought.

But then a piece of paper caught her eye. A note.

Y/N reached for it.

In the neatest handwriting Y/N had ever seen, she read:

“Perhaps you should take the day to relax. I apologize for my behavior last night.”

Y/N snorted at the word ‘behavior.’ Everything he had done last night was passive. It was more of an energy and tension than actual behavior. But Y/N had to give him credit for being aware of it. He had annoyed her last night, especially when Dick somehow took the fall for her own actions regarding her own life.

She ate the food at a disturbingly fast rate, not realizing how starved she’d felt until taking the first bite.

She would definitely miss Alfred’s cooking when she finally left Wayne Manor… whenever the hell that would be.

Y/N hoped it was sooner rather than later.

‘No, you don’t. Liar.’ A voice said inside her head.

Once Y/N had finished eating at light speed, she threw on a pair of baggy jeans and a cropped sweatshirt. She grabbed her coffee and carried it through the hallway.

She heard typing coming from Bruce’s office. He hadn’t used the room since she starting stay at the manor. So, her curiosity got the best of her and she leaned into the doorframe.

Bruce was wearing a navy polo that fit tight on his toned body. He was behind the desk, typing on the computer with his brow folded in concentration.  

He immediately noticed her presence and looked up from his work.

“Hi,” she said shyly before she leaned her back into the doorframe and took a sip of coffee.

“Hi,” he smiled back.

“Thank you for the breakfast.”

Bruce leaned back in the chair and crossed his arms. “I can’t take credit for the actual cooking,” he admitted with a smirk.

“Oh, I know.” Then she looked around the study. “I was on my way to the cave when I heard you in here.”

Bruce frowned at that. “I thought you were going to take the day off.”

“I think you thought I was taking the day off.” Then she raised an eyebrow and glanced at all the work spread out on his desk. “Maybe you should take a break.”

“This is Wayne Enterprises, not my…nighttime…activities.”

Y/N shrugged and sipped more coffee. “Still work.”

Bruce rubbed his face. “Guess so.”

“I’ll make you a deal,” Y/N walked into the room and didn’t break eye contact. “If you take the day off, so will I.”

She expected Bruce to immediately shoot down her offer.

But he was smirking as he considered her proposition.

“Deal,” he told her before standing up and walking out from behind the desk.

He got unnecessarily close, invading her space.

Bruce held out his hand.

Y/N grinned at the formal gesture, but shook his hand.

But when their hands gripped together, the gesture no longer felt formal. It felt intimate. Y/N’s grin fell when she acknowledged it.

“What did you have in mind?” Bruce asked. He put his hands in the pockets of his slacks.

If he felt the same intimacy as she had, he didn’t show it.

Y/N cleared her throat. “How about something simple? Maybe a walk?”

Bruce nodded slowly. “A walk sounds good.”  

“Well, then what are we waiting for?” Y/N sassed.

He shook his head and almost rolled his eyes before gesturing to the door, silently telling her to go first.

Next thing Y/N knew, she was getting an informal tour of the grounds at Wayne Manor from the owner himself.

Y/N listened closely, genuinely finding all the history interesting. Bruce was surprisingly a good storyteller – even if he was more informative than colorful.

“I know you had a hard childhood. But it still must’ve been nice growing up in a place like this,” Y/N tried to tell him.

“I suppose so.”

He glanced at Y/N and found her giving him an encouraging look, as if she was silently begging him to say more, to share more.

But he left it at that.

“Damian is rather fond of animals. That’s why we updated the old outbuilding. He keeps his horses there…amongst other things.”

Y/N chuckled and nodded, “He was telling me about Batcow the other day.”

“I’m sure he wouldn’t appreciate me telling you this, but I think Damian has enjoyed having you around – all the boys have.”

Y/N hummed and turned to fully face Bruce. “And what about you? Have you enjoyed having me around?”

“Wayne Manor is the safest place for you right now.”

“That’s not what I asked, Bruce.”

But he already knew that.

Y/N waited. Because she wasn’t going to let him ignore her question.

“Dick has taken quite a liking to you,” Bruce said quietly.

“Don’t change the subject,” Y/N snapped.

He opened his mouth to continue, but she cut him off.

“We’re not talking about me and Dick. We’re talking about me and you.”

Bruce’s jaw tightened.

Y/n took a step closer to him. “Why did you kiss me the other night?”

He tilted his head to the side. “Did you not want me to?”

“What does it matter?” Y/N sighed and ran a hand through her hair. “I want to know what you’re thinking. I thought I put up walls. But you give me nothing, Bruce. Absolutely nothing. One second I think you see me as a nuisance, then the next you’re fucking kissing me.”

“You’re not a nuisance.”

“Oh, he speaks!” Y/N threw up her arms.  

“What do you want me to say, Y/N?” He asked evenly.

Always calm and collected. Overly polite. Controlled. Closed off.

“Forget it,” Y/N breathed and started walking back to the manor.

But after she was a few yards away, she realized she wanted to say one last thing and turned back around.

“Not that it matters. But I did. I did want you to kiss me.”

“Then why did you run away?” Bruce asked.

“Because I knew you would do it eventually. And I was trying to protect myself.”

-

So much for a “day off.” When Y/N was upset, she turned to her work to take her mind off of things. Was it denial? Was it displacement? She didn’t like to dwell on it. And most of the time, there was no one in her life to call her out for it.

Y/N thought she was emotionally distant, but Bruce won that race by a landslide. And she found it infuriating.

It was interactions like the one she just had that made Y/N think everything Dick tried to tell her about how Bruce saw her was utter bullshit.

Y/N arrived to the cave with an energy she was definitely not expecting.

Damian and Dick were training on the lower level while Tim and Jason observed from the sides.

Y/N had seen footage of each of them fighting before. It was one of the research pieces she’d watched while investigating them before figuring out their identities. But seeing it in person was a completely different experience.

Dick was using his escrima sticks,  while Damian had his katana.

Jason noticed her arrival and made his way over with a smirk.

“Was wondering when you’d wake up,” he greeted.

“Please tell me that’s a sword for training and not an actual blade,” Y/N asked nervously while her eyes followed the two dancing around each other. She could even hear the blade slicing through the air.

“Don’t worry. They won’t seriously hurt each other.” He had a little side smirk. “Especially since Dick is Damian’s favorite.”

Y/N looked at Jason. “I always assumed Bruce was his favorite.”

He shrugged. “Dick’s been a father to Damian far more than Bruce ever has.”

She didn’t have anything to say to that. It caught her by surprise a bit.

“Can you fight?” Jason asked her.

Her eyes widened. “No. I don’t know how to do…anything. I did one of those boxing workout classes. I hated it. All the instructors are male models, and that’s their side hustle.”

“I can assure you that was not boxing,” Jason laughed. “Why haven’t asked one of us?”  

Y/N shrugged. “Seems like a waste of your time.”

“No, it sounds like a fun time,” Jason corrected.

She laughed at that.

They both watched the two again.

A few moments went by before Y/N quietly added, “I have a gun. I don’t really know how to use it. But I thought it was necessary with my…line of work.”

Jason nodded slowly. “These pansies have a certain aversion to guns.” He looked down at her. “If you need me to show you a few basics, let me know.”

Y/N quickly looked at him. “T-Thank you.”

He laughed. “Don’t look so surprised.”

Jason Todd may have been labeled an anti-hero or even a criminal at one point. But deep down, he was still a Wayne. And even though he had the reputation of the bad boy, they all knew he was a sweetheart deep down. However, Y/N was now just seeing it.

Y/N jumped when Damian was slammed to the ground.

“Jesus,” she hissed.

“He’s fine,” Jason insisted.

But then he leaned closer and started pointing out certain moves to her. 

“With Dick’s gymnastics background, he incorporates a lot more acrobatics and moves that require more flexibility. He’s good at improvisation. He also leans more toward taekwondo. But with his escrima sticks, he also uses arnis.”

He looked down to make sure he wasn’t boring Y/N before he continued.

“He almost moves like a dancer,” she thought aloud, proving she was interested and engaged.

“Exactly,” he nodded. “Whereas Damian is still a kid. It’s less about power and more about agility. Before he got here, he was trained to kill. He’s mastered the sword better than any of us – but don’t tell him I said that. Damian’s had to adjust his technique and turn it non-lethal.” He smirked, “Just think devil ninja and that pretty much sums it up.”

Y/N laughed.

“And Tim?” She asked.

“Tim leans towards Kobudo, which is an ancient style developed by the Japanese. He prefers to use a battle staff. He’s smaller, so his technique is very calculated and controlled. Every move he makes counts for something. He’s extremely observant and can read his opponents like a book. Dick tries to create his openings, while Tim waits for the exact right moment.”

“Smart,” Y/N commented.

Jason nodded in agreement.

She turned back to him. “And you? What’s your style?”

“Brutal,” a voice said behind them.

Y/N whipped around to see Bruce standing behind them with his arms crossed. He’d changed, and was now wearing a tank top and sweatpants. Clearly he came down with the intention to train as well.

Jason didn’t seem surprised nor did he acknowledge him, meaning he probably knew the moment Bruce had arrived. He just didn’t care to notice him outwardly.

“Wing chun. Heavy-weight boxing. Krav Maga,” Bruce continued as if he was just listing of stats. “Angry…” he shrugged, “sometimes reckless.”

Jason scoffed at that.

“And he can’t seem to get over his complex for guns,” Bruce finished.

Jason turned to him. He was just an inch or so taller than Bruce. But he looked like he was twice the width and his muscles were somehow even bigger.

“Should we give her a show, B?” Jason offered with amusement.

“We’re not a spectacle, Jason.”

Jason looked down to Y/N. “Such a party pooper this one.”

She smirked at his sass. Bruce was not in her good graces right now, so she would support any and all mocking of him.

Y/N hadn’t even looked at Bruce since he arrived. And now she was choosing it as a perfect time to finally make her way to her computers and away from him.

Jason didn’t miss the cold shoulder. “What did you do to piss off yet another woman?”

Bruce glared at him, and walked down to the training area with the boys.

Jason followed after him. 

He looked back and forth between Bruce and up at Y/N, a plan developing in his head.

“$100 bucks Bruce can lay out Dick in two minutes,” Jason said loud enough that Y/N could hear him.

Tim and Damian shared a smirk.

Bruce and Dick glared at him.

“I’m not betting against that,” Damian announced.

Tim smiled. “But I will.”

Dick shook his head in submission, “Fine.”

Bruce needed the practice, even though he was aware Jason had ulterior motives with his request. So he just gave Dick a look of consent.

Y/N tried to ignore what was happening, even though Jason made it very clear for her. She heard the sound of fists and feet hitting skin. He heard their grunts of pain and exertion.

It wasn’t until she heard Dick torment Bruce with, “Come on, old man,” that Y/N couldn’t help but turn to watch them below the platform she worked on.

Dick’s teasing worked, but not in his favor.

Bruce no longer took it easy on him. Maybe that’s what Dick wanted, but he was now on the defense.

They were fighting hand to hand. No escrima sticks or gadgets. Just hand-to-hand combat.

Y/N could tell the that Dick was starting to get frustrated. 

Bruce, however, seemed completely calm. He knew all of the boys’ fighting styles and taught them the majority of what they knew. There was a part of Bruce in all of them. It almost made for an unfair fight. 

Their movements got faster and faster. Y/N was struggling to figure out what was even happening anymore.

But just when she was about to give up her observing and get back to work, Bruce managed to get a proper grip on Dick and flipped him over his shoulder.

Dick landed on his back hard. So hard, that Y/N heard the smack and the sound alone made her feel sick.

Y/N gasped, and put a hand in her mouth when the sound came out louder than she expected.

Jason, Tim, Damian, and even Dick glanced up at her.

But Bruce was staring down at his opponent.

“Your weight placement was off and you know how to get out of that hold,” Bruce lectured. “You know better.”

Dick glared up at him.

Bruce offered him a hand up, but Dick ignored it.

“I know,” Dick growled as he got to his feet.

“You’re letting yourself get frustrated. It’s causing your mistakes.”

“I said I know,” Dick snapped louder this time.

Before an argument could really start, Alfred made his presence known by clearing his throat.

All the boys looked up at him, as well. 

“What is it?” Bruce asked.

“I was rather certain you’d forgotten. Seems I was right.” Alfred cleared his throat. “I came to remind you all that the annual gala for the Martha Foundation is tomorrow night at the manor.”

“Can’t we reschedule it,” Damian whined.

Bruce shook his head. “The Court of Owls is made of Gotham’s elite – many of who are invited. If we cancel, it will cause suspicion.”

“You can’t honestly think we should risk that with Y/N being here,” Dick called out, gesturing up towards Y/N.

Bruce and Dick had a silent conversation.

Y/N knew it was about her, so she did not appreciate being excluded.

“Oh, wow. Looks like one of my safe houses is finally more secure than this place,” Y/N spoke up melodramatically.

But she should’ve known it wasn’t going to be that easy to escape.

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Next chapter is gonna be fun, guys. 😈 But let me know what you thought of this one. 

[xhanisai]

3, 9, 13 (👀) for the writer ask game!

Love how I just saw this ask now lol! Anyways, let's go~

3 - What’s a fic idea that you have but haven’t written yet?

I have already designed prototype designs for this idea years ago and am hoping to start writing it this year. It's where Adrien ends up with the butterfly miraculous and Gabriel with the black cat miraculous.

In this AU, Marinette is an orphan who lost her family as a newborn and doesn't know her real family name thanks to the horrible guardian she has. She is given the Ladybug miraculous and becomes a heroine that fights against the peacock holder.

Adrien is currently adopted by Nathalie and Gorilla (the former is a lawyer and the latter is a bodyguard). He ended up with them after an incident between Gabriel and Emilie which caused the demise of the woman. He at first is a bit of an antihero with the butterfly miraculous, looking for Gabriel for revenge because he believes the man killed his mother.

Gabriel Agreste is currently a taxi driver in Paris, using a pseudonym and trying his best to live the humble life he has. Once he receives the black cat miraculous, he reluctantly becomes a hero. He just wants to be left alone.

9 - What’s your favourite line(s) or scene(s) that you have written?

I have so many, to be honest. I've written so much crap it's hard to think which ones are my favourites. Here's a bunch:

'If she thought that it was hard enough to keep her composure around her partner whilst he was trying to woo her (unaware that he already has her completely wrapped around his finger along with his name branded on her beating heart) then she was an absolute idiot. 

 The minute that Nino Fucking-Can't-Keep-A-Secret Lahiffe opened his big mouth and casually let slip towards his best friend that her feelings towards the feline in disguise was one hundred percent mutual...Marinette was fucked. '

^ Let me show you 'cause talk is cheap

"Oh! A-A-Adrien!?"

 "M-M-Marinette! You there- I mean hey there! Hahah...longtimenosee-"

 Not too far away, Alya and Nino watched the scene before them with exasperation as Marinette and Adrien started their daily stammering ritual for the umpteenth time. The model being the new addition. Sure, the first few times watching the two of them become a flustered mess when coming across one another was an entertaining prospect.

 Now it was absolutely painful seeing the two beloved idiots so stupidly in love with one another, blinding them from the fact that it's in fact requited. 

 And what answers were they given when they attempted to convince said idiots that they should ask each other out?

 "Ah! Alya-aaa! You know I can't do that yet. Adrien still sees me as a friend so don't get my hopes up. But that doesn't mean operation secret garden is finished. I will get him to fall in love with me!"

 "Nino!? How many times do I have to tell you? Marinette's more interested in my clothes than in me! She's yet to fall for my suave, meow-tastic self~ Also, operation Marry-Nette is now a go-go. You, Agent Best Man have to make sure that the rose petals are ready as soon as she steps into the art room."

 Needless to say, Adrien's scheme failed catastrophically. So bad that not even the nerdy model took the opportunity to make a pun about it since they ended up jamming the large fans for a 'wind' effect with the rose petals and thus causing a fire. All the boys from the class ended up with a week's worth of detention much to their dismay and the girls' curiosities.

^ Wo Ai Ni

13 - Have you ever received hate on a fic?

Oh yes. Back in my Sonic days I got quite a lot of lovely ones like the ones below.

I made this lad stop by telling him that I have family in the cyber police and that the next time he hears sirens, they're after him lol. Thankfully, other than the occasional silly anon that roleplays as Lila, I don't get hate on my stories.