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binunus · 4 years ago

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afk | yoon sanha (m)

a/n y..oon...sanha...really do be acting up...also idk why but whenever I think of husband!sanha I can’t seem to write anything which is why I’ve been staring at this request literally for the longest time, but when I think of like just bf!sanha I get so many ideas...is it me? am I just weird?? maybe it’s bc I’m literally not in a headspace to think about marriage or commitment sksksk but uh yeah thank you for coming to my ted talk

{request: anther sanha husband smut please? �� the one u wrote was so good ‘m not a creative person so the plot coulld be as you wish 😼}

→ pairing: idol bf!sanha x f!reader

→ genre: fluff, smut

→ tw: unprotected sex (conceal before you feel loves), reader riding sanha as he’s playing his game oops...and 00 line is on the other end hehe, dirty talk?? well...sanha tried okay, multiple orgasms, slight overstimulation, embarrassment

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*afk → away from keyboard* for all my non-gamers :) I’m not a gamer, I just live with them...

Your POV

You were ecstatic, a little jump in your step as you neared your boyfriend’s dorm. You haven’t seen him in almost a month due to his busy schedule and comeback preparations. You were excited for him and his group, one of the perks of dating an idol member was knowing the secrets and spoilers of his plans long before they were revealed to the public. But with those perks also came the disadvantages of not being able to see your boyfriend as much as you’d like to, or even be open with your relationship in general.

Anyway, you were excited to see him. The text messages, phone calls, and FaceTimes could only satisfy you for so long, seeing Sanha in person was a completely different story. The last time you saw him was before he dyed his hair from black to the sleek dark red that it was now.

As soon as you received the text from your boyfriend asking if you were free to come over, you literally dropped everything that you were doing and got dressed to leave your apartment. You arrived at his dorm within thirty minutes, not wasting any precious time that you could be spending with him.

You were warmly greeted by their eldest, Myungjun’s excited tone alerting the others about your appearance. “y/n! We haven’t seen you in so long!”

You laughed and wrapped your arms around him in a hug, giggling as he lifted your body and shook you around, “I know, oppa! It’s so good to see you! You look so good! I’m excited for your album to come out.”

“Oh you cutie, stop it.” He beamed, patting your head as he set you down. “Sanha’s playing games in his room right now. If you get bored of him, just come find me and I’ll entertain you.”

“Will do oppa,” You chuckled as you bounced in the direction of Sanha’s bedroom. Your heart rapidly beating in your chest as you opened the door, revealing your 6′1 sweet boyfriend who was sitting intently on his gaming chair. You felt the oxygen knocked away from your lungs as he turned his maroon head of hair to face you. You almost had to do a double take from actually seeing his new hair color in person. Sure he’s sent you a bunch of pictures as soon as he dyed it and you’ve seen it through video calls, but wow...was this good looking man really your boyfriend?

He held his hand out to you, smiling as you approached him. He moved the mic away from his mouth before kissing the back of your hand, “Hey baby, I’m just playing a match real quick and then I’m all yours, okay?”

You nodded excitedly and leaned in to press a kiss on the cheek which wasn’t being covered by his headset. Sanha squeezed your hand affectionately before you hopped on his bed, pulling out your phone to pass the time while you waited for him to finish his match. Every now and then, you would look over to observe him and his game. You noticed that even his gaming setup has changed in the past month you haven’t seen each other, he was finally using the light-up keyboard you gifted him for your one year anniversary.

You could vaguely hear his friends through the headset, chuckling at his conversations with the esteemed ‘00 line. You found yourself grinning as Sanha furiously clicked away at the keyboard, even though your boyfriend is a famous idol, at the end of the day he was still just a regular young adult at heart who loved playing games.

You understood that this was probably one of his only ways of de-stressing as of recent, so you were pretty lenient about his gaming habits...

Until one match turned into two, which turned into three, and before you knew it, you’ve been waiting on his bed -- affection-starved -- for almost two hours.

Your lips pursed in annoyance, huffing as you locked your phone and tossed it aside somewhere on his bed, standing to get some water. Sanha turned his head at your movement, his mouth opening a bit in shock as he watched you leave his room. At that moment, he knew your patience was running thin.

You saw Jinwoo and Bin in the kitchen, the two smiling as you joined them. You found yourself pouting as you waddled into Jinwoo’s arms which opened in a welcoming hug. With dating Sanha, you also had the opportunity of getting to know his group, gaining five older brothers who treated you like one of their own. You got babied by the five of them a lot since you were dating their baby.

You let out a sigh as you retrieved a glass of water, resting your head on Jinwoo’s shoulder as you took small sips. You’ve received more affection from the rest of Astro than you have from your own boyfriend during this whole visit so far. Bin cooed as he pinched your cheek, “Why do you look so upset?”

You rolled your eyes as you took another sip, “Sanha’s been playing his game for the past 2 hours, I don’t even know why he asked me to come over if he wasn’t at least going to talk to me.”

Jinwoo gave you a sympathetic smile, patting your head as he nodded, “You know how he is y/n. When he doesn’t have a schedule or practice, he’s practically glued to his computer chair.”

You groaned and finished the rest of your water, placing the glass in the sink before you rested your hands on your hips, “If he doesn’t stop playing after this match, I’m literally leaving.”

The two elder boys laughed, respectively patting your shoulder and rubbing your back. Bin chuckled, “You do what you have to do. You know, scold him for us too. His eyes are gonna go bad from looking at that monitor too much.”

You nodded, asking them to wish you luck as you went back into Sanha’s room. When you opened the door, you noticed his chair turned around so that his back was to the desk, the monitor on the loading screen, and Sanha on his phone. He looked up with that big puppy expression on his face when he knew he’s did something wrong. He quickly placed his phone on the desk, pulling you in towards him as soon as you were in arm’s reach. He gently squeezed your hands as you stood in between his legs, resting your weight on one foot. “I’m sorry, baby.”

You narrowed your eyes in the slightest, “And what are you sorry for?”

“For ignoring you and just playing my game...” Sanha said quietly hugging your waist. He nuzzled his face against your stomach as your hands went up to play with his hair, all annoyance fizzling away in an instant. Damn, he was too cute for you to stay mad at him. You sighed and kissed the crown of his head, “Sanha, we haven’t seen in each other in so long because of your comeback. If you want to invite me over, I sort of hope that we’re spending time together and I’m not just watching you play...is your game really that much more interesting than me?”

He shook his head against your body, his voice muffled as he immediately said no. The tiniest of smiles crept its way onto your face, endeared at how cute your boyfriend was.

And then you heard his best friend through the headset, ruining the soft mood in an instant. “Sanha load up, c’mon where are you?”

You let out a sigh, God dammit Bomin.

Sanha lifted his head to meet your eyes, he sensed your frustration again immediately. You pursed your lips, reading the conflict swimming through his pupils. You knew that he wanted to keep playing, but he didn’t wanna make you mad. And in Sanha’s perspective, he did honestly plan to spend time with you when he invited you over, but then Daehwi asked him to play a round and when he gets immersed in his game, he needs to play until he’s literally sick of it for the day. “Baby..?”

You averted your gaze for a moment in thought, an idea popping into your head. Humming, your fingers twirled a strand of his hair, “You can keep playing, baby.”

Sanha blinked at you in surprise, his eyes widening, “Really? You won’t get mad if--”

“But! I’m sitting on your lap. I haven’t gotten any cuddles from you in at least three weeks and I’m not going back to your bed without you.”

He nodded eagerly, satisfied with the win-win situation. Sanha grinned patting his lap as he spread his legs to give you room. You chuckled, maneuvering your body through the space of his chair as you got seated atop his thighs, both of you face to face. By habit, Sanha’s hands rested at your waist, smiling as he pulled you into a sweet kiss. You felt the butterflies flutter in your stomach at the action, responding instantly. Your lips formed a little pout when he pulled away, your boyfriend smiling cheekily as he nuzzled his nose against yours, “I love you.”

“I love you too,” You said before resting your head on his shoulder, leaning your body weight on his chest as a means to get as close to him as you possibly could. Sanha rubbed the skin of your waist affectionately before reaching for the headset and unmuting himself, “Bomin, I’m here.”

“Hey! What took you so long?”

“Chill, y/n’s here.” He said, glancing at you with a smile, “She can hear you by the way.”

“Yeah so watch your mouth, Bomin.” You said jokingly, turning your head briefly to speak into the microphone. Sanha grinned, pressing a kiss to your cheek as Bomin laughed through the headset. You heard Bomin -- along with Sanha’s other friends -- greet you, chuckling as your head returned to its spot on Sanha’s shoulder.

You let your boyfriend play one match peacefully, still enjoying finally being in his embrace. You closed your eyes, taking in the comforting scent of Sanha’s detergent and let yourself relax for a short while. When he got killed during the first match, his arms immediately wrapped around your waist, squeezing your body tightly as he kissed your temple. You hummed, listening as he watched and conversed with the others who were still alive.

It was then that you noticed the slight new definition of his muscles, the gears in your brain turning as you thought about how to proceed with your plan. Although you were literally on top of him right now, the majority of Sanha’s attention span was focused on his monitor, so you knew he couldn’t sense the growing arousal in your mind.

Early into his second match, you subtly shifted your ass around on his lap, making it seem like you were trying to readjust into a more comfortable position. At the same time, you moved your head to his other shoulder, pressing a kiss to his cheek as you did so. Your boyfriend smiled at you, still oblivious to what you were trying to do.

And then your hands gently started rubbing at his sides, the touch featherlike as you began to press kisses in the crook of his neck. You felt Sanha tense in the slightest as he quickly pressed the mute button on his mic, “Baby...what are you doing?”

“Hm?” You asked not even bothering to lift your head, “I’m kissing you, can I not?”

The male closed his eyes as he let out a muffled groan, his body reacting immediately to your ministrations, “y/n, are you trying to make me moan into the mic while I’m playing with the guys?”

You chuckled dryly as you started to start to suck on his skin, not hard enough to leave a mark because you knew his stylists would literally kill you if you did, but enough for him to get affected. And he did.

Sanha let out a breathy moan, subconsciously tilting his head so that you had more access.

“You ignored me for two hours baby. Since you wanna keep playing your game while I’m here, you’re gonna have to do so while I’m making you feel good. Now unmute and keep doing your thing.”

He bit his lip, narrowing his eyes at you as you moved your ass directly over his crotch, which was quickly getting hard. He was about to say something, but was cut off by Daehwi asking him where he was, Sanha cursing internally as he pressed unmute and responded. You smirked against his skin, still trailing kisses along his neck and intending to move up his jawline -- which had definitely gotten sharper since the last time you saw him.

Sanha tried his best, you could see how hard he was fighting against your temptations. Admittedly, you were a bit impressed with how well he was masking what was going on to his friends.

But you were a brat and you wanted to see your boyfriend’s self-restraint crumble. He managed to get through one match, trying to compromise with you once the display showed the loading screen, “Fuck, baby, I’m done. I can’t play anymore.”

You smiled at him as you got off his lap, going over to lock his door. Sanha sighed in relief, getting ready to tell his friends that he was logging off for the night, until you held your finger up at him, confusion on his features. Casually, you pulled down your pants and underwear, placing them to the side as you leaned down for a kiss. Your hands reached for the waistband of his sweats, Sanha lifting up his hips to help you pull the fabric down his legs.

“You’re gonna play one more game, baby.” You whispered against his mouth, the boy sighing in frustration as you climbed back onto his lap. His cock was already hard from all your grinding, he could not believe you were teasing him like this right now.

You were soaked, you knew that Sanha would slide right in without any resistance. You let out a sharp inhale as you lined yourself up with his cock, burying your face in his shoulder as you sat down in one go. The two of you let out a synchronized groan at the feeling, it had been too long since you last had sex. “Shit, y/n, you’re so fucking tight--I-fuck can’t we just take this to my bed?”

“No,” You said, voice shaky as you tried to calm yourself down from the initial intrusion. “This is payback for making me wait so long.”

Sanha’s hands gripped the meat of your ass, squeezing as he thrusted into you just once, “God, you do realize we’re both gonna suffer if you make me play another round.”

“You’re going to suffer more than I am,” You said devilishly as you unmuted his mic, “Sorry boys, Sanha went to the bathroom but he’s back now.”

He shot you glare, reluctantly removing his hands from your ass as he wore his headset again, “Guys, I think this is gonna be my last game, I’m getting pretty tired.”

“You know, I can’t believe y/n really just let you play with us this whole time. That’s love right there.”

“You’re a real one, y/n!”

“Sanha doesn’t deserve you, y/n!”

You laughed into the mic, sweetly responding to Sanha’s friends as you clenched your walls around his cock, watching with a lustful glint in your eyes at the contortion of pleasure on his face, his teeth harshly dug into his bottom lip to prevent any sounds from escaping.

“C’mon, start game.” Sanha said shortly, the grip on his mouse tightening as you clenched again. You stayed still for the first couple of minutes, letting Sanha adjust and play his game so that his friends wouldn’t be able to tell that something explicit was happening on his side of the screen.

Of course all Sanha could think about right now was the way your walls just sucked him in so nicely, wanting nothing more than to pin you to his bed and fuck into you with no restraints. But he knew that you wouldn’t let him do that until he finished his match, so he tried to focus on completing this game as fast as he could.

He felt himself freezing as you started to kiss his neck again, mentally telling himself to stay calm and not make a noise. As soon as his guard was down, you lifted your hips so that only the head of his cock was in your cunt before slamming your ass down on his lap, a loud slap sounding from the contact of your skins. Sanha lurched forward, a strangled moan fighting in his throat as you tightly clenched your walls, squeezing his cock.

“Woah-are you okay, Sanha? What happened?”

“Y-yeah, I hit my knee against the d-desk,” He stuttered a lie, one of his hands gripping your waist as you started to slowly fuck yourself on him. It was getting harder for you to conceal your moans, burying your face in his shoulder as you tried to chase your high, this position allowing Sanha to hit so deep in your cunt.

His eyes flickered back and forth between the screen and you riding his cock, his legs subconsciously spreading as far as the chair allowed him. Sanha knew it was over for him when you lifted yourself off his chest, your eyes blown wide with lust as one of your hands fisted the bottom of his shirt, the other sneaking down to where the two of you were connected, making contact with your clit. You threw your head back at the added sensation, your mouth opening in a silent moan as you clenched your walls again.

“Sanha, where are you? Why are you standing still--”

“Fuck--AFK guys, AFK!” Sanha said hurriedly, throwing his headset off as he muted his mic. He pulled you in for a searing kiss, moving his lips fiercely against yours as you grabbed at his shoulders. “You’re fucking evil.”

“That’s what you get for not paying attention to me,” You panted against his mouth, sluggishly getting off his lap. Sanha practically kicked his gaming chair back as he towered over you, removing both of your shirts before he pushed you down on his bed. He pulled your thighs open, positioning his cock at your entrance. “Fuck, do you know how hard it was to not fuck you while I was playing?”

You whined as he moved his tip up and down your slit, tapping the head at your sensitive bud. “Now you have all my attention, baby.”

The two of you moaned loudly as he sheathed himself in your cunt, momentarily forgetting that there were five other inhabitants of his dorm. Sanha started a brutal pace from the beginning, thrusting into you with no restraints. Your hands tangled themselves in his hair as you pulled him down for a kiss, muffling your moans against his mouth.

“Mmmf, Sanha--”

He groaned, biting your bottom lip before lifting your thighs so that your legs hung from his shoulder, allowing him to penetrate even deeper in your cunt, “Shit, I missed your pussy baby. You’re fucking dripping on my sheets, God.”

His hands flew to your chest, roughly groping your breasts as he used it for leverage to fuck into you at a faster pace. The sounds in his room were obscene, the squelch of your arousal and the smack of his balls hitting your ass drowning out anything else.

Sanha felt like he was drunk on your cunt, breathing heavily as he tried to get more sounds out of you, your moans music to his ears. He hissed as your nails clawed at his arms, a telltale sign that you were nearing your end. “S-Sanha, I-fuck!”

“Are you close, baby?” He asked authoritatively, his heart swelling as you nodded with a whine, your hands scrambling to feel every inch of his skin. You keened as he called your name, commanding you to look at him as you reached your orgasm.

The tension in your stomach snapped when he snuck a hand down to play at your clit, rubbing it between two of his fingers as he tweaked your nipple, fucking you through your high. Your toes curled in pleasure, legs convulsing as you let out a high-pitched moan. You tried your best to maintain eye contact, but the dizzying euphoria made your lids flutter close, Sanha harshly sucking hickeys in your neck as he too, chased, his high.

He cursed, still drawing circles on your clit as he rutted his hips into yours. You screamed as you were forced into another orgasm, your tight pulsating walls around his cock enough to push him to the edge. Sanha groaned gravelly, his nails digging into your waist as he released his load in your cunt.

Sanha pulled out when he felt his cock fully flaccid, sitting back against his palms as he watched both of your cum leak out your entrance. Your chest heaved up and down as you tried to regain your breath, meeting his eyes from where you laid. Sanha chuckled, kissing your knee before standing to get some tissues, coming back to carefully wipe your cunt clean.

You reached your arms out for him to lay down next to you as soon as he threw the soiled tissue away. He smiled lovingly, joining you on the bed and wrapping his arms around you in a hug.

“Are you upset with me?” He asked cutely, pecking your nose. You grinned and buried your face in his chest, kissing the space between his collarbones. “No, you’re here with me now.”

Sanha giggled, stroking your hair as he tapped his fingers at the small of your back, “’M sorry for ignoring you, baby. I love you.”

“I love you too,” You said, humming as you closed your eyes, sleep slowly overtaking you. He tutted, removing his arms from your body as he sat up, “No! y/n, you have to pee first before you sleep.”

“But I’m tired,” You whined, reaching for him again. Sanha shook his head, gently pulling you up, “Baby, if you get a UTI, you’re gonna hate yourself. Now c’mon, peeing only takes a couple seconds.”

You grumbled as he found one of his oversized t-shirts, dressing you before finding a pair of shorts for himself. You let out a woah as you stood, holding onto Sanha for support as your legs started to wobble. Your boyfriend chuckled smugly, squeezing your waist as you regained your balance, “You good, baby?”

“Shut up.”

The two of you glanced at his computer, which was now at the main screen of the game. “Do you think they heard, baby?”

“No way,” Sanha said, though he couldn’t deny the slight fear in the pit of his stomach if his friends really did hear you and him having sex. “I muted myself...right?”

You shrugged, not really minding before going to open the door, leading the two of you out of his room. Your face flushed, your feet stopping dead in their tracks as you came face to face with the rest of Astro, all five of them giving you and your boyfriend knowing looks as they sat dispersed around the living room.

“Ah hyungs!”

“I really hope you two used protection,” Eunwoo lectured, though you saw the smirk on his face.

“I’m--bathroom--peeing...yeah.” You said embarrassed, scurrying off to the direction of their bathroom, yelping as your legs almost gave in.

“Woah, careful y/n,” Rocky snickered sending a wink in Sanha’s direction. The boys began teasing their youngest as soon as you closed the door to the bathroom, Sanha hiding his face in his hands, “Are you really going to do this every time y/n comes over?? It’s been more than a year!”

“No, we only do it when you two kids are loud as hell.” Bin said bluntly, slapping Myungjun’s arm in amusement. Jinwoo chuckled, lightly pointing a finger at your boyfriend, “You better have this much energy during promotions, Sanha--”

“Hyung!” ______________________________

4-6-21

#woah where did this come from?#im also just obsessed with sanha's part in one and that mayhaps was the inspiration #and also gamer tingz #sanha #yoon sanha #astro #astro smut #astro fluff #astro au #astro scenarios #sanha smut #sanha fluff #sanha au #sanha scenarios #request

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s1yfox14 · 2 years ago

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Okay so I think my brain just managed to fabricate a dream in which I was actively watching and having my own thoughts to a Hermitcraft episode that DOES NOT EXIST(I’m writing this on the plane and double checking when I get home) and I remember so many things from it and it all made a decent amount of sense which is oddly weird? So I decided I wanted to write down as much as I remembered from the dream before the landing announcement from the stewardess woke me up because it’s weird and actually tells a decently coherent story of something Grian would do in a Hermitcraft episode. JUST A REMINDER THOUGH: As far as I’m concerned when I’m writing this, none of this is real, none of this has happened, it’s all a dream. This specific reality and episode of Hermitcraft doesn’t exist. Anyways this is what I remember from the dream:

I was actively sitting somewhere and watching a Grian Hermitcraft episode on my computer. It was my YouTube setup with dark mode and everything, I even pause at some point to clear the tiny notification box number because apparently videos where being uploaded and I couldn’t focus on the video seeing that number there it was bothering me so much- which is accurate. I do that.

From the video I remember at some point that Grian was visiting the NAR club to remind us or maybe just me that he isn’t starting a resistance, then avoided the Rift area because “spoilers”(?) and then went to the area near the shopping district to get some stuff. Or maybe it wasn’t the shopping district because here’s where things get inconsistent to what I should know and have seen of Hermitcraft 9. When Grian flew into the river area(which isn’t the shopping district technically but oh well) he was going to buy something but talking about collecting rare building resources for the long run. A sort of monopoly but not on a resource that seemed easy but at the same time annoying to get? Monopolies sound familia to Grian but not on Hermitcraft right? Well apparently his original plan for a Monopoly was pumpkins (which wont work, GIGA pies), and said as he left some building in spawn that this wont work because well, he zooms into an area across the river where people were having a block war with pumpkins and some other valuable block. And Grian just kind of went “yea that wont work.. anyways!” And then moved on to talk about his new block monopoly plan. Now either I, in the dream world, skipped a few seconds of the video, or there was a really odd cut, Grian is still talking about this while flying past/onto the edge of and missing a GINORMOUS white floating castle-y type build that he had previously passed on his way to the shopping district but had never explained to his viewers where it came from and kept talking about this block. All I remember thinking is that the block I would collect to make a monopoly of on Hermitcraft would have to be quartz or snow, they’re white, often used in builds, pixel art, and to spawn proof, was my logic. So then Grian is just walking along the ledge or trim decoration for this massive build clicking and explaining stuff (after somehow getting up there after I swear I saw him use his last firework and managed to miss the floating build edge just barely, but hey this is a heavily edited video from my dreams right? Anything can happen!) and clicking and explaining and he breaks some of the spawn proof trim design which I now realize wont work because it was made out of a single floating snow layer and TORCHES and he shouted something like “HEY >insert Hermit name< COME FIX YOUR BUILD I BROKE IT!” while already fixing it and then moving on and then while having onto the “it” of that last sentence he sees Scar fly up to him and lands in front of him. So Grian decides to extend his long end of the sentence, unmuting his muted proximity chat mod, all while continuing to extend this long “iiieeeeee” sound to greet Scar, who joins in and when they finally end they break out laughing and Scar decides to do something, and they somehow get into a bit where Scar makes that noise walking away(so that it gets quieter) and Grian laughs and says “it’s the Reverse mode!”, and apparently I love my video mouse at this point and hover over the video bar to discover this is the most rewatched part of this video. Which doesn’t make sense and none of their conversation in this section of the video is coherent, but my Dream thoughts don’t question it because that’s just a normal desert duo interaction! Because it’s funny!! And it’s something they would do! Making a completely incoherent joke funny! And then Grian and Scar get into how they were meeting up to trade materials or go on some trip idk this is where it gets fuzzy, and then the flight stewardess announces “landing in thirty minutes!” And I wake up. Well shit. And I try to tab back into the dream and what happened thinking “when in the world was that Hermitcraft episode??” From there I just kinda remember seeing them dancing around on the front of this ginormous and almost completely white build front at the river at spawn and messing with the build trim design and complementing the builder which I don’t remember who it is. Probably someone who would build that crazy, like cubfan idk. Either way it takes me 5 minutes to kind of process all that…

When I finally realize what’s going on I’m instantly trying to replay ad memorize every detail from the dream because I only realized what was going on as parts of the dream started getting flitty and leaving me, details like what the second block in the NEW block wealth war was. And my immediate afterthoughts are: “open tumblr write this down WRITE THIS DOWN” because while it seems so minuscule and stupid keep in mind that in my dream I was sitting down, watching it on my broken laptop with its broken keys, it was open on my customized dark mode YouTube ON FIREFOX and it had an accurate recommended video queue and notifications box, the video wasn’t on full screen because I almost never do that, my behavior and actions while in the dream and reacting to the video were accurate, it was all super detailed with VERY little details and flaws (like torches next to single layer snow) but I still remember all the textures and looks down to a tea and even when Scar flew in to land in front of Grian the flying animation and landing animation looking slightly weird and almost glitch was accurate, the unmuting, their interaction, literally all that. All the other details from the dream were pulled from remote parts of my knowledge of the server(like the diamond pillar war becoming a scattered pumpkin block war in this imaginary episode because giga pies) down to things like my dream making me specifically notice that Grian continued his sound but had to undeafen/unmute his proximity chat because of the split second where him holding his note cut out weirdly and suddenly Scar joined him making the same noise. It was all so logical and detailed and sensical and yet so utterly insane and my the whole thing felt more than real, only for me to wake back up in a landing plane wondering why I wasn’t allowed to finish the episode.

If ANY of this happens in an actual episode I will cry. Anyways if it isn’t obvious, I’m glad my ccs are enjoying their break and vacation however I miss them and am clearly going utterly insane. I hope you enjoyed this mess if you managed to get to the end, I will now go collapse we missed our flight because the flight that I dreamt this on was delayed for no apparent reason. Goodnight.

#grian #gtwscar #hermitblr #Hermitcraft 9 #spoilers/au/dream #it’s not really spoilers or an au but it might as well become that #dreaming #tw derealization #in a way so I’m tagging it #sly shares brainrot #sly stop rambling #I miss them and I’m going utterly insane #I’m convinced that if my dream hadn’t been interrupted Mumbo would have been there #I’m done goodnight

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did-tommy-or-ranboo-do-lore-yet · 2 years ago

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oh did tommy or ran(ghost)boo do lore today and did any of them possibly go to utah??

Sept. 3, 2022,

and the answer surprisingly yes to the lore part!

also spoilers under cut but if you havent seen the vod heres link to unmuted vod idk if the vod is still partialy muted on twitch but here:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DGLgjzeI3oY

but im afraid to say neither tommy nor ranboo went to utah unfortunately

FUCJKING WILBUR DID THO???

i cant believe the only warning we got was: c u in ut. srsly

anyway ive entered the anger stage of the utah plot twist but hopefully we might have more yes soon (even though every time ive said that ive been so goddamn wrong) and maybe i can finally stop putting (ghost)!

also i couldnt watch it live bc my computer fucking died and i missed a huge section and then the twitch vod muted.

also that lore was so good imo (even thought there were some valid faults it was still amazing) we got the breaking bad ending :D. i hope ctommy will be ok tho prolly not bc wilburs gone and all the bad shit happens when wilburs gone (exile, prison death, doomsday, etc)

also lmaberg was for tommy and it was an extension of him i wonder how wilbur felt when he blew it up and what was in that book??

have fun in utah wilbur it was a fun ride even if i only hopped on after he got revived. i hope hes happy there :D <3

#dream smp #dsmp lore #tommyinnit #dream smp lore #dsmp #ranboo

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physicalturian · 3 years ago

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[18+] Ask and you shall receive - Miya Atsumu x Femdom!Reader

[She/Her pronouns used for the reader, no physical description; Everyone +18] [No spoilers from the manga]

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Tags : BDSM / Powerplay / Dom!reader / Femdom / Dacryphilia / Orgasm control / Orgasm Denial / Overstimulation / Impact play / Aftercare / Vaginal Sex

Summary : Atsumu is craving your attention again and starts acting up for it, this time you don't have the patience to let him do as he pleases. Instead, you take matter into your own hands and make him understand that he should behave for once in his life instead of whining for attention. You proceed to make him beg for any sort of release. Oh, the sight he offers with tears streaming down his face...

Ever since the incident at the bar, I knew better than to ignore Atsumu when he wanted attention. We had talked about his reaction and even though he apologized, he also added that I looked too good that night and that he really wanted to leave the bar to fuck. While it was not the worst thing that could have happened, I still berated him for his childish actions and added that if he ever did that again I would beat him to a pulp. The man had the audacity to smirk and shrug, adding that it sounded pretty hot. We did not mention that evening afterwards, at least not his attitude, but he did not miss the chance to remind me—on multiple occasions—that I looked very hot when I had my foot on his chest at the beginning. He would mention it at the most inappropriate times, for example when I would hang up on someone after having raised my tone on the phone. Or again when I would dress up for a date night, with heels on.

With how many hints he was dropping, I had to have a conversation with him about it, which led to the most interesting highlight of this relationship. I discovered a compelling side of him that would then be put to great use in bed, and it had been done a few times, albeit lightly. We would switch roles when it was not just a simple fuck, it was refreshing.

Until now, it was the bare minimum—even if boundaries had been discussed. But today was the day I would make him understand to not fuck around.

The entire morning had been calm since he was asleep in his bed, leaving me on a call with Bokuto and a few other classmates to work on a project for one of the classes we had together. I had been staying for a few days at his place and he had been kind enough to let me use his desk instead of leaving me on the couch, which I could not be grateful enough for. When entering the room, opposite the door and straight ahead was the desk, leaving the left side occupied by a bed with a window right above it. This ensured I had some privacy, the camera facing the empty wall and entrance to the room, while he could still stay here. I was glad no one could see him sleeping, I don’t know what I would do if they saw him half-naked in the background.

Around 11 am, however, he got up. Shamelessly, he walked behind me, only wearing his boxers and placed his hands on my shoulders. I quickly turned off the camera and my microphone before anyone could see his face when he leaned over to kiss the top of my head. “Good morning, babe.”

“Tsumu, I am on a call with some people, could you please get dressed up?” I asked without looking at him. He huffed, offended and made me look at him by grabbing my chin and making me look at him, “Can I at least get a good morning?” It made my heart flutter to hear his voice still groggy from only waking up moments ago, but I did not say anything about it. Turning my chair, I looked up at him and beckoned him closer, he happily leaned over and let me cradle his face in my hands to kiss him softly, “Good morning, please get dressed and stay out of the room.” I smiled sweetly and patted his cheek as a way to tell him to leave. I did not miss the smirk that drew itself on his face when he pulled back and said tauntingly, “Or what? It is my place after all. You’re not a great guest to tell me what to do-“ “Atsumu.” I said in a warning tone.

His response was a shrug before making his way to the door. Right before leaving, he called my name, effectively gaining my attention, and blew me a kiss, “I’ll get dressed, just for you.” I rolled my eyes upon hearing his words and returned to my call.

It did not take him more than 20 minutes to return and bother me. It started by simply walking behind me, food in hand. He justified it by saying he needed to grab his phone from the bed; I ignored him and kept my focus on the work we were doing. Everyone was just as attentive, except for Bokuto who had burst out laughing when noticing Atsumu. It took him some time to calm down and finally be able to speak and work again.

Later, he walked by and ruffled my hair. I turned off the camera and the microphone to look at him annoyed. He put his hands in front of him in defense and chuckled, “Just here to get my charger.”

When he said so, he leaned over the bed again to grab it—that’s when I saw his outfit. I stood up and pulled his arm forcefully to have him stand in front of me, “Why are you wearing cowboy pants without the part that covers your fucking ass?” I hissed, glancing down and sighed in relief when I saw it was at least covering his dick. “You said I should dress!” “Properly! You look like an idiot, an undershirt and cowboy pants is-“ I forced myself to shut my mouth, not wanting to say something I would regret. Taking a deep breath, I pressed my index on his chest and glared at him. “Out and behave.” I gritted through my teeth.

He looked at me with a stupid smile on his face, his eyes trailing down from my gaze to my finger. “Yes, sir.” He said playfully before kissing my forehead and making his way to the door. Right as he reached it, I called out, “And cover your ass, now I understand why Bokuto laughed.” It made the blond laugh on his way out. I did not hear from him for a while after that. I thought he had understood, and I suppose I was an idiot once again for thinking anything could get through that thick head of his.

It must have been about half an hour later that he walked in, with only his underwear and a shirt on. I half-shut the laptop in panic and muted my microphone to reprimand him, “This is the third time! What is your excuse now? Where did your clothes go?” I asked in confusion and annoyance. A smug smile made its way to his lips as he sat on the bed, one leg on the side of the bed while the other was brought close to his chest. Now that he was out of the camera’s field vision I could sigh in relief, but it did not last long. Still smiling, his hand slid under his underwear and pulled out his cock; lazily, he started stroking it while still looking at me, not saying anything.

“What are you doing?” I knew he would not reply, it was more of a question to myself than anything, but he did not stop, he only quirked a brow and grinned more mischievously. “You know what? If you want to show off, so be it. I’m not giving you any attention.” I shrugged, looking back at the computer to resume my work. I was now fully aware that the idiot was jerking off in the bed next to me, but I still looked straight ahead. It would be a lie to say I was focused. My eyes were riveted on the screen and my hand was covering my mouth, my elbow resting on the desk; however, I could see him in my field of vision, his hand slowly going up and down his cock while his gaze was never leaving my form.

The call was supposed to end in more than an hour and if he had only been touching himself as such, I would have been able to finish my work��but he did not stop there. When most of the people left to go to another one of their classes, I was left with Bokuto, but I knew if I told Atsumu it was just him he would feel no shame in pulling me to bed to fuck. So, I kept my mouth shut. He did not.

It started with muffled whimpers, whispers of my name for my attention. Then sweet names calling. It quickly escalated to sounds the microphone could catch, long sighs, throaty moans on purpose or calling my name a bit louder. “Can you hang up?” I heard him whine childishly. I ignored him and typed to Bokuto,

Student3418: Sorry, he is being annoying. I muted, he just doesn’t know it, so he keeps whining.

I saw Kotaro laugh as he replied, his elbow now resting on the table, “What does he want? Can’t you just go help him out?” He asked. I was the one chuckling now as I typed back, Atsumu’s whines reaching my ears.

Student3418: He is literally jerking off because he wants to have sex. But I’m busy. I can’t believe he is being like that when I am supposed to be on call for a project.

I rolled my eyes to emphasize, making the grey-haired man laugh as he leaned back on his chair, “I mean, we’re almost done! You can go-“ He quirked a brow when I waved my hands in front of me to have him stop talking as I typed back.

Student3418: He can’t always get what he wants! Also, he seems to be getting off from showing off like that, don’t tell anyone though. I’ll let him think I’m still on call then I’ll teach him to stop being a brat.

Student3418: that stays between us

Student3418: don’t tell anyone

“What if you unmuted! And I stayed right there. It’s like—ya know, consensual and he gets to be super horny from showing off or whatever.” I pondered his words. As shameful as it could be, it did not take me long to make my decision, not with Bokuto smiling excitedly and Atsumu whimpering next to me.

Smiling to myself, I stood up and unplugged the headset, unmuting myself as I nodded at Bokuto. “Let’s, then. You can do whatever behind the screen, you will only have the sound.” Atsumu perked up and let go of his cock, his eyes looking at me with lust and desperation. Slowly, I made my way towards him and gripped his knees tight as I leaned over. “Are you fucking done whining?” I spat, making his eyes widen. The surprise turned into a pleased expression when he leaned forward and kept his face close to mine. “It got your attention, didn’t it?” I mirrored the smugness and let my hands trail down to his calves before pulling him off the bed roughly, his bum hitting the pillow that had fallen at the end of the bed.

“It sure did. I definitely got the message, loud and clear.” I smiled as I moved to the nightstand and pulled out the handcuffs he kept there. Atsumu tried to get up, that smug smile never leaving his face, but I pushed him back down with force and was quick to clasp the handcuffs around one of his wrists and onto the metallic end of the bed, then repeated the action on the other one, with a bit more fight from him. I had to sit on him to stop him from fidgeting, but once he was tied down, I stood up again and looked down at his arms open wide, his form begging to be played with. A big smile made its way to my lips.

“I should have done that from the beginning. Don’t you think?” “It took you long enough, I knew you couldn’t resist my charms.” He replied cockily, not paying attention to the situation he was in. Without smiling, I leaned in and gripped his chin with force to take a good look at him, making sure to look disgusted as I did so, “Charms? What charm is there in something that easy to get?” I asked rhetorically while letting go of his chin and pushing his chest as I leaned back. A breathless laugh escaped his lips, I looked down at his cock and saw how hard it already was from his lazy jerking off, but it was not fully hard. I removed my socks and pressed one foot against his needy cock through his underwear. “Come on, don’t be like that, babe. I just wanted your attention-“ “And my attention you have, look at how you’re responding,” I emphasized my words by pushing harder against his dick. He thrusted his hips forward suddenly, his head leaning on the mattress behind him. “This is honestly too funny, seeing strong Miya Atsumu getting off from my foot. Oh, this is a sight indeed.” I scoffed, never stopping the motion of my toes.

“It’s cute you think you have any control right now, you’re just as desperate for my cock. So don’t be shy and ride my dick, ‘kay?” He said smugly, only to groan when I pressed even more on his cock with my foot. “I didn’t quite catch that, could you repeat?” I asked with a twisted grin, his brows furrowing in frustration. Seeing him like that was a lot different than having him on top, and I enjoyed that change a lot. Watching him struggle against the restraints was so entertaining. We both knew he was enjoying it and I could only thank him for playing his bratty part so well. “You really think you can remove those handcuffs by brute force? Come on Miya, you’ve been going in and out of this room the entire morning. Don’t tell me you want to leave so soon...” I cooed, as I moved around the room to find the heels that made him go crazy oh so many times.

Once I found them, I slipped off my pants and shirt. Looking over my shoulders, I continued, “No… I’ll keep you here a little while longer, what say you?” I asked with a condescending huff all while looking for a more suitable outfit for the occasion of making this insufferable man beg. It was thrilling to try something new and, to make him feel somewhat more at ease, I picked one of the lacy lingerie sets he had almost begged me to buy. Now seemed like the best moment to try it on and make him even weaker, I thought with a smile as I undressed fully, my back still turned on him.

“I say you’re not going to hold back much longer since you’re already stripping, babe. But nice try!” He called out, his tone as arrogant as ever, as if he had not been whining moments ago for my attention. It ticked me off in a great way, considering the situation he was in. Laughing at his words, I finished dressing up and slipped the heels on before making my way to him. “Hear me out, Miya. Seeing you in such a pitiful taste is not a turn on, you just look needy and desperate. That puts you at a disadvantage, understood?” He did not reply right away, instead he smirked and looked at me tauntingly.

Clicking my tongue against my teeth, I gripped his hair tight and tilted his head to the side with force. I then leaned in and whispered sternly, “Understood?” “I understand that you look adorable like that, I knew that lingerie would look hot on you.” He grinned, that smug attitude still not gone. With a reassuring smile, I let go of his hair and brushed it back to take a good look at his face. “Do you remember what’s in the bottom drawer of your closet?” A nervous, if not excited, laugh escaped his lips. His eyes would travel from my eyes to my chest, clearly he was not thinking with his head right now. “Already bringing in the fun? Babe, you’re treating me,” He paused and added playfully, “Oh, or maybe you're laying everything out for me already? Such a good girl, I’ll be nicer to you since you are being-“ He swore under his breath when I squeezed his balls to shut him up. His back arched and I could see the bulge growing in his boxers. A scoff left my lips before humming.

“No need to buy a gag to shut you up, it looks like this does the trick.” I said happily as I stood up, almost tripping when he moved his foot to catch my ankle. Pausing in my steps, I looked at him with a threatening gaze, “Your list is not getting any shorter, you truly are going to be in for a treat.” I said before grabbing the riding crop from the drawer and grabbing my vibrator at the same time to make things even more interesting. I placed the latter on the bed where he could not see it, but I could grab it with ease.

Once I had returned to him, I looked down at his spread out form and smirked. Confidently, I started, “It would be stupid to ask if you are submitting, seeing how determined you are today-“ but Atsumu cut me off cockily, his chest puffed too proudly, “Well, you have been acting stupid by thinking you’re on top, why not ask a stupid question too-“ I reacted almost instinctively and spat on his face, making him shut his mouth quickly. “Only talk when I ask you to talk, in the mean time you keep your fucking mouth shut, understood?” He kept his mouth tightly closed; his pride having taken a hit. I leaned over and watched the saliva drip from his cheek to his mouth. Smiling, I wiped it and brushed my thumb over his cheek, “That was a question, you’re a bit dumb, aren’t you?” His cheeks flushed pink; just from that I knew I was slowly getting to him and it only broadened my smile.

Putting the riding crop down I clapped my hands in front of me and smiled again, “God, it feels nice to not hear you talk, I do rather miss the whimpers though. Shall I change that?” Hope flashed in his eyes, his arrogance suddenly back just from being given the attention he so desperately craved for. “I knew you couldn’t keep your hands off of me-“ I was fast to grab the riding crop and strike him across the chest, earning a grunt from the man who gave me an annoyed look. Raising my index finger, I reiterated, “Only talk when I ask you to talk, if you keep playing dumb so much I’ll have to fuck you dumb.” I sighed, reaching behind him for the vibrator and turning it on at the lowest speed.

“Babe- babe, come on, don’t-“ “Colour?” I asked to make sure he wasn’t really against it. With big eyes he mumbled, “Green.” I hummed happily and brought the vibrator to his cock, making him whimper at the first touch. He tried to bring his arms to me, perhaps to move it or to grab me; whichever it was, he could not move them and instead was moving his legs. “That’s what you wanted, right? Attention. I’m giving it to you.” I said with a smirk. He could not look at me, his brows were furrowed, trying hard to focus on the feeling of the vibrations on his sex. He bucked his hips to have the toy touch the tip of his dick instead of the base, but I quickly pulled back. “Fuck that!” He exclaimed, pouting and already seemingly out of breath.

I curled a brow and looked at him sternly, “You don’t get to complain when you can barely look at me when I’m making you feel good. I want those pleading, needy eyes to look at me as I make you moan and whine for more, understood?” He nodded, pouting.

“It wasn’t that hard, was it? Come on.” I stood up and made him close his legs to sit on his thighs before moving the toy back on his dick. His entire body tensed, I felt him trying to move his legs to make me move, maybe hit my back with his heels but nothing could be done with his hands tied and his legs blocked by mine. I chuckled lightly seeing how he was wriggling under me, soft whines leaving his mouth as he stared at the toy almost lost in pleasure. When I moved it higher, right under the tip of his cock, a high-pitched moan escaped his lips, “Please-“ “Look at me, and beg again.” I stated, wanting to see his hungry eyes, to see him look at me without the cockiness he would always be so keen on displaying. He closed his mouth and muffled his moans, a sigh of disappointment escaping his lips when I lowered the vibrator down his length.

Smiling to myself, I moved the toy higher once more, effectively making him beg again, his face still hanging. “Babe, come on, please, it hurts, please.” Annoyed that he wouldn’t look at me, I used my free hand to raise his head by placing my fingers under his chin. “Look me in the eyes and beg again.” His gaze was fleeting. He looked to the side, pouting. Without thinking twice, I slapped his cheek and repeated, “You know what to do, do it.” I said as I brought the toy very close to his sensitive tip. His mouth was open as he rested the back of his head against the bed, a proud smile on his lips. He moved his jaw a bit before looking at me darkly, “Please, mistress.” He said in a fake pleading tone, clearly mocking me while pursing his mouth a little.

Not responding, I brought the vibrator to his tip, making his hips jerk up. Moans flooded from his mouth only moments after I grazed his tip. When I saw him tense, I stopped and turned it off. He swore me off, but I interrupted his childish whines, “See, I would praise you if you obeyed. But now Kou probably thinks you’re a little brat from how much you run your mouth off.” I sighed dramatically. Seeing his eyes widen at the realization sent thrills coursing through my body. His eyes suddenly turned to the laptop, his breath heavy. With the silence that had settled, I could hear the slick sounds going on behind the screen, so could Atsumu. “Fuck me and I’ll beg all you want, ye just gotta break first.” He shrugged the best he could. It amazed me how hard it was to break him, but I was strong-willed, and I was not the one tied up.

“I think you lack the determination, and if you kneel right now and suck me off, for Bokkun to hear of course, then I’ll be lenient when fucking you,” He tilted his head to the side, the smugness ever so present on his features. “Is that a deal?” He ran his tongue over his teeth before grinning proudly, clearly unbothered by the predicament he was in.

I mirrored him and tilted my head to the side, “You don’t seem to understand, so I’ll repeat it one last time.” I crouched in front of him and gripped his chin to tilt his head my way. His cheek had reddened from my slap, and I knew it was sensitive from his little wince when I brushed my thumb over it. “See, you are too soft. I’ll treat you just how you like it, untie me and-“ I interrupted him by prying his mouth open, grabbing his jaw with force. When he tried to close his mouth, I pressed my knee against his cock and used my thumb to keep his lips parted. “Maybe you need me to be more clear.” What followed happened so fast I barely had time to think. Atsumu bit my thumb, defying each of my actions, my hand flew to his other cheek, slapping him hard before gripping his chin again. He was too stunned, and aroused, to say anything when I forced his mouth open again and spat in it.

“You keep that in, and you don’t swallow. That’ll make you keep your mouth shut. Nod if you understood.” Crossing my arms across my chest, I waited for his answer. When he leaned over just slightly, I was ready to hear him talk back again; while he did speak, the words that left his mouth made me smile wickedly. “That’s not nearly enough, I can take so much more babe, come on.” He said, sticking his tongue out and opening his mouth. The white spit stood out on his pretty red tongue, I wanted to fuck him just for giving me that very sight. His toothy grin made everything a lot more arousing, as much as I complained about his cockiness he was surely entertaining me.

Chuckling lowly, I brushed his hair back and tilted his hair back gently. He gulped, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he tried hard not to swallow my spit. “Oh, so you’re being good now?” His grin widened upon hearing my words, “Just trying to get what’s rightfully mine, ya know? If I’m not gonna have that spit on my cock, may as well have it in my mouth.” I was taken aback by his words, even if it was not articulate with how little he could use his tongue, I had understood, and it made my body heat up. Keeping my composure, I hummed inquisitively and tilted his head just a little bit more to spit once again inside his mouth. I did not miss the way he closed his eyes and sighed loudly through his nose. How I loved seeing him displayed as such, I wanted to hear more of him, to see him writhe under my touch, moaning, whining, sobbing. I knew he would look good with tears streaming down his cheeks, begging for release.

There was no helping my hands from pulling his boxers down and pulling them off his legs before sitting back on his lap. It brought his attention back to me and with a smirk, I gripped his cock tight and started jerking him off slowly. He instantly struggled against the handcuffs and tried to thrust inside my hand; when he did so, I let go. He threw me a glare, his brows furrowed. “Stay put, and I’ll get you what you want. Whine for me and I’ll continue, I can’t have you speak when you’re being so good by keeping my spit in your…” I brushed my thumb over his lips, “Pretty mouth, hm?” His chest was rising quickly. As I gave his body a long look, I could see his fists were tightly closed, almost turning his knuckles white. So he is that annoyed? No, that’s not it. He is on edge, he wants to be touched, he needs to be touched…

Hearing a low whine, I looked at him and pecked his lips tenderly before resuming, all while whispering, “It’s a shame you’re being so shy, I’m sure Kou would love to hear your melodious moans.” He shook his head, but the way his eyes stared into mine daringly only fueled my urge to make him beg wantonly, to cry for release, to be the whore he had been keen on being while I was on call. With more skills, I kicked up the pace of my hand around his dick. I had seen him jerk off a few times, I had seen what he liked, I was also very aware of the face he would make when he was close so without ever stopping my motions, I leaned over. “You are holding back so much for a slut that was desperate to be heard only moments ago,” I ran my tongue over his neck, kissing him with an open mouth all over until I reached his jaw, right under his ear.

“Coy does not suit you, I like you better shameless.” As I said that, I sped up again all while running my free hand over his chest, my thumb playing with one of his nipples. A throaty cry was heard, but did not leave his mouth as his head rolled back; I stopped him right on the edge. He tried to thrust his hips inside my hand only to find it sitting on his thigh. “The longer this goes on, the more I like the idea of never making you cum. Thoughts?” His eyes widened; panic was written all over his face. When he tried to lean forward, his brows knitted worriedly; I pushed him back and covered his mouth in case he considered talking. “Shush, shh, I’m sure you can hold back one more.” As I said so, I grabbed the toy again and placed it right on his tip, “Look at me, hey, look at me,” I kept the toy on his cock and lifted his face with my free hand.

His face was reddening, his body was burning and sweating, he was reaching his limit. I saw the way he closed his eyes in bliss when I caressed his cheek and held him right there, fuck did he look good. “Open your eyes, focus and don’t hold back your pretty moans, Tsumu.” His pleading eyes looked straight into mine, wordlessly begging me not to do this; he shook his head, letting out little grunts. I only smiled in return at first. I then leaned in and kissed both of his cheeks tenderly, seeing the reddening from the slaps of earlier; with my mouth still against his skin, I slid my free hand to his and threaded my fingers with his. “Squeeze my hand if your color is green-“ I did not have time to tell the two other options that he squeezed it tight, his gaze turning away from me, flustered. Humming proudly, I trailed my tongue from his cheek to his ear, stopping there to breathe, “Looking very submissive, Miya.”

His sole response was to try to thrust my way, to bring my attention back to his needy cock. That’s exactly what I did. I brought the vibrator back to his tip and turned it on to the second speed; almost instantly, Atsumu started writhing under me. Balancing myself, I pushed his hips back to hold him down and moved the toy around his tip. His whines were quick to turn into sobs. The sight he offered made my core throb, his head was tilted back against the bed, his throat on display, constricted when he tried to hold back his moans. His entire body was tense, I had a hard time holding him down, but I knew I only needed to last a bit more until he was close. “Fuck, if you could see yourself. I’m sure you can hear yourself already, can’t you Miya?” I huffed a laugh, bringing the toy down his length and to his balls. His mouth ripped open to let out a cry of pleasure, tears running down his face. “Oh yes, anyone can hear you,” I hummed, trailing my hand to his chest then to his neck to grip it slightly. “But you like it, being the center of attention. Hm?”

He was too far gone to reply in any shape or form. “But that’s not when you thrive, no, you’re entitled to that attention,” The most obscene moans were escaping his lips; with his head tilted back, he couldn’t spit out my saliva, but I feared he would choke on it, so I tilted his head forward and covered his mouth, “Being ignored, that turns you on. You deserve things, fuck you do.” I said breathlessly, speeding up the pace of the toy as I brought it back to his tip, “But not being given what you want turns you into such a needy, greedy bitch.” He nodded desperately, tears adorning his shameless features like the smallest of diamonds. His eyes widened, his cries muffled behind my hand, he was so close to release.

I turned off the toy and quickly stepped away from him, seeing his form quiver in frustration and almost release. “That’s three times,” I stated with a smirk, “But I’m sure you know that; the frustration on your face speaks for itself. It’s funny.” I scoffed and kicked Atsumu’s legs open before moving to the desk and bringing the chair in the space between them. I then sat down on it, he was at the perfect height for me to make good use of his mouth.

Tilting his head up to look at me, I nodded at him, “Open wide.” He did as ordered; he hadn’t swallowed the saliva yet which filled me with pride and arousal. “Such a good boy, swallow,” With a gesture of my head, I added, “I’m sure you have a lot to say-“ “You can’t do that, please, babe!” He said, seconds after having swallowed. His voice was still wavering in need and desperation; even if I had pushed his hair back, a few strands stuck to his forehead with sweat. I couldn't care less what he was saying, I was too focused on how exquisite he looked with those tears streaming down his cheeks. “I can do that. I’m doing it, aren’t I?” I asked with a smug smile.

His voice was so low I had to read his lips, “Babe” was what he had said, he was pleading, he could not hold on any longer. “No.” I simply stated, I was fully aware of the effect it would have on him, being told no was not something he was fond of. His attitude changed suddenly, turning from pleading to a false confidence, after all—how composed could he be with drying tears on his beautiful skin? “I’ve played along until now, you should untie me now,” He really tried to sound alright, to hide that merely seconds ago he was begging for this to stop. There was no holding back the smile from adorning my features, “Give up control already, it does not suit you. We both know you look better spread out screaming my name,” He looked at me with a sultry look, it definitely had an effect on me. My cheeks warmed up, but I was not in the mindset to let him take control, I liked being in this very position of power. “Begging for release with my head between your legs-“

I interrupted him by laughing in his face and leaning back on the chair a moment before meeting his gaze again. Oh, his ego was hurt and from his reddening cheeks he liked it. “If you wanted to eat me out you could have just asked, here,” Still looking at him, I pulled down my panties and let it drop on his hard cock. I made sure it did not fall off then slipped off one of my shoes to press my foot against his dick, “Have at it, prove to me you deserve to cum.” He gritted his teeth at my words and the pressure on his dick, his arms moving uselessly against the restraints as I moved in a good position for him to lean over. “No.” He said with a bratty smile as he rested his head against the mattress while giving me a taunting look. Chuckling again, I reached for his face and caressed his cheek gently, slowly sliding my hand to the back of his head before gripping his hair tightly and making him look at me. “I think I should edge you a bit longer, you’re not docile enough.” I said as I pushed my foot onto his cock more.

Oh, the delicate sound that left his throat, the neediness dripping from his voice, the obscenity of it all when a moan ripped from his throat from being treated like filth. His chest started rising quickly, I could feel him thrusting his dick against my foot, aching for any sort of friction, yearning to be touched like—“Such a whore, how fucking pitiful you look like that, Miya.” I whispered against his lips before kissing them hungrily, moving my foot against his cock as I did so. It made him moan into the kiss, his thrusts becoming more erratic once again. “A stubborn, pitiful whore that never listens.” I breathed, breaking the kiss leaving us both breathless, him a bit more than I was. He whimpered when the kiss broke, his mouth open and inviting. With a quick tug of his hair, another moan echoed, I let go of his cock and made him sob quietly.

He was breathing heavily through his mouth, trying to calm his tears as I kept his head back a moment. “Was it foolish or cocky to think you could get off without me realizing it? I’ll have to think about that,” I pondered out loud. Bringing his face back to look at me, I smirked, “Actually! You know what could help me clear my mind?” He shook his head tiredly, face more puffy from the tears. Fuck did I like him like that, silent, slutty and submissive. With another purposely threatening smile, I tilted my head to the side before bringing his head between my legs, he understood the assignment pretty quickly and started lapping at my sex hungrily. I laughed soundlessly at the feeling of his muscle between my folds and gripped his hair tighter, the vibration of his moans sending shivers coursing through my body.

And as good as it felt, I wanted to tease him, to push him, to break him. “Have you started already?” I asked, uninterested. He looked up and tried to pull back, but I held him right there, never looking away from him. “Don’t be mad like that, try harder. I’m sure you can do it.” With an annoyed grunt he did just that and started sucking on my clit, lewd sounds echoing in the room along his heavy breathing through his nose. I held back my moans the best I could and instead laughed through it, “I knew you would make good use of that tongue-“ I paused feeling myself smile in pleasure at how good he was then continued, as composed as I could, “Have I told you how good you looked tied up?” Another long lick between my folds, he was not stopping, he was definitely skilled with his tongue but there was no way I would tell him that. “And that gag, fuck does it look good on your mouth.” I breathed, brushing his hair back, meaning my pussy.

His face flushed a darker colour, the praises were getting to him a different way the insults were, but they were getting to him, nonetheless. Lapping enthusiastically, he sped up the pace and focused solely on my clitoris. It was getting hard to keep the moans in, when I felt myself tense I tried to pull his head away, but he only chuckled and with the sheer strength of his neck, stayed put. My grip on his hair was not loosening, but the closer I was getting the less I had the strength to pull him back. Full moans escaped my throat as I let my head fall back, “Fuck—Miya you—bastard.” I repeated it over and over until the last word that left my mouth was said in a high-pitched tone and I felt a wave of pleasure roll from my shoulders to my aching core. The knot that had formed in my lower stomach snapped and I heard Atsumu laugh as he pulled back and licked his lips.

“Lost control there, chief?” “Hard to put you back in your place when you moan each time I pull on your leash, dog.” I replied. His face lit up, curious but he quickly switched it to something more smug. “If I’m a dog, you’re a cat in heat with the way you were mewling my name, babe.” I was quick to push him away and slipped back my heels before pushing him more against the bed with my foot as I stood up. For a man that had been denied an orgasm four times, he still held himself with too much pride, arrogance rolling off his shoulders. I made sure to press the back of my shoe more than the tip, the pointy heel digging against his sternum painfully. “It’s your turn to bark then.”

Running his tongue over his teeth, Atsumu grinned, “I’m a stray dog, I don’t have to listen-“ I cut him off by leaning over and wrapping my hand tight around his neck, “You’re collared now. You’re mine, bark.” A whine first left his stupid mouth, he then croaked, “Harder.” I did, I choked him harder, smiling sadistically at his pornographic state, how fucking desperate he looked with his cock leaking from being teased so hard. And yet he was asking for more. Brushing my lips against his ear, I scoffed, “Bark now.” And he did. A weak bark, only loud enough for me to hear but it was just enough for me. And it was enough for him too, how humiliating it must have been and how aroused he had gotten from that.

Pressing a soft kiss on his cheek and brushing his hair out of the way once more, I sighed “Good boy.” “I’m not doing that again, it's just because I wanna cum, okay? I didn’t like it-“ Cutting him off, I said, “Do you hear something?” And threw him a glance before smirking, “I’ve always wanted my pets to talk, it’s a shame I still can’t understand them.” With that, I pushed the chair aside and crouched to grab the riding crop from the ground and started trailing it on the length of his leg, very slowly. His eyes were set on it, following each of the movements, hoping I’d trail it to his needy cock. Which I would not. Instead, I grazed it around the base of his cock, never giving him the satisfaction of friction against it, “It’s truly fascinating, how the human body works-“ “Shut up and fuck me, I don’t care-“ a hard hit on his chest was enough to shut him up for the moment.

Giving him a look that dared him to go on, I waited before resuming. “Or perhaps is it the mind? Who’s the guilty one between-“ “Babe, on fucking god, I don’t care-“ two more strikes on his chest, harder this time. It left him grinning in pure euphoria, he stared at me playfully, daringly too. He was simply waiting for more opportunities to talk and get struck. I continued trailing the leather tip of the riding crop onto his chest then to his arms, “Just because you think you can take it does not mean your body can, boy.” I gritted through my teeth, delicately trailing the item to his hand and asking sternly, “Color.” He breathed green then added, “You should hit me more, I kinda feel like going red.” I raised a brow and he looked down at his chest, “I think the color looks good on me.”

Understanding what he meant I hummed, “Give me a number.” “I don’t know, 13?” without giving him any warning, I hit him once, “Count with me, if you don’t cum by the time I’m done, I’ll fuck you.” With that he arched his back, begging physically for more. He would moan the number eagerly, sometimes trying to get me to hit certain parts, but I avoided them on purpose, telling him he was not in charge right now. Seeing how much he was enjoying it, I upped the difficulty and grazed the leather on the tip of his cock, “How many hits are there left?” I asked with a smile.

Atsumu had to take a deep breath, trying to get himself under control as he breathed tiredly, “Four.” He regretted it instantly when he looked down and saw me twirl the riding crop around his tip. “Hold on tight—well, it’s not like you could move anyway.” I laughed before flicking the riding crop on his cock, a more desperate throaty moan left his lips. It was beautiful to hear, but not as beautiful as hearing him whimper “Ten” through the pain and pleasure he felt. “Good, I would have added to it if you had lost count.” He sobbed, shaking his head for me not to do so. Huffing a laugh, I tutted him in a calming manner, “Of course not, you’re being so good. I’m not mean,” With that I hit his throbbing cock once more, making him cry out in need. It was surprising he had not forgotten to count; his mind was clear enough to remember that. “I simply give you what you deserve for being such a brat, right?” I cooed. With the back of his head resting on the bed behind him, I could not see his face, so I gripped his chin and made him look at me.

“Right? Say it.” With his head only straight thanks to my hand, he looked at me with a half-lidded gaze, “Whatever you want me to say, I’ll say it.” He slurred, dazed and exhausted. “Tell me you’re a brat-“ “You’re a brat” He grinned, proud of what he had done. I was not, I hit his dick harder, precum leaking from it, clearly aching for release. Hearing him so sinful, so lewd, made me want to fuck him on the spot, but I held back. “Twelve”

Changing technique, I gripped his cock tight and very slowly started jerking him off, “Let’s try this again. I am a brat-“ say it, was supposed to follow but the man interrupted me, “I’m glad you’re admitting it babe, now come on my lap and fuck me.” It was funny, I did like his banter, but fuck was he exhausting, keeping the attitude through and through. Trying to hide my smile, I looked down and hummed as I lowered my head, “I wonder how long you’ll hold out if I start sucking you off, 20? 30 seconds?” I asked rhetorically, grazing my tongue on his reddening tip. Seeing him tense again only made me want to tease him more; as he thrust his hips to meet my mouth, I leaned back and hit his cock harder than before. “Fuck! Thirteen—please, please, I didn’t cum, please-“

Tilting his head with force to look at me, I sat onto his lap and kissed him softly, “You didn’t, that’s true. Do you think you deserve to cum?” I asked him. While he looked at me in shock, I leaned over and let my hand wander behind him to slide the box from under the bed and pull out a condom package from it. “I do, I fucking do, I let you have your fun alright?” Shushing him by placing my index finger on his mouth, I used a condescending tone and said, “You didn’t let me do shit. You submitted the moment you slutted yourself out on that fucking bed.” Bringing the package in front of him, I ripped it open and dangled the lubed condom in front of him. He started whispering under his breath to just slide it on and ride him, so I took my time as I did so. All the while, I said, “I’m sure you’ll remember not to bother me next time. Hm?” I looked up, waiting for a “yes”. He simply nodded quickly.

“You lie too easily. We both know a whore like you doesn’t consider this a punishment, but a treat.” I huffed, wrapping my hands around his cock to place the condom perfectly well. “We don’t want it to come off, do we?” “Babe, stop teasing, I’m so fucking close please…”

Giving him a doe-like look, I pursed my lips, “I still have to prepare myself; you can’t think your tongue was enough to do the trick?” I knew he wouldn’t answer, he wasn’t fully there. But I had to make sure he was still up for it. Cradling his face in my hands, I pecked his lips tenderly, “How are we feeling?” He kissed me back lovingly, albeit lacking energy. “Green and horny.” “Alright, bear with it a bit longer.” I winked. Seeing him in such a state made me cave in first. I would not admit that the reason why I lowered myself onto his cock without much preparation was because I wanted to see the effect it had on him. I knew he would not hold on any longer and feeling how tight I was around him did the trick. A bit too well. After rolling my hips against him only a few times, I heard him cry out. He shut his mouth instantly to muffle it, but I had heard it loud and clear, he had been stimulated so much that it had been enough to make him cum.

“That was fast.” I stated, pausing my action and trailing up kisses on his chest, delicately caressing the reddening spots on his skin. “You promised so much, and I am feeling greedy.” His eyes blew open, his chest suddenly rising faster than it was before. Giving him a teasing smile, I grabbed the vibrator on the side and placed it right against my clit, it was touching the base of his cock too. He quickly understood what was going on. “I can’t—I’m done, I can’t-“ “You’re done? Sweetheart, I’m not.” Approaching his face, I grinned, “Color.” When he replied green, I turned on the vibrator at the lowest speed, my walls clenching around his dick only moments after. I resumed the rolls of my hips and used one of my hands on his stomach for balance. Our moans basked the room, but his whimpers were all I could hear. I couldn’t hear myself, just him swearing under his breath along the rattle of the metallic handcuffs against the bed. “Babe, I’m—the thing please, it’s too much.” He whined.

Glancing at him, I fastened my thrusts on his cock, seeing his tears running down his cheeks. Fuck does he look good like that, “I like you like that, whored out.” I laughed, suddenly moving my hand from his stomach to his shoulder when I felt his dick graze the spot inside me. “Fuck that’s it, you’re a lot better when you’re not doing anything Miya.” I gritted through my teeth. His head bumped mine lazily, I could see the way his face was contorted in pleasure and pain. “I’m gonna cum, stop it please.” He sobbed, his mouth opened as salacious sounds escaped it. “Earlier you were begging for release, now you don’t want it? That’s a bit confusing, I think I’ll have you cum again.” I grinned manically as I increased the speed of the vibrator and moved it to his balls, it worked like a charm. His legs trembled under my form, his shoulders tensing again as his head rolled back and he cried out in pleasure.

“Good job, fuck you look so good right now.” I panted, leaning over to kiss him hungrily. I felt him smile against my lips as he returned it with a bit less enthusiasm. “One more.” I uttered against his lips. Never stopping my hips, I brought the toy back to my clit and ran my free hand against his chest, making sure to claw it. I could feel myself getting so close from hitting the perfect spot as I lifted myself up and down onto his cock with the balance of my knees. It started to hurt, and my fingers were slowly going numb from the vibrations, but when I felt a wave of pleasure travel my body I brought my free hand to my mouth and had to focus not to stop moving. “Don’t cover babe, lemme hear.” Atsumu pleaded. Looking at him, I did just that and let out a desperate cry when I clenched around his cock and felt all the tension in my body leave suddenly.

Out of breath, I let myself fall back onto his thighs, all the energy gone from my body. Getting off his cock, I saw how hard it had gotten again, how close he was to another orgasm. “I still need that one.” I whispered as I brought the vibrator to the tip of his cock. He was now openly crying, his cock responding more than his mind. I toyed with him until I saw his cock literally throb, a mix of a cry and loud sigh leaving Atsumu’s mouth. It was all I needed to know he had come a third time. Taking the condom off his cock, I tied it and threw it in the thrash nearby.

He looked so beautiful, fucked out, silent, his eyes wet from tears and his throat dry from moaning so much. If only I could take a picture of him at this very instant…

Seeing how tired he was, I tossed the toy aside and crawled next to Atsumu before kneeling right there. “You did good, you did so good.” I praised him as I cradled his face before kissing him tenderly, my hands brushing his hair out of the way before caressing his cheeks. “I’ll untie you, are you good? Wait,” Leaving a kiss on his forehead, I stood up quickly, maybe I wobbled but it wasn’t enough to make me stumble. I made sure to make a detour by the computer to close the laptop, then I pulled the sheets from the bed and brought them to the ground where Atsumu was sitting, alongside a pillow.

I placed the pillow next to him and dropped the sheets on his legs and unclasped the first handcuffs, “Shit your wrist is red,” I mumbled, dropping his hand as I undid the other before holding both and taking a good look. “Respectfully, that’s why you shouldn’t have struggled against your restraints.” I huffed a laugh, looking at him, worried he had either fallen asleep or was in too much pain to do anything. It was neither, his eyes were focused on all my actions as a smug smile adorned his features again. I ignored him at first as I stood up and slipped on a pair of pants and rushed to the bathroom to bring some ointment and a glass of water. Once I came back, I saw him barely standing by the bed, pillow in hand. “Atsumu, you shouldn’t be moving-“ “I’m fine, just wanted the bed instead of the ground.”

Rolling my eyes, I helped him back in bed and brought him the sheets again before sitting on the bed next to him. “Give me your hands.” He did so, but not without teasingly saying, “You won’t tie them this time?”

Huffing a laugh, I shook my head, “Clearly not with those handcuffs again, look at your wrists.” I said as I spurted some ointment on my hands and started spreading it onto his red wrists. He laughed a bit and shrugged, “Well, not gonna lie, I was pulling hard against those handcuffs. It might be the reason why—and you know what? In my defense, I thought they would break.” It made sense to him when he said it, but I looked at him with a deadpan expression as I let go of his hands and handed him the glass of water.

“Atsumu, they’re made of metal? Attached to a bed. None of those would break.” I stated before looking at his chest and wincing at the sight. I did go hard there. Atsumu seemed to have seen my reaction. I thought he would complain, but instead he chugged his glass of water to then fumble around the bed; once he had what he wanted he handed it to me, his phone. “That’s so hot, can you take a pic for me?” Taking his phone hesitantly, I chuckled nervously and nodded before doing as he asked.

“Ya know, I’m glad you didn’t break character. It was super hot, but now I kinda wanna do the same to you, you know?” He pondered out loud as I spread the ointment on his torso and stomach, gently doing so to not hurt him too much. Once I was done, I moved to his face and treated his red cheeks, “You asked for it, I did not. You’re the one who started touching yourself while I was on call.” I said as a matter of fact.

“Yeah, but I really wanted to fuck you. You can’t blame me.” He grinned, his beautiful eyes focused on mine. Looking him dead in the eyes, I tried to frown but couldn’t help the stupid smile on my lips. “You can’t always use that as an excuse.”

“But you’re hot, babe. My dick did all the thinking.” He pleaded, wrapping his arms around my form, wincing in the process. Shaking my head, I crossed my elbows on his chest and looked at him from a weird angle. “Well, I hope Kou liked the show. I was not joking when I said he could hear you.”

His cheeks flushed red. “That—yeah, that. I don’t know, I think it’s super hot but I also feel like… payback is due, you know?” He trailed off, trying to find the words. Then, as if he had had an enlightenment, he clasped his hands on my cheeks, “Yes! I think we should invite Bokkun next time. He heard me enough, but I think he should hear you moan my name next time. Thoughts?” He hummed, mumbling it would be so hot, it would show I’m his.

“I think that’s to be discussed, but I’m not saying no.” I told him with a forming smile. It made his mood rocket, and he was quick to grab his phone, which I took from his hand and threw aside.

“That’s for later, first you eat something. And you rest, because you can barely stand and you’re only that energetic because…” I frowned, confused, “I really don’t know where you found that energy, but I’ll bring you food and we’ll relax a bit.”

He looked at me beaming. “What is it?” I asked, pushing his face away. He then grabbed my hand and kissed it gently before running his tongue on my fingers. I made a disgusted face but didn’t pull back, “You’re cute like that. All caring and stuff, I like it.” That made me pull my hand away and stand up, face flaming.

“Shut up and sleep, I’ll bring you food.” I said rapidly before walking away.

“But babe I just ate you out, I’m so full-“ Atsumu called out playfully.

“On god, I will choke you non-sexually if you don’t shut up.” I replied before slamming the door.

Now away from his arrogant face, I thought he was cute too, not that he was going to know right now. His suggestion was interesting, but I wondered how he would take the competition with Koutarou being in bed with us… Thinking about it, I thought it was going to be fun.

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itshalza · 4 years ago

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Two Wrongs Don’t Make a Right

Just a Villain!Puffy and C!Foolish Angst piece I wrote to spite my friends, cross-posted from AO3.

Characters: Villain!Puffy, Foolish, Warden!Sam, Dream, Tommyinnit (mentioned)

!! Content Warning: Depictions of Violence, Major Character Death, Angst, Arguing, Spoilers for Tommy’s stream from 3/1/2021

Summary: After Dream kills Tommy while trapped in prison, Puffy realizes something must be done about Dream... and Foolish is a witness to all of it. (1.8K words)

It didn’t take Sam long to realize that something was off once he went back to the security room, monitoring Puffy’s visit with her son, Dream. It had only been a few days since Dream killed Tommy in the cell. Sam was torn up, but the prisoner needed watching no matter how much grief the warden was experiencing. Normally, it would be against protocol for him to let a visitor see Dream so recently after an incident, but Puffy was insistent. She practically stormed into the prison lobby and demanded that Sam let her in. He only let her in because he was too tired and too upset to deal with Dream’s hysterical mother. Obviously, he should have waited until he was in a better mental state because he slipped up on the protocols, not checking Puffy’s inventory nearly as closely as he normally would have for a visitor.

Once Puffy started raising her voice, that’s when Sam decided to intervene. “Puffy, if you don’t calm down I’m going to have to ask you to get back on the bridge.” he said flatly into the intercom.

“Oh shut up for once in your life Sam!” Puffy yelled out to nowhere in particular before getting back to scolding Dream. “I can’t believe you would do that to him. He was a child. He-” She started, although her voice had much more resentment than one would expect to hear from a mother speaking to her child.

“Oh come on mom, are you serious? You really think Tommy didn’t have this coming?” Dream scoffed, rolling his eyes.

As the screaming match continued, Sam decided that it would probably be best to get ready to intervene in this interaction. This really could prove to be a security threat. But he couldn’t be the one to go in for her. That would be a breach of protocol and a security risk he couldn’t take. Plus, he didn’t think that Puffy would listen to him anyway. The two had already been at odds lately over the egg, and he didn’t think his guidance would be effective at all in this situation. So he grabbed his communicator and decided to call someone who he thought would be helpful.

“Hello?” The totem’s cheery voice rang from the device.

“Uh… hey Foolish. Is there anyway you could make your way up to the prison? Puffy is visiting Dream and she is making me... nervous.” he started, hesitating slightly on the word. He didn’t want Foolish to think that Sam wasn’t doing his job well, because he was. Puffy was just being difficult. “I just need you to be ready to talk to her if I need you to.”

“Yeah sure. We can have a little family reunion in the prison.” Foolish replied, a laugh behind his voice. The joke obviously didn’t land with the worn out warden. Sam let out a slightly annoyed sigh, causing Foolish to clear his throat to fill the silence. “I can be there in five minutes, is that okay? I’m at my summer home.”

Sam’s eyes flicked from the monitor to press the unmute button on the intercom, listening to their fighting for a moment before muting it again. “Just get here quick, okay?” Sam said, his voice maintaining its bland tone despite the worry he felt.

“Of course Sammy. Be there in a few.” The totem said, oblivious to Sam’s discomfort before ending the call and heading into the nether portal to L’Manberg.

Sam put the communicator on the desk, waiting a few moments before unmuting the intercom once again to hear their bickering once again.

“I don’t care how annoying Tommy was while you were trapped in here, that doesn’t give you the right to kill him.” Puffy yelled, seeming exasperated with her son. Hell, Sam would be too. Dream had opened up about what he did to Tommy during his exile, and not only did he open up, he seemed proud of it. The thought made Sam sick to his stomach.

“Listen, you have no idea what was going on in here so I don’t think you can tell me whether or not I am justified.” Dream spat back, crossing his arms. Then he looked like he realized something. “You know what, let’s ask Sam. He overheard some of it. Sam, was Tommy being a little-”

Sam cut Dream off before he could finish. “Don’t drag me into this.” He said sharply. He leaned back in his seat, nervously waiting for Foolish to show up.

“You do understand that you took a human life the other day, right? Tommy is never coming back, and his blood is on your hands.” Puffy said. She didn't even seem upset about Tommy anymore; she just seemed angry. She was just so angry.

Dream scoffed, rolling his eyes. “One: that’s not entirely true. Two: you do understand that I don’t care, right?” He mocked his mother’s tone with his final words, which only seemed to infuriate her further.

Sam was about to speak up and tell Puffy that he was coming to get her before he heard Foolish’s voice over the intercom. “Uh... Overworld to Sam?” He trailed. Apparently it wasn’t the first time Foolish tried to get his attention.

The warden flicked a switch on the control board. “You can go through the portal.” He said, his voice starting to display an edge of the anxiety that felt like lead in his veins.

“Roger dodger that.” The totem said, oblivious to Sam’s sudden change of tone. Sam quickly made his way to the lobby of the prison. This was breaking so many protocols but this was an emergency situation in his eyes, and Sapnap and Punz were unreachable. Sam entered the lobby just before Foolish did.

“I’m not going to lie; this is going to be very different than if you would visit the prison on a normal day, okay? Just don’t tell anyone.” He said, opening up locker two.

“Yeah, of course. Are you okay Sam?” Foolish asked, entering the locker to dump his items into the chest. “Yeah, I’m fine.” He said, putting a slight emphasis on the word ‘I.’ He handed Foolish the forms once he exited the locker.

“I hereby assume-” Foolish began reading off the form before being cut off by the other in the room. “Just sign the form.”

Foolish looked up at him with a confused look but complied anyway. After all, Sam was the sole authority on the prison grounds. He certainly was not going to question him. Sam led Foolish through the prison, skipping most of the safeguards put in place which only confused Foolish further.

“Uh… hey Sam aren’t you supposed to like, kill me a lot right now or something?” Foolish asked, partially to remedy his own confusion and partially to lighten the mood. Sam simply ignored his question, pressing the button to lower the wall of lava.

“Make sure you walk with the bridge.” Sam said firmly. Foolish definitely seemed a little on edge, but he tried not to show Sam. After all, he really did want to see his family together again, and if Sam were to doubt whether or not he was fit to visit the prison, he might not be able to go in.

As the lava receded, the yelling began to be unmuffled. The bridge started moving and Foolish took small steps to stay with it.

“Mom, you have no idea why I do the things I do, so I would suggest you mind your business!”

“Don’t call me that. Don’t call me your mother. You are no son of mine. You’re a monster”

“If you say I am then so be it. Have you ever thought that this is your fault that I’m this way? You did raise me after-” Dream started to retort, but clearly there was something about Puffy’s movement that made Dream lose his spunk.

That’s when Sam realized his mistake when he saw the notable glint of enchanted netherite.

“Mom, how did you get that in here?” Dream asked, his voice smaller now, realizing he went too far.

“You aren’t my son. You will never be my son again.” Puffy’s voice was eerily calm despite the circumstances, and she was completely oblivious to her second son’s arrival.

Foolish was frozen. The bridge had stopped and he was locked in place. He was watching the scene play out in front of him like it was a scene in a movie. He felt so incredibly helpless even though he had the ability to stop it.

Sam had run to the control board to lock the prison down. This was an extremely vulnerable situation, and the last thing that needed to happen was a serious security threat.

“You know what, Dream?” Puffy asked, running her finger along the flat side of the blade. “This is my fault. Something I did made you this way. I don’t know what it was, but I know what I have to do to stop it.” She said. Her voice was still calm, although it began to develop an edge as she continued.

Before Dream could protest, Puffy ran the blade cleanly through his stomach, clenching her teeth. Luckily, his mask hid the look of horror and pain from Foolish’s face as he watched hopelessly, but there was something much worse watching a blank smile as your brother died by your mother’s hand. Once her son went limp, she removed the blade and let his body fall to the floor. She stared down at her blood covered hands, a smile starting to grow before she heard a broken sob from behind her.

Foolish felt like he was going to be sick. His knees felt weak, but he made sure to stay upright to avoid falling into the lava around him. He covered his mouth, eyes nervously scanning his mother’s form.

“Foolish…” Puffy trailed, reaching out towards her surviving son, face falling as he flinched away from her touch. “Foolish it’s not what you-”

“Sam, call back the bridge!” He yelled, not breaking eye contact with her. He was scared what would happen if he took his eyes off of her.

Sam, too, was frozen. He cleared his throat, muttering a soft “you got it” into the intercom.

“Foolish, please.” Puffy said, tears biting at her eyes. The totem shook his head, taking small steps backwards with the bridge.

“I did the right thing! I was protecting you from that monster.” Puffy yelled. Foolish didn’t react. His emerald eyes just stared with fear at the person he used to consider his mother.

The bridge jolted to a stop but Foolish didn’t move. He was frozen listening to Puffy call out. “Come on Foolish. Don’t leave me here. You know Papa Puffy loves you!”

He didn’t move until the lava finally enclosed the cell. He fell to his knees and let himself cry for the loss of his family.

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the curiosity is killing me what happened in the convention thing last night?? tumblr hasnt crashed so i’m assuming they didnt go canon for the fourth time??? rip we were counting on yoh jackles!!

hey anon! sadly jensen didn’t release the tapes last night but he did the next best thing which was to keep his sexy sexy silence and refuse to acknowledge the finale happened, so the jackles longcon goes on to live another day

i didn’t watch the stream live, and haven’t had a chance to watch the recording yet bc i had a nightmarish day, but as best i can tell from my dash the salient events were:

stacey abrams was a legend, which. we BEEN knew

she apparently hasn’t watched 18/19/20 yet so they didn’t discuss the finale or destielgate bc spoilers... which seems ~convenient but at the same time i’m grateful for it lol

jared apparently talked A LOT yet said very little. someone mentioned he was taken to task for something but i don’t have the deets on that (@ people who have the tea feel free to spill it below)

jensen stayed muted for almost the entire call which was, again, very sexy of him. keep your silence king

even sexier, he unmuted himself ONLY to banter with misha about the open bar. absolute legend and madlad

they showed the blooper reel which included, in no particular order, jensen spitting on a lockpick (???), jensen saying “hail misha” instead of “hail mary” (and remarking on it tWICE??), and jensen making an anal sex joke about himself to misha then laughing uncontrollably. so all in all, iconic night for confirmed heller jensen “jender” ackles

(feel free to add on to this folk, i really think we should be processing this as a community)

#spn #fair fight livestream #jensen ackles #misha collins #spn cast #i may add more thoughts when i watch the recording #hopefully i will be drunk by then. i deserve it

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e-louise-bates · 4 years ago

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So, so, so.

I didn’t mean to read the entire thing in practically one sitting (I took the occasional break to sweep my kitchen and take care of clean dishes), yet somehow here we are. It grabbed me, sucked me in, and wouldn’t let go. Can’t quite remember the last time a book brought me this deeply into its world.

In other news, I’m really glad I can finally unmute all the references to MWT and Queen’s Thief on my social media. And thank you all VERY much for tagging your posts so that I could do so. Most of the time I don’t care about spoilers, but I wanted to go into this book untouched by anyone else’s opinion (I found Thick as Thieves a disappointment, and I think it’s in large part because I had read so many reactions to it before actually reading it, and it fell short of my expectations based on that), and I’m happy to say that I was able to do so.

Going to go wander around the house until it’s time to pick the kids up from school and attempt to ground myself in reality again. It won’t be easy. I’ve got a LOT to absorb.

#megan whalen turner #queen's thief #return of the thief #no spoilers here #but definitely an opinion and a reaction

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agendratum · 4 years ago

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hi there! ok so i muted the woh tag last week when i finally started watching it so as not to get spoiled more than i already was and now that i'm about to catch up with youtube episodes and unmute the tag i wanted to ask whether you're posting stuff that's beyond what is released on youtube? and if so, do you tag it in some specific way so i can mute that instead?

hi! yeah, i myself have no self-control so i just reblog and post stuff from all over the show heh but i try to tag all the stuff from episodes beyond ones available on youtube with “woh spoilers” tag. posting this ask in case someone else might want to mute it too

#i'm trying my best to tag all the potential spoilers #but yeah #no self-control smh #sadfishkid

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remywrites5 · 5 years ago

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if it's not any trouble could you please do a spideypool prompt? one with peter knowing wade is deadpool and wade knows that peter is spiderman (because let's be honest with ourselves wade would know spidey's ass and voice anywhere) but spidey doesn't know that wade figured out his identity. I really hope that makes some sort of sense! thank you x

Peter didn’t get to have nice things, that was just the nature of being Spider-man. Since being bit by a radioactive spider, Peter had lost his uncle, his love life had been in shambles, and he’d lost Mr. Stark. People in Peter’s life leave, either by choice or in death, and the only person Peter could really rely on was his aunt.

He thought he’d had something different with Wade. After all, Wade wasn’t exactly the damsel in distress type and with the super healing factor Peter didn’t have to worry about Wade getting hurt. The only problem was that Wade Wilson was dating Peter Parker, not Spider-man, and Peter didn’t know how to tell him.

It normally wouldn’t be an issue. After six years of being Spider-man, Peter was used to living a double life, keeping Peter Parker and Spider-man separate. Sometimes it was difficult with Wade because Wade liked to flirt with Spider-man whenever they ran into each other. Peter had to try and not take it personally as that was just how Wade was. He’d flirt with a very shapely potato if the mood struck him.

The only reason why this had become an issue was because Wade had been asking Peter to move in with him. It made sense, seeing as Peter was over at Wade’s most nights when he didn’t have patrol. And economically speaking, Peter didn’t have a lot of money. He barely made anything with his job at the Dailey Bugle. Just enough to afford his rent and some low cost food. Although he was almost done with college, he did plan to get his master in Chemical Engineering, which meant probably another four years at least.

The only reason Peter wasn’t jumping at the chance to live with Wade was because he remembered what it had been like trying to sneak out of the house back when he lived with Aunt May. It had been a nightmare and apparently he hadn’t been that successful at it anyway since she’d known he’d been sneaking out. He wasn’t sure he could do that with Wade. Besides that, Wade was very nosy and would ultimately go through Peter’s stuff and find his suit.

“Petey,” Wade whined, holding Peter close on the couch while they marathoned all three of the Lord of the Rings movies. Yet another reason why Peter couldn’t move in – whenever he spent the night Wade would cling to him like a barnacle on a whale. Peter would never be able to untangle himself without Wade noticing and waking up. “Why do you hate me?”

Peter rolled his eyes. “Where exactly did you get that idea?”

“You won’t move in with me!” Wade exclaimed, hugging Peter tighter. “You big meanie. Or actually small meanie.”

“I’m not small!” Peter said indignantly.

“Yeah you are,” Wade said with a lopsided grin. “You’re a small bean. Want to just eat you up.”

Peter hit Wade’s chest in retaliation. “Shut it or I’ll go home and you’ll just have to see if Frodo and Sam take the ring to Mordor on your own.”

Wade gasped. “You wouldn’t!”

“I would,” Peter said, settling down with his head on Wade’s chest, listening to his strong, steady heartbeat.

“Sam and Frodo are gay for each other, right? Or is this a no homo situation where one of them is going to catch a case of the not-gays at the last minute?”

“Sam ends up married with children,” Peter told him.

“Spoiler alert!” Wade said, pinching Peter’s ass. “Ew, I don’t know if I want to finish these movies then.”

“There’s always Legolas and Gimili,” Peter offered with a shrug. He’d been trying to get Wade to watch Lord of the Rings with him for months. Next obstacle was getting him to watch all the Harry Potter movies. Anything that Wade found too nerdy he automatically had an aversion to. At least he’d seen Star Wars.

“Ooh some inter-species romance, I like it,” Wade cooed, kissing the top of Peter’s head. “So taboo. Perfect bear and twink combo too!”

Peter snorted and watched the Fellowship form at Rivendell. He was glad he had successfully changed the subject for at least a little while. He wouldn’t be able to evade Wade forever and if he kept this up he was going to lose him just like everyone else.

***

Peter had originally met Deadpool (because he was Deadpool at that time and not Wade to Peter) at Starbucks. Peter had been getting himself a caramel macchiato when Wade had walked in behind him. “Oh em gee, you’re like the cutest fucking thing I’ve ever seen and I’ve met grumpy cat in real life. R.I.P.”

Somehow they had ended up drinking coffee together and Peter had found himself oddly charmed by Deadpool. They’d talked and laughed together for a good two hours before Peter realized he was so unbelievably late for his advanced chemistry class. They’d made plans to meet at the same Starbucks the next day. From then on it had become a bit of a routine with Wade always insisting on paying for Peter.

The first time they had kissed, Peter had grabbed Wade and climbed him like a tree, shoving Wade’s mask up and kissing him desperately. There had been three weeks of coffee dates while Peter waited for Wade to make the first move. Eventually his patience had waned and he had attacked Wade like a desperate man.

“Oh baby boy, I had no idea you were so horny for me or I would have ravished you weeks ago,” Wade had said after finally breaking the kiss.

“You can make it up to me now.”

Wade squealed in delight. “Ooh Petey, I’d love to!”

***

Peter sat in between Wade’s legs, back to chest on the couch, with Wade lazily pressing kisses to Peter’s neck. It was warm and comfortable and Peter wished that this were his life. It was kind of his life but it could have been his life full time if he just had the courage to tell Wade the truth. Hadn’t Wade earned his trust by now? They’d been dating for four months already.

“Hey Wade?” Peter said softly, muting the TV as they watched the Back to the Future trilogy because Wade could not believe Peter hadn’t seen it.

“Yeah baby?” Wade responded, nipping playfully at Peter’s earlobe.

“I- I have to tell you something,” Peter said, swallowing thickly out of nervousness. He laced his fingers through Wade’s and held his hand tightly, frightened of letting go. “I’m…I’m Spider-man.”

“Oh,” Wade said softly. “Baby…”

“I’m so sorry I didn’t tell you sooner,” Peter said, beginning to ramble in hopes that if he spoke enough then Wade might not have a chance to leave or kick him out. “It’s just that this all happened so quickly and then I didn’t know how to tell you and I –“

Peter was cut off by Wade putting his hand over Peter’s mouth. “Baby, I already knew.”

Peter broke free and stood up. “What?” he said, his jaw dropping.

Wade whined and did grabby hands at Peter, wanting him to come back into his embrace. “I knew you were Spider-man. Obvi.”

Peter’s brow furrowed. “How did you know?”

Wade rolled his eyes. “Seriously Petey? I’m intimately acquainted with your ass to the point where I draw it in great detail when I’m bored. You think I couldn’t recognize that delicious behind in a skin tight supersuit?”

Peter’s jaw dropped. “You never said anything!”

“Neither did you!” Wade shot back accusingly, crossing his arms over his chest. “I think we were in a don’t ask don’t tell kind of situation. I figured if you wanted to talk about it you would bring it up.”

“So you don’t…you don’t care?” Peter asked, walking forward and straddling Wade’s lap.

Wade quirked an eyebrow. “You thought I’d mind that you’re a super hot hero that can swing from buildings and catch cars in midair? It’s like you don’t know me at all, baby!”

Peter laughed and grabbed Wade by the shirt, kissing him deeply. “I was so worried. I thought you wouldn’t like me anymore. I thought you’d be mad at me for keeping secrets.” He peppered Wade’s scarred skin with kisses in relief.

Wade giggled like a schoolgirl, turning his head and capturing Peter’s lips. “Petey, I don’t expect you to tell me everything. That doesn’t mean that I don’t know you. You’re my sweet little love muffin and when it comes to dat ass I’ve got a Phd.”

Peter sighed happily and buried his face in Wade’s neck. “I love you,” Peter told him softly, divulging yet another one of his secrets.

Wade brought his hand up and stroked Peter’s hair. “Love you too. Does that mean you’re going to move in with me, baby?”

“Yeah,” Peter said, nodding his head. “I’ll move in with you.”

“Good,” Wade said, manhandling Peter back into his original position. “Now stop interrupting the classic tale of a boy traveling back in time to get it on with his mom.”

Peter snorted and unmuted the TV. “Yes dear,” he teased, settling in against Wade. This was his life now. It was unexpected but so very welcome. Wade was always exceeding his expectations. Finally Peter had something nice to call his very own.

#spideypool #I write things #fluff #anon prompt #peter parker x wade wilson

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sassycassie-s-series · 5 years ago

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All My Fault 33

By: SassyShoulderAngel319

Fandom/Character(s): DC, BatFam - Damian Wayne/Batman

Rating: PG-11/T- (for violence)

Notes: (Masterlist) This one jumps around a bit. Hopefully it’s not too difficult to follow.

Tag List (Open): @batboys-and-other-messes @welovegroot @probsjosh @spooder-moon @lostredrobin @haylo4ever @na-n-na @rachelmorganroth @reclusive-chicken-nugget

Ch 1, Ch 2, Ch 3, Ch 4, Ch 5, Ch 6, Ch 7, Ch 8, Ch 9, Ch 10, Ch 11, Ch 12, Ch 13, Ch 14, Ch 15, Ch 16, Ch 17, Ch 18, Ch 19, Ch 20, Ch 21, Ch 22, Ch 23, Ch 24, Ch 25, Ch 26, Ch 27, Ch 28, Ch 29, Ch 30, Ch 31, Ch 32

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“So, what do we do, Damian?” I asked quietly as Damian and I sat in my room on the floor across from each other. Jon had left to go home to Metropolis so we were alone to have our private discussion.

Damian reached across the distance between us and took one of my hands in both of his. “I want to be with you more than I’ve ever wanted to be with anyone else. However I don’t believe we should go public with any sort of romantic relationship immediately. As far as the rest of the world is concerned, you’ve been back nearly two weeks less than you have actually been in this future, which would make it seem as though you haven’t been back long enough to be in a romantic relationship—perhaps.”

“What about Bruce?”

Damian’s eyes dropped to our hands. “He returns from Metropolis tomorrow,” Damian said. “As I said earlier, he could look between the two of us and make an accurate estimate of what we’ve done while he was gone if he believed we had something to hide. I can tell him that we’ve fallen in love and intend to pursue a relationship—”

“No,” I interrupted. “Let… let me tell him.”

“Nora?” Damian asked, using my name instead of why?

I sighed. “If I tell him he might… freak out less. You know what I mean? Like, if I say I don’t want to go back to the past and explain why… I doubt he’d drop his coffee.”

I set my other hand on top of Damian’s hand holding my other one. I looked up and met his eyes.

“I love you, Damian Wayne. Strange as our situation is, it’s true.”

He gave me the widest and most genuine smile I’d ever seen from him—or either blood Wayne for that matter. “I love you as well, Nora McCloud.” He leaned forward. I closed the distance and pressed our lips together.

It was a far less heated kiss than the night before. Instead it was simple and tender, full of softer emotions than passion.

Damian pulled away first. “I believe you’re correct. You informing Father would be far safer.” He squeezed my hand. “And in a few weeks—perhaps even a month—we will announce that Nora McCloud and Damian Wayne are officially together.”

I snorted. “Press can finally have their field day about us,” I said.

Damian bounced an eyebrow. “S’pose so,” he agreed.

I smirked. “Let them,” I said.

Damian tutted. “Tt. Alright then.”

“But in private, are we officially together now?”

“Only if you agree to be.”

“I do. Heartily.”

We both snickered.

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WHAM! My foot connected to the mugger’s chest—and I was fairly certain I heard a rib separate from his sternum. Yowch.

“Batman’s smitten,” Jason said in the open channel. Tonight it was all of us out on patrol except Tim, who volunteered to be on monitor duty. Dick and Jason had told Cass and Tim that Damian and I were in love and semi-officially a couple while we were in private.

I glanced around to see Damian standing on top of a building that made up one of the walls of the alley I was in, looking down at me. Even from my distance below I could see him grinning. I smiled back at him, whacked the mugger again and effectively knocked him out, and nodded to the man he’d been trying to steal from. “Are you alright, sir?” I asked.

He nodded.

“GCPD is on its way,” Damian supplied to me.

“The cops will be here soon,” I said to the man. “They’ll take your statement.” As I spoke I tied up the mugger. “He’ll be out for at least an hour.”

“Are you leaving?” the man asked me, looking a bit spooked by the mugger.

I gave him a smile. “Not if you don’t want me to,” I said, rocking back and forth on my heels. I realized how that could sound if taken the wrong way and quickly amended, “Not if you feel unsafe alone here with this man.” I didn’t need this guy hitting on me or trying any funny business when Damian was literally only a few stories above me. That being said, most of the creeps and misogynists in this city knew that trying anything rude with a girl in a mask and body armor—Batgirl, the Spoiler, Orphan, Batwoman, Cloudburst, and any visiting female heroes—was a recipe for getting several bones broken and sometimes a verbal smack-down.

Didn’t always discourage them from trying, but I’d dislocated eight shoulders and paralyzed three sets vocal chords in the first two years of being Cloudburst and had since lost track of injuries I’d dealt to creeps who grabbed my backside or hands or other places or made disgusting comments.

As it was, this guy didn’t say anything rude or try to touch me.

I touched my comm-link. “By the way, Hood?” I said.

“Yes Cloudy?” Jason asked.

“Shut up,” I said.

I heard lots of snickering from the rest of the Bat-family.

After a few minutes of waiting, the cops came. Once they turned up, the mugging victim thanked me. I nodded and shot a grappling hook to the roof, whizzing out of sight. Once I swung onto the same rooftop as Damian, I felt his arm ensnare my waist and pull me closer to him. He tapped his comms to mute his microphone and smirked at me. “That was attractive,” he whispered.

I snickered and muted my mic too.

He leaned closer.

I put my hand between our lips before he could kiss me. “Batman and Cloudburst can’t be together, Damian,” I said quietly.

He closed his eyes and sighed with complaint. “Why not?”

“Because as far as civilians are concerned, Cloudburst is still between five and ten years older than Batman. That would be weird. And the coincidence of Nora McCloud returning only a week-and-a-half after Cloudburst can be ignored and forgotten. But Cloudburst and Batman getting caught kissing on a rooftop a month before Damian Wayne and Nora McCloud announce that they’re together is downright suspicious,” I said. “Especially coupled with Cloudburst and Nora’s reappearances.”

Damian pursed his lips and stared at me, his green eyes glinting through the eye holes of his cowl. “Alright,” he relented. “Batman and Cloudburst have a professional relationship.”

“You can kiss me in uniform when we get back to the Batcave,” I said quietly.

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“Their mics are muted,” Jason remarked to Dick, Tim, and Cass on a private channel. “I can see them talking through my scope but I can’t hear them.”

“What do you mean, ‘scope’?” Dick asked. “Hood, you don’t have a sniper rifle, do you?”

Jason hesitated. “… No?”

“Hood!” Dick protested.

“Hey, wingding! Now is not the time! They’re being lovey-dovey and you’re complaining about me?!” Jason snapped.

“Okay. So their mics are muted so we can’t hear them. What do you mean, lovey-dovey?” Tim asked, interrupting the argument.

“Well Damian’s got his arm around her waist and she just stopped him from kissing her. She’s got this goofy type of lovestruck grin on her face and Damian is grinning. Grinning,” Jason told the others.

Tim and Dick both “Wow”ed Jason’s description.

“Who wants to bet twenty bucks on how long they date before Damian proposes?” Jason asked.

“Me!” Dick and Tim said at the same time.

“I will too,” Cass added.

“I bet six months and under,” Dick said.

“Whoa. Cutting that one fine, eh?” Tim wondered.

“Well it’s not entirely unheard of—especially if both parties know each other well before becoming a couple,” Dick said, a shrug in his voice.

“Which they don’t,” Jason deadpanned.

“Shut up,” Dick retorted. “Sure they do. Cloudy probably knows Damian better than anyone except B, Alfred, and maybe me. Heaven knows she put forth the effort to do so.”

“Mm,” Jason grunted, unconvinced.

“I will bet six months to a year,” Cass said.

“Hmm. A year to two years,” Tim put in.

“Then I guess I bet two years or any amount longer,” Jason said.

Dick scoffed. “Oh please. I know them. Marriage is an important concept to Cloudy and Damian was raised with the League of Assassins where I'm relatively positive arranged marriages for political reasons aren’t uncommon. I doubt they’ll date that long before getting married.”

“Well twenty bucks says we’ll see, then, hmm?” Jason challenged.

“Guess so,” Dick agreed.

“Yup,” Tim said.

“Yes,” Cass added.

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“By the way, we should probably sleep in separate rooms when we get back tonight,” I said. “Because Bruce will be back in the morning and I don’t want to have to edit more security camera footage.” I’d already told Damian that Jason and Dick had taken care of the night before’s recordings. “Plus I don’t know when he’ll be back and I don’t want him to come check on you and find us, y’know, in bed together.”

Damian thought for a moment, still holding me close. “You are… correct. We should probably stay in our own rooms anyway, for as much as we can help it. As though we’re a couple who does not live together yet,” he said.

I nodded. “I agree,” I said.

Damian let me go with a little smirk and jerked his head toward the highest buildings in Gotham. “Let’s go finish this patrol,” he said.

I smiled. “Sounds good,” I agreed. He squeezed my hand before letting go. We took off running over the rooftop and leapt off the side at the same time, unmuting our comms as we went. My hair streamed behind me in the wind as we swung off toward the deeper parts of Gotham. I whooped. I’d never get tired of this.

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Damian and I climbed out the Batmobile, beating everyone else back to the Batcave. Except Tim. Who was no longer sitting at the bat-computer and probably up in the shower. Damian and I met at the front hood of the car. Damian rested his hands on my waist, tugging me gently closer. My hands found his shoulders. “May I give you a kiss goodnight, my darling?” Damian asked.

I smiled. “You absolutely may,” I replied.

Damian bent down and pressed his lips to mine. I felt a small grin in his lips. “Everything will be alright,” he breathed when our lips parted but our foreheads rested together. “No matter how Father reacts. Everything will be alright.”

“I know,” I said. “I trust this. I trust you.” My hands slid up from his shoulders and around the back of his neck, my fingers sliding over the short hair on the back of his head.

“I would wait forever to be with you.”

“I would too. But let’s hope that doesn’t happen.” I tilted my head forward and kissed his cheek.

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#All My Fault #Damian Wayne #Robin #Batman #damian wayne imagine #damian wayne fanfiction #robin imagine #robin fanfiction #batman imagine #batman fanfiction #DC #BatFam #dc imagine #dc fanfiction #batfam fanfiction #batfam imagine #All My Fault Chapter 33 #Chapter 33

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