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caffeine addiction ❃ red eye ❃ chapter 4 Bakugou Katsuki x Reader / Coffee Shop! AU / Fashion? AU

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warnings: mention of tatas (tiddies) & lotsa crack

Bakugou Mitsuki laughed and turned around to walk away when a man asked her for her number. The red bottoms of her stilettos brought attention to themselves by clicking against the marble ground. From behind her, the young man that was hitting on her was stunned until he let out a “W-Wait!”

She turned back around to flash him a look at her raised left hand with a very obvious wedding ring with the biggest diamond he’s ever seen.

It was laughable, really. She was here in her fifties, while men who were the age of her son hit on her. Was it the youthful skin or the MILF energy? She’s pretty sure it’s both. She put a lot of effort into her skincare routine, and raising Katsuki was such a pain in the ass that she had to profit off of it somehow.

Mitsuki sat back down at her table at her favorite brunch place with her husband and son. They sat at their favorite table under an orange tree— the brunch place had a greenhouse section that was filled with plants and life year-round. Honeysuckles dotted the place, filling the greenhouse with a sweet aroma.

“Oi, Old Man. The Old Lady’s getting hit on. We should leave soon,” Katsuki said, uncomfortably, and Mitsuki just laughed at him, waving it off.

Masaru also waved it off, scoffing. “It’s fine! She gets hit on all the time. It’s normal.”

Sipping on her mimosa at 10 am, Mitsuki teased. “Plus, it must be nice having a hot mom, Katsuki. Be grateful.”

The subject of which groaned and muttered something about “That’s disgusting” before taking a swig of the place’s coffee and trying not to spit it out. He tried his hardest to ignore the fact that it tasted like dirt water. As soon as he did so, the waiter came by and gave them their items. Katsuki uttered a “Thanks” to the waiter and dug into his American-style food—an omelette with spicy sausage and hashbrowns on the side.

He grabbed the hot sauce from the table and drowned his food in it, ruining the picturesque design that the chefs in the back worked so hard on. He held back a groan at how delicious the food was and just shook his leg rapidly to show his glee whilst chewing. He cut up pieces of the sausage for his parents to try, and he dropped it onto their plates.

As he was ruining his food, the waiter came back to notify Masaru and Mitsuki that the owner wanted to chat with them a little before they left. His parents had invited him to brunch as a way of thanking him for taking photos with their new line. Although Katsuki did it every time they came out with a new line nowadays (regardless of his distaste for having to model), his parents treated him to food every time. It was a habit for them. When Katsuki was younger, he would outright refuse (and scream. and yell.) until his parents bribed him.

But now, it was just tradition for the Bakugou family to sit and eat out the day before a show.

Katsuki was just sitting, listening to his parents talk about their worries and excitements about their new line when he heard them say something about “Kindeki”. His ears perked up like a dog hearing the shaking of a Milk-Bone Soft & Chewy Chicken Recipe Dog Treats (#notsponsored) container.

“Kindeki?” He asked.

“Yeah,” his mother responded, “ a really great company. Their designs as of late have been particularly innovative!” She took a bite of a waffle in between speaking. “We’ve been friends with Kindeki Takumi for years. She’s always been a genius! She’s been telling me that her niece has been giving her some ideas for her new line. I saw the sketches, and I fell in love.”

Masaru nodded, readjusting the glasses on his face. “Her designs have always been a combination of sustainability, ergonomics, and style. There’s a very purposeful feeling of logic and utility behind her pieces.” He kept going on about the design process of Kindeki Takumi and how she always gets inspired by places around the world.

Then, Mitsuki gasped. “And, I saw a photo of Takumi-chan’s niece, and the girl is gorgeous! I’d have forced her on our runway ages ago if I knew about her. I asked Takumi-chan, though, and apparently, she’s not interested in modeling of any sort, but hopefully, we can ask her to take photos with you, Katsuki!”

As soon as Katsuki noticed that Mitsuki was starting to use such passionate words for this girl, he froze. His mother was way too interested in this Kindeki girl and that did not spell out good things for him. But when Mitsuki pulled out her phone and showed him the sketches of these pieces, he was pretty impressed.

Everything about the Kindeki brand, he concluded, is admirable. The founder, Kindeki Takumi, her niece, and the fact that you wear it on a daily basis.

~Your YouTuber Morning Routine~

(Y/N)’s day started like any other. She woke up naturally on her king-sized mattress with champagne mulberry silk sheets from the sweet chirping of birds outside the window of her upscale New York penthouse apartment.

She stepped onto her heated floor while stretching and sighing in contentment. It was time to go on a short three-hour workout before going to a two-hour pilates class and meditating for thirteen hours. She was going to have a great time eating her eggs benedict with beluga caviar topped with gold leaf this morning.

Life is so tough, she thinks, as she scrolls through her Instagram to see that Apple just released their new phone, dubbed the “(Y/N)phone” in honor of her. In her DMs, she saw an NBA player, the heir to Samsung, fifteen billionaires, and Elon Musk still trying to court her. In addition, her phone crashed and exploded because of the sheer amount of likes she had on a new post.

She sighed and threw the phone into the trash, along with many others. The same thing happened yesterday. She opened her drawer, revealing dozens of new iPhones (she sighed again, realizing she would have to soon replace these with the new (Y/N)phone) to pick up another one. Today, she chose the phone with a blue glass backing because her life was so… blue. Then, a clown broke into her house.

The clown grew a Pinnochio nose and vomited three blue tiki-themed mugs, opening its mouth to speak to her. Instead, it started screaming at her in a way that would best be defined as screaming in italicized lowercase. It yelled in short bursts and smacked her on the head with a namaste frog statue with boobs.

The Red Eye is an espresso drink commonly known as a highly caffeinated beverage. Created with a combination of espresso and drip coffee, it is the perfect thing to get the burnt-out grad student to have a boost of energy before settling back into their quarter-life crisis. Similar to an Americano, the Red Eye utilizes espresso and then lightens its strong taste by adding another ingredient. In the case of the Americano, baristas add water to smoothen the bitter flavor of the espresso. Instead, Red Eyes utilize drip coffee to strengthen the taste and the caffeine level.

If you’d like to have the experience of a medical student, an architecture student, or a parent of a newborn running on 10 minutes of sleep from three days ago and mere whiffs of coffee, then the Red Eye is perfect for you!

You woke up. A headache hit you like a truck as the ear-splitting noise of screaming old men woke you up. Every time you wake, you regret your choice of alarm ringtone. You fell to the ground with a loud thump. Pain bloomed across your body as your roommate screamed at you from across the bedroom, “Turn off that fucking alarm, you bitch!”

You groaned loudly, standing up to reach your charging phone on your desk. After you tapped the “STOP” button, you stood blankly at your desk in the darkness, questioning all of your choices in life with a blurry vision. You start to calculate how many more minutes of sleep you can afford, and then you start calculating how many people it would take to murder so that you wouldn’t have to stay awake.

By the time that number hit ten people, you just sighed and took your phone with you to the bathroom. The earlier calculations of minutes then turned into the calculation of how many Red Eyes you would have to drink to wake yourself up. Your own red eyes squinted as the ceiling lights flash banged your eyes. As you were brushing your teeth, you scrolled through social media to wake yourself up. You got a spicy three hours of sleep.

(Around the time you’d slept, Bakugou woke up and went to the gym.)

Music played quietly as you did your skincare routine and examined your reflection in the mirror. Today, you should probably fix your birds’ nest hair. Right now, it could be compared to a cat’s thrown-up hairball. In fact, that may be an insult to the cat’s hairball.

Makeup is slapped onto your face vengefully. Vengeful to the morning, your alarm, and to everything in general.

You’re pretty, gorgeous, amazing, moisturized, and hydrated, but you’re still tired as fuck. Even then, you toss on a nice blouse, a pair of thermal leggings underneath your favorite pair of brown slacks, and a coat that your aunt gifted you. To top it off, you wore an oversized plaid scarf and your pearl-drop earrings.

You look great! You feel like shit, though.

Bakugou wondered which god he’d pleased so much when you opened the door to his café. You looked so-

Your hair reflected the warm lighting of the café, framing your face as it glowed and you gave him a smile in greeting. You looked so cute, so warm, so comfortable. The scarf just made you look even cuter. The soft fabrics covering you made you look more soft, and it made Bakugou want to cuddle up with you on a couch while watching shitty rom-com movies. He had to keep himself from fainting altogether or kneeling at your feet and begging you to let him become your servant for a lifetime. His mind froze.

What are you doing to him? He feels like he hardly even knows you!

He felt as if the two of you didn’t have daily pleasant conversations about your day or a couple conversations about hobbies before the two of you got back to work. He admired that about you–he always saw you hard at work, and it was endearing. He also loved the way you were so efficient with your time. He hardly ever saw you dilly-dallying unless it was for a purposeful break to boost your productivity.

From the outside, Bakugou’s face was neutral as he grunted out a “g’mornin’” and brushed his veiny hand through his hair. “What can I do ‘ya for?”

You shivered from the lingering outside cold and hugged your arms to your body to conserve any ounce of heat. “Hey, could you make two large hot red eyes, but make it with enough sugar and cream to fuck up the Hulk?”

…Again, he did not ask any questions. But the cursing coming from your pretty mouth gave him a punch to the gut. It was the most pleasant punch to the gut he’s ever felt. He’s going absolutely insane. “For here or to go?”

You sighed, “To-go. I wanted to stay here to have more of these amazing drinks and get some work done, but I’m pretty busy today. I could come back later, though.”

“Sorry, but the place is gonna be closed after 10 am today,” he passed you your red eye, “I’ve got a thing I need to be at.”

You pouted. “Aw, maybe tomorrow, then.”

He looked away from you to hide how flustered he was at how cute you were. Nonetheless, he nodded in response. He watched you walk away and out of his coffee shop, wondering what the hell was wrong with him. Bakugou mentally cursed Ashido.

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fictionalreads · 2 years ago

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Love is Blind Season 4 Episode 4

Zack and Irina

This is awkward. He looks like “fuck I chose wrong” as soon as those doors opened.

This is weird af. They ain’t lasting though the vacation. I’m calling it mnow.

CRINGE I need to fast forward

I am already over them.

They’re so cringe together.

Get the coffee away from Ralphie.

No I’m with her for once. Stop singing. You doing the most.

This pairing is not it. I’m tired of seeing them.

The tatas are out and in danger of flashing someone. I feel like that’s disrespectful. Not the outfit itself but the size of it. She could’ve secured the girls a bit more out of respect for her fiancé and her friends and their fiancés.

That sounds like I’m saying she needs to cover up cause guys can’t control themselves and I’m not. Wear what you want. I’m just saying it felt like she wanted to put on a show for the other people there. If it felt like she was doing it for herself that’s one thing but to put on a show for others when you’re supposed to be committed to someone, is rude to me.

Why is she so into Paul. That’s your bestie’s man. That would be a red flag to me if I was Micah.

If his touch makes you feel gross, end it. Don’t drag him along.

Paul and Micah

She’s just so condescending to me.

Weird.

LMAO I think those are petals not feathers

….brewing potions? LMAO

Kwame and Chelsea

They’re definitely sleeping together the first night.

LOL So in other words you wouldn’t have found her attractive if you met her on the street

An honest conversation. A lot of things you haven’t faced yet cause you’ve been in this bubble. If he had said nothing I wouldn’t have believed him.

I’m glad he brought up him talking to Micah before he went and did it. There’s curiosity there

Chelsea seems fun.

Marshall and Jackie

I can see Marshall not being her type physically.

Where is this coming from?

Damn Marshall I would’ve have guess that was underneath those shirts.

I don’t think I’ve ever seen any of them go beyond the resorts before. Like into town.

What happened with them? They were just good!

Girl what is going on? I’m so confused.

Weird thing to focus on right now but didn’t she just have a green bottle? Where did this blue bottle come from?

Not gonna lie, I feel like I could cry like that at the end of vacations when I realize I gotta go back to work and shit. This is not to make light of what she’s feeling, I’m just saying I get it.

Awe. What a moment. He stayed outside the door waiting for her and then she let him in and he immediately got up and went to her. Are my standards so low that that got to me?

LMAO Jackie being comfortable enough to say ge was fine in front of Marshall.

Brett and Tiffany

I am Tiffany. Tiffany is me. Cause I would’ve been out too.

He got her a bathing suit? How did he get the right size? Did he just tell producers “hey I want to choose a bathing suit can you get the right size?”

Damn he really into her ass. Grabbing it all on camera. I see you boi

….they haven’t?! Could’ve fooled me.

Miscellaneous

God that water looks beautiful.

Does anybody know the song playing at 31:28? The one that’s like “the rains taking a day off?” It sounds like a good song but I can’t find it so if you know the artist or sing please put me on.

It feels like Micah is still flirting with Kwame. Why is she talking about she could’ve chosen him? I’m glad he’s like “we ended up with our right people”

I do see what she’s saying about Chelsea though. I thought she was bitchy at first but then I saw more of her.

LMAO DAAAAMN IRINA TRIED TO BE BITCHY AND IMITATE CHELSEA AND KWAME WAS NOT HAVING IT

Oh. My. God. Irina and Micah are so bitchy.

That was fucked up Micah. Even Brett had a look like “damn that was over the line” I mean I could see if y’all were friends and it had been years since the “breakup” but it’s been a week at most. Chill.

Why is she still all over him? And why is he still talking to her? (Kwame and Micah I mean)

#love is blind #season 4 #Chelsea #Kwame #Micah #Paul #Irina #Zack #Brett #Tiffany #Marshall #Jackie

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inthishousewestanspiderpunk · 2 years ago

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Hi everyone! This is the second Encanto smut fic I have done and the first in my circus, travelling show au! The idea is the Madrigal family have a travelling circus and each member of the family uses their gifts in an act or as a way to help the family. They are a bit more corrupt than in the film, but it's done with the best of intentions. At the end of the day, they need to survive and have money in order to do so and if it means Camilo pickpocketing or Luisa always winning at arm wrestling for ten pesos a go, then so be it.

This is based off the song "Rhythm of the Tambourine" from the Hunchback of Notre Dame musical and whenever I hear it, I just think Pepa. Guess it helps that's the musical my theatre group is doing this year.

Also, I am acknowledging that it is a repeat of what I published a week ago, but Tumblr posted it as a quote rather than a post and the notes weren't doing so hot. And if the Spanish is completely botched, I do apologise as well, that is Google translate, though I did get help from @foreveranevilregal who is a dear Internet friend of mine.

Hope you enjoy!

Charlotte :) x

"People are staring."

People were staring. They were staring and cheering and clapping and whooping and yelling. And Félix fucking loved it. He loved that others got to see how his vida, his sól, his...everything, move and sway to the music that the band was playing. Pepa laughed, carefree and glowing as she pulled up the silk hem of her dress to reveal a flash of a pale, freckled and oh so beautiful leg, much to the crowd's delight. She had them eating out of the palm of her hand and she knew it. Félix whistled and clapped louder than anyone else and threw over her tambourine that she would use in her performances. Whenever the tambourine came into play was when things got really intense and interesting. Both Pepa and Félix knew the routine by heart now as did the rest of the family. Pepa would start playing her tambourine, slapping it on her hip to the beat and revelling in the applause and adoration that she received. It was whilst the crowd was distracted, that Camilo would start his pickpocketing, transforming into a multitude of people so as not to arouse too much suspicion. Antonio helped his brother by turning on the cute and asking ladies that he and his baby capybara were lost and looking for his mother. The ladies would coo and aw and start helping by looking through the crowds, by which point Dolores always interrupted, charging through asking if anyone had seen her child and his baby capybara. "Mamá!" Antonio cried, hugging his sister close. "Tonio, there you are!" Dolores shook her head and looked at the women apologetically. "Lo siento, he always goes missing. Even though," she'd say, turning him upside down. "I tell him not to. Maybe you'd like to be sold to the circus hombrecito? Huh?" Antonio burst into fits of giggles, much to the delight and relief of the women who had helped. "Now, what do you say to the nice ladies?" Antonio smoothed his shirt as he was placed on the floor, looking away shyly. "Gracias señoras," he whispered, his eyes dark and round. The eldest of the women handed over a ten peso note to Antonio and patted him on the head. "Get yourself something nice, ¿entiendes, joven?" "Si! Gracias!" Satisfied all was well, she nodded and shuffled away to join her friends. Antonio immediately put it in his pocket and held onto Dolores' hand as they weaved through the crowds. "Why do I have to be bait? Can't I do something else?" Dolores rolled her eyes a little, holding onto his hand more firmly. "Tonito, we've been through this already, recordar? Mamá told you, you're the bait cos you're small and cute. Camilo was the same when he was your age, as was I." Antonio slumped his shoulders, looking away. "It's no fun though! Chispi junior is getting tired of it." The young capybara who was following the duo pretended to drop dead for effect twitching its back paw. Antonio bent down and whispered to it. "Get up, we're not doing dead pet today," he hissed, watching as it rolled back over with a squeak.

On the main stage, Pepa was starting to tire but she never let it show, she didn't allow herself to. The spectators wanted a performance and a performance they got. She signalled to the band to slow the music down to something more seductive, more sensual. Pepa rolled her shoulder to the crowd and let a slip of bare skin show through. Félix felt himself flush and his pants become taut; she always caused this to happen to him and if she allowed it, he would be having his way with her later on. Showering her with praise; for a good show, for getting him so fucking hard, for sucking his cock like a good girl, giving paying eyes a performance they wouldn't forget. It wasn't often that they would do this, but on occasion through word of mouth, for a fee and the right words, they would put on a show that only himself and his corazon would usually experience. He was a showman, after all, and whilst sharing his wife was out of the question, he loved knowing that people would be willing to hand over their hard earned cash, knowing that all they had for relief was their hand, whilst he had this gorgeous goddess of a woman to help him.

With a final flourish, Pepa skidded on her knees and began to crawl lowly towards a particularly keen member of the audience, who was enchanted and also intimidated. She wraps her silk scarf around him, pressing herself into his chest as she whispered something in his ear with a wink. He nods and gulps. Félix chuckled as he watched all the blood leave from this poor soul's head. "Thata girl Pepita," he whispered to himself, praising his beloved from afar. "Conseguir mas clientes para papi."

Later that night, there were a handful of men in Pepa and Félix's tent, watching the couple as they got intimate with one another. There were only two rules that both Félix and Pepa agreed on before deciding to give this exhibitionism a go; cash upfront and no touching the goods. Customers could touch themselves and each other even, but if they were to reach out or touch Félix or Pepa, the show immediately stopped and they would be promptly kicked out and banned for life.

The atmosphere was humid and fuggy, which in a way helped as the audience wasn't as noticeable and Pepa could truly concentrate on herself and Félix. "Ay, hay una buena chica. Te gusta que papi te llene, ¿no?" he grunted, digging his fingers into the delicate skin of her thighs, where there was sure to be bruising. Pepa shuddered her breath and nodded. "S-si...me encanta la polla de papi, me llena tan bien...." she squeaked the last part, seeing stars as Félix hit the perfect spot and gave her ass a sharp smack, which intermingled with the slap of his balls against her skin. The younger woman moaned out loud, keening under his touch, bring even more turned on by the fact that they were being watched. Through the fog created by her (that she will never apologise for), she could make out the man from earlier hungrily stroking his length, his gaze totally transfixed on the couple. She shook her head and giggled. "What's the matter? Is someone jealous?" she asked sweetly with a tilt of her head. He was about to speak when she tutted. "Now now, be a good boy and come quietly for me, si? I don't want you to ruin it for these good paying people." He gulped out a yes and nodded. "S-si Señora..."

Félix grinned proudly and bent over to whisper in his wife's ear. "Excellent mi vida," he praised sweetly, making her shudder and a warm rain to start in the room. "Haha, that's my girl!" Félix boomed, clapping. "Wepa, wepa!"

That was what did it for her. Not the fact that she was being watched, lusted after, knowing that she had multiple people under her spell, but Félix giving her praise. Praise that she had long craved for since she was a little girl who was only praised when she was of use to others. Well now she was taking that power back and it felt fucking good. Pepa growled, her nails scratching into the floor as she tensed up with Félix feeling her around his cock. "That's it Pepita, cum for papi. There's a good girl..." he crooned softly to her.

"F - Féli..." she stuttered, rutting against him. "I'm gonna..."

Félix nodded and pulled on her hair. "Lo sé, princesa. Corre en la polla de papá como la zorra que sé que eres."

Pepa's words got stuck in her throat as she hit her high and came hard. The build up she had been experiencing spread throughout her, making her toes and fingers curl and stretch out at the same, a look of pure, concentrated bliss appeared on her face and she breathed deeper as the electricity gave out in favour of warmth, which manifested itself into bright sunshine. Félix smiled as he pulled out as gently as he could, his now soft dick warm and wet with his and Pepa's cum.

They looked knowingly and lovingly at each other, basking in the glow that never failed to occur. "People are watching mi amor," Pepa whispered, putting her hand onto Félix's cheek, her heart still hammering away. Félix merely shrugged and waved confidently to the audience, who had very much enjoyed the show, the sound of flies being done up echoing around the small tent.

"I know."

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One Encanto HC I will fucking die on is when Pepa and Félix are still courting, Pepa is wondering out loud if Félix loves her. It's in thr market square, this big musical number and it's the its in his kiss song by Cher. I am not budging on that. Cue the back up singers consisting of Bruno, Julieta and a few friends being all "is it in his eyes?" and Pepa being like "It's in his kiss..." whilst holding a bunch of flowers and lying back on the flower stall. The stall owner is part annoyed, part concerned. "Are you okay?" *song goes on* "Y-you'd better pay for that!" *Pepa and the others walk off still singing* "I know where you live!"

44 notes - Posted May 3, 2022

Found this on Facebook and y'all...I feel seen. I know I'm autistic anyway, but there's no need to call me out like that

*Dewey Duck voice* - You mean it's been autism this whole time?

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"Write the smut you want to read." - wealwaystalkaboutbruno

Hi everyone! So, I was looking on the blog of foreveranevilregal and noticed that she did Pepa and Félix prompts. Rather spicy ones I may add, so being a Pepa and Félix shipper myself, I shot a message, she shot back and we got chatting! I have taken a prompt from her list of prompts (with permission!) and this is the result. Haven't written smut like this for a good...*thinks for a moment* almost seven years? And it was Glee and also Pitch Perfect #fatamyandbumperforever.

So yeah, hope you enjoy and see what you think!

"What happens if I do this?"

Pepa knew the look in his eyes, the daring, wild, loving look that he used for her and her only. Eyes that said "I love you with every fiber of my being." Eyes that would wink cheekily when his face was in between her thighs (arguably a favourite spot of his). Eyes that looked in complete adoration and awe when she gave birth to each of their children. Now, Félix very much had "come to bed" eyes, the pupil and iris mixing into multiple shades of brown, gold and even flecks of green.

He pursed his lips towards their bedroom door and raised his eyebrows in suggestion. Whilst usually, the younger woman wouldn't even need to be told twice, she was admittedly hesitant; the house was empty, but what if someone came back? What if her mamá went looking for her? Then what? Félix seemed to sense this and strolled over to his wife, placing a gentle but strong hand over the small of her back and peppered her neck with kisses and tiny bites. Pepa turned a deep shade of pink and the temperature in the room turned warmer by a few degrees. Not that the people of the encanto would notice; there had been a bout of good weather, a few degrees warmer wouldn't make anyone assume something was happening.

"Mi vida...." he sang softly, now running his fingers up and down her arm, the tips tracing the tiny hairs. She rolled her eyes at this, but was struggling to resist his charms. It was one of the things that made her fall for him in the first place. "I know you want it," Félix whispered in a lower tone. Ooh, now she was listening. "You'd look beautiful mi corazon. Spread out, my face in between your legs..." Pepa was all ears. If there was one thing she could never turn down, it was oral. The way he'd use his lips to create suction against her folds, his tongue becoming sharp and poking at her delicate clit, driving her wild every time...

"Okay..." she found herself saying. Félix practically danced with glee, the excitement in his pants already evident. Whilst not particularly long, much like its owner, it was incredibly thick and more than whetted Pepa's seemingly insatiable hunger when the mood took her.

With a grin, Félix flipped her onto his shoulders and gave her ass a short, sharp spank, the sound masking the moan that came out. "That's it, Pepa. Papi's gonna take good care of you."

Pepa's heart was now racing, with the temperature matching her thoughts. Hot, hot and fucking hot. As he carried her up the stairs, Félix wiped his brow. He noticed they had stopped at the picture of his father in law that adorned the wall and was them. He muttered a quick apology about what he was about to do to Pedro's daughter and dashed up the rest of the stairs two at a time, leaving Pepa to cling on for dear life until she was tossed onto their bed with a soft thump. Félix Madrigal was a man on a mission and if his wife ended up being collateral damage, then so be it. She was just about to change her position when Félix lifted his finger whilst searching for supplies with his back turned. "I wouldn't do that if I were you..." he sang in a slightly menacing, but also joking tone.

It wasn't often that Félix let out this side of him, much preferring to be the spectator and worshipper than be in control and whilst it was something that Pepa didn't complain about (and why should she?), even she had to agree that it would be nice to be the one ordered around for once. To be the one in terrified awe of what was going to happen next, what the next touch would bring. All she could do was nod and return to how she was beforehand. A cry of triumph was heard as Félix found what he was looking for. Pepa looked up and her eyes grew wide, a hot and dense cloud appearing overhead. In his hands were a small bottle of lube, a gold and black silky blindfold and a pair of handcuffs, teasing Pepa as they glistened in the light.

"Félix, I-" Pepa was cut short by Félix shushing her softly and instructing her to lift her head, which she did with great ease. Her world turned dark as he tied a blindfold around her eyes, the silk refreshingly cool against her skin. She jumped and squealed as he lightly nipped her earlobe, immediately cooling it down again with a swipe of his tongue.

"Tan hermosa, mi amor..." Félix whispered, leaning over his wife's body. Pepa shivered with anticipation as Félix traced a finger down her cheek and along her side, making sure to stop next to her thigh. "Hmmm..." she heard him muse and drum up and down on her pale complexion. "Ah!" A decision was made. Her head followed the sound; his finger pretending to be impatient as he bunched up her dress with his left hand. Pepa gave a small gasp. She hadn't realised how warm she actually was until her skin was met with the (only slightly) cooler air. Félix clearly didn't want that and tutted in mock disapproval. "I didn't say you could speak, did I?" he asked, his fingers now interlacing with the delicate material of her panties. Head shake. Félix cocked his head. "I'm sorry, what was that? I didn't hear you." Pepa shot daggers through the dark material. Oh, this was how he was playing, was it? Very well. "No, sir," she muttered, knowing he liked that. Félix felt his pants jump at that; not that he wasn't turned on already, but god damn, something about her calling him 'sir', it just did things to him. "Good girl," he cooed, his fingers now at her core.

If his fingers could talk, they'd be complaining at the heat radiating from the woman of his life, it was crazy how much heat she'd give off! He made eye contact with her, never leaving for a moment as he slipped a digit into the source. He hitched his breath, as did she. She was so warm, so wet and intoxicating, he swore he could get drunk just off her and her alone.

"Félix..." she whispered softly, biting her lip and leaving a darkened trace of where her teeth were. He put a hand up to shush her, the other pumping into a rythmn. In, out, in, out. Oh, she was loosening up nicely; her walls became more slick with arousal and the small whispers of his name had started to become pathetic whimpers parting from her lips. With a menacing grin, he inserted a second finger and curled them both, not once losing rythmn. In out, in out. Pepa's hips buckled into his fingers, having too much fun to notice that the room and the encanto were slowly becoming a sauna.

By this point, even Félix had noticed the heat and had to stop for a second. Pepa let out an indignant whine as his fingers left and didn't curl back in; why was it just when she was getting into a rythmn and enjoying herself that it had to stop? Félix gave a low chuckle and took his shirt off, showing off a solid chest covered with thousands of grey hairs that were shiny with sweat and frizzy from the humidity generated from his wife. She reached out a slender hand and put it on his chest, feeling the dull thumps of his heartbeat, having no doubt that his pants would feel the same. The older man took her hand and kissed it softly, whispering her praises as the taste of skin fell on his eager lips; salt intermingled with an underlying sweetness that reminded him of their favourite wine.

His wife on the other hand, was revelling in the attention that he was bestowing upon her. She loved being showered with praise, sometimes to a fault, but having not heard it unless she was being of service for so long, it wasn't like she could be blamed for having a bit (okay, a lot) of a praise kink.

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It's HC time my dudes! Awww yeeeeah!

So my twin sister showed me a picture where Félix is carrying baby Antonio in a chest sling (picture for reference) and it got me thinking. I know there's a joke in the Encanto fandom where Camilo and Mirabel are twins seeing how they're so close in age with both Félix and Augustín fearing for their lives during their respective wife's pregnancy, so once both babies are born, Félix takes them both out around the town wearing a baby sling. Camilo in the front and Mirabel chilling in the back. The sweet old dears of the town gather around baby Camilo, cooing and awwing, with Camilo naturally soaking up the attention. Félix seizes his opportunity. "Perdóneme señoras, but I know something better than one baby..." He turns around and there is Mirabel, looking around with her wide, dark eyes. "DOS BEBÉS!"

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rachiqueen · 2 months ago

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Timeline: 2024 September 21st, Saturday night. Location: Blackout Night Club Mood: Playful, carefree, horny Attire: See above. He's also got some extras underneath and is wearing heeled black boots with a red bottom With: By himself, but for how long? 🤭 Music: Sexy Naughty Bitch - Tata Young (THIS IS RACHI'S THEME SONG)

There was no better way to celebrate the weekend by going out and having a good time - this is what Rachi, a regular party-goer and night club hopper - wholeheartedly believed. It was the perfect Saturday night so far, with the self-named 'queen' visiting his favourite club, Blackout, ready to dance and drink and enjoy in the hedonistic pleasures life could offer. He didn't always leave the club with someone - but Rachi was banking on it today, and he knew that Blackout had... special kinds of additional fun.

Rachi wasn't drunk, but had been drinking, enough to have a bit of a buzz going on. It felt good, like he was weightless as he danced alongside different people, letting them touch his waist and grab his ass. He couldn't always hold back his moans when that happened, since the plug he stuffed in his ass before going out would jostle inside of him, brushing up against his tight walls. Luckily for Rachi there was loud music playing, but even if there weren't, he wouldn't care - he knew what he wanted, and was looking for someone to play with him, unwrap him like a gift and fuck him senseless. His clothes would make it too easy, with Rachi not wearing a shirt beneath his partially open jacket. If he moved a certain way, it barely concealed his nipple rings, and the chain that was attached to them, hanging in the middle and ready to be pulled. Beneath his pants, Rachi was wearing red-laced lingerie, the back of it open so that he didn't even need to take it off to have sex - he could just be fucked with them on. It exposed the base of his large black plug, the red button at the bottom flashing, ready for someone to press it and make it vibrate inside.

Seeing that his current dance partner was getting a bit tired trying to keep up with him, Rachi flashed him a smile before waving goodbye, moving around the dance floor to find someone else to occupy his time. He spotted someone whom he recognise, a person whose 'services' he had used before, and noticed many other handsome men around him. One in particular stood out - the man wearing the pretty pearl necklace. That was his target. Rachi quickly stopped by the bar to take a shot for luck before making his way over there...

#rachi/timeline

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tyrianluda · 11 months ago

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So I watched Emesis Blue for the first time today and I wrote my reaction

Here's my reaction

Note: SPOILERS (Obviously), Swearing and mild Simping, Also this is a long post since I had a lot to write

Also the film itself has a lot of blood and gore, as well as flashing lights. Please take this into consideration if you plan on watching it.

(I started writing 23 minutes in)

Love the colors and the use of sound

Having soft and pleasant music for it's most fucked up scenes is an amazing choice

Soldier is still a dumbass but I'm perfectly fine with it

I really like the voice acting, even if you can tell that they are impersonations

Oh god

Scout what the fuck happened to you

(right after) Oh that's what happened to you

Engineer is scaring me rn, his voice

"You look lost, boy" Jesus, that's getting me to shiver in my boots

Scout's voice acting specifically is amazing personally, the screaming feels so painful

"Before you get us killed" 5 seconds before disaster

The camera angles are amazing

The anticipation on some scenes are absolutely chilling

Engineer what the fuck

I should stop flinching when something happens but damn

WHAT THE FUCK WHAT'S WITH THE PIANO

GET HIS ASS MEDIC

OOOOOHHHH THE MUSIC CHANGE

The impact of the hits are so visceral I love it

Medic saying "Nien!" when Engie is about to kill him hits hard

(when Medic is brought back to life) HOLY FUCK HE RESPAWNED

THE FACIAL EXPRESSIONS ARE FUCKING ME UP I SEE THE RAGE AND REVENGE ON MEDIC'S FACE

DAMN

The sigh of relief from medic OMG

It sounds like the voice actors are right next to me when they are breathing heavy or groaning or panting like Bro, I need to be scared, not horny

The argument between spy and soldier is agony bro, it feels like a divorced couple;

"You're gonna shoot me?"

"We're done!"

SNIPER??????

HOLY FUCK IT'S SNIPER

SOLDIER YOU DUMBASS NO

AYO HE (soldier) MADE IT???

SOLDIER YOU DUMBASS I LOVE YOU

"let him bleed" BRUH

soldier? What the fuck is up with you?

(right after) oh

SPY OH GOD

"SOLDIER, DON'T LEAVE ME" *leaves*

the suspense between spy and the masked man oh god

The violence conveyed through the shadow on the wall is amazing. I know this has already been done before but still

The symbolism of the U.S. flag burning behind him is not lost on me

WAR FLASHBACK??? Possible inference of Soldier having PTSD here

DEMOMAN MY GUY :D

THE REPEATED DIALOGUE FROM EARLIER OH DAMN

woah

THE GORE DAMN

the cracking sound effect when soldier picks up the hands is so crunchy

What the

"Goodbye" (on the wall) AH FUCK

The music still pleasant despite the scene being gruesome

I just like the sounds man

DEMOMAN IS AWESOME HERE I LOVE YOU

OH god MEDIC, GET CONTACTS MY GOD

YOOO

I LOVE THE FACIAL EXPRESSIONS FROM HIM (medic) MY GOD

HELIX slander

THE FEAR IN SOLDIER'S EYES UNDER THE HELMET

FUCK OH NO

DEMOMAN AND SOLDIER NO

Medic holy fuck you're the GOAT

the lights buzzing when the... nevermind they turned off

God I feel bad for everyone here jesus christ

HIS LAUGHING IS USUALLY SO UNHINGED AND FUN BUT HERE, IT'S JUST DEPRESSING

"A new car. My own personal assistant. I think I've earned it." JESUS THE CASUAL TALKING DESPITE WHAT HE'S DOING

"I saw the Devil in their eyes" demoman having an line that goes hard

Demoman, my beloved

I forgot to say the writing is amazing

The Shining reference is great right now

Engineer's laugh ..just his laugh...I don't know if I'm scared here or simping

Engineer talking about the respawn is so chilling "It's a purgatory"

I love the aesthetic of this film

"Y/N" I'm getting fanfiction flashbacks

Jules, I saw you for like 5 minutes and I already despise you

"Tata :D" SHUT YOUR ASS UP

The screaming still unnerves me

The callback with the elevator with blood from the start of the film. Also it might be another Shining reference since that was in the movie too

Spy unmasked is kinda attractive ngl, not a great time to say it but still

The baseball possibly being symbolism for Scout and having it be seen when Medic is in emotional distress. I just love symbolism, my bad

The eye contact from Medic looking at the camera like

Medic having delusions from earlier scenes and interactions and having it unnerve him further

WAIT SO THOSE AREN'T DELUSIONS???

WAIT I THINK HE'S STUCK IN A TIME LOOP

the fucked up mercenary designs are amazing and terrifying

Possible religious symbolism with the cross

CLONES. IT'S CLONES

Soldier seeing Demoman again but he's... putting his head against Demo's chest UGH I'M FEELING PAIN AND AGONY AND SADNESS

Soldier unclipping the piece of the grenade OH GOD

MEDIC IS WEARING THE CROSS. I FUCKING KNEW THERE WAS SYMBOLISM

he looks kinda hot with the cross on him. I mean who said that.

I keep repeating this but whatever, I love the voice acting

THE SOUND WHEN MEDIC IS USING THE AXE IS ODDLY SATISFYING WHAT THE HELL

Jules being a war criminal made sense actually given mercenaries IRL are already legally dubious

Spy is speaking facts rn

YESSSS JULES IS DEAD

Spy's face looking burnt and fucked up is oddly aesthetically pleasing

OH GOD THEY'RE DOING RUSSIAN ROULETTE

SOLDIER SAYING 'YOU'RE GONNA MAKE IT" RIGHT BEFORE MEDIC DIES IS PAINFUL

MEDIC

SPY YOU MOTHERFUCKER

I thought the roulette scene would be more drawn out and slow to make the outcome more painful but having it be so quick works well still

"A true enemy has yet to reveal themself."

DEMO, WHAT THE FUCK DOES THAT IMPLY

Soldier being in the place where they dump the corpses and having it resemble the traditional perception of hell, OH GOD

THE SCREAMING IS STILL UNNERVING

I have a feeling the film is doing the "when you stare at the abyss for too long, it stares back at you", when Soldier is looking at him and Scout from earlier

I THINK SOLDIER IS HAVING DELUSIONS TOO LIKE MEDIC

SOLDIER IN CASUAL AND NORMAL CLOTHING WITHOUT THE HELMET FEELS SO WRONG

GOD I FEEL SAD

THE MANN BROTHERS

"I need you to sit down." BRUH HE'S ALREADY SITTING ON A WHEELCHAIR

THE ARGUMENT BETWEEN THE BROTHERS BEING PETTY AS FUCK IS FUNNY

(I PAUSED TO MAKE A GUESS. SOLDIER IS NOT GONNA FOLLOW THE SCRIPT)

(I FUCKING KNEW IT)

SOLDIER LOOKING AT THE MASKED SPY WITH SUCH ANGER WHEN SPEAKING INACCURATELY ABOUT JULES'S DEATH. COMPLETELY UNDERSTANDABLE

"Did you kill him?" I'M ROOTING FOR THE OLD MFS

(NEVERMIND WTF WAS I THINKING)

MEDIC YES

HE FUCKING SHOT SPY

DAMN MEDIC LOOKS GHASTLY

(I PAUSED AGAIN TO PUT ALL MY THOUGHTS IN ORDER)

MEDIC REALLY JUST SHOT A GUY AND LEFT THE FUNERAL HOME WITHOUT A WORD

MEDIC'S FUCKING THOUSAND YARD STARE

"I OUTLIVED YOU BROTHER >:D" *dies right after*

THE COMEDY AND HORROR IN THIS FILM IS AMAZING

ENGINEER'S VOICE IS ASMR RN AND I DON'T KNOW WHY

THE PIANO CHORDS FROM EARLIER YOOO

THIS IS ABSOLUTELY A SHINING REFERENCE

ENGINEER, YOU SON OF A BITCH

also I never said this yet but the cinematography is spectacular

The silence is unnerving me rn

JULES????

(At the scene where it turns out Medic died driving the ambulance)

...holy fuck

CHAD PAYNE, I LOVE YOUR WRITING AND DIRECTION AND VOICE ACTING AND-

#mostly untagged because it's kinda just insane ramblings #there's some analysis somewhere but there's also some simping #so it's a mixed bag #love the film so much #the horror elements were genuinely impactful in the best ways

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if i lived with bkg i'd feel the need to flash him my boobs like 20 times a day

OMG NO because I love the imagery of like...

Him, glancing at you: "Hey, what do you want for—"

You: *flashes tits*

Him, looking back: WHAT THE—

You, already put your shirt down: what? What happened?

AND IT HAPPENING ALL THE TIME LMFAOOO. When he's cooking, when you come into the office to ask something, when he gets out of the shower... just, nonstop ajeksfkajdsk.

Soooo funny because he gets incredibly... fake upset, but like... can't actually punish you for anything because you just deny the whole thing and it's not like you did anything... THAT wrong.

It's repeatedly, though. And he gets soooo exasperated trying to keep up w/ it; the vein in his neck probably never goes down in your house LMAOOO.

But... just makes so better sex at the end of the day I suppose, right? When you find out, let us know <333

(@iiomilo cuz I remember you posting something like this for Ibiza <3)

#bakugo #his eyes are gonna fall right outta his head if you keep it up #and dont u dare try it if his friends are over #he's in the kitchen getting drinks for everyone and ur a little ways behind the doorway #flashing tatas and he's like.#trying to restrain himself from yelling #thank GOD his friends are all focused on the tv #LMFAOOO WHY AM I GETTING MAD ON HIS BEHALF #no lol i think it sounds fun! and cute!#would definitely try #and then u get u back broke by the d*ck <3 #good night #ask #anon #caitie things

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Sooo I just binged your entire Catch Us If You Can series and I’ve been thinking… It’s been stated that Bane is fascinated by mc’s tatas cuz he’s basically a lizard man and his species doesn’t have them. So what if as a side effect of the hormonal implant mc got in the last chapter to control her estrous cycle caused said tatas to lactate? I’d imagine Bane would flip the fuck out lmao. Just an idea from the deep recesses of my filthy mind

So no actual lactation, because I have...plans...but have some tata lovin'!

99 Problems: Entry #72 (Cad Bane x F!Reader)

Summary: You're really keen on showing off your tits to goddamn everybody and Cad Bane is sick of it. Also, he finds your erotica stash.

Pairing: Cad Bane/F!Reader

Rating: 🌶 Explicit 🌶

Word Count: ~4k

Warnings: Flashing, really bad in-universe erotica, xeno fucking, mammary intercourse, Todo abuse, really bad in-universe pornography

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DRIVE B//: User > Me > Documents > Text > Personal > Other > list1.hpd

LIST OF REASONS YOURE A PAIN IN THE ASS AND I SHOULD TURN YOU IN

#72: YOU KEEP TAKING YOUR TITS OUT IN FRONT OF PEOPLE THAT ARENT ME

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Bane is sitting in the cockpit, conducting a very important business call.

“Whaddaya mean, ‘ya can’t find it?’” Bane hisses. “It’s a Zeltron streakin’ across the quad of a Core World university. Something had to have recorded it.”

“I mean, yeah, but...” Ike replies. The projection shifts in his seat. “You’re asking me to comb through terabytes of information--”

“So do it.”

“Cad, I’m one guy! I’ve got a life outside of this, believe it not.”

Bane bristles. “One: quit callin’ me dat. Two: I gave ya a time frame an’ a location. Start combin’. Use one o’ yer logarithms or whatever ya called ‘em.”

He’s not sure why the idea of you streaking has stuck with him so hard, but stars above, it is stuck. Public nudity? Your breasts? Co-ed you was hitting all his buttons and you didn’t even realize it.

He’s been ekeing information about it out of you since you mentioned it: it happened in the second half of your freshman year, there was snow on the ground, and it was from one end of the quad to the other. That should be more than enough information to go on.

Ike huffs like a bantha. “Algorithms. They’re algorithms.” He leans forward and types something. “It’ll take awhile. I want half up front.”

“Ya get yer money when I get my footage--”

The doors open and you barge into the cockpit, carrying a data pad. You look... mildly panicked about something. “I need your help, Cad.”

“Oh, so she gets to call you that...” Ike mutters.

“‘Cause she’s prettier’n you.” Bane turns to you. “I’m in de middle o’ somethin’.”

You respond by throwing the datapad down and lifting your shirt up. You are not wearing a bra.

Ike makes a choking sound, and Bane cuts the holofeed. “Are my boobs bigger?!” you ask.

Bane blinks several times. “Ike, I’m callin’ ya back.” Without taking his eyes off you, he terminates the call.

He drags his gaze away from your chest and up to your face. He wants to get mad at you for interrupting him and flashing someone that wasn’t him, but your brows are knit up and your lips pursed. You’re really distressed about this.

You cup your breasts in your hands, squeezing them firmly. “I think they’re bigger,” you say.

The squish of the pliant pink flesh between your fingers is entrancing. He’s having a very hard time thinking. “Ya say dat like it’s a bad thing, girl.”

“I mean, it might be!” You keep squishing, and he keeps staring. “These things have been the same size since I was sixteen. I’m either getting fat or...” You trail off. Worry clouds your face for a brief moment, but it passes. “No, no, I’m in estrus. That’s proof alone that I’m not.”

So that’s why you’re flustered. Nice.

He doesn’t fight his grin. “Ya know, they do look a li’l big... Gonna hafta take a closer look.”

He grabs your hips and pulls you to stand between his legs. You don’t fight at all, and he brings his hands up.

Sometimes he hates how much he loves these things. They’re really just perfect in every way. Big enough to bounce when you trot around and weighty enough to fill his palms. A nice curve, too, gently sloping downwards to rise as they reach your nipples. He loves those the most. Dark little circles that bump up as he squeezes them, sometimes makeing you moan. And they taste so sweet...

He brushes the pad of his thumb over one, making you shiver, and presses his lips to the little peak. You coo, but as he’s about to draw his tongue across it, you push him away.

You pull your shirt back down. “Later,” you say softly.

Bane’s train of thought crashes. You turning him down rarely happens, but it still hurts when you do.

He must not have hid it very well, because you smile sweetly at him. “I just need some girl time, alright? Come on up and see me later.”

Well, better than nothing. He releases you from his grip and waves you off. “Have fun buzzin’.” He pauses. “...Dey did feel a bit bigger.”

“Okay, so I’m not going crazy. Thank you.” You leave him with a wink and trot off back to your ship.

Alone in the cockpit, he sighs. Now he needs some girl time, too. But his hand will have to do.

As he stands, he steps on something flat. It’s the holopad you dropped earlier. He decides to snoop.

There’s no lock on it. Surprisingly unwise move on your part, though he supposes there’s no one else on your ship but you.

He flicks through the files. This must be your reading holopad. All of the files seem to be books, based on the accompanying images. Zeltros: A History, Volume 3. At the Foot of Mount Belzoni. Kingdom of Thirst. Respectable reading with minimalist, classy covers.

He keeps scrolling. The more recent titles become simpler. The One-Week Night. The Marquis and I. Lonely Seduction. He recognizes the cover style: highly doctored glamor shots of barely-clothed men and women gazing at each other. Trashy romance novels he’s seen advertised at every convenience stop. Lots of Zeltron women being caressed by Zeltron men -- though he sees a few Humans in there. Maybe a Twi’lek.

And then he gets to a folder. NOT PORN, it says. He opens it.

DION GET OUT OF MY HOLOPAD OR I’M TELLING YOUR MOM, reads the next folder. Well, he’s not Dion. So he opens it.

Now here’s something he can give you a hard time about. These covers are thrown together, with titles in big block lettering. Giving the Emperor an Heir. A Gangster Forced My Estrus. A Baby for the Bounty Hunter.

Bane snickers at that last one in particular. Seems you get baby fever in your estrus as much as he does when he gets fertile.

He’s looking for more things to tease you with when he sees the most recent folder: DMZF. He swears he’s seen that acronym before, but where?

He opens it and, looking at the titles, gets his answer.

It’s a porn site category. Duros Male, Zeltron Female.

And apparently it’s an erotica category as well, based on the kilobytes upon kilobytes of filth you have here. And all very recently downloaded. The earliest is from a few months ago.

He does some quick math in his head. That’s about the same time he first captured you.

Cad Bane does not get giddy. Excited, maybe, but not giddy. But right now, he feels the same sadistic glee as a child catching their sibling doing something they’re not supposed to be doing. You are never going to hear the end of this.

He jumps out of his chair and practically sprints to the ladder. He bolts up the rungs and into your ship, clambering inside.

He can hear the humming of your vibrator from here -- you call it Buzz, but he refuses to anthropomorphize your sex toys. He’s got a line and calling your dildo Richard is on it. Your quiet purrs and moans echo in the small space, though slightly muffled.

Vincenzo snoozes at the base of the stairs, and he gives the tooka-cat a tip of the hat as he passes. Vince blinks slowly, then paws at the air.

You’re under your blankets. Completely under. He raps his knuckles on the wall and you squeal, the lump under the blankets sitting bolt upright. You pull the thick comforter off, ruining your hair. Your surprised expression turns to irritation.

“Go away,” you say flatly. “This is Irno Time.”

He holds up the holopad. “Forgot yer books. Thought you might need some material. Like...” He looks at the screen. “A Lighter Shade of Blue: A Xeno Love Story.”

You blanch. Eyes wide, jaw dropped, color completely draining out of your face. It’s the most glorious expression he’s ever seen on you.

“Or maybe Delfina’s Duro Delight. Dat cover looks nice. Girl kinda looks like ya,” he says. “Or The Good Captain Cachi: Pink Pirates #13. Any strikin’ yer fancy?”

You leap out of that bed like your ass is on fire. “Give me that!” you shriek. You lunge towards him, only for your foot to get caught on the sheet. You fall on your belly, and he grins wryly.

“I could read to ya, if ya want. Really capture de spirit of it.” The pirate one looks the funniest, so he taps it. If he knows you half as well as he cares to admit, you probably have the sex scenes bookmarked.

And he does!

You lunge at him, but he throws his forearm out to hold you back as he reads. “‘She hisses as he enters. Maker, he’s so big and his cock cool against her scorching pussy. Nothing like Zeltron men. His ridges fill her insides so wonderfully--’”

You’re so mad you’re going in and out of a few different languages. Something in Zeltrian, something that sounds like Huttese, “--rat bastard son of a motherfucker--” and something he has no idea what it is. Honestly, it just makes the situation funnier.

He skips ahead a few pages. “‘Ah, my dear, you take me so well,’ the captain croons. His scarlet orbs blaze like the setting suns as he pumps his throbbing member in and out of her. ‘My beautiful izrin piratess--’” Bane cuts himself off, frowning. “Dat ain’t how ya use dat. Dis idiot didn’t do de research--”

You duck under his arm and tackle him at the waist, hitting him right in the diaphragm and taking the wind right out of him. You’d be great in a game of gravball, he thinks as he falls. His hat pops off as he hits the floor.

You crawl up his body, pearly teeth curled into a snarl as you reach for the pad. He holds it above his head, forcing you to clamber even further, forcing your breasts against his face.

They’re still as fantastic as they were a few minutes ago.

He drops the datapad and wraps his arms around your torso, pulling you in as close as he can, completely engulfing his face in your tits. You squeak and try to scramble away, but he has you tight. He inhales your scent -- you absolutely reek of flowers. You’re definitely in estrus.

He growls in appreciation and rolls you over beneath him. He keeps nuzzling your breasts, using his hands to squeeze them close together. He grinds his hardening cock against your thigh. Your moan reverberates in your chest and fills his ears.

He twists his head to the side to free his mouth. “Ya feel my ridges, girl? Rock hard ‘cause o’ dese.”

“Guh-huh,” you choke out.

He’s never heard you make that sound before. He pulls himself away to look up at you, make sure you’re not dying.

You’ve got a smoky look in your wide eyes, your lovely lips parted as you pant. You stare at him, then blink.

“...you ever have a Farstine fuck?” you ask.

Bane straightens up to stare at you. He’s heard both of those words, but never in that order right next to each other. “Have I ever what?”

“Farstine fuck,” you say. “It’s where you put your dick between my breasts and... go for it.”

Is that what it’s called? He’s seen it, but never done it. Didn’t feel right to ask a working girl for that, nor did any short-term paramours ever offer.

Bane leaps to his feet, struggling to get his trousers off with his cock already at full mast. You stumble over to your, where you flop onto it and grab your vibrator. You grind against it as he peels off his clothes, watching him intently.

He gasps in relief as his cock finally springs free, and he notices you licking your lips. “So how we do dis, exactly?”

You pause in your buzzing to pull a bottle from your bedside table. You dump the green-tinted lubricant all over your chest, and give him a lidded smile. “Slick me up.”

He’s on you in a femtosecond, straddling your chest, working the lubricant all around. They look wonderful all shiny, and he suddenly understands why models get themselves all oiled up.

“So here’s how we do,” you say. You guide his cock to lay in the valley between your breasts. With one hand, you squish one of them up against it. “Take the other side.”

He does so. He can’t resist giving your nipple a little pinch.

You let out a little purr and grin at him. With your free hand, you reach around for your vibrator, and after a sharp click, he feels the buzzing traveling up your body.

“Now you just-- ooh!” You hit something good and cut yourself off with a cute hiccup of a moan. “--just start thrusting!”

He does just that. It doesn’t feel quite as magical as it does buried in your pussy, but sweet stars above, the sight of two of his favorite things in such close conjunction sends a jolt straight to his groin. “Now dat’s a view,” he rasps.

You try to give him a cool, seductive smile, but with the blush on your cheeks and your brow knit up, it looks comical. No less sexy, though. Hells, you actually look more attractive.

He kneads your breast as he fucks between them. “Ya know, I always wanted t‘ ruin a girl fer her own species,” he says.

Your hips jerk up, and you suck in a breath. “I’m not-- It’s not just you, I--”

“Don’t deny it, li’l lady.” He brings his free hand up to drag his fingers along your cheek, so soft and warm. “Gotcha hooked on xenos, didn’t I? On dis big, long prick?” Your twitch turns your face away, and he grabs you by the hair to drag your head up. “Look at it. It’s split yer pussy open a hundred times an’ it’ll do it a hundred times more.”

You stare at his cock as it moves between your breasts, the pupils of your eyes wide. He realizes he can feel your heartbeat through his cock, and it’s going wild. So is his, of course, but you don’t know that.

You swallow and drag your gaze up to match his. “Sounds like you’re the one addicted.”

...How’d you know that? There’s no way you knew that. This is just your usual back and forth.

Mercifully, you don’t seem to notice his shock and continue. “You’re the one who’s -- guh -- wanted to put a baby in me twice already despite the fact that we’re not the same species.”

There’s his out, thank the Maker. He chuckles, low in his throat. “Can’t fault me fer dat. Ya’d just look so good wit’ yer belly all round.”

Your eyes widen and your heartbeat quickens. The buzzing of the vibrator increases in intensity. “Keep... Keep talking.”

He pulls his lips back to show you his fangs. “But it’s so hard t’ focus... Why don’tchu tell me whatchu like about de idea of carryin’ an alien's baby?”

The noise that exits your mouth makes Bane worry you swallowed your tongue, but you find your voice. “I-I-I don’t know...” you stutter. “I just... All Zeltrons want babies, and--”

“Babies?” He gives your breast a squeeze. “Ya sayin’ ya want more’n one? A couple li'l Cads an' Irnos runnin' 'round, raisin' hell?”

He wishes he could bottle your expression. You’re so flushed you’re almost red, and your eyes so wide and dark he could fall into them. Your hair quivers as you give him a jerky nod.

“I could make dat happen. I’ve got a few more good breedin’ years left in me.” His own breath catches at that phrasing. “An’ yer young an’ plenty fertile, if dat estrus o’ yers is anything to go on.”

The vibrator clicks to an even higher setting. “Yes. Yes, I am,” you say quickly. You squeeze your eyes shut. “Very. Very fertile. I’ve had-- Quite a few scares over the years--”

“An’ you’ll never have one again, li’l lady,” he croons. He strokes your hair, soft and silky. He’s getting close.

Your eyes pop open, your brow furrowing. “Huh?”

“‘Cause next time, it won’t be a scare.” He grabs your jaw, forcing you to hold his gaze. “Yer gonna be pregnant.”

Your face contorts, and your breathing quickens. You let out a mewl, and your hips buck upwards.

“An’ once ya got a li’l baby squirmin’ in yer arms, I’ll do it again. An’ again. An’ again. An' again.” His voice gets rougher with every word. "Couple boys fer me, couple girls fer you. Sounds fair."

You find your voice between bucks. “Why stop at four?!” you squeak. “We got-- We got the credits!”

Maker, he wishes he was in your pussy right now. “Five? Six? Seven was always my lucky number, but eight--!”

The vibrator hits the floor as you thrust your pelvis upwards, your brow knit and lips gasping for air as you come undone, your eyes wide and looking right into his. It’s such a lovely sight that he hits his peak as well. Thin beige droplets splatter all over your neck, and he has to catch himself with his arms before he falls atop you.

You grab his hips as you come down, catching your breath. A few aftershocks rack you, and you give him a weak smile.

He returns it and falls to the side. He lays there, gulping down air, admiring your body. Lithe and lean, with nicely-proportioned hips. You’d have no problem birthing a child. And you’re young, so you’d probably lose the weight quickly...

Your voice knocks him from his musings. “Eight kids would ruin my figure.”

He huffs a laugh. “Got ya t' cum, though.”

"I'm in estrus. Every part of my body is telling me 'make a baby.' And what's better than one baby?” You throw your hands up. “Eight, apparently."

He sits up with a grunt. You keep a towel under your nightstand for cleanup, and he grabs it. "Can't say I agree wit' dat," he says.

"You'll be singing a different tune when you hit your... whatever you call it.” You touch the thin drops ringing your neck. "Finally gave me a pearl necklace," you murmur.

He chuckles a little at that. "Looks good on ya." He hands you the towel and stands to get dressed. "Any chance ya'd let me fuck yer tits again?"

"Of course!" you chirp. "I'm glad someone in the galaxy appreciates them."

The implication of that raises his brows. He pauses in pulling his trousers up. "Whoever doesn't like yer tits is an idiot." He pauses. "Or likes men."

"I appreciate the enthusiasm." You toss the towel away and give them an idle squeeze. His cock twitches, but he doesn't think he can go another round right now. Definitely later, though. "They really do feel bigger... But I'm not pregnant, so I don't know why..."

He pauses again to look at you. "Why would dat make 'em bigger?"

You frown at him like he asked a stupid question, but it vanishes. "Right, you're a reptile, you wouldn't know." You sit up. "That’s where we make the milk to feed babies."

He stares at you. You're fucking with him. You have to be.

But before he can call you on it, Todo's voice echoes through the ship. "Mister Bane?"

"Up here. Whaddaya want?"

Todo putters into the Rashoon Breeze and up the stairs to your quarters to hover before him.

"You've received a call from Ike. It seems that he found the footage you'd requested--"

Suddenly, a black streak jumps from the stairs and collides with Todo. Todo yelps and tries to get away, but Vincenzo clamps his jaws on one of his leg joints and he crashes to the floor. He rips the leg right off and streaks back down the stairs, his claws clicking on the metal.

"My booster!" Todo shrieks.

Bane is too surprised by the whole chain of events to react, but a musical sound reaches his ears. You've flopped back onto the bed, your arm slung over your eyes as rollicking peals of laughter escape you. It's not chirpy anymore -- more like a flock of nuna all riled up about a nexu in the henhouse.

It's contagious, and he can't help but smile too.

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You are Irno Favara. And after introducing Cad Bane to the wonders of mammary intercourse and giving a brief biology lesson, your cat absolutely wrecked his droid out of nowhere and it was the funniest goddamn thing you've seen in a month.

You do feel a bit bad, though. Through a combination of bribery and pss pss pss-ing, you managed to get Todo's booster back, but as Bane repaired the little guy, he realized a gasket was missing. You were on your hands and knees for a good half hour, but no sign of it.

Cad was nonplussed, though. "Got some spare parts in a box somewhere," he said as he twisted a screwdriver along the droid's chassis. "Check de compartment under my bunk." He paused to point the screwdriver at you. "An’ don't touch anythin' else."

You’d put your hand over your heart and held up the other. "Wouldn't dream of it."

For once in your life, you're weren’t lying. You've already scoured his room before and found nothing, so why bother doing it again?

You take a closer look at the pin-ups on his bunk wall. Again, you note that there are no Duros girls. You wonder if there's a reason for that or if they just don't pose sexy. Which is a shame, you think. Every woman should feel hot when she wants to.

You squat down to open the compartment. It's deep, and you have to reach in to grab things.

This must be his equivalent of a junk drawer, because there's all sorts of stuff in here. You pull out a few music slugs, enough random parts to build a whole new droid, and what looks like it might have been an oddly-shaped hand-sewed pillow at one point. The fabric is completely worn, the stuffing disintegrated long ago, and it's covered in rips.

No gaskets to be seen, though. You reach in deeper.

You think you find the gasket, but it's on top of something flat and cool to the touch. A few somethings, actually. Holodisc cases? Why would he have shoved them under here? You pull them out.

And looking at the covers, you realize why. Lots of sexy, scantily-clad, heavily made-up women posing with equally attractive, very well-endowed males. Big, ridiculous titles like Twi'leks Gone Wild 5: Heads With Tails.

You found his porn stash. Men really are all the same, you muse.

But you notice the layer of dust on these. They haven't been watched in ages. You wonder if he got bored of them... Or if he hasn't needed them because he's been screwing you.

You reach into the compartment again and feel around. More smooth cases brush against your fingertips, these less dusty. You pull them out.

Tickled Pink. Rose As She Goes. Backdoor Man 10: Zeltron Verandas. Magenta Mamas. Candid Cafarels. A Duros on Zeltros.

"Cad Bane, you fucking hypocrite," you say aloud.

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ratsoh-writes · 3 years ago

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Main ten with a SO that likes to hang around the house nude/semi-nude?

Under the cut for a few problematic boys

Sans: this is pretty funny, but nudity doesn’t phase him all that much. SO could plop in his lap in nothing at all and unless it was obvious they were looking for more than just a cuddle, sans would keep it that way lol. It’s a different story though if SO pranced around in nothing but some old pajamas. He’s weird like that

Papyrus: the first few times he’d be a flustered mess either getting mixed signals from SO or embarrassedly screeching at them to put something on. After a while papyrus gets used to being constantly flashed and won’t even bat an eye anymore lol. Like he just comes home, sees the Tatas are out and will ask what you want for dinner

Star: you’re getting smacked. Every time Star sees his SOs booty on display, he’s determined to leave a handprint lol. And he’s a horn dog. Nudity will not go unpunished in this household

Honey: spicy words are what fluster him, not butts. Honey might flounder a bit the first time his SO decided to chill cheeks out, but he gets used to it so fast it isn’t even funny. Now the booty doesn’t even phase him lol. He does think it makes a good pillow though

Red: walking around nude is basically an invitation to this guy. He’ll be grumpy if you don’t want a bed time when you do this lol. But then red starts chilling shirtless too and now you both have the same problem

Edge: he always always always can’t handle it lol. Each time edge sees you shirtless he’ll startle and either smirk and flirt or screech out to put something on. He won’t force you though ;)

Mal: if you’re going to tease him all day like this, then he’s going to wear some of his spicier pieces that you like. Checkmate b*tch

Cash: like red, if the milkers are out, it’s basically an invitation for cash. You should know better.

Oak: he’s even less phased than sans is lol. When oak cuddles, sometimes he gets really into it and will knead his SOs squishier bits like a cat. Clothes protect you enough, but without them you’re going to end up with finger sized bruises on your stomach/thighs/etc

Willow: he takes a lot longer than papyrus to get used to it, but willow is shyer at telling his SO no for these things. So you get the fun show of watching him bustle around doing his best to not stare for a few weeks until the shock is gone lol

#suggestive #undertale imagines #undertale headcanons #undertale #underswap #underfell #swapfell #horrortale

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eggslutsblog · 2 years ago

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Illicit Affairs - Part 2

Yoongi and reader (_) fic- strangers to lovers 18+

Words 1.6k

No warnings yet

Inspired by the Taylor Swift song

Part 1

Make sure nobody sees you leave

Hood over your head, keep your eyes down

Tell your friends you're out for a run

You'll be flushed when you return

Take the road less traveled by

Tell yourself you can always stop

What started in beautiful rooms

Ends with meetings in parking lots

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"I want to get to know you, musically...and...otherwise." OTHERWISE? wait. MUSICALLY? a musical God wants to, to, wait...

"Wait what now?" Your hand has found its way over your chest seemingly to hold in your heart. Yoongi takes a few steps forward and he's right in front of you. You can see his flawless skin and the black hair hitting his neck poking out from his hat.

"Let me take you to lunch, what do you say? I can explain myself much better mmm?" He tilts his head like he's trying to read you, and maybe read you a little up and down.

"Wow um, yes, absolutely, ok" you're fucking dieing inside. Thank God you got some good sleep last night and wore a good outfit. "I'll go clock out, oh shit did you mean now? Shit I said shit. Shit." You just cover your mouth at this point. Yoongi has huge smile in his face as he laughs.

"Yea I did mean now." He gets a real serious look on his face, eyebrows together, hand brought to his lip, "shit, if that works for you?" Then his face lights up again, and so does yours.

"I'll go get my things"

"I'm parked out front"

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You bust open the back door like it's weightless

"HAAAAAAAAA-RUUUUUUUUUU" he starts screaming along with you.

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH BOX CUTTER WE'VE BEEN OVER THIS" you burn HOLES through his eyes as he turns around. Each word escapes your lips like a pound of bricks.

"Ha-ru. I was ambushed by your mystery man, just now, on the floor" he GASPS mouth left open and nothing else "and Ha-ru, OH HA-RU" you sit down on a giant pile of soil and whisper scream into the floor "IT WAS FUCKING MIN YOONGI" Ha-ru walks slowly over to your pile of soil and sits on the floor.

"I talked to Min YOONGI DRUNK OFF MY ASS?"

"YES YOU DID AND HE JUST ASKED ME TO LUNCH OH MY GOD HES WAITING FOR ME! Ok GET IT TOGETHER" You dart up, undo your apron and get it in your locker. Grabbing your small backpack, you have to stop and consider the tata keychain, and the PTD coin purse, but fuck it right? He won't care? "Ha-ru, I'm going to lunch"

"Are you coming back?!"

"I more than anything wish to call in sick" you cry to the inside of your locker before closing it, and with a quick eye to eye connection with Ha-ru.

"DO IT!" He cries. You're gunna do it.

With a quick chat to your manager you asked if you could use a personal day for the other half of your shift, and you must've looked so physically shaken that she said yes right away, and to keep you posted for Monday when you work next. You thanked her profusely. You slowly walked out the back door, taking deep breathes. Through the alley and around to the front of the store. Then there he was. First leaning against his car, but once he sees you he pushes off to stand straight and take his hands out of his pockets. He opens the back door for you. You smile and nod at him as he waves his arm inside the car, motioning for you to get in.

"Thank you" you say, as you climb in the back noticing the driver up front. You scoot over another seat for Yoongi to sit next to you, and he does just that.

"Cute backpack" he says as he slides in next to you, and you look at it sitting on your lap feeling good about your choice not to ditch the keychains.

"Oh yea? You got the same ones?" You flash tata his way and take a quick glance towards him with a smile and he was smiling too. He turns on his hip towards you.

"So lunch? You picky about where we go?"

"Oh no! Not at all, I trust your judgement" You fidget in your seat a little fixing your dress he was so close to you.

"Well great then! La Yeon it is." He says with a smirk and loud enough for the driver to hear. The driver acknowledges with a nod, and Yoongi sits back straight in his seat. La Yeon? Thee La Yeon? That's in some crazy hotel like 20 floors up? Oh my god, you don't know what to say so you decide not to protest, and soon enough you're outside the hotel. Yoongi gets out of the car and before you can open your own door his hand is tapping you on the shoulder so you take it and he pulls you out his door. He talks to his driver quietly and you're left alone.

"Come on. Follow me." With his mask and hat on you can still see the smile in his eyes. The hotel is huge with a giant water fountain out front. You do a quick spin to take it in and you feel Yoongi's hand on your shoulder again. "The inside is better." You follow behind him and he was right, the lobby ceiling is all crystal. You start to slow down again so Yoongi links arms with you leading you right into an elevator, floor 23. You keep your arm linked with his and your hand holding his coat, all 23 floors. When the doors open up a simple "right this way" is uttered by the host, and when you arrive at your table your coats and bags are taken. Soon your arms are unlinked and a chair is being pulled out for you. You sit down and stare out the window. Good thing you're not afraid of heights. You must've been staring for a while because soon as you know it a 3 tier tray of beautiful food is placed on the table that you start admiring.

"What would you like to drink? I'll just take whatever the bar recommends" Yoongi first looks to you then the waitress. You agree to the same. Soon the drinks arrive, and of course it's delicious, you have no idea what it is, but it's great. Yoongi takes up his chopsticks and put some food on his plate as well as yours, and thank God your were too nervous to make the first move. You take a quick look around and there were other people dining but very far away, you wonder if this is on purpose.

"So (_), your music last night, it's why I sought you out" he said between a bite, you began to eat as well. "I'm glad I was able to interrogate that coworker of yours ahahah" he laughs and takes a drink. "That last song you did" he pauses and so do you. He points his chopsticks at you as your eyes get big and you swallow your bite of food. "That last song was what really did it."

"Really?" The unfinished/finished during the performance song that made you feel amazing? Could he feel that too?

"Absolutely, there was something raw about it, yet so complete, was it the first time you performed it?"

"IT WAS!" You got really excited then looked around with your hand hovering over your lips like 'oops' and Yoongi laughs. "It's my newest piece but I feel like after last night, literally during performance itself, I perfected it." This conversation is so satisfying.

"So we should record it" he finishes his drink.

"We?!" Record?!"

"Yea, of course. I'm very serious. I think I've already proved that by finding you and bringing you here, no? Do you record your own music? If so, I want to take you to the next level. Release a single at least, if not an ep or an album depending on how much material you have. You seemed to have a good amount last night." Drink in hand, mouth open. Holy shit. This really just went from zero to a MILLION in a second.

"I...I...um..." you put your drink down and shake your head a little "sorry...um, yes I do record...sometimes." Yoongi moves his plate aside and puts his elbows on the table to lean forward clasping his hands together looking at you.

"I see I've flustered you a bit here." He undoes his hands and places his open palm on the table, you stare at it and then him.

"(_)" He puts his head down for just a second and slides his hand a little closer on the table. "I really want to make music with you." He's practically laying on the table at this point and could touch your arm if he wanted to. You stare at it, then at him. He's staring up at you now since he's leaning down so far. "What do you say (_)?" he stretches out his fingers as if to say 'please take me'. You take just a second more to think-

"Ok" and you take his hand.

"YES!" He stands up and pulls you out of your chair with him into a huge hug, holding you so tight. Your arms quickly landed around his waist. At first you're shocked and stiff, but as he keeps holding you, you go soft. "Let's get started right away." He says leaning back from your hug a little and then letting go. "Did you get enough to eat? I'm sorry I got excited, well who cares we got food at the studio let's go!" He takes your hand and power walks to the elevator as you're quickly handed your coats and bags. There's a million things going through your head. Mostly like 'ok were musically linked now, what about "otherwise" like he said? Um does he have a tab here or did we just dine and dash? Apparently he doesn't care about people seeing us together he's holding my hand in broad daylight?'

He's texting in the elevator and when you make it outside you see the same car from before with the door held open, Yoongi gets inside and reaches for your hand to get in, and you take it.

"Yoongi?" You ask, maybe it's the drink hitting you but-

"Yes?" He turns on his hip towards you.

"You said um...you wanted to get to know me musically," you're talking with your hands a lot. You clear your throat, "which now we've done or I should say are still...doing...but you said you wanted to get to know me....otherwise?" You looked toward him really slowly and he's just smirking at you. He turns back straight in his seat.

"Yea I did say that didn't I?" Oh. You regret bringing it up, you were right, it didn't mean anything.

His hand is on your thigh.

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08.01.22

Part 3

#bts fanfic #bts fluff #bts fake scenarios #bts fic #yoongi fic #min yoongi #yoongi fanfic #yoongi imagine #yoongi x y/n #yoongi fluff #suga fanfic #suga imagine #suga fic #suga

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jessbeinme15s-notebook · 3 years ago

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𝐂𝐡𝐮𝐮𝐲𝐚 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚𝐧 𝐬/𝐨 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐅𝐨𝐱 𝐌𝐢𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐮𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐫

Request by @trixiegalaxy

Warnings : spoilers for Chuuya's past (stormbringer)

Kwami explanation

I decided I'd do Chuuya!

How Chuuya met you (as a civilian)

You worked as an employee at a hatter's,

It was quite a good, well reputed place, meaning you had quite a lot of work to do

Chuuya heard a branch of one of his favourite hatteries had opened nearby and absolutely had to check it out and get himself a few new hats

So as soon as he had a day off, he came to the place you work, all buzzing and exited

He walked right in, wanting to check out the pork pie hats

You happened to stand near the pork pie hats, ready to serve customers

Strange coincidence, isn't it?

Anyways, this beautiful hunk of a man walks up to you and asks you about the hat that was one shelf too high for you

Hehehe I'm evil

So you ask him to exude you for a moment, and come back with a stool

Oh? What's this? The hat's down?

Suspicious

Anyways, Chuuya explained that he got the hat down, to save time

You were still suspicious of him, but decided to let it be

All this time Chuuya was hoping you didn't look around while going to fetch the stool and catch him using his ability

Chuuya ended up buying the hat, and that's how you met him

He swung by the store suspiciously often too

Meeting you (as a superhero)

Let's assume this is your first time doing "superhero things"

You had transformed before and made friends with Trixx, but this was your first time actually going outside your room as a superhero

You heard some kind of ruckus was being caused at the back end of the alley

Obviously, you went there to check it out

As you leapt from one building to the other, a flash of red hair caught your eye

Wait... It looked....familiar???

The owner of the hair swung their leg, kicking a bulky - looking man in the face

The man crashed into the wall behind him

You watched on, impressed, as the redhead seemed short but was obviously well built

You jumped down, inspecting the area

Chuuya's head snapped to you, arms raised, ready to attack

"woah there, I'm not here to fight. The name's (superhero name you made up on the spot), I just wanna know if the man you knocked out was who I thought it was"

"oh so you know him? How convenient" he smirked, preparing to take you down

You sighed, repeating yourself

"I already told you, I'm not here to fight. And no, I don't know him. Now that that's over with," you swung yourself onto a nearby ledge, to exit through the roof "tata!"

And off you went

He just stood there like 'huh'

He blinked, walking back to the headquarters in sort of a daze

How he fell for you

He visited the hatter's wayyyy more that usual

He also happened to bump into you every time????

You kind of looked forward to his visits because of how often you saw him around

He wanted to meet you every time he visited the hatter's, and he told himself it was because you were a good employee

And you were a good employee, not that you weren't

But he found himself thinking of your face, the way your hair was styled, your eyes, your voice and the way you moved your hands-

Wait...

Why was he thinking of you?????

You were just an employee at a hatter's

That's all

Sorry if you're hurt reader dear I promise it gets better

But after he came to that conclusion, he found himself thinking of you wayyyy more often

He slammed the door to his office shut, going to Mori's office to tell him he'd be out for a bit

"oh Chuuya-kun! Do you need something?" Mori's voice called from behind his desk

"yeah boss, I'm going out for a few hours. I just wanted to let you know."

"oh no problem! Let me know if you need anything else~"

Before Chuuya could leave, Elise called out to him

"Chuuya, can you come here for a second? Rintarou won't let me have this pastry, can you tell him I need to have it?"

She shot the Boss a disgusted look, and shooed him away when he tried to pick her up and explain to her why having too many sweets was a bad thing

Chuuya hid a smile, walking back

"Boss, please give Miss Elise her pastry. I'm requesting you. Would there be anything else, Miss Elise?" He managed not to laugh at his Boss, as he turned to the blonde girl standing next to him

"hmmm actually yes. Go tell that person you meet every day at the hatter's you like them and tell them I said hello" she casually went back to her crayons

Chuuya stood there, dumbstruck

Well, I suppose nothing escaped Mori's eye, huh?

Mori simply smiled at him, reminding him he "wanted to be out for a bit"

Chuuya turned away, managing to hide his tomato red face

He rushed to the hatter's immediately, of course.

What they think about your superhero self

He thinks you're smart, cunning and low-key manipulative LMAOO

It's in a good way tho, you can manipulate bad guys into falling for your tricks and traps

So it's a good manipulative, and you never use it against your friends or people you know

And also so sneaky??

I mean, it made sense as you were a fox but it still caught him off-guard

Best part, you did not remind him of Dazai, despite being pretty similar to him

That was the biggest relief

In short, he's intrigued by you

No puns intended with the "short" part

How he figured you were (superhero name) and how he asked you about it

He noticed that (superhero name) looked very familiar, though he denied the fact that they looked like you.

You and (superhero name) were quite different at first, you being more soft-spoken, down-to-earth and generally speaking, non-suspicious

But the more he thought about it, the more you seemed connected with the fox

For one, you have a very similar, almost same voice

Not to mention, the eyes were the same, exept the fox's seemed more cunning and deceptive

Your normal eyes usually held no deception, as none was needed

(superhero name) often used her hands to gesture towards things, which was something you did

He came to the conclusion that you might have a twin, because in his eyes you were too pure to be deceptive and cunning

Smh Chuuya really?? A twin??

He decided that he'd ask you out for a drink first, so as not to seem creepy

Like who'd just walk up to a random employee at a hatter's (although he was infatuated by them and in love with said employee) and say "You got a twin?"

So he conveniently slips into the shop just as your shift ends, offering to take you out

At first you're giddy because "oh my god the redhead guy who I have a huuge crush on just asked me out what do I do what do I do-"

Your co-worker, a middle aged lady (who was having the time of her life witnessing a blossoming romance) sighed, walking over to you

She placed a calming hand on your shoulder, leaning over to whisper "go for it. I know you want to and he does too"

That gave you confidence, and you said you'd meet Chuuya outside in five minutes

Jess this is literally just him asking her out not a marriage proposal stop being so dramatic

You turned around and hugged her, thanking her

She hugged back, smiling

"Now go, the young man is waiting for you. Keep him okay? He's a good one" she said, giving you a fond look

You blushed, thanking her again and making your way out

You and her hadn't been particularly close, but you were glad she was there right then

You stepped out, taking a deep breath

You opened your eyes, finding Chuuya waiting for you to your left

He took you to a nearby café and bought you your favourite drink (don't ask how he knew you liked it, he just had a gut feeling and hoped you liked it)

How Chuuya feels about you being a miraculous holder

Chuuya would definitely feel a little less worried about you, but would take it upon himself to teach you some fighting techniques

He'd feel they wouldn't just help you with self defence, but if you had to fight someone you'd have a solid base

He is the best martial artist in all of the Port Mafia after all

It's only natural that he teach his s/o a few things too

(y'all got together after that little cafe date btw I'm sorry I forgot to mention that)

He'd trust you completely, as you saw his "civilian" and "Mafia" side too, so there wasn't anything he had to hide from you

Even if there was, I don't think he's the kind to hide things from his partner

Like, he'd tell you about eventually, after having shown you his ability and desperately hoping you wouldn't leave him

Don't leave him 😁 yes that's my form of a threat

You don't leave him, being intrigued by his ability

And this leads us to the next part

What he thinks of Trixx

Since it was "sharing secrets" time, you tell him about your kwami, Trixx.

He knew that you were (superhero name), because you told him that day at the cafe, but you didn't really give him the details

So after you do, he sort of co-relates it with his ability

He thinks Trixx is smart cunning and kinda cute

Like who wouldn't want to have a cute fluffy creature which grants you superpowers??

He's low-key cautious around him because he knows exactly what it's like have an entity who grants you powers

He knows it's up to the user whether to use them for good or evil, but he's still a little cautious

But he's usually pretty chill about it

What your relationship is like after the reveal

It doesn't really change much as such tbh

He still goes to the hatter's every free second, and gets you your favourite drink

He trusts you more now though, because he's loyal like that

He'd open up to you about his past, heart nearly beating out of his chest with the thought of potentially losing you

You accept him, and he couldn't be happier

He'd suggest moving in with him, and you do

So now you live together with him, and though he goes away for days sometimes, you guys make it work

I'm so sorry this is extremely late, Tumblr deleted my fully finished piece THREE TIMES but please accept this a very delayed Christmas present from me TwT

#bsd Chuuya #BSD x reader #BSD Chuuya Nakahara #Chuuya x reader #jess can write??#original poest #jess writes stuff #BSD x Miraculous Ladybug #bsd crossover #jess has a request #jess writes for bsd

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Bittersweet A/N: Decided to rewrite this one. Please enjoy.

Yoongi looked at your friends as he sneered at your prone form sprawled out on the ground, your fingers scrambling to find your glasses.

“Aw what’s the matter? The poor baby can't see?” He purred as he picked up your glasses and dangled them in front of your face before throwing them into the dumpster. “Have fun diving!” He cackles as he slides past your prone figure, cruelly stepping on your hand as he passes.

You could hear the snickers of his friends behind you. You watched as his best friend, Seokjin clapped Yoongi on the shoulder, and whispered, “Oi, I get the whole I hate “y/n” thing but seriously—that was a bit much don’t you think?”

Yoongi couldn’t believe what he was hearing, “She ratted us out! So I fixed it-and now she can’t see to snitch! And shouldn’t you be on my side? You’re in just as much trouble as I am!”

Seokjin could only look at Yoongi like he had a third head, “ Yeah I guess, but still...there is-” at Yoongi’s raised eyebrow he swallowed what he wanted to say, instead choosing to leave rather than to help Yoongi’s victim, “Hey I gotta go I’ll catch you later okay?”

Yoongi smiled and waved good-bye before walking away from the group. How could he possibly explain how much he hated Y/N? No one here knew the truth about your families-how he had to share a home with you, your family serving his. He had no respite from you. Yeah, Y/N deserved everything she got, he thought as he got into his car. Plus it's not like you wouldn’t rat him out when you got home about what happened. This time as he drove past you and saw you hunched in on yourself, he couldn’t help but feel a twinge of guilt as he saw you clutching your injured hand, staring resolute at the dumpster, knowing full well that you would go in after the glasses. After all, he knew how hard your mother worked to buy them for you, he knew how you worked 2 jobs and also kept track of your younger brothers. Deep down, he really hoped that maybe this time you would finally explode and tell everyone about all the horrid acts he committed against you.

Except that you never did tell on him.

In fact, you avoid Yoongi like the plague. After finally scrambling into the dumpster and reclaiming your glasses, you clambored back out, hand still screaming in pain. As you stand there wiping the garbage from the lenses and picking off random refuse from your clothes you honestly don’t think you can sink any lower than this. You swipe grimey hands at your cheeks as hot tears run down them, thankful that you are alone. And as you walk away you begin to make plans. You couldn’t keep doing this. And with renewed energy you begin walking home, not didn’t looking back choosing instead to forge ahead, putting one foot in front of another until finally you were in your mid=twenties, and had your own little place. You were happy with your life. But you should have known. All good things must come to an end eventually. You hadn’t thought about him in years, attending school, graduating, opening up a bakery with your best friend. Essentially you were hiding, but not really.

And then by some ill stroke of luck, he found you.

You awaken to the blaring of your alarm with a groan. Was it really 8 am? The flashing numbers of your clock inform you that it was in fact 8:59. Shit you were late. Cursing your snooze butten, you scrambled out of your bed and grabbed the cleanest clothes you could find off the floor and stumble as you attempt a whole new balancing act: pulling up your pants while holding a hot cup of coffee and a piece of toast dangling precariously from your teeth. As you run down the street towards the bus, slinging your backpack over your shoulder while you scramble to tuck your shirt in you promptly run into a solid wall and fall on your ass. Your hair is covering your face as you look up at what you had plowed into, an apology already leaving your mouth when you got to the face. “Um…hi, uh…sorry about that.”

“Y/N. From YHSN?”

“Yes?” you become wary, no one around here really knows you as you chose to keep to yourself…“Do I know you?”

The grin that spread across the man’s face could be described as nothing less than cruel and vicious. “Yeah, Y/N L/N right? I am here to inform you that you have 24 hours to vacate the premises. Good luck.” He stated before unceremoniously dropping an envelope onto your lap and turning on her heel to leave you in a stunned heap on the floor.

What the hell had just happened? Maybe you were still dreaming?

You were dazed for a moment as your brain tried to compute the absolute absurdity of what had just happened and then you were on your feet chasing the man, yelling at him to stop but he just kept on walking.

Finally catching up to the man, you grab her arm, “What the fuck man?” you yell, “this is illegal as hell! Thirty days is the minimum!” You shove the notice back at the man, hitting him in her (very solid) chest hard.

“Y/n, Y/n, I see you're still full of venom huh? It’s completely legal actually-you see I” he leaned forward, “own the building now. And to my delight, what do I learn? I find out that Y/N L/N happens to be a tenant! Guess how happy I was to finally find you again after all these years and then get to have you vacate your home.” he laughs as you gape at him like a fish.

“Min fucking Yoongi, I do not have time for your petty ass childish bullshit! ” you hers, voice laced with venom.

“Aw kitten you remembered! I am truly honored! But alas I cant stay and chit-chat, and well, neither can you. Tata chica!” With that he jerks her arm from your grasp, sending you back to the ground in shock for the second time that morning, before climbing into an expensive black car and driving away.

You scream curses to the sky, because after 8 peaceful years, the man you had spent so long running from and then finally forgetting, had found you. But of course, the sky only decides to rain. And as you trudge back home to call into work, (because seriously fuck this day) you can’t help but wonder how everything came to this moment. After a shower and change of clothes, you fall into your bed, allowing yourself one moment of respite before you begin to tackle this new problem, closing your eyes.

You were back there again, trapped both in a small body and the cave that haunts you as you watch helplessly at the rising water. Your tiny voice is raised, tinted with fear, “I told you we shouldn’t come here! My mama said-“

The boy next to you cut you off, “Crying ain’t gonna fix it, I will save us”

“You can't even swim,” You yell, unable to remain calm.

“I AM GONNA SAVE US!” the small boy shouted, “so don’t cry Y/N.” He gave you a small smile, one that made you feel slightly safer and he took hold of your hand. “Follow me and don’t let go no matter what.”

“Okay,” you say, for some reason feeling braver after placing your faith along with your hand into the boy’s hand. He said he would, so of course he would save both of you. After all, he was your best friend and you don’t pick losers.

It was a lot harder though, when all was said and done. Yes, the two of you made it out of the cave alive, but not without nearly drowning, and you had slipped and injured your ankle along the way. Luckily, you did make it out, and while the two of you spent a cold wet night huddled together on the beach, you were alive. In the morning, you were rescued further as the search teams found. And while your mother had you wrapped up in her warmth and was crying and thanking the people over and over that had saved you, the same welcoming was not happening to the young boy. You could hear screaming as a woman in a fine dress and her husband yelled at the boy, your tiny hero, before there was a loud smack. You watch as the boy falls, hand clenched to her face, tears streaming down her face as her mother continues to land hard blows upon her body until she is dragged away. You cried out for you friend and as the two of you met eyes, for the first time you saw hatred reflected back at you. That was the day Min Yoongi stopped being your friend and became your tormentor.

He followed you everywhere, taunting you, breaking your things, and ultimately breaking you. Your mother finally quit working for her house the day he’d thrown your glasses into the garbage and you had come home, broken glasses in hand, face streaked with tears and reeking of garbage -you had finally confessed what had happened, what all had been happening. You had moved away, your mom working several jobs and then as well as yourself working, then you working to pay your way through chef school and finally moving out into your own place. And all of it had just been destroyed because he found you.

You sigh looking up at your ceiling letting your anger consume you as you curse Min Yoongi to a lifetime of diarrhea. And an itchy butt. And you hoped her eyebrows fell out, just for good measure.

You look around your apartment one last time before closing the door with finality. this asshole, you think to yourself. “Just wait” you say as you look down at the address your brother had just texted you.

An hour later you stand before a gated house and ring the doorbell. And ring it. And ring it. And continue ringing it (after all it was nearly 6 am, and as you had learned that morning, if you want to ruin someone's day, do it first thing in the morning) until a sleepy figure stumbles outside and smacks your hand away. You take this opportunity to dart inside the gate and into the house carrying your things with you.

“What the hell do you think you're doing?” Yoongi yells at you from outside, beginning to stomp back to her front door. You could only grin as you take in the pajama bottoms and robe, while you stand there like a goddamn Amazonian queen, “You took my home. this is payback.” and then you dialed the police, “Yes? Officer? There’s a half naked man on my lawn, please send help! I’m so scared”

You couldn’t help the grin that covers your face as you smile at Yoongi, “Good luck asshole.” You say sweetly, before slamming the door in her face. Nothing had ever sounded so sweet as the sound of the lock turning over, followed a second later by desperate pounding at the door. And Yoongi could only pound on the door until the cops showed up and he explained that this was, in fact, her home, as well as that the intruder was actually you. The officers had asked him if he wanted you arrested and for once he let it go, telling them that you were having a lovers quarrel and apologizing that they had to come out over something so silly. As the cops pulled away, he went to the back of the house and slammed the sliding glass door open only to find the house seemingly empty. As he walked from room to room he couldn’t help but get angrier and angrier. But when he found you passed out on her bed, he paused, somehow her anger dissipating instantly. He stood there, looking at your sleeping body and wondered if you would ever know her real feelings for you. If he would ever be able to tell you. And the real question: could you forgive him? He knew it was asking a lot, but he could only hope. He sat and thought about how to express to you the things he needed to say. He wondered how exactly did one explain how guilty he felt about how he treated you, how he didn’t really understand why he went out of her way to make your life miserable back then…and then you had left him. How, when you left he realized just how broken he was inside. When he bought the building he couldn’t believe her luck when he saw your name as one of the tenants, but her old ways came back hard and for some ungodly childish reason he couldn’t control himself. That he should have been apologizing that morning and telling you how thankful he was that it had also brought you back to him. He guessed that it was far too late for him to ever have your forgiveness and he couldn’t help the smile that played on her mouth as he approached the bed. He reached out a hand to smooth back some hair that covered your face when you wherpered, “Yoongi...” he stilled, “…I’m sorry” you mumbled. What could you possibly be sorry for? He couldn’t help it, but it made him angry that you would apologize to him after everything he’d done and especially while in such a vulnerable state that the next thing he knew he was grabbing the blanket and ripping it away from your curled form. It’s momentum sends you over the edge of the bed to land in a heap on the floor. You sit up cursing her very existence,

“What the hell Y/N?!” He yells right back, while you could only manage to stare up at him from where you sat on the floor. But this time you weren’t having any of her bullshit. You jump up and get in her face “ What the hell? What do YOU mean what the hell? Who the hell buys a building solely to evict one person?! Are you that rich? Do you hate me that much?”

Yoongi yelled back, “Hell yeah I do!“

"You have issues, Min Yoongi! I did nothing to you except be born! Do you know how hard I worked to forget what you did to me? And you come just back,” you pause, swallowing thickly, you would not cry. Not here. Not now, “But not anymore! I won't let you break me again Yoongi. I am worth so much more than that!”

Exhausted, you move to push around him but he grabs your wrists instead and pins you against the wall.

“Let me go you asshole!” you yell at him fighting back for once in your life, all while trying to hide your face and the tears that were no longer just threatening to spill over. “Can't you just hate me from a distance? I’m sorry your mom was a horrid cunt to you! I’m sorry, okay! But please, just let me go! Leave me alone” And then her hands were gone, and you were free. You couldn’t help it, you looked up and stared him in the eyes, for once determined to make him see how he wrecked you.

Yoongi could only stare at you, watching as the tears fell, tears once again caused by him, and then he heard the five words that ripped open her wounds, words he knew he deserved, said in a voice so broken he didn’t know where he should start to even attempt to repair it.

“I hate you Min Yoongi.“

He couldn’t stand it, he knew he deserved them but he just couldn’t stand there and just accept them. Accepting those words would be like giving up, and giving up probably the only pure thing he still had in her life. Had. And so he moved, not thinking about consequences, only a desire to cleanse those words from the air around him. He grabs you again, pushing you against the wall, capturing your face in one hand, forcing you to meet her eyes, while he brushes your hair away with the other, "Good. Never forget it.”

And then he crashes her mouth against yours.

You didn’t know how what was happening was happening and some stupid part of you was excited to have him pressed against you, mouth was moving against yours and then you were responding and for some reason it felt so good–like coming home. It was like your body suddenly was against everything you wanted-you found yourself wrapping your arms around her neck and pulling him closer, deepening the kiss, a giggle bubbling up when you nipped at her lip and he groaned. and then you both were tearing at each other's clothes in desperation. And then the world stops making sense. You and Min Yoongi, enemy of the state #1 were having sex. And it was good. It felt so right, like you two had been made to fit each other only. When it was over he lay behind you, placing gentle kisses along your neck and down your collar bone. The last thing you remember before falling asleep in your enemy’s arms was Yoongi gently wherpering a muffled “I’m sorry” into your ear over and over.

When you wake, you are surprised to find an arm wrapped around your waist and you freeze as the memories of the night before come rushing back and you begin to mentally beat yourself up as you carefully slide out of the bed and grab your clothes, making a mad dash out of the house, dressing yourself along the way.

No way had you slept with Yoongi and enjoyed it. You were an idiot of the highest order. You slept with the man who wanted you homeless because he hated you.

You let out a deep sigh as you did a very new special walk of shame to your job, where your boss, Mandi greeted you by yelling, “Oi ! What cat pissed in your cheerios?”

Causing the other workers to laugh until you pinned them with your patented Crazy-eye ™, at which point they scurried away except for that moron Seokjin who slung his arm around your shoulders jovially, “So why is my favorite girl doing the walk of shame?”

You glare and shrug his arm off, “None of your business.”

“Dude its obs-you’re like a whole 4 hours late-and you are never late. So what happened? Anyone I know?”

“You’ll just call me an idiot if I tell you.”

“I swear on cake I won't.”

You raise an eyebrow before saying a name you never thought you’d say just to see him eat his words. “Min Yoongi.”

“Shut the front door! You’re an idiot”

“The cake is ashamed of you and asks that you keep your distance.” You say as you move to the back rooms to put away your belongings.

Not giving up, Seokjin follows you, even going so far as to hand you your apron, “Seriously? Didn’t he like-”

“Terrorize me to the point of moving? Then find me years later and evict me? Yep.”

“Wow.”

“Yeah.”

“You okay?” Seokjin asked worriedly, For the shit talking between the two of you, you smile to know he does really care.

“I have to be.”

“Did you at least use a condom?” He asks.

“Oh my god.”

“You really are an idiot. But don’t worry…you know I’ve got your back right? Well, we’ve got your back.”

You could only stare at Seokjin as your mind whirls through the consequences of last night, “It should be fine right?” you ask.

“Sure, cupcake. Keep telling yourself that”

There is a ding from the door and you see your brother Jungkook shuffles in with your other brother Namjoon, and giving Seokjin a look that clearly says “Keep your mouth shut if you want to live” you take a deep breath and head behind the counter to wash your hands, greeting them as you go.

“COFFEE. COFFEE NOW.” Namjoon grunts demandingly, taking a seat and burying her head in her hands, while Jungkook adds a half-hearted “Please…and a raspberry jelly for me.”

“Rough night?” You ask as you pour the two men coffee and grab Jungkook her donut and slide it in front of them.

Jungkook grins, “Nah, Joon thought he could out drink me. He thought wrong.”

“Shhhhhhhhh!! You’re so loud,” hersed Namjoon, shoving a hand at Jungkook’s face and missing entirely.

You grin and speak extra loud, “Shouldn’t you know by now to let the kids drink and you go home and sleep?”

Namjoon just glares at you, “I have a gun.”

“I aint scared of you.”

The shop bursts into laughter as Namjoon buries her head in her arms on the counter, “Why do you hate me so much?” He whines.

“Mom likes you more, and I’m a petty bitch.”

Jungkook grins, “But she likes me most!”

Both you and Namjoon glare at him, “Shut up!”

Yoongi wakes up to an empty bed and he frowns, crawling out of bed and pulling on her boxers. He wanders around the house looking for you, hoping that you haven't run away and when he can’t find you, her heart sinks. Was he that awful that you would still run away from him even after what you had shared? And worse, what if he had gone too far this time?

He makes her way back to her room and grabs her phone, calling her secretary.

“Yo.” Answered Hoseok.

“Really that’s how you answer the phone? You do know that I am your boss right?”

“Debatable today.”

Yoongi rolls her eyes, “Anyways, I need you to find someone…”

“Well you know Imma need a little more…”

“Y/N. You remember her right?”

“You mean the girl you tortured in school because you didn’t have the balls to tell her how you lurrrrrrrved her.”

“I see you wish to die today.”

“No, not today. So you wish for me to find your wayward love?”

“Yeah.”

“Mandi’s shop.” Hoseok cheerfully replied, as if this should be common knowledge.

“Oh yeah, great idea bring me some coffee please?”

“No, you idiot, Y/N works there. She is actually her partner” Hosoek irritatingly says matter of factly.

“The hell?! Why do you know this but I don’t?”

“Dude, seriously? You do know they were friends growing up and just because you made her run away by being a complete ass doesn’t mean they stopped being friends.”

“My best friend and my sister have been lying to me.”

“It’s not lying when you never asked. But Yoongi…you should let her go. It’s been a long time and I know you had feelings but with how you treated her–“

"She was here.” Yoongi grunted, running a hand over her face as he stood in her closet trying to think of what to wear. What says “I come in peace”? Maybe he could get Hoseok to dress up as Spock and talk to Y/N before he does.

“What? And you’re alive?”

“Yeah. We…um…she was gone this morning,” Yoongi sits down on her bed, running a hand through her hair.

"Oh…” and as realization hits, Hoseok intones sagely,” ...oh my god you’re fucking moron.”

“You know I can fire you.”

“Please bitch, I know all your deepest darkest secrets you ain’t gonna fire me.”

“Just…shit…what should I do?” Yoongi asks, finally letting go of her big bad boss act.

“Dude, I don’t know. You slept with her…maybe you should just…”

“I um…fucked up more than that…” He thinks about how you had felt, how he had felt...how absolutely perfect it had been for just one night, A flicker of fear strums through her heart at the thought that this was not salvageable at all.

“No. no way. Our friendship is over.” Hoseok cracks from the other side of the phone.

“Just help me okay?”

There was a long pause before he heard a heavy sigh, “Fine, but no games. She has a good thing going on and you-”

“I swear it's different this time!” Yoongi pleads.

“Whatever. I should warn you though.”

“Warn me about what?”

“Her brothers.”

“Namjoon and Jungkook? We were old friends, what about them?”

“You were old friends until they found out how you treated her. And bonus points-they are both cops now. Partners even, so you should probably pray for your soul.”

With a groan, Yoongi finally gets up and begins to get dressed putting Hoseok on speakerphone. “I’m so dead.”

“Yep,” affirms Hoseok, “So does that mean I can have your stuff?”

Rolling her eyes and thinking he really needs a new assistant, Yoongi growls out“See you at the office.” only to hear Hoseok laughing before he hangs up the phone.

Yoongi finishes getting dressed, and running a hand over her face as he contemplates this new information. You’d been right under her nose the entire time and everyone had kept it a secret. He guessed he deserved it though, he was a complete and utter ass to you. He also guesses it’s time to make it up to you and hopefully, you would forgive him and let him into your heart, where he belonged. After all, you’d always been in his.

2 months later

Yoongi stands outside her (former) sister’s shop watching as you serve your customers, and realizes sadly that it was the first time in a long time that he’d really ever seen you smile. He wanted that smile for himself and himself alone, but he wasn’t sure how to get it. When he had remodeled your former apartment, expanding it through the two vacant units on either side of you, you just got mad at him for evicting you, when he was just redoing the apartment and you claimed it was far too large for you by yourself now. But that was the point wasn't it? He was hoping that somehow you would just...come back to him on your own and he wouldn’t really have to put any work in. Yoongi realizes then that he is an absolute dumbass.

After all, nothing he’d done so far had managed to make you smile at him or hell just give him the time of day and he was beyond frustrated. Couldn’t you see how hard he was trying for you?

Mandi pokes her head out of the shop interrupting his train of thought,

“What the hell are you doing here?” she snaps at him.

“Wow, do you greet all your customers like this?”

“Yoongi. Listen. Whatever it this is about now isn’t–”

Realization hits for the second time that morning, “Were you ever going to tell me?”

Mandi pauses, looking him up and down, “There’s nothing to tell if you already know.”

He could almost feel the metaphorical walls slamming down around him as Mandi went on guard. “Mandi!”

“No. Not about ther.”

“I’ve known for almost a month.”

“Then you should go know somewhere else.” Mandi stepped outside, becoming a most effective blockade. If someone was to ever wage war against his sister, his money, hell, his entire fortune would be on Mandi.

“Listen, you’re my brother and I love you and I know you know what you did wrong, and really it's sweet you want to make amends but …Yoongi, sometimes things…”

“I slept with her.”

“Do you want a trophy?” Mandi snapped, her fists clenched, before she shook her head, “you have five seconds or I’m opening ther door and I’m calling her brothers out here.”

“We didn’t use protection.”

“Well then I guess today you die you little fucking weasel.”

“I love her.”

That’s when he remembered his sister’s left hook and then the lights went out.

Mandi stomps into the store grabbing you by the arm and dragging you upstairs ignoring your protests, shoving you into the bedroom and giving you a look reserved for her son’s Taehyung and Jimin when they are acting up. “Stay.”

Mandi goes back downstairs and motions Namjoon and Kookie over, “Listen, I know you hate Min Yoongi with like the passion of 7 fiery suns but I need you to hold that rage in and help me get his ass inside.”

Namjoon was already up and out the door at the sound of Min Yoongi’s name, and seconds later was dragging a barely conscious Yoongi in by the collar. While Kookie held open the door, Namjoon made sure Yoongi purposely whacked his head on the door frame and when Mandi winced he gave her a look that clearly said “sorry not sorry” before dropping Yoongi on the shop floor like the sorry sack of shit he thought he was.

“I’m sorry folks,” Mandi announces, “due to my crazy family, the shop will be closing early.”

The patrons all scrambled out of the shop while Jungkook handcuffed Yoongi to a chair and dumped a cup of ice water on him.

Yoongi jerked back, fully awake now and met by 3 pairs of eyes. 3 very angry pairs of eyes. He shook his head and tried to move but found himself handcuffed to the chair and he gives Mandi a look that says “Really?”

“Kook uncuff him. Seriously. And you and Joon leave.”

“No.”

“Did I stutter?”

“Okay, but we get dibs if you decide to kill him.” Jungkook, grumbles as he undoes the handcuffs.

“I’m not going to kill him. Today.”

“Fine.”

Jungkook finishes unlocking the cuffs and Yoongi immediately rubs at his wrists and watches warily as Jungkook and Namjoon leaves the shop, rolling his eyes when Jungkook gives him the international sign for “I’m watching you” while Joon drew his thumb across his neck. They were dramatic as fuck, but then again he might just be dramatically fucked.

Mandi pulls up a chair and sits across from Yoongi and stares at him for several long moments until Yoongi breaks the silence, “Just say it.”

“Why?”

“It just happened like that.”

“Bullshit.”

Yoongi sighed, “I’ve grown up since then. I no longer want to pull her hair.”

“Clearly. And you didn’t just pull her hair, you did a lot worse.”

“Shouldn’t you be on my side?”

“I am fucking Switzerland.”

Yoongi couldn’t help the anger that swelled up and choked him, “Clearly not. You knew where she was all these years and you never said anything. This is why you never let me come to the shop then? You knew I was looking for her, that I wanted-”

“Of course,” interrupted Mandi.

“Why?”

“Because you are an idiot who doesn’t know how to communicate. Look at what happened--when you did find her, your first action was to take her home. Who fucking does that shit?”

“You’re right, I was. I was cruel and spiteful. Keyword: was.”

“Bullshit. Taking away her home wasn’t because you were being spiteful. You wanted what she had. That’s called envy. She left because she wanted to live, and the only way she could was to leave. You made it like this. I almost lost my friend. So of course I kept it a secret.” Mandi sighed, rubbing her hand over her face. “Look I know. I know what y

our mom and dad did. How they treated us. We were mere points on a checklist of creating a picture perfect family. But you had no right-”

“I was stupid. You think I don’t know? That I don’t regret it? I love her. I always have.”

“Actions-”

“Speak louder than words I know. I’m trying to fix that now!”

Mandi closes her eyes, debating her next few words "Can I trust you? That’s the-“ ”

“Yes. I swear I'll spend my life…”

“Doing what?” You interrupt, “Sorry, since you seem to be discussing me I couldn’t stay put,” you say to Mandi. “Yoongi I don’t want your money and if you are worried because we didn’t…,” you swallow before continuing with a brave face, “....I’ll be fine. but you really have to stop sending me presents. I don’t want them. Can’t you just stay…”

“Y/N I’m sorry. I was an ass.”

“Still an ass.” Mandi interrupts, “Look, you two clearly need to talk this out so I’m out. Come on Seokjin, let’s go see a movie.”

With that Seokjin and Mandi beat a hasty retreat leaving the two of you alone.

“Your jaw is swelling.” You say after noticing the blossoming bruise that marred his handsome face. Handsome? What the hell were you even thinking?

“Mandi hit me.”

“Why?”

“I told her what happened. She’s very protective of you.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Y/N…that night…I shouldn’t have that.”

“I let you. It wasn’t just you alone.”

“Please, just listen. I’m sorry. For everything. And I’m sorry for not saying that when we met again. It's just…”

“It's just..what?” You questioned, meeting his eyes.

“I don’t know. When I look at you I want you. You are so good and pure and you deserve the world. I wanted you to myself but I was scared…”

“Scared of?”

“You.”

“Me?” You scoff at the idea of anyone being afraid of you.

“Yeah,” Yoongi stood and walked over to you. “You had everything even though you had nothing. Brothers who worshiped you, a mother who did everything for you…what if I ruined that? What if my mother-”

“How would you ruin that?” You ask, finding patience from who knows where.

“I was messed up…and the older I got the worse…things got worse. You saw, you can’t pretend you didn’t. I took out my suffering on you because nothing good could possibly exist and you were just hiding your real nature. But you never retaliated. You kept reaching out to me over and over again. ”

“But I did retaliate.”

“By locking me out of my house after I took yours? Not really. I mean…I deserve far worse,” chucked Yoongi. He wanted so badly to touch you, to pull you into his arms and just...feel you.

You stare at Yoongi. This broken version of Yoongi with tears in his eyes. Could you trust him? You wanted to give him a chance.

“Let’s….go on a date.”

Yoongi’s eyes widened, “What?”

“You like me right?”

“Well–I mean–I did when I was—I do”

“Take me on a date, final offer going in one–two..”

“Fine! I’ll take you on a damn date,” Yoongi smiles.

“No fancy shit tho. $100 limit.”

“I’ll take you on the best damn date of your life!”

“Good.”

Yoongi didn’t know why he was being snippy now, but as he left the shop he couldn’t help but do a little cheer when he got into his car. Hoseok rolled his eyes and politely ignored him.

Yoongi stood at the door of your apartment, and for the first time in his life he hesitated, hand poised to ring the doorbell, and then you swung open the door and suddenly the world stopped. You looked amazing. Your hair was curled, makeup accenting your eyes perfectly, wearing black skinny slacks, a hound’s-tooth patterned sweater over a white button down and pink heels. He took in the perfection that was you and thought, “She was made for me.”

And the fear was gone as he smiled at you and he took your hand, interlacing his fingers with yours, “Are you ready to go?”

“Yeah let me grab my purse,” you say as you try to let go of his hand to grab the bag on the chair beside your front door but he wouldn’t let go. You couldn’t help the blush that blossomed over your cheeks as he stepped inside and grabbed the bag for you and waited for you to lock up so you both could leave.

He pulled you along, never letting go, until he reached his car and opened the door. It was only enough time for him to run around and get the car moving before he was locking fingers with you again.

“What’s up with you?” You smirk.

“Just…making up for lost time.”

“What?”

“I just…I should have been doing this for years now.”

You couldn’t help but roll your eyes, “So…are you always this cheesy?”

Yoongi’s eyes went wide, “I mean…I’m not…no…,” Yoongi stuttered and then stopped, “I guess I am cheesy it's just…I can tell you I’m sorry but…”

“Actions speak louder than words?”

“I see you have met my sister,” he joked softly, “And we’re here.”

“A movie? Really?”

“I always had wished to take you…”

Yoongi’s eyes stared into yours, “Yoongi…” you say timidly.

“Yeah?”

“I’m not her anymore you know? I grew up…you grew up…let’s leave it behind us and start fresh yeah?”

“What do you mean?”

You stick your hand out, “Hi, my name is Y/N. It’s nice to meet you.”

Yoongi stared at you you’d suddenly sprouted a third eye on your nose before awkwardly taking your hand and shaking it, “Min Yoongi…the pleasure is all mine.”

You can’t help but laugh at his stunned expression, not knowing he was just in shock from receiving your smile. To him, your smile in that moment could have powered a thousand suns.

Yoongi was quiet but still took your hand and you entered the theater with a smile on your face, happy that things were getting better, that you could almost believe you had your first love back.

2 hours later.

“Yoongi, why are you pouting?” You ask as you take his hand.

“Look no matter how I look at it, it's just not fair.”

“What’s not?”

“Mandi. Seokjin. They have spent years with you…years that should have been with me.”

“I thought we were moving forward.”

“But.”

You sighed. “Look. You want to know the truth?”

Yoongi stopped and stared at you, “yes.”

“Okay then.” You face him, “You crushed me in every way possible. You were my world. I followed you everywhere. I trusted you, and you were always there and then you weren’t. The night we got stuck in the cave I gave you my faith—but it also is and was the moment I gave my whole heart to you, willingly, without any doubt. And the next day when we were found…you stomped on it. And you continued to stomp on it. I cried so many tears everyday because I hoped that one day my hero would come back. But he never did. He became a villain.” You couldn’t help the tears that fell down your cheeks, “And even through all that I still…” you sighed. “I can't do this Yoongi. I can't. I’m sorry, I was wrong to try.” You turned on your heel and ran away, ignoring him yelling after you, you just ran until you couldn’t hear him anymore.

And then you found the alcohol.

You sat at the outside bar drinking as you thought about the past two months. All the things you had done with Yoongi , and how disgusted you were with yourself for letting your old feelings come back so easily. You knew it wasn’t the right choice, but it was the one you wanted. You had decided to drown yourself in alcohol, and you were on your third bottle when the object of your conflicting emotions, sat down across from you.

“Y/N.”

“Mmm?”

“What are you doing?”

“Drinking!” Your giggle turns to a frown when you hear the heavy sigh come across from you, “Are you judging me? It’s not nice to judge you know! “

“Why are you drinking Y/N?”

“Because,” you leaned forward, whispering conspiratively, “I’ve been bad.”

“Bad? How so?”

You sigh dreamily, a wistful smile playing upon your lips, “There’s this guy…”

“There always is.”

“Shhh! This is my story!” You shout.

“Sorry.”

“Where was I?”

“Something about a guy…”

“SHHHHHH! So rude interrupting me! Anyways…I’m supposed to hate him but…” you thump your chest hard as tears prick your eyes, “But…”

“But what?”

“I can't…I remember him before…and the him that I remember…he’s still there…and all the warning alarms are going off and I’m so scared to love him but I…I think…”

“You think?”

You lay your head on the table, mumbling, “Think it’s too late…think I love him. Think it has always been too late for me. Even after all the bullshit…you see…he’s still here” You thump your chest hard and sigh as you feel the tears slide down your cheek to land on the table, “ I love him and I don’t want to…I didn’t mean too…”

“Mean to what?”

“To love him, but…”

“You do.”

“Yeah” you whisper softly.

“Yoongi…” you can feel the man smile, you don’t know how you know but you do, “why do I have to love you?”

“You love me?” He asks, the hope wrapped in fear in his voice twisting your heart even more than all the past crap that had happened. You wanted to let it go. You wanted to love him. You can only nod your head as your eyes slide close, and you struggle against the darkness when you hear him whisper, “I love you too Y/N…I’m just scared…I’m not good enough…I was such an ass…and I know you said to let it go…but God Y/N…I should have treated you like a princess…because the truth is…”

Those words cause you to sit up, eyes squinting hard as you try to make out his face, “Yoongi?”

“Yeah?”

You lean forward and his face comes into focus, a smile spreads on your face and you lean forward to press your lips to his, softly at first, and then he responds, a hand sliding up your arm to cup your neck as you express to him what you can’t say in words. This was so much better than petty arguments and revenge pranks.

You pull away, breathing heavy as you rest your forehead against his, “Yoongi,” you whimper, keeping your eyes firmly on the buttons of his shirt, scared to look up, scared to see the fear in his eyes. Does he not know? “Can I…can I be yours?“ You ask in a voice so quiet it is almost lost in the noise of the world that surrounds you.

"Can you forgive me?” The pain in his voice was sharp. “I forgive you.” You whisper into his mouth as you make promises with your lips.

He pulls away for a moment, and you lock eyes finally. “Then believe me when I say, I was always yours, and you were always mine.”

“I was?”

The amount of disbelief in your voice causes Yoongi to tear up as he pulls you into his arms, “Kitten?”

“Yeah,” you say as you rest your head into the crook of his neck, breathing in his scent.

This time it was his turn to ask, “Am I yours?”

“You always were Yoongi. I was just waiting for you to remember where home was.”

Yoongi places the softest of kisses on each of your eyelids, and then he kisses away your tears and finally his mouth was on yours, and the kiss was full of yearning. “Y/N.”

“Yes?” You ask, sad he had pulled away.

“Don’t leave me again…I love you too.”

“Okay.”

#bts scenarios #yoongi scenarios #min yoongi scenarios #bts enemies to lovers #bts smut

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hogwarts9 · 2 years ago

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THE COCKY SNAKE PRINCE AND THE ORPHAN WARRIOR (non-related au)

Aishwarya walks down the hallways of the castle and meets with her friends who are looking at the crowd of Slytherins.

" Hey guys what are you looking at?" She asked

" Aishwarya! Your back!!!!" Penny hugs her

" Yeah what is going on?" She asked

" a new student he is a muggleborn slytherin but he has the power of all the slytherin with him" jae said " they said he is a relative of salazar slytherin cause he is a skilled Parselmouth. "

" he defeated a 7th year with a non verbal and wandless spell" tonks said " and merula is trying to date him.."

" Huh....who knew....wait" She sense a familiar aura and goes to the crowd

the crowd parts and she sees a handsome man talking to his fellow housemates while petting two snakes with him.

" Oh no...." she said turning around to get away.

" oh ur back merha now was seeing the dead?" merula said seeing her and getting the group's attention including the man with the snakes.

" at least my parents aren't in Azkaban...." she responds turning to her

" WHY YOU LITTLE..." " Ladies...ladies...calm down...no need to get aggressive.." the man stands between them holding their shoulders " merlua I don't like it when ur angry it ruins ur face."

" but she...."

" now now....go on...I need to go somewhere ok? I will talk to this little cub on the way....tata" he takes Aishwarya out of the hall and after some twists and turns he pins her to a wall in a private classroom.

"I never expected someone from my home to be here..." he said holding her wrist with the bracelet. how lucky I am...merha right?" he said. she scoffed and push him away

" don't get cocky with me prince Singh...this is not the kingdom where u can do as you please...."

" aww come on darling....don't be a spoiled sport it will be even more interesting plus....no matter where we are you must always obey me...I am ur future king," he said and snakes started to slither around her arms as she glared at him

" not yet," she said grabbing the snakes and tossing them to him with he caught them and they hissed at her " you better not do anything worse I am already busy in this school life."

" Trying to find your last family and brother Keith," he said making her stop " I heard....shame if my parents hear what happen..oh, I don't know...but it might be fun..."

" WHY YOU..." Ah ah ah!" he pats her head and a snake rest on her neck looking at her and its forked tongue touching her lips " I will help to keep this on the hush....as long as I get my fun...and believe me...i get what I want either way" he said as his eyes flashed red before turning back to blue then he grabs the snake around her neck and it slithered to his neck doing the same thing with its tongue" bye-bye princess....."

" that cocky snake prince......" he said now mad and knowing her school life is going to change a lot

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peterxwade24 · 3 years ago

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"Little brother?"

For Maribat March 2021 day 17 Prompt Court of Owls.

For Maribat March 2021 day 18 Prompt Protect.

I hope you all like this monstrosity of a fic.

Ever since their parents died, Morjianna knew the Court of Owls would be after her little brother, because he is who they call the Gray Son. So, what does she do? Obviously she, with the help of Alfred Pennyworth and a street kid (that she ended up bringing back to Bruce's with her) named Jason Todd, faked not only her own death but also her little brother's in order to keep him safe. While she had been her father’s only daughter, Dick was her parents’ only child together and as such meant more to the Court of Owls and she had promised her Tata and her Ama that she would keep him safe even if it meant her own life was forfeited in the process.

Alfred Pennyworth had had new identities drawn up for them both, making sure to keep their relationship as siblings intact. Jason Todd supplied the names of a dead couple, Omar and Nadia Bitar, who were about the right age to have two children and had no living relations in the states. The two had lived a quiet life and had kept out of the public eye, meaning no one knew anything about them.

Morjianna and Richard became Harriet Marie and Dexter John Bitar, with their dark complexions and dark hair they could pass as Egyptian. She began wearing her hair in very tight braids to achieve whimsically wavy hair to help her fit into the role she was playing now. She spent the night researching all she could in Mr. Wayne’s library, enlisting the help of Jason Todd while her baby brother was preoccupied with helping Alfred Pennyworth in the kitchen.

Morjianna had taken to calling her baby brother Dex, while he called her Marie, and had asked Jason to call her Harriet or Harri. Richard had taken to being called Dexter like a fish to water, and had taken to calling his big sister Marie because Harriet was just too weird for him to call her. The siblings had quickly accepted Jason into their circle, knowing that they owed him more than they could ever repay him.

Alfred had taken to helping the three, giving them advice when they needed it. He had adopted the role of guardian and grandfather in a single breath when he saw the three looking at him with love in their eyes.

---

Harriet Marie, which is how she signed all of her assignments, sat in the Bat Cave idly watching the cameras when a flash of yellow eyes appeared in one of the cameras between Robinson Park and the Iceberg Lounge.

“Little Blue, Little Red. Parliament incoming. Between Toxicodendron and the Polar Ice Caps. You’re located closer to Toxicodendron than the Polar Ice Caps, please get there and alert me when you’ve arrived.”

Harriet Marie pulled on her domino mask before standing up. She pressed a kiss to Alfred’s cheek before going over to her locker and pulling out her suit. She muted her comm to let Alfred know what she was planning. “I’ve got to go and intercept some owls. Keep an eye on Dad, Dex and Jay for me.”

Harriet Marie pulled on her suit, a black suit with a blue bird across her chest with red finger stripes on either arm and a purple section where the blue and red mixed, before grabbing a pair of escrima sticks and their sheath. She slid the sheath on and shimmied until it was comfortable before sliding the escrima sticks into place. She quickly braided her hair back to keep it out of her face before unmuting her comm. “Kingfisher is heading out for the night.”

“Be careful.” The Bat’s tone was gruff but full of concern.

“Always.” Kingfisher chirped back with a smile on her face. She walked over to the rest of the vehicles stored in the Cave and threw her leg over a blacked out Dodge Tomahawk affectionately named Black Beauty. She threw a smile at Agent A before turning on the bike and zipping out of the Cave.

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Marnie Kanté woke up one day and knew only that she had a little brother. She had woken up in a hospital in Nice, France with no memories of her life before that moment but she had a hand held in her hand. The hand was rough in the way that a programmer’s is but still soft in all of the ways that mattered, and it reminded her so much of her little brother’s (or was it brothers’) that those were the first words she spoke in that hospital room. “Little brother?”

She heard a gasp before a voice shouted for someone, she wasn’t sure who, and suddenly there was a swarm of people around her.

Marnie was grateful for the boy who held her hand, and for the boy’s parents. They had taken her in after she’d been released from the hospital with no memories of before she woke up. The Kantés had given her a family when she couldn’t remember her own and had treated her like their own. However, shortly after Marnie had officially been welcomed into the family, Mr. and Mrs. Kanté started fighting every night, and not too long after that they got a divorce and their family of four was a family of three again.

Marnie currently attended a middle school, they called it collège in France, in the same class as her little brother Max. Their main teacher was kind but she looked down on Marnie because Marnie wouldn’t bow down to the resident Queen Bee.

Marnie and Max were so focused on their work that they barely noticed when Mlle. Bustier handed out permission slips. The siblings exchanged a look before Max leaned over their desk to nudge Kim to ask him what it was about. “Hey, Kim, what’s this about?”

“We need parental permission to go on a field trip. Chloé’s Dad’s footing the bill because Chloé wants to go so we’re going.” Kim responded while stuffing the sheet into his bag.

“Where are we going?” Max asked, confused as to why they needed permission to go on a fieldtrip. All of their previous field trips they’d just stuck around France.

“Somewhere in America. I think it’s on the East Coast.” Kim shrugged dismissively and looked back to the front of the room, signalling the end of the conversation.

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Marnie clutched Max’s hand tightly in her own, her bag in her other hand, as they followed the rest of their class to the hotel they’d be staying in while they were in Gotham. Marnie was glancing around anxiously, although some part of her deep inside was vibrating with happiness, as they walked across the parking lot.

“We’re okay Mar.” Max whispered as he squeezed her hand. “I’m right here next to you.”

Marnie nodded and let out a deep breath. “Thanks, Little Brother.”

The two walked into the hotel lobby and saw missing child posters. Plastered on the wall behind the reception desk were missing child posters, some new and some old although there was one that drew their attention. It was of a girl, named Harriet Marie Bitar, and the photo looked like it could be of Marnie, but the Kanté siblings knew that there were seven other people walking around with their faces at any given moment in time. Besides, Marnie had three horizontal scars across her throat and three nearly identical scars hiding within her mess of hair and the girl in the picture didn’t have them.

It totally didn’t mean anything, did it?

---

The Kanté siblings were standing in the middle of their class in the lobby of Wayne Enterprises when their tour guides appeared out of seemingly nowhere. Their tour guides were a pair of boys who couldn’t have been any older than thirteen and eleven with black hair and blue eyes. However, the older boy had darker tan skin and something in Marnie longed to wrap her arms around the boy.

While Marnie was looking at the boys and taking them in, they were taking her in in return. She just looked so similar to their big sister but they knew that the chances that she was Harriet Marie were slim.

Max could tell something was going to happen in Gotham but he wasn’t sure he wanted it to happen.

---

The tour guides had just led the class into the cafeteria and they had all just sat down to lunch when Marnie was suddenly back on her feet. She put herself between her little brother and the danger. Without Marnie knowing how, she caught a bolt which had shattered a nearby window and had alerted the rest of the staff to the danger. Her brown eyes hardened into an expression that Marnie had never worn before.

Their tour guides, brothers named Dexter and Jason, had disappeared the instant the bolt shattered the window, presumably to go and alert Mr. Wayne.

Masked vigilantes crashed through the window moments after two individuals with yellow eyes crashed through.

Marnie dropped the bolt she was still holding and fell to her knees at the sight of them although all she could say was “those dumb owls.” Marnie turned to look at Max, at her Little Brother, and smiled. “You wanna do me a favour and not tell Mom what I’m about to do?”

“Anything for you Mar.” Max had always looked up to his big sister and knew that what she was about to do was important.

Marnie nodded and turned back to the quartet fighting. She grinned a steely grin and let out a whistle. “Little Blue. Little Red. Go get the Bat. Those two are mine.” Marnie seemed to shake out of her skin and the two masked vigilantes knew they were looking at their big sister as she stood up. The two vigilantes nodded and distracted the Owls long enough for their big sister, their Marie, to sneak up behind them and take over.

Bluebird sent Robin to fetch the Bat, his eyes stuck on his sister. He had never stopped searching for her, not since she hadn’t responded after he’d gotten Jason and himself safely into the park. Bluebird kept his eyes on the fight, watching his big sister as she efficiently knocked out the Owls. He could barely stop the snarl from appearing on his face as he watched another boy wrap his big sister in his arms.

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Harriet Marie looked up at the man who’d taken her in after her parents were killed, at the man who was her dad, and felt the tears well up in her eyes. “Dad.”

“Harri.” Bruce looked at his daughter and opened his arms.

Harriet Marie rushed into his arms and wrapped her arms around him. “I’m so sorry that I didn’t listen to you.”

“I’m sorry that I couldn’t protect you.” Bruce whispered it into his daughter’s hair.

Max looked at his big sister and was happy that she had found her family but was also sad because now she wouldn’t need him any more.

“Dad,” Harriet Marie pulled away from his chest and smiled at him, “you need to meet someone.” Harriet Marie looked at Max and motioned him over. “Dad. You need to marry his, our Mom, so that I don’t lose another little brother.”

Bruce laughed and shook his head. “You won’t lose him. I promise.”

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Harriet Marnie, Dexter John, Jason, and Max watched as their parents got married. Harriet Marnie and Max stood in as their mom’s Maids of Honour while Dexter John and Jason stood in as their dad’s Best Men. They were overjoyed because instead of destroying one family to build another back up, they were creating something entirely new.

Harriet Marnie would always be thankful for her training coming in to protect her little brothers, but she would never forgive the Court of Owls for what they did, and the moment Max had the proper training under his belt she would do what had to be done to protect not only her little brothers but also her family.

#Maribat March #maribat #ml crossover #mlb crossover #ml x dc #mlb x dc #prompt: court of owls #prompt: protect #sibling dickinette #sibling jasonette #sibling maxinette

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