#i guess he's good at multitasking so he can be both at once

[nonexistentirl]

Cale, at the beginning of the story: I don't want to become too OP. I'll end up getting dragged into all sorts of trouble.

Me, on my first read through: Oooh, finally a sensible MC.

Me, now: -sigh- Unlucky bastard, stop raising flags right off the bat.

[sturnsbaebackup]

can you write something about how the fans have started speculating something between you and chris??

RUMORS FLY - CHRIS STURNIOLO

summary: you and chris have been talking, and the fans are starting to notice.

warnings: none!

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as nick and matt argue about god knows what into their microphones, chris stares down at his phone with a small smile. “chris what’s your opinion on this?” nick asks, but it appears chris hasn’t heard him.

“chris, get off of your fucking phone. we’re on the podcast! who are you even texting that’s so important right now?” matt groans. quickly after being called out chris puts his phone away. he’s very clearly flustered, and he says, “i was just um— texting nate!”

“texting nate? with that big of a smile on your face? i didn’t know nate was so funny… but whatever can you please just get off of your phone and help us settle this debate,” matt says, glaring at chris with a wondering eye. not even his brothers knew about you and chris, but they were bound to find out soon enough.

chris feels his phone buzz on his lap, and he waits until he has a chance to answer it. he doesn’t want to tell you that he’s recording because he doesn’t want to stop talking to you, so he tried to multitask, but clearly he’s not very good at it.

nick suddenly gets up and walks over to chris, snatching his phone from his hands. as he does so, he see’s your contact name and the photo of you and chris cuddling at the top of the screen. “oh my god that’s—“ he blurts out, but immediately stops himself. “���enough! i’m taking your phone until the end of the episode” nick says, immediately catching himself before he reveals you and chris’ secret.

chris’ cheeks turn bright pink, and his heart rate is through the roof. he knows he’ll be grilled with questions once they’re done recording, and he doesn’t know if he’s ready for that yet. eventually the pod is over, and immediately nick hands chris his phone with a smirk.

“have fun texting y/n!” nick shouts as chris begins walking downstairs to his room. a loud gasp can be heard from matt, and chris can feel his cheeks burning up. he scurries into his room and replies to your texts, and immediately opens tiktok to rewatch the tiktok you guys had made a couple days ago. he scrolls through the endless comments, and begins to notice a reoccurring pattern.

“are they dating?!”

“oh i ship this”

“i think they’re dating! i mean, y/n is wearing his brand…”

and so forth. he bites his cheeks to hold his smile in, but ultimately fails when he sees all of the support even when you guys haven’t gone public. as he scrolls through his phone, a gentle knock can be heard on his door.

“come in nick!” he exclaims, not even looking up from his phone. he knows it’s nick because matt has a tendency to just walk in, or bang on the door. one or the other.

“can i ask you something?” nick asks, sitting in the end of chris’ bed.

“yeah, anything,” chris says, putting his phone down and fixing his posture.

“why didn’t you tell me and matt?”

“um— well we aren’t really telling anyone. i mean we’re not dating yet, but—“ he pause, “actually i don’t really know, honestly. i guess i’m just nervous that if i start telling people things will go south,” he shrugs.

“are you planning to ask her out soon?”

“yeah, i am actually. i was gonna do it this weekend, and make it a big surprise for the fans but now i don’t know. the fans are already speculating things, so i feel like i should just scratch the whole big idea i had and ask her the next time we hang out.”

“oh! that was also one of my questions! how the hell have you been hanging out with y/n and both me and matt didn’t know about it?! we live together and i still didn’t know!”

chris chuckles, “there’s a lot of things you don’t know about me nick. and it’s gonna stay that way, so if you could stop asking me a million questions that would be great,” he sarcastically grins, and nick just rolls his eyes. nick closes the door behind him, and chris immediately goes back to texting you.

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the podcast episode was posted a few days ago, and immediately the fans have been questioning who chris was texting. there have been many many guesses, but most have been you. chris feels like it’s his fault, and the last thing he wants is for you to feel like you’re being led on, so there’s only one thing to do.

“y/n, i have a question,” chris says nervously, looking down at you as your head rests on his arm.

“what is it?” you ask, knowing exactly what it is. or hoping, at least.

“well, obviously i like you. a lot. and i was just wondering if you wanted to make this official? will you be my girlfriend?”

“of course i will chris, is that even a question?” you giggle, and it feels like a weight has been lifted off of chris’ shoulders. he smiles at you and gently places his hands on your cheeks, pulling your faces towards his. your lips melt together, and your hands find their way to the back of his neck.

you both end up falling asleep in chris’ bed, and while you both nap, you’re unaware that nick and matt both arrive back home. they enter chris’ room after calling his name a few times with no response, only to see you both asleep. of course, them being the immature boys they are, take your guys’ picture. unfortunately, you learn about this the hard way when you see the photo in their photo dump a few days later. you gasp and immediately check the comments, expecting tons of hate comments.

“i knew it was y/n! they’re so cute!”

“AWWW”

“cutest couple ever”

you immediately text chris, and you both share a big grin over the situation. although you never would have expected your situation with chris to have gotten semi-exposed, you were just glad everyone was so supportive.

[thecinematicwriter]

Stop, This Is So Embarrassing!

Charles Leclerc x Reader

Summary: You would do anything to attend a Formula 1 race week-end. Turns out, your mother's friend worked with the Formula PR team and got you some free passes to the Canada's Grand Prix. You still had to study though :(

Sneek peak: "God, I love when you say my name in french." He confessed right before the bartender gave you two your order. "I love talking to you in french." You said while maintaining the eye contact.

A/N: As a fellow canadian I couldn't be more excited for this week's race! And I still have to study for some exams so... come read a dream piece of my life I guess:) Warning: There is a lot of laughing in this fanfic(sorry in advance).

You were sitting quietly in the place your mom's friend said you could hang. Nothing could bother you there she had said. She had been the kindest human being there could exist. First she had offered you a free pass for the Grand Prix after your mother mentioned you were a huge fan, then she promised you to a private spot where only the drivers were allowed when you told her you needed to multitask and study for your test that was coming. Not one driver was here right now because it was only paddock visiting day and it was a good thing for you not to be distracted. They would only be coming in the afternoon to say hello to the fans. The only reason you were here today was for your mom to catch up with her friend and you took a walk around the track before starting your study session. As expected it was death. Learning all those different things by heart was excruciating, but then you could work in what you loved. It was a huge perk of why you were doing it... no kidding.

"Hello?" Somebody was here and that made your eyes look away from your notes. "I'm sorry to bother you, you look very occupied... but I was wondering if this was the driver's hang out spot?" Lando Norris. You couldn't believe your eyes. That is exactly why you were staring at him like a culprit found guilty. "Hum- Yeah. Yeah! Sorry... I can leave if you're more comfortable without a fan here." You started gathering your stuff only for him to come close to you and lay his hand on your notes. "A fan, huh?" He laughed at your nervous state and you nodded dumb founded. "Well... no. Actually, I would quite like the company. if you don't mind me bothering your...studying?" He sat in the chair in front of yours and that made you sit back down. "Yes. It's studying. And I wouldn't mind at all." You said eagerly, which made the driver laugh even more. You laughed with him this time. "I am so sorry. I tend to be clumsy with my delivering of words." You said looking him straight in the eyes. "Don't apologies, it's refreshing from all the other drivers. They always are too confident in what they say, I believe." You smiled at Lando and he had a confused face. "Wouldn't that make you a cocky speaker too? You are a driver." He laughed once again. "I guess so... But at least I'm not afraid to say I am." You both started laughing like little kids and only stopped when he asked you a question. "So what are you studying? And why here of all places?"

Your conversation seemed to have lasted forever when the one and only Oscar Piastri entered the room. "Hey, Lando!-" he stopped talking when you came in his view. "Who is that?" He asked while walking towards your table. "I just met her. Y-N, meet you know who." You waved shyly feeling like you were not in your place. Oscar simply smiled at you warmingly. "You know who?! You introduce me to your new friend that way?" He shoved Lando's shoulder while taking a chair to sit with you both. "Ouch! She already knows who you are, prick!" he said faking his offense. "Yeah... I am a huge fan of you all." You explained and laughed at their antics. Oscar was impressed. "Us all? No preference? That's the first time I hear that from a fan. Normally girls prefer Charles or Lewis." You laughed at his statement and he joined you. " Oh don't get me wrong, I do have a preference in looks... But to me you work all the same effort to be here and when it comes to the actual race, I support each and everyone one of the drivers." The boys were now interested. You were the nicest fan they had both met and they couldn't get enough of what you had to say next. "Do tell! Who's your racing daddy?" Your face cringed at what Lando had called a F1 crush. "Don't ever say that again, mate." Oscar shared your embarrassment. After an awkward silence you all started laughing. "Oh god. You guys are so kind. I felt so out of place being in the only place you had privacy, but you don't seem to mind. Thank you, I guess." They looked at you and simply nodded. "Well it's not hard to enjoy your company." Lando said smiling at you and you slightly blushed. You were so used to people telling you you were too much so this was the best feeling ever. "If I say it though, I'm afraid I'll disappoint you. I am a basic one I fear." You exhaled dramatically to joke around. "Stop it! You are a Lewis girl aren't you..." Oscar matched your dramatics. "No... It's Charles for me." Oscar and Lando looked at each other and smiled. "What?" They looked back at you and smirked. "Why do you like him so much? Do tell." You sighed and smiled to yourself. "Well for starters, he speaks french as his first language, like me. Then he is so passionate about everything, his family, racing and so much more, from what the internet shows me at least. And it helps that he is like really good looking. Charles Leclerc for the win... I can't believe I am talking to Lando Norris and Oscar Piastri about this, God!" Your laugh got stopped by a familiar voice. The one you listened to more times you'd like to admit after each race.

"I like how you say my name. Thank you by the way, you really did me good." Your eyes grew tenfold when you realized who heard you talking like this. "Oh mon dieu. (Oh my god.)" You hid behind your hands while the boys in front of you broke out in the loudest laughter. "I am so sorry. God, this is so embarrassing!" You said and felt your cheeks redden. "Y-N, don't be like this. Charles was just teasing you... Get out of there." Lando said between giggles. When you took your hands off your face, you saw how close Charles had gotten. "And who might this Y-N be?" Charles said looking at you. "Hey... I'm simply a random fan-" "She's not random. Don't be modest... She is amazing! We've been talking for the past hour and I am about to ask her her instagram." Oscar said while getting his phone out from his back pocket. "Really?!" You asked surprised. Lando also got his phone out to get your instagram handle. "Of course. We're practically besties after what you confessed." Lando joked and you laughed, again. "Way to make an impression. Can I sit here?" You angled your face towards the Ferrari driver now even closer to you than before. You soon realized he was talking about the chair right beside you. "Don't be shy." You told him with a warm smile and he laughed. "That's rich coming from the woman who just hid behind her hands." He sat down and chuckled. "I guess you're right." You giggled along. And that is when Charles looked directly in your eyes. "So what is it?" You broke your gaze from Charles' and looked at Lando. "I'm sorry, what?" The drivers all laughed. "I think they want your instagram account. Ne les fait pas attendre, ça serait cruelle!(Don't make them wait, it would be cruel!)" He dramatized his sentences which made you smile like a little kid. "Oh yeah... Sorry, here." You took your phone out and showed them your account. "No way! You are studying in (your choice of study)!" They all looked at what Oscar was showing from your profile and Charles got his phone out. "This is so cool!" Lando exclaimed. "You were studying for that weren't you? You nodded and blushed from all the attention you were receiving.

You continued talking for a while longer before they all received a message saying it was time for them to go make their entrance for the week-end. "Oh I completely forgot we had that! So sorry Y-N... I hope we can see you again this week-end! I'll text you the info and put you in the guest list for our parties this race week-end. If that's okay with you of course?" Oscar explained while they all got up. "Are you crazy? Who would pass up the opportunity to party with F1 drivers that know how to make someone feel welcomed?! Count me in!" They all smiled. "Perfect, one of us will send you the info!" You all bid your goodbyes and went your separate ways.

That night before going to sleep, you were looking at the three notification that said Lando Norris, Oscar Piastri and Charles Leclerc started following you when your notifications went off.

Charles Leclerc: Hello, Y-N! It was nice meeting you! I hope to see you at the parties the boy will send you the info for. I want to talk to you some more. (In the hopes of not freaking you out.)

You found it cute how Charles wrote his text.

You: Hey, mister Leclerc! I had even more fun than you during our long talk I might bet! Of course I'll come. It would be my pleasure to engage a conversation with you again! (I freaked you out from the beginning, don't worry.)

You hit send and left the chat only for your phone to buzz not even a minute later. God, that was fast.

Charles: Ça fait bizarre de texter de façon si formel. Mais, ça fait du bien. (It's weird to text in this formal way. But, it's refreshing.)

You: Toute a fait d'accord.(I agree.)

The night of the final race

Lando: You're still coming tonight like last night?

You: Ofc! I'll be there in an hour... I finally finished studying for my exam on tuesday!

Lando: Let's go! See you later then!

You: See ya!

You left home after choosing the perfect outfit (plus sized - skinny, mid-sized) you felt all the nerves from this week-end leave your body. There was no reason for you to be anxious when you made friends with three of the drivers and had great talk with the rest of them. Once you arrived at the party location, you texted Lando telling him you were there. You went inside and looked around you, mesmerized by the fancy decoration. Your lovestruck face was interrupted by Oscar. "Hey! Y-N! Come, the boys are in the back." You followed Oscar after telling him he looked great and he returned the compliment. "Everyone, Y-N's here!" Everyone cheered which made you flustered. How had you simply studying in a private hang out area turned into this? You still couldn't believe it. Lando came up and kissed both your cheeks and you gave him a hug. "Congrats on podium! Once again!" You congratulated him with a huge smile plastered on your face. "Do you mean I had to get podium to receive this greeting?" Charles arrived next to you two and you laughed. "Maybe..." You shrugged your shoulders. He got closer to you to make sure you could hear him over the loud music that was blaring in the VIP section. "Red? You wanted to surprise me or do you have a preference for my team mate?" He whispered so you only could hear.

When you opened your eyes, Charles' were still closed but he adorned a content smile on his lips. When he finally opened them, you pecked him once again and you both smiled like two teenagers experiencing their first love. This was bound to be a great experience... or more?

Charles had flirted with you for the entire week-end and you played right into his act. "I wouldn't dare show up in red for someone other than you Leclerc." You said turning you face towards his that was right beside yours. That resulted in your lips being dangerously close. "Good to know. I wore black because I didn't know what your favorite color was." He joked. You laughed hard at that. "Good to know." You gave him a taste of his own medicine which made him smile. "Suis-moi? (Follow me?)" You nodded at his request and he took you to the bar. "What do you want to drink?" "Nothing with alcohol... I want to stay clean for my exam, even if it's in two days." You over explained. "So, what do you want to drink?" Charles asked once more. "Oh, sorry..." You turned to the bartender and ordered a cranberry juice. "I tend to babble when I'm nervous." You said sheepishly. "Than be nervous more often, it's cute." You looked at him and tried to retain your laugh while Charles realized what he had just said. "God! Non, ne sois pas nerveuse... Je voulais simplement te dire que c'est mignon quand tu parles comme ça.(God! No, don't be nervous... I just wanted to say that it's cute when you talk that way.)" He hid behind his hands, his cheeks red under the already red lights of the private club. "C'est correct, Charles.(It's okay, Charles.)" You took his hands off of his face and he looked straight into your eyes. It was your turn to turn red. "God, I love when you say my name in french." He confessed right before the bartender gave you two your order. "I love talking to you in french." You said while maintaining the eye contact. "Ah oui? C'est bon a savoir. (Oh Yes? It's good to know.)" He got closer to you and you leaned in also. "Tu es vraiment beau, Charles. Je sais que tout le monde doivent te le dire, mais ils ont raison.(You're truly handsome , Charles. I know everyone must tell you, but they are right.)" You looked at him and focused on his eyes. "C'est encore mieux lorsque ça vient de toi. Tu es encore plus magnifique, Y-N.(it's even better coming from you when it's coming from you. You are ven more beautiful, Y-N.)" He took your jaw in his left hand and smiled at you earnestly. "Kiss me?" You asked, hopping for a positive answer. "I thought you would never ask." He said and took the opportunity. You never understood when people said the world around you faded if the kiss was good enough, but Charles made you feel like that. Like there was only you and the brunet boy present in the club and the music was only a background sound to your love story.

Want to know what happens next? Comment , like and reblog for me to write a second part!

[lunamaraproject]

LUNAMARA: Fragments [8]

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The old paper crinkles pleasantly under Felix’s fingers. For all he loves the sleek design of the tablets he usually teaches from, sometimes the tactile realness of paper is more enjoyable. Plus, when it comes to educating the princess, such luxurious materials are nigh on expected, so he can get away with requesting them.

“So this is you,” he explains as Elsie leans halfway over the desk, her hair spilling over her shoulders and nearly blocking his view.

“It doesn’t look like me,” she critiques with the honesty one can only expect from a girl barely 60. She grabs the nearest pencil and starts drawing hair and a dress onto the anatomical model.

“Okay, you fix it. Will you listen to my explanation while you fix it?”

“Mmhmm!”

She’s fairly good at multitasking, so he presses on. “When you eat manna, it goes down into your stomach here,” he both holds his hand on his belly, and taps on the diagram with his highlighter. Helpfully, she draws a star where he tapped. “Yes, there. Once it’s in your stomach, your body takes the manna, and breaks it down. What does it break it down into?”

“I dunno,” she says first, but he waits, until eventually she hedges a guess. “Maen?”

“Yes!” he grins brightly. “Maen is the energy that makes up all magic in the universe. It’s actually a shortening of ‘magical energy’, neat right?”

Elsie is too busy adding frills to the hem of her dress to actually agree with him about how interesting etymology is. A shame.

“Once the maen is in your body, it travels around it on the maen circuits. They run right next to your veins and nerves, and have special ‘pools’ all over, where the maen gathers. Can you draw more stars where I point?”

“Yeah,” she agrees, and he begins working around the body. First, travelling up the chest, then the neck, then the head. She has to draw the stars very small here, because there are so many points particularly on the face and skull. It looks like the figure sneezed on a constellation. “I can’t even see the eyes any more…”

“That’s okay, we’ll draw a bigger head in a minute so you can fit the stars in better,” Felix chuckles. “It’s important to know where the pools are, because they’re the places where maen exits the body when we use it to cast magic. Different kinds of magic use different pools on the body. So when I give you a kiss on your booboos, it’s not because I’m trying to eat you up!”

Elsie gives him a dry look. “I know that. I’m not 40.”

“I know you’re not!” he holds his hands up in surrender. “But I’ll always remember the time when I pretended to eat you, and you got really scared!”

“Well I don’t remember that at all,” she sniffs, then turns back to adding more details to her dress on the paper. “Are there pools on the hands?”

“Yes there are, very good! And also all up the arms here…”

It doesn’t take long to cover the rest of the figure in stars, on the front and the back side. Meanwhile, Elsie’s dress design is also coming along swimmingly.

“Did you get the idea for this dress from the present you got from the Naribians?” Felix asks.

“Yes, but I’m making it better with my own parts,” she says airily.

“You know, humans have maen circuits too!”

Now this finally gets her full attention. She looks at him like he’s grown a second head. “They do?”

“Yep! They’re veeeery thin and don’t get used much. Unlike starfolk, humanfolk can’t use their maen circuits by just thinking about it. So do other animals and plants, but even smaller, nearly not there at all.”

“Ohhh…” she trails off, mulling this new information over. “Doesn’t it hurt?”

“No, it’s not like with us where it hurts them to not use magic every now and then. They can live their whole lives and never use it, and be perfectly healthy!”

She continues to chew on this new fact for another minute of silence, before suddenly saying. “But what if that’s why they die fast? Humans, and animals.”

Admittedly, Felix wasn’t expecting that. Leave it to kids to come up with unexpected questions. He’s struck silent for a moment, pondering this himself. Who knows, maybe that was the reason. He’s not educated enough to know for sure. But then, when he’s not even an adult himself, he’s not sure what people are expecting.

“You know what, I don’t know!” he finally says with a laugh. “Let’s make a note of it, so we can look it up later in the library or with one of the professors.”

“Okay,” she agrees, scribbling the note in the top corner of the paper. “It doesn’t make much sense that the plants like trees live almost as long as we do, but the humans don’t. Humans look almost just like us, but their ears are weird and small and their bodies are big and hairy.”

“Sure do!”

"Do you think if I tried I could grow hair on my face like them?"

"... Maybe one day, Elsie!"

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[igbylicious]

so um. @wooyoungisbaby Isak made inquiries abt whichever way Woosan & orgasm denial, how often it happens, whether Wooyoung ever gets to deny San, and oh boy my brain started buzzing lol! it was too long to answer in the replies, so this is ummm, technically a hard thoughts post i guess? very self-indulgent, very stream-of-consciousness

sex-related Woosan musings ahead, with an obvious warning for orgasm denial, but also mentions of dacryphilia & overstim (and somehow it’s abt 700~ words?! brain why?!?!?)

so yes, in pt1 Wooyoung was on a sex ban and didn’t get to cum until he and San were back from their trip lol.

in my head, San does this kind of thing on occasion, but not too often; he doesn’t overdo it bc that will genuinely upset Woo at some point lol. (also bc it means San doesn’t get to fuck Wooyoung either, and San doesn’t want to go too long without fucking Woo :C in like, a sickeningly tender way :C that man yearns for it :C )

also a ban for an entire week like in pt1 is very rare! the opportunity just presented itself bc they’d be with San’s family for the first few days; San had mixed feelings abt getting it on at his parents house, and Wooyoung got snarky abt it so San was like ‘ok i guess you are getting NOTHING for this WHOLE trip then ¯\_(ツ)_/¯’

(ps: now that reader is also in the mix, there are some fun new levels of potential torture to the concept of putting Woo on a sex ban ✪ ω ✪ )

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for edging / denying Woo during actual sex; yeah that happens a lot lol — but multiple orgasm overstim is almost just as likely! San loves to change it up; but any given time they have sex, there’s decent odds that either one or the other will happen to Wooyoung… or both if he has the energy >:3

either way, both are real solid methods for San to almost guaranty he’ll have Woo crying before it’s over and what can i say? that man likes his Wooyoung a ruined, teary mess lol

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as for whether Woo denies San…

well. in pt6 Wooyoung did know that San would let himself get edged all day long ( •̀ ω •́ )✧

for this version of Woosan, that’s actually a rare kink with which they might fully flip the script and have Wooyoung domming San. (they do have sex without rigid d/s roles, but it’s rare for this San to get deeply subby. tragically ( ╥ω╥ ) it will kinda sorta happen in the fic one more time tho uwu)

and usually it happens when San is real stressed or overworked or otherwise having a Bad Time™

(or if Woo is really really really in the mood for it, but in that case he will have to be on his best behaviour first lol)

they’ll really take their time for it and turn it into a ﾟ☆*Moment*☆ﾟ and it’s lowkey kinda soft; Woo will tease San plenty, obv! Woo likes his San just as teary and whiny as San likes his Wooyoung lol

but Woo is also acutely aware that he is in the caretaker role for once, and that the goal is for San to feel good and relaxed afterwards ♡ so much bodyworship, soooooooo much praise and cuddling in the aftercare <- and the praise goes both ways, bc San is so proud and grateful to Woo for taking care of him like that ;;

(and ofc when Woo’s subbing, he will ABSOLUTELY pull an edge on San if he can; just to multitask at being a menace AND give his boyfriend a lil treat hehe)

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…but to come full circle, i’m not convinced that an attempt to put a sex ban on San would work out so great for Wooyoung asdkjadsjk

honestly i’m on the fence whether San’d immediately shut it down bc being the target of punishment is not his thing — but i could see Woo trying it just to be a brat, OR Woo pulls a stunt like ‘you sex ban me? good luck i sex ban you right back’ lol

which derails into an outright battle of endurance bc these two guys are not just incredibly horny but also stubborn asdkjasdjk. honestly they can’t even hold out for that long bc of aforementioned horny-ness and bc they are whipped for each other, but dear god both of them are so fucking stupidly desperate by the time they cave in and shamelessly hump each other again lol oop — and it does cumulate into a round of the shortest but also the MOST high-strung sex they’ve ever had ✪ ω ✪

(bless you Isak for being an enabler, i hope you got smth out of this ♡)

[herehavesomeheadcanons]

Hihi! I saw you were taking requests and so I was wondering if I could have Poe or Sigma fluff (and maybe angst if you're up for it, you don't have to!) hcs? Like where you are sick or smth and they take care of you? And possibly how they make you feel better? Can I also be 🍥 anon if you're okay with it?

Whew, back to writing requests. Sorry for the long wait, but my brain shut down after I finally finished that Christmas event. I'll try to get on with the requests still waiting in my inbox!

Anyway, fluff is absolutely my specialty, and these two dorks are the perfect characters to take care of a sick s/o! I had the idea floating around in my brain, so I added an accidental confession for Poe as well <3

Edgar Allen Poe and Sigma taking care of a sick reader~

As usual, snatched the images off Pinterest

Poe

🤎🦝 Poor Poe freaked out when he heard you were sick. He immediately rushed over to your house and insisted on taking care of you! It doesn't matter how many times you try to push him away and tell him he'll get sick too, he's determined to take care of you!

🤎🦝 The reason for this is that Ranpo gave him the idea. Poe wanted to know how he could win your affections, and Ranpo suggested that he should go and see if you needed care, since you called in sick that morning.

🤎🦝 So now you're being forced to lay on the couch while Poe spoon-feeds you soup that he made himself. I don't see why you would complain, except if you're one of those Akutagawa kinnies that won't admit you're sick until you're dead.

🤎🦝 Poe insists on doing everything for you. To be fair, he is a pretty big help, considering it feels like someone fucked with the Earth's gravity settings and turned them all the way up. Oh, and you're delirious with fever, so no amount of willpower is going to make you able to do chores.

🤎🦝 As you feared, Poe gets sick too. Somehow, he still managed to drag himself to your place, so now you're both lying inert on different couches with a bad flu. You have some absolutely hilarious conversations while you're both completely out of it with fever hallucinations. Unfortunately, you probably won't remember them.

🤎🦝 After a few days of this bullshit, you're starting to feel better. Poe isn't, but your head is starting to clear. One night, you wake up to him rambling on and on about something to Karl. As you listen, you realize he's talking about you.

🤎🦝 "Oh Karl... What am I to do?" *Karl noises* "Yes I suppose you're right... You're so wise, Karl!" *More Karl noises*

🤎🦝 If he didn't talk to Karl like this all the time, you'd probably suspect that the fever had addled his brain to the point of no return. You decide to speak up and see what this nonsense is all about.

🤎🦝 "Hey, Poe, what are you going on about?" "Y/N! You're awake?" "Obviously. Now what are you asking Karl about?" "Oh, I was just trying to figure out what to do about my feelings for you." "...your what?"

🤎🦝 It takes a moment for Poe to realize what he just said. Once he does, he hides under the the blanket for ages. He refuses to come back out and speak to you for the rest of the day. He won't even eat! He's going to need lots of reassurance after such an embarrassing mishap!

Sigma

🤍🎰 Sigma doesn't really have a lot of time on his hands, being the manager of the casino and all. So, when he hears that you're sick, he has an existential crisis. Should he take care of you? Stay? What if he gets sick too? Can the casino run smoothly without him?

🤍🎰 Seeing how worried he is, some of the people working directly under him (I couldn't think of a good word, ok? Leave me alone-) convince him to go look after you. They can handle running the casino in his absence.

🤍🎰 Let's get one thing straight: Sigma is a fabulous caretaker. He just has the instinct for it, I guess. You'll be perfectly fine under his care. He gets you any medicine you need, cooks for you, does chores, and anything else you need. He has absurd multitasking skills, and will keep everything neat and orderly to ensure your speedy recovery.

🤍🎰 He is an absolute sucker for you, so you could probably get away with a lot while sick. You want him to read to you? On it. You want him to sing you to sleep? He'll try his best. He won't do anything that could get him sick, though, so no physical contact. Sorry, but he can't afford to get sick too.

🤍🎰 He is rigorous about keeping your stress to a minimum. He sets limits on who can visit you, how often they can visit, and for how long. He's like your nurse or something. You know Madam Pomfrey from the Harry Potter series? Yeah he's like that.

[bigsoftmarshmallow]

Heya! I hope things have gotten better!

I have something inspired by the Phantom Ganon one!

This is an Equal Lady one where the Dorfs (& Demise, I guess) react to learning that the bunshin (copies of herself) that Nanema creates are a special type.

As in, they are Kage Bunshin (from Naruto). Meaning that they aren’t just illusions, they have substance. They can touch him & he can touch them. They aren't flesh, though, & one good hit will dispel them (though, here, she manifests them through her actual shadow & so, when they do dispel, they do it by bursting back into shadows that return to her). However, upon dispelling, Nemma gets their memories. (Which, she’ll eventually find extremely useful for multitasking & research.)

Now, this is a legendary Kagehei (Shadow Warrior) technique that had previously been lost to time until her Keaton mentor, Mapū-sensei, taught it to her.

At the same time, it's still a very new technique to her & she can really only produce 1 a day at most for the moment. It tends to be a calculated risk conjuring one due to the fact that doing so takes a lot of magic. As such, she has to be strategic with it when she conjures one.

Now, the Kage Bunshin behave in a way that is somewhere between independent of Nanema (& each other once she's able to conjure more than one at a time) & as a hivemind with Nemma as their queen.

Either way, I'd love to see them react to this info. Both as a useful tactic & possibly even their minds going to… less than innocent places…

(I think that she’d notice & would flash him a tiny smile, brow arched, & eyes shining in that knowing way. Which, itself, signals that she’s willing to discuss their more… extracurricular uses. But, at the same time, I think she’d wait for him to pose the topic himself. But in that sort of… I’m trying to remember what it’s called… sort of smug, but in a controlled way, & waiting for him to be the one to break first due to him being embarrassed. I mean, how does one even broach that sort of question?)

(Something to keep in mind is that TotK was only shown to be able to conjure one Phantom before obtaining the Secret Stone, so it's very possible that he only became able to conjure more at once after obtaining it.)

Thoughts, feelings, reactions, & next steps. If that's okay? If not, again, that's fine.

I exist in a better place now. Got paid, paid bills, and still have a few coin to my name. My family is getting caught up, and my friends are assisting the best they can. <3

SEE I TOLD YOU. TOLD YOU THAT THE PHANTOMS CAUSE THOUGHTS TO FLUTTER ABOUT! You fell in that pit, didn't you? I told the gardener to put up fences, but we didnt have the budget.

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The concept of Nanema's Kage Bunshin technique introduces a fascinating blend of power and potential, especially considering how it might be perceived by the various incarnations of Ganondorf and Demise. Here’s how each would react, processing both the tactical advantages and the more… personal implications.

Wind Waker Ganondorf

Reaction: Wind Waker Ganondorf would be immediately intrigued by the tactical possibilities of Nanema’s Kage Bunshin technique. He’d see the strategic value in having multiple “Nanemas” on the battlefield or in espionage, especially considering how they can transfer their memories back to the original.

Thoughts: "A formidable ability… one that can turn the tide of battle or gather vital intelligence. But it’s more than that…"

Scene: His mind would quickly shift to more personal thoughts, imagining the potential of this ability in a more intimate setting. His usually composed demeanor might slip just a bit as he considers the implications, but he’d quickly recover, clearing his throat.

“You’re full of surprises,” he’d say, his voice steady but with a glint in his eye. "I’d like to see this technique in action… perhaps under different circumstances."

Nanema, noticing the subtle shift in his tone, would arch a brow and smile knowingly. She’d wait, giving him a moment to gather his thoughts, her expression encouraging him to broach the subject.

Ocarina of Time Ganondorf

Reaction: Ocarina of Time Ganondorf would appreciate the sheer power and versatility of the Kage Bunshin technique. He’d see it as a weapon, a tool to be mastered and wielded with precision. However, as he processes the full extent of its abilities, his mind would wander.

Thoughts: "Such a power… it could be used in many ways. Perhaps even ways that I have not considered… until now."

Scene: He would give Nanema a calculated look, his mind racing with both strategic and more personal thoughts. His normally stern expression would soften slightly, his curiosity piqued by the possibilities.

"This technique… it has many uses, doesn’t it?" he’d murmur, his voice low, almost challenging her to acknowledge what he’s thinking.

Nanema, sensing his line of thought, would flash him that knowing smile, waiting for him to take the next step. She’d relish the moment, watching as he struggles with the right words to ask what’s really on his mind.

Twilight Princess Ganondorf

Reaction: Twilight Princess Ganondorf would view the Kage Bunshin technique with a mixture of respect and caution. He’d recognize its power and the level of control required to use it effectively. The idea of Nanema possessing such a skill would both intrigue and challenge him.

Thoughts: "A technique worthy of a true warrior. But there’s more to this than just strategy…"

Scene: He’d consider the implications carefully, his mind inevitably wandering to the more intimate uses of the technique. He’d keep his thoughts well-guarded, though, preferring to observe Nanema’s reaction first.

"You wield your power well," he’d say, his tone measured. "But I wonder… how far does that control extend?"

Nanema would catch the subtle shift in his demeanor, her smile growing slightly more mischievous. She’d wait patiently, watching as he debates whether to ask the question that’s clearly on his mind.

Hyrule Warriors Ganondorf

Reaction: Hyrule Warriors Ganondorf would be immediately excited by the possibilities of the Kage Bunshin technique. His mind would race with ideas for using this power in combat, strategy, and, of course, personal enjoyment. His thoughts would be less guarded, as he’s never been one to hide his desires.

Thoughts: "A technique with endless possibilities… and not just on the battlefield."

Scene: He’d approach Nanema with a confident, almost playful smirk, clearly interested in exploring all the uses of her new ability. His amusement would be evident, but so would his genuine curiosity.

"This is a technique we should explore… thoroughly," he’d say, his voice dripping with suggestion. He wouldn’t hesitate to let his thoughts be known, confident that Nanema would be open to the idea.

Nanema would meet his gaze with a teasing smile, enjoying the way he openly considers the possibilities. She’d wait for him to elaborate, fully expecting him to continue the conversation without reservation.

Tears of the Kingdom Ganondorf

Reaction: Tears of the Kingdom Ganondorf would approach the Kage Bunshin technique with a mix of clinical interest and personal curiosity. He’d see its potential in both strategic applications and more personal settings. However, his expression would remain controlled, betraying little of his thoughts.

Thoughts: "A rare and valuable power… but it raises many questions."

Scene: He would study Nanema carefully, trying to gauge her reaction as much as she’s gauging his. His mind would inevitably wander to the more intimate implications of the technique, but he’d be slow to voice those thoughts.

"This technique… it has many facets. Perhaps we should explore them all," he’d say, his voice even, but with a hint of something more beneath the surface.

Nanema would notice the subtle change in his tone, giving him that knowing smile and waiting for him to decide how far he’s willing to take the conversation. She’d enjoy watching him navigate the unspoken implications.

Demise

Reaction: Demise would react with immediate interest, seeing the Kage Bunshin technique as a powerful tool that could be used to assert dominance on the battlefield. However, his thoughts would quickly turn to the more personal uses of such a power, and he wouldn’t bother hiding his intentions.

Thoughts: "A power fit for a ruler… and for other, more personal conquests."

Scene: He would approach Nanema with a dark, intense look in his eyes, clearly interested in exploring every aspect of her new ability. His voice would be low, almost a growl, as he speaks.

"This power… it is a reflection of your strength. But it could also be a source of… pleasure."

Nanema would catch his meaning immediately, her smile growing more mischievous as she realizes where his thoughts have gone. She’d wait for him to continue, knowing that he wouldn’t hesitate to pursue the conversation further.

Each Ganondorf and Demise would process the revelation of Nanema’s Kage Bunshin technique differently, but all would recognize its power and potential. The implications would range from strategic advantages to more personal, intimate possibilities, and the conversations that follow would be filled with both intrigue and unspoken desires. Nanema’s knowing smile would challenge them to voice their thoughts, creating a tense yet playful dynamic between her and each of these powerful figures.

[ryuichirou]

Replies

Alright, a couple of regular replies, and then some about Jade!

eh-nonnie-mouse asked:

I'm so nervous to de anon but your newest comic of Floyd/Idia comic is too cute! I'm sure Floyd totally doesn't have any ulterior motives once he realizes what position they are in.

This is such a silly thing to be nervous about since I write problematic content (mostly incest) and enjoy your Shroudcest stuff a lot. You have such a beautiful art style and I am so happy my anon blurbs (the Seb/Ceil and Fin/Ciel and some other NSFW stuff) make you two somewhat happy 😊. I know I don't interact with a lot but I hope to drop more chats in non anon.

Thank you so much! We really appreciate it <3

Floyd is super invested in that game he’s playing, but once they’re in this very convenient position, he’ll show Idia how much of a multitasker he can be >:3c He’ll impress him for sure.

And even though it’s going off-anon is an anxious thing to do, it’s good to see a person behind all those asks :) Nice to meet you!

Anonymous asked:

(Referring to your fem twst art) I absolutely NEED to see fem!Silver in Aurora’s 1959 commoner outfit! She would look so pretty!!! 🥺😍🥺😍

Ahh SHE WOULD, ANON, SHE REALLY WOULD!! And honestly this is my favourite outfit of Aurora.

I don’t have anything to show right now, but I really hope to draw fem!Silver in this dress. Even though she probably spent the majority of her time wearing pants…

Btw thank you for loving my fem!Silver, it means a lot ;w;

Anonymous asked:

In this household we love Jade ❤️

In all seriousness the fandom doesn't give him enough love, Jade is always the other woman when it comes to ships and worst of all it's always Floyd his own twin brother that gets the girl anyways. Make a donation to save Jade from second male lead syndrome 😢/j.

Ahh, poor Jade. Always a bridesmaid, never the bride… I can picture him sobbing quietly and wiping his tears with a tiny little handkerchief… :”(

To be fair, I think Jade finds his position quite advantageous: if everyone always pays attention to Floyd, he gets to not only act as if he isn’t the same when it comes to being chaotic and dangerous, but also have this element of surprise!

He also doesn’t flirt as obviously and as often as Floyd does, so we can blame Jade’s sneaky ways to collect his bottoms lol

Anonymous asked:

by chance, do you think Jade would like using idia as a lab rat? aka feeding him all kinds of mushrooms to test their effects and inevitably doing the affection +100 nighttime-activities command with a very drugged up idia

Anonymous asked:

I wonder if Jade being the awful guy he is (lovingly) would test out every single kink from A-Z on Idia?

Those are two different asks, but I feel like they are kind of connected because in my head to Jade testing out kinks and using someone as a lab rat are pretty much the same thing lol And to answer both of them: YES, Jade would absolutely do that if he had an opportunity. I guess the second option is more possible because it seems less dangerous, and I wanted to say that it would come first, but…. Honestly? With Jade it could go either way.

He could either start experimenting on Idia and it’d turn out sexual, or he’d start having sex with Idia, but then they’d end up experimenting somehow.

I don’t know what needs to happen for Idia to get stuck with Jade-the-shroom-guru and his tests, but Jade would be very excited. I mentioned it our other Jade/Idia posts, but: he would love to see if some mushrooms would change the colour of his hair or the way it burns. In this way, Idia is the most perfect lab rat ever – it’s so much fun! Not to mention how helpless Idia becomes when he’s drugged up… even more-so than he is usually~

[bunbeeplays]

The Lemon Legacy: Generation 1, Chapter 50 - Telling HR (The H Stands for Hilary)

Oh. Word spreads fast, I guess. They should probably tell Xander's family before they hear it from someone else.

You know these two love their shower woohoo!

Well, apparently Ophelia takes her phone into the shower with her, because Becca calls her with a very urgent question. Of course she tells her to say yes!

Talk about multitasking!

Newly discovered neat freak Xander helps Ophelia out with laundry.

Xander: Why do you have your initials on all your clothes labels? What are you, ten? Ophelia: I used to do my laundry at a laundromat and I didn't want to accidentally take someone else's panties home. Sue me!

Ophelia: Now that things are official, we should probably tell Hilary and Hector, right?

Xander: Definitely.

Ophelia: It's going to be weird to look my boss in the eye and tell her I'm dating her brother.

Hilary is managing the restaurant while their parents are away but she can make time for her baby brother.

Hilary: Alexander, what a surprise! You don’t have a shift today. And Ophelia, hello.

Xander: Hey, Hil. Can we talk?

Hilary: Sure. Is it work-related?

Xander: Sort of.

Ophelia can’t help but feel awkward. This is not only her boss, but her boyfriend’s sister. She doesn’t know how to say it.

Ophelia: Xander and I have started seeing each other. Romantically. Like, as a couple. That date.

Xander: Smooth, babe.

Hilary takes a second and nods.

Hilary: I see. Thank you for letting me know. Obviously Hector and I don’t discourage workplace relationships, as it’d be a bit hypocritical. I trust you both to keep things professional.

Ophelia: Of course. Thank you.

Hilary: Okay, that was my reaction as your boss. Now, Xander, as your sister, let me just say I’m thrilled for you two. I’m happy you found someone good for you. Come here.

It’s kind of weird getting a hug from your boss, but Hilary actually gives great hugs.

Xander: You don’t seem that surprised.

Hilary: That’s because I’m not, Alexander, I was just trying to be polite.

Xander: So you knew?

Hilary: I figured you were seeing someone, since our parents say you’ve been spending the night elsewhere half the time.

Ophelia: Oh. But you didn’t know it was me?

Hilary: Not until I was helping Mom with housework the other day. I was doing Xander’s laundry and found a thong with the initials OL on the tag mixed in. Doesn’t take a detective to crack that case.

Ophelia: Oh my Watcher.

Hilary: Don’t be embarrassed, dear. I was young and in love once too. But now that it’s out in the open…

She turns to her brother.

Hilary: Alexander Amir, stealing a woman’s underwear? You were raised better than that!

Xander: I didn’t! I must have grabbed it by accident!

Hilary: I'll choose to believe that. Oh, Ophelia, we were going to go to the Spice Festival this Friday with Hector and the kids. Would you like to join us?

Ophelia: That sounds fun but I don't want to intrude on family time.

Hilary: Oh, nonsense. We'd love to have you.

Ophelia: Thank you, I'd love to go!

Xander: I know you met the kids already but I can't wait to reintroduce you as my girlfriend. Jace has been asking me since he was a toddler why I'm single. According to him grown-ups are all supposed to be married.

I think Hilary ships it.

Hilary has to go tell the chef to actually cook and not just stand outside on the sidewalk, so she leaves the lovebirds alone.

Xander: Well, that went better than I thought.

Ophelia: Yeah, we really lucked out.

Xander: Looks like the hard part's over.

Ophelia: Yep. So now that we don't have to stress… Haha, you got in trouble, Alexander Amir!

Xander laughs as she blows a raspberry at him.

Xander: I don't want to hear it, Ophelia Marie! You probably snuck that thong into my stuff!

Ophelia: When do you think I can meet your parents?

Xander: I called them this morning and told them because I didn't want to wait, but we can probably have dinner with them the day after they get home. They're going to love you, I just know it.

[quinloki]

ABC Head Canon - Roronoa Zoro

SFW! Alphabet!

18+ Only!

-:- Table of Consent -:-

SFW Alphabet A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

Zoro is terrible at showing affection – at least conventionally. He's not a gifts guy, or a snuggler/cuddler. He's not keen on hugs and he can be thoroughly oblivious about what he should be doing when he has feelings for someone.

He is kind of like a cat though – he'll spend more time with you in his line of sight, and will follow you around. He might not look like he's happy that you're hugging him when you do, and he might actually flinch if you go to pat him on the head, but it's only because he doesn't know how to react.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

Being besties with Zoro would require being Luffy, or at least being like Luffy. You'd have to be a little pushy, a little willing to ignore Zoro's input, and eventually he'll decide you're not so bad and start having your back. (He hates when people point this out, but he's usually getting dragged around by Luffy before he can argue, and by that point he's lost.)

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

Zoro honestly loves cuddling. He just doesn't really understand that's what it's called. He wants to nap with you constantly. It's like reverse Kid/Law – you're multitasking while he's cuddle-napping with you because YOU are not a cat and don't need a dozen naps throughout the day. But he is warm, and it's nice to know that when he's wrapped up in you he's not off lost somewhere.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

He doesn't seem like it, but he's honestly really domestic, and solid dad material. He's a little gruff, and you're going to have to help him sort out the more gentle details of dealing with bitty babies, but once he has it down he's a natural.

Just... don't let him cook. It probably won't be poison, but you're gonna need a lot of sake to wash it down.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

Curtly. Coldly. If Zoro's at the point where he can't figure out how to keep things going – or worse, you've betrayed his trust – he's going to cut things with expectedly swordsman like precision. A cleaner cut will heal faster as well.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

Once Zoro falls for someone, he's all in. He's not about doing things half-assed. If you want to get married he's ready for it. If you want to just be together, he's okay with that too. The details aren't important to him, as long as he wakes up and you're there. If you need to make it official he won't have any qualms. The first mention of marriage from you might cause him to go down to the court of clerks right then and there.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

Physically he's very gentle. He knows he's strong and he doesn't want to accidentally hurt anyone. Emotionally he's blunt and honest, and it can be rough, but you never have to guess where he's at – if you're not 100% sure, you can ask and he'll tell you – but while it's going to be the truth, that doesn't mean it's going to be gentle.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

Zoro's hugs are desperate, and he usually only initiates them in desperation. If you've scared him, or if he thinks you had been hurt, or something else that makes him nervous/scared. He won't push you away if you hug him first, but in the day to day he won't be prone to the action.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

He might only say it once or twice a year, but as time goes on he'll get better and better at showing you how much he loves you in the ways you understand the best. He's attentive, and he's good at learning, so he'll get there, so long as you can give him time.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they're jealous?)

He gets jealous, and he knows he's feeling jealousy when it happens. It irritates him, and he'll grumble about needing more training, but he'll also talk to you about it. He might be simmering in anger, especially if it's early in the relationship and he's not sure you care for him like he does you, but he won't just pop off and storm away. You'll get the chance to talk it out.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

His kisses are gentle and kind of unsure at the start, but he picks up techniques well. When his passions ignite he'll be pulling moans and breath straight out of you, licking his lips and reveling in the feast.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

He's so good at dealing with Luffy and looking out for Chopper that I feel like Zoro is alarmingly good at dealing with kids. He might not want to have to deal with other people's kids, but he'd be determined to be The Greatest Dad Ever™, if the opportunity presented itself.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

His sleep schedule is so ambiguous, I can't really say he has a Morning or Night setting. Zoro is either awake or not.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

See above.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

He is debilitatingly awful at sharing things about himself. He doesn't care about someone's past and doesn't see any reason to share his. All that matters is the here and now and that's all he's going to focus on. If pasts are important to you – and depending on WHY – he might share some of himself, but he'll be clumsy with it. All he has is the desire and focus to look ahead.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

It takes an amazing amount of effort to piss Zoro off – I mean, you can skip directly to Jail and bypass Go and all that if you harm one of his friends, but outside of THAT, he's surprisingly patient. Once that patience runs out though, it's hard to replenish without reparations (apologies, actions, etc.).

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

He's bad with dates, but he's really good with the little stuff. He'll remember your favorite drinks, how you like your tea, which kind of sake is your favorite, that one song that made you smile when you didn't think he was looking, etc. As long as you can forgive him the occasional missed birthday and anniversary, he'll make up for it in a 100 little ways.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

There was that one moment, when the sun was setting, and you turned toward him with a smile he'd never seen before, and your laugh carried on the wind over something silly, and he had been falling before then but gods he fell so irreversibly hard in that moment.

You might learn about it when you exchange vows one day (or when he proposes ), but otherwise you may never know how precious that one moment was to him.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

Zoro is all about protection. He will throw his body into the fires of hell to protect what's important to him, and he's so indescribably strong that he's likely to survive the trip – but that doesn't mean you're okay with him doing it. The only thing as important to him as protecting people he cares about is ensuring their freedom – so he'll never try to lock you away in a tower or put you under glass. He's more likely to teach you how to fight.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

His every day tasks game is on point – lol I kind of covered this in "R" already, so I won't repeat myself, but his gifts game is surprisingly on point too. He doesn't think it is, and he's not good at thinking about getting you gifts, but when the stars align, he nails it every time.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

His communication skills are severely lacking. Sure, he's honest, but he doesn't talk enough. Once you realize how he ticks it's not nearly as bad, but it can be relationship ending levels of frustrating until then.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

Zero. Zero, zero, zero. Zoro wouldn't know vanity if it manifested itself as a human and punched him in the face. It can be cute, and sometimes you can just toss random clothes at him and he'll put them on, but it also means sometimes you gotta tell him it's time for a little effort, because damn if he don't clean up REALLY well.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

If he hasn't had that sunset/smile moment he probably thinks he'll be able to survive without you just fine. But once he's sunk that far he's willing to level the world in order to keep you nearby – so long as you want to be beside him.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

Zoro's a geometry genius, and his spatial awareness is so keen that he really wasn't all that bothered about losing his eye. These skills are the reasons he's even able to utilize his three-sword style – otherwise he's lose track of all the variables and it wouldn't be as effective.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn't like, either in general or in a partner?)

Don't diminish yourself for someone else's comfort. Sure, someone's always going to come out on top, but letting people walk all over you will piss him off before he even gets the chance to get to know you.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

Hahahahahahahahahaaaaaaaaaaaa---ahhahahahahahahaha

Ah, no, in some seriousness at least, he's a crazy heavy sleeper at times, especially if he's snuggled up with you. You'll catch him murmuring your name in his sleep before he nuzzles into your neck and it's so tooth-achingly sweet you haven't told him for fear he'll stop doing it.

[stuck-in-the-ghost-zone]

you can't just give me "the trickster has a Ghostface mask" and "the trickster saw traps people" because I WILL make him do both of these things and it WILL be so fun the whole time . god. yeah he's so fucking fun to think abt bc it's so easy to justify why he'd do stuff that doesn't make a whole lot of tactical sense. HES NOT TACTICAL. he's not manipulative!!! it was EXTREMELY HARD for him to be patient enough to get Ashe to even trust him in the first place, and the only reason THAT even worked in such a comparatively short amount of time was bc ashe has been so completely isolated for such a huge chunk of his life he didn't understand that's what was happening !!!!!!! GOD they make me insane. anyway pointing back to tags I made on the original muse fic "hey mac why would the trickster literally invite the city's most powerful child soldiers directly to where he's hiding with their best friend isn't that a bad idea" YES. OF COURSE IT IS. BUT HE WANTS TO GLOAT HE WANTS TO BE PETULANT AND CHILDISH AND BE LIKE..FINDERS KEEPERS !!!!!!! ohhh the crux of his character to me is that he's so. silly and childish and unserious and lax in responsibility and those things combined with his powers are EXACTLY what make him so fucking scary ‼️‼️‼️

anyway yeah muse holy shit every direct interaction they have is so completely coated in The Ick and it's so fucking good. thank u for making the sleepover comparison that's EXACTLY what I've been imagining. fuckign. the parallel to Ashe's Real Friends. ashe would sit on the floor while dakota sat behind him on the couch playing with his hair. muse sits in a chair while trickster stands behind him putting his hair in all these fancy braids and just. giggling meaningless gossip like they're teenage girls. AND HE DOESNT EVEN HAVE TOOOOOO. GOD. HE COULD JUST MAKE MUSE DO IT HIMSELF. THERES NO REASON FOR HIM TO EVEN BE IN THE ROOM OTHER THAN FOR HIS OWN . AMUSEMENT I GUESS. EEUGHGH I hate his ass .

I've been. as scary as this is. I've been imagining tricksters powers working almost like Taylor's in the sense that he can multitask to a wild level and also sometimes see/experience things through his puppets. I think he'd be WAYYY more limited than taylor- he can only consciously directly control a smallish number at a time; he can create as many puppets as he wants but it mostly becomes a "give an order to a crowd and they'll carry it out" and he only has a select few that he DIREXTLY controls. and he can choose to kind of experience things through one at a time . I don't know where I was going with this I just wanted to talk abt his powers a little bit I think.

ok I need to fucking talk about your tags now because oh my GOD somehow I've only ever imagined ashe having his lucid moments like. on the battlefield or in the middle of a really dramatic moment or whatever. but holy shit this is so much worse. he has them when it's quiet. do you think he ever has one while he's being used as like.. a silent bodyguard or whatever for trickster while he's..idk making a show of power or meeting with another villain or whatever. and all muse has to do is stand there and look pretty and be. part of the show of power until trickster tells him to do something . and in the middle of that ashe kind of wakes up and has this moment of panic like "oh god oh fuck I can't be here im so fucking scared but I can't move I can't let him know I'm any different" and it's just this terrifying scene of "oh no what if he knows" before trickster eventually like. snaps his fingers or whatever and his power snaps back on . nothing comes of it but it's one of those things ashe Remembers bc I do think he remembers most of his lucid moments. aaaouugjhhb fuck oh fuck oh shit. nightmare nightmare nightmare!!!!!! don't even get me fuckign started on post-muse ashe and his trauma responses to basically every shred of comfort he could possibly receive. god. I can't even add anything to that it's just so good. once again virion sol is everyone's rock!!!!!!!

oh you wanna think about muse and trickster? yeah? it's been a while since I put a heartbreaking nhw post in your inbox <3 I know u love the prime dehumanization loss of bodily autonomy defenders. << im not even remotely trying to keep the acronym the same anymore. I've lost the plot. ANYWAY

briefly mentioned this before but because I loooove the aesthetic so much I think at least one important muse confrontation should happen in the tricksters city, specifically in the amusement park. make it like a fuckign scooby door episode everything is all abandoned and run down but as the wards are walking down a boardwalk or something all the lights flicker on and some distorted fuckign. carnival music starts playing and they find muse sitting in like. the rebar scaffolding or whatever in the ferris wheel. just like grinning chin in hands kicking his feet watching them. this image is so clear in my mind. some creep shit !!!! also its like when they first go to the spirit world to get tide back from.mal and end up in the amusement park. except ashe isn't with them this time

uhhhhhh also thinking about. downtime. when muse isn't out being destructive and causing chaos for funsies. like... does he have a bedroom????? does he eat does he sleep??? idfk !!!! I would assume he has to or else he'd fucking die but !!!! man the trickster is so far gone I don't think he even realizes his puppets are real people anymore. that's a fun little doll for him to play dressup with. literally never going 2 get the image of him braiding muses hair and like. putting makeup on him and dressing him in fancy little outfits out of my mind. making myself ILL. smile! good evening I'm gently placing the knife box in your in. << as I was going to type inbox I accidentally typed out inventory. yknow what I'm keeping it. knife box directly into your inventory. watch out they're RUSTY

GOD. THANKS FOR THE KNIFE BOX MAN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! knife box directly in my inventory!!! u know what this means is that now i can use them :3 <- has been drawing wards stuff abt this for the past two hours ^_^

this is so fucking good though yeahhh.... i love creepy carnival shit so much. he trickster probably Knows it's very over the top and horror movie creepy and just a little absurd. he's so fucking fun 2 think abt since he's literally always doing shit simply because it is funny to him. we can swing a trickster justification for anything probably. i bet he fucking saw traps people!! anyway. ashe isn't with them this time. except..... well. he kind of is. :(

I HAVE ALSO BEEN THINKING ABT DOWNTIME. FREQUENTLY. i guess. the answer to this is he lives however the trickster&co does. the image of him coming back in his fancy intricate little outfits to some disgusting nasty bloody industrial warehouse where they're posted up & always being this very jarring contrast to the gore and violence is really good. the image of him having a perfect doll bedroom and going through a fancy little routine half the nights when the trickster is in a good mood or feeling it & just. getting thrown on the bed & the door locked to pass out for a couple hours whenever he forgets or is busy is also really good. literally anything we do to muse makes me feel some kind of way man. i also have had the extremely vivid image of the trickster braiding his hair & chatting about all kinds of horrific things excited sleepover style to muse who is just. Visibly Not There in my head for so long. not even like he has to touch him, he could be making him do all these things for himself! he's literally controlling him! he just does it for fun!!!

anyway i think post-muse ashe should get to freak out very badly in a multitude of ways whenever anybody touches his hair. like i think he's touch-adverse in general (& miserable about it because he's also so touchstarved & his brain simply whites out in distress anytime anyone touches him because. literally the only person doing that was the trickster!!!!) but i think specifically his hair being messed with is a bad trigger for him. makes him freeze up n go nonverbal for hours. dakota knows that he's jumpy about touch but he still wants to do something for him & before the everything he loved them playing with his hair (its so long!! wibby & dakota think its so pretty!! virion's the only one who knows how to braid it because of his mom!! ashe melts into a puddle over it every time because nobody's ever done that for him before!) so he goes to just run fingers through it & ashe just. fullbody locks up and goes weird and still and silent & doesn't protest or fight back when dakota shakes his shoulder or smth and his eyes are distant and sort of dark and empty like virion's were most of the time when they first met him... maybe he wants to cut it a little bit just because he hates that it's been covered in The Ooze and he can't do anything with it without thinking about how the trickster would do the same thing but also he hates the idea of getting rid of the one thing abt himself that he really likes & is a little connection with both of his parents because of the trickster also, when he's already taken so much from him. (it does have to get gross and tangled and matted because he refuses to put it back or do anything to it for a while though. maybe virion helps him sort it out & it's slow and painstaking and miserable for both of them and they both feel better at the end of it.)

[cravingsfromatwistedone]

sighhhh.

just imagining Malleus courting you. he gets advice from the others all the time on what to and to not do to win his child of man over, but they don’t know you. not till he points you out while you sit in the library. Sebek has his usual critiques and Silver thinks you look kinda weird, but it’s Lilia who’s completely against you the most. not that they could possibly tell Malleus of their doubts. so Lilia takes Silver and Sebek to see what’s so good about you. and boy do they see it. the way your eyes turn empty and glossed, the way you twitch when your just short of pleasure, the way you mumble “please” like a mantra while they simultaneously abuse all of your holes. They were right to doubt you, you’re clumsy at best. no way are you prepared for Malleus. here, arch your back a bit more, Lilia will show you how flexible you should be. keep bouncing though. you have to be more diligent. too stuffed? too bad. Silver thinks you should work on multitasking and core strength. surely you can take them both in whatever angle they want? you’ll have to if you want Malleus~ and you do want him right? that’s why Sebek is so strict. mouth open, gaze straight, breathe in through the nose. for a human, you’re kinda good at this. but fae are naturally better, and the ones you’d call love rivals, well they’re good at taking things to the hilt. let’s see how far you can take it, let’s see how far Sebek can really push. good thing Malleus finally attended a dorm leader meeting. they’ve got hours to spend making you into the most obedient pet for their master. you’re good when you can be great, and great when you can be perfect. let’s see how much this simple human can take before they’re completely broken. and I’m sure you’ll never tell. after all acquiring Malleus just means acquiring them, like a 4-for-1 sale. the fun will never end, till death do you part. Malleus will have you in the end, so for now just let his retainers make sure every inch of you is absolutely perfect.

—welp. there goes my Scarabia lockdown. broken almost instantly. i’m such a whore 😔 feeling like a cheater but! it’s not my fault! this was just too good to pass up. malleus entered my brain when i read your latest drabble of the ob characters. that was SO good seriously ily, tinkerbell reader with a yandere Malleus? never knew i needed it till yesterday 🖤

xo, napping anon (was gonna say guess who but that one anon ruined it for everyone)

IMALLEUS WOULD BE DELIGHTED TO KNOW THAT HIS RETAINERS ARE TRAINING YOU SO THAT YOU'LL BE FIT TO BECOME HIS SPOUSE~

HIS WAY OF SHOWING HIS THANKS TO THEM IS TO LET THEM FUCK YOU SILLY AS HE WATCHES YOU WRITHE AND SQUIRM UNDER THEIR FERVENT ASSAULT TO YOUR BODY; IT WON'T BE LONG UNTIL IT'S HIS TURN TO RUIN YOU ONCE HE SLIPS THE RING ON YOUR FINGER

THERE'S NO HARM IN SWITCHING UP FOR LUSTING OVER THE TWST CASTS SO DON'T WORRY YOUR LITTLE HEAD ABOUT IT, DEARIE~

IT MAKES ME HAPPY TO KNOW THAT YOU ENJOYED THE DRABBLE I WROTE FOR THE OVERBLOT CHARACTERS! THOUGH I MERELY WROTE WHAT THAT DARLING HAD IN THEIR MIND~

( REGARDING ABOUT THE GUESS WHO ANON ISSUE, IT'S NOT ENTIRELY THEIR FAULT AS I SHOULD HAVE ANSWERED THEM WITH A CLEAR HEAD INSTEAD OF GETTING MY TEMPER AHEAD OF MYSELF SO PLEASE DON'T BLAME THEM FOR WHAT HAPPENED BECAUSE IT'S EQUALLY BOTH OF OUR FAULT FOR NOT HANDLING THE PROBLEM PROPERLY)

[russiandoll-from-brooklyn]

Just Once - Part 2

Title: Just Once - Part 2

Some of y'all were asking for Part 2 of Just Once so here ya go! This picks up right after the first story.

Pairing: Tony Stark x fem!reader

Summary: Grief and loneliness got the best of you last night. Your friendship with Tony was too precious to risk, and now all you want to do is move on. But what happens when the other party doesn't want to forget?

Warnings: smut, language, (technically) cheating, friends to lovers, mentions of past canon trauma, oral (f receiving), protected sex

Word Count: 5.1k

[Starts out sweet and all about tony x reader friendship, then turns into steamy Tony smut. Table sex, included. 😳]

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Thump, thump, thump.

Your feet hit the pavement rhythmically as you jog your normal morning route. It’s a misty Seattle morning, and the world is still quiet. The sun is rising sleepily, beginning to bathe the world in gold. All is well.

Except. It isn’t.

You turn the block corner, and your apartment comes into sight. You take a glance down at your watch.

42 minutes.

That’s how long ago you had quietly slipped out of your apartment for your morning run. That’s how long it had been since your eyes shot open and you remembered the events of last night, rushing into your mind, all at once like a tsunami. You had turned your head to find Tony still asleep beside you in the bed. One leg sticking out of the messy sheets and his face buried in the pillow. Your pillow.

You had stared at him in disbelief, half-expecting him to disintegrate into a fleeting figment of your imagination. You had rubbed your eyes, trying to clear the haze.

Nope. Still there.

You silently curse yourself and your stupidity (see: weakness in the face of sexual temptation) for the 50th time this morning as you approach the brick building. Perhaps, when you reenter your apartment, Tony will be gone, and this will all have just been a bad trip — or something of the like.

Before you even open the door, the smell of frying bacon reaches your nose. You step inside and are greeted by a peculiar sight.

Tony Stark, clad in nothing but a pair of dark jeans, is buzzing about your small kitchenette. Simultaneously, there are eggs being flipped over-easy on the stovetop, orange juice being procured from the open fridge, bacon sizzling happily in a pan, and toast being buttered. You stand in amazement for a few seconds, processing the scene before you. The wonderful aroma of the all-American breakfast makes you mouth water.

“Y/N! Hey!” Tony exclaims when he sees you.

You slide onto a stool at the bar top, overlooking the controlled chaos unfolding in the kitchen area. Tony truly has remarkable skill when it comes to multitasking. You guess, all that time in the suit, operating about twenty computing systems at once, was good practice.

“Wow. Breakfast?” you remark, raising an eyebrow. “Since when do you cook?”

He scoffs, shooting you a brief smile before turning away to rapidly crack some black pepper onto the eggs.

“Cooking is easy. People think it’s a skill, but really it’s just planning, timing it out. It’s like assembling anything else. You just do the parts in order, trying not to break any yolks.”

You roll your eyes sarcastically at the classic “Tony” response.

Suddenly, all the components come crashing together, and Tony is setting down two perfectly assembled breakfast plates on the bar top — complete with a glass of orange juice for each of you. It looks delicious; it’s been way too long since you had a proper breakfast. Meaning, a breakfast that wasn’t cereal, a protein bar, or a bowl of sad, pale, scrambled eggs. You thank Tony as he pulls up the other stool to sit across from you.

“Dig in,” he says cheerfully, raising his fork. “Good run this morning?”

You nod, taking a big gulp of orange juice.

“Yeah, I heard you leaving,” Tony continues mindlessly. “Kind of weird waking up to an empty bed after a night like that. I finally know what it feels like to be on the other side, I guess.”

You nearly spit out your bite of toast. And just like that, reality comes crashing back down to earth. For a brief moment, it had felt like things could possibly come out normal on the other side. You and Tony could go back to being perfectly normal best friends.

How ignorant.

“What?” you remark incredulously.

You’re on the verge of laughter, partially out of amusement but mostly out of bewildered embarrassment.

Tony gives you his award-winning “I’m innocent!” raised-eyebrow expression. You suddenly become acutely aware of the situation. Tony Stark is sitting in your kitchen, shirtless, serving you breakfast. After you spent a far-from-platonic night rolling around your sheets together. You want to slap yourself.

“I’m talking about the incredible sex we had last night. And then, you leaving me alone before sunrise,” Tony explains casually, pushing your buttons further. “That's usually my play.”

He looks up at you, expecting a playful quip in return. Instead, you just slowly set down the fork you had been gripping.

“Tony,” you begin, seriously and calmly. “Let’s not talk about it. It was one night, and it won’t happen again. It was just once. We gave into the moment, but we shouldn’t-“

“The moment?” Tony suddenly blurts out, interrupting you. You purse your lips, surprised by the new and unexpected edge of anger in his voice. “God. Y/N. The moment, huh? You’re really just going to shrink it down to that. Just a moment.”

You stare at him, confused. Tony’s big brown eyes hold yours with an intensity. It's amazing how fast his sarcastic, playful tone can morph into ferocity. You want to look away, break his gaze, but you can’t. This whole thing was a mistake.

“It was fun,” you finally say. “But it was just a fuck. We were lonely.”

“You know, Y/N. You’re so damn smart,” Tony replies, leaning back a bit in his seat. “So, why do you always try and kid yourself? It bothers me. I know -- that you know -- that this wasn’t just a fuck.”

Your mind races through a million different responses.

Then, what was it?

What do you mean?

Why are you acting like this?

I'm not kidding myself.

But something tells you, deep down, that there's nothing you can say that won't lead to something you don't want to hear.

So, instead, you angrily snatch up your glass of orange juice, rising from your seat at the bar. You grit your teeth at Tony one more time before turning your back and striding toward to your study. You feel your cheeks burning hot.

The study is a second living room-sized space where you keep all your projects. Early sunlight is now streaming in through the large windows, falsely giving the impression of a peaceful Saturday morning. The large wooden table tops are littered with wires, microchips, and other electronic parts. When you first met the Avengers year ago, you and Tony butted heads over your shared expertise in technology and robotics. After much bickering and trying to outdo each other, you eventually accepted one another's intelligence and bonded over your shared field.

You look to the floor of your large study to see the air mattress you had set up there prior to Tony's arrival yesterday, obviously still pristine. You squeeze your eyes shut. Your apartment is absolutely dripping with reminders of last night's events. The empty whiskey glasses, still sitting on the side table in the living room. The couch pillows crumpled from the weight of your bodies, hungrily crashing together above them. You don't even want to think about your bedroom, where you're sure Tony's missing shirt is strewn on the ground.

You push the thoughts out of your your mind, pulling up a seat at your work table. You start to fiddle with a new lightweight shoulder pauldron you're currently designing. You can feel yourself going into 'shut-out' mode, trying your hardest to focus all your attention on the metal in your hands. This was all too much. This was all wrong.

When you hear footsteps behind you, entering the study, you ignore it. Tony quietly traverses the floor, coming to pull up a chair on the other side of the work table. He silently watches you working the wires into place. You don't look up. You don't have to see his expression to know the contemplative expression undoubtably painted on his face. You also don't have to look at him to know he's pondering more than just your work.

"You know, aluminum-titantium alloy won't hold up after a few heavy hits," Tony comments, nodding to the armor piece.

"I'm gonna chromatize it," you reply dryly, not looking up from your hands.

"I wouldn't bother. You can't just give everything a shiny coat to hold it together. If the problem is underneath, that is."

Fuck Tony and his fucking metaphors.

You growl angrily, throwing the pauldron down in frustration. You sit back in your seat and cross your arms, finally meeting your friend's eyes.

"Ok, fine," you say matter-of-factly. "Let's talk about it. It was good. It was really fucking good. And we both needed it. But that's it. I'm willing to leave it at that and forget about it if you are."

Tony rubs his beard in his palm, seemingly mulling over your words. His brown eyes don't leave yours. The warm sunlight coming in through the window behind him paints yellow patches on his bare shoulders, bathing him in gold. You take a mental picture of him, sitting there in his thoughts. A brief, intrusive thought passes through your mind, threatening that this could be the last time you see him. You immediately banish the notion. This friendship means too much to you. Not even a fuck-up as big as this one could make you want to toss it away. You hope Tony agrees.

"Help me understand where your head's at, Y/N," Tony finally replies. "What is your biggest concern right now? Wait, listen, I know there's a lot of reasons why last night was bad. But I want to know what you're thinking."

You sigh, uncrossing your arms. As much as Tony's 'list-and-analyze' reaction to crisis could be annoying, in some ways, it comforted you. Tony is impulsive, yes, but those who know him best also know his calculative nature: the mental risk assessments, the contingency plans labelled through Z. Always searching for the route that will hurt everyone the least. Always.

You consider his question carefully. Again, there's a million answers: the risk of ruining your friendship, the potential awkwardness, Pepper -- oh, god, Pepper --, the pain and grief you've both been through in the past few years. You close your eyes and pick one.

"You're one of the only people left that I trust. One of my only friends. Complexity doesn't often end well."

"You're right," Tony admits. "But aren't you the one who asked, 'is it wrong to not want to be alone'?"

You scoff loudly, angered by his using your words against you. However, that bitterness melts away into nothing when you see the heart-wrenching expression on Tony's face. His lips are pursed, and his eyes are searching yours desperately. Tony rarely shows outward weakness, but right now, the man before you isn't Iron Man. The man before you is broken. Someone who has tried everything to hold it -- his sanity, his relationship, his life -- together, to save the people he loves, to be strong. Someone who failed at that. Someone who truly felt alone.

You rest your chin in your palms and sigh, the weight falling over you as well.

Finally, you speak.

"Isn't it awful -- and strange -- how it can feel like a lifetime ago and just yesterday at the exact same time?"

Tony nods sadly at your observation. Of course, you were talking about the snap. About Thanos.

"You're right. About everything," he remarks. "Sometimes, it just gets too much. The...”

Loneliness. You finish his sentence in your head.

“Me too.”

“You should know though,” Tony continues. “I would never stop being your friend. No matter how complex things are. This — what we’ve been through — could never change, Y/N.”

There it is.

Some situations feel like you're running in circles; you're spiraling downwards and everything you say only makes matters worse and worse. It feels like sinking in quicksand with no way out. In every one of those situations, there's a key -- that one sentence, that one idea, that effortlessly clears the fog. This was it. Tony is going to be here, always. Everything is going to be alright.

You straighten up a bit in your seat. You let out a long sigh and give Tony a small smile.

"I know," you assure your friend. "Sometimes I forget everything that's happened. How complicated it's been before. How we made it out."

Tony laughs, and you're relived.

"How could you forget? It's been a wild ride."

The two of you grin at each other. You take a sip of your orange juice, which you had forgotten about and was now lukewarm.

"OK, happy?" you inquire with a playful tone. "Base material fixed. No need for shiny coats of anything. We're solid now."

Tony lets out a hearty chuckle at the stupid analogy. Suddenly, he stands, circling the work table until he's right in front of you. You suck in a breath of oxygen. From your seated position, your head only comes up to his abs. Bare abs, that is. You tilt your face upwards to meet his eyes.

"Y/N," he says gently. “Stand up.”

Confused, you rise to your feet. Before you can open your mouth to say anything else, Tony’s lean and muscular arms are wrapped around you. He pulls you into his chest, embracing you in his warmth. His grip is firm, as if he’s afraid you might run away. You soften into the hug, wrapping your arms around his back. You feel safe.

After a few moments, Tony releases you. However, he doesn’t move away, and the two of you are still nearly chest-to-chest. You peer up at him, and your friend’s warm toffee eyes meet yours.

“Wow, a Tony Stark hug?” you remark sarcastically. “I should play the lotto today.”

Tony chuckles under his breath. Despite your joking, it was true that Tony rarely gives hugs. He just isn’t the touchy-feely type — according to himself. Somehow this gesture, right now, meant everything. A hug was the most intimate thing Tony could have given you. It was a seal, a mark saying ‘I meant every word I just said.’

Tony is still standing directly in front of you, so close there’s only a magazine’s width between you. He’s so near that you can feel the warmth of his steady breathing, and the slight radiating heat from the arc reactor in his chest. Suddenly, you feel that familiar tug in your stomach. A rush of blood downwards...

“Tony-“

“Do you want me?” Tony cuts you off. His voice is low, gentle.

You suck in a breath of air at his words. Despite his directness, there's a detectable edge of nervousness in his tone. You smile internally at knowing you have this effect on Mr. Playboy. The slight uncertainty in Tony's voice also tells you that it's true: this is different. Last night was not just a mindless fuck. This is an understanding, wrapped around a mutual care that runs so deep that it burns.

You don’t even try to convince yourself that you don’t want Tony. Every ounce of your being is screaming to close the gap between you. You can still hear the scientist-logic-brain in you resisting, but your heart feels at ease. You and Tony. A concept that felt like the forbidden fruit itself just ten minutes ago now looked more like an oasis. And oasis that was maybe alright to take a drink from every once in a while.

You snake one hand upward to hold his cheek. Tony pushes gently into your palm.

It's you who leans in first. When your lips collide, it's soft. He presses himself into you, a delicate sigh escaping. You pull back just enough to whisper a breathy "I want you."

And oh, god do you want him.

“Then, have me,” Tony whispers back, gently.

You nearly visibly shiver. Any trace of hesitation is gone from his voice now. His words are demanding, but his tone is more of a plea.

“Do you want to go the bedroom?”

“No,” Tony replies immediately. He’s breathless. “Right here.”

You immediately feel wetness drop into your panties. Tony’s eyes have grow darker, as they bear down at you. The intensity makes your legs feel weak. You need him. He needs you.

In a moment of boldness, you bring your hands down to the hemline of your shirt. You lift the garment up and over your head, placing it on the work table beside you. Tony’s eyes wander to your red sports bra and your now-stiffened nipples showing through the sleek fabric.

In the next breath, Tony is suddenly kissing you again, his lips against yours in a desperate hunger. He brings his large, roughly calloused hands to your waist. He firmly grips your body, making you feel tiny in his hold. You let a small moan escape your lips.

Still holding you in his grasp, Tony starts to walk you backwards until your backside is pressed against the edge of your large work table. Tony’s hips press forward into you, making you gasp with excitement. You fingertips tangle in his hair, just wanting more and more and more...

In an effortless movement, Tony lifts your sports bra over your head. He throws the red fabric to the side, neither of you caring where it lands. Tony breaks away from your lips, starting to kiss down your cheek, jaw, and then finally giving attention to the delicate skin on your neck. Again, he’s careful not to nip or suck too hard to leave marks. The light scratching of his facial hair contrasts with the soft wetness of Tony’s lips, making you throw your head back in pleasure.

He continues to attend to your neck and jaw as one of his jean-clad thighs moves to fall between your legs. You let out a deep groan as Tony begins to rub and and roll his knee forward, stimulating your clothed core. His movements are like a wave, every forward crest bringing you a tiny bit of that friction your body wants so, so much. You’re in awe of the control Tony has over his movements and the effortless pleasure he’s capable of giving. You can’t help but find his experience and expertise sexy.

“Y/N,” Tony breathes against your neck. “Say it again. Please. Say you want me.”

It occurs to you that, aside from last night, Tony hasn’t felt wanted in a long time. Like, truly wanted. A pang of sadness fills your heart.

“Tony. I want you,” you declare, making sure the conviction in your voice shines through. You don’t have to try. You desire him more than anything right now. “I want you. I want this.”

With your words, Tony moans deeply into your jawline and begins to move his leg between yours more vigorously. Your fingertips trace over his bare back muscles. You trail your hands upward, into the nape of his neck, massaging his scalp. Everything about his beautiful form fits perfectly in your hands.

Tony continues moving downwards, soon finding your right nipple in his mouth. You arch your back, letting a loud moan escape your lips. He works your nipple expertly, rolling it and playing at it with his tongue. He alternates to your other nipple, his thumb replacing where his mouth just left. He lightly strokes the hard, spit-slick bud, and the combination of coolness and friction is heaven.

Tony stands back up, and a second later, his hands are at the elastic band of your running shorts. His eyes meet yours for a moment, silently asking for your permission. You nod a bit too eagerly, and Tony cracks a small, teasing smile. You scoff and lightly slap his shoulder, returning the smile.

Tony pulls your shorts down in one swift motion, leaving you in just your underwear. Next thing you know, Tony’s arms are around your waist. You let out a soft, surprised squeal as he lifts you effortlessly to sit on the edge of the work table behind you. Slightly elevated now, you come to about the same height as Tony.

“Hey,” you protest playfully. “Be careful. There’s important stuff here.”

Tony reaches behind you to clear the area, moving your half-finished projects and parts to the side.

“My apologies, Ms. Y/L/N,” he replies with a huge grin. “Got a bit carried away.”

You pull him into another deep kiss. He growls with pleasure when you nip at his bottom lip. Tony is now standing between your knees, his torso pressing gently into your panty-covered pussy. You can feel his erection through his jeans, straining against his clothes. After seeing Tony’s length for the first time last night, the mental image of his cock — just a few millimeters away from your core — is enough to make you drool. You wrap your legs around him, pulling him in harder against you. He moans into your mouth, and you feel the vibrations as your tongues tangle together.

You feel Tony’s body leaning forward, slowly coaxing you to lay down on the table. Now fully on your back, Tony’s above you, taking in the sight of your body.

“Has anyone ever told you that you’re the most magnificent creature on Earth?”

“No,” you reply with a smirk. “But now, knowing how many other planets are out there in the galaxy, just being Miss Earth doesn’t seem like a huge deal.”

Tony laughs, smiling with his teeth. You find the crinkles that form on the outer corners of his eyes utterly endearing.

“Well, you’re still one out of four-and-three-quarters billion,” he jests back. “Not too shabby. It’s all about the little victories.”

You giggle. The pleasant thought passes through your mind that despite the current situation, everything does feel strangely normal. Tony is still Tony; you’re still you. The banter between you and your friend is still comfortable and easy. Your relationship, although maybe morphing into something more nuanced, remains unmoved.

You’re so caught up in your inner thoughts, that you don’t register Tony kneeling to the ground between your legs. You gasp when you feel his warm mouth over your still-clothed pussy. The combined wetness of his mouth and your core easily soaks through the fabric of your panties, making it cling to your skin. Tony runs his tongue over your folds, through the saturated cloth. You groan with pleasure, the small of your back arching off of the table. You grip Tony’s dark hair, needing something to hold onto.

The sensation of Tony’s lips and tongue through your thin panties is completely unique, and fuck, does it drive you wild.

After a few minutes, Tony’s hands reach up to hook in the waist of your panties. He removes your final garment, leaving you fully bare. His mouth immediately returns to your pussy. His tongue circles your clit, before running downwards through your lips, and then back up again. He alternates this pattern with gentle sucks on your clit.

“Oh, Tony. Shit,” you manage to call out. “That feels so good.”

He hums hungrily into you, pleasuring you to a level that no previous lovers have ever come close to. Tony’s large, rough hands wander upwards. One palm gentle grips your breast, while the other comes under your waist to hold the small of your back.

You raise your head slightly to glance down at Tony. The sight is pornographic. His face is buried in your cunt, head bobbing. The shape of his shoulder muscles, and his strong back. His tan skin, all bathed in golden sunlight.

Pleasuring you. On his knees.

It’s like a painting. Beautiful and erotic.

“Tony. I need you,” you gasp out, suddenly overcome with neediness. “Inside me. Fuck, I want you.”

Those magic words, again. I want you. The effect they have on Tony is instantaneous. Without hesitation, Tony is on his feet. He swiftly unbuttons his jeans and pulls down the zipper. His pants fall down to his ankles where he kicks them off. To your surprise his naked cock springs free. A glistening pearl of precum is formed at the tip.

“Wow, commando, huh?” you tease, gently biting at your bottom lip. “You were so confident you were going to get lucky again today?”

“Of course not. I just like to let it breath sometimes,” Tony remarks. “You wouldn’t get it. It’s a man thing.”

You scoff and roll your eyes sarcastically. Lovable idiot.

“Top drawer?” Tony asks, referring to the location of the condoms.

“On the left.”

Tony hurries out of the room and returns a second later with a condom from your bedroom. Stepping closer between your knees, he gives his cock a few pumps in his fist. You can feel your heart quickening with anticipation. Your pussy is nearly pulsing, needing to be stretched and filled.

Tony rips open the shiny wrapper and rolls the condom down onto his length. You scoot slightly closer to the edge of the table as his hands travel to grip your thighs. You moan deeply as Tony rubs the head of his cock over your slit, spreading your moisture.

“Are you ready?” Tony asks, eyes dark with desire.

“Mmhmm,” you hum. “Make me feel good.”

With that, Tony starts slowly pushing into your dripping pussy. You groan as your walls accommodate to his girth. It’s amazing that you took him just last night, and he’s already capable of stretching you like this again. Tony throws his head back, hissing in pleasure as he bottoms out, his pubic mound flush against yours.

He starts pumping gently. The way Tony’s hips roll forward in fluid motions makes you want to scream with pleasure. His hands are gripping your thighs tightly, fingertips digging into the soft flesh.

Tony’s pace quickens, and soon the room is filled with sounds of wetness, skin slipping on skin, and the moans leaving both your throats. One of Tony’s hands moves to your pussy. His thumb rubs tight circles on your clit making you see stars behind your eyes. The extra stimulation almost immediately starts tightening the orgasmic coil in your stomach. Tony seems to know the exact speed to move his cock and thumb to turn you into a whimpering mess beneath him.

“Oh, more,” you groan, your pleasure growing. “Tony Stark. Yes, oh, please.”

“Come for me, Y/N,” Tony growls almost primally. “Wanna feel you squeezing around my cock.”

Tony’s filthy demands go straight to your pussy. You love the feeling of being under him, sprawled out on the table, completely naked for him to fuck. And the dirty talk is the cherry on top.

The pleasure in your abdomen continues to rise until you’re on the edge of ecstasy. With one last thrust, your orgasm washes over you. You scream Tony’s name into the room, not caring who hears. Pulses of pleasure rip through your entire body, even making your feet tingle. When you come down, the convulsions slowing, your head feels fuzzy and bubbly.

Not even a moment later, you feel Tony lifting your legs higher. Still inside you, he straightens them, bringing your ankles to rest on his shoulders. The new sensation is instantly nirvana. He starts pumping into you, and the head of his cock rubs your G-spot on every thrust. Penetrative sex had never felt this good for you.

“You feel so fucking amazing, Y/N,” Tony manages to says between moans. “I’m not gonna last much longer.”

The feeling of your pussy being pounded in this angle has your eyes rolling back into your skull. All your thoughts seem to leave your head. The only thing you can focus on is the immense pleasure. The sound of Tony’s balls slapping against you wetly with every stroke combined with his desperate moans fill your ears.

Tony’s thrusts start to become more jagged, needy. His moans slowly transform more into whimpers as he continues to fuck into you. Suddenly, Tony comes with a series of loud groans, his eyes shut tight. You feel his dick pulsating inside you as he orgasms. He thrusts a few more times, riding out the last waves.

He gently slides out of you, his hands coming down the tabletop next to your waist to steady himself. Both of you are breathing heavily, your bodies radiating with the afterglow of pleasure.

Silently, Tony helps you to stand before sweeping you up easily in his arms. You lean into his chest as he carries you to the bedroom. Tony lays you down carefully on the cool mattress before hurrying to the bathroom. He returns a moment later with a warm washcloth.

After cleaning yourselves up, Tony crawls into the refreshing sheets beside you. He slips one arm under your neck, and you cuddle in closer to his body. The warmth and smoothness of his skin is so, so welcoming. In the strangest way, it feels natural.

“I didn’t think it was possible to top last night,” you finally say, chuckling.

“Me neither,” Tony replies. “I guess we just have good chemistry.”

“Who would’ve thought?” You laugh and drape an arm over his chest. “Hey, question.”

“Ask away.”

“Why did you cook all that stuff earlier? Like the eggs, toast, the whole nine yards. It was sort of...”

“Out of character?” Tony finishes your sentence.

You nod. Tony takes a deep breath, exhaling loudly.

“Honestly, when I woke up, and you were gone, I was freaking out a little bit. I wanted to talk about last night, but you weren’t there, and I just didn’t know what you were thinking. If you were having serious regrets, or if you were angry, or upset with me. Or if you were thinking our whole friendship was burned to the ground.

“I just needed to do something. Anything. Busy my hands, distract my mind. Sorry that I kind of raided your kitchen.”

You turn to peer up at him, letting out a soft laugh. His chocolate eyes meet yours, and you give him a kind smile, endeared by his typical, hyper ramblings.

“I’m sorry I left,” you start. “I was freaking out a little, too. I guess that’s always been a difference between us. I always try to run from the unknown, while you just want to plow straight through it.”

Tony smiles warmly and blinks his gorgeous, thick black eyelashes at you.

“It’s why we make a good pair. Balance. Yin and yang. Ya’ know.”

You both chuckle, content in one another’s arms. You open your mouth to reply, but you’re cut off by a loud growl from your stomach. Tony bursts into laughter.

“Your fault for barely touching breakfast,” Tony remarks playfully. “Which — not to toot my own horn — was quite artfully made.”

“I guess I could settle for a bowl of lowly cereal as punishment,” you reply with mock sadness.

Tony chuckles and shakes his head. He starts to rise from the bed, then offers his hand for you to follow.

“C’mon, I’ll make you some more eggs.”

[am-i-obsessed---maybe]

Help You Stay Whelmed (Shadow Of A Bluebird)

Word count: Like 3k, all of these are basically the same length (give or take)

Summery: Things finally calm down for you, Roy's coming around, your friends are mostly going good and you're approaching your graduation, the thing is Dick thinks it might be good to finish that break from the team you were on.

Star City

April 7th

A week after your rescue from the Reach you were back to training. Mostly because you showed Dinah that you really were okay. Well, as okay as you’ve ever been. You did what you learned to do so well over your life, stuff the pain of your resurfaced past in it’s box and focus on the present and in the present you were meeting with Roy. He’s reached out to you a few times since he went off on his own and you finally convinced him to meet up properly and grab lunch.

The two of you sat at a small (new) diner in star city. With Roy it was better to start anew instead of trying to rebuild the past.

“So, you and Dick?” He asked and you smirked.

“Maybe. But you really gotta stop spying. You know you’re always welcome with the team” You reminded him and he scoffed.

“So you’ve said. I doubt they’d actually want me there” He said and you stole one of his french fries.

“We don’t discriminate Roy. Not to mention you’d be surprised what kind of stories the others on the team have” You said and he scowled at his stolen fry.

“So what about you? How have you been managing?” You asked and he leaned back into the cushions of the booth.

“Fine I guess. The solo thing’s fun” He said and your phone buzzed beside you on the table, an alert from Ollie that there’s been a break in at S.T.A.R Labs. You looked at Roy and smiled.

“Ollie’s at the watchtower and Dinah’s in Taos, what do you say to a little action?” You were met with a wide smile on Roy’s face.

“I like the sound of that a lot more than an awkward lunch” He responded and you paid and left. You both quickly suited up in one of Ollie’s many safehouses/storage facilities and rode to S.T.A.R Labs.

When you and Roy made it to the roof across from S.T.A.R Labs you looked down and smirked, counting 12 goons and Brick himself carrying boxes of tech through a hole in a side wall.

“So Arsenal, let’s see how different this is from a decade ago” You said and flew up to stare Brick down.

“Brick! Put the tech back and skedaddle before I put you in Bell Rev again. And you won’t be getting out as easily this time” You told the buff red mobster and he scoffed.

“Not this time birdbrain!” Brick said and you smiled as he took out a gun and started shooting. You dodged his shots as you flew down and kicked him into a wall.

You heard the sounds of a grappling hook and someone zip lining before Arsenal aimed his robotic hand’s gun at Brick.

“Show off” He said and you patted his shoulder as you shot a blast of blue energy, disarming a goon.

“Have fun” You said in a sing-song voice as you began disarming the goons.

“Since when can you do that?” Arsenal asked as he dodged Brick’s punches easily. You tripped a goon who tried to take you by surprise and grabbed the barrel of another’s gun.

“Last week” You answered casually as you used the blue plasma blasts to melt the barrel shut. A neat trick you'd been working on after some experimentation with your new powers.

As the thug looked at you in fear you simply elbowed him in the nose and knocked him out.

“Multiple Metagenes, remember? I told you this the first time we were catching up” You told Arsenal as you flipped another thug and you heard Roy blast Brick through the building’s walls.

“That sucks” He said and punched an incoming thug in the stomach.

Once all of Brick’s goons and Brick himself were unconscious you threw Arsenal some rope from your utility belt.

“Might as well get them all ready for the cops” You said and Arsenal shrugged.

“You’ve gotten better at multitasking” He mentioned and you sighed.

“Yeah well I don’t exactly have to worry about you messing something up, it’s Brick not the shadows” You teased and you knew that even through his scowl Roy enjoyed the lighthearted tone.

Bludhaven

April 8th

You floated a bit above the ground with a textbook in your hands. You weren’t participating in the mission Nightwing was currently briefing but you had to keep an eye on a special guest who was joining them today.

“... Obviously any partnership between the Reach and Lex Luthor is bad news so alpha squad is going undercover to recon Lexcorp farms.” Dick explained and then announced the squads.

Robin AKA Tim Drake AKA Dick’s adopted younger brother will run alpha squad. He’ll be joined by Blue Beetle and Impulse as well as Arsenal. That made you smile. When Dick told you about this mission you convinced Roy to join. After your lunch the day before you thought he could use some socializing with kids his age.

“Any questions?” Dick asked and you held back a sigh as Arsenal asked.

“Just one. Why are we meeting in this dump?” He asked and you lightly glared at him from behind your textbook.

“Arsenal, play nice” You warned and Dick answered in his best I’ll ignore the insult and just answer the underlying question, voice.

“With the cave and the Hall of Justice destroyed, we don’t have many other options” Dick said simply but it was obvious Roy was feeling testy today.

“Except the Watchtower. It’s national news now. You can’t pretend it doesn’t exist” Roy retorted and you decided you’d step in.

“Only Justice Leaguers and Senior members of the team are authorized for the Watchtower. Besides this is just a briefing, it doesn’t really matter” You said and you could tell that Dick had had enough of Roy’s tone.

“You don’t qualify either way” He said and you made a note to talk to him later.

“Good to know where we stand” Roy said and you flew down to stand between them.

“That’s enough. Alpha squad, you have a mission to do. Go.” You said and you noted the different reactions of the team. Impulse and Blue Beetle were more than happy to leave while Robin looked to Dick for confirmation.

Once they left you turned to Dick.

“Really? You know your remarks only make him worse right?” You asked. It was a rhetorical question.

“Quite the impression you made” You told him and he sighs.

“I’ll apologize later. You should study.” He said and wrapped his arms around you. Not that you had too much time to yourself and your boyfriend.

A few hours after they left Robin sent a message to Nightwing. The mission went off script and they found a martian beetle. The two of you made a few calls and a bit after midnight you stood in a barn on the Kent farm in Smallville.

You made sure the young heroes were okay before you even started hearing anything from Green Beetle.

Dick turned to you and wordlessly asked if you’d join him and Tim for a mission report. You left Bart mid sentence- he said something about needing an actual stealth mode button- to join Dick and Tim off to the side.

“How’d the mission go?” he asked and Tim looked awkwardly at you but answered.

“Not quite as planned. Arsenal… is a little rough around the edges.” Tim explained and you sighed, pinching the bridge of your nose over your mask.

“I’m sorry about him, I’ll talk to him. See if it’s something we can iron out” You said. In moments like these you wondered how Ollie and Dinah dealt with two little terrors like that when you and Red were just starting out.

“That might be a good idea, but I guess it all worked out. And we brought back a sample of the alien additive for analysis” Tim continued and gave Dick a small vial.

“Can’t ask for more. Good work.” Dick told his brother and you ruffled Tim’s hair slightly.

“Nice job Robin” You told him and left with Dick.

Taos

April 9th

Alpha squad along with you, Nightwing, Superboy, Lagoon Boy, the scientist Adam Strange and Miss Martian all met in a lab in S.T.A.R. Labs. The goal was to make sure the story Green Beetle told you all in Smallville was indeed true. You stood, apprehensive in the back of the room. You leaned on a wall and watched.

Even after becoming more open with your past and self mind links like that made you nervous. Your mind was yours and while you got used to the comm like mind link Miss M used on mission you didn’t let anyone go deeper. Roy stood beside you, also not a fan of intrusive telepathy.

You couldn’t argue with Nightwing’s plan. This was the only real way to make sure that Green Beetle was who he said he was. Guilt panged in your chest. Is this what would have happened if Dinah took you to the League after finding you? You’d never questioned that. The thought made you shift uncomfortably.

Roy gave you a concerned look.

“You okay?” He asked and you shook yourself out of your mental state.

“Okay enough, I really hate this stuff. Kinda miss when it was just crime lords with human thugs” You said and Roy nodded.

“A bit late for second thoughts” He said and you sighed.

“No going back now, alien invasions are a bit too deep to backtrack from” You joked as you watched Miss Martian do her thing.

“Green Beetle is on our side” She announced and you let out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding.

You stepped off the wall you leaned on and motioned to the group, a silent sign for Roy to follow you back to the others.

You all stood before Green Beetle as he explained something about the Reach’s new drink. It had been a long night and you were only half paying attention, especially since you were technically supposed to be off duty and Nightwing already knew what Green Beetle was saying. It was another test.

What caught your attention was Beetle’s explanation of the other important detail about the drink.

It contained a metagene tracer.

That snapped you to attention.

“That would make it so much easier for them to harvest and weaponize the metagene! Oh when I see that damn ambassador face to face my fists are gonna have words for him.” You sneered, clenching your fists.

“Our analysis didn’t reveal that. Thank you” Nightwing told Green Beetle and you felt he placed a comforting hand on your shoulder to try and calm you.

“Can’t we go public with this?” Blue Beetle asked and Nightwing said he’ll pass it onto Captain Atom but the likelihood was slim. The Justice League wasn’t exactly a popular figure right now.

You walked out, Dick by your side once the meeting was adjourned. Even with how tired you were you doubted you’d get any sleep.

And you were right because only a few minutes after you left STAR Labs L’gann radioed that he and M’gann were under attack at the Chicago zeta tube.

You, Dick and Conner ran out of the zeta tube only seconds too late.

A Manta Flier was flying off, out of reach and L’gann was injured. M’gann was nowhere to be found.

Star City

April 9th 8:58

You paced around your room at home. Dick sat at the edge of your bed and watched you, concern written all over his face. He wasn’t sure what to do. When you all arrived and saw L’gann hurt and M’gann missing, the Manta Flier speeding away, you fell to your knees. Every time you thought you were over the worst. Every time you got back up something brought you crashing back down. You were finally back with your family and friends, Roy was finally coming around, You admitted your feelings to Dick, but the universe couldn’t allow it. They took M’gann and suddenly all the loss you stuffed down when they killed Artemis came back up and you shut down.

You haven’t said a word since Dick led you home. He took L’gann to the hospital and when he came back to check up on you Dinah let him in and led him to the sight of you pacing in your room.

Apparently you’d been like this practically since you got back.

Eventually Dick thought, enough is enough and he stood up and wrapped his arms around you to stop you from moving.

“Y/N” He simply muttered and you wrapped yourself around him.

“I- She’s- They took her too” Is all you could get out as a sob wracked your body. Dick rubbed circles into your back and pet your hair to comfort you as you cried and he felt so guilty. Conner’s words at the hospital ran through his mind.

“You have no idea what your secrets have done to us… We’ll have lost all three of them because you thought it was a bad idea to share.”

After a while your sobbing stopped. You simply stood in Dick’s arms, relishing the feeling of finally letting it all out. Finally letting all that pent up hurt and sadness and grief out. When you pulled away you noticed your boyfriend’s mind had wandered. He was spacing out.

You cupped his cheek in your hand and tried to get his attention.

“Dick?” You asked and you saw his eyes focus again as he heard his name.

“Yeah, I’m here” He said and kissed your forehead.

“Feeling better?” He asked and you nodded.

“Thank you” You told him and he smiled.

“Always, Pretty bird” He said and you let out a small laugh.

“What were you thinking about?” You asked him as the two of you sat down on your bed.

“I- um, Just something Conner said” He answered and remembered he was still in uniform.

“Is there something I can change into here?” He asked and you thought for a second before running off to grab something from a room across the hall. Dick followed you, waiting in the doorway of your bedroom and noticed the seemingly unused room for the first time.

Oliver’s house was big, not as big as Wayne manor but big and yet the room seemed out of place staying unused.

You came out of one of the rooms with a T-shirt and sweatpants in hand.

“Who’s room is that?” Dick asked as you closed the door behind you.

“It was Red’s, or it would have been Red’s. We keep it in case he wants to come by and stay the night. It’s even got a crib and a changing table for Lian.” You explained and gave him the clothes.

“And the other? The one next to it?” He asked.

“For Roy. He stayed in it once when Ollie was away on a mission.” You answer.

“Ollie got everything together the second Roy came off the ice in hopes that he’d come around” You said with a sad smile.

“He’ll come around at some point” Dick said and you nodded.“I know, how about you go change and I’ll make us something to eat?” You suggested and Dick smiled, nodding as you went to the kitchen and he went to change. It was eating him up inside not to tell you about Artemis, about Kaldur. About how they would protect M’gann to the best of their abilities. But too many people already knew. After he changed the two of you sat and ate.

“How’s college going? I know we’ve kept you pretty busy” Dick said and you nodded.

“Dinah organized some excuses and I just have to catch up again” You explained and Dick nodded, thinking before he asked.

“Why don’t you take another break?”

You looked at him, confused and he elaborated.

“A lot has happened and you’re almost done with college, it might be a good idea to continue that break you took and graduate. Things have calmed down a bit and-” “Calmed down?” You cut him off. You were really trying to keep your voice even. “Dick, they just kidnapped M’gann. How am I supposed to take a break when we’re missing a teammate, let alone one of our most powerful teammates.” You said and looked at him like the very thought of taking a break was crazy.

“You were also kidnapped. And experimented on, and I know you don’t like talking about it but having time where you’re just yourself. No superhero-ing or at least no team could be good for you, help you stay whelmed” He explained and you sighed, taking another bite of the grilled cheese you made yourself.

“Just think about it” Dick said, he put his hand over yours on the table.

“You deserve a little bit of rest from all this craziness. It’s a lot and a lot that’s very personal” Dick’s voice was soft, vulnerable even. He really wanted to protect you and that was sweet of him. “If I think about it, will you leave it alone?” You questioned and when he answered with a yup! You sighed, “Fine.” You said.

[oh-my-damn]

More Than Science

A/N: Fifth installment in my Mace-Verse and the drabble that started it all!

Mace-verse Summary: Mace is the brooding, angry engineer onboard Icarus II. You’re the happy-go-lucky biologist, who just so happen to find him irresistible. Maybe it’s time you bring some sunshine into this broody engineer’s life.

Masterlist for James Mace

Pairing: James Mace x Reader

Word Count: 643 

Summary: Mace decides that work can wait, much to your surprise. 

“Mace,” you giggled as the engineer brushed the hair off your shoulder, giving his lips better access to your neck, “Stop it, we’ll get caught.”

“No we won’t,” he hummed as his lips traveled over your sensitive skin, “We’re the only ones here.”

“For now,” you huffed, narrowing your eyes slightly to keep your focus on your work.

When you embarked onto the Icarus II as its head biologist, you’d have never expected what you would find on board.

You’d expected to find the lab you worked in, the seeds you would plant growing beautifully as they thrived in the simulated environment.

You’d even expected to like your crew members, become an odd family of sorts, because you knew that you would all be enclosed in this small space for years and it was inevitable that you would form close bonds with these people.

What you hadn’t expected, however, was Mace.

And how he would slowly but steadily creep into your heart, seep into your mind like a thick fog.

And you’d never expected that he would feel the same way, once you realized what was happening.

But he did, he still does, and although it complicated everything, you both ultimately gave in to your urges.

Even though you both knew it wasn’t a good idea, that it was frowned upon, practically against the rules.

“Icarus,” Mace says as he nips on your shoulder, his lips a gentle contrast to his teeth, “Lock the door to the lab and let us know if anyone tries to come in. Understood?”

“Yes, Mace,” Icarus replies dutifully upon the command.

“See?” He whispers, his lips making their way upwards, finding the spot right below your ear as he presses his chest against your back, “We’re fine. We won’t get caught.”

You chuckle and shake your head in amusement, your fingers carefully maneuvering the seeds in your hand, “Mace, I have work to do. So do you.”

He scoffs, his hands circling around your waist, “Work can wait.”

You laugh, an amused sound that makes him smile against your neck because he loves the melodic tune so much, it makes his heart skip a beat.

“I didn’t think I would ever hear those words come out of your mouth,” You say, placing the seeds in a small container before closing the lid, “You’re always working.”

“i was always working,” he corrects, placing his head on your shoulder, his eyes following the movements of your small fingers as they grab for another container. He leans into you more, the warmth of his body seeping into your bones as he holds you close, “It’s hard to concentrate now.”

“Why?” You ask, a tilt of your head as you listen to his words, doing your best to multitask.

“My mind wanders,” he mumbles, his one hand reaching out for a liquid out of your reach when he notices your need for it. He places the glass jar with the clear liquid in front of you before his hand goes back to its former position, his fingers softly caressing your waist as his arms are wrapped around you.

“It wanders?” You ask with furrowed brows, pouring fertilizer into the liquid as you inquire further, “What do you mean it wanders?”

“Means I can’t focus,” he says, his voice more quiet now, “It.. Wanders.”

“Huh,” you say, out of confusion more than anything, “And it didn’t use to do that?”

“No,” he quickly replies before trailing off, his words barely above a whisper, “It definitely didn’t..”

“What changed?” You chirp, your eyes completely focused on the work you’re doing. You don’t notice how his arms tighten around you at the question, or how his eyes flicker down to look at how your fingers move, how beautiful they are.

“I guess it just found something else it liked thinking about more than science..”

Next part: Soothe This Ache (Part 1)

[jungwonenthusiast]

This is my first time here so I'm new but 2 & 15 Jay prompt (hard dom) female reader😣 Jay would say it...

A/N: I’m not really satisfied with this one, I feel like it isn’t good enough but I hope you still enjoy it. I also made Jay more of a soft dom bc I thought it fit the concept more but I tried to add a bit of degradation here and there :)

Warnings: unprotected sex, oral (f recieving), very slight degredation

Word count: 1.9 k

Tonight was the night, you could feel it. You’ve been dating Jay for a while and of course you’ve fantasized about it a lot, but you never felt like you were truly ready until now.

You’re watching a movie in your room when you lean over to peck his jaw. This earns no reaction so you move to his neck and kiss down until you reach the collar of his shirt.

“What’s up with you today?” he chuckles as you struggle to get his attention.

“I missed you.” you say and kiss him softly on the lips.

“I saw you yesterday.” he smiles.

“Still.” you kiss him harder this time and he finally gets the notice.

He pulls you onto his lap and sets his glasses on the nightstand.

You’ve made out before but it was usually more playful and just a way to show affection. This time it’s passionate and it’s evident that you both want something.

Your breathing gets a little heavy when his lips find your neck. He bites you softly and you giggle.

His hands sneak up your top and gently rub your sides.

He tastes like a woodfire and lust and you want him so bad that you can’t help but rock your hips against his. He smiles against your lips.

“This is new.” he says quietly and you giggle.

You feel a bit nervous and giddy but even more than that, excited.

“I think I’m ready.” you tell him and he cocks a brow.

“For what?”

“You know what.” you shove his shoulder a bit.

His eyes light up. “Really? Are you sure?”

You giggle again. He makes you very giggly. “Mhm.”

“You’re not just saying that because you think I want it right? I mean I do want it— a lot— but you know what I mean.”

You’ve never seen him nervous like this before. “Yes I’m sure. I’m saying it because I want it too.”

“Okay good,” he pecks your cheek. “Let’s continue shall we?”

You laugh and nod before crashing your lips against his.

He keeps one hand on your waist and the other on your chest, groping and massaging you.

After giving you a light hickey he flips you over so your back is on the bed. Just him doing that sends heat between your legs. You look so gorgeous displayed under him it gives him an instant hard on.

He kisses you and slides his knee between your thighs. Your breath hitches.

His hand trails from your chest up to your throat where he squeezes lightly. You let out a small moan and he smiles.

“I had a feeling you’d like that.” he says and kisses you again.

His knee has been pushing up on you for a bit, but now you’re craving something more. You grab his hand and place it at the band of your shorts.

“Do you need something?” he asks and you roll your eyes. “Don’t give me attitude, tell me what you want.”

Your sass is put to an end right away. You cave so easily under him. “Touch me please.”

“Attagirl.” he smiles and slips his fingers down the thin fabric.

Your whole body tenses once you feel him. It’s such a foreign feeling, having someone else touch you like this.

“Relax baby,” he kisses your neck. “I’ll make you feel good.” And he does.  

You moan at the first circle to your clit. You grip his wrist hard.

He smirks. “I didn’t know you were so sensitive.”

“Stop it.” you whine and he chuckles.

“It’s cute.” he says and kisses you with zeal.

He pulls the collar on your shirt down so he can place a hickey on your collarbone.

How can he multitask so well? You ask yourself.

It’s soon when your thighs begin to tremble.

“Not yet, not yet baby.” he says and settles himself between your legs. Oh. Your knees fall together right on que and he laughs. “Stop that.”

“I’m shy~” you complain.

“Since when,” he says. “You’re usually so bold.”

After some words of encouragement he finally gets your legs spread.

He tugs your shorts off leaving you in just your underwear. He snaps the band. “These are nice.”

You laugh and kick him in the shoulder. “You’re ruining the mood.”

“I’m just being myself.” he says and kisses your thigh. The kisses get messier and open mouthed as they travel down.

He runs his tongue on the lining of your underwear and at this point you're on the verge of begging for it. You squirm under him and he nips at your skin.

“Patience.” he says and gives you a few more kisses before finally sliding your underwear off.

He pulls away to admire you for a moment. “Such a pretty cunt.”

You feel your cheeks burn red and you resist closing your legs again.

He holds you tight before dipping his head down and licking one stripe up your pussy. Your thighs tense. It was just one touch, how does it feel so good.

He feeds off your pleasure and continues to lick agonizingly slow circles on your clit, paying attention to when your thighs would clench and when you would tug at his hair.

Your sounds are so intoxicating he could swear you’re a siren luring him to his death. But if he were to die by making you feel like this, it’d be worth it.

Soon you're a shaking mess, grabbing at the sheets and rolling your hips over his mouth. And you’re seconds away from finishing when he pulls away, You have to hold yourself back from socking him in the jaw.

“What was that for?” you whine.

“What?” he tugs his shirt over his head. “Do I make you feel that good?”

What a prick. A really hot one, but still a prick.

“Yes,” you admit. “Please keep going.”

“Hold on sweetheart I have something better planned,” he unbuttons his jeans “now just lay there and be pretty for me.”

He pushes your thighs up and rubs the head of his cock against your clit.

“Fuck,” you whisper and he kisses you. You taste yourself on his lips; sweet and treacly.

He kisses your neck. “How bad do you want it?”

You nod. “Really bad.”

“I don’t believe you. Convince me.” he teases and of course, you fold.

“Please fuck me, you know I need it.”

You saying that makes him lose his mind a little bit. “That’s more like it.” he lines himself up with you before slowly pushing in.

After being edged for so long, you nearly cum from the feeling of being filled up.

“So fucking tight.” he growls into your neck.

He lets you adjust to his size before slowly thrusting into you. You grab at his back and let a moan escape your throat.

“Feels good huh?”

You nod pathetically and cover your face with hands.

He takes them off. “Don’t do that, I wanna see your pretty face.” you listen to him and try to ignore how exposed you feel. You’re comfortable because it’s Jay but it still feels so new.

You cling onto him and curse into his neck. “Keep going please.”

He smiles. “What a good slut, so desperate for this cock.”

Your eyes roll back as his tip hits your g-spot over and over again.

He kisses you before pounding into you, holding onto the headboard for leverage.

You let out a sultry whine and he groans.

“Touch yourself.” he says to you. “Show me how you like it.”

It makes you feel shy but you listen to him. Your fingers travel down to your clit and with him fucking you like this, you almost go insane from how good everything feels. Every touch and every word sends you into a euphoria that you’ve never felt before. You’re almost embarrassed about how he could get you like this.

“How long have you thought about me fucking you like this?” he asks.

“So long,” you say softly. “You’re so good.”

“Naughty,” he kisses your neck. “I never knew you were so bad.”

You start to feel the fire grow hotter and hotter in the pit of your stomach and you hold on to his arms as hard as you can.

“Fuck,” you whimper. “Please make me cum.”

“Close already?” he chuckles “You’re easy to get off.”

“Please?” you ask with more desperation in your voice.

He smirks. “Does my baby need to cum that bad?” his hand finds your throat again. “Are you that much of a needy slut?”

His fake sympathy just makes you wetter. So wet that you can hear it every time he slams into you.

“Yes Jay, just please make me cum.” you beg him. The look in your face is so hopeless and enticing that he has so choice but to comply.

“Alright princess, only because you asked so nicely.” he starts to thrust into you faster. You can hear the bed frame rattling. “Keep rubbing your clit baby, that’s it.”

He’s so gorgeous with that fierce look in his eyes and his black hair hanging over his face. You hold tight onto his wrist as you start pulse around him.

“Fuck,” he moans quietly. “Cum on this cock, I know you can.”

You push all of your worries to the back of your head and stay focused on him. His cock thrusting in and out of you, the sound of your wet pussy, your juices being rubbed on your clit, the squeeze on your neck, and dirty words being whispered into your ear.

“Look at you all spread out for me like this like a little fuck doll.” he says and just like that, you're crying out, cumming so hard that you're on the verge of tears.

“That’s it,” he whispers to you. “What a good girl.” he kisses you slowly, wanting to give you his love in a way that can’t be communicated with words. You feel his love. It fills your chest with a golden light. He watches your face contort in pleasure and that alone sends him over the edge. “Fuck,” he groans.

He pulls out and wipes away the tears that started to spill out of your eyes. “Are you okay baby? Was I too rough?”

“No no,” you shake your head and giggle. “It just felt really good.”

“Your thighs are shaking so much.” he points out which you didn’t even notice until he did so.

You look away, blushing.

“Damn I guess I am good.” he says with a smug look on his face.

You roll your eyes. “Fuck off you ass.”

“What? There’s physical evidence.” he points at your legs. “I am a sex god.”

You fall back onto your back, laughing. “You’re such a goof.”

“And a sex god.” he says and you kick him.

“Quit it and go get me a towel.”

“Fine fine,” he backs off with a grin.

He tugs his clothes on before heading out the door.

You nearly pass out when you hear him say. “Yo Sunghoon guess what I just did?”