#i think they were poly with a like bank robber

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i sometimes still think about that one couple ngl the lanza half brother and his wife she like shoved a knife down his dick because he was a pedo i wonder where they are now

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mojave, mo’problems (m)

summary: throughout your life, you’d been told that a life of crime was the loneliest of all. now, however, your boyfriends, johnny and jaehyun, a pair of bank robbers, and you, their getaway driver, beg to differ.

pairing: seo johnny x jeong jaehyun x fem reader

genre: SMUT, fluff, minor angst, found family, criminals!au

warnings: poly relationship, language, guns, mentions of cops (acab!!!), armed robbery, mentioned physical, mental and emotional abuse, reader, johnny and jaehyun are from broken homes, mentioned alcohol abuse, overuse of pet names :’), unprotected sex (dont be silly wrap ur willy!!), JAEHYUN HAS NIPPLE PIERCINGS, minor daddy kink? its used like,, once, dirty talk, threesome, boyxboy, soft dom johnny switch jaehyun, sub reader, hair pulling, slight overstimulation, orgasm denial, spitroasting, praise kink, size kink, mentions of double penetration, blowjobs, cunnilingus, general filth

song recs: stevie nicks & don henley - leather & lace ♡ nct 127 - fly away with me ♡ lana del rey - national anthem ♡ triple h - retro future

word count: 9.4k

a/n: this was originally uploaded to my old writing blog on july 22nd, 2020. there were a few things in the original a/n that i wanted to keep. one, due to how multicultural los angeles is, i imagine the reader being latina or bipoc, but i make no mention of skin color!! two, i blame the w korea johnjae photoshoot for this. the room they were shooting in and the hawaiian shirts totally gave me desert motel vibes. and finally, pls stay safe, wash ur hands, and pls keep urself informed on current issues with resources like this carrd. <3

Burbank, Los Angeles, California, 12:22 PM

“You both remember the plan, right?"

"Yeah, John.”

“Oh my god, Johnny, we went over the plan seven times last night and twice on the way here. We know what to do.”

Johnny huffed, staring pointedly at you before rolling his eyes.

“…Fine. We’ll take less than fifteen minutes, okay? You know what to do, smart girl."

You looked at Johnny, who was sitting shotgun next to you, as his hand came up to touch the back of your head, gaze warm.

"Be careful,” You said, eyes moving to the rearview mirror, where you met Jaehyun’s eyes, “Both of you.”

Jaehyun nodded, his hand coming up to cover Johnny’s. “We will be. You be careful too, baby.”

You mirrored his action, nodding, and watched as they got out of the car to walk one block down to the bank. You watched them until they disappeared from sight, drumming your fingers on the steering wheel to calm your nerves. You were grateful Johnny had chosen this quiet, relatively empty street to wait on, avoiding calling attention to yourself.

Even after two years of doing this, it still made you nervous to wait for their signal to drive up to the front with your face mask on. One of the two burner phones you’d acquired a week prior was burning a hole in your pocket, the other tucked safely into Jaehyun’s.

You let out a deep breath, letting your eyes close for a moment, briefly thinking back to the first time you’d met them. You were nineteen, Jaehyun was twenty-one, and Johnny twenty-three.

Downtown, Los Angeles, California 3:48 AM

Two years ago, you had been working a shitty job at an old 50s style diner in the more dangerous side of LA to scrounge up enough money to run away from a less-than-ideal home life. The only noise of the diner, coming from the old jukebox in the corner crooning out some old Stevie Nicks song, was broken up by two tall, handsome men entering and sitting at a booth from across each other. You were immediately wary of them. They were obviously trying not to draw attention to themselves, but it was a bit difficult with their statures and hunched backs, leaning close to each other and whispering in rushed tones.

Still, after gathering your pen and notepad, and grabbing a pair of menus, you approached the table, doing your best to put on a customer service smile despite your feet aching and head pounding from your exhaustion.

“Welcome to Ernie’s. Can I get you boys anything?” You asked quietly, setting down the menus on the table. The two men exchanged glances, before the taller one spoke.

“For now, two black coffees would be great—”

“Actually, can I get a burger with some fries?”

Your eyes darted to the shorter one, who was sporting a small, friendly smile as he fiddled with the menu.

You nodded, pulling out the notepad to write down the order. “Do you still want both coffees, or…?”

“Uhh, sure. Why not, we could use the caffeine.” He chuckled softly, and your smile got bigger at the pleasant noise. Even through the early morning hour daze, you could pick up on his charm from miles away.

“Sure thing, I can bring you guys the coffee right now, but your burger and fries might take a little bit. Anything else I can get you?”

The taller man on your left gazed up at you with wide brown eyes rimmed with dark circles underneath, totally devoid of any emotion. “We’re good, thanks.”

As you approached the kitchen window to hand the cook the order, you were able to pick up on a few not so subtle murmurs.

“Why are you in such a good mood, Jaehyun? It’s three in the morning, Yuta bailed on us and the shipment is coming in four days and we don’t even have half of a plan.”

Pouring the coffee as quietly as you could, you strained your ears to listen. Maybe if you hadn’t been so exhausted, you wouldn’t have eavesdropped, but you’d been working since 10 PM. Your head hurt, your feet ached, and you were in the mood for some entertainment, and now your curiosity had been piqued.

“Babe, calm down. I told you I have another guy who could work as our getaway driver—”

“I wouldn’t get into another car with Yangyang behind the wheel if I were covered in full fucking body armor. And I’m sure as hell not letting him be our getaway driver!” As you set the old white mugs on your serving tray, your breath hitched at his agitated whisper.

Getaway driver?

“We’re robbing a bank for Christ’s sake, Jae, not playing bumper cars.”

As you turned to face the two from behind the counter, they immediately tensed. You pretended not to have heard anything, flashing them an innocent smile as you cautiously set the mugs down on the table.

“You’re lucky I made a new pot a half hour ago! Not too hot, but not super cold either.”

The man on the right, who you now knew was named Jaehyun, had tried his best to put on his first smile, but it wasn’t working too well. It looked slightly too forced, too tight-lipped to be believable. “Thank you…” He said through somewhat gritted teeth, briefly glancing at your nametag, “…Y/N.”

“You’re very welcome,” You replied, tempted to know what would happen if you added on his name since you’d only heard it while eavesdropping, but quickly decided against it.

“If you need anything else, don’t be afraid to let me know.”

You quickly headed back to the counter, pretending to mind your business as you wiped down the counter. They murmured to each other about needing a fast driver, and the taller, stricter man, who you soon learned was named Johnny, was grumbling about needing someone able to drive as fast as this Yuta guy or even faster.

You remained silent, but all too pensive over the tempting ideas popping into your head upon hearing about their predicament.

All too soon, Jaehyun’s food was ready, and you brought it over, an innocent smile plastered once more over your face as you set it down, but said nothing when you straightened yourself. Unmoving, you met Jaehyun’s eyes. His dark eyes looked slightly alarmed, gaze darting between yours and Johnny’s.

“You know,” You hummed, after taking a deep breath, “For two people planning a crime, you’re both incredibly stupid. You do realize I heard basically everything, right?”

The two men stiffened again, momentarily panicking as they locked eyes, but that quickly melted into confusion when you giggled at their reactions.

“That being said, you’re also both incredibly lucky that Doug, the cook, is a ‘Nam veteran who can’t hear out of his left ear, and that I am a very fast driver who is in desperate need of some good cash.”

Johnny’s eyes were unreadable. “You. A waitress. A fast driver.” His teeth were gritted, and his tone agitated.

“I hate to toot my own horn,” You sighed sarcastically, unsure where your sudden confidence was coming from, “But I know what I’m talking about. I grew up around cars. Both of my parents are mechanics. I practically grew up in their garage. I have some older cousins who drag race on the weekends and taught me how to. I drove my first car when I was like, twelve.”

“What if we say no?” Jaehyun asked, eyes now void of any friendliness, “What then?”

You held up your phone, which had been hiding in your apron pocket, 911 already dialed. You saw Johnny swallow when he saw the numbers, Adam’s apple bobbing as he did so. You felt a surge of power rush to your head, having caught the scarier of the two men now looking like a deer in headlights.

“All I need to do is call. I’m sure the cops would be thrilled to take a look at all the weapons you say you have in your trunk. I want in. You either do this with me or not at all, assholes.”

The two stared at each other for what seemed like an eternity. They seemed to be having an entire conversation with just their eyes. You tried your best to hide the shaking in your knees and the tremble in your fingers, to ignore the fact that this could easily backfire. If they were considering robbing a bank, they were automatically dangerous. One of them could easily have a gun with them here, and they could very easily pull it out and use it to hurt you or Doug.

Finally, Johnny sighed. He didn’t look very happy, but there was a glint in Jaehyun’s eyes that gave you catharsis.

“Alright, sweetheart,” Johnny said in a cold voice, “Let’s talk business.”

Everything had spiraled from there. You took them for a drive around the city to show them just how fast you could be, they opened themselves up to you being their third musketeer. The first time you robbed a bank, they were there to comfort you after you panicked at the idea of living on the run.

Eventually, you found out about their relationship as lovers, and they found out why you were so willing to drop everything and run away with two strangers, among other things. The story of how you drove your first car at twelve because your alcoholic parents were too wasted to drive to the grocery store, how you were cautious to hide the scars of cigarette burns along your inner forearm. After that, they opened up to you as well.

Why Jaehyun ran away from a promising life studying pre-med at an Ivy League University where expectations were eternally piled onto his shoulders, like Atlas holding up the sky. Why Johnny left suburban Chicago behind for LA at sixteen, tired of the monotony of a normal life where everything in his life had to look perfect, everywhere except behind the curtains of his house because his parents couldn’t stand him being attracted to both women and men, since it wasn’t befitting of the perfect family they so desired to be.

Somewhere along the lines, your strange business relationship of robbing banks and splitting the money equally three ways blossomed into something just as strange, but even better, something you’d never expected. You found yourself falling in love with the both of them, growing into the loving family you’d always wanted but of which you’d always been deprived. They both became fiercely protective of you, and after months of them calling you love, baby, sweetheart, princess, they finally asked you to become a permanent part of their relationship, and you accepted.

You expected so many things to happen in your life, but never to fall in love like this. And it was better than anything you could have asked for. They kept you safe and reminded you that you were worthy of love, something you hadn’t felt growing up.

The sudden vibrating of the burner in your pocket snapped you out of your reverie, and you quickly pulled on the black ski mask over your face before you started the car, not hesitating to speed towards the bank. You could hear police cars in the distance, and you took a deep breath as you rolled up to the front door, where the boys were currently exiting, bags full and guns out.

Your chest swelled with a strange sense of pride as they bolted into the car, shouting at you to drive.

Outrunning the police was a challenge, as always, but you were always faster, despite the fact that the boys had to keep telling you to wiggle your fingers since they were so stiff on the wheel and the last thing you needed was for your hands to cramp up now. Sure, you damaged the car a bit, but you could care less. This wasn’t actually your car. This was the car you’d hotwired almost a week ago, the real getaway car was hiding in a rather empty parking building, which you managed to enter and exit without much difficulty, now riding in a blue station wagon rather than the red Pontiac you’d driven to the bank. You all pulled off your masks, Jaehyun laying down to hide himself from the view of the window behind you.

Soon enough, you were out of Los Angeles, driving east towards the state line, and Jaehyun settled into the back seat. You drove for hours, the mood in the car finally having settled into an excited one a few minutes after leaving LA.

“How much did you guys manage to pull out of them?” You asked with a grin, and Johnny and Jaehyun shared a look, something that they always did.

“Baby girl, we managed to get 900,000 dollars from ‘em, we got ‘em good.” God, if you weren’t driving, you would have kissed Johnny then and there. Instead, you shrieked, “Nine hundred thousand!? That’s the biggest amount we’ve pulled yet!”

Jaehyun leaned forward, resting his chin on the front seat as Johnny looked back at him, pressing a soft kiss to the younger’s lips. “We’re celebrating big time, tonight,” Johnny declared once he pulled away from Jaehyun’s lips, much to Jaehyun’s dismay.

“How much longer till we get there?” Jaehyun asked, deep voice rumbling with satisfaction, mostly undeterred from Johnny’s teasing.

You glanced at the clock built into the dashboard, green lights blinking 4:18 PM. “I could get us there in two hours, but I don’t wanna draw attention by speeding. I’d much rather get to the motel at around eight.”

“Take your time, baby girl,” Jaehyun told you, leaning over even further to press a warm kiss to your temple, and your fingers stiffened on the wheel once more, “Whatever you feel works best.”

“Not too long, though,” Johnny added, “I don’t wanna piss myself before we get there.”

Both you and Jaehyun processed what he said, and immediately burst out laughing afterwards.

Yeah, these were the idiots you fell in love with.

The desert seemed endless, nothing in sight for miles but arid dirt and plants along the road. Somewhere along the road, as the sun began to set in the distance, Jaehyun pulled out his real phone from one of his suitcases in the back of the car, playing soft rock for the three of you to listen to as day turned to night, and the lampposts on the side of the road turned on.

There were far and few towns in between the vast expanse of desert, and because of that the stars shone bright in the limitless sky. When you saw the first flash of the moon up above, a song Jaehyun had put on had just ended, and a familiar Stevie Nicks song started playing afterwards. You smiled to yourself, humming along to the soft, tinkling melody.

Lovers forever, face to face                         

My city, your mountains

Stay with me, stay

I need you to love me

I need you today

Give to me, your leather

Take from me, my lace…

Eventually, after an eternity, you passed the sign you’d been so looking forward to seeing.

Welcome to Verona, Nevada

Population: 1,239

The motel wasn’t that hard to find, as it was just off of the highway. Johnny signed in in under 10 minutes, and you settled into the room on the second floor as quickly as you were allowed. The room smelled like mothballs and the carpet looked like it had once been a deep forest green, but was now a dark brown.

Yes, it was disgusting, but this was necessary to lay low for a while. Posing as three friends on a road trip crashing in a dingy motel for the night was generally the ploy. Next morning you would be out on the road again, driving further away from LA, then after a few days, you would finally return back to your shared apartment.

The three of you carried in the suitcases where the bags had been hidden in, and while you were stretching your legs and Jaehyun was showering, Johnny ordered three large pizzas using the phone on the nightstand.  

You lay down on the large, lumpy mattress a few minutes later, grabbing the remote and turning on the small, ancient TV across the room. The bed was lower than what the average bed was for some reason, and you suspected that the frame had broken at some point, and that the motel either didn’t know or didn’t care.

Regardless of how the mattress felt, your eyes started to droop despite flicking through the channels. You could feel your mind start to relax as you let go of your driver mindset, releasing pent up tension and alertness. Johnny turned to face the TV, sparing you a glance with his eyebrows raised.

“The news?”

“You know it, big boy."

He stalked over to where you were and plopped himself down to sit next to you, not hesitating to pull you into his lap. You smiled as he wrapped his hands around your waist, large hands spanning across your skin easily. The TV, now stuck on a channel showing some melodramatic Mexican telenovela, seemed to fade into the background.

"You did so well, today, baby,” He murmured, pressing a kiss to your shoulder, “We all did really good.”

You smiled softly at his gentleness, hands meeting his on your waist, before turning your head enough to meet his gaze, nose brushing against his. His big, brown eyes were hooded, whether from tiredness or admiration of your features, you weren’t sure, but you gave it no further thought once he pressed his lips to yours.

His lips were slightly chapped, and you made a mental note to nag him later to drink more water. One of his hands came to brush some hair out of your face, and you became hyper-aware of each of his movements.

“Hmm, Johnny…"

"Shh, baby girl, let me kiss you a little bit more.”

When his lips came back to yours, his movements became more aggressive, pushing his tongue into your mouth as his grip on your waist tightened. Your breath hitched as you sucked on his tongue, whining softly against his mouth.

“Fuck,” you heard Jaehyun groan from the other side of the room, and Johnny pulled away before you could protest. Your eyes cracked open, hooded eyes finding Jaehyun bathed in warm light from the bathroom. His hair was still kind of damp and he hadn’t bothered buttoning his shirt up.

“Hey, gorgeous,” Johnny greeted, and you bit your lip at the teasing lilt in his tone, “Care to join us?"

"I was gonna wait until after dinner,” Jaehyun said, setting his towel on one of the chairs in the room, “But if you insist…”

“Jae,” You called, voice soft, “Come here, pretty boy.”

Jaehyun smiled as he approached you, standing right in front of you and Johnny, who had now started pressing kisses against your neck. “You want a kiss, princess?”

You nodded as best you could with Johnny sucking on your neck, pouting up at Jaehyun, who in return leaned down and grasped your face before pulling you into a kiss. He tasted like the watermelon bubblegum he always carried around in his pocket. One of your hands came up to comb through his wet, brown hair, nails scratching against his scalp, and he groaned quietly against your lips.

“You’re both so hot,” Johnny murmured against your ear, and you whined at his deep voice, both you and Jaehyun pulling away to look at him, the two of you evidently affected by what he was saying.

To say Johnny was the leader of your relationship was a bit of an understatement. Johnny was the mastermind behind most of your heists, and commanded a presence over both you and Jaehyun, wherever you were. Where Johnny went, you and Jaehyun followed with few objections, trailing behind him like ducklings. Johnny, in return, accepted his more dominant role easily, and did his best to take care of you both.

Sometimes, you wondered if your upbringings influenced the dynamics of your relationship. Maybe Johnny was  eager to dominate the both of you because he was raised under strict, controlling parents dictating his every move and treating him as their little puppet. Jaehyun submitting to Johnny, but not to you, out of the need to please as a kid who had been emotionally neglected but forced to live up to his family’s expectations. And you, submitting to both of them because you were forced to take care of yourself and your parents from a young age when it should have been the other way around.

The moment was broken by a knock at the door, the three of you immediately tensing up. “It’s just the pizza guy,” Jaehyun whispered in reassurance, taking a deep breath, but it didn’t do much to calm your nerves.

“Jae,” Johnny said, nodding toward him, looking alert, “Look through the peephole first. Wait for me.”

Jaehyun nodded, standing slowly. You were taking deep breaths in an attempt to keep yourself calm, but the possibilities of it being anyone but the pizza guy were causing your heart to beat into overdrive. LA police. Nevada police. State troopers. The FBI. Those weird Hungarian guys Jaehyun pissed off a few months ago. Suddenly it was all of them, waiting to burst into the room and take your family away from you.  

Johnny set you down on the bed, flashing you a soft look before pulling the back of his button up to reveal a gun hiding in the waistband of his pants, putting a hand on the grip, just in case. You stood, watching as Jaehyun slowly approached the door to look through the peephole, his eyes dark and eyebrows furrowed, heart pounding in your chest. He shut one eye, looking through the small hole in the door, before allowing his shoulders to slump a moment later, and giving you both a thumbs up.

Coast clear.

You sighed in relief, sitting back down on the bed as Jaehyun stepped away from the door. Johnny handed Jaehyun his gun, pulling out his wallet from the pocket of his pants, and swung open the door, beginning a casual discussion with the delivery man as he pulled some money out of his wallet, before grabbing the pizzas and telling the guy to keep the change.

He closed the door, waiting a few seconds before sighing in relief as well and slumping against it.

“Jesus fuck, that’s one way to kill a boner,” He muttered, looking up as Jaehyun set down the gun on the nightstand.

“Y/N, you should have seen your face,” The younger man said while he stifled a laugh, coming closer to wrap his arms around you, and you huffed.

“Fuck off,” You told him, rejecting his embrace, and pouted, “I was genuinely about to piss myself.”

Jaehyun laughed again, and you retaliated by punching him in the arm, but not too hard, but he still grabbed your hand and pulled you towards Johnny, who had since set the pizzas down on the desk and locked the door again. He opened a box and grabbed a slice, and your spat with Jaehyun was forgotten, especially after having been on the road for over eight hours without stopping to eat.

Jaehyun grabbed another slice, eagerly taking a large bite before his eyes turned to the TV, which was still playing the Mexican telenovela. He raised an eyebrow after a few moments.

“Why are we watching Pasión de Gavilanes?” He asked, reading the name of the show as it cut to a commercial break.

“I was looking for the news,” You replied, giving Johnny a sideways glance, “But someone had other ideas.”

Johnny shrugged, already on his second slice of pizza. “You didn’t seem to mind,” He said after swallowing his food, eyes alight with mischief. You rolled your eyes, but didn’t deny him, and watched as he walked back to the bed, where the remote lay abandoned. He began switching through the channels until he finally stumbled upon the nine o’clock news report on a random channel, and the three of you quietly made your way towards the bed, all three of you waiting for the exact same thing.

And when it came, it was amazing. You were the main story, the breaking news of the armed robbery that had occurred in one of the safest parts of the city.

The three of you huddled together, occasionally getting up to pick up more slices of pizza, all relishing in having your egos stroked as the reporters all went over the details of the heist, how, when the police searched the getaway car (which had been mysteriously abandoned), no trace of any of the thieves were found, that any and all fingerprints didn’t match with any already registered in the LAPD’s database.

“The FBI has already involved itself in the investigation, believing this is the work of the same perpetrators as the Municipal Bank of Santa Monica six months ago, where two assailants…” The female reporter faded into the background, and you nodded to yourself, finishing your pizza happily. You peeked over at Jaehyun, who had a smug look on his face, satisfaction evident. You looked back to the TV as the scene changed, ignoring Johnny as he shifted next to you.

“We have no way  to identify the perpetrators,” A representative for the FBI explained, “All we know is that the suspects are two males, both taller than six feet, and a female of unknown stature. All are believed to be between early and mid 20s.”

You zoned out for the rest of the report, content at both the fullness in your stomach and the lack of evidence the police had against you, before feeling Johnny shift next to you again. You furrowed your eyebrows, turning your head to look at him, only to raise your eyebrows as you realized what was going on.

Your eyes looked down to Johnny’s hand, which had drifted to between Jaehyun’s legs. Jaehyun was slumped against Johnny’s side, panting quietly as Johnny’s hand groped him roughly. Johnny’s gaze met yours, dark eyes twinkling.

“And to think he told us off for not being able to wait,” He murmured, and Jaehyun hummed at the deep roll of his voice. “Come on, princess. Help me make him feel good.”

You nodded, knowing better than to disobey Johnny when he got like this. You lowered yourself to your knees, crawling towards Jaehyun. Johnny moved again, this time sitting behind Jaehyun so he could begin to unbutton Jaehyun’s shirt. You placed yourself in between Jaehyun’s legs, hands coming up to touch the tent in his white shorts.

“I’ve been wanting to do this all night,” You sighed, reaching to unzip his pants. Jaehyun looked down at you, face flushed, but eyes still burning with lust. “That desperate, baby?”

“For you two, always,” You answered quietly, pulling his pants down as he wiggled his hips. Johnny slid the button up down the younger man’s arms, leaving Jaehyun in black boxers. You glanced at Johnny, who was kissing the back of Jaehyun’s neck, big hands sliding up and down Jaehyun’s toned torso, purposely avoiding the metal studs embedded in Jaehyun’s nipples, something you knew Jaehyun loved for Johnny to play with. You bit your lip, not missing  the fact that Johnny was rocking his hips steadily against Jaehyun’s.

You eyed the bulge in Jaehyun’s boxers hungrily, feeling your core heat up at the thought of what was to come, before pulling down the garment and freeing Jaehyun’s dick. He hummed at the feeling, and you didn’t hesitate to wrap a hand around it.

Jaehyun’s head fell back, breath hitching as you pressed a kiss to his tip, and Johnny chose that moment to tug on the piercings. “Fuck, John,” He muttered, eyes squeezing shut.

“Don’t be mean, pretty boy,” Johnny cooed, fingers flicking the nubs incessantly, “Y/N’s helping you out too, don’t ignore her.”

“Y-Y/N—Shit, baby, nngh…”

You smiled at his whine, before taking his tip into your mouth, Jaehyun’s hips instinctually moving to thrust into your mouth. Your hand moved to stroke what you couldn’t fit into your mouth, listening to Johnny whisper filth into Jaehyun’s ear, not letting up his fingers, despite Jaehyun’s squirming.

His pretty face was flushed, letting out soft moans as Johnny tugged on the metal and pressed open mouthed kisses against his neck. You closed your eyes, focusing on hollowing your cheeks and making him feel good. He hissed when he hit the back of your throat, and your eyes opened as you forced yourself not to gag. Drool was pooling in your mouth, threatening to spill down your chin.

“She’s so pretty like this, John…” Jaehyun’s voice sounded breathless as his hands wound into your hair, keeping it out of your face. Your eyes screwed shut, whining quietly at his praise.

"She’s fucking gorgeous when she’s sucking cock,” Johnny growled against Jaehyun’s neck, voice guttural and dangerous, “And she loves it. Isn’t that right, princess?”

Jaehyun’s hand tightened against your scalp, trying to pull you off of his cock. “Give him an answer, baby girl.”

You pulled away from him, hand still gripping his shaft, still pumping slowly. You gasped for air, and the spit that had been gathering in your mouth spilled onto your chin, and they both groaned in unison at the sight. “I love it, John,” You murmured, meeting his dark stare. “Baby, you’re both so big, you both stretch me out so good.”

Jaehyun groaned again, and Johnny hummed, pressing a kiss to Jaehyun’s temple before he stood from the bed. He pulled you up on top of the bed with them, pulling you into his lap. You wrapped your legs around his waist, smiling to yourself as you felt something hard poking at your core. “Jae,” Johnny hummed, and Jaehyun shuffled over to meet you both.

“Spit in her mouth,” Johnny ordered quietly, and you whimpered in delight. Jaehyun looked at you with mischief in his eyes, before grabbing your chin. Your mouth fell open without need for an order, and he pressed his nose against yours. Then he opened his mouth, and you moaned when his spit fell onto your tongue.

“Don’t swallow yet, princess.” Johnny’s voice was deep, dark, and you knew he was thoroughly enjoying watching the both of you. You kept your mouth open, as one of his hands came to hold the back of your neck, drawing him closer to you. He pressed a kiss to the corner of your mouth, before opening his mouth and spitting in yours as well.

His eyes never left yours the entire time, nearly black with desire. His face was flushed, and the hand on your neck was hot.

“Swallow,” He growled against your mouth, and you couldn’t bring yourself to disobey. When you opened your mouth to show him how good you were being, he groaned and pressed his lips against yours in a bruising kiss. Your hands busied themselves unbuttoning his shirt, while his hands groped your ass, forcing you to grind against him. You moaned his name, and his tongue found itself into your mouth, taking the lead of the wet, messy kiss.

Your mind was quickly hazing up at the feeling of Johnny’s clothed cock rubbing against you through your denim shorts, but you still picked up on the sounds of skin against skin and panting coming from your left. You pulled away from Johnny’s lips to look towards Jaehyun. Johnny took this chance to tug your shirt off, leaving you in a plain purple bra. Your breath caught in your throat when your eyes fell to Jaehyun’s hands, Johnny’s lips trailing down to the skin of your collarbones.

Jaehyun had one hand stroking himself at a steady pace, the other wrapped around the base of his cock, as if he were trying to stave off an incoming orgasm. He was watching the both of you with eyes darker than the Mojave desert in the middle of the night.

“Jae,” You whined, breathless against Johnny’s frame, “C’mere and kiss me, baby.”

“Yeah?” Jae answered, just as breathless as you, quirking an eyebrow up, “You want me, needy baby?”

You nodded in response, one hand reaching out to him. He leaned forward again, and your eyes fluttered shut as his lips landed against yours.

Jaehyun’s kisses were so different from Johnny’s. Jaehyun was gentler, but he didn’t need to tease you by letting you dominate the kiss and then taking over. No, Jaehyun dominated the kiss from the beginning, plump lips sliding against yours, hands leaving his cock to caress your sides, brushing over Johnny’s hands very briefly. Then, they moved to your back, unclipping your bra and discarding it somewhere on the bed.

He pulled away from your lips, and Johnny, who had been sucking a purple mark into your shoulder, did the same. You noted that all of your chests were heaving. Johnny’s hands were still moving your hips against his, and the pleasure left your mind reeling.

“You close, princess?” Jaehyun asked, and you shook your head. “N-not yet, but… s-soon.”

“Look at how pretty our baby girl is, Jaehyun,” Johnny murmured,  dark eyes glittering in adoration as he watched your hips speed up of their own accord, rutting against him like a mindless animal. Jaehyun hummed in agreement, leaning his head against Johnny’s shoulder. Your head tipped back, unable to handle both of them looking at you, looking through you, as you fell apart on Johnny’s lap.

“You’re so perfect, Y/N. So good for us, baby girl.”

By now, the fabric of your shorts and your panties against your core were starting to feel uncomfortable, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care. You were so lost in hazy pleasure, head swimming with nothing but thoughts of your two lovers. Your hands linked around Johnny’s neck, trying to find something to tether yourself to the mortal world, because you were certain that if you didn’t, you would float off into space, never to be seen again.

“Ah, f-fuck,” You said, “L-love you both so much…”

Jaehyun’s hand caressed your neck, before coming to caress your cheek. He moved your head as well, forcing you to meet his eyes. His eyes were warm, clouded with desire. Your gaze flickered between his face and Johnny’s, and you whined again. They were watching you wordlessly, in a way that made you feel safe, loved, needed, and even though it’d been about a year and a half since they started looking at you like that, it never failed to make your head spin in love and arousal.  

Johnny let loose a lazy smile at your words, hips bucking against your own. “We love you too, princess. You’re so sweet, do you wanna come soon?”

You nodded desperately, opening your mouth to answer but moaning instead when Johnny pressed you down even more against his cock. They both laughed at your noise, and you just had to laugh along with them.

The laughter died down a few moments later, and you felt yourself dangling over the edge. You just needed one little push, and a little push is what you got when Jaehyun turned his face to Johnny, and the older man met him for a kiss. Johnny growled against Jaehyun’s lips, biting down on his lower lip, and Jaehyun’s hand ran through Johnny’s hair, now sweaty and damp.

The sight of your lovers making out in front of you tipped you over the edge. Your eyes screwing shut, their names and profanities spilling from your mouth, moaning as the pleasure started in your hands and feet, before spreading up your arms and legs and taking over your body. Your hips didn’t stop moving, seemingly having a mind of your own, trying to draw out your orgasm as you clenched around nothing. All too soon, the sensation washed away, leaving you pliant and breathless in Johnny’s arms.

Your eyes opened to find that they hadn’t exactly broken away. They’d stopped kissing to pay attention to you, but they were still close enough for each other’s lips to remain against their own. When they finally separated, a small trail of spit connected their lower lips.

“That was so hot,” Johnny groaned, pressing your head against his chest, which was now bare, somehow. Jaehyun must have slipped off his shirt at some point without you noticing, you concluded in your frazzled state of mind. You closed your eyes as you allowed your breathing to return to normal, vaguely aware of your boys kissing each other a bit more.

“How are you doing, princess?” Jaehyun said once you had calmed down, no longer panting. His hand was caressing your side up and down, almost as if he was comforting you. You straightened your posture to look up at him and Johnny, giving them a soft, sleepy smile. Johnny’s big hands squeezed your hips as he spoke. “You wanna stop, or do you wanna keep going?”

You nodded, brushing away a damp strand of hair that was in your face. “I still haven’t gotten fucked by either of you,” You mumbled, “What makes you think I’m stopping before that happens?”

The pair exchanged a dark glance, wicked smiles gracing their faces before looking back at you.

“Clothes off,” Jaehyun ordered, “Now.”

You moved off of Johnny, legs wobbling slightly, to lay down next to them. You popped the button on your shorts and pulled down the zipper, watching as Jaehyun undressed Johnny, doing the same with his shorts as he kissed down the older man’s neck. You were left in now ruined cotton panties, the drenched fabric clinging to your folds in an awkward way. Your eyes turned to the pair in front of you as Jaehyun pulled down Johnny’s boxers, leaving him naked as well. They faced you, and Johnny grabbed you by the ankle, dragging you towards them with a soft smile on his face. You laughed quietly, the noise dying when Jaehyun grabbed your other leg as well and parted them, before lying in between them, face inches away from your core.

“John, baby,” He said, craning his neck to stare at him, “Can I…?”

“Go ahead, pretty boy,” Johnny replied, as he lay next to you, “Y/N made you feel good earlier, and we need to get her ready for us, right? You can return the favor, can’t you?”

Jaehyun nodded, and Johnny raised an eyebrow as he moved to lie next to you. “Words, baby boy.”

Jaehyun gulped, hands resting on your hips. “Yes, John.”

His hands reached for your panties, his eyes meeting yours as he pressed a kiss to your thigh. Your hand brushed some sandy brown hair out of his eyes, and you hummed as you watched him pull down the last piece of clothing, discarding it. “Jae,” You mumbled, “You’re so pretty, baby.”

Jaehyun smiled, the tips of his ears turning red. It had taken you a few weeks for you to put it together when you started dating, but you eventually figured out that Jaehyun loved getting praised. Anytime you or Johnny said something about how good or handsome he was, how nice he made either of you feel, he’d turn to putty in your hands.

He grabbed your thighs, pulling them over his shoulders, his face close to where you needed him most but did nothing. He was riling you up, you knew he was. He loved to do this, loved to wait how long he could wait before making you beg. “Babe,” You murmured, “Jae, please don’t tease me.”

His eyes twinkled with something you couldn’t read as he pressed another kiss to your thigh, big, rough hands gripping your hips possessively. “You beg so nicely, princess. How could I refuse?”

He lowered his mouth to your hole, and your eyes squeezed shut, hissing out at the sensitivity. Johnny pressed a kiss to your forehead. The hand that wasn’t tugging on Jaehyun’s hair shot out to grasp Johnny’s forearm. Johnny responded by grabbing your hand and guiding it to his cock, and you obeyed his silent command by wrapping your hand around him, pumping him slowly.

You could hear his breathing right next to your ear, combined with the wet sounds Jaehyun was making as he mouthed along your slit. You weren’t sure what to focus on, letting out a high keen as Jaehyun slid a finger inside of you, his mouth coming up to suckle on your clit.

“Ah, Jaehyun, baby,” You whined, hips trying to move, but being stopped by Jaehyun’s other hand, “F-feels so good.”

Jaehyun hummed against your clit, the vibration causing you to squirm even further, crying out his name. Already you could feel the familiar sensation in your lower stomach again, forcing you to focus on Jaehyun’s mouth, alternating between sucking your clit and flicking it with the tip of your tongue.

“You like how he’s making you feel, baby girl?” Johnny asked a few moments later, and you nodded as he pressed his forehead against your temple to whisper into your ear. “You like the way he’s being a good boy and eating your pussy like he’s starving?”

You nodded again, whining even louder when Jaehyun added a second finger. Johnny’s hand rose to your breast, teasing your nipple as your head fell back, hand falling into a sloppy rhythm against Johnny’s cock. He pinched harshly, and you tried to move away from his grip, but he wouldn’t let you. “Neither of you seem to want to use your words today, huh? Come on, princess, tell Jaehyun how much you like it.”

You opened your mouth, trying to speak, but shrieking when Jaehyun’s fingers began to thrust into you at a rapid pace. Your hips were bucking wildly against Jaehyun’s mouth and fingers now, despite his best efforts to hold you down.

“J-Jae, fuck, fuck, fuck… Ah, your fingers are s-so big… They’re fucking me so good, I-I’m so sensitive, I don’t think I can h-hold on much longer…”

“Aw, already?” Jaehyun teased from between your legs, fingers not letting up as he slowed down their pace, “It’s only been a few minutes.”

“Jaehyun,” You whined, grasp tightening on his hair, “I’m gonna come, p-please…”

“No.”

Your eyes shot open to glare at Johnny, breathing heavily as Jaehyun removed his fingers from your aching core, and your hand stopped its movement against Johnny’s dick. “Why not?” You whined, and Johnny sat up, propping himself against the faded maroon headboard of the bed.

“Because you’re not cumming again until both of us have.” His tone was stern, leaving no room for argument. His gaze, however, was warm. “Now, what’s gonna happen is this: you’re gonna get on your hands and knees, and pretty boy over there is gonna fuck you from behind, and you’re gonna let me fuck your face. Can you two do that for me?”

He was giving both you and Jaehyun the chance to drop it now, disguised under the illusion of a command. But you didn’t want to stop. You rarely did when it came to your boyfriends.

“Yes, John,” You and Jaehyun answered at the same time, looking at him. Johnny grinned, patting his thighs with both hands.

“Come here, Y/N. Hands and knees, like I said.”

You crawled over to him, eyes not leaving Johnny’s face. His dark eyes followed yours, face covered with a light sheen of sweat, hair brushed back to reveal his forehead. You leaned forward when you got to the spot where he ordered you to be, pressing a kiss to his jawline. Your mouth trailed down to his neck, smiling against his skin when you heard him sigh in satisfaction.

You felt the bed shift as Jaehyun came to kneel behind you, hands trailing down your back, leaving goosebumps in their wake. Your kisses trailed down Johnny’s tan skin, past his collarbones, across his pecs, down his stomach, ghosting along his right hip. Your lips left his skin as Jaehyun gripped your hip with one hand, using his hand to grind his dick against your soaking folds.

“You want me to put it in, baby?” Jaehyun asked you, and you nodded without hesitating, your face heating at your desperation. “Yes, Jae.”

“Suck Johnny’s dick and I’ll do whatever you want, lovely girl.”

His words were accompanied by Johnny’s hands touching the back of your neck, not pushing, but still commanding a certain power over you, still compelling you to lower yourself onto his cock.

One thing you’d learned very early on from having sex with both Johnny and Jaehyun, you thought as you let your mouth relax around Johnny’s dick, was that they were both bigger than the past lays you’d had. Jaehyun was a bit longer, but Johnny was thicker. Regardless, they both had the power to leave your legs shaking, and your throat scratchy for days.

Once you’d allowed your jaw to loosen enough, you began bobbing your head up and down slowly, tonguing along the underside of the shaft. Your hands held you up, grasping Johnny’s toned thighs for support. A rush came through you as you realized that those thighs were what had made you come earlier, and that helped you push Johnny even further down your throat.

A groan bubbled out of Johnny’s throat, and Jaehyun took that as his sign to push into you. You moaned against Johnny, and his groan got louder, hands pushing you even further against Johnny’s pelvis. You held back the urge to gag, forcing yourself to focus on breathing through your nose despite the intrusion in your mouth.  

Jaehyun’s movements started slow, letting you get used to the both of them fucking into you from both ends. He let out a low hiss as you clenched around him, hips grinding against you in a way that had you seeing stars.

It was as if they were connected telepathically, something unspoken between the two of them that always confused and amused you. You felt the amusement again as they both sped up the movements of their hips at the same time, a gradual buildup from teasing, subtle grinding, to harsh bucks of the hips, fucking in and out of you as if you were their own little tool for pleasure, and you wouldn’t have it any other way.

Any noises that left you were either muffled shrieks of pleasure as Jaehyun pounded away at your still sensitive pussy, or gagging noises, as Johnny’s hands forced you up and down his cock, bottoming out into your throat whenever he wanted to prolong little bursts of ecstasy. Tears were running down your face as he did so, and when he noticed, he let out a strained laugh.

“Hey, baby girl, are you crying because of my dick or Jaehyun’s?”

He pulled you off of him, and you took the chance to catch your breath before answering a few seconds later.

“B-both,” You moaned, and Jaehyun grunted in acknowledgement.

“Good,” He hummed, and you bit your lip as you fucked back against him, “Using our little girl like this feels so nice, doesn’t it, Johnny?”

“It feels fucking fantastic, pretty boy,” Johnny answered as you craned your neck to kiss along his shaft, “She’s so small, but she takes us both like a fucking champ. Maybe next time we should stuff her pussy and her ass at the same time… would you like that, angel?”

You cried out enthusiastically, stomach twisting at the suggestion. Jaehyun threw his head back, letting out a guttural groan.

“Oh, she’d love that, baby. You should’ve felt how much tighter she got when you said that.”

Johnny grinned, and lifted you off of his cock one more time.

“Hey, Y/N,” He said, lifting your chin to get you to look at him.

“H-hey, Johnny,” You whimpered, and Johnny pressed a kiss to the corner of your mouth.

“Get off his dick, princess,” He told you, loud enough for Jaehyun to hear, “I’ve got an idea.”

Jaehyun stopped his movements, pulling out of you. You whined at the sudden emptiness, and Johnny patted your head to calm you before standing. Given that the bed frame was a lot lower than most beds, it allowed him to tower over both you and Jaehyun as Johnny propped the younger man up, then told you to sit in his lap, letting Jaehyun slide back inside of you.

“I wanna watch you both,” He murmured lovingly, carding a hand through Jaehyun’s hair, who hummed happily. Your mind was turning fuzzy fast, clinging to Jaehyun and pressing soft kisses to his jaw.

“Can we still touch you, Johnny?” You asked, voice small, flashing him big, pouty eyes that he could seldom refuse as he sat back down at where he once was.

Johnny nodded, his hand moving to your head and repeating the movement he’d made on Jaehyun’s head. “Of course you can, baby,” He answered, “But you’ll do it when I say so and how I tell you to do it. Is that okay?”

“Yes, Johnny.”

“Okay.”

Johnny smiled at the both of you, and slowly Jaehyun began his rhythm again, fucking in and out of you slowly, before speeding up again. Your lips trailed down to his neck, sucking on a spot you wanted to leave a mark on, and your hands came up to toy with his nipple piercings, mimicking what Johnny had been doing to him earlier.

Jaehyun groaned, eyebrows furrowing and eyes fluttering shut as you began to move with him and tug at the piercings. He turned his head to lock eyes with Johnny, who was stroking himself as he watched the two of you gradually lose control against each other’s body. The two held each other’s gaze, Jaehyun’s eyes lowering first as he pressed a kiss to your  sweaty forehead.

“John,” Jaehyun pleaded, voice deep and teasing, “Come here, daddy, I wanna jack you off.”

Johnny raised an eyebrow. You and Jaehyun only brought out daddy when you wanted to be little shits to him and tease him more than usual. Nevertheless, he relented, standing and walking around the bed. Your eyes peeled open a few moments later, finding Johnny standing to the side of you, cock being stroked by Jaehyun as he continued to roll his hips into you.

Given that the bed was lower than usual, and Johnny was freakishly tall, his dick was more or less level with your faces, and through the hazy pleasure of Jaehyun pounding away at you, you got an idea.

You leaned slightly to the side, pressing a kiss to the head of Johnny’s member, and Johnny groaned as he realized what you wanted to do. Jaehyun seemed to like the idea, his hips fucking into you even faster once he registered what was going on.

Johnny used his knees to lean against the mattress, allowing you to lean back into your original position as he tipped his head back.

“Our dirty girl,” Johnny hissed, “You want cock so bad, don’t you? Can’t handle just one fucking you, you need another one down your throat.”

Jaehyun pulled you off of him. “Give him an answer, sweetheart,” He ordered, before taking your place and taking Johnny into his mouth.

“I’m yours,” You told them, “Want you both all day, all night, ngh, always… I love you both s-so much, I can’t handle not being fucked like this ever again…”

“You belong to us now, baby. We own you, body and soul.” Johnny’s voice was slightly strained now, but his words still held the same effect. You were eager to agree, unable to say anything as Jaehyun hit the one spot inside of you that had you crying out his name.

“Fuck, Jae! Right there!”

Jaehyun pulled off of Johnny’s cock, pulling you into a bruising kiss as he continued to hit your sweet spot time and time again.

“Yeah, you’re gonna cum again soon?” Jaehyun asked when he pulled away, and you nodded, before turning to Johnny and taking him into your mouth again.

“Don’t forget, princess,” Johnny said, “You can’t cum until either of us have. Understood?”

You nodded, trying to hold off the impending wave that was soon to crash on you.

“I’m so fucking close, Johnny,” Jaehyun mumbled, and Johnny gave a garbled agreement when Jaehyun’s free hand came up to stroke along with your hand.

“Me too, baby,” Johnny groaned, “You gonna fill Y/N up? Cum inside that tight pussy of hers?”

Your legs wrapped around Jaehyun’s waist, before you pulled your mouth away from Johnny, opting to stroke him as Jaehyun took him into his mouth once more.

“Give it to me, Jae,” You begged, voice shaky.

Johnny came first with a loud, “Fuck!” He watched as you and Jaehyun took turns licking away the cum as it shot out of the tip of his dick, tongues meeting occasionally as you both mouthed along the head.

“Shit, you’re both so good to me.”

Jaehyun’s orgasm came moments later. He buried his face in your neck, wrapping his arms around your waist as his pace turned sloppy and sporadic, filling you with hot cum as he groaned out both your name and Johnny’s. You whimpered at the sensitivity of your insides as he twitched against your walls, painting them white, but you didn’t stop bouncing in his lap.

“Y-you both came,” You moaned, desperate to cum. You could see on Jaehyun’s face that he was growing sensitive as well, but his hands on your waist weren’t stopping you at all. “Please let me cum, I’ve been a good girl…”

Johnny sat behind you, letting your head roll onto his shoulder. One hand wrapped around your neck, not squeezing, but still tight enough to send a thrill down your spine. “Yeah, you’ve been really well behaved tonight, baby. You weren’t as bratty as you usually are, hmm?”

You couldn’t answer, not when his other hand reached down to tap away at your swollen clit.

“J-John, ah—”

“You wanna cum, baby girl?”

You nodded, eyes squeezing shut as your hips took on a mind of their own.

“Then cum, sweetheart.”

And somehow, his deep, warm voice triggered your orgasm.

You threw your head back, almost positive that what you were speaking in tongues rather than actually saying anything coherent. You clung onto Jaehyun with one hand, writhing in his hold, and reached back to grip Johnny’s bicep. Beneath your eyelids, colors danced around you. You were certain this was what heaven felt like, and that this was some sort of divine ascension…

Verona, Nevada, 10:06 PM

When you managed to come down, you felt groggy, and your vision felt hazy, as if you were in a dream.  The only sound came from the three of you, breathing heavily as you recovered from what had just happened. The room smelled like sex, sweat, and oddly enough, greasy pizza.

“Y/N?” Jaehyun murmured, “You still with us?"

You nodded, trying to ignore the scratchiness in your throat. "Yeah… ‘m good. Came really hard.”

Johnny chuckled from behind you, before pressing a kiss to your shoulder. “Certainly looked like it, baby.”

You smiled, eyes drooping already at the tiredness you were beginning to feel.  

You settled down between the two of them, ignoring the smell of sweat emanating from the three of you all together. Yes, you loved being like this, sandwiched between your two favorite people, but you couldn’t deny that the body heat radiating from everyone, plus slight tackiness of sweaty skin against more sweaty skin made you want to cringe. And as much as you loved the idea of Jaehyun’s cum staying inside of you, it was slowly beginning to trickle down your thigh, further contributing to your growing discomfort.

“I need to shower,” You finally mumbled, rubbing your eyes sleepily, before pouting. Looking around the motel room, you noted that it was dingy enough, you didn’t want to imagine the bathroom. “How bad is the bathroom?”

Jaehyun groaned, hand coming to rub at his forehead in disdain.

“Oh, it’s fuckin’ nasty.”

“...Shit.”

[sometimesrosy]

God Memori really is precious, I wish I could trust this show to give them a Marper ending

They are great. I loved them being heroes. Emori just all in with Raven’s plan and Murphy not wanting to, saying he didn’t listen, when really he did? 

OH! Raven double crossed him again locking him in there, trusting him to make sure it got done. Wow, he could have died, too if it were much longer. But Murphy made it out, cockroach like. 

Yes. I wish we knew they’d get a happy ending but I can’t say they will. Although, if Clarke and Bellamy get the marper ending, we could end up with Memori being the ones to carry on and lead humanity into a better place, which would be... QUITE a development.

Oh, also, I think we had some parallels with Memori and Hatch and Nikki Bang Bang. Bank robbers. Remember when Memori were robbing travellers on the road to Polis? 

And then he was like, “so we killed all the hostages...” and Murphy was like... oh. 

[lespcir]

okay but consider this... supeRHERO/crimefighter au’s.

muse a and muse b going to a random house party. they’d never met before, but after feeling unwell, they both step outside for air... its only then that muse a drunkenly wanders into the road, almost to be hit by a car, but instead, sticking an arm out and propelling it into oblivion. meanwhile, muse b is standing on the side of the road crying hysterically and trying to figure out why everyone is ignoring them, only to realize they’re invisible. muse a is freaking out that they may have killed someone, and now thinks theyre going crazy when they hear muse b crying and asking why this is happening, thinking its voice in their head, until they realize its not their voice. after muse a talks muse b to a calm state, muse b now in sight, the pair realize something very bad has happened to them, and pair up for the night. once they wake up muse a is on the news for what happened and muse b decides they need to get out of town, both of them

muse a wandering into a bar after having the worst headaches for months when suddenly their vision gets blurry and they can hear what everyone is thinking. from their drink orders, to their sexual tension, and they cant make it stop. muse b, the bar tender, sees the conflicted and panicked muse a  and tries to calm them down. thats when muse a realizes the only mind they cant read is muse b and decide to drag them home to try and understand whats going on. optional: muse b having some kind of superpower, and helping muse a figure out how to handle it

muse a waking up one morning floating above their bed, and in a panic reach for the phone that in turn flies across the room. out of no where, they can move objects, and themselves without the lift of a finger. its all going well until their roommate, muse b walks in on the other floating and making breakfast from the couch without moving, and proceeds to scream and throw the floating food at muse a

two newfound vigilante superheros are likely rivals, and try to fight and race one another to crime scenes. muse a and muse b have contradicting powers, and personalities. it doesnt take long for their rivalry to turn into admiration and muse a finds themselves saving muse b’s ass more than they should, and muse b finds themselves cleaning up muse a’s wounds more than they like to. of course, this rivalry turns to friendship, and the ultimate dynamic duo. (or trio/quartet if you want it to be poly) and now instead of muse a focusing on if they knocked out a villian, they find themselves making sure that muse b is getting up after that hard hit and muse b is spending too much time calculating muse a’s moves to kill than their own and ending up on the floor more than they usually do. 

muse a  and muse b  are both seen as heros in the public eye, but to one another as villains. muse a thinks that muse b  is too violent and muse b thinks that muse a is too reckless. while the pair try to undermine one another, and reveal their ‘bad’ sides to everyone else, they actually end up complimenting one another, the public now ‘shippjng’ them and wondering if they work together. of course both muse a and muse b are appalled at this idea, until muse a finds themselves saving muse b’s life and noticing just how beautiful their eyes are, and now muse a is leaving clues and hints around the city for muse b to come find them until they wear them down and convince them to date, but not before revealing themselves optional 1: muse a and muse b were already lovers and now realize they wasted all their time hating one another when they could have worked together optional 2: muse a and muse b are best friends, and have been since childhood... how did they not notice this before? and why are they sort of in love now?

muse a and muse b have been protecting their city together for years. they train together, live together, fight together, and know one another better than they know themselves. its all fun and games until one training session that gets them in close contact makes muse a realize that they might have been in love with muse b this whole time.. and they’re torn if they should tell them and risk having a wonderful romance, and keep saving all the good people of their city option 1: muse b has been in love with muse a for longer, and everyone on their team knew but muse a and when muse a tells the team, they all laugh and shake their heads option 2: muse b is already dating someone on their team, and muse a knows that admitting their feelings could break their entire team up, which in essence would put their city at risk... but is their heart worth it? option 3: muse b is already in a relationship, and is unhappy, but only muse a knows that they’re unhappy. so, muse a finally confesses their feelings only to find out that muse b is engaged/eloped/pregnant, and made things incredibly awkward, and they’re incredibly heartbroken too

muse a and muse b on the same superhero team, and have been for years. they go out every day together and save the city from evil, or save cat’s from burning buildings. its what they do, its who they are. over time muse b falls in love with muse a, and after a particularly hard fight when they’re cleaning up and close together, finally confess their feelings and kiss muse a. besides muse a’s shock, they suddenly feel different, and run out afraid. it’s not until the next morning, when they go to fight that muse b realizes they lost their powers, and somehow, muse a managed to get them. muse b doesn’t say anything, just says they feel sick, and muse a doesnt notice the new power, assuming that muse b is just avoiding them. its not until weeks of blowing them off, that muse a finally shows up angry and hurt, having not seen one another since they kissed that they see muse b who is distraught, run down, and clearly different. muse b finally tells them what happened, and when muse a asks why they didn’t tell them sooner, muse b tells them its because they were better, the both of them combined and doing such a wonderful job. muse b didn’t feel needed by anyone anymore, and making an assumption that their feelings werent reciprocated, that they were too embarrassed to come around. muse a kissed muse b, giving them their powers back, and asking them out. of course, after calling them a ‘dummy’

muse a finding a struggling and confused muse b as they try to figure their powers out. of course, muse a being a local hero, and having a whole team behind them takes muse b under their wing. teaching them the tricks, training, and bringing them into the team. muse b feels like they’d found a whole new family, one where they fit in now. muse a and muse b become the dynamic duo, until of course muse b starts taking risks that muse a  absolutely  did not train muse b  to be so reckless and do, and muse b fires back that they dont have to listen to all their rules, what does it matter anyways? and of course, being met with muse a yelling at them about how much they care, kissing them and running out. muse b doesnt necessarily have to feel the same, but now realizes why they’re so protective. does this ruin the partnership? does muse b feel the same? do they go on to be even better? or does romance get in the way?

muse a is maybe one of the worst superheros ever. while they always manage to catch bad guys, they almost always suffer worse damage. they may catch the guy who kidnapped a bunch of kids, but accidentally got impaled. they may stop superhuman bank robbers, but they totally didnt mean to break both of their legs. muse b, however, knows what theyre doing. they got the job fast, and well, and they always catch who they need too. they’re ideal, and the kids love them, while the kids love muse a as more of an underdog. muse b finds muse a’s clumsiness endearing, and finds themselves helping muse a from getting hurt, but not stealing their thunder. eventually muse b  is helping muse a be more stealthy, and balanced, and teaches them to use their powers better. this just pushes muse a into more and more danger, and muse b can’t figure out why that feels like a bad thing, of course, until they realize they are in love with muse a, and all of their stupid, and unnecessary injuries option 1: muse a catches on quick to the training, but worries they’ll lose muse b if they get good. so, they might put themselves in the face of danger more often than they should  option 2: muse b getting sick and tired of muse a being so god damn reckless when all they have to do is listen to them and dont you even care how much i love you why are you trying to get yourself killed?

[thisdaynews]

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Blame CBN, Not Banks – Association of Senior Staff of Banks, Insurance and Financial Institutions (ASSBIFI) President

Temidayo Akinsuyi, Lagos

Nigerians on Monday said banks were to blame for the rise in the use of Point of Sale (PoS) terminals by robbers to dispossess peo­ple of their money – a trend that has been going on for a while without a solution yet in sight.

Recently, there have been reported cases of robbers snatching people’s Automat­ed Teller Machine (ATM) cards to withdraw money, us­ing PoS device to accomplish their criminal acts.

The process is usually the same. The robbers break into a house at night or any time of the day. And with guns held to their heads, victims are ordered to furnish their ATM cards as well as disclose their pin numbers, which are then confirmed with a PoS device before the cards are taken away. The robbers then proceed to withdraw as much cash as possible before daybreak when the incident is reported and cash with­drawal stopped.

This trend is also common in robbery in mass transit buses popularly called ‘one chance’ where unsuspecting commuters are held hostage, ordered to surrender their ATM cards and disclose their personal identification number (PIN) – with the PoS terminal to authenticate the PIN – before heading to a convenient ATM terminal and empty the victims’ bank accounts.

During the latest robbery incidents in parts of Lagos and Ogun states as a result of the ongoing lockdown, a victim, Adeleke Adesola, said robbers who visited his home, after collecting his phone, forced him to sur­render his three ATM cards and their pin numbers at gunpoint.

He said: “They pointed a gun to my head and asked me to give them the pins to my ATM cards. They came with a PoS machine and slotted in the ATM cards to verify if the pins were correct.

“After they left, I was able to reach out to two of my banks to block my accounts. They asked me some questions about my accounts which I answered and they blocked the accounts. The robbers transferred N31, 000 from my account.”

Another tenant, Olumide Abimbola, stated that the gangsters robbed him and his wife of two phones and N30,000, adding that they transferred the N10,000 in his bank account.

Speaking on the issue, Prof. Itse Sagay (SAN), Chair­man of the Presidential Advi­sory Committee Against Cor­ruption (PACAC), said banks should be held responsible if robbers could go about dis­possessing people of their hard-earned money through use of PoS terminals.

“I think the banks will have some responsibilities for it, in the sense that there has to be some qualifications for which such transfers are made. There must be a system for which that sort of thing can be stopped. This electronic banking has become an Achilles heel of the Nigerian financial system because it is being abused rampantly. But I think the banks should do more about it. Not only that, the police should be more vigilant.”

Yinka Odumakin, Na­tional Publicity Secretary of Afenifere, said banks de­served blame as they ought to have put measures in place to checkmate criminal activ­ities.

“The banks should have put in measures to prevent this kind of situation from happening. The banks bear some blame owing to negli­gence in this regard. But more importantly, we should know that Nigeria is the world secretariat of pov­erty. You can’t just lock people down at home and not expect this kind of things. We are not a serious country.”

Hon. Kamal Ayinde Bayewu, fellow of the Char­tered Institute of Bankers of Nigeria and former senatori­al aspirant in Lagos, also said a bank could be held liable for the usage of PoS by robbers if it failed to do its Know Your Customer (KYC) properly be­fore issuing out the machine to customers.

He also said anyone who perpetrated such criminal acts could be traced by secu­rity agents based on informa­tion provided by the clients who were issued the PoS.

“It is very simple. It is just to show that that person us­ing that PoS is traceable. So, it is the security offi­cials that should step up their game. Any customer given a PoS is traceable because it must have been attached to somebody and that person must give account of how money gets into his own ac­count, knowing full well that the person who transferred that money with his own card is known and traceable. It is easy to get these PoS rob­bers.

“If you go to a bank and you inform them you buy and sell, the bank will do its Know Your Customer (KYC) to confirm the information given by the customer, and then issue the PoS. That is why I said the owner is traceable. The bank will only be negligent if they are unable to do their KYC well.

“Any bank that fails to do its KYC well before issuing PoS to a customer is negli­gent and, therefore, liable. Before you issue out PoS, you must know the person and where his business is taking place.

“I don’t even expect that PoS will be issued to an in­dividual. PoS is a business equipment, issued to a busi­ness enterprise. What will any individu­al without a business need a PoS for? So, if the banks real­ly want to get the enterprise that the PoS is issued to, they will get him easily.

“It is like issuing a cheque. If you issue a cheque, it is traceable, especially when it is crossed. Armed robbers can do anything but I believe secu­rity agencies can apprehend them because it is traceable. If a bank fails to do its KYC well, then it is liable and should pay those who have been robbed.”

Monday Ubani, former second Vice-President of the Nigerian Bar Associ­ation (NBA), on his part described the development as shocking, saying banks should put in more stringent measures before issuing out PoS machines.

“It is very shocking and I think banks should put in more stringent measures to checkmate that. If armed robbers are go­ing about collecting money from people with PoS, what that means is that those in charge in the banking system are the ones to be blamed.

“It means no proper mea­sure is put in place to discov­er fraud and such bare-faced robbery by people who are users of the PoS. Also, anyone caught en­gaging in such acts should be severely punished so as to serve as a deterrent to oth­ers,” he said.

However, Kola Olog­bondiyan, National Public­ity Secretary of the Peoples Democratic Party (PDP), argued that banks could not be blamed if a customer ap­plied for a PoS machine and then converted it into crim­inal use. He however, said banks could be blamed if it failed to act on the complaints by customers who are robbed with the PoS machines.

“I don’t think banks should be blamed. People go to register business names and, in the process, they de­mand for use of PoS. So, if they now convert the PoS to carry out nefari­ous activities, you can’t hold the banks responsible. Except in situations where customers go to the banks to report that PoS was used to rob them and the banks refuse to take action. That is when the banks can be blamed,” he said.

Adeniyi Akintola, a Se­nior Advocate of Nigeria (SAN), said the use of PoS to rob is one of the disadvan­tages of internet banking, which has discouraged a lot of Nigerians from embrac­ing the cashless policy of the Federal Government.

“Of course, that is one of the drawbacks of technol­ogy and that is why a large number of Nigerians have refused to key into internet banking.

“In fact, many Nigerians who are into internet bank­ing are the elite, the ordinary man on the street doesn’t believe in this ATM or PoS thing. So, many people still keep their monies at home or give it to thrift collectors,” he said.

When contacted, Com­rade Oyinkan Olasanoye, President, Association of Senior Staff of Banks, Insur­ance and Financial Institu­tions (ASSBIFI), said banks could not be blamed for the usage of PoS by robbers as the issuance of the machine is part of the cashless policy of the Central Bank of Nige­ria (CBN).

According to Olasanoye, “One, because of the un­employment level in the country, there was the intro­duction of agents that can transact business on behalf of the banks.

“Two, there are so many business organisations, even small medium enterprises (SMEs), that are permitted to have PoS. For any shopping mall that you can buy things from, because of the cashless policy of the Federal Government, they are entitled to have PoS.

How these machines get into the hands of criminals is what I don’t know. Maybe the PoS are stolen from these companies, maybe these PoS are being used by fraudulent persons – it is what should be investigated.

“If you have a shopping mall and you apply to your bank that they should give you PoS, it will be given to you, which means people coming to your mall have a right to use their card instead of paying you cash. That is part of the cash­less policy that the Central Bank of Nigeria introduced.

“It is not the banks that we should hold responsible. Yes, the banks can try to trace which banks the mon­ey was transferred to and the account it was withdrawn from, but PoS is available for all business owners that ap­plied for it. It is part of the Federal Government’s cashless poli­cy and the banks are not re­sponsible for that.”

https://www.independent.ng/banks-get-knocks-over-use-of-pos-terminal-by-robbers/

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SUPERHERO ANTIHERO AND VILLAN POLY RELATIONSHIP

Ehehe … this has been on the list for a while *sweats*This fill is also for the lovely @nb-writer who wanted some enemies to friends to lovers EreJeanMarco and what kind of writer would I be if I didn’t at least try to combine these, right? _______________________________“This is it?”, Eren asked, eyeing the apartment building suspiciously.He was wearing that dark trench coat again, collar popped up against the harshNovember wind. “That’s the address my contact gave me”, Marco nodded, checking the message onhis phone for the fifth time. “He should be here. Do you think something’swrong?”Squinting up at the building Eren shrugged with one shoulder and made anon-committal noise. “Dunno. Weren’t you expecting something more … flashy?” Marco just frowned, not quite sure what Eren had in mind. “You know, impenetrable fortress, laser sharks?”, Eren offered with a sly grin,one dark eyebrow cocked even though it was only partly a joke. Maybe Marco had expected something a little bit different but that wouldn’tdistract him from the reason they were here. And neither would Eren’s dumbjokes, no matter how cute he looked with that grin on his face. “He’s a telekinetic bank robber, not Doctor Evil”, he said, rolling his eyeswith a huff that was just a bit too fond. “Come on now, don’t let your guarddown.”~It was hard to say when it all started.Maybe a few months ago, when news about the latest bad guy in town had begun tospread. Stories about several raids all over the city, all by the same man,masked but unarmed. Rumour had it that the heavily armoured doors of cashtransporters and even bank safes opened for him as if by magic, that he didn’teven have to carry the lock boxes and metal cases filled with money, that theyfloated behind him when he left the crime scene. They said nothing could hurthim, no bullets, no tasers, no direct hits, and that when he showed upsomewhere it was best to stay quiet and let him do what he wanted. Because, andthat seemed to be his only redeeming quality, he didn’t like to hurt people andhe wouldn’t if he didn’t have to.The local news stations called him Pyre, a morbid nod to his ability tospontaneously set objects around him on fire. It didn’t seem to happen all toooften but still enough to brand the alias for him. ~“Alright”, Marco said when they arrived at apartment 6B, voice low andgesturing for Eren to wait while he closed his eyes and concentrated for amoment. “He’s inside, probably not suspecting anything. How about we knock andtry to talk to him first?”For a second or two Eren just looked at him, blinking slowly, and Marco wastempted to think he accepted the plan. But then Eren scoffed and reached forhis gun to pull it from the holster strapped around his shoulder and chest.Before Marco could stop him he took a big step forward and kicked in the damnapartment door with a loud crash, metal screeching and wood splintering. Marco wasn’t even surprised. Grinding his teeth and breathing an annoyed huffhe stepped into the apartment behind Eren. ~It was a rainy night when Marco got to know Eren Jäger. He’d been chasing Pyre throughhalf the city after another attack on a cash transport. No casualties on thisone but crime was still crime and Marco was not about to make exceptions justbecause this particular villain seemed to have at least somewhat of a moralcode. But when he’d finally cornered Pyre in a closed off alleyway the man hadhurled two or three dumpsters at him before literally disappearing through awall, the bricks arranging an opening for him before going back to theirprevious state, cutting off the escape route. Of course Marco hadn’t given upand immediately turned to the fire escape, thinking that he might have a chanceof spotting the other man and finding a way to him from a higher position. Butthe metal stairs had warped under his feet, twisting and melting away withinseconds so that his only choice had been to throw himself to the side, crashingright through Eren Jäger’s window and onto his dinner table.~They stepped into a tiny living area barely managing to fit a couch, a TV set,a bookshelf and a messy desk tucked into one corner. Right next to the entrancewas a small kitchenette tiled in an ugly, dirty shade of turquoise and at theopposite end of the living space were two doors, one open and leading to whatlooked like a small bathroom, the other closed, probably hiding a bedroom.The man they were looking for sat on the couch, balancing a half-eatenmicrowave meal on his crossed legs while the bluish light of the TV flickeredacross his face and reflected off his crooked glasses. He was frozen in shock,fork halfway raised to his mouth which was open and gaping at them, eyes wideand disbelieving. Of course he wasn’t wearing his mask at home, an intricate thing in classicVenetian style, delicately decorated in shades of red and gold. But it wasdefinitely him, Pyre.Before Marco could say or do anything Eren spluttered, a noise between wonderand surprise and then he let out an amused laugh. “You … you live here?”~The problem with living in Trost was that there was always someone bigger and badderon the horizon and that telekinetically gifted robbers were the least of theirworries. So when someone or something began attacking open, crowded spaces,leaving bloodbaths but no traces of what kind of forces were behind the attacks,Marco’s focus soon shifted away from Pyre and on to bigger fish. Until Eren reminded him of the man responsible for him having to replace aliving room window and the exceptional powers he possessed. Sometimes self-proclaimedheroes had to make sacrifices and sometimes those sacrifices involved buildingan alliance not just with ex cops who were way too young to be this jaded butalso with small scale villains, as long as they were promising enough.~“If I…”, Pyre sputtered back, eyebrows quickly crinkling together in a frown. “Youshould know, asshole. You just kicked down my fucking door!” He didn’t evenflinch at the sight of the gun pointed directly at him. But why should he,bullets couldn’t hurt him. He’d just reflect any projectiles and send them backwhere they came from. In this case to Eren and Marco.“Man and I thought this place was a dump when I saw the outside!”, Eren drawledwith a crooked grin that was way too attractive, considering that now wasdefinitely not the time to get distracted like this. Marco reached out a steadyhand and placed it on Eren’s shoulder, reminding him to stay calm. “Excuse you?” Pyre cocked his head and placed the plastic dish on the couchnext to him before getting to his feet. The remote on the side table trembledlightly and Marco wasn’t sure if that was a natural movement or not. “I’d liketo see you afford living at the Hilton’s while paying your way throughuniversity!”, he spat, taking a confident step towards them. There wasn’t muchspace between them now, considering how tiny the whole apartment was. “Is that why you robbed those banks?”, Marco asked, the absurd explanationputting itself together in his head. Pyre’s eyes shifted to regard him for thefirst time, eyebrows shooting up before he sighed.“Shit, not you again…”“Are you robbing banks to pay for university?”, Marco repeated, too stunted tolet this go. He was sure there were lots of other explanations of what mighthappen to the money, where it went if not into this apartment. But the nextmoment Pyre rolled his eyes and shrugged, hands coming to rest on his hips in asomewhat defensive posture.“I’m getting my PhD in applied physics so yeah, I have an assload of studentloans. I’m sure as hell not doing that shit so I can go on vacation on the Maldives.”“Who knows”, Eren scoffed, still not lowering his gun, no matter how pointlessit was in this scenario. Pyre squinted his eyes at him and Marco got ready to shove Eren out of the wayif necessary, even though they had both agreed that Pyre probably wouldn’t gettoo violent without being explicitly prompted to. And indeed the man acrossfrom them quickly relaxed and shrugged again.“You know what? I don’t care what you think. But stop waving that thing in myface, I hate that.”With nothing more than a flick of his eyes the gun was ripped from Eren’s handsand thrown across the room, clip falling out and landing in a different corner.“What do you want?”, Pyre asked and now he was almost bored even though hiseyes still had a pissed sparkle. Probably because they had destroyed his frontdoor. “We want to … propose an alliance”, Marco said, keeping his voice firm andconfident. They might be at a disadvantage but the man standing across fromthem wasn’t a real danger, at least not at the moment. And their plan was forthe greater good, after all. They might as well try and do what they’d comefor. No matter how unfortunate their introduction.A whole array of expressions flickered across Pyre’s face in the span ofseconds which gave Marco an opportunity to study that face more closely. He was thinner than expected. Paler, too. His cheekbones were high andpronounced and his jawline finely cut. There was something attractive about hislithe frame, even more so if he would have appeared a little healthier. Ohwell, at least he looked the part of stressed doctoral student. After a moment or two of contemplation the man seemed to have come to a decisionand gave a stiff nod.“Okay, let’s talk. But first close the damn door, I don’t care how.” Part II[If you enjoyed this story, please consider buying me a coffee

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Jest A Minute (16/11/2017) from Subroto Mukherjee

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