#i would NOT have put my (acquired) dick in them

[sburator]

I keep thinking how 2x05 gave the Devil's Minion a dimension that their relationship didn't have in the book. And how - imo - the encounter is not an easy thing to "recover" from. Yes, even if they do find in the other things they needed - whether they were aware of them or not - even if they just slowly fall in love during however their chase may happen, or they're soulmates or, idk, either one or both have magical dicks (yes, The Blood but nvm that) -- there's still trauma and torture and basically an attempted murder at the root of it. Yes, a gentle death, though precisely targeted to be cruel and crushing; yes Armand saw Daniel and into Daniel but. That's a relationship - a love - that's built on scars. And it doesn't matter who put the physical scar on Daniel's neck, it will always be there.

They'll never have a dreamy, everything is fluff and nothing hurts relationship - no one in the VC does and that's one of the best things about it imo - but I think it speaks even more to the strength of it if it endures. And not in the empty way of a lack of hope or alternative of "enduring", but in the hopeless, eternal bond kind of enduring.

What I'm trying to say is that, I'm excited about the Devil's Minion that we'll get.

[deadsetobsessions]

Your name is Tim Drake and you are nine years old.

Today, tomorrow, and soon, you're going to save Robin.

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Tim stares at his reflection on the sink tap. It trembles, along with the plane, as he contemplates his situation.

His face is rounder, now, with unfamiliar baby-fat rounding out the sharp lines he'd come to expect. Even with the subpar reflection, Tim can tell that his dark eyebags are all but gone, replaced with youthful skin.

Magic. He's being quite literal, seeing as he's been tossed into the body of his younger self at the hands of a crazed magician.

He could find a way back... or he could create a completely different timeline by fixing everything that went wrong. It's not like he has anything to go back to, anyways. That crazed magician was actually competent and killed everyone he ever cared about. Tim barely got away with his life. He could go back to save that shell of a world- surrounded by people whose minds were broken beyond magical and medical repair- or stay here, fix his own personal troubles and cut off the magician before he could start with his world domination bullshit.

Well, Tim already has an idea of what he wants. So he begins a list, after having oriented himself.

Save Robin

There's no point trying to convince Bruce that he knows where Jason's being held. So, Tim finds himself on a plane to Ethiopia a day before Jason's meant to die. This was long before Barbara even thought of being Oracle, and the tech is ancient in his hands. In short order, nine year old Tim has a trust fund with millions in it, all siphoned from billionaires like Lex Luthor and his own parents.

Tim toddles back to his seat, after washing his hands because he still can't shake the extra bit of paranoia that came with a missing spleen. Oh. Tim blinks guilelessly at his seat neighbor, smiling like Timothy Drake, Angel of a Son as he reels from the realization that he still has his spleen.

Tim adds another box to his list:

Keep Ra's away from my spleen, creepy bastard.

What else...? Ah, the League of Assassins.

Damian

Tim pauses. Holy crap. Damian's only six right now. Tim moves Damian's box upwards in urgency. Tim might have a mildly antagonistic relationship with his younger brother back then, but he wants baby pictures of his siblings, dammit. He's gonna put that photography expertise to good use if it's the last thing he does.

Watch over Z, Owens, Pru

'They're alive!' His mind screams. Cold rationality slaps the sentimentality down with a quick 'But they won't be if I fail.'

His mind wanders to Dick Grayson. He scowls as something pops up in the back of his head.

Catalina Flores

Contact Nightwing- in space

He's gotta call Dick back from that Teen Titans mission, Jason's gonna need all of the support he's going to get.

Find Cass

Train Steph

Save Duke's family from Venom

Tim taps at that last point. He'll save them. But that might mean Duke might never join their family.

But he'll be happy and Tim... will deal with it. He'll be the only one mourning, anyways. To end on a lighter note, he adds something that he should have done ages ago.

Give Tam a raise.

Tim sighs as he gets out of the airport, the hired escort he found and vetted, delivering him to a predetermined hotel. They think his parents are already inside. He laughs and does not say anything to make them think otherwise. He has so many things to do, Tim laments as he settles down to track the Joker's movements. Here. That's where Jason's being held. Being tortured.

He can, however, knock two things off his list in one go. Tim picks up the burner phone he acquired. He doesn't have time, or else he would have done this sooner and saved them all the trouble.

[RR: Are you in Ethiopia yet?]

[Deathstroke: Payment confirmed. In Ethiopia.]

[RR: Third building by the docks.]

An hour.

[Deathstroke: Confirmed. Target spotted.]

Ten minutes.

[Deathstroke: Target eliminated. Bringing Robin to Safehouse.]

Twenty minutes.

[Deathstroke: Basic first aid applied. Leaving.]

[RR: Secondary payment sent. Confirm?]

[Deathstroke: Confirmed. Pleasure doing business with you.]

Tim sprawls on the king bed. He sighs a breath of relief. He'd check on Jason in person, if he weren't paranoid about leaving traces that would get back to him. Tim's pretty sure that Deathstroke's going to get hunted down in the near future, regardless, so he made sure to add a huge tip on top of the extra fees for burning one of Deathstroke's safe houses and the emergency first aid. He taps into the rudimentary camera Deathstroke had given him the access codes to, to stare at Jason's rising and falling chest. On a further table, the Joker's head laid in a preservation box.

He bypasses all of the security on the Teen Titan's tech to send Dick a message.

[Robin has been retrieved from the Joker. Contact Batman for details.]

Then, he sends Bruce the location of the safe house. Tim spends the rest of the day staring at Jason and watching his father in another timeline break as he huddles close to the broken body of Tim's Robin.

Timothy Drake destroys the burner phone.

[thelibrarian1895]

Passive Aggressive Revenge

So there are elevators in the Watchtower, right?

If there weren't, there are now.

Normally a ride in an elevator in the watchtower is silent and quick, which is nice since no one wants to be in an elevator longer than necessary.

On occasion however, someone in the justice league may have caused offense to another member or even another member's apprentice/sidekick/mentee/family.

If that is the case, the Bats have control of Watchtower systems and often perform minor maintenance. Yes Cyborg often takes on the bulk of the work but he can't keep out the Bats and at this point he's not going to try.

So let's say that Nightwing had a shift at the watchtower. Nightwing brought a lunch that Alfred packed for him. Nightwing did make the rookie mistake of not labelling his food but in his defense it has been a long day and his siblings are all either polite enough not to eat someone else's packed food or Dick has acquired a taste for some condiment that he slathers on ALL of his foods which the siblings who would steal his leftovers absolutely abhor so he doesn't need to label anything.

(One of my sibs and I have almost identical taste in food, we will each one another's leftovers without asking. However sib has deliberately cultivated a taste for a sauce that I hate and they'll put it on food they don't want me to touch. It is easier and tastier, for them, than finding a sharpie)

Nightwing's lunch gets stolen at the watchtower.

Nightwing is not happy. Nightwing checks the security cameras.

Suddenly when a certain member of the league goes onto the elevator, the elevator is a touch slower and, more importantly, there is elevator music.

Really, really, really annoying elevator music.

Things stop and go back to normal when the culprit treats Nightwing to lunch as an apology.

Post Brucequest, Tim eventually gets back on an even keel and is in a position to enjoy petty revenge. At that point, the only times the elevators on the Watchtower work as normal is when either Batman is in them or when Bart or Kon is in the elevator. Cassie catches on quick, apologizes, and the immunity to elevator torture is extended to her as well.

Some of the rest of the league may get in on it as well and bribe the bats into playing certain songs or slowing the elevator down even further when a certain other member of the league is in them.

[tenjikufag]

I was thinking about tighnari with tall but clingy bf🫣 and maybe service top?? (Smut + fluff?) Like they just had a rough session (tighnari's request! not reader's!) and reader be asking him bunch of question if he's okay, does anything hurt, did he need anything? (they ended up having a bath tgt)

Just Listen.

Tighnari x MaleReader

-nsfw/smut, rough-sex, fluff, aftercare, bossy tighnari

-thank you for the request!

Tighnari silently observed his project, the plant he’d acquired was a rare hybrid breed of a mourning flower- instead of the reddish pink petals it had been crossed with another plant that resulted in a more ashy grey colour… he tried to step away to retrieve another tool of his but..

He was stopped by you, he forgot he was stuck in the tight grip of yours. Your arms were wrapped around his waist, sitting down behind him as he stood.. his tail twitching every now and then and tickling your chest.

“I would like to move, Y/n.”

He knew he didn’t need to tell you twice, quickly you stood and allowed him to lead you- still clinging to him and resting your chin atop his head.

Tighnari smiled softly to himself; it helped a lot to have you there with him. Even if he wasn’t one to get distracted, you being present didn’t allow for him to overwork himself like he had before you decided on this routine.. you described it as making up for lost time during the day.

Through his thoughts, he began prodding between the petals with his prongs to further inspect different patterns or abnormal growths before he fully took it apart and dissected it.

That’s when his ear started to twitch and his face became red with warmth.

You started kissing his ears, soft fluttering pecks where they met his scalp.

He shuddered, trying to focus on the project at hand. It became harder when you started to massage his hips with your thumbs, along with kissing along the side of his face.

You really didn’t mean anything lewd from it, you just wanted to show him some love! Tighnari took it as you trying to distract him, supposedly knowing he had been pent up from the busy schedules.

The fox put down his tools, turning around to look up at you with a playful glare. You went to apologize, he dragged you by the wrist to your bedroom.

The male was quick to undress both of you, laying you back and getting on top.

“If you wanted this you could have just asked, not interrupt my research..”

He purred, taking your half hard dick into his hand and jerking you off until you became fully hard.

“I didn’t mean anything by it! I swear!”

Tighnari only smiled at you, shimmying down to hover his face just above your dick.

“Sure love, I needed it anyways.”

Teasing you, he lightly licked up your shaft before engulfing your member into his mouth and into his throat. Breathing heavily, you bit the back of your hand as he bobbed his head up and down; feeling every time he swallowed and constricted his throat.

Pulling off of you, he was quick to position his ass above your hips and grinding himself against your dick. He took his hand behind him and lined you up with his rim

“Hey! Don’t you need to prep?!”

“Shh…”

He hushed you, slowly slipping the tip past his rim with gritted teeth.

“Are you okay?! Slow down, you’re going to hurt yourself!”

But he kept going, the pain and pleasure mixed in his stomach and fogged up any proper sense he had to prep himself. It burned, it stung, it stretched him out like nothing ever has before. With tears pricking his eyes, he managed to sit down on it, huffing loudly while he tried to adjust himself.

“Are you okay?”

Sitting up, he winced at the movement inside of him, you wiped the tears from his cheeks and kissed his nose.

“I-I’m fine.. just.. let me do this..”

Even if he felt really good and tight around you, his comfort and keeping him from injuring himself was on the top of all priorities at the moment. He pushed you to lay back again, finally able to not feel a sting of pain when you moved.

Moving his hips, he rolled them around to try and hit all around hit walls, moaning every time he made your dick brush across his prostate.

“Give me your hand.”

Lending your hand to your boyfriend, he placed it on his dick- making you jerk him off as he started to bounce on your dick.

The pleasure ran right to his head, making him light headed and almost fell back if it wasn’t for catching himself on his hands behind him; positioning them on your legs. With his newly gained stability, he sped up and ordered you to keep up with him.

Nodding your head, you matched your hands speed with his bouncing. It didn’t take long for him to come undone for the first time- with shaky legs he climbed off of you, telling you to keep his cum in your hand.

“Get behind me, please..”

He huffed, getting on all fours and waiting for you. You quickly got up on your knees and sat behind him.

“Are you okay? Are you sure you want to keep going, it’s okay if you’re tired-“

Hushing you once again, he arched his back and his tail swayed waiting for you.

“You know what I want by now.. just please, fuck me.”

You pouted, you just wanted to make sure he was okay.. using the cum in your hand, you let it slowly drip into his puckering hole before entering.

With every inch you slid in, he purred and arched his back further. You started thrusting, gripping his tail in the process- making him yelp and force himself up onto his hands.

“Fuck! Yes! Harder!”

You pulled his tail, almost lifting him with it every time.

The more positions you tried, the rougher he made you be. It was a long, long, hard session.

—

He gasped for air beside you, covered in bruises and marks. You were left virtually unscathed, only peering over his tired, cum covered body, with puppy eyes to try and make sure he was truly okay.

“What do you need? I got you water and some pain medicine, are you sure that was all okay?”

Tighnari climbed onto you, wrapping his arms around your neck and kissed your cheek.

“It was great, thank you…”

“We should take a bath.. do you want to take a bath?”

He tiredly nodded, looking down at all the cum that stuck to him and was in his tail.. he couldn’t help but laugh lightly. Wincing, he felt you pull his arms away to get up and start the bath.

Tighnari almost fell asleep with the sound of the water running, only staying awake when you walked by to grab towels, special soaps, and clothes for the both of you.

“It’s ready, do you want me to carry you?”

Tighnari reached his arms up and let you pick him up, one of your arms going under his legs to carry him.

Gently, you placed him in the bath tub, getting in carefully behind him. He leaned back into you, letting your hands wet his body with the warm soapy water.

You massaged his lower back with a cooling soap, easing the strains from his tail and hips. Tighnari couldn’t help but moan as your hands wandered his body and cleaned him- sighs of relief at the clean feeling of his skin.

He felt warm water on his ears and his hair, you’d wetted them to wash both of them with his favourite Padisarah shampoo, the lavender accents only furthering the sleep that fought him.

Tighnari smiled when you started to hum while massaging his scalp, taking extra care with his sensitive ears.

Once you finished with him, you quickly cleaned yourself up and let him relax in fresh and clean water- accompanied by a bed time bath bomb that you’d been gifted.

He laid in your arms, feeling like jelly in your arms.. completely satisfied and comfortable against your considerably larger frame.

“How do you feel? Do you need anything else? Does it still hurt anywhere?”

Your fingers softly pushed his damp hair out of his face, his bright eyes looking up at you.

“I’m fine, I promise. You did so good tonight, Y/n.”

You blushed, making him smile and reach up to kiss your jaw.

[luffyrose]

We're back with another dc x dp, coming to you this time on my phone while hang in off the back of my couch. Is blood rushing to my head? Yes.

Either way, I had a random thought about how personally as a child, I was a little monkey, like if my parents had actually had the thought to put me in gymnastics I would probably be a menace to society. And so my thought was, what if Danny was like that too?

Danny had always been very hyper, like, bounce of the walls, "WHAT ARE YOU DOING ON THE FRIDGE-" kind of hyper. When he started to climb, hang, flip, and just about break something just to have some fun, Jazz finally tried to get their parents to sign him up for gymnastics.

They didn't.

Both had been very happy at the idea, but when it came down to it, they just forgot. And one time without actually paying attention to the two, said gymnastics was for girls, ultimately shattering Danny's budding hobby. Jazz of course didn't just let that dream go, instead finding anything she could to let him learn on his own, at the very least, she made sure he was capable enough to pick it up in his teenage years should he finally get a chance to take classes.

That didn't end up happened either.

He'd died, become Phantom, accidentally become Crown Prince of the Infinite realms, and now had to deal with superheroes realizing that something was up in Amity. More specifically, a credible news reporter finally came to the town and settled the real or not debate in one swift "WTF IS THAT-" upon seeing a giant robot hunter thing(it was Skulker).

Along with all that, his parents, or more specifically his mother, was finally noticing something was wrong. Almost two years after he died, she finally took a second to look at him, and was disturbed. So Danny, being optimistic as he can be, tries to tell them, which goes horribly wrong and ends in a lab explosion and Danny 'stuck' in the Ghost Zone. Really Jazz blew the portal up after reaching her own breaking point and immediately called CPS on her parents since Danny was never gonna come back to them.

Danny all ouchy, there goes my parents because the two destroyed their blood bond by intentionally aiming to harm him instead of the weird loophole they'd been in before. Clockwork being Clockwork yeets him over to Gotham, giving Jazz a note about it.

Over in Gotham, he's actually thrown right from a portal in the aky hurdling down toward one of the city's rogues. Whoever it is, the Batfam are like "wtf-" at the clearly confused child that suspiciously looks like they're one of the Waynes, and so they just take him back. Doesn't help that they're worried since he just got thrown from who knows where and definitely did not take that fall well- also doesn't help that he's clearly bleeding and severely injured.

Danny, after Alfred forces him to rest from injuries, is so hyper. His hyperness had gone into his vigilantism, so now with nothing to deter it, he was going crazy and he felt so stiff.

Cue one of the sibkings walking in to find the kid hanging dangerously off something and just going "hi". Dick has a new favorite(not really he still loves all his siblings the same...maybe Damian and new kid are a smidge higher, but they're younger so it doesn't count).

When he takes the kid to the gym in their house, he is literally running around and getting onto everything. Now Dick has accidentally acquired little acrobatic brother that he's determined to help out with getting better.

Best part, Danny doesn't even realize the others are like "welp he's family now" and is just thinking they're very nice for being rich. He doesn't trust Bruce too much though, sure rich people's mids could be chill(take Sam for example) but parents themselves were iffy.

No one knows how to react to the truth bombs he randomly drops without even realizing it either.

Dick, watching Danny haning upside down from a bar for the last like 10 minutes: whatcha doin buddy?

Danny: thinking about my parents.

Damian, who's also been watching the whole tome but would never admit it: Your parents?

Danny, yeeting himself off the bar with no sense of self preservation: yeah, they told me they'd sign me up for gymnastics. Never did. Claimed it was only for girls. Although I think that was the same day our oven came alive on accident and almost set me on fire so...they were pretty distracted.

Dick, staring in actual horror for many reasons: What?!

Damian, also horrified but not showing it as much: Your oven came alive...?

Danny, who still isn't paying attention and already having forgotten what he said: how do you do that thing you showed me earlier?

[phoward89]

Series Masterlist

Chapter 2:

White hot pain courses throughout your body as you lay on your stomach, on your small bed in the corner of the room. The room that was your bedroom, kitchen, and living room all in one cramped spot. Sitting on the bed next to you was Coryo.

He was washing your wounds, causing you to wince; let out sobs and whimpers since he wasn't very gentle.

“Stop whining, I'm almost done, darling.” Coryo told you with an edge to his baritone.

“It hurts, Coryo.” You cried, feeling like you just wanted to die- that's how much pain you're in.

And it seems that the asshole next to you, the peacekeeper responsible for your situation, isn't very empathetic despite claiming that he's your man now. Oh hell…how did this happen to you? Is your luck really that shitty?

“My friend, Sejanus, has some morphling for a bum knee. I'll find him; get some for you.” He told you, cleaning the last of your wounds. “Okay, pretty girl?”

“Okay.” You said, relieved that your tormenter (err new peacekeeper boyfriend?) was going to get you something for the pain.

“I'll get you some food too.” Coryo said while pulling your blanket on you, so that you wouldn't be cold. “Can't have my girl starving while she's hurt and healing, can I?” He rhetorically asked, standing up and taking the bowl with the bloody water and stained wash cloth over to the sink.

You heard the sound of the bowl clanking against the counter as he set it down. You also heard the sound of cabinets opening and closing as he looked for something in your sorry excuse for a kitchen. Curious about what he was doing, you turned your head only to see him taking your box of teabags out of the cabinet you stored them in. Oh, how nice of him. He's making you tea after he got you whipped; got your back torn to bloody shreds.

Oh yes, a cup of tea’s going to make everything all better. You'd rather have the morphling. You'd also rather be alone right now to wallow in your misery as well.

After leaving a cup of tea by your bedside and telling you to rest, Coriolanus left your apartment to go buy some groceries. After buying a bag of food, enough to feed the both of you for the week, he searched for Sejanus. Coriolanus was only seeking out the annoying district dog because you needed morphling; Sejanus was his only option to get it for you.

Well, that's not exactly true. Coriolanus can always acquire some from the local black market, but it'd cost him a fortune. Plus, he's not even sure that a morphling dealer would even sell to him considering he's wearing denim blue Peacekeeper fatigues. And he couldn't waste his time trying to haggle with some drug dealer, not when you're in desperate need of pain meds.

Oh, if only you didn't steal that apple; then Coriolanus would've never turned you in and you wouldn't be hurt. Why did you have to be so desperate? Couldn't you have just waited for him to approach you, to offer to buy you a treat of some sort?

Coriolanus knew that he'd have to teach you some patience. It is, after all, a very important virtue to have. He, in fact, is a very patient man. Perhaps that's why he was able to put up with all of your sobbing while cleaning up your bloody; shredded back. If he was a lesser man, he would've backhanded you and tossed you into the shower.

But, he's a patient man, so he'll deal with your bullshit in order to get what he wants. Oh, yea, and what he wants is you. You getting his dick wet more precisely. And also being the mother of his children, his wife, and his future First Lady since he finds you to be both beautiful and captivating.

He just has to teach you patience and maybe some manners too. At least you’re smart, or he thinks you are since you didn't try to run from him or beg your way out of your punishment.

So, when Coriolanus finally spots Sejanus (talking to some shady looking locals, of course) he jogs up to him- causing the sack of groceries slug over his shoulder to jostle around. “Sejanus, I need some of your morphling. My girl, Y/N, was whipped real bad this morning; I've been taking care of her since, but she's in pain- tear inducing pain.”

Of course, Coriolanus wasn't going to tell his friend that he's the one who turned you in; the one who got you whipped. Why would he? It wasn't any of Sejanus' business. He didn't need to know that tiny, insignificant detail. The district born dog didn't need to know everything about you and Coryo's life.

Sejanus' eyes went wide at his friend's words. He heard from a local rebel contact that a girl was stripped naked and badly whipped on the snow over an allegation of a stolen apple, one that she didn't have on her. But he didn't know that it was Coryo's girl that got whipped that morning.

“I heard about that, but I didn't know she was your girl, Coryo. Of course, I'll give you my morphling for her.” Sejanus told Coriolanus, sticking his hand in his pocket and quickly pulling out a bottle of morphling. Handing it over to the platinum blonde, he said, “If she needs anymore, just take it out of my lockbox.”

Yes! Score!

Coriolanus was ecstatic that he was able to manipulate stupid, sweet, do-gooder Sejanus into giving him some morphling. He wasn't expecting him to tell Coryo to wipe him out of his drug supply, but he's not going to turn that down.

No…

He's going to make good on that offer, snag up all of Sejanus' morphling so that you won't be in pain while you heal. You're just so pretty; Coriolanus hates the idea of you being in so much pain. And over something that could've been easily avoided too.

“Thank you, Sej. Really, I don't know what we'd do without your help.” Coryo told the dark haired peacekeeper, clasping him on the shoulder before taking off to get back to you.

You were half asleep (actually, you were half passed out from pain) whenever you heard the door creek open. Turning your head towards the door, you saw Coryo enter the small one-room apartment in the rundown tenant building you call home. A sack was slung over his shoulder.

Going over to the kitchen counter and setting down the sack, he announced, “I got us some groceries; got you the morphling from Sejanus too.”

Us? Since when does he live with you? Doesn't he live on base? Oh fucking hell…

As if he could hear your mental musings, he explained, “I'm trading days with some of my squad, taking their days off and then working for them, so I can spend some time here with you until you can get up; do for yourself.”, while unpacking the sack of groceries.

Great…

Just great…

Now he's dead set on staying with you, taking care of you til you're able to move around, and he's trading work days to do it. Oh by the gods, how the hell did this insane man find you? He's acting as if you're his lover, not some girl he turned in for punishment- for whipping.

Hell…

Why did you listen to Ashlie? You should've stayed home, in District 12. At least you wouldn't be dealing with delusional Private Coryo if you’d stayed in 12. God, you hate District 8 so much right now.

“Did you drink your tea?” Coryo asked, as if he really gave a fuck about your well-being, while grabbing some produce and putting them away in your small fridge.

“Some of it.” You answered right as a knock sounded at the door.

“You expecting anyone?” The platinum blonde demon of a man asked while going over to the door.

“No.” You simply told him, earning you a nod.

Coriolanus answered the door, only to be met with a petite young woman. “Are you here to see my girl, Y/N?” He asked the brunette, who was trying to look around his large frame and into the apartment.

“Your girl? She didn't mention taking up with a peacekeeper last time I saw her.” You heard Ashlie, your late brother's girlfriend that abandoned you after dragging you out here to this hellhole called 8, tell Coryo.

“Yes, well, it’s a fairly new development. But she's mine all the same.” Coryo told Ashlie in a diplomatic tone, a shit eating grin on his face.

He has power over you and like hell some ratty whore was going to poke and prod him about his relationship with you. It was none of her business that he just scooped you up today, literally.

“Send her away, Coryo.” You loudly ordered, since with didn't want to be bothered with Ashlie. Didn't she have better things to do, like live her new life with that rebel boyfriend of hers, then to check in on you? Not like she's been going out of her way to see you before you got hurt.

Looking between you and the door, Coryo simply nodded and, without warning, slammed the door shut in Ashlie's face. She tried to open it back up, but he threw his tall body against it- slamming it shut again and quickly locked the lock and placed the door chain in place.

Crossing the room, making a beeline towards your bed, Coriolanus asked, “Who was she, Y/N?”

“She used to be my brother's girl til he got blown up to bits during the summer when our rebel neighbor bombed the mines.” You explained to him as he pulled out a vial of morphling from his pocket.

Crouching down next to you, he popped the cork of the vial and tilted your chin up, only to pour the pain medicine down your throat. “Mines? But 8 doesn't have any mines.”

“Thank you.” You gratefully told Coryo as he set the empty vial to the side, next to your half empty teacup. “I'm originally from 12; just applied for a district transfer cause Ashlie couldn't handle her grief over Rein's death. She begged me to come here with her when word got out that a plague decreased their workforce; made district transfers available.” You explained, even tho you probably shouldn't be. He is a peacekeeper after all. And the one to get you whipped. But what harm is there in telling him your story? It's not like you have anyone anyways, you're an orphan- truly alone.

“I take it you're not on good terms with her.” Coryo said knowingly.

You're at the mercy of a delusional white-blonde peacekeeper. Thanks to Ashlie taking off. And any hope there was at repairing the sisterly friendship you once had flew out the window once you go whipped and became the the girl of some peacekeeper grunt- who's a hand short of a full deck.

“Not long after moving here she hooked up with some guy she met; left me all alone. So, yea, we're not on good terms.”

“I'm sorry she did that to you, darling. Family should never abandon family.” The blonde told you, lifting up your blanket to check on your wounds. “I'm here now, baby. You're my girl; I'll never let you be alone again.’ He promised, pressing a kiss to an unblemished part of your shoulder.

You didn't know what was worse. Being alone or being stuck with him. And something deep in your gut tells you that you'll never get rid of him. That he's worse than a tick on a bloodhound.

“Some of these lashes are deep. I can see some muscle and bone.” Coryo informed you. Well, that would explain why your back hurts like a bitch. At least the morphling he got you’s taking the edge off.

“You'll have to stitch me up, Coryo, or else I could get an infection and die.” You honestly told the peacekeeper, since the last thing you wanted was to get gangrene or sepsis. You really didn't want to get stuck going to the rundown public district hospital. You didn't have money for that, plus you heard some horror stories from coworkers at the peacekeeper uniform plant about the hospital.

No thank you, you'll take your chances at home with the devil.

“Don't talk like that, my darling. I'm not going to let you die; I'm going to take care of you.” Coryo said, petting your hair and pressing a soft kiss on your cheek before leaving your side to go find your sewing kit in order to stitch you up.

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[sixeyescurseuser]

(2)

Geto had sensed Gojo’s presence ever since the alpha entered the infirmary. Because his heat symptoms mainly consist of nausea and muscle cramps, Geto can do nothing more than lie on his side facing away from the door, dying on the inside while the best friend he’s trying to hide from barges into the room like he owns it.

The omega lets out a shaky sigh. 

“What, did you come here to gloat about how you were right this entire time? That’s pretty shitty, even for you, Satoru,” Geto mutters. He doesn’t receive a response. 

The thing is, Gojo isn’t thinking that at all. While he’s admittedly quite dumbfounded at the turn of events, Gojo just knows that Suguru is the only other person who can keep up with him. 

And Suguru is an omega, who is currently very much in heat, in PAIN.

Frozen in the doorway, Gojo doesn’t have time to rethink everything he’s ever been taught. Belatedly, he realizes what his instincts have been yelling at him this whole time.

Suguru’s in heat!

Help him!

Comfort him!

As the silence drags on, Geto becomes more resigned to the fact that Gojo is witnessing him like this. Pathetic. Weak. Vulnerable.

Whatever, Geto feels like vomiting and hiding away forever anyway. Fucking heats, man. 

But Gojo doesn’t leave. Frankly, the alpha still doesn’t say anything, and Geto is just about to tell him to leave when footsteps sound across the tiled floor. Geto tenses up as the alpha rounds the bed. 

Then, a mop of soft, white hair comes into Geto’s view. Gojo kneels down, face at level with Geto’s. Gojo’s expression looks…concerned. No smugness in sight.

Not something Geto was expecting at all.

“Satoru?”

Gojo uses one hand to brush aside Geto’s bangs that had fallen into his eyes.

Amidst the stomach cramps and pounding headache, Geto’s heart swells. 

“Tell me how I can help,” Gojo pleads. Geto’s glazed eyes widen in disbelief. He almost doesn’t register the question enough to answer. 

Luckily, Gojo repeats, “I’m serious. Suguru, please, let me help you. I don’t like seeing you in pain.”

Without wasting another moment, Geto grabs at the hand that had brushed away his bangs.

“Take off your shirt,” he rasps out, then as a second thought, “And your pants.”

One minute later, Gojo stands like 🧍🏻in his pink heart-patterned briefs while Geto happily puts the newly-acquired shirt and pants in his nest. Unbeknownst to Geto, he lets out content rumbles during the process. 

Gojo finds it very cute. However, he’s also very aware of how rudely he intruded into Geto’s heat room; the alpha begins to fidget, unsure if he’s allowed to stay any longer. 

“Well, if that’s all, I’ll get going-“

“Shut up and get in my nest,” Geto growls. Gojo immediately moves to comply.

As soon as Gojo climbs in, Geto plops himself half on-top of the alpha, and then drags the sheets on top of them both.

“This is your penance for talking shit about omegas,” Geto states, pillowing himself on Gojo’s pecs. His heat-muddled brain tells him to bite the skin.

“I didn’t- OUCH, that hurt," Gojo cries out, but he still wraps his arms around the omega's waist. "Suguru, I never meant any of that about you. I would never say you’re a burden."

Geto continues nibbling on Gojo's chest.

“Doesn’t matter, I don’t want you taking back what you said only because I fit into that category,” Geto snarls. He noses his way to Gojo’s neck and doesn’t hesitate to lick over Gojo’s scent gland.

Which was kind of a mistake because now Gojo’s cotton-candy scent mixes deliciously with Geto’s chocolate and lavender scent.

(Oh, they’re both only in their underwear, Gojo thinks. How…nice.

(Gojo @ his dick: “Don’t u fucking dare”)

Geto feels himself slick a little. Luckily, beneath him, Gojo is too preoccupied with the way Geto’s tongue feels on his neck.

“F-fuck- oh my god,” Gojo whines, breathing heavily. Astonishingly, his alpha isn’t roaring at him to flip Geto over and switch places. In fact, it feels more like being pampered than being challenged.

Alas, Gojo is still very sensitive. No one has ever so much as touched his scent gland and Geto is just going to town on it, kissing and sucking on the delicate skin. He tries pushing the omega back but Geto growls at him in warning before going back to his task.

“Suguru, slow down,” Gojo coaxes, lightly pulling at Geto’s hair. Geto raises his head slightly, eyebrows furrowed in annoyance. 

But before he can protest, a pair of lips gently presses to the spot between his cheek and eye.

What?

Gojo’s cheeks turn pink, crystal-blue eyes shifting to the side.

“Sorry, that was supposed to be to your forehead,” he admits.

Geto blinks once, then twice, pupils dilating by the second.

“Try again.”

Gojo nods. He leans up and lands a peck on Geto’s eyebrow. 

Geto laughs freely at that. Gojo feels like a goddamn saint for causing that.

The alpha begins littering Geto’s face with kisses: on his nose, his cheeks, his chin, finally his forehead, and then once at the corner of his lips.

Geto purrs deeply, the deep vibrations steady between them.

Gojo now cups both of Geto’s cheeks. The omega’s expression is relaxed, world’s different compared to when Gojo had first entered the room.

Looking at him like this, Gojo yearns to be somehow even closer to Geto. 

“I want to kiss you,” Gojo confesses, caressing his thumb against Geto’s cheekbone. “Will you let me?”

If possible, Geto’s purring even louder. He completely melts into Gojo’s large hands, then wavers a bit as he nods his assent.

But before Gojo can bring their lips together, a knock sounds on the doorframe, startling both of them.

“Geto, I brought the juice pouches you wanted,” Shoko interrupts, placing a carton on the table. She slams a sack down as well. “And stole more clothes from Gojo’s room, because you two will definitely need it.”

She side-eyes her friends, who are frozen in their compromising position. Geto doesn’t move more so because he’s really comfy. He opts for hiding his face in Gojo’s neck.

Gojo, on the other hand, can’t manage anything other than a viscous snarl in Shoko’s direction.

“Woah, calm down, lover boy. He’s all yours,” Shoko says, holding her hands up in surrender. 

“You went through my closet?” Gojo bites out.

“Yep, Geto asked me to,” Shoko answers. “Later.”

With a salute, she walks out and closes the door.

“You really told her to?” Gojo can’t help but ask, urging Geto to come out from his hiding spot. 

Geto nuzzles against Gojo’s scent gland.

“Just in case you reacted badly,” he said. “Cause you know, I lied to you and everything. I wouldn’t have blamed you if you left.”

Gojo flinches so hard, he jostles Geto into lifting his head. 

“You thought I would leave you? In this state?” Gojo asks, a bit hurt. Geto shrugs, eyelids lowering. 

“I don’t know. I can’t think straight when in heat, Satoru. It’s easy for my thoughts to spiral,” he says.

Gojo scoffs, but he understands. Ruts can get like that too.

“Well, I’m telling you right now, I’m staying here for as long as you’ll have me,” Gojo declares, cupping Geto’s cheeks again. “You’ll never have to deal with another heat alone again, not if I can help it.”

Gojo pauses, uncertainty flashing across his features.

"If- if that's what you want."

Geto stares down at Gojo with a twinkle in his eyes.

Gojo thinks he’s never looked so beautiful.

Without repyling, Geto surges forward and kisses Gojo’s soft lips, pressing down for a long moment before parting.

But Gojo doesn’t let him go far. The alpha guides Geto down into a second kiss, then a third, and a fourth-

Geto hums in approval, feeling like the luckiest omega in the world with such a strong and caring alpha underneath him, providing kiss after kiss. 

Gojo’s eyes have slipped shut, allowing Geto to control the kiss. A swipe of the omega’s tongue and Gojo is opening his mouth, moaning when Geto boldly licks in.

Their combined pheromones swirl in the air, clogging the room with their scents. They keep kissing, bruising their lips and working their jaws until they’re sore. 

A new energy spreads from their lips all the way to the tips of their toes, and they begin to paw at each other under the covers. 

In the next hour, Geto’s heat officially escalates for the first time.

[laiosynth]

come away, oh ghostly child... (pt 3)

(PT 2 <-) (-> PT 4)

Dick lays in bed.

Phantom is tucked into his side, snuggling into his warmth. Dick doesn't know what to do. Whenever he moves even a millimeter away from the child, Phantom whines and snuggles back in, searching for comfort.

He supposes it's his fault. He'd brought the boy home, unsure what the protocol was for a ghost child. He'd laid the boy down on his bed, getting undressed and changing into pajamas before plopping down, intending to get up after a second and find out what to do.

That was when the boy had struck. Now he's here, stuck. It's like when a cat lays on your lap. It would be sacrilege to move and disturb them.

Sighing, Dick uses the hand on his free side to grab his phone. He's lucky it's close, or he'd be fucked.

He calls Babs, linking the audio to the comm still in his ear.

"Hey Dick, what's up?"

"Babs. I have a... situation."

"A situation, huh? Would this have anything to do with the call I got from Jason laughing his ass off about you taking after Bruce?"

"Damnit, I told him about this in confidence! Asshole. And he claims he's not a gossip."

"So, you've acquired a child."

"A ghost child, who can apparently turn into an alive child. Still confused about that."

"Hold up. You never said anything about a ghost. You're telling me you have the ghost kid who's been haunting Gotham for the past 3 months?"

"That I am."

"And said ghost kid turned into a living kid and fell asleep on you."

"Affirmative."

Babs sighs over the line.

"Go to sleep, Dick, and worry about it in the morning. Usually, I'd say something different, but you sound dead tired. Get some sleep, and hopefully, the kid will, too. We'll just hope he's there in the morning."

-

Dick wakes up, not realizing he'd fallen asleep. A glance at the phone in his hand tells him it's 7.

When he moves, he's interrupted by Phantom snuggling into his side again, chasing after his warmth.

Dick wastes no time in scooping the boy up to hold on his hip, which seems to work fine because Phantom doesn't protest.

He doesn't bother trying to change- still in his pajamas, he heads out to his kitchen with Phantom on his hip. He rifles through his fridge, looking for anything suitable for a young child- he has some eggs that are miraculously still good, some fruit he bought the day before, a pack of bacon, and some bread. Why is his bread in the fridge? He doesn't know. Ask past Dick, who probably made this choice while sleep-deprived.

Time to find out if cold bread makes bad toast.

Dick sets about making breakfast one-handed- he starts by putting the bacon on. While that cooks, he puts the bread in the toaster, then he scrambles the eggs. The eggs are finished quickly, so as the toast finishes and the bacon sizzles, he begins to dice some fruit. As he plates the breakfast, Phantom begins to stir, probably smelling the bacon and eggs.

Just as Dick sets the breakfast on the table, Phantom wakes up with a big yawn.

"Morning, sleepyhead. I made breakfast."

Phantom, still half asleep, nods and wiggles, so Dick sets him down in the chair, pulling his own chair out to sit across from the boy.

Phantom stares blearily at his breakfast, a fork in his hand.

Then he lights up.

"The- the breakfast has a smiley face!"

"Yeah, buddy, it does," Dick smiles, just the tiniest bit proud that his idea had cheered the boy up- the breakfast was a slice of toast with bacon in the shape of a smile and two strawberry slices for eyes. The scrambled eggs and other fruit sat on opposite sides of the toast.

"That's so cool!"

Dick smiles, and motions for Phantom to eat up. The boy obliges, digging into the fruit first. Dick eats as well, somewhat thankful for having something other than cereal for the first time in what has to be a month.

"My name's Danny," Phantom- no, Danny says unprompted.

"It's nice to meet you, Danny. I'm Dick."

Danny smiles and says, "Big Brother Dick!"

Dick blinks.

"No, buddy, I'm not your big brother, just Dick."

Danny's smile falls.

"But Gotham says... she says you're my brother, she says you're safe. You're my big brother, Gotham says you're her kid same as me!"

And oh, the boy is close to tears- what is Dick supposed to do here?" Deny or play along?

"Sure then, buddy. Yeah. I can be your big brother."

And there's that smile again- oh, what has Dick just done?

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bonus sketch:

[veronicaphoenix]

wrapped in winter embers | n.s.

One-shot ✨ Pairing: noah sebastian x fem. reader

Tags and cw: Established relationship. Christmas fluff with sexual content, hot chocolate, snow, and oral sex (both receiving), p in v, slight bondage, unprotected sex, chocolate and marshmallows included, mentions of pregnancy, and a glittery dick (yes, read to find out what I’m talking about). Not beta read. Just needed to get this out of my head. Enjoy :) | AO3

WRAPPED IN WINTER EMBERS

I found myself sitting in awe before the giant Christmas tree that had been set up in the expansive living room of our recently acquired home. We had moved in a mere ten months ago, and I had been looking forward to Christmas so that I could put a giant pine tree in the corner and decorate it from top to bottom. It had been a recurring dream of mine since childhood.

            The tree had been brought in that morning, but Noah and I hadn’t started decorating until afternoon. I’d been running some errands in the morning while Noah took care of the delivery, and I nearly screamed when I entered the house and saw the tree in the space in the corner that we had left specially for it. 

            As the kitchen was cleared from our lunch and the house assumed a soothing sense of order, Noah and I set up to spend that afternoon and evening adorning the tree and extending the holidays spirit throughout the house. 

            We put some cute decorations in the entrance and had also placed small figurines and pots with artificial greenery and snow on the furniture around the house. Our main dining table and the coffee table in front of the television had also been adorned with delightful stuff that we had bought in a shopping Christmas trip we did to Target last week.

            Now that we had a place of our own, it was the first time we put two red stockings on the fireplace with our names on them, and it was so lovely. 

            Nearly an hour into the tree decoration, we ran out of ornaments, and Noah decided to make a quick trip to a store in town to get some more. I told him it was not necessary. We could go together on Monday, but he insisted, given that tomorrow would be Sunday and the shops would be closed, and our tree would remain unfinished for another day and a half. 

            He pecked me on the lips as he zipped his winter jacket and left after grabbing the house and car keys from the small tray we kept in the entrance. I told him to drive safe, given that it was snowing outside. It wasn’t much but enough to cover the ground about two inches. 

            By the time Noah came back, not more than twenty minutes later, I was sat on the floor, busying myself rearranging the twinkling ornaments to sooth my OCD. I couldn’t shake the feeling that both sides of the tree were stuffed unevenly, and it was driving me nuts.  

            The content smile on my face fell as I looked towards the entrance, where he was struggling to remove his boots while his hands were fully occupied. I stood up, leaving a golden garland on the floor and quickly walked to him.  

            “What’s all this?” I asked, grabbing one of the boxes that he carried in his arms, clearing his vision, hitherto obscured by the cardboard monolith.  “You should’ve called me. I would have gone outside to help you bring these in.”

            “It’s freezing outside, baby. I didn’t want you to get cold. Besides, it wasn’t a problem.”

            “You would’ve probably tripped on the carpet and fallen on top of these,” I said, smiling sheepishly at him after I set the box I carried next to the tree. 

            “Yeah, and that would have been so much fun for you, right?”

            I moved my shoulders up and down, feigning an innocent expression. 

            “Yes, play good girl all you want, princess.” He set down the other box and removed his jacket, walking back to the house entrance to keep it in the main wardrobe. He came back, clad in his Bad Omens hoodie, sweatpants, and the winter socks that I had recently got him from a new shop that had opened in town. He took a seat on the carpet next to me. “How is it going?” He asked regarding my work during his absence. While waiting for my answer, he ripped the tape of one of the boxes and opened it, diving into its contents.

            “Well, how does it look?” I moved back, leaning on his shoulder so that we could assess the tree together from a small distance. 

            He hummed in satisfaction and proceeded to empty the boxes. There was so much stuff in them that I thought we would have to buy another tree, after all. Maybe a small one that we could put outside on the porch. Not a bad idea. 

            “Oh, you got the glittery ones?” I asked as I held a box of eight perfect Christmas balls painted in vibrant glossy red and coated with a golden layer of glitter. 

            “I know you said to get the plain shiny ones,” he replied, finishing unpacking and setting the different plastic bags and cases containing all kinds of ornaments in one side. “But these ones looked so good.”

            “There will be glitter everywhere for months. This thing is super static, but yeah, they look nice. Thanks.”

            As we busied ourselves unpacking some of the things, I noticed a couple of garlands and a satin ribbon that look extremely similar to the velvety ones that Noah kept upstairs, in our bedroom. I looked up at him, wondering what had been on his mind when he entered the Christmas shop downtown, but he was distracted removing the plastic from some other random decorations. 

            We spent the next hour finishing the tree. Two weeks ago, I had bought a ladder on Amazon, thinking that it would be helpful for events like this, but truth was that I hadn’t really thought much before purchasing it, and it ended up being pretty useless, especially when Noah was around. 

            After hearing his complaints about the ladder for a solid five minutes, I gave up and I asked him to pick me up, much to his satisfaction. He willingly crouched down (with a grin on his face) to let me hop onto his shoulders, and as he straightened up, the world beneath me transformed. Everything certainly looked different from up here, and it was also a bit scary. 

            “Be still,” I told him. The only way I could grab onto him as I set the star on top of the tree was by tightening my thighs against his head. 

            “Ease that grip, tigress. I’m not going to let you fall,” he replied, holding onto my thighs with his hands. 

When the final touch was complete, I clapped, full of joy. Noah, seizing the opportunity, thought it would be funny to start swaying right and left, threatening to dislodge me from his shoulders. I clutched at his hair, using it as an anchor and pulling whenever I thought I was going to fall down, and his laughter morphed into a sudden yelp of pain. I gave his shoulder a playful slap, scolding him, only to be met with another round of sways. I lost my balance, but he was prepared to catch me and wrapped his arms around me as I wrapped my limbs around his slender, towering frame. By the time I bit his neck, we were both laughing, filling the cozy space of our home with the sound. 

He trailed a path of kisses and lovely nib bites down my neck and sternum, causing me to shiver. Sensing my slight chill, Noah proposed starting a fire and preparing hot chocolate.

I was clearing out the plastic and empty envelopes strewn across the floor when he queried if I wanted cream and marshmallows on my drink. I wasn’t very keen on the cream, but that day I fancied some marshmallows, and I replied with a delighted “yes, please” from the living room. Even though the kitchen seamlessly melded into the living room, I was out of Noah’s sight, positioned on the other side of the sofa. In the background Christmas music played from a speaker nestled in a corner of the kitchen counter.  

The mug warmed up my hands when Noah offered to me. He kissed my hair and let me sit back down in front of the tree to wonder where we could put the rest of the new decorations. Noah took a seat in his favorite armchair, a cozy grey piece that we found in a second-hand furniture shop and that he had sent for repairing. He loved spending hours there when he was reading a book or whenever he was on a phone call that extended for too long. Whenever I was alone in the house or he was locked in his studio, I would steal his place and sit there myself, cozy up with a blanket and a good book and wait until he come back. He would feign shock at the fact that I was sitting on his favorite spot, he would pick me up and carry me to the sofa, where I would keep my hold on him to avoid him getting away. Many evenings that winter we had fallen asleep on the sofa, Noah on top of me, after a slow kissing session driven by our playful fight about the armchair. Some other times we would end up having delicious sex. 

            For a while, it was quiet in the house, the tranquil hush only interrupted by the occasional noise I made while playing around with the Christmas decorations. The air carried the warm essence of hot chocolate, infused with the comforting aroma of cinnamon and the warmth coming from the fireplace. As I took in how happy I was, I looked at Noah, who was responsible for making this dream of mine a reality. He was sat slouched in his armchair, scrolling down on his phone as he indulged in the warm drink. His legs were casually parted, and he looked so damn good in his black sweatpants. I knew from experience how good I fitted between those two legs. Memories from previous times sparked a sudden yearning, heat coiling up in the pit of my stomach. 

            In a matter of seconds, my attention shifted from the adorned tree and Christmas trinkets. I moved silently toward him, crawling my way between his legs until I was seated on my knees, on my heels, in front of him, right between his legs. I looked up and bat my eyelashes. 

            Noah moved the hand that was holding the mug aside and directed his gaze downward, meeting mine.  

            “Hi, there, pretty girl.”

            I licked my lips and slid my hands from his knees to his thighs.  

            “What are you doing?” He asked. Oh, he knew very well. “You wanna suck me?”

            “Yeah.”

            There was a moment of hesitation in his actions, probably because he was taking in my proposition and was being consumed by the sudden excitement inside of him. He kept the mug and his iPhone on a small wooden table by the armchair.

            “Go on, kitten.”

            One of his hands moved to the back of my head and encouraged me forward. My hands found the waistband of his sweatpants. I pulled them down alongside his underwear as he lifted his hips for two seconds. 

            My throat went dry at the sight in front of me. He was already half hard. I hadn’t even touched him, and he was already eager at the idea of my mouth on him. 

            I leaned down, opening my mouth. I licked the head once. It was salty, earthy. All man. I lapped at him again, hearing him hissing in a breath, and delved right into it, filling my mouth with his thickening length. His hands found the back of my head, fisting my hair. He buckled up slowly, forcing me to take him all in, until I had him at the back of my throat. My mouth felt overfull as I worked him back up and down, his little whimpers and curses filling my ears. 

            I moved back once, his hand freeing my hair and his cock slipping from my lips. I licked them, looking intently at him. He smiled wide and bright, and brushed some strands of hair out of my face and onto the back of my ear. 

            “Keep going, baby.”

            Taking a deep breath, I leaned in again, sliding his cock in against my tongue, setting a blistering pace. “That’s it. Fuck. Deeper? Yeah, just like that. Good girl.”

            The taste of him suffused me. I held onto his thighs as he slid in and out of my mouth. One of his hands found support on my hair again, something that he loved doing. I knew he was almost there as I felt him tensing his grip on my hair and how his hips snapped forward and his head fell back on the recliner. He was losing it. I was enamored with the image of him in that state, even if I couldn’t engorge myself too much on it because I was busy with his cock in my mouth. If anything, knowing how powerless he was in that moment, how vulnerable he was for me, I sucked him deeper, tightening my mouth around his thick length, and playing with my tongue as I felt him pulsing inside and I heard his whimpers increase. A salty liquid coated my tongue and the back of my throat. I struggled to swallow, but I did it as I slowly slid him out of me. 

            He muttered a curse as his whole body released from the high. I stayed on my knees, licking my lips, and watching him with utter adoration. I would spend the whole day worshipping him like this if he’d let me. 

            “I don’t know what Christmas gift you’re planning to get me, but trust me,” he said, taking a pause to regain his breathing, “nothing will beat this up.” 

            “I’ll take note of it,” I joked. 

            After a moment, he kicked his sweatpants away from his feet, bent forward and helped me get up from the floor. He lifted me onto him and settled me on his bare lap. 

            “What a lucky motherfucker I am,” he whispered. With a hand on the back of my neck, he pushed my face down onto his and I drowned in the kiss. 

            We kissed for a while, oblivious to the snow falling outside and the cracking of the fire behind us. When I pulled away, Noah’s cheeks were flushed pink. I moved a few strands of hair out of his face, and he studied mine for a second or two before picking me up and standing up. 

            “Is your period over?”

            I nodded. 

            “Choose: the kitchen isle or the carpet?”

            The idea of both scenarios made me wet.

Wetter. 

            “Both?” I appealed. 

            “Someone’s cheeky today, huh?” He noted with hint of amusement. 

He walked us to the kitchen isle. 

            “I’m feeling festive.”

            “Sure you are,” he replied, holding a laugh. 

            He set me on the isle, and I let out a little scream at the cold surface. I was wearing grey leggings and the layer of fabric was very thin. I could feel the cold spreading through every inch of my body. 

            “Don’t worry, baby. I’m going to heat you up so badly you’re going to beg me to switch on the AC.” 

            He captured my mouth in his again. He pushed me back, forcing me to lay down on my back, my skin protected by the white top and the oversized sweater I was wearing. He ordered to lift my hips and he removed my socks, leggings and underwear, eyeing them and lifting a brow. 

            “Someone’s very aroused,” he said, eyeing the embarrassing stain covering my panties. 

            “Clearly,” I replied, pointing with my eyes at his growing erection. 

            “Bratty girl”, his voice got muffled by the fabric of his hoodie and shirt coming out. 

            I was going to say something but then two of his fingers slid down my curls and then to my folds, and the words got stuck in my throat. 

            “Fuck, Noah.”

            “That’s what I’m gonna do: fuck you.” He slid a finger in. I closed my eyes, focusing on the sensation brought by the movement induced by his long finger, sliding in and out in a tortuous dance. “But I need to have a taste first. Isn’t it wonderful that this isle has the perfect size for me to get on my knees and dip my mouth between your legs?” 

            I didn’t have time to think or utter another word before his tongue was on me. I gasped and struggled for my next breath, but he didn’t care. He toyed with me, slipping another finger and fondling my walls, sticking to his promise of heating me up. I couldn’t feel the cold of the marble anymore. I could only feel his warmth breath on my skin, the texture of his tongue lapping at my clit. He was fucking talented, and I could only give in to his pleasure, which moved to another level when he moved back, stood up, and grabbed his cock in his hand to guide it towards my entrance. 

            “You look so pretty all wet and ready for me.”

            “Please…”

            His hand slid up my belly, making its way underneath the fabric of the sweater and the top until it reached one of my breasts. Holding onto it, he used his other hand to position his cock in my pussy. Then he pushed in. I grasped his tattooed forearms. He started thrusting, his face tense, his expression one of contained self-control. My nipple ached between his fingers, and my heels dig onto his backside as I urged him closer, deeper into me. 

            “Noah, I don’t think I’m going to be able to hold it for long,” I manage to mumble between cries. 

            “Well, I’m not ready to let you come yet.” 

Not a moment had passed that he slid his arms underneath my body and picked me up again, securing me against his frame with his arms and hands. He walked us to the center of the living room, by the Christmas tree. He sat me on the floor and told me to sit up the two seconds it took him to remove the remaining pieces of clothing I had on. I laid back down. The cracking from the fireplace and the scent of the two mugs of hot chocolate still lingering in the air, adding an extra layer of warm to our sweaty bodies.  

Confusion suddenly etched my features as I saw him taking my hot chocolate from the spot on the floor where I had left it. He took a sip, taking his time indulging in it. 

            “Lucky you,” he started saying, “the chocolate is still warm.” 

            He set it down next to my body, dipped his fingers in the chocolate and picked a marshmallow. A second after, he was playing with it around my nipple, leaving a trail of hot liquid chocolate around the peak of my breast. My breath was caught on my throat as I watched the lust in his eyes.

            “I’m gonna eat you all up,” he promised before he put the marshmallow in his mouth and descended into my breasts. 

He covered me in drops of warm liquid, watching my body shiver every time the chocolate touched my skin and smirking at the desperation showing and growing on my face. He repeated the same pattern for a few times, tracing drawings on my chest and stomach, chewing at the marshmallows and even putting one of them on my mouth, his tongue sliding too far down a couple of times and lapping at me once, twice. The last time he dipped his fingers in the mug, he led them to my mouth and asked me to lick them off, which earned me a sweet “good girl” from him. 

He gave up the rest of the hot chocolate and focused on the task of sinking himself on me again, but he stopped for just a second, eyeing the point where our bodies where about to merge, then guiding his gaze to me. 

            “Do we have any condoms here?” He asked, looking around as if remembering where we had placed the last box we bought. 

            “No…” I answered. A thought raced my mind. It had been there before, but I had never really said it aloud. Until now. I swallowed and said in a low voice, “It’s okay.” 

            “It’s okay?” He repeated, eyebrows furrowed. 

            I started smiling and he knew me too well to discern what my expression meant. 

            “Do you mean I can…? I can do it inside?” His pupils expanded.

“Yes.”

“Are you sure?”

            I nodded impatiently. 

            “This means… Pff,” he sat back on his heels, looking down as if suddenly lost in thought. He raked a hand through his hair. “Are you thinking about…?”

            “Yeah…” I whispered. I sat up to run two fingers down the side of his face. I didn’t have to say it out loud to know that the same images were crossing his mind. The bottom of the tree filled with Christmas gifts and a few kids running around, chasing each other, filling the house with their sweet and loud laughs, and Noah and me looking at them from the sofa, where we were cuddled up in each other’s arms, drinking hot chocolate. 

“Well, now I can’t definitely shake off the idea of having a little you driving me crazy around this house,” he suddenly stated. 

“So…?”

“So,” his body covered mine, his eyes diving into mine. “I’ll ask one more time. Are you sure? You want me to fill you up?”

“Yes.”

“This is— You are gonna be the death of me. Wait a second.” 

He ruffled through the stuff set on the floor, toppling one of the boxes containing the glittery balls. They scattered around in all direction, rolling beneath the tree and weaving through our legs. He moved them aside until he found the satin ribbon. 

I knew it. 

            He requested for my hands, and I offered them to him, the inner side of my wrists gently meeting. With practiced precision, it took him less than a minute to tie them up in a very elaborate knot that showed off his skills in the art of Shibari. He had been interested in it for a long time, having read plenty of books. However, it wasn’t until one evening, filled with a hint of shyness, that he approached me and asked if he could try it on me. Surprisingly for the two of us, we both enjoyed it, leading to an ongoing exploration where he continued to refine his arts on my body.  

Once tied, he let them rest over my belly for a second and admired me, flush filling up my cheeks. 

            “My perfect Christmas gift,” he said. 

            “I’m naked,” I replied, a bit self-conscious.

            “That’s how I like my presents: unwrapped but tied. Now be good, yeah? Or else, Santa will not bring you any presents.” 

“I have mine exactly where I want it…” I smirked and Noah mirrored my expression as he lowered his head to kiss me. It was soft, gentle, passionate. His lips molding to mine in a way that would drive me insane anytime. I would remember his taste and his scent for ages and ages.  

With my arms positioned a top of my head, his mouth claimed mine again and his body filled mine, every inch of skin touching, gliding against each other as we started moving.

We fucked relentlessly, my screams increasing with every thrust, filling up our house. The sweat covering Noah’s body intensifying as waves of heat enveloped us not only from the fire burning mere meters away from us, but from the one growing and growing inside of our bodies. 

When the moment came, I wanted to witness his expression with my own eyes. I was a prisoner underneath his body, but he was mine to admire and adore.

“Noah, look at me. Keep your eyes on me.”

But it was too much. His gaze bore into mine, but his features were tensing and a muscle in his jaw ticked until he couldn’t hold it any longer and he sank his head in my neck with a primal growl.

            It was the first time he came inside of me, and I never heard him groaning the way he did that afternoon as he emptied himself inside of me. I was overcome by a new and strange sensation. A part of him was now inside of me and would stay with me forever. It was different than saying he occupied a place in my heart. This was totally, undoubtedly different. This was physical. Primal. And I loved it. I wanted to stay in that moment, in that warmth that spread inside of me, his pulse beating against my walls. 

            I moved my tied arms and put them over his head, around his neck, until my fingers could graze the sweaty hair at the back of his neck. He struggled to regain his breathing. The weight of his entire body laid on mine. 

            “You look so pretty when you’re coming,” I said softly.

            Noah’s shy laugh against my neck, below my ear, made me giggle underneath him.

            “You’re spoiling me, you know?” He said, nibbling at my jaw. Even though his face remained hidden, I could see in my mind the flush that covered his cheeks every time I complimented him. 

            “I want to make you happy.”

            “You’re my happiness,” he replied. A kiss laid on the pulse of my neck.

            “That’s sweet.” 

            He touched my cheek, and finally lifted his head from the crook of my neck. Tattooed knuckles tenderly grazing against my skin. 

            “I’m not lying.”

            “I know.”

            I kissed him. He kept me in his embrace for a while, taking a moment to check my face, move the hair out of it, and make sure I was okay.

He straightened up on his knees and pulled out softly, making us both feel the last trace of our union. He looked attentively at the point in which our bodies stopped being connected, and I heard him say “it’s all inside, fuck,” and a smile tugging at a corner of his lips before he got up. He told me to wait as he went to the bathroom to grab some wipes and clean us up a bit. 

I heard him curse from the bathroom downstairs a few seconds later. 

            “Is something wrong?” I asked from the floor.

            “My dick's got glitter in it!” 

            “I told you about the glittery balls!” 

            “You’re telling me!”

I cracked up at his reply. Then I heard him muttering: “How the fuck did it get here?” 

I could picture him holding his dick with one hand, observing his length and his glittery balls and trying to remove the small particles with a tissue paper. 

            When he came back, he was holding a packet of wipes in one hand, his dick hanging lose between his legs, softening, but he still looked as much a man as he looked when he was pounding inside of me. 

I loved him with all my soul, and I would never stop feeling lucky for getting to call him mine.

            “What a cute little Christmas thing you are, aren’t you?” He said when he noticed that my thighs and belly were also shining with particles of glitter that had glued to my skin. 

I was laying down by the Christmas tree, covered in glitter, all flushed and used. 

            “I’m still tied.”

            I hadn’t bothered to move because I felt… euphoric. Nothing had changed. Yet, everything could have. I still felt Noah’s liquid drip inside of me and it was… strange yet welcome. And the thought that I could be pregnant in the next minutes, if not already, had me floating in a dream. 

            “And if I had my way, you would stay like that for hours while I eat you out and make you come over and over again,” he said, looking down at me from his full height. 

            Noah knelt beside me and untied me. His warm hands massaged my wrists briefly before he extracted a couple of wipes from a thick plastic envelope. As the damp cool cotton touched my skin, I startled. 

            “Cold?” he asked.

            “Yeah.”

            “Sorry,” he apologized, and maneuvered my body so that I was closer to the fireplace. The comforting warmth enveloped me, and I just stared at the flickering flames for a while, taking in the events of the evening, a sense of satisfaction and tranquility settling over me.

            Suddenly, I felt Noah’s hand on my tummy. When I turned my head, he was lying face down on the carpet next to me, his head propped on one hand while his other was caressing the skin of my belly. 

            “I’ve never felt anything quite like it before,” he confessed in a hushed tone, gaze fixed on my body. We had always used condoms, and if not, he had always pushed out before he orgasmed. “That was incredible. Thanks.” 

            “Maybe this will be our Christmas gift,” I replied, placing my hand on top of his. 

            Noah studied our joined hands, his smile widening. There was a glint in his eyes that filled my heart with happiness. 

            Leaning down, he kissed me, whispering a slow and tender “I love you” against my lips. My response echoed his three words. 

I brushed some strands of wild hair away from his face. 

            He peppered some kisses down my shoulder. 

            “Want to take a shower?”

            “I think we actually need it,” I acknowledged. “Might help us remove that glitter.” 

I looked down at him. Indeed, his dick had glitter in it. I just needed to tie a bow with that red ribbon and tadah! My Christmas gift!

            “Don’t you even think about sharing this with the guys. They would never let me see the end of it.” 

            The topic clouded my other thoughts, and I found myself laughing as Noah helped me up. I couldn’t restrain myself as he pushed us towards the bathroom in the main suite upstairs, and by the time our naked feet hit the cold tiles in the shower, we were both cracking up. 

[majorproblems77]

ITS LU UPDATE TIME!!!

AND IT IS ALL ABOUT SKY AND IM SO EXCITED :DDDDD

You know what that means! It means a long post by me! :D

Cant wait to be excited about my blorbo for like 30 minutes, so sit get some popcorn and like some earplugs cause i will try to contain my screaming but I've been waiting for more Sky stuff and I'm so excited!!!!

For point, and because I keep forgetting, all the panels I'll be talking about belong to JoJo and @linkeduniverse

Let's do this!

Alright lets get this out of the way first, I love some parallels right, So as per usual, if I need a panel from anything prior I'll let you know where it's from!

So what do you think he asked him.

Hey sir! Have you seen a guy with a big flag on his back going way to fast come through there?

Man is just like, oh yeah he went that way past the forge that your other weird fellows were at earlier.

He run, Then he hero stop. Power pose activated, target acquired. Then he run some more

Run my blorbo run!

Genuinely interested in what exactly this is, Is it a map? Is it a list of places? Is it a paper with time shift shenanigans in it?

I'm not versed in the postman, Is this normal, or did he do this cause he heard Sky and wanted him to think he was waiting?

This face has be dead. (/pos) I love him so much my dear blorbo its been too long since we saw you last.

Putting this together for 1 reason

Postman is a dick, Sky was so close, That can't be more than 10 or so metres at most. Poor man ran across Town out of town to catch up to you for you to go sprinting off into the woods, and my man is full on Olympic sprinting to deliver this mail geesus.

Also, the compulsory return of the king 🧍, Sky is the king of this pose and will not be beaten. Although Legend comes pretty close.

God the expressions in this update are top tier, Sky is just so expressive. Right now, Man is thinking why he does this to himself.

I'm fucking cackling, this art is amazing and Jojo's sister did an amazing job. Like I feel like I can hear this picture with that teasing tone that my siblings would use on me when we were younger. God I love it.

So even though Sky is looking towards Legend here, so I'm totally under the impression that Legend said Wahhhh, and Hyrule said I cant run. As Hyrule was with wars When they got split up initally. Poor Sky, man has become the butt of jokes. Im glad Four is giving them a look, He doesn't look impressed. Its okay Sky, you've got a friend in Four behind you. :D

War's is the real MVP of this arc in my opinion, Man has been in charge of the ragtag chain while Time has been out of action looking over Twilight. He's at the end of his tether.

Part of me wonders if this is going to impact his fighting going forward? Maybe he'll slip up because he's so stressed. He knows not all of them are knighted. These heroes he is with are NOT soldiers and he can't treat them as such.

And this sentence. Don't Interrupt! sounds like he is scolding rowdy recruits, rather than fellow heroes.

Which if you think about it, Sky is giving essentially a scouting report here, He scouted ahead and has returned to speak about his findings. War's is a captain, in his era he's a commanding officer. He's taken reports of this kind before.

Having a panel with Time, Wild and Twilight in Gives me more life than i think i give it credit for. (I am in the crowd that there's a family connection between these three.)

It's also nice to see Wild, like genuinely smiling.

Moving on

Hero pose again! :D

I love this man

These panels are very important to me so give me a moment while I explain.

Sky probably has her words engrained in his mind. You can see the questioning look, and thinking. "Is this going to work?"

That eternal dream That he's talking about, he knows her power is faded, but he's going to try anyway. I just didn't think he would use it to track what I can only assume is the postman.

It's really nice to have Sky's relationship with the master sword put on display. It means a lot to me and has brought me great Joy through this update.

He cares about her. And even if she can't talk to him anymore. He still trusts her to lead him true.

And this panel breaks my heart! Something inside of him probably really hoped Fi would speak to him or give him more of an indication. Sky looks so sad.

I just wanna hug him, and tell him it'll be alright. He's probably thinking about turning around at this point. Maybe he's thinking about how some members of the chain perceive Fi.

A soulless weapon.

(Or maybe im thinking too much into this)

The way his faith is restored!

Fi did lead him! She did! She's still there somewhere, and his shock! Oh my boy. My sweet blorbo,

And having used like super zoom on that last panel, MY BOY IS SMILING! :D

RUN BLORBO RUN I BELIEVE IN YOU!

(Also appreciation for the full body shot's we've got of Sky from this update, I love it so much I love him so much.)

Did I go hunting for the references, Yes I Did.

I think the following area is the area where they pull Twilight too, rather than the battle field and he then moved on from here to get to the battle field.

From sunset pt4

The pillar behind Sky has the only slant I can think of. It looks to be the same angle, but that could just be me.

If it is that location, it might be closer to that battlefield than we originally (Or at least I originally) assumed.

(If you've got any other places let me know!)

God i love him

Blorbo beloved! Is about as shocked as i am with the whole Mailman thing.

The confidence of this man is unreal. He's ready, he's moving he's going. He's going and ain't going to stop.

Me absolutely yelling at how this portal looks, it so ANGRY, But we know the Shadow is pissed right now. And if the shadow is making these portals and he's angry. I think the chain might be in for a surprise as they move on to the next location.

Which if I have to be honest. I think is going to be Skyloft. I think we are moving into a Sky arch, having had a Twilight Arc. (I also really want to see Skyloft in this universe, and there's an opportunity here. We've had more master sword things. We've had Sky content. who knows where Jojo will take this next, but I'm excited either way.)

Finally back to the chain! :D

The gremlins return :D

Wind's little 3:< face as he's thinking is giving the energy of an upcoming detective arch, He is thinking and he is thinking HARD okay.

Poor Sky. Man has been running around doing all the hard work while the rest of them just enjoy themselves. Hyrule especially is kinda like 'Ohhh... our bad...'

It's actually a kinda guilty look, maybe he feels a little bad about the teasing from earlier?

Now i gotta mention the potion thing, cause its just so damn funny not too. Sky my blorbo slow down you are gonna choke on the stamina potion.

But.

I want to focus on War's here.

And Wild too.

These two. These two are important.

Wild has gone from happy and chill vibes to Oh shit real quick.

After everything he put into the Shadow, while the shadow was injured and watched as the thing exploded. It just decided to come back or something. And Wild, here I imagine is thinking, "How was that not enough..."

Now Wars.

War's is Stood not looking at anything, In fact, I think he's looking past Time. The last thing he said was a two word scolding but apart from that he's been awfully quiet. Now he looks like he's thinking. He's closed off, protective.

The only time I can see where he does this is when he's in what I'm going to call, 'Captain mode.' So, When he's flicked something in his head that tells him he has to be a knight.

He dosent do it often, in fact from what I can see he does it 4 other times.

In order

Devine dark reflections pt 8 - when he's talking about knighthood with Sky and Hyrule

Sunset pt11 - When talking about Wild, and the fact that he's left

Sunset pt13 - When speaking to Twilight about pulling his own weight

Dawn pt 2 - when Twilight is talking about the team they are.

And now here in Dawn 7 - Where they are discussing the fact that an enemy they fought escaped or survived.

All conversations I would assume a captain would have to have with his men at one point or another. I wonder what He's thinking here. It's got me thinking.

Woah, So this took me longer than I thought. I am on the 4-hour mark now. Lmaoooo

Hope you enjoyed it! Thanks for listening to me ramble for like 20 minutes.

And just remember

Sky is the sweet bestest blorbo beloved and I love him. :D

Thanks for coming to my tedtalk.

[lu-sn]

Rank the VegasPete kisses 😈

suz i stg this ask is gonna get me super mega cancelled. when you find my mangled body in a decrepit alleyway tell my family i loved them

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6. i love you, pete.

listen, no okay, LISTEN, put down your pitchforks, this is an s-tier kiss okay, i know!!!!! I KNOW BUT EVERY VEGASPETE KISS IS INSANE!!!! SOMETHING HAS TO BE AT THE BOTTOM

i did and still do think it's a lil cray cray of vegas to say he's in love with pete like ten days after dicking him down, but the blood-streaked mouths and vegas's devastated face as he pushes pete away afterwards sure do make up for it

5. you must suffer until i'm satisfied

the thing that gets me about this one is the total lack of artifice on vegas's part. despite every touch of his before this having been part of a long, cruel, twisted performance, this one is so gentle. so unassuming. a gift, more than anything else.

the conversation after is critical to their relationship, and i'm not sure pete would have wanted to open himself up like that without this kiss as proof of vegas's... sincerity? vegas isn't playing a game anymore — and pete can finally stop playing too.

4. psycho

head in hands!!! i can't believe this isn't in the top 3 someone send me to jail rn

i don't need to talk about this yall Know. third eye opened brain chemistry rewired brainrot permanently acquired "you like me like this" "i know exactly what i want" the way their hands paw at each other the way vegas smiles the way pete's KNEES GO WEAK I'M FOREVER SCREAMING

3. you're the most important person in my life

ugly sobbing in the gutter they trust each other they cherish each other they're going to work so hard to stay together they're coming together as EQUALS in the LIGHT AFTER THE STORM I'M—

it's the way they cradle each other's faces in their hands, okay. it's the unbearable tenderness, and it's the promises they're making to each other!!! that shit just gets me real bad 😭

2. (we only kiss people we like)

their entire sex scene is characterized by an unexpected, intense tenderness, and this last kiss is really the nail in the coffin for me. the way pete is leaning up into this, chasing vegas's mouth — the way vegas is so unbelievably soft as he presses himself into pete — the space they've carved out together in the darkness for this moment of startling intimacy — something has changed here, in both of them. and it's going to be their undoing.

1. i need you, pete.

I DON'T CARE IF YOU DISAGREE WITH ME I WILL DIE ON MY LITTLE HILL THIS IS THE BEST KISS IN THE ENTIRE SHOW. SCREENSHOTS DO NOT DO IT JUSTICE. vegas is TREMBLING into this kiss he is TERRIFIED he's made an awful awful mistake and he's about to lose the best thing he's ever had he is CLINGING TO PETE trying to press all of his monstrous love into pete's skin i'm so sorry i didn't mean it i need you i will worship you look at how gentle i can be with you? look at how desperately i want to cherish you please please pete don't leave me MY GOD I AM CHEWING ON THE WALLS IT HURTS SO GOOD

and pete is so vulnerable to this kind of touch. he's shaking too, he's gasping and sobbing and almost can't believe what he's about to do in return. pete intends for this to be their last kiss — and vegas has no idea.

[brucewaynehater101]

Oh fuck, hi, I'm the anon who sent the the Waltz's World au

Something I forgot to mention was a scene I removed but was gonna describe in bullet points instead, probably cuz of burnout or poor memory or whatever

So a scene I considered writing but never went through with was one where all the Batkids are in the Batcave during a time they beforehand confirmed neither the Bat or his allies would be in it except whoopsie daisies Bruce did a surprise visit

Bruce is walking down into the batcave off-schedule, and when he enters it, he sees all his vigilante kids which alarms him because he didn't want to reveal his identity yet

And then without noticing Bruce there, they all detransform back into the Wayne kids, and afterwards they realized they accidentally revealed all their idenitities to their dad, who they already know is Batman but does he know that?

Either Bruce puts two and two together, realizes his kids who have been vigilantes by his side this entire time always knew he was Batman and now Bruce, Alfred and Barbara have to tackle the fact the Wayne Kids are Waltz's World

Or the Wayne kids successfuly trick Bruce into thinking that they believe Bruce and Batman are dear friends/allies and now Bruce has to tackle this knowledge and keep a facade of being two people until he's ready to reveal he is Batman

Either way it's gonna be an emotional rollarcoaster all the way

Honestly the reveal for Barbara and Alfred would be an emotional rollarcoaster since they know Waltz's World and the Wayne Kids but view them differently cuz civillians =/= vigilantes until they do

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Also I think I forgot to mention that Cassandra uses the vigilante name Orphan in this au

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Tim would pass down Robin to Damian and become Red Robin since the batkids have a closer and healthier relationship with eachother

and I think it goes without saying that Tim's relationship with gender in this au is gonna be a rollarcoaster (not that the others journeys wont be) since said identity was acquired from a wish to be treated like an object because it believed (at least subconciously) that that would get it more love from its parents; being seen as a thing instead of their own son, so Robin's gonna have to look inside itself and ask "what am I? Son and Heir of the Drake family, treasure of the Waltz, who am I?" so uh. yeah. fuck

Dick would be in actual tears if Tim figured out and confessed why his Waltz pronouns wound up being it/its

Hello again! That scene would definitely be a woozy (all of them at once sounds chaotic in a fun way). Also, your concept of Alfred and Barbara having separate feelings for the other batkids due to civilians being quite different from vigilantes makes so much sense. I wonder how often they saw each persona before the reveal (Alfred wouldn't have much of a reason to meet the vigilantes due to them "not knowing" Bruce is Batman). It feels like Alfred would have a relationship with them only through what Bruce relays to the older man.

I agree that the batkids would most likely have a better and closer relationship with these dynamics (particularly because Bruce as a father/authority figure isn't meddling with their dynamics to each other).

With the it/its, one would have to be careful to navigate that situation. Those pronouns are perfectly acceptable and fine to use [hence why I have it in my bio], but they have been used against queer folks. There is a very distinct difference between using the pronouns as pronouns and using them in a derogatory manner. People have different feelings about using it/its pronouns (especially between individuals who use it), but one of the reasons some use them is seeing one's identity as nonhuman (like those comments that one's gender is a cryptic goblin in the woods). I think Tim could, in this AU specifically, move from a belief that it needs to become a tool for the Drakes in order to be loved into the notion that it's a cherished being. It probably agrees and disagrees with the statement, "Tim is a human."

Perhaps it's changing appearance (people see it as whomever they want to protect) also fits into its perception of self. It also likely does identify as agender or gender void.

Tim will have to grapple with its trauma, but seeing itself as not quite human is completely okay! I'm sure you, the wonderful asker, know this already. I just wanted to clarify for anyone unfamiliar with it/its pronouns

For those who want to see more of this AU, I linked it below. The post is very long, though

[didyoulookforme]

hi queen...... post! matty fucking himself alone queen......... i'm so normal can you tell CAN YOU TELL oh dear god i need him so bad

thank you for keeping me (in)sane, lena. i missed you <3

sooooo.... on to matty fucking himself because these are totally normal thoughts to have. yes. following off this.

apologies for any grammar & spelling errors in my nonsensical rambles.

it happens on a week when you're away visiting your family. you and matty have been together for a while now, so he has keys to your place to come and go as he pleases because he still lives with roomie hann and, while he loves him dearly, he'd much rather be at your space.

one day after a sweaty work shift, he comes over because even though it's only been about 48 hours of you being gone, he does miss you. he also just needs to shower asap and your place happens to be closer to his. once the water grows cold and he finally makes it out of the bathroom, he goes in your walk-in closet to look for some clothes and as he is doing so, he bumps into the box he now knows all too well. it's black, scuffed, covered with various band stickers and a taped photo of matty sticking his tongue out because, of course, he had to put it there so you would think of him whenever you used any of the sex toys kept inside.

he doesn't really ponder much before opening it to gaze at the collection of items you've acquired. never would he have guessed that you'd be so into sex toys from the first time he met you. you radiated nothing but sweetness and softness which he immediately adored. thus it was a much welcome shock to his system (and dick, let’s be honest) when he first got to use that pale blue vibrator to get you off. he’d be lying if he said he didn’t pleasure himself to the memories of watching you cum all over his leg that afternoon.

it’s no surprise that is the same toy which catches his eye and grabs before making his way over to your bed, not really caring that he left a damp towel on your closet floor and didn’t end up finding himself any clothes.

while matty is a sex fiend, experimenting with toys on himself was never something that he really considered. yes, he’d used them to pleasure others, including yourself, but it wasn’t until one night with you that he realized how fucking good it feels. that’s the time when you placed a vibrator under the head of his dick and he pretty much came right away, not being able to control himself from the intense sensation. so this is exactly what he is doing now, lying on your side of the bed with wet, messy curls on your pillow, so he can feel you somewhat close since you’re not there to do it for him.

it doesn’t take long for his legs to start shaking, his moans growing louder even if no one can hear him. one hand holds the base of his cock while the other keeps the toy flush against that sweet spot, and not even a couple minutes later, he abruptly stops as he starts losing control over his own body, instantly feeling lightheaded at the fact that he ruined his own orgasm. a string of mumbled swears leaves his lips as he inhales deeply so he can regain a sense of composure, all before fumbling through your bedside drawer to pull out a nearly empty bottle of lube.

matty almost, almost feels guilty as he pours some of the silky liquid onto his fingers and begins to coat his hole with it. he knows how much you like doing that for him and wishes it could be your hand instead as you know exactly how to make him fall apart.

it’s not the first time he’s had his fingers in his ass, but it is the first time that he uses a vibrator, making him feel full and reach that spot that makes him delusional. to be fair, he’s always wanted to try this with you as he knows you’d enjoy the hell out of it. still, part of him wanted to try it on his own to see how it’d feel as to not disappoint you in the off chance it wasn’t his thing.

oh, but he was wrong. so, so wrong.

it feels fucking amazing.

the gentle vibrations as he pumps the toy in and out of his hole… the way it makes his dick twitch and leak against his stomach… how it makes his body tremble from head to toe…

but what pushes him to the edge is knowing that it will feel one million times better when you’re the one fucking him.

as he’s still trying to catch his breath, his phone buzzes and he can’t help but laugh after opening the text. he’s on your bed, stomach covered with cum from fucking himself, with a message from you asking “what are you up to? keeping yourself busy?”

it’s almost like you knew exactly what he was doing at that same moment in time :)

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he does admit to you that he fucked himself, and when he does, you two literally cannot wait to go back to your place and order the perfect strap so you can rail him senseless. obviously, he still manages to find a way to be in control with a strap-on up his ass, though <3

[letsdeerintheheadlightsuniverse]

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Pairing: Izzy Hands x gn!reader

Synopsis: Some bad habits are hard to break, and despite his best attempts to be kind, Izzy still manages to mess things up between you.

A/N: And we are back with the second chapter! Thank you for giving this fanfiction a chance. Every like and reblog means the world to me.

Content Warning: Self-depricating inner monologues, reference to the Kraken's torment and torture in Season 2, mutual pining and Izzy being a dick. This series is 18+, so minors dni. Go away (politely).

DISCLAIMER: PLEASE DO NOT REPOST, REPUBLISH, OR TRANSLATE MY WORK ANYWHERE WITHOUT MY EXPLICIT PERMISSION. I DO NOT OWN OFMD OR ANY OF ITS CHARACTERS. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.

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It had to be noted that, the First Mate of the Revenge was indeed, a man of few words. And the few words that left his lips, were usually either a command or a curse. Though that was not quite strictly true when it came to addressing someone such as yourself. It had not gone unnoticed by the crew that, there was a certain softening of Izzy's tone, whenever he addressed you directly. His curses were said more in jest, than in true anger and there was something akin to fondness in his gaze, as he stared at you for longer than what was considered appropriate from a friend.

While some called Buttons a Sea Witch, perhaps it was you, who was the true magic wielder. Had you not ensnared the First Mate with your powers of compassion and competency? Though you sang no siren song like Swede, you had managed to captivate the mind and heart of the most austere person on the Revenge. If that were not the work of sorcery, then what else coukd it be?

Even now, as Izzy patrolled the deck, barking his usual commands and vulgar threats, there was no denying he kept glancing at the entrance to the hull, where you would be found within the ship's kitchen, helping Roach plan ahead for the upcoming storm.

"I mean look at him, the man's like a lovesick puppy." Lucius scoffed, as he watched the silver-haired pirate like a hawk, scrutinising over every movement and twitch with a level of surveillance that would put even the keenest-eyed night watcher to shame.

Cringing at the verbal observation, Oluwande dared to look in the general direction of the First Mate, whom had thankfully, not seemed to have paid attention to the scribe's declaration. "Sssh, Lucius. He'll hear you."

"Yeah, babe. I love you but you gotta keep your voice down." Pete agreed, taking the rope from his betrothed and making quick work of the shirked task, seeming happy enough to complete the work for them both.

Smirking at the horrified reactions, Lucius looked like a cat who had gotten the cream. Since his lover had taken charge of securing some nearby barrels, he took the opportunity to light himself a cigarette. "Good. I want him too because then, maybe if he does, he'll grow a pair of balls and actually do something about the situation."

"Have they seriously not confessed anything to each other yet?" Archie questioned, genuinely surprised that it had taken you both so long to finally couple up. In the same amount of time, she herself had managed to acquire two partners. Your dire situation did cause the pirate to question whetger or not you were absolutely useless when it came to the matter of love.

"Not according to (y/n), no."

"I wish they'd hurry up. I've got good money riding on them getting together before the next full moon." Wee John grumbled, as he carried a barrel passed the gossiping group. He had invested several coins into the outcome of your poorly-timed love life and by he'll or by high water, he was going to get a good return on his investment- even if it meant locking you and Izzy in the store cupboard himself. Hell, he'd shove you both into a burlap sack, if he thought it would boost his chances on winning the bet.

"You and me both." Archie scoffed.

He could hear them. Not clearly enough to make out what they were saying but enough to hear the sound of constant nattering. It was incessant, irritating. Like having tge constant buzz of a pesky wasp in you vicinity. Izzy longed for his days on the Queen Anne, where tge crew we focused on work, not idle chatter. Judging by the way that Lucius fellow kept glaring at him, the First Mate surmised that he was the topic of conversation. "Oi! You lot," he yelled, having finally reached the end of his patience. "I told you to prep the ship, not stand around gossiping like washer women!" leaning heavily against the railing, Izzy let out a string of curse words. Whilst not a religious man, he did ask whatever deity was listening, to give him strength and the will power to not throw someone overboard. "Fucking useless."

"Hey, Izzy."

He tensed at that familiar sound, that voice that never failed to stir something dark and wonderful within his soul. It brought to life a part of him he thought permanently dead. Turns out, it was just in a state of dormancy, waiting to be awakened at the right time. Or, at least of Izzy, the right person. "Aren't you supposed to be helping Roach lock down the pantry?" to an untrained ear, his lack of greeting might have sounded barbed and unwelcoming but you knew him better than that. The silver-haired pirate might have even gone so far as to say, you were the only one who knew him as well as himself.

The average person started a conversation with 'hello' but your dear Israel Hands was less conventional in his approach. "Yeah, we just finished. Oh, I brought you some tea. Thought you might appreciate it." you offered him one of the steaming cups of tea in yiur grasp. With a word of thanks, you both took a moment to savour the first sip, letting the warmth run through your veins and stave of tge slight chill in the air. "How's it going up here?"

"We'll be dead in the water come daybreak, if this lot don't do their fucking job right!" he all but screamed the final part of the sentence, easily earning himself a chorus of 'fuck off, Iggy' and 'we're doing our best here, dude!'

Your cheshire cat grin only grew, as you relished in the harmless feud between the crew and the First Mate. "Wow, that good, huh?" you teased, nudging Izzy with your elbow.

"Can you go down there and help 'em when you're finished with your tea? I need someone with half a braincell to check the sails are secured properly." he implored, pinching the bridge of his nose, as a migraine already started to form. Already feeling overwhelmed, the last thing Izzy needed was to add 'check the twats had correctly prepped the rigging' to his never-ending list of chores.

Sensing his palpable stress, you were quick to place a gentle hand on his shoulder in reassurance. Though public displays of affection were not common between you both, you speculated that since the pirate had not flinched but in fact, leaned into your touch, that he was comfortable with the gesture. "No problem, boss." his returned smile did not quite meet his eyes but a win was a win. You had at least eased Izzy of one burden. "How bad is the storm looking?"

When your hand eventually dropped from his arm, it took everything in Izzy's power to keep his voice steady, as he gave an answer to your question. Oh, how he longed to take your hand in his and place it back in his arm, so that he may feel your gentle warmth through the material of his shirt once more. "If Ed's calculations are correct, which they usually are, then...bad."

"Sounds like it'll be fun." you sighed, your attention now on the looming, dark grey clouds the besmirched the periwinkle skies with the promise of rain and turmoil.

While you were distracted by the landscape, Izzy was preoccupied by you. That was it, just you. There were not a multitude of opportunities in the day, where the First Mate had the chance to be this close to you. Where he could drink in your appearance, under the guise of merely being invested in your conversation. It felt wrong to him to be so infatuated with someone, who quite frankly, would never return his feelings but he was a starved man. Taking in every moment, every snippet of closeness he could get, until one day, your heart belonged to another.

Sometimes, he liked to delude himself and believe- just for a moment- that your kindness, your patience towards him, were all a hint towards you sharing his adoring sentiments. That perhaps, you could indeed fall for someone so wretched and broken as him.

The illusion never lasted long. Such fairytales of beauties falling so hopelessly in love with a beast were nothing but children's stories. The very same fairytales found in Stede's library, no doubt. And Izzy, well, Izzy was nothing if not a realist. He knew that you only tolerated him because you felt forever in his debt for saving your life. The silver-haired pirate had told you time and time again that you did not owe him anything but being as stubborn as you are, he doubted that you had paid him any mind. "Where are you staying tonight?" he asked, tone softer than he would have liked. Keeping up appearances around you was nearly impossible.

"I'm gonna bunk up with Oluwande, Jim, and Archie. They've got space on the floor of their cabin."

It was a relief, he mused, that at least you would be sleeping somewhere safe tonight, rather than in the communal space with the others. Still, Izzy could not help but wonder what it would be like, to offer you his own cabin to stay in. He would sleep on the floor, of course, he was a gentleman after all- well, that was debatable but he did possess some morals and understanding of social etiquette- and the last thing the pirate would want to do, was force you into an uncomfortable situation but no. Instead, he kept his yearnings to himself and responded in his usually curt manner. "That's good."

"What about you?" you asked, wondering if Izzy had plans on how he was going to ride out the storm. You assumed alone. Although, you felt a pang of jealously towards the non-existent crewmate, who may one day occupy the same living quarters as the man you were hopelessly besotted with. It was silly really, to feel resentment for someone who had not yet joined the team of misfit pirates and yet, it was inevitable that they would soon in the near future, waltz into Izzy's life and give him the love he most deserved. And as much as it pained you to accept your fate, you knew that could never be you.

"What about me?" he shrugged, unaware of your inner turmoil.

Correct, it could never be you who had the privilege to wake up beside him everyday or have the chsnce to call him yours. He would never see you as anything but some wounded creature he had saved from the brink of death. Certainly not worthy of courting the infamous Israel Hands. "Well-"

But before you could answer, Izzy caught sight of something. No, someone watching you both talk. Lucius. Fuck, he loathed that young man. He could not quite fathom what it was about the scribe that made his blood boil but just seeing him standing there, occasionally whispering something to Pete and smirking, as he cast a glance in your general direction, made Izzy see red.

Then it clicked. The oncoming storm. Of course. Those bastards. They knew of his past, thanks to Fang. No doubt they had told you the story too about how as a young sailor, he had not been able to keep down the contents of his stomach during a storm. Fuck, that nicknane too. You must have been revolted by him. Thought him completely and utterly pathetic. "-Look, whatever those twats have been saying, it's not true. I threw up one time-" Izzy began to defend himself, hoping it was not too late to salvage his reputation.

"-Oh, shit. No, I'm not referring to that. Fuck." you were quick to interrupt his rambling explanation. Sure, yeah, you knew the origin of his nickname, Izzy the Spewer but the story had not altered your opinion of the pirate. So, he threw up! Big deal. So had you during your first storm, and no one had bothered to call you, (y/n) the vomiter. "I just know that, storms bring up a lot of memories for some of the crew." you further explained, hoping he woukd catch the underlying meaning behind your words. "If you catch my drift?"

It took a moment but then a flicker of understanding sparked within Izzy's eyes, as he fully understand your insinuation. "Ah."

"Yeah." you smiled meekly, hoping not to trigger any unwanted memories for the pirate. All you wanted was to assure him that, if he needed comfort, you would be more than willing to provide him with comfort and company until the rain ceased and the skies became agate blue once more. "Will...will you be okay? Tonight, that is."

He knew, somewhere deep down. Deep, deep down, that your asking after his wellbeing was not an attack on his character, that you did not view him as weak for what had happened those many moon cycles ago, when the Kraken had stole him of his leg. This was your way of saying, "Hey, I'm here for you. If you need me", right?

Wrong. The poisonous voice of reasoning whispered in his ear, reminding him not to bet soft and be so sentimental. Of course you pitied him. How coukd you not? He was a disgrace. A washed up has been of a legend, who could no longer ride the coat tails of Blackbeard anymore. You were not offering him anything in the way of kindness, you were just reminding him of yet another mistake in his checkered past.

Before he could stop himself, the words left his lips and it was too late to take them back. "I'm not a fucking child, (y/n)." Izzy almost winced at how hurt you looked, as you flinched at his sudden outburst. Each time- and unfortunately, there had been more than one occasion- your pained expression left a lasting scar upon his heart. A fresh wound of regret that bled out over and over again. He did not mean to be this way with you. It was a defence mechanism, not that was much of an excuse really. Izzy should have- no, he did know- better. His sharp tongue was going to drive you away one day and he would only have hinsekf to blame. What's done was done.

There was nothing he could do, except keep up the charade and retire quickly from sight. He did not have to glance in the direction of the crew to know that they had all played witness to the entire exchange. No doubt he would have to sleep with one eye open tonight or maybe Roach would just spit in his food like last time. "Finish your tea and go fucking check the rigging. That's an order."

"Yes, boss." only minutes earlier, that nickname had been fondly used, now it just felt bitter to the taste.

Without another word, the First Mate abandoned your side and disappeared below deck.

Under the guise of work, your friends had been watching the entire exchange through side eye glances or in Lucius's case, just straight up staring.

Though idle hands appeared busy, Pete had in fact, tied the same knot several times. It was important to get everything secured ahead of the storm but in that moment, his mind was distracted. Casting a glance at the love of his life, his suspicions were confirmed, Lucius felt the same way as him- completely and utterly livid on your behalf. "Yeah, you ain't winning that money back, mate." he muttered to a frozen in rage Wee John, who merely stood holding another barrel, looking like he was contemplating throwing it at Izzy.

"Fucks sake, what a dickhead." he hissed, seemingly deciding against the idea, as he placed it with a resounding thud upon the deck.

Lucius could not stand to see you looking so hurt, as you stared longingly after the bastard who had dared upset you. The scribe knew he always teased you about your intense crush on the First Mate but it was during moments like these, where he really had to question what it was that made you so smitten with Izzy the Spewer. The man was volatile and about as pleasant as a cup of cold sick. Worst of all, this was not the first time he had stormed off after saying something cruel, leaving you to pick up the pieces of your hurt emotions. "I'm gonna go and see if they're okay."

"Maybe give it a moment, babe. Look." Pete urged his partner to take pause and watch you down your drink.

Despite wanting to abandon his post and assume the role of comforting friend, Lucius instead watched as you fought back tears and climbed the rigging, towards the crow's nest, no doubt seeking some privacy away from the watchful eyes of your friends.

"He really is the fucking worst. I genuinely do not get why (y/n) likes him so much." Archie mused, as she wondered if it was possible to find a snake at sea and put it in the bastard's bed?

With all the mysticism of a Sea Witch, the conversation was quickly intercepted by Buttons, whom decided to impart a great wisdom upon those in his vicinity. "'Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind. Therefore, is winged cupid painted blind?'"

There was a pause, as the gathered crew ruminated on his words. Well, partially ruminated. Most just sat there, looking confused or proverbially scratching their heads, unsure what to make of his revelation. Not one to admit his lack of knowledge, Lucius made a conscientious effort to nod his head and pretend he had understood the poet musings of the fellow pirate. "Right, yeah. What he said. Makes total sense."

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A/N: Thank you for reading up until the end of the chapter! I look forward to updating you all with a new instalment soon. Before I go, can anyone guess where Buttons's quote comes from?

[thatgoblin]

18 Weeks

Summary: John has to leave for a few weeks for his first mission out of country. Which should be fine, but an unexpected visit makes it more apparent that his new partner and him have a lot of work to do on themselves.

WARNING: Burglary, ANGST, fluff ending, Soap being a dick.

John had been trying to keep himself from getting assigned missions that were longer than a few days, but it was inevitable that he would be sent out longer. Unfortunately, I was almost four months along when he was being sent to some undisclosed location to do undisclosed things with undisclosed people. Well, I knew his full team aside from Johnny was going. The idiot had recently broken his ankle, so he was on medical leave for a month at least.

“Are you going to be okay on your own?” John asked as he washed the dishes next to me as I dried.

“Yeah. I mean, I’ve gotten along well so far,” I chuckled. “It shouldn’t be a problem. You won’t be gone too long. You said maybe a week or two.”

“I should be. It’s never a guarantee how long I’ll be gone. The day or two work trips are in country and usually are just trips to a base for a presentation. This is more involved,” he said, handing me a bowl.

“I still think that I’ll be fine. Jesse is coming back from the States so he can come stay with me if anything,” I said. Jesse and John had met and I had never seen something so hilarious and intriguing. Jesse had given him a once over then grilled him on things that flustered John.

The amount of times that John fumbled over his words to answer Jesse about what schools he wanted for the Bean, what type of bank accounts he wanted to give the Bean, if he had plans to stay in the country. They were odd and off the wall that made no real sense, but I couldn’t help but laugh when Jesse asked if John had plans on teaching the Bean the true history of England. John was confused, but also trying his best to answer as if it was normal to explain that he’d teach the Bean how to drive a tractor if necessary.

“Oh, well that should be fine,” John said with a snort.

“Don’t be so put off by him,” I chuckled. “I know for some he’s an acquired taste, but he’s a good person and my best friend.”

“As long as you like him and he’s good to you, that’s all that matters, Love,” John said, nudging me with his elbow.

“Back to when you’ll be home, do you want to wait till the birth to find out the sex of the Bean? I know we were waiting, but I’d like to know,” I said. “Mostly because I want to get started on names.”

“When you can start calling the Bean a baby, then we’ll find out,” John said, smirking as he let the water out of the sink.

“John,” I sighed, drying my hands out. “We already talked about that.”

“And you even said that you should start doing it as well,” John said. “The baby is going to happen and the sooner you start calling Bean a baby, then you’ll feel better. I understand the detachment issues-”

“No, no you don’t,” I cut him off. “I. . . I don’t want to be my mum. I don’t want to be her, but I’m scared that if I get too attached then, IF, another baby comes along, I might treat the second baby worse.”

“Love, no,” John said. “You will be a great mum and you will have different relationships with any children we have after this one. Different isn’t bad. You’re also not alone in this. I’m here, so are the boys.”

“Most of them,” I mumbled as he gave me a look. “I know, I know, Johnny needs more time. I’m trying, John. It just sucks that my own brother has to have time to get used to me being around again.”

“It’s not cut and dry,” John said, reaching out to rub my arms. “It’s messy and I’m sorry that it’s like this. Have you thought any more about finding someone to talk to?”

“I don’t have time, John. I finally got my work under control and don’t have morning sickness,” I said before sighing deeply. “I’m doing it again, aren’t I?”

“A bit, but it’s understandable,” he snorted. “You have a lot on your shoulders and you may have lacked the tools before, but you’re getting them now.”

“I am and I need to use them,” I said, nodding before wrapping my arms around him. My bump pressed against his belly gently as we stood there holding one another. “If I need to, I’ll stay at your place. The Absolute last resort is staying with Johnny.”

“I appreciate it. My place is cleaned up and ready for you if you ever need it,” he said.

The week John left for his job, I was having a hard time with separation anxiety. I didn’t even know that I had that. I guess with having someone around so much that it was turning into an actual relationship, I was letting myself get attached in the first place. It hadn’t been like that for a very long time. John tried to ease my anxiety, saying he’d call when he could and urged me to stay at his place if I wanted to. I had held off on staying over there too long because it felt like it was one step from moving in and I was still reluctant to do so. The need for a back up plan in case anything went wrong was strong enough to keep me from accepting too much help from him.

If he suddenly decided to leave or, at the very worst, he died on a mission, I would be on my own and my sanity would not be able to tolerate that.

The first few days I stayed as busy as I could, but still found myself having a hard time sleeping. Not having anyone there as a barrier let my anxiety run rampant and sleep turned into a joke. Still, I kept working. Taking the bus, despite John insisting I use his car, I at least had that come down time between home and work where I could zone out for half an hour. Routine helped keep me on track, especially since my diagnosis of ADHD, i was doing my best to take care of myself and relearning how to do so.

The fourth day that John was gone, I had found a good rhythm of things. The day started normally and ended with a surprise phone call from John on the way home.

Pulling out my phone, I looked at the number before answering. “ ‘lo?”

“Hello, Love,” John said with a chuckle. “I have a few minutes to spare and wanted to call to check in on things.”

“Hey! Yeah, things are good! How are you?” I asked, unable to stop the grin from spreading across my face. It felt so good to hear his low gruffness that nothing else mattered.

“Good. I’m good. How’s work going?” He asked. John had explained he probably wouldn’t be able to talk about anything he was doing, but he still would want to hear from me.

“They’re good. On my way home from work now. Trying to decide what to eat for dinner. I’ve been trying to eat a bit healthier, but the baby wants butter noodles and sausage,” I said with a giggle.

“Well then, if the baby wants it, the baby gets it,” John said with a hum. “Why don’t you try picking out those prepackaged snacks? The ones with the sliced veggies and such. I bet those would help a lot.”

“Oh yeah, I’ll put that on the grocery list,” I said, pulling a pen from my pocket to write it on my hand. “I have a day off tomorrow, so I’m going to go do the shopping then. Anything special you want?”

“Nothing for me, Love,” he said. Which meant he wouldn’t be home for a while. It was disheartening, but it is what it is. “You almost home yet? I know I can’t walk you, but I can stay on the line for a bit till you are.”

“Yeah, just getting to my stop,” I said. The bus pulled over to the stop, letting a few of us off. We went in separate directions, which was normal. “I went to the stop just down the street from us.”

“From us? Have you moved me in without telling me?” He asked.

“I thought about it. What’s stopping me?” I snickered.

“Not a lot, but I know you can’t lift anything bigger than a few books with your condition.”

“Oh shush you. Don’t tempt me to prove you wrong. I’ll put me back out doin’ that,” I huffed. Walking up to the door, I had my keys out and ready to unlock it when I noticed that the door was ajar. Going quiet, I was certain that I had closed and locked the door before I left for the day. That had never been a problem. Still, I had to mentally go through my actions that morning because it didn’t look broken or forced.

“Love, you good?” John asked, pulling me back from my thoughts.

“Yeah. . . Yeah, sorry. The front door is open to my place. I was sure I closed and locked it this morning,” I said, pushing the unharmed door opening with a finger. “I think I just forgot.”

“Don’t go in there,” John said quickly. “Call the police.”

“It’s fine,” I said. “I just forgot.” Stepping into my flat, I stopped in my tracks as my stomach dropped. “I didn’t forget, someone broke in.” The front room was trashed. Things broken or tossed around. Whoever had broken in was looking for something valuable, but I didn’t have any hidden stashes of cash or jewels or anything.

“Leave the house and call the bleedin’ police!” John yelled over the phone. I was about to do so when the bedroom door opened, making me scream and throw the nearest object that happened to be a decorative clock at the person coming out. Hearing John screaming my name as the person who came out of the bedroom screamed as well.

“Johnny! You fucking knob of a cunt!?” I yelled, seeing it was my brother in his walking boot. “What are you doing!?”

“I was drivin’ by and saw the door wide open for anyone and their mum to come in!” He yelled. “I thought you were fuckin’ lying in the floor dead or something!”

“You could have called me! I just got home from work!” I snapped, then remembered that John was on the phone. He was screaming my name over the phone, even Johnny could hear him. “Shit, sorry, Jo,” I said, taking a deep breath.

“What is going on!?” John demanded. I could just see him in my mind, ready to get into a helicopter and fly home from wherever he was.

“Johnny’s here,” I said, rubbing my stomach to sooth myself. “He scared the fuckin’ shite outta me. I’m good, I’m fine. So is the babe.”

“Okay, good. Good. Johnny’s there? Hand him the phone,” he said, breathing heavily. I looked back at my brother as he limped over to me, then handed him the phone. Johnny looked at me confused before taking the phone.

“Soap here,” he said. I couldn’t hear what was being said, but Johnny kept nodding and grunting before handing me the phone back.

“John?” I asked, taking the phone back.

“Pack up a bag and go stay with Johnny till I get back,” he said. I knew that tone. It was the same he used when talking with Gaz about work. I had no choice in this, but I also understood.

“I can go stay at your place, John. It’s-”

“Go stay with your brother. I do not want you alone after this,” John cut me off. “I’m not budging on this, Love. I need you to do this for me. We can talk more when I get home, but for my sanity, please.”

“Alright,” I said with a soft sigh. “I will go stay with Johnny. We’ll clean up a bit then go.”

“Don���t touch anything, Johnny’s calling the cops. Once they’ve cleared it, then pack up and go. I want whoever did this to be caught if possible,” he said.

“I don’t even know if anything is taken, John,” I said, getting irritated. I was getting hungry and tired and my feet were starting to ache, staying longer wasn’t what I wanted to do. “It’s fine.”

“No, this is what is going to happen,” John said firmly. “Johnny’s already calling them. This is not something to sweep up and ignore, Love.”

“So, you know how you point out when I make excuses for things that need to be done? Well, I’m asking you to stop bulldozing me from afar,” I said. “I am tired and I am hungry and the cops will do nothing because they never do. It is a break in with no one hurt so they will take a look around and ask if anything was taken then make minimal effort to do something about it.”

“I know you-”

“No. We’re not going to do this over the phone. Not when you can’t come home tonight so we can talk about it in person,” I said. “Look, I know you are busy with important work and I won’t demand you drop it for me, but I can’t have an argument with you while you are away. So, I’m going to clean up, pack up, and go home with Johnny. When you get home and you still want to discuss this, then we can.”

“Alright,” John said, a soft huff said he was still upset, but I wasn’t having it. “I have to go anyways. Be safe and I’ll call when I can. Love you.”

Oh no.

“Talk to you later. Be safe,” I said before hanging up. Oh shit. Oh fuck. Oh no.

“So, I already called the police and they’ll send someone soon,” Johnny said, as he went to sit on the couch. I had been looking forward to a quiet night in with some pizza. Now I have my estranged brother on my ripped up couch after an argument with my boyfriend and an unreciprocated ‘Love you.’

“I need a drink,” I groaned, wanting to cry.

“I didn’t think you were supposed to drink while pregnant,” Johnny said, giving me a look.

“No shit, you idiot,” I snapped. “Of course I’m not drinking while pregnant, I just really want one because I just had a pile of shite dumped on me and I can’t do anything about it!”

“You don’t have to yell, Jesus,” Johnny grimaced.

“Out. I want you out. I’m not going home with you, I’m not going anywhere with you. I don’t know what John thought by ordering me to stay with you, but it’s not happening,” I said, close to losing it. Pulling out my phone, I dialed Jesse in hopes he could come over and help or I could go to his place.

“Yeah, I’m not telling Price that I let his baby mama walk off after promising I’d keep you safe,” he grunted as he stood up.

“Baby mama?” I snarled, spinning to face him. “I’m your fucking sister and his girlfriend, but you call me your captain’s baby mama? You don’t want anything to do with me anyways, so just go.”

“Happily,” Soap snapped. “You really haven’t changed. Spoiled and entitled.”

“When was I spoiled!? When was I entitled!? Huh!? When!? You fucking know Mum and Dad lied about EVERYTHING they told you and I’m the one that is supposed to give you space and time and I have to give up everything for you! You were the favorite! When you left, it was Saorsia! I have been the ugly duckling since the day I was born and you saw it growing up! You saw how our parents made me miss out on so much stuff because we had to cater to you and our sister! No one came to my graduation, my plays, my school art shows! I was that sad girl that had to accept pity compliments because the kids and teachers knew I would have no one!”

He was quiet as I lost it. Sobbing and yelling and unloading years of repressed jealousy and anger and resentment.

“But once you left for the military, Saorsia was the one they loved. Not me! When I realized they didn’t care or even love me for the fact that I was their kid, I stopped trying to please them. I stopped caring about them. It didn’t even hurt that they blamed our sister’s death on me. What did was that you believed them. That you heard them and didn’t ask me about it. I had no one but our cousin Mike on my side for so long and he did what he could. Without him I would have probably jumped into the fucking ocean long ago. Then,THEN! Everyone is concerned about you! They care about how you’re doing with me back in the picture! John said to go easy on you because it’s an adjustment for you! FOR YOU! Not for me! Not the person who had been shunned and abused and forced to be the scapegoat for everything! I’m pregnant with his baby and he was worried about you!

So, Johnny, fucking tell me how spoiled and entitled I am. Go on?” I said, tears blurring my vision as I was sobbing and nearly sick from yelling so hard.

He was quiet, shifting his body a bit as he kept opening his mouth to say something, but no words came.

“Uh. . . . Everyone alright?” Looking to the front door, a police man stepped in. “There was a call about a burglary, but it looks to be something else.”

“It’s fine. He’s just a guy I know who called it in,” I said, my voice hoarse and cracking. “Uh, I came home and found it like this. Do what you have to, I guess.”

“You sure, ma’am?” The officer asked as he looked at me with concern. I started to rub my bump out of frustration, just ready to kick everyone out and cry.

“I’m sure,” I said, taking deep breaths as I felt my stomach start to hurt from stress and hunger.

“Uh, I’ll get out of your hair,” Johnny said, ducking his head as he walked out the door. The officer looked to me, waiting for me to say something like ‘Now that he’s gone, please save me.’ I didn’t. I let him do his job as I messaged Jesse to come get me. By the time Jesse arrived, I was much calmer, but my eyes were swollen so badly, almost completely shut from how hard I had been crying.

“Oh, puddin’,” he cooed as he came to sit next to me on my destroyed couch. “Come on, let’s get you to a less chaotic home and get some ice for your poor face.” He helped me pack a bag and put in a new lock for my door. “I’ll clean this up tomorrow. Don’t worry about it.” I had just about lost my voice as well, so all I could do was nod and follow. At his place, I went right to the bedroom and flopped down. The evening was spent with Jesse giving me ice and warm tea as he put on Hollyoaks reruns and we laid in bed cuddling. While Jesse was gay, he didn’t care who was in his bed, they would be cuddled. I definitely needed it.

He helped me call into work for the rest of the week after I explained via phone notes app what had gone down, considering my house had been broken into and I was going to the clinic to get looked at as my eyes were still swollen and I felt like pure garbage.

“Does this mean I get to be the baby’s father now?” Jesse asked as we finished with the doctor’s office and were going back to his place.

“Yes,” I squeaked, my voice still not that great. “I am either going to break up with John or he’s going to leave me after this.”

“Do you want to break up with him?” He asked, leading me to the kitchen to make me some more tea as that was the only thing my throat would allow me to drink.

“I don’t want to,” I said with a sigh as I sat at his table. “I want to be with him, but I can’t have him ordering me around like that. I’m not one of his soldiers.”

“Maybe you should bring it up with him,” Jesse said. “When does he get back?”

“That’s part of the problem. I don’t know when he’ll be back,” I said, taking out the medicated cream to put on my eyes. It was a localized steroid so it was fine to use and wouldn’t affect the baby. One less thing to worry about. “Also he told me he loved me yesterday before we ended the call.”

“Oh shit, really?” Jesse said, pausing. “Did you say it back? Do you love him?”

“I didn’t say it back and I don’t know if I love him or not,” I said. “I’m just a mess right now. So much so that I don’t even know if I love myself.”

“I’m sorry, Boo,” he cooed, putting the kettle on before coming over to give me a hug. “You’ve got a lot going on. Have you thought about seeing a therapist?”

“I have actually. John wants me to so I can deal with my family’s bullshit,” I said, resting my head against him.

“Maybe you two should see a couple’s therapist, that way everyone gets some help.”

“Doubtful,” I sighed. “Pretty sure John thinks he’s the sane one in this relationship and doesn’t need help.”

“He’s a career military man, he definitely needs therapy,” Jesse snorted. “Besides, he probably needs help learning to communicate with you so you understand. You’ve only known each other for a few months now.”

“Except he understands my brother just fine,” I said. “He knows Johnny and it’s been a few years for him, but apparently he knows Johnny so he knows me.”

“John doesn’t know you because he knows your brother,” Jesse said. “You are not your brother. Just because you share DNA does not make you the same person and that’s where he’s going wrong. You are not his soldier and you’re not in the military, so working with you will be different. It sounds like he needs to be told that. I know it sounds like he should just understand, but John’s always around soldiers. It’s probably easy to forget how us civilians work.”

“You’re probably right,” I said with a nod. “I’m just. . . I’m tired, Jess. I know relationships take work and it’s not always sunshine and roses, but I’m tired of having to make sure people respect me. It probably sounds selfish and childish, but I just want a partner who doesn’t feel the need to run me over and control everything.”

“That doesn’t sound selfish or childish,” Jesse said, sitting down. “You’ve had that with every relationship, including your family. Speaking of, how do you feel now that you’ve unloaded onto Johnny?”

“Honestly? At first it felt good. Like I just verbally vomited a sickness out of me, but now I’m depressed because he didn’t say anything. He just looked shocked that I said all that and then left. I don’t know what I was hoping for.”

“You were hoping he would support you like you’ve wanted to for a very long time,” Jesse said. “It sounds like you may never have that support, even though you want it so badly. It makes you feel more alone, but you also won’t be waiting for something that will never come.”

“Why did it take me getting pregnant for all this to happen?” I asked with a sniffle. I didn’t need to be crying, but I just felt so despondent. My relationships were crumbling and once more I felt like I was backed into a corner with only Jesse there.

“Because the universe is a bitch,” he snorted. I could at least give a chuckle at that.

~::~::~::~Somewhere in Turkey~::~::~::~

John ended the call with you with a bad taste in his mouth. He felt stupid for saying ‘Love you’ to a person he’d known for only a few months to have it not returned. The roller coaster of emotions from the call had his head swimming as he went back inside. Why did you have to fight with him and push him away when he was working so hard to be what you needed? John would take care of everything if he could. You wouldn’t have to work or worry about anything if you’d let him in.

Sighing heavily, he went to his temporary office only to find Laswell getting into his scotch.

“Sorry, long day,” she said, pouring herself a hefty glass. Seeing his face, the pinched frown that seemed to make a permanent home on his brow on that mission, she poured a second glass. “I’m guessing you need this too.” John snorted and nodded. “I’m guessing the call home didn’t go well?”

“Her place was burgled when she got home,” he said. “Nearly gave me a fucking heart attack when she screamed only for it to be that fucking muppet of a brother of hers.”

“So everything’s good then?”

“It’s a fucking mess and I made it worse,” he sighed, taking the glass from Kate before having a seat next to her. “I told her to go stay with Johnny and call the cops, but she argued, like always. Said they wouldn’t be of any use and didn’t want to deal with her brother.”

“She’s right,” Kate said. “Cops won’t do anything unless she’s high priority or something big was stolen. No one was hurt, right?”

“No, she’s fine. Got home afterwards to find Johnny checking on things. I talked to him and told him to pack her bag if he had to and she’d be staying with him till I got back. When I told her what was happening, she dug her heels in and didn’t want to. Ended up having to put a pin in the mounting fight and before we hung up, I told her I loved her,” John said, looking at the glass in his hand. The amber liquid wobbled a bit as he turned it this way and that like it was a crystal ball. If he stared hard enough he could see the future and make things work.

“She didn’t say it back, did she?” Kate asked. John looked up at her to shake his head. “You’d be happier if she had though.”

“I don’t know,” he said. “I do love her and not just because she’s carrying my child. She’s different, Laswell. Not like in movies where she’s a shining vision under heaven’s light, but she’s just different. It drives me mad that she won’t let me help her with things she obviously needs help with and it makes it worse when she doesn’t even ask or acknowledge she does need help.”

“Maybe she doesn’t need or want a white knight riding in to fix things for her,” Kate said. “I mean, on paper and every romance novel I’ve read, you’d be the perfect guy. You ride into town and solve all her problems, end of story with some nice sex on the side. Sounds like the perfect story to the perfect couple. Except neither of you are perfect. In fact, I bet from her point of view, you’re almost over bearing. Sure, you’ve got good intentions and just want to help, but she’s her own person. She’s not someone for you to fix like your second hand projects that I know are mounting up in your garage.”

John wanted to argue that he wasn’t in the wrong, that you were just being difficult to be difficult, but Kate was right. He knew your history and knew your relationship with your family. You had to be self-sufficient.

“You have a good heart, John. But give the woman some agency. I mean, you tried to order her to stay with her estranged brother, who by everything I’ve heard, doesn’t like her and she doesn’t like him. It’s not your job to make her life perfect,” Kate said, reaching out to give his arm a squeeze.

“Then what is my job?” John asked. He was a provider, someone to take care of everything so that his team was always prepared. Hell, he made sure they were taken care of off duty as well. It was hard to hold back on those instincts to just care for someone, especially the mother of his child.

“To be her partner. Not her leader or captain, but partner. You’re both on the same level here and need to work together. Which means compromise and listening when she says she doesn’t want to do something, even if it’s in her best interest to do that thing. Support her and she’ll support you,” Kate said, taking a sip of her drink.

“How’d you get so smart on relationships?” John asked with a snort.

“Truthfully, my wife and I hit a bad patch about five years ago. We even separated for a few months before we went to relationship counseling and couples therapy,” Kate said. “I would recommend both of you going as well. Paula and I still do once a month or so, just to make sure we have more tools to work with. We love one another, but love isn’t enough to make things work.”

John was always glad to have Kate as a friend, but other times, like that moment, he was relieved she had taunted him at that bar in Liverpool about ‘soccer.’

~::~::~::~::~

It was nearly two weeks since John had left and we had talked a few more times since the day I had a meltdown at my brother. Things were cordial and he kept saying ‘I love you.’ at the end of each call, but I never did. He didn’t ask if I felt the same way or push for an answer, he would just say it like he was signing a letter before hanging up. Johnny was radio silent as well. I hadn’t seen him or heard from him and I was wrestling with how to be okay with that. Jesse moved in a bit, helping me replace things that needed to be as well giving me a break from my stress to talk about his life. He owned a local car shop that he worked at part of the week, which gave him freedom to help my sorry ass. Jesse would say it was just payback for me housing him for three months when he first moved here to be with his now ex, Timur.

Sometimes I needed to forget about myself and dive into the wide world of Jesse. He had met Timur through my cousin Mike after Jesse came to visit after being friends with me over the internet for years. Timur was part of the Spetznats unit that was stationed in Hereford that worked with other military operators as well. While the romance didn’t last, they were still good friends. Jesse had fallen in love with the country and decided to stay, so I helped him get his citizenship.

It was on a trip to visit his friends in D.C. that he met his long distance boyfriend, Vlad. Excuse me, boyfriends. Vlad AND Nathan. Vlad was a Ukrainian citizen who owned several night clubs in the area and Nathan did something with banks. Jesse was always vague about it, but I always forgot as he told stories of their dirty rendezvous’ and secret meetings. Apparently Jesse and the men had a penchant for office kinks. While I wasn’t exactly the most knowledgeable, I could appreciate his triumphs.

I was officially 20 weeks along when John came home. I was getting ready to go to a check up when there was a knock at the door. In the span of two weeks, my hips had started to spread and hurt like hell, meaning I waddled more than walked. The baby bump grew a few inches as well, making me fear how big this child would be when I gave birth. Getting to the door, I opened it to find John standing there with a bouquet of tulips and an armload of other items that were just stacked on one another with another language on them.

“Hi,” he said. “Uh, is this a bad time?”

“Not really,” I said, confused and caught off guard. “I’m about to go to a doctor’s appointment, if you want to come.” His face lit up as I stepped aside to let him in. “Just let me get a vase for the flowers real quick.”

“Okay.” It was awkward, having him home again after everything, because we suddenly didn’t know how to act around one another. Once I found a vase, a new one that Jesse had bought for me when we were getting replacement items, I filled it with water before placing the flowers in it. “There’s some food in these boxes, but nothing to worry about keeping out of the fridge,” he said, setting the rest of the items on the kitchen counter.

“Okay, sounds good. We better go if we want to get there on time,” I said, moving to grab my purse and jacket.

“I can drive us, if you want,” he said. I paused, turning to look at him. Had he just offered to drive us instead of telling me he was driving us? “We don’t have to,” he quickly added when I continued to stare at him.

“No, you can drive us,” I said, narrowing my eyes at him as he shifted under my gaze.

“What?” He asked.

“Are you sure you’re John Price?” I asked. “Last I checked, you didn’t really ask me about anything.”

“Jesus,” John groaned, rolling his eyes as he relaxed. “Just go get in the jeep.”

“That’s the John I know and love,” I giggled. Seeing his cheeks get a bit rosy as he straightened his posture, I stepped out to go to his jeep that was parked just outside my place. The tension was cut and things began to relax into our usual selves. I asked him how work was, he gave vague answers then asked how I was doing, I complained about the bodily changes of pregnancy in graphic detail and laughed at his embarrassed/grossed out reactions.

Once at the doctor’s office, we checked in then were seen. An ultrasound was done as usual, which meant we got to stare with tearful smiles at how our baby was doing.

“Do you want to know the sex of the baby?” The nurse asked as she snapped pictures for us to have.

“What do you want, Love?” John asked me. Last we had spoken, he wanted to wait till I could call the baby a baby because it meant I was over whatever trauma I held onto and I had wanted to know regardless, but now he was asking me? I swallowed a lump in my throat as I took his hand to give a kiss.

“We want to know,” I said, turning back to the nurse with a smile.

“Alright,” she said, showing us the screen. “There is your perfectly healthy, baby girl.”

John tightened his grip on my hand as we both let out a teary laugh as we looked at one another.

“We’re having a little girl,” he said, sniffling as he leaned down to give me a kiss.

“We’re having a little girl,” I cried, smiling before I kissed him back. For that brief moment, everything was perfect and as it should be. We took our pictures home, ready to share with our friends the good news. But when we got home, there were some unfortunate familiar faces waiting for us.

Once we were parked, I frowned as I stepped out of the jeep.

“Mum? Dad?” I said, eyes going wide. Oh fucking hell.

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del 🩷 do we ever talk about how Bob and Rhett face the “this dude I’m putting my dick is looks exactly like me” thing? like I know you’ve mentioned they test out the wazoo to make sure they’re not related. but once they’ve confirmed that, how do they navigate the whole twins-not-twins thing? do they ever joke about it? like making the “I’ve always wanted to have sex with my clone/myself” joke?

It absolutely messes with them a little bit, especially in the beginning 💃it's a little bit offputting, leaning in and kissing someone who looks so much like you; Rhett finds it kind of hot, Bob is trapped in a perpetual state of bewilderment.

At the start of the relationship, they have a horrible habit of smiling mid-kiss, like two kids who can't take things seriously. Rhett's voice is deeper than Bob's, but they sound so similar when they're humming into kisses that the reminder would bubble up all over again. It's more amusing than it is anything else.

Rhett loves making jokes about it, to Bobby's dismay. Muttering about how "'s like I'm watchin' my clone suck my cock," and poor Bob is so caught off guard that he's sputtering around him. But if Bob makes the same comment in return? Rhett takes it in stride. The ass.

They never really stop joking about it. Sometimes, they'll even go out of their way to look as similar as possible. Once, Bob let his hair grow out just for the hell of it, letting it go until the ends began to curl, a lighter shade than the dark chocolate of Rhett's. It wasn't until the Reader joked how similar the two looked that they hatched a plan.

The Reader was only meant to be gone for two weeks to visit family, and it was just enough time for Bob to (somehow) get his facial hair to grow out. They trimmed Rhett's hair to match Bob's shorter length, finally broke out those contacts Bob bought and never used, and went shopping for identical outfits.

You can imagine the Reader's surprise when they come home and are greeted by two Rhetts.

In fact, the only way to tell them apart at that point was Bob's slightly lighter hair, rounder cheeks, muscle definition, height, and the way they carried themselves.

Rhett's a big, noticeable presence wherever he goes, with broad shoulders and thick biceps; his gait is firm, with purpose. He's smaller than Bob, and yet he feels bigger.

Bob's more akin to a fox than anything; his body sways with his step, slipping under the radar. You don't realize he's in a room until he makes himself known. He's lanky, nothing but soft, lean muscle that becomes hard to miss when he's next to Rhett.

They struggle to keep it up for longer than a day; Bob's not a fan of the whole facial hair thing on himself, and an upcoming deployment means he's got to cut off those long locks he's acquired, but it's a fun experience.

It's a confusing relationship to navigate sometimes, but it's no less perfect. Even if they do get confused with each other once a week.