#or do something similar to dick himself where he builds something new for himself all on his own!

[call-me-oracle]

they're brothers, your honour

[scara-meow-che]

Dainsleif's dick being infused with abyss energy(?) like his arm-

Like yea Tartaglia's last form's dick, yeah Ito's oni dick, yeah zhongli's dragoon dick,but what of Dain???? That shit must be magical 😩

⦿ 𝗡𝗢𝗪 𝗟𝗜𝗩𝗘 ┃ eyes up here princess with dainsleif

CW. NSFW (MDNI), big dick! dain, fem! reader, use of words (princess), established relationship, teasing, first-time sex, implied oral, sex w/out penetration (thigh job and dick job? is that even a thing? idk, just read it to find out), dirty talk, magical dick (i am NOT sorry), mention of abyss princess lumine

AN. the new archon quest 🧍🏻‍♀️ it felt like a fever dream and it's a whole ass year again before we get to see this man so i am making it my mission to let him and his abyss-energy-fused dick live in my mind rent-free. also, if the anon that sent me this is still here to witness me posting this, hello :D this took me by surprise bcs i planned it to be short but here we are ig

it wasn't every day that you get dain's attention all to yourself.

you would often see him somewhere, busy, as always. sometimes, you would find yourself conversing with a few locals when dain tries to do things on his own as he would reason out that it's for your own safety. or you'd be up and about some part of the region searching for the abyss princess as to what he currently puts as his top priority.

these repeating turn of events would, most of the time, make you question whether you really matter to him seeing as he's always invested in things unrelated to you or what interests you. you don't ask too much from him but sometimes, a little attention would be nice, or have him answer all the questions that run inside your head.

yet, when dain would see that familiar expression painting your face as you make your bed for the night, he would put everything on hold and indulge more in what you'd request. he does make up for you, well, you have no complaints when he does because he'd always be there in a heartbeat for every beck and call.

hence why you're laid out on your bed, legs spread out with him toying with your already sore clit.

the idea of having sex had never once danced in between each conversation you'd have with dain. you'd rather spend the time to catch up on each other's day and sort out a route to where you both want to go next. it never fazed you when some people asked how your relationship with dain is going, not even bothered when some old women from liyue dramatically gasped as you've never been that intimate with your lover.

as the tension builds up throughout the months of overhearing people gossiping about their partners or be the victim of a drunk local telling you the tale of their sexual escapades, it draws out some images in your head. would dain be like the same as those oni's you've heard about? or have an impressive length similar to this one tale about a dragon lord? heck, would he have a dick that grows unrealistically big just like with the harbinger that you've heard about?

but who fucking cares anyway? you're about to get the real deal right now.

"what a curious mind you have there, princess." dain mindlessly mused as he press soft kisses along your thighs, leaving you breathless as he presses himself closer to your aching core. you can feel the heat from the big hard tent on his pants as he rubs himself to the dampness of your cunt. "i thought that eating you out could already satiate your pretty little head but you still want... what? what is it that you want from me again?"

he taunts, amused when he hears a cry from your disheveled form. "ah, didn't i say to tell me if you want something?"

"but it's embarrassing to say it!" you can't even fully reason out how humiliating it is for you to casually ask him that you want to see his dick as you let out another moan when he lightly thrusts his clothed cock on your core. he doesn't even let up, continuing his cruel pace in rubbing his aching dick on your already sensitive clit.

"p-please! i just, a-ah, want to see your d-dick!"

"say what again, princess?"

having enough of his teasing, you went to give your best in bending your body just to reach the big tent on his pants. "i want to see your dick dain and... i want you to fuck me, please."

you can feel a rush of heat all over your skin, your eyes quickly darting to the side to avoid dain's amused pair. a chuckle was all you heard before you felt his hands gently laying you down back to bed. in response to his pleased titter, you scoffed and gave him a quick glare.

"i'm sorry but you're just irresistible when you're so honest with me." he paused as he takes a sharp intake of air when he pulls out his leaking cock from the confines of his pants.

your eyes widen at the sight. no, it's not because he's as big as what you heard like the one of an oni or he has that delicious curve like that of the dragon cock but it's because the hue is unlike any other, the dark blue pulses as beads of white litters on the tip. fuck, when dain gave his dick a quick stroke, you can see how it grew a bit larger in his palm.

you drool just by imagining how it would feel inside of you.

"eyes up here, princess." he gave your thighs a light smack, pulling your attention back up before you felt the cockhead rubbing so gingerly on your little nub, smearing your cum on your lower lips.

"you're so eager for me, huh?" he can feel you trembling the more he pays attention to your aching core, gliding the head back and forth your lower lips, enough to push the head inside your hole but easy for him to just pull right back out. he's testing out the waters, waiting for more of your reactions and he could only see you enjoying yourself being please with the tip of his dick.

"just look at you, so wet and ready for me." and you are, feeling your arousal pool and spill right out of your needy hole while dain keeps making a mess out of it. your hips desperately buck right up, chasing for the head but he kept you pinned down on the soft mattress as he continues teasing you.

"dain, please, want to feel more of you." your hand went to grab his arms, giving it a light squeeze that you knew would get him to listen to you.

but it did the complete opposite.

"didn't you say that you want to see my dick?"

before you could argue back, dain had gently straightened both your legs upward, his strong arms locking you in place before pushing the dark blue cockhead in between your thighs. "been wanting to do this for so long," he uttered with a low groan, his body shivering when he thrusts his cock in the middle of your soft flesh, the rushed and hasty movements of the head prods at your clit. "you look so pretty like this, just letting me use you."

you gasped for air when he purposely prods at your puckering hole, angling his abyss-energy-fused cock to dive in and out of your thighs. your eyes caught a glimpse of how each streak of white glow, the nerves pulsing as he ruts himself so needily on you.

"so keep your pretty eyes on me and maybe, if you managed to do so, i might just give you what you want."

and you did, you desperately tried your best to keep looking at dain and just watching how he use your thighs to get off. it was a rare sight to see dain lose himself, tottering over the warmth and softness that covers his dick.

at first, he was scared that he might scare you off, thinking how unusual his cock looks. compared to what he thought you'd prefer to see in between your legs, about to rail the innocence out of you, his was far off the scales.

but when he saw your eyes almost sparkled when he pulled out his dick, hands so damn eager to touch him, and both your lips spilling out how much you want more of him just sends him over the edge. his pace quickened the more he stares at your needy form, enjoying the way your eyes fluttered close whenever he brushed against your hole before proceeding in sliding his cock back on your thighs.

"i'm so close, fuck, you feel so good 'round me like this, princess." and fuck, yes, you can feel more of his pre-cum ooze around the head and coats more of your already slick skin. it felt so dirty, so filthy to watch him fuck himself with your thighs and you felt dirtier when you were enjoying how his large dick, fused with the same abyss energy as his arm, slides back and forth your thighs.

"cum for me please," you whispered, urging your lover to release his load on your skin. within seconds, dain stopped his thrusts as he buried his cock between your legs, pressing it tighter as he shoots his load on your flesh, slowly having the thick globs of his cum drip down on your core.

while dain goes to steady his breathing, you went to open up your legs to see how much cum had covered your body, the scent of sex causing your head to fizzle out that you had nothing in your mind but the need to see his dick filling you up.

dainsleif was shocked when you went to reach out for his cock, the keenness in your eyes captivating as you focused on his dick.

"wanna see how it looks as you fuck me." your request came like a cry, a whimper of desperation. and you can feel the way dain's dick twitched on your hand.

you're going to be the death of him.

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[nightwolf14292]

Healing Magic (Batfam: Jason)

Ajsjskajsjd this is a story about Jason experiencing Lazarus Pit healing magic for the first time, because that's something I headcanon him having- Anyway, these guys will be written out of character because writing in character is hard, so I suppose this is just my version of them? Idk, here's the story lol

(!There's a depiction of vomiting in this, but I tried not to make it too realistic/descriptive!)

Jason is fine. Probably. Maybe. Okay, so he has a bullet lodged in his chest and there's blood staining his shirt, but still, he's not dead, right? Alfred is rummaging around in his collection of medical supplies, gathering gauze, a needle, and sutures.. All the things he usually needs when stitching wounds like this. Apart from Jason's bleeding, the rest of the cave is fairly normal, at least. Damian is on the couch with Alfred the cat, Tim is speaking with Bruce about the mission and Jason's injury, and Dick is buzzing about the table, shooting worried glances at Jason every so often.

Jason isn't really worried; It's not like this is the first time he's been shot, and his pain tolerance has grown exponentially over the years. He sighs, leaning casually against the back of the cot with his hand pressed to the wound. Bruce and Tim's conversation is nothing more than a buzz in the background, as Jason can't find it in him to listen to what they're saying. Maybe that's because his head is a little fuzzy from blood loss? But still, he's fine. Even if the tingly sensation building in his chest is new, he's doing alright. His eyes wander the room, making a conscious effort to keep his breathing even and steady as he waits for Alfred to finish sterilizing the tools.

As much as he keeps telling himself that he's fine, it is sort of strange—this funky feeling in his chest. I mean, feeling pain—sure, that's to be expected, but feeling a tingly sensation—vaguely similar to the kind you feel when your foot falls asleep? Jason's.. Well, he's never quite felt anything like it in all of his years of fighting. It doesn't necessarily hurt, but it's an intense feeling that's beginning to overtake the pain. The sensation is almost dizzying, making him feel weak. Jason slides his hand away from the wound to grip the edge of the cot in an attempt to steady himself, his blood smearing onto the metal underneath him. He hears a muffled voice that sounds like Dick saying his name, but his mind is getting too fuzzy to focus on anything but the nausea that's beginning to stir in his stomach. He swallows thickly, but the gross feeling in his stomach gets worse, and his vision begins to blur as his family members spread into vague shapes moving in the cave around him.

Jason tries to keep calm, but when he's suddenly feeling so weak, he doesn't exactly have the control to hold his stomach. He starts to feel a pain in his chest, even worse than when the bullet went in, a feeling as though his skin is being yanked and stretched to fit back together and cover his wound. His entire body shudders as he coughs, the mix of dizziness and pain making him gag as he spits up something cold and slimy. His eyes water from the taste, not vomit, yet still something unpleasant and familiar.. Jason has no choice but to grit his teeth through whatever is happening in his chest, his hands shaking as he clenches them into fists to fight the urge to yell out. He can hear the louder, more worried-sounding voices of the others, but he can't make out what they're saying. It feels like he sits there for hours, coughing as his skin burns with pain, though in reality, it's probably only a few minutes.

Eventually, the pain fades enough for him to get his coughing under control—though he still feels incredibly sore—and he finally manages to pry his eyes open and catch sight of Dick, Damian, and Alfred, all looking different levels of worried. Jason's eyes flick down to his lap, where he had coughed up the liquid, but he finds no vomit. Instead, he finds a glowing neon green substance—a thin, cold, familiar liquid. Jason raises a shaky hand to wipe his mouth and eyes, swallowing down the disgusting taste. Lazarus Pit water.. That's what it has to be. It tasted just like it, and it's the only non-acid he knows that glows that bright, neon green. In the middle of the puddle is the bullet that was lodged inside Jason. Bruce's footsteps echo through the cave as he walks over to the cot, kneeling in front of it and examining both the substance and Jason. Bruce's eyes fixate on Jason's chest, and he raises a thumb to brush over the skin. Jason winces from the pain, but he notices that it doesn't hurt nearly as much. He hears Bruce make a 'Hm' sound that coaxes him into looking down himself, and he finds that the bullet wound is.. stitched. Healed, almost. Already a scab or a scar, despite Alfred never using the needle to fix it up. Jason probably would've been surprised, had he not been healed by water from the Lazarus Pit before. But still, this was interesting. It was like he had.. superpowers. Healing powers. Only towards himself, though? Well maybe if you were to apply the Lazarus Pit water he threw up to someone else's wounds it would heal them.. But that's a test for another day because Jason is fairly certain none of his brothers would ever allow him to put him vomit on their skin, even if it'd heal them.. Jason takes a deep breath, finally calming himself down after all of the pain and wooziness.

What a way to find out about having magic, huh?

[thesugarclubs-blog]

Ace of Hearts - Bucky Barnes x OC

warnings: enemies to lovers, secret feelings, late night confessions, new Avengers

word count: 7.8k

WP: https://www.wattpad.com/1438059900-ace-of-hearts-alicia

vibe: "I'm testing something." Alicia whispered. 

His brows furrowed in confusion as her hand crawled slowly up his arm until it stopped just below his elbow. "When was the last time you kissed someone?" She asked softly.

Masterlist

“Why are you like this?” Bucky asked following behind Sam as they headed towards the hangar. The last thing he needed on this mission was to be partnered with her. 

“It’s one mission, Buck.” Sam laughed, “Besides, if we’re all going to be a team and play nice with each other, you have to learn how to communicate with Alicia.” 

Bucky huffed as he glanced to the side as they walked. The building is much quieter nowadays. Well, as quiet as it could be. Both Parker and Bishop moved in a month ago and within a week Bucky had moved to the quietest hall in the building. The only probably now? His quarters were two doors down from hers…and that red hair… and those blue eyes that rival his own. 

“I’m not the one with the communication issue.” He muttered quickly, earning himself a look from Sam. Bucky frowned. “I’m not! I’m her superior,” he started but the word felt foreign on his tongue and distasteful, “Ace hardly listens to any orders that I give her and when she does it’s her way.” 

Sam sighed and stopped as they reached the Quinjet. “You know she hates it when you call her that.” His eyes darted around behind them checking for any of the other team members before speaking. “Listen, Alicia is a good addition to this team, a great one even. She’s got the skills you just refuse to see through whatever machismo front your putting up to hide the fact that somewhere deep down in that robo-brain of yours you actually like her.” 

His heart started to race and it was one of the many times that Bucky was thankful Sam didn’t have super hearing. “I don’t like her.” 

“You do.” 

“No, I don’t.” 

Sam rolled his eyes and shook his head, “okay argue with me all you want, but she’s still your partner on this mission so learn to actually listen to what she has to say.” 

“I wouldn’t need to if she would just listen–” 

“Reporting for Duty sir.” The sound of her voice carried through the hangar. Soft yet commanded the space around her. Chills ran down his spine the moment her footsteps stopped behind him. 

“Agent,” Sam nodded, “you’ll be with Barnes today.” 

Bucky turned just in time to see the slight fall of her features before she caught herself and pinned her shoulders back with a nod. “Great.” 

Sam let out a chuckle and patted Bucky on the shoulder before climbing into the quinjet without them. 

"Where do you need me, Barnes?" Alicia asked.

"Everywhere," Bucky thought, but managed to hold his composure in front of her. She looked at him with a raised brow, blue eyes boring into his with an intensity that he had to admire.

Alicia knew how to stand tall in front of him, shoulders rolled back so every vibe coming from her screamed confidence.

"You can go over the weapons once more, while I get the baby in the air. Make sure everything is as I taught you," he eventually answered. Alicia nodded, spun on her heels and stepped into the Quinjet.

"One mission," Bucky mumbled to himself while driving his fingers through his hair. His heart was galloping and he couldn't understand why. Maybe it was because her red hair and the confidence, that could easily be misjudged as arrogance, reminded him so much of Natasha.

Bucky had thought long and hard about the similarities the two redheads shared, but Natasha had inspired his confidence in his colleagues, encouraged him to embrace the team and fit in, Alicia's presence unsettled him. What was that phrase the kid used? Oh yeah, she set his spider sense tingling. He'd never really got over losing Natasha, both her and then Steve, and even Iron Dick at a push, had left him adrift. 

As the Quinjet took to the air, Bucky could hear Alicia, talking herself through the weapons check routine he'd taught the new recruits. She might make him feel like there were ants under her skin, but he had to give her some credit, she was a quick learner when she put her mind to it. It was her damn fucking mouth, which she put into gear before fully engaging her brain, that made her so damn infuriating. And then that damn look, like the outcome had actually been planned and wasn't down to sheer pissing good luck. And for her then to have the cheek of accusing him of neither being an effective communicator or listener.

Bucky could feel the hairs on the back of his neck raise and realized he's got goosebumps on his arms, as he turned to look over his shoulder he realized his nemesis was standing inches away.

“What?” He asked, moving to reach for his locket to check on his own weapons, not meeting her heavy gaze. 

Alicia smacked her lips loudly, “You need to cut the Winter Soldier out of your hair again.”

Bucky stilled, stunned into silence for a few heartbeats. 

“I mean—“ Alicia blurted out. “Your hair— it’s getting longer!”

And there she was.

How could he become a better listener if she was always spitting nonsense at the most random times? 

“You need to focus on our mission,” Bucky sighed, his already low patience level dropping drastically in a matter of seconds. “And my hair is completely fine.” ‎

“Alright,” she mumbled, resuming her task and clicking in place the barrel of her most trusted handgun. Then, in a venomous whisper to herself: “Not my fault you’re starting to look like Elvis.”

“Do you always just blurt out every thought that pops into your head?” Bucky asked, “or do you do it purely just to piss me off?” 

He knew his mistake the second the corner of her pouty lips turned upwards into a shit eating grin. His heart thumped against his chest reminding him that maybe Sam wasn’t completely wrong. 

“I’m not responsible for your feelings Sergeant Barnes.” She quipped, going back to checking her weapons. “I was just simply informing you that your hair makes you look like you’re about to break out in song while you gyrate across the ship's platform and while I would pay good money, really good money to watch you impersonate Elvis, we don’t have time for that.” Alicia’s bright blue eyes found his with that smirk he so badly wanted to wipe off her face. 

“You’re pushing it Ace.” He said slamming his locker shut. Heat flickered in her eyes at the nickname, the jab a perfect hit. His own smirk crawled over his features as he sat down at the head of the quinjet. “Quit daydreaming and make yourself familiar with the layout of the warehouse.” 

“I’m already familiar—“ 

“Do it again.” Bucky barked, keeping his eyes forward on the clouds. A huff sounded from behind him with a muttered “yes sir,” before her footsteps disappeared away from him. He swallowed hard, guilt and frustration making an angry mess in his chest but this wasn’t a game to him. It never had been and taking precautions was important. If she didn’t understand that then he would make her.

"Twenty minutes 'till arrival," the Quinjet informed Bucky, so he took a deep breath and went once more over his own equipment, securing multiple guns and knives on his tactical suit. 

Alicia returned with a large blueprint in her hands, slamming it on the table in the middle of the lockers with a loud thud. 

Bucky turned, seeing her studying the paper in front of her with concentration.

"Let's go over the mission one more time."

"But I'm just coming out of the briefing..."

"I know, but as you've probably realized, I was busy getting the jet ready for our departure, so I wasn't at the briefing."

"Right. I'd never miss the grumpy vibes radiating from you," Alicia mumbled under her breath. A normal man wouldn't have heard it, but Bucky's super soldier senses allowed him to hear more than he'd liked to. He clenched his teeth in disapproval, but decided to ignore her.

"The documents are secured in an old wood factory, located in the middle of the forest underneath us. The factory has been abandoned for a few years now, but it's not our target anyway. Scans showed that there is an extended tunnel system under the area, reaching from the factory all the way to another house that was supposed to be the forester's home," Bucky started.

"We're entering the tunnels through one of the ventilation shafts that end right next to the main building of the factory. Redwing's scans this morning showed that there are only a few men guarding the factory, so we should be easily able to reach and enter the shaft without distraction." Alicia pointed her finger on the X on the map that signaled the entrance point through the shaft, showing off her burgundy painted fingernails. 

"Never call a mission easy. You'll jinx it," Bucky growled. 

"Wouldn't have seen you as the superstitious guy, Sergeant Barnes," she commented with a smirk.

"I'm not superstitious, just very fond of my life."

"Suuuuure," Alicia mumbled under her breath.

Bucky patted himself down, one last check that his favorite knife was in his most accessible holster, and eyed Alicia’s tactical suit too. 

“Move your glock, Ace—” 

“That’s what she said.” 

Bucky blinked slowly, flicking his tongue up to his top lip as a beat of silence passed between them before he continued, nonplussed.

“That gun is your strength and you’ll never reach it quick enough if it’s holstered on your less dominant side.” 

Surprisingly, Alicia did as she was told and Bucky thanked the high heavens for at least one win today. His gaze flicking to her slicked back ponytail — not a hair out of place — and her suddenly serious expression as he gave her a nod. 

“Lead the way, Sarge.” Then she beamed, big and bright, and Bucky groaned, swiping his metal hand over his face.

The forest wasn’t very thick, with large gaps between the trees. Bucky wasn’t sure if it would help or hinder them but the broad branches of the canopy were enough to disguise the quinjet in the clearing they touched down in.

They stood side by side at the ramp, eyes alert for any threat but there were none and the two Avengers made their way out of the clearing and into the forest in the direction of their factory target.

Quietly, the Quinjet closed back up behind them. He took a deep breath, listening, watching, trying to gauge just how close the guards were. "Should be through this area of forest," he said quietly, pointing straight in front of him.

The two Avengers tracked silently through the forest, only stopping to check their bearings and to listen for signs of life. Redwing had shown that there were few patrols in this area, which is why they'd chosen that particular landing site. 

Bucky had to admit that, when her mouth was shut and she was focussed on the mission, the girl could potentially make a half decent agent. She was light on her feet and her eyes were constantly monitoring the terrain whilst still.being watchful for danger and able to clock his position. He spotted movement ahead and was impressed that when he turned to signal their stop, she was already signaling the alert back, nodding her agreement.

Alicia’s dominant hand reached for her holster, hovering over it as she made a first step sideways to cover Bucky’s side. She clenched her jaw, her focus unwavering.

His gaze lingered there, following the motion of her throat as she swallowed. 

Funny how a single, innocent action could derail the train of thought of even the best soldier on the field.

In a matter of seconds, a sliver of light passed right by him. The air thickened as his senses fired up with danger signals.

In front of him a guard fell on the soft layer of leaves with a deaf thud, an all too familiar blade handle standing straight from his chest.

“Did you just throw my knife at him?” Bucky asked, almost giving himself whiplash from turning in Alicia’s direction.

“You just dropped something, Sarge,” She blinked up at him. “Your jaw.” 

"Don't touch my knife." He grumbled pressing his foot to the guard's chest and pulling it out in one swift motion. He wiped the blood on his pant leg before putting it back into his holster. "Did you bring any of your own?" Bucky glanced up at her watching as her eyes scanned the treeline around them. 

"Your's was closer." She muttered her blue gaze flicking down to his before she readjusted her grip on her gun and pushed forward. Bucky stood there, staring at her with a thousand thoughts running through his mind. It was impressive, her speed and aim. He had seen her in the training room, plenty of times throwing daggers at foam forms but never quite like that. "You coming?" She asked, cutting through his thoughts. 

He narrowed his eyes at her and nodded.

It wasn’t long before they made it to the factory. The building looked decrepit, surrounded by rubble and rotting wood. 

“This looks safe,” Alicia muttered, shuddering as a large bird landed on the roof and more brick and stone fell to the ground by the rusted iron doors. 

“We’ll be fine. Stay alert, watch my six. We make it to the vent, that’s half the job done.” 

“See, how can I not say it’s an easy op when you make it sound like a piece of cake?” 

Bucky glanced at her over his shoulder, two seconds away from an eye roll as he brought his fingers to his lips and mimed zipping them shut. 

“Shut up, Alicia. Got it, Sarge.” 

Bucky couldn’t contain the eye roll that time, choosing to ignore anything that came out of Alicia’s mouth that wasn’t mission imperative. He raised a hand, pointing two sharp fingers towards the entrance and made a mental note to knock Sam upside the head.

On the lightest of steps, both Bucky and Alicia crept silently to it and swiftly pulled it open, careful not to make a sound to alert any guards. With a confirming nod, Bucky went it first and then felt as Alicia went in after him.

He sent a silent prayer nothing would give out from underneath their weights as a low creak sounded.

Thankfully it was a short distance and they reached the end of it without trouble, checked their surroundings and headed for the hidden lab. 

“This is it,” Alicia muttered, approaching an unmarked and nondescript door.

She stood to the side, her hand on the door handle and then nodded to Bucky, awaiting his confirmation that he was ready. One brusque nod in return and they were entering and sweeping the room with a syncopation that belied the short amount of time they’d actually worked together.

Bucky stared at her, rifling through paperwork, her bottom lip pinched between her teeth in concentration. Maybe he’d been too hard on her, maybe she deserved…

“You ok there, Sarge?” She asked, shaking him from his reverie. “You look a little dazed. You didn’t touch any of the bottles did you? Didn’t breathe in any powder or gas? ‘Cause I’ve read things and as much as we’re teammates there ain’t no way I’d assist you in-”

“Can it, Ace, just keep looking,” he grumbled, his brows drawn into a frown.

Bucky watched as she rolled her eyes and continued her search. He turned and looked out of the door, looking side to side, making sure they weren't followed. He could hear every step, every shuffle of paper, every drawer and folder she opened. "Any luck?"

"Nothing," she shook her head, turning towards him. "And the intel was definite that the formula was still here?" She asked.

"You know as much as I do," he retorted, "you being in the briefing and all." He blew out a frustrated breath, turning away from her his eyes focussed on the bench at the far corner of the room. The drawers were all closed, with individual keyholes in each.

"Over here," Bucky suggested, covering the distance in a few strides.

Her footsteps behind him were careful, calculated and he counted each one until he knelt in front of the bench. Warm vanilla and lavender flooded his senses as she squatted next to him, running her fingers over each key hole. "Think you can get this open?" He asked, his voice strained as he tried to not let her sweet smell overwhelm him. 

"Maybe," She said with furrowed brows as she glanced closer. "You think they're in here?" 

"It's the only one locked." He said plainly. 

"It could also be a decoy." Alicia frowned, pulling out a small tool kit. "Use those ears of yours and listen for more guards while I do this." 

Bucky scowled, "you ain't the boss here Ace." 

"And you don't have the lock picking skill I do." She quipped back scooting closer to the drawers. "Have my back for once."

Bucky grumbled but took watch, glancing back at Alicia every few seconds. She hummed under her breath as she worked and he tried to drown it out, focusing his ears on the faint sounds beyond the door, picking out noise in the wind and footsteps too far away to worry about yet.

“How’s it looking?” 

“My pick keeps jamming, but I can feel it loosening. Just give me a moment,” Alicia replied, “I’ve got this, Sarge.”

“I know you do, Ace,” Bucky mumbled, pacing towards the door on light feet. 

“So you do trust me to do my job?” 

“Never said I didn’t. I just—” he was cut off when something clicked loudly and the sound of metal sliding on metal had him spinning on his heel. 

“Ah-ha! I’m in!”

"Careful!" The order came out quickly from Bucky, startling her as he rushed to her before she could touch anything. 

Alicia's hands were raised away from the drawer, apprehensive as he approached her and braced himself to open it.

"It could be booby trapped," Bucky felt the need to explain. Even if he knew that she understood without saying the dangers possibly lurking everywhere.

"Step back, let me handle it." He ordered firmly.

With a raised brow, Alicia stood back on her feet and gestured to the drawer in a sweeping motion.

"I don't think it's fair that you'd take a possible hit but.. all yours Sarge."

“Nice,” he nodded, a small smile gracing his features. “Now let’s get the hell out of here.”

Bucky watched as Alicia rolled the paperwork and stowed it inside the zip of her combat gear. 

"What?" She asked, feeling a scorning judgment brewing behind his hooded gaze. "This way I've got both hands free in case we need to fight our way out." 

"Well we may well need to do that. Come on, shift gears," cocking his head towards the door back to the tunnels. Checking the coast was clear before stepping out, Bucky took the lead, heading back in the direction they had entered the facility. Alicia followed close behind, watching to ensure there were no surprises from the rear.

"Oi!" Two men rounded the back corner of the building, stopping both Bucky and Alicia in their tracks. 

Alicia spun around, flashing a smile he had never seen before but sent a burst of butterflies through his stomach. "Hey boys!" She grinned, "Interesting place you've got here. Any renovations planned?" 

The two men shared a confused look before looking back at her. "Why don't you unzip that suit and show us what you have underneath it." 

A low snarl from his left almost made him turn to look at her but before he could even stop it, she took a step forward. 

"I tried being nice." She said before going straight for the one who made the comment. Bucky let out a sigh as the other man made eye contact with him and grinned before charging at him. 

"Son of a bitch." He whispered as fists started flying.

The fight was quick but messy. Bucky ended up with more blood on him than he would have liked, caught off guard just once when his eyes were on Alicia, holding her own but visibly tiring as she took on the other man. 

It ended with two unconscious goons dumped in the woods and the two Avengers making a run for the quinjet, a little bruised and battered but with the papers still secure in Alicia's pocket. 

"You did good back there, Ace," Bucky murmured as he fired up the jet. He set the nav system to autopilot before joining her in the rear, plopping down beside her with a heaving sigh. "Any injuries that can't wait?" 

With a shake of her head, Alicia pulled the documents out and handed them over. 

"All good, Sarge. You'll need these for your report later, right?" 

"Oh, uh. Yeah. Thanks, agent." 

"I'm gonna take the bunk, wake me when we're back?" Alicia murmured and all Bucky could do was nod before leaving her to it, making his way back up front and knocking one of the books he kept hidden for long journeys down from the locker above the control panel.

A four-note whistle dragged Bucky abruptly from his book and he cursed under his breath at Alicia, who stretched languidly after her nap and joined him in the co-pilot seat.

“What the hell was that?” He grumbled, more in embarrassment at being so distracted as to not hear her moving around in the back.

She repeated the whistled tune and Bucky’s gaze homed in on her pursed lips and the teasing glint in her eye.

“You keep doin’ that but I still don’t know what-“

“It’s from the movie, dumbass. Sorry, I mean Sarge” she chuckled, crossing her legs up on the control panel and gesturing to his copy of The Hunger Games.

“They made a movie of it?” He asked, his eyebrows raising in pleasant surprise before he caught himself and scowled once more. “I like books better.”

“Course you do,” Alicia sighed. “Old man.”

Bucky shot her another ornery glare and grunted as the autopilot signaled their approach and began to facilitate landing. He barely managed to ignore the way she ran through the co-pilot checks in synchronicity with him, as if they’d always worked so closely. 

As soon as they docked Bucky was up, out of his seat, and stalking down the ramp as if the hounds of hell were after him.

“Thanks, Sarge, good mission, great company,” Alicia called after him, with a barely audible “asshole” added at the end but, thanks to the damned serum, he heard it anyway.

Bucky sighed as he made his way to the locker room nearby before he stripped down, wanting to take a shower. He ran his hands over his face as he stood beneath the hot spray. Why couldn’t I fucking focus today?

It didn’t take him long to shower and get dressed but by the time he did the halls were dark and the tower was quiet aside from the sounds of Parker and Bishop arguing over some video game. They tried to teach it to him and it lasted about ten minutes before he almost threw the controller into the wall and stalked off. He made his way down to his quarters tossing his clothes into his room before heading into the small kitchen shared with the other rooms on this wing. 

Flickers of red hair and blue eyes filled his mind, sending feelings swarming in his chest that he wasn't familiar with. Ones he didn't know how to deal with. She was a pain in his ass, tenfold but she could also fight and held her own against his unruly attitude. 

Bucky reached for the bottle of whiskey on the top shelf of one of the cabinets and poured himself a glass.

Parking himself at the marble-top kitchen island with his drink and a bag of chips, Bucky laid the papers they recovered out in front of him. He wasn't going to sleep any time soon, never has done after a mission, even one so simple. His mind often reeled, flashbacks and what ifs and all the fears that he still harbored. They were training  young people to fight, to put themselves in danger and he couldn't help but feel responsible for them. 

Settling in for the night, he looked over the documents, making notes for his report and draining one then two glasses of whiskey. It wasn't until he heard footsteps, soft and sleepy, padding into the kitchen that he realized he'd let himself zone out, get lost in his work. 

Alicia rounded the island and made a beeline for a clean glass on the draining board. Bucky glanced up, noting her rumpled pajamas and ponytail, now loose and slept in, and silently pushed the bottle of whiskey towards her.

“Thanks,” she murmured, her voice rough from lack of sleep.

He huffed an acknowledgement and went back to staring at the paperwork, mindlessly swirling the amber liquid in his own glass.

A stool scraped across the floor and Alicia pulled herself up next to him, her head tilted as she perused the documents. He could smell her shampoo. The scent was…familiar, comforting, although he couldn’t quite put his finger on what it was. He found himself leaning closer to her and managed to pull back before he ended up with his nose buried in her scarlet ponytail.

“You should be asleep.” He muttered, glancing back down at the paperwork in front of him. The irony of that statement was he should be too. But lately the nights were long and a sick game of roulette on whether or not he’d get a peaceful sleep or be haunted by the nightmares of his past. 

Alicia tufts softly and leans back against the stool. “And let you have all the fun?” She said with the corner of her mouth turned upward as she reached for another small stack of paperwork. “Don’t think so, Sarge.” 

His eyes trailed to her profile. Button nose, pouty lips and eyes that even in the dark still seemed to shine a bright blue. “Can’t sleep, Ace?” 

It was small and quick but he caught how her body tensed for a brief moment at his question. It was the first inclination he’s had outside of her smart mouth. “Still wired from the mission I guess.” She said softly trying to recover that brief moment of silence after a question like that and not knowing how to answer. 

He was all too familiar with that.

"Wish I could tell you that feeling goes away," Bucky replied, taking a sip of his drink, "but you're lookin' at a man who'd rather bore himself with a mission report than close his eyes so I guess that tells you everythin' you need to know."

With her chin planted in the palm of her hand as she leant forward on the island, Alicia leveled him with a heavy stare before she bumped him softly on the shoulder. 

"You want to play a game?" She asked quietly, not what Bucky was expecting. "Twenty questions or something?" 

"Can't say I do, Ace." 

"Ah, come on. It'll be more interesting than reading those for what, the twentieth time?" 

"Fifteenth," Bucky murmured and Alicia cocked her head, pretty eyes knowing and convincing as hell.

He tried to ignore her stare and his jaw ticked as his face heated. A second passed, and another.

“Fine,” he huffed, shuffling around on his stool and taking a fortifying swig of liquor. “But I’m going first.”

“I wouldn’t expect anything less, Sarge. Fire away.”

Bucky hummed and took the opportunity to appraise her without having to pretend he wasn’t. 

“Cute pyjamas,” he grunted. “They your favorite color?”

“No, it’s blue. Why do you drink if it doesn’t affect you?” She retorted, firing straight back with a question of her own.

Bucky grinned at the quickness of her question. "Reminds me of the old days and I like the taste." 

"No one likes the taste." She quipped. 

He chuckled, "you've had shit whiskey then. Favorite drink?" 

"Tequila." 

"Tequila? Like mixed with some--" His brows raised when she shook her head cutting off his question. 

"Good old fashioned salt and lime." She smiled widely. "Does that surprise you?" 

Bucky thought about it for a moment and shook his head. "No. You're quite the spitfire, it's actually...quite the match." He chuckled.

"Thank you," Alicia grinned, "when did you lose your virginity?" 

Bucky blinked but rolled with it, "not pulling any punches, huh? 1933, Lucy Hargreaves. She was two years older and her Ma hated me." 

"Ooh, why?" Alicia shifted in her seat, big eyes earnest and her lips curved in interest. 

"Nice try, Ace, it's my turn," Bucky chuckled, reaching for a handful of chips and pushing the bag in her direction. He munched happily as he thought of another question, surprised by the way the load of tension in his shoulders was lightening and his whole body was turned towards Alicia now, open and comfortable.

“Tick tock, Sarge,” she teased, popping a chip into her mouth and firing a wink in his direction.

“Alright, alright. Why don’t you date?” He asked.

“I date,” Alicia protested, stiffening in her seat, her smile growing tight.

“Nah, you don’t. Or if you do it was before you moved in here. I ain’t seen you go out and there sure as hell ain’t been no-one havin’ a sleepover with you.”

“You keeping tabs on me, Barnes?” She grated awkwardly. “I didn’t realize you cared enough to notice.”

“I don’t, I mean, I do…I mean, not like that, I-“ Bucky blustered himself into a corner.

"Easy there," She said, grabbing his bicep. "Don't force yourself into a reboot." 

Bucky took a deep breath and glanced over at her his own body tense under the weight of her touch. "I'm not a robot." He frowned which only made the soft smile on her features grow. 

"Tell that to Wilson." she laughed and pulled her hand away and his heart fell with the loss of contact. "Who's turn is it?"

"Yours, and I feel like I'm gonna need more whiskey for this," Bucky muttered, topping up both of their glasses. 

"Why don't you date?" Alicia asked and it sounded as sincere as it did in retaliation to his own question. He should have expected that really. Bucky screwed his face up and gulped back his drink, wishing it would affect him for once. 

"I just don't," he replied, "next question." 

"Woah, no. I'm not letting you get away with that one, Sarge," Alicia said quickly. "Give me one honest reason why you don't, just one?" 

"You've met me," Bucky shrugged, a poor excuse for an answer and clearly not the one Alicia was expecting as her face fell. 

"What is that supposed to mean?" He saw her face contort into a mixture between contained anger and utter despair as she voiced her question, her voice going an octave louder in the silence.

She didn't wait for him to form a response to her question, not that he had much to say. He knew how people looked at him.

"Sarge! You may be a pain in my ass and also excel in riding my ass in training but," there was quiet determination in her eyes that had the chuckle that threatened to slip from him die down. 

"You're kind, and smart, and you care about us. Your team.. your family." 

Bucky tried to swallow down but it felt like his throat closed up. He didn't dare look her in the eyes even as her icy pools swept over his face.

"Anyone would be lucky to have you," she shrugged. Alicia's voice was much softer now as a tinge of red spread across her face and she turned away from him, picking up her drink.

"Anyone who makes you think otherwise is a fool." She ended quietly while avoiding his eyes and took a large gulp of the amber liquid.

“You been keepin’ tabs on me, Ace?” He managed to croak, ending on a chuckle that sounded forced even to him.

Alicia huffed a little and picked at the rim of her glass with one finger.

“I used to hate that nickname you know,” she muttered. “Always felt like you were putting me down, belittling me, like I wasn’t good enough for the famous Avengers.” Bucky opened his mouth to apologize but she waved her hand to cut him off. “I said I used to. Don’t mind it so much anymore.”

“Why?” Bucky asked, conscious of the tension that was building; like the air before a thunderstorm.

“‘Cause you’re the only one that uses it,” she admitted, looking across at him, a flush creeping across her cheeks.

"Everyone needs a nickname." He muttered feeling those butterflies swarm in his belly again. Her eyes flickered up to his and it was like a bolt of lightning struck him. 

"You don't have nicknames for the others." She said quietly with a hint of hopefulness that sent his heart into a frenzy. He did, but they weren't nice and mainly consisted of picking on Parker. "You also don't ride the others as hard as you do me in training." 

"What are you gettin' at Ace?" He asked softly, picking at the label on the whiskey bottle trying to avoid looking at her because if he did again, if he found those ice blue eyes he was going to be a goner and she was one thing he wasn't going to allow himself to ruin. 

Alicia let out a breath. "I just think maybe you don't dislike me as much as you put off."

Bucky huffed out a soft chuckle, half hating that she’d put the words out there and half pleased he didn’t have to say them himself. 

“You’re—” he paused and dared to glance up, forcing himself to look ahead at the kitchen cabinets but even seeing her blurred in his peripherals was almost too much. 

“I’m what, Sarge?” 

“You’re somethin’ else, Ace.”

The laugh that left her lips was surprised, melodic and a hint of delight danced across her features as Bucky felt that sound hit somewhere deep in his chest. A cascade of feelings he didn't want to put a name to yet filled him.

His hand twitched to rub at his chest where his heart was but he forced himself to only grip the glass in his hand, if a little tighter than before.

"I'll take that as a compliment, Sarge." She said after her laugh had gently faded. A quick wink following.

“You should,” he said, tossing back the last gulp of whiskey and pouring himself another helping.

“I’ll take another, too.”

“Compliment, or whiskey?” He asked, making the mistake of actually looking directly at her.

“Both?” She grinned, sliding her glass towards him. “Although if you carry on with the compliments I’m gonna start to think you actually like me.”

Bucky froze. It was only for a split second but he knew Alicia had noticed. Cursing himself he tried to downplay his reaction but it was no use.

“Sarge?” She asked quietly, warily, almost…hopefully? 

He didn’t respond and when she reached to retrieve her whiskey she stilled him by wrapping her fingers around his on the glass.

“Bucky?”

Bucky's entire body tensed at the feeling of her warm soft skin. 

"Bucky." She said again and this time he cleared his throat with a nod but his gaze remained on their hands. Her fingers loosened their grip on his hand but lingered there for a moment before they trailed up his wrist. 

"What are you doing?" He asked, his voice low and raspy as he tried to calm his racing heart. 

"Is that one of your questions?" She asked just as softly. 

Bucky's gaze finally found hers and he nodded. 

"I'm testing something." Alicia whispered. 

His brows furrowed in confusion as her hand crawled slowly up his arm until it stopped just below his elbow. "When was the last time you kissed someone?" She asked softly.

“Couldn’t tell you,” Bucky murmured, unsure if he liked the new way his heart was thrumming hard and fast against his rib cage. It wasn’t the scared thundering he was used to, no overwhelming roar in his ears this time. 

His breath hitched as Alicia’s hand traveled further, up to his bicep where her fingertips pressed lightly into the muscle. Bucky glanced down and he found himself unable to tear his eyes away from how she was holding onto him, warm and gentle and foreign to him now. 

“What would you do if I were to kiss you now?” 

“Alicia.” If he meant it to be a warning, it didn’t come out that way. Her name sounded soft on his lips, a breath of syllables rolling off his tongue in a way he rather liked.

"Tell me," her voice was breathy, soft even though her breathing was starting to turn a little shallow in front of him.

He couldn't help it, couldn't control the way his hand let go of the glass it held and inched its way closer to her while the other clenched and whirred under the strain of his nerves. Both their eyes tracked the movement before locking on each other's faces. 

Alicia's face was flushed under his gaze, inching slightly closer to him with every breath she took.

"I think..." he hesitated. "I would kiss you back." 

The confession hung heavy in the air they shared, Bucky's eyes tracing her face as he dared to touch her back and placed his hand on the curve of her hip and felt her breath hitch.

 Alicia was so delicate underneath his careful touch.

"Can I kiss you, Bucky?"

His tongue darted out to dampen his bottom lip and he drew in a shaky breath. “Y-yeah.”

Her hand on his bicep moved again sliding gently upward to curl around the back of his neck, her thumb stroking tenderly along the curve of his jaw. His pulse thrummed beneath her fingers, which tightened with the smallest amount of pressure to draw him forwards.

“You’re gonna have to meet me halfway, big guy,” she whispered, her mouth curving into a smile as she leaned towards him.

He wouldn’t have been able to stop himself even if he’d wanted to, bending his head down to her, and then her lips were pressed against his so delicately that he almost didn’t believe it was happening. He felt the slight tremble in her kiss, as if her heart were beating as fast as his. If he concentrated he could actually hear it, pounding out a desperate rhythm.

Knowing that she was just as nervous or anxious as he was made him feel less like a hundred year old who couldn’t remember the last time he kissed someone and more like a man desperate for touch. 

He slid his arm around her waist turning fully into her and took her top lip between his deepening the kiss until by sheer instinct he pulled her closer. 

Alicia whimpered slightly as his arm wrapped around her and it forced him to break the kiss, wide eyes and terrified that he had done something to hurt her. “Why did you stop?” She breathed, her breath warm against his. 

“Did I hurt you?” He said the words tight and strained. 

The warmest smile spread over her face as she shook her head. “No, but I can take it.” She whispered. 

This made him chuckle and nod softly as he dipped his head once more. “Okay tough guy.” He rasped before slotting his lips over hers once again.

As they kissed, Alicia toyed with the soft tufts of hair at the nape of his neck, longer than usual just like she'd pointed out earlier, but the fizz of warmth it sent through him as she twirled the strands around her fingers made him reluctant to even think about cutting it now. 

Alicia sighed, her lips parting further and presenting Bucky with the chance to lick into her mouth, taste the whiskey and chips on her tongue. He groaned into it, his fingers dancing over her sides until he had a tight but gentle grasp on her waist. 

"Hold on, Ace," he murmured into her mouth, giving her the barest warning before he hauled her out of her stool and onto his lap. The gleeful yelp that escaped her pulled out a laugh, loud and full as his nose scrunched in delight. And then he dove straight back in, too deep now to stop kissing her for even a second.

Little moans escaped her mouth and right into his as Bucky's hunger grew with each swipe of tongue against one another. His skin felt on fire as heated blood rushed through his veins. 

It was too much and not enough all at once, his hands roved over every inch he could reach and reveled in the way her back arched into him. Her arms wound around his neck to pull herself closer to him.

Bucky pulled back from her mouth only to trail his lips and tongue down her jaw, letting her breathe while he nipped and kissed his way to a spot below her ear that had her gasping the air right back out.

"Oh god.." 

Both his hands tightened on Alicia's hips at the sultry sound. It echoed in his ears again as he repeated the motion.

“Mmm…” Bucky nipped and licked down her neck before sucking gently on her pulse. When he pulled back he grinned, seeing her eyes blown wide with lust and arousal. “Wow…”

He let his gaze drop, taking in her little pyjamas properly now she was so close. His eyes fell to her vest top first, so thin he could see the way her nipples pebbled beneath the fabric, and then the little slither of her belly, pale and soft in the dim light of the kitchen. 

Bucky swallowed thickly, shivered as Alicia trailed her own hands down his chest until they settled between them, where her legs straddled him, all tiny plaid shorts and bare flesh against the rough denim of his jeans. When he finally dragged his eyes back up to meet hers, still dark, still full of wanting, Alicia fluttered her long eyelashes and flashed him a cheeky little smirk. 

"Mind if I move, Sarge?" She whispered and Bucky groaned. His grip on her tightening as he gave her a short nod of affirmation, sucking in a breath at the sudden and torturously slow grind of her hips.

“God,” Bucky gritted out, his hand sliding up to palm her breast through her top, his thumb stroking over her pebbled nipple.

A low moan slipped past her lips and he caught it with his own, teasing into her mouth with his tongue. It was Alicia who tugged down the front of her own top and suddenly there was the tender heat of her bare flesh beneath his palm, a counterpoint to the friction of her core grinding against the straining tent in his jeans.

He shifted on the stool, barely managing to contain the urge to rut against her and desperately trying to control the strength of his grip on her waist as he held her close.

Heat licked at his belly as he nipped at her bottom lip, earning himself another moan dripping from her plump kiss bitten lips. Bucky slid his free hand up her back, tangling it in her hair as she rolled her hips again. It was driving him crazy. She was driving him crazy. Every tiny movement, every sigh, every whimper it all sent a thrill straight to his cock. 

His palm squeezed gently around her breast, molding it to his hand as her head fell back, a soft moan escaping her before she lifted her head with a soft grin. Her lips formed into a smirk before she rocked harder once and dipped her head to nip along his jawline.

"Fuck, Alicia-- sweetheart," Bucky choked out, his own head lolling to the side to give her better access to his skin. He could feel her mouthing hotly at his neck, forming a bruise that wouldn't be there come morning; a real shame if you asked him. 

His hands skimmed her body, trying to touch every inch of her, feel her strength and her softness under his fingertips. Every gorgeous bit of her that had him writhing in his seat, trying so hard to keep it together. 

"You can let go, you know. If it feels good," she whispered and Bucky stuttered out a groan and a series of soft grunts as he helped her hips keep up a steady pace that drove them both someplace higher, teetering on the edge of pleasure.

Her teeth nipped at his ear with hot breath and whispered, "keep going." 

All of it was enough to push him over the edge, soaking the inside of his boxers and jeans. He desperately needed her to come too and it wasn't far behind him that her body softly shuddered in his arms. A series of soft praises flew from her mouth as she pressed her lips into his neck sending a chill down his spine. There were a few moments of silence that settled between them. The sounds of their breathing filled the kitchen area. 

"One more question?" He said softly wrapping his arms around her as she melted into his chest. 

"What's that?" She said softly. 

"Will you...I mean would you like to maybe go out sometime?" He said softly as she lifted her head. 

Alicia smiled warmly and nodded. "I'd like that." 

A throat cleared behind them. Bucky's eyes darted to the door seeing Sam standing in the doorway with a shit eating grin. Embarrassment flooded him and his cheeks turned a soft shade of pink as Alicia fixed her top and slowly slid off of his lap. "I'll leave you two to it." She grinned and disappeared down the hallway. 

Bucky leaned forward against the counter, adjusting his jeans underneath it. 

"Pain in your ass huh?" Sam smirked, reaching for the whiskey. 

"Shut up Sam." Bucky groaned and slid out from the counter and shoved past him down towards his quarters leaving Sam chuckling in the kitchen. The moment he was alone, he slipped out of his pants and boxers, finding new ones and crawled into bed. Red hair, blue eyes and perfectly pouty lips flooding his thoughts as his eyes grew heavy and he dreamed of the girl two doors down.

[cairoscene]

went like a not insignificant distance into your blog because I can feel the batfamily consuming me and eating my heart and so on. haven’t ever read or watched or played batman however. as I trust your opinions Where do you suggest I start

omg welcome. i have recently been afflicted with something similar so i do have recs!! in terms of canon — which i will say i have middling opinions about, and i'll admit that i haven't really read any comics older than the 90s — i'll recommend the comics that really got me In Trouble: Batman: The Knight (2021). 10 issues by Chip Zdarsky and Carmine Di Giandomenico. this remains my batman holy grail. it's about bruce's journey to becoming batman and focuses on pivotal experiences in his education. it also features my favorite hot sexy murderous ex husband, minhkhoa khan. also, and most importantly, has some of the best written bruce and alfred interactions that i've read.

Nightwing (2016) #78—. by Tom Taylor and Bruno Redondo. idk this was one of the first ones i read and i just really enjoy the punchy art and the action and the dialogue. from my understanding from #78 onward, the issues are trying to maybe breathe more life and color into nightwing's stories, and for me it works. it's just super fun and cute and i love dick grayson.

Dark Knights of Steel (2021). another Tom Taylor, this time with Yasmin Putri. idk if you told me a year ago that i would be into reading a DC fantasy AU where superman is a prince and batman is his loyal guard i would have laughed in your face. but it's really very fun and the art is excellent. i have quibbles about the worldbuilding, but the robins make it worth it. the robins feature and they are delightful. excellent brainworm material overall. it's still ongoing and i'm not sure how many issues are planned.

Batman/Superman: World's Finest (2022). this one's by Mark Waid and !!! Dan Mora (whose art i cannot stress enough makes me cry) and it's set to be 10 issues, there's one more coming in december. it's got great sort of vintagey vibes and is just really really fun, featuring dick grayson robin who i would run into a burning building for.

for batman proper i'll say i've been kind of cherrypicking issues to read, but i read a good long run of Batman (2016) starting with #102 because, you guessed it, it's the introduction of minhkhoa khan, aka the ghost-maker. i also enjoyed the Fear State saga (#112-117), but most recently i've been very into the recent issues by Chip Zdarsky and Jorge Jimenez starting with #125, which sets up a conflict between batman and failsafe—an AI bruce himself created in case he ever needed to be taken down. so far the failsafe saga has given me:

bruce badly beaten and bleeding <3

the whole family banding together to try to stop failsafe

batman zur-en-arrh, which is like, if batman fell into a bucket of colorful paint

so, so many tim drake feelings

just to name a few.

PHEW so for non-comic media, i recommend:

Batman: Wayne Family Adventures. a webcomic from Webtoon by CRC Payne and Starbite. new episodes every week and they're FREE and they focus on slice-of-life family stuff and some character-centric episodes, which is all i've ever wanted really. this was the first batman thing i read, which kicked me off into looking into canon more, resulting in this hilarious set of messages to my friend spanning probably no more than a few hours:

for movies, i don't tend to vibe with the characterization of bruce (and damian. and dick. and talia..) but i enjoyed Batman: Bad Blood (2016) and Batman: Under the Red Hood (2010). also Please Watch The Lego Batman Movie. seriously it's really good and fun

for video games, i've only played Batman: Arkham Knight (2015) out of the legendary series of games by Rocksteady. but man is it A Game (admiring). i also do have a lot of fun playing Gotham Knights (2022) because it's focused on the kids in the batfamily, but i will admit that it sure is A Game (derogatory).

jesus this is getting long. in terms of fic, i would probably have to make a separate post for all of the fic that's lit my brain on fire but you can check out my fic rec tag here on tumbo and my public bookmarks on AO3 for some of my favorites. i also highly endorse all of the fics in @vinelark 's batfam fic rec thread on twitter.

thanks for this opportunity to gush incoherently and i hope this helps <3

[kookieswan]

Shadow Play – Introductions

Haunted!2Seok x Medium!Reader

Word Count: 1.8k

Tags/Warnings: Poly!AU (eventually), Ghost/Demon!AU, Angst, Fluff.

Warnings: General spookiness/horror, Mentions of Injury/Bodily Harm, MC can see spirits/demons/unsettling things. More to come!

Notes: SO! The Shadow Play series is being rewritten. I’m reworking each chapter to fit a new sort of pacing, but the general story will remain the same for the most part. I hope you all enjoy! Also! Some spookiness for October heh.

This is the 1st instalment of the Shadow Play Series! Find the Masterlist here!

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Staring up at the enormous apartment building, you already feel unbelievably uneasy. It’s 7PM, the sun is starting to slowly set over the horizon, casting shadows over the architecture around you. Shaking your head a bit, you try and clear your mind, adjusting the large backpack you brought and making your way through the front entrance to the center desk. There’s a man there, security you’re guessing, so you stop and confirm with him first. You try to ignore the nametag which proudly states ‘Dick’. Glancing down at your phone, you read the info the frantic men had sent you.

“Uh, excuse me…. I’m here to see Hoseok Jung and Seokjin Kim. Apartment number… 666.” Of course, they live in 666, why wouldn’t they? The man nods his head, stating that they were already expecting you and that you’re allowed to pass up to the penthouse. With that, you step toward the elevator to get to the sixty-sixth floor of the building. It’s shiny, and you can’t help but wonder exactly how an entity had come to haunt such an upscale place, particularly since it seems to be a relatively new building. Everything around you screams money, the sleek black of the marble in the lobby, the large vases of flowers, everything…

Thinking back, you had thought it amusing when the men first called you. They sounded scared shitless, which you suppose is understandable if they actually DO have something disturbing them. Both men took turns practically yelling into the phone, trying to explain that they’ve been seeing and hearing things for months now. Something or another about broken dishes, flipped trash cans, and odd sounds. The thing is though, most people call you only to waste your time. Claiming that a ghost is haunting them, only for it to be a tree branch outside of their house brushing against a window, or something similar to that. Some of them are honest mistakes, others, well…

The elevator dings when you finally make it to the 66th floor, letting you know that you’ve made it to the right place. Before you step out, you try to feel for something off, something that stands out, but nothing seems to be out of place. There’s only a single door in front of you, number 666, since this is apparently a penthouse. Blowing out a huff of air, you raise your hand and knock the door, only getting two knocks in before the door flings open almost dramatically. Who you’re guessing is Seokjin and Hoseok stand on the other side, eyes blown wide as saucers as they take in your form. They’re both scarily good looking, very different from each other but both carrying their own charm. The two men are dressed quite nicely but it makes sense considering where they live. You’ll have to ask them what they do for work when you get the chance.

The one with the broad shoulders introduces himself as Seokiin, taking your hand hastily and shaking it. You can feel how balmy his hands are, veins popping out slightly. Glancing at him, you take note that his hair is a warm brown color and fluffy, almost matching the tone of his eyes. It wouldn’t be far fetched to call him the prettiest person you’ve ever seen.

Hoseok doesn’t waste much time grabbing your other hand, shaking it up and down quickly while he gives you the biggest heart shaped grin. He has darker hair, black and wavy, but his eyes are a similar color to Seokjins. If only all of your clients caught your attention like this; last week it was an old lady who accidently let her pet hamster out, which then proceeded to terrorize her. That poor, poor, hamster…

“We’re so happy you’re here! Honestly, we’re at our wits end trying to figure out what to do. We even considered calling the church, but Hoseok insisted we’d ignite if we stepped foot inside.” The men continue to stand side by side as Seokjin drawls on, handsome faces trained on you as you stare directly past them. Another quick glance for something that could potentially be wrong, but nothing makes itself known. Snapping your eyes to look between them, you try your best to give them a small smile, and silently wonder why they’re possibly making everything up.

“I’m happy to be here to help you both. May I come in…?” They part from each other and let you come forward without further question. You step in hesitantly, unsure of what exactly you’re facing at the moment. If there really is something causing them issue, it’s hiding away from you and likely won’t show itself if it already hasn’t. The men usher you a little further inside to what must be the living room as you glance around, taking note of the way the penthouse is laid out.

“Would you like something to drink?” You do, suddenly feeling unbelievably parched, so Hoseok gestures for you to sit in a chair opposite to their couch while Seokjin leaves to go grab tea. Settling in the spot while making small talk with Hoseok, you glance around the area to try and find any sort of darkness, but only light continues to gleam through the large windows. A good development you suppose, nothing is certainly better than something. Seokjin comes back a few minutes later, a tray with tea and a few pastries on it. You thank him, pulling your notebook out of your bag, and ask them to tell you about their experiences.

“So, tell me everything you can. Every little detail is good, but maybe start with the bigger issues or events you’ve been encountering.” The men are quiet for a moment, glancing at each other and fidgeting uncomfortably. Seokjin sits forward, remaining quiet, but you wait patiently as you take a sip of your tea (which is delicious). If this is real, you can only imagine what they may have seen, and you don’t want to pry. Not right away at least, not before you hear their side of things.

“Well… We see things. All the time. There are shadows everywhere, even when we have a bunch of lights on. It’s like something always… creeping around?” You start to take notes diligently, wanting to make sure you have a good understanding of the type of scourge you could be facing. From what’s been said already, it seems to like to hide in the shadows, hunting its prey quietly but effectively; the only issue being that you haven’t seen jack shit. Malevolent things like to hide though… Hoseok nods before piping up, voice wavering as he speaks.

“I’ve been pulled out of my bed… On more than one occasion. Things move all the time too. I’ll be in the shower, and something will fall off the sink, or I’ll be in the kitchen and suddenly the spoon I was using moved across the room.” So, if it is something, it’s fucking with them, that much is clear. The biggest question though is if had physically harmed them yet. There’s a distinct difference between light mischief and actual damage.

“Have you been physically harmed? Scratches, burns, cuts… Anything like that?” They both shake their head and you breath out a sigh of relief, happy to know that they’re at least kind of safe for the time being if this thing is real. You entered their space though, its space, and that could certainly stir things up a lot in the long run. Seokjin lets the smallest of smiles grace his face before answering you.

“No, Petunia hasn’t touched us. Well, beside occasionally pulling us from our beds. Maybe they just think we’re cute, I don’t know…” It’s dead silent after that, and your raise a brow in disbelief. Leaning forward, you frown and look the handsome man dead in the eye as he sits back in his seat, smile turning uncertain as you get into his space.

“You… you named the thing that you think is haunting you?!” They blink at you owlishly and nod as you sink further into your seat. Delicious idiots the two of them, trying to dig their own graves rather early in life. Letting out a long sigh, you crack a few of your fingers warily before addressing the situation. They were being dumb, sure, but it seemed to be unintentional for the most part.

“You give spirits power by naming them. It’s something you should never, ever do.” Hoseok actually seems to turn a green color while Seokjin looks unbelievably pale. It’s too late now, but hopefully the entity wasn’t too encouraged by the action. Petunia isn’t the most empowering of names anyways. Writing down more of the info they gave you, you nearly jump out of your skin as Hoseok shrieks loudly out of nowhere, Jin falling off of the couch and onto his ass.

“It just ran behind you! Like a shadow, holy shit!” Glancing behind yourself, you don’t see a single thing. Not a hint of coldness, no eerie shadows in sight; everything looks normal save for the curtain blowing in the breeze. Glancing back at the two men, you take in their scared expressions quietly. They look real enough, but still… Something about all of this doesn’t seem quite right.

“Hey, both of you. It’s alright. It’ll be alright, I promise I’ll figure this all out for the two of you.” They both nod although there’s definitely a loss to the chipper qualities they both held before. Hoseok’s hair falls into his eyes as he looks around, back and forth almost animatedly. Seokjin is about the same, but his long hair is slicked back from his face, allowing you to see the way his brows furrow.

Even if all of this does seem suspicious, it’s clear that these men are scared of something within their home. Perhaps a bird’s shadow flying by a window, a loose pipe, a damn mouse even… But it’s bothering them, and something tells you that you have to do something about it. You have to do something to make them feel better. And so, sitting forward in your seat a bit, you take a deep breath and look back and forth between them, determination in your eyes.

“I think… I’d like to stay the night to observe if that’s alright?”

[princessjaqulinechess1031]

If I was in charge of a Batman cartoon — something that will literally NEVER happen, because I live in Alabama with no connections to the animation industry.

I would take advantage of Batman’s large cast of characters and cast it as an ensemble show. To reflect that, the show would be named something like The Dark Knights of Gotham, with the ‘s’ spray painted on at the end of Knight to give the impression this is a new reality for Bruce, with it by the end of the show the ‘s’ appearing as though it was there all along.

Season 1

In Season 1, the pilot would not be a retread of Batman’s story, but instead the pilot picks up with Dick’s story of the circus. Bruce has been active for about three years, and it’s just him and Alfred. I would want it to be a show that doesn’t focus too much on the larger world it’s sport of, à la X-Men: Evolution, so the Justice League is almost a non-existence presence. At the end of the two part pilot, Dick joins as Robin, as it’s the normal story, but at the end of the pilot we learn that the Joker pulled the strings and coerced Tony Zucco into taking the step to kill Dick’s parents, revealing he is closer to his portrayal by Heath Ledger, in that his brand of chaos is still chaos but it’s calculated. He has a goal, to break Batman, and he will play the long game to do it. Throughout the first season, we have small but noticeable time jumps that reveal Dick is getting older, with growing tension between Dick and Bruce as he gets older. Throughout the season, we get hints that Joker is building towards something, and in the finale it comes to a head — Joker kidnaps Dick and uses him as bait to lure Batman out. His plan is to kill Dick to break Batman, but Dick manages to escape and they take down Joker before Batman is killed, a last-ditch effort for Joker to get what he wants. Joker loses, but he notices the tension between Batman and Robin. The season ends with Dick leaving to become Nightwing, with teases of two characters in the final moments of the season — Batman catches someone stealing his tires and a Dr. Quinzel is buzzed into Joker’s cell at Arkham, where he was taken after his capture.

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Season 2

Season 2 takes place two years later (you’ll find time jumps are common, similar to Young Justice). Jason has established himself as the new Robin and we open this season mid-battle between Batman, Robin, Harley Quinn, and Joker. The battle ends in Batman and Robin’s favor, but it’s difficult and it’s established that Harley Quinn has made Joker all the more formidable. Nightwing makes sporadic appearances throughout the season, sometimes it’s merely Nightwing declining calls other times he helps on a case. We’d have an episode based on that part in Nightwing: Year One, where Nightwing and Robin team up to save Batman. This would be towards the end of the season, where after multiple episodes of Nightwing dismissing or being outright rude to Robin, they finally connect and Nightwing accepts him as Robin. The finale is the Death in the Finale storyline as Joker tries to break Batman again, with the added addition of Harley Quinn, who after Jason dies realizes the error of her ways and vows to be better. We close on Batman weeping as he holds Robin, and we hear him whisper Jason’s name mournfully before fading to black.

Season 3

Season 3 opens on the same shot of Bruce holding Jason, before it transitions to Batman viciously hunting down Riddler and demanding to know if Riddler knows Joker’s location, who has disappeared in the aftermath of Jason’s death. Jim Gordon appears and arrests Riddler, and we zoom out to see a dark figure watching from the distance as Batman disappears into the night. Harley Quinn is in Arkham, where Stephanie Brown is visiting to see Cluemaster. Stephanie recognizes Harley and demands to know how she sleeps at night, to which Harley replies she doesn’t. Stephanie is shaken by this. Tim breaks into the Batcave and demands to be Robin, and to which Bruce refuses and almost has him arrested. A day later, Dick intervenes and tells him to get over himself and take Tim on. For half the season, Tim is Robin, and periodically we visit Stephanie, who is starting out as Spoiler and her rocky relationship with Batman, with Tim running interference when they meet and in the mid-season finale, Tim is busted as Robin by his father and Stephanie takes over as Robin from him. Stephanie and Bruce argue constantly, and we see flashbacks to his fighting with the other Robins, and he fires her in the penultimate episode of the season. Tim takes back over in the final battle against Joker, who has come out of hiding. Stephanie reappears when it looks like all is lost, and she and Batman make up. We close on a speech from Batman about never giving up on family, and he says he can’t make Stephanie Robin again, instead he makes a new position for her — the first Batgirl.

Season 4

Season 4 opens with a flashback indicating it happened the night Jason died, and we are introduced to the League of Assassins, who take Jason’s body from the morgue and revive in a Lazarus Pit. We jump to present day, where we see Robin, Batgirl, Batman, and Nightwing all chasing one man — the Red Hood, a new villain in Gotham. We see them getting aid from an off-screen voice, and then we learn who it is — Barbara Gordon, who was a victim of the Joker and decided to help the heroes of Gotham as Oracle. (Side note: I made Stephanie the first Batgirl and put Babs first as Oracle just to streamline the process, and because I don’t want this to just be a repeat of all the comic books.) Red Hood gets away, but a few nights later they are aided by a mysterious figure. The whole season is spent investigating this person and Red Hood. Mid-season we learn this is Cassandra, and she joins them. Cassandra will be completely mute and speak through sign-language. She takes on the name Black Bat. They eventually corner Red Hood after he finds the Joker and in an emotional confrontation, Jason leaves before he kills Joker but says he will never join Batman again. Season 4 is the last season, so in the finale we cut to a time skip. Dick has become Batman to an arrogant and moody but four years in the future — this is Damian. Stephanie and Tim are married and have left the hero game behind, and Babs runs mission ops for the new Batgirl Cassandra. This leads into a spin-off, where we follow the new Robin and Batman.

this stinks but I couldn’t get it out of my head

thoughts?

[paladin-of-nerd-fandom65]

Happy Black Friday! :D

1: speaking of Black Friday do they participate in that stuff?

2: you mention that they love Disney, are they kingdom hearts fans? If so I can see Chris making a dark key blade using his dark powers

3: when does their families start doing Christmas stuff? On the first of December, right after thanksgiving, somewhere in the middle of November (XD)

4: if they were in the video game injustice, or maybe in a T rated video game, what kind of “super move” would they use? Like Chris would use supergirls super move from the second injustice game but with blue heat vision instead.

5: does the duo have a theme song? Like how Superman has the John Williams theme.

6: new villains OC: one villain who uses light & another villain who gains the typical superhuman powers by being stoic or emotionless; the opposites of Chris & Jake.

1. Well actually, the Duo are participants…as extra security for a local mall in Bludhaven. They are volunteers who are meant to provide from extra back up just in case the rushing crowds become too much for the actual security to handle by themselves. Chris also, given his super speed, can easily help repair and fix broken tables, stands and other such equipment all across the mall if there’s a chance to do so. The boys don’t ask for any rewards but after the mall closes for the day or at least the crowds are finally under control, the management insists that they can have anything inside they want, free of charges. At the end, Jake got himself a new Xbox Series X while Chris got some clothes for Mom Lois and himself, something matching for lazy days off for them.

2. I can see them having an appreciation of that series, just not mega fans like so many of their classmates are. That said, I can see them having Keyblade replicas that compatible with their superpowers; Chris having a dark key making sense for his Nightwing entity while Jake can have a Key that looks similar to Roxas’

3. The decorations and searching for gifts so synonymous with the Christmas season for both Kents and Graysons begins about the day after Thanksgiving. In both households, Lois and Dick respectively have to gently reign in their loved ones from using their speed to set up the decor, since after all if it’s done in an instant, where’s the actual fun in decorating. Plus, every year both households try to differentiate and diversify where each decoration goes and what it is anyways, so slowing down can help make those choices. Also also, Chris and Jake no doubt begin to stockpile eggnog as best at they can as they both know what drink they’ll go to for certain

4. Chris: First he tackles his opponent straight to the ground, then grab them by the leg, tossing them into the air, followed up by one punch after another to send them flying ever so high up into the full Moon sky, finally, Chris, with the Moon right behind him and on top of his opponent, summons the Nightwing entity, eyes glowing a burning bright blue, slams into his opponent, sending them both plummet straight to the ground, crashing landing with a meteor like explosion that can be seen from space. Chris gets back up to his fighting position.

Jake: First fires his grappling lines form both his main escrima sticks at his opponents’ legs, wrapping them up, next he grabs a spare third stick to fire its line at a nearby building (or cliff side), sending him upwards with his wrapped up opponent dragged along. Once they reach the top, Jake then retracts his wires, sending his opponent flying straight into a starbolt uppercut fist, sending them into the air before Jake leaps right next to them, somersaulting in the air as he charges up his feet with starbolts from there before slamming them into his opponent, sending them back down to the ground. Just as the opponent bounces back from the impact into the air, Jake quickly floats over to the side where their head is, his eyes glowing green signifying full power, headlocks them and does an Diamond Cutter with such force, it makes a gigantic crater. Jake then takes his sticks and resumes his normal stance.

5. Well aside from both “With a Little Help From My Friends” by the Beatles and “You’re My Best Friend” by Queen, if we are talking more classical orchestral music for their theme, I’d probably go with target amazing rendition of Beethoven’s ‘Ode to Joy’

6. Hmmmm….

Lemme see if I can work with those two ;-)

- The one that uses light based powers. I see them being a fan of Doctor Light, utilizing a copycat tech that achieves some what a similar function, to utilize the ability of light and brightness into a force that can affect their enemies on a physical level, plus also as a means of blinding enemies for a quick getaway. Main difference being while The OG Dr Light is a meta human, this villain is completely human and therefore relies on tech to achieve those feats. They made a name for themselves as mainly a hitman of sorts for various Bludhaven mob bosses, being an enforcer to leaves their message to clients not to screw with them, lest they suffer the consequences. Because of that affiliation, they run afoul for the Starburst Duo in many capers and occasions. Outfit wise, they sport a more casual appearance of a custom yellow and black leather trench coat, black combat boots, yellow construction worker pants and in the back of said trench coat, their logo which is an emblem of two bright red stars on top and bottom, bound together by yellow stripes and a red single stripe that goes across the spell their villain moniker, Infar-Dead.

- Then there’s the villain with no emotion yet the power to match….easy explanation. He’s a cyborg clone of Chris and Jake combined, armed with artificial flight jets, twin hand starbolt cannons, black-white eye beams, rotating finger missiles, toe missiles, knee missiles, throat missiles, titanium/promethium/iron blend metal build and yet also benevolent obedience to his scientist creator, a woman doctor of advanced robotics d from STAR Labs who has a radio remote which has the cyborg obey anyone who presses their commands to him. Unfortunately that remote frequently gets into the wrong hands, leading the cyborg, dubbed Mecha-NightBird, to attack our heroes on numerous occasions. The Mechagodzilla to our Heroes’ Godzilla if you lays

Thanks for the asks @gothicghost2000 . It’s appreciated :-D

[lxvestxned]

Tongue Tied (18+)

steven grant x f!reader steven and reader are fresh into their dating phase (after a long time of friendship). reader finally admits she’s ready to try something new. warnings: first time sex talk between two mildly drunk, awkward virgins lmao, pet names, alcohol consumption, minors go tf away this is clearly a telltale “i wrote this purely for myself and only to please me” bit of writing that has collected dust in my notes app. so do with this little 888 word blurb what you will. i just really love this dude and the idiots to lovers trope.

“I don’t really understand sex. I mean obviously because I’ve never done it before.” She didn’t mean to sound so annoyed with her last statement, but it didn’t help that she began to talk through a clenched jaw. “But, I think…” she shifted to hold her cup of wine between both hands as she stared down into it, “… I want to do it with you.”

Steven’s reaction (or rather lack thereof) was no surprise to her. When she looked up through her lashes, it was clear what was going on in his brain from his side of the loveseat. She could practically see the cogs churning and breaking down behind his eyes. And unfortunately, all the metaphorical computer shutdown noises coming from Steven.exe was not enough to fill the silence, so she’d felt the need to buy him time to power back up.

“Obviously, we won’t really know what we’re doing and everyone has warned me that it probably won’t be good the first time. But like— I think all of my friends lost it really young, back when we all had this limited concept of what sex was supposed to be and how we were supposed to be perform in it. And I just know I wouldn’t have to worry about all that with you. And anyway— anyway the other day, all you did was like groan while stretching and I still can’t get it out of my head. I just want to make you… feel good I guess.”

A bit of a long winded way to say ‘please let me put your dick in my mouth’, but at least she eventually got to a point. Steven seemed to have finally defrosted, but only enough to rapidly bat his eyelashes. His face was still stuck doing that thing where one brow was arched a bit higher than the other, his mouth agape despite the fact that he may not be breathing at all.

She took a long sip out of her glass, allowing him all the time in the world to respond. Although she realized that maybe it would be easier if she’d probed him with a question. “So that’s what’s been on my mind lately. What’s on yours?” She punctuated with an amused smile into her glass.

“Sweetheart, darling, my love.” His free hand flattened to his chest, wallops of air finally reviving him there. “Am I red right now? I must be glowing red.” They joined in laughter together as she nodded extra hard. He moved to fanning himself, while he set his own wine glass on the coffee table. She tried not to focus too much on how he had to fold forward and into her proximity to reach.

“Does that mean you want to have sex with me too?”

“Yes. Bloody— yes, love.”

She laughed even harder, inspiring some more from him as well. “Okay, let me say now though, I don’t want to do like full blown sex yet.”

“Of course, yeah.”

“I really, really just want to know how to—“ funny how the proper words to the action never feel right coming out of her mouth. Even when she’d try to engage in the sex-capade talks with her friends that they frequently got in to. Her lips could only press hard together. The rest of the sentence knocked at the front of her skull wanting only to burst out.

Poor Steven looked on patiently, hanging on for dear life. Until he was chuckling out a, “oh, shy now, are we?”

“God, I wish you could just read my mind.” She said instead, throwing a hand out in defeat.

He threw his hand in a similar gesture, “it’s okay, we’re talking about it. Just say it!”

She could feel the anticipation building suddenly, which she knew all too well would cause her to freeze up thrice over. So she started again, “I really, really want to know how to—“ she turned her head as far left as she could, only managing to clear her throat. “Sssssssssss…” ah, she really was useless. She jokingly dry heaved.

And she was grateful for his burst of laughter, he even feigned offense in his reply, “Oh my god, well don’t make yourself sick.”

“Okay, I’m being childish. I’m just going to say it. ‘Cause it’s literally no big deal.” She tried to convince herself, even setting the wine glass down beside his for some kind of finality. “I mean it might be a big deal, it’s not like I’ve seen it yet.” She cocked her brows at his crotch for a second.

“Oh my god.” He sounded incredulous.

“Can I suck your dick?” She dropped her palms to her thighs.

“Oh my god.” His voice pitched a lot lower that time he said it.

She felt aglow again. Awash down her chest like she’d been hit with a craving, just like when he groaned the other day.

He visibly swallowed, then licked his wine-stained lips. Before finally he said, “yes.”

“Yes what?”

“What?”

“Yes, I can what?”

“Yes, you can…” his eyes roamed the space around them distractedly. He was redder than the first time they’d kissed.

She couldn’t help but smile cruelly, as she began to close the distance between them, “see it’s not easy to say, is it?”

His laughter was so breathy she almost didn’t recognize it as such. Until they were both fighting back smiles between smooches.

[wint3r-h3art]

Kill Me, Kiss Me | Part 2

Relationship: Dark!Shangqi x Reader | Male!OC x Reader

Summary: Picks up where we left off in part 1. We get to know who’s our mysterious intruder is. Plus, a little field trip to Madripoor leads to something more.

Part 1  Series Masterlist

World count: 5.3k

⚠️Warning: Contains smut. This work is not for anyone under 18. Minor DNI. Blogs with no age or blank blogs will be blocked. 

Content Warnings include: fingering, unprotected sex (always wrap before you tap), creampie, possible dubcon(not really but just to be on the safe side.), language, and mentioned of murder. If these topics upset you, do not read. By clicking read more, you are consenting to see such contents and reading it at your own risk. 

I do not consent my work for repost, translate, or copy any of my work

A/N: Alright beautiful, I come baring a gift in honor of the release of Shang-chi | Shangqi on Disney+. As promise, this is part 2 of my dark!Shangqi au series. It’s not as spicy as the last part since this is more of a build up to the next part, but still something. I do hope you liked it. You reblog and comments are greatly, greatly appreciated. I really, really love to hear about the feed back of this fic! Banner & beta read by the talented @tom-whore-dleston​​​​

Shangqi is pissed.His dick is still hard as a rock, and he has yet to taste that sweet ass pussy of yours to his heart content. It’s been years that he finally been able to fuck you thoroughly, and for what? To get interrupted?! Shangqi huffs, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand before opening the door, not caring if his brother sees his hard-on or not.

“Brother,” he greets, arms crossed over his bare chest. He does nothing to hide his contempt toward the older man, nor his “growing” situation.

Lee Young Jae is a man of very few words, and also a man who rarely shows his reaction. Of course, that goes right out of the window the moment he receives news that Shangqi and the army of his men will be staying at one of his penthouses. But still, nothing compares to seeing his younger half-brother, how should we phrase it? Uncomfortable situation.He does a double-take before he quickly averts his gaze back up to Shangqi. Bile threatens to rise up in his mouth as the realization dawns on him that he has interrupted something. Of course, his reaction was so minute that Shangqi didn’t catch it.

Young Jae clears his throat. His expression quickly averts back to an unamused one. His brow quirks, arms crossed over his chest. The two men look nothing alike, yet the air around them feels similar in a way that you don’t want to cross either of them on their bad days.Standing at 6’2”, Young Jae has a few inches over Shangqi. At 45 years old, he practically owns half of South Korea, and perhaps 75% of East Asia from trading, and real estate business. And he’s doing it all without daddy’s money. 

While Shangqi may be the heir-apparent to the Ten Rings, Young Jae has no desire to fight his brother for it. After all, he is the illegitimate child of Xu Wenwu. They only speak to each other perhaps three times per year, and two of those times were more business-related. While Shangqi is highly trained in hand-to-hand combat as well as a weapon master, Young Jae likes to think of himself as more refined and, well, smarter. He doesn’t really care much about what his father wants. 

“Why did you not pick up your phone?” Young Jae asks. The muscles of his jaws flicker slightly, trying to contain the annoyance his brother has caused.

“Should I?” Shangqi tilts his head slightly, looking a bit amused.

“You came in here without my permission. What do you think?”

“You did say your door will always open for me.”

“Shangqi,” he starts again. “Why did you come back to Seoul?”

“That’s my business.”Young Jae notices the ways his brother shifts from one foot to the other. His eyes darted behind Shangqi and found a form hiding under the blanket. Your eyes catch his when you lower the blanket down momentarily to see who Shangqi is talking to. You can feel your throat dry at the way his eyes stare straight into you, reading and recording every detail of your features. 

“I told you not to bring anyone here,” he says sternly, his eyes averted back to stare at his younger brother. “We’re not supposed to be related, remember?”

Shangqi scoffs at that. “Still bitter about good ol’ dad, I see.”

“I can care less about him.”

“Really? Because you’re--”

“Shangqi! Who did you bring here?”He’s reluctant to answer simply because he knows you will bolt right out of the door when you get the chance, and he knows Young Jae enough that he will help you just because he’s a spiteful person.

“My fiancée.”Young Jae’s face slowly morphs into a surprised expression. 

“This is new to me. Since when did you get engaged?”

“It was arranged by father.”Young Jae lets out a sarcastic chuckle. 

“Ah, of course. How can I forget? You are the golden child after all.”

“You know just because we’re related, it doesn’t mean that one of these days I’m not going to kill you.”Young Jae clicks his tongue. 

“Of course. How can I forget?” As he’s about to turn, Shangqi stops him.

“One more thing. I need you to go to Madripoor with me tomorrow.”

Now, this gets his attention. “Why would you want me, an honest businessman, to go to that lawless city with you?”

“Honest?” Shangqi scoffs loudly that you can faintly hear him under the blanket. “Oh, who are you kidding?”

Young Jae’s brows furrow before he leans in. “We may be related by blood, but don’t think for a second that I won’t throw you out to the police. The bounty on your head is pretty high, brother.” Shangqi's expression darkens. 

Young Jae smirks satisfactorily. “Does your bride know how many men you have killed? Every time you show your face in this city, I have to clean up after your mess. In the name of what really? Father?”

“I have a hit in one of your nightclubs in Madripoor. I just need you there for a distraction and maybe watch over my fiancée. Once it’s done, I’ll go back home and you won’t have to see my face anymore.”

“You said the same thing for the past couple of years, Shangqi,” Young Jae turns to leave. At this point, he’s beyond done with the younger man. “A car will pick you up at the airport tomorrow. Meet me at Lucid at 8. Sharp.”

Shangqi watches Young Jae disappear behind the elevator door before he slams his door close. You slowly lower the blanket when you feel the mattress dips. His expression is unreadable as he sits there silently.

“Is everything ok?” you ask cautiously. 

“Do you hate me for killing people?” he asks quietly that you almost didn’t hear him properly.

You pause for a second. The question catches you by surprise.

“Are you still bothered by what I said earlier?”

Shangqi stays quiet before he moves to snuggle close to you, his face buried in your thighs. He lets out a low, frustrating groan while he lay on top of you, not moving.

“Does it make you look at me differently?” He finally looks up as he rolls onto his back to lay beside you. His expression is unreadable as he draws a slow circle on the comforter.

You sigh. It’s just not fair how he always puts you right on the spot like this.

“You know my answer, Shangqi,” you sigh before you lay down, burying yourself underneath the heavy comforter. Shangqi lifts it up to sneak a peek and sees that you’re still naked. He can feel his cock twitches slightly at the sight. The urge to take you once again slowly creeps upon him. His hand slowly moves to touch you, stroking at your side. This causes you to turn and look at him. There’s something in his eyes tonight that you’re not sure you’re ready to ask.

“Shangqi,” is the only thing you manage to utter out loud before his hand trails down to the juncture between your thighs. His fingers graze at your damp entrance lazily, making your thigh clamp together. Shangqi growls warningly before covering your mouth with his, swallowing whatever words you are about to utter. His fingers slowly rub the small bundle of nerves, sending jolts of pleasure through you.

“Fuck,” he moans lowly as he dips his fingers inside you before he trails the kiss down to the column of your neck. 

“Hmm,” you jerk your head back against the pillow, muscles strain at the way he’s making you feel. Your hips instinctively grind against his fingers, rubbing yourself on him to sate that growing ache. 

“You’re so fucking gorgeous, baby,” he mutters as he adds a third finger in. Your breath shakes at the way he stretches you and fills you up. Soft, squelching sound mixes with your soft moaning fills the room. 

Shangqi kisses at the space between the valley of your breast before he moves to wrap his lips around your nipple. His tongue flickers and slides over the stiff peak, nibbling and pulling just enough to get a reaction out of you. His free hand cups your soft mound. His grip is borderline aggressive at the way he squeezes you, making you gasp out loud. 

Your eyes flutter open as you arch your back, offering yourself to him in a desperate attempt to sate the need that tore through you. You mewl softly in his arms as you can feel yourself getting closer and closer to your own release. That stops when Shangqi quickly pulls away. 

You let out an offended gasp. He quickly stands up by the foot of the bed and pulls you along. “Want to fuck you so good, baby,” he says as he slides down the joggers, revealing his stiff cock. 

You watch him stroke himself once or twice as the beads of pre-cum leak out of the slit. Shangqi quickly rubs the tan, bulbous head along your slit, mixing your juices with beads of his pre-cum. 

“Ah fuck,” he groans as he pushes the head in, testing your reaction. You stiffen instantaneously as he hisses at the way your wall clamps around him. “Fuck, I’m going to stretch you out good tonight, baby,” he groans. “I’ve been dreaming of this little pussy for so long. I’m going to fuck you so good.” With this, he pushes himself in one swift motion. He let out a string of curses at the way your wall clenches around him so tightly. A soft whimper escapes from your mouth at the way he stretches you oh so sweetly with that delightful burn. “Ah fuck, you’re so tight,” his voice strained as he’s trying to restrain himself from plunging into you mindlessly. Slowly, he starts to move. The friction makes your toes curl as the muscles of your body stiffen. “Baby, you need to relax or you’re gonna make me cum inside ya.”

You breathe slightly at the way you watch his brows furrow into a deep frown as he tries so hard to control himself. You’re spreading your thighs further to accommodate him as you wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him closer to you. Both of you let out a deep breath simultaneously as Shangqi tries to move again. Each thrust strokes a fire within you, making your body aware and alive. You want more of it.

“Please, move faster,” you manage to say. Shangqi grins widely before he withdraws himself fully and slams into you with a force that knocks your breath right out. He repeats this a couple of times before he settles into a pace, making your eyes roll to the back of the skull. 

Your nails dig into his hard, muscular back, scratching it till it turns red as you can hear the headboard slam against the wall with each thrust. The sounds of skin slapping against skin along with your wanton moaning fill the room. His lips quickly find yours, swallowing the loud moan. You can feel him fully sheath, as every inch of you feels like you’re on fire. 

“I’m getting close,” you say softly. 

“Me too. Where do you want me to cum, baby?” His forehead pressed against yours while continuing his movement.

“Cum in me,” you say. And that is all he needs to hear because as if he wasn’t fucking you hard enough already, Shangqi seems to muster more power in him.

His pace becomes more and more erratic while he reaches down to rub your clit with his fingers. It’s not long till you find yourself clenching around him as your muscles convulse and spazz by the way your release has hit you. 

Your body warms, your fingertips buzz with the vibration as your body bathes in the aftermath. Shangqi grunts not too long after, releasing himself inside you. You let out a soft mewling sound as you can feel his warm seed squirt inside your still sensitive womb. Shangqi gasps and collapses next to you. You both stare at each other momentarily. 

For a minute there you can almost see the tenderness in those soft, liquid ambers of his. For a minute there, everything feels so perfect that you wouldn’t mind being called his. 

“I love you,” he pants softly as a trickle of sweat rolls down his forehead. 

“I love you too,” you say softly. 

For this moment, you mean it.

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The flight down to Madripoor doesn’t take long. You’re mostly sleeping on the plane since you hate flying so much. Shangqi has been quite nice, and perhaps, mellow out would be the right word. As usual, your fiance is dressed in all black from head to toe. He looks like a reaper in a way. The harbinger of doom. 

A blacked-out SUV brings you to a nightclub called Lucid in the uptown of Madripoor. Both of you enter through the back door of course. A tall, bald man with sunglasses leads you to the back room where it opens to a large room furnished with black leather furniture. 

With his back to you, stands the same man from yesterday. As if it’s on cue, he turns around. You can feel your throat go dry by the way those brown eyes burn into yours. He’s taller than Shangqi of course. He has a few years over him as well, but somehow you can feel that they are somehow similar. 

He drags his gaze from you and turns, opening the cabinet with various bottles of wine and liquor. You watch as his hand hovers over the bottle of an expensive Japanese Whiskey.

“Watch her for me while I’m out,” Shangqi orders quickly.

“No, ‘hello brother. How are you?’” His inky dark brows raise as he turns, closing the cabinet door.

“I’m on a tight schedule, brother. I can’t do this right now,” he says before he introduces you to his brother.

Young Jae's gaze drags on you, scanning your features from your head down to your toes. Every part of you feels vulnerable under his gaze. Somehow he manages to make your heart rise by merely a stare. No one has that kind of power over you except Shangqi.

“This is my half-brother, Young Jae.” 

Half-brother?

“Lee Young Jae. A pleasure to be your acquaintance,” he smirks as he extends his hand to you. You gladly shake it without a question. You can feel your face warm up when your skin touches his. A buzz of electricity courses through you when your gaze locks. For a moment, time seems to stand still. 

“Watch her and don’t let anything happen. I will personally kill you if someone touches her.” Shangqi kisses your forehead before he quickly exits, drawing you out of your reverie. Your eyes flutter slightly before you feel his eyes on your again.

His gaze lowers when he notices that you are chewing on your lower lip, settling on where your teeth are pressing on it. You can feel heat lick across your face and slithers down your body.

A wave of awareness goes through you. You turn and stare right straight into those molten ambers. You can feel your stomach tighten at that. Your lips part as your heart accelerates. He’s watching you from beneath hooded eyes, gauging at your reaction. He looks at you like he’s undressing you, layer by layer till you’re nothing but skin, making you feel so vulnerable and bare. No amount of layers can cover up what those piercing gazes have done to you.

“What a fun guy he is,” Young Jae smiles quickly before he puts on his suit jacket. You only reply with a smile as he escorts you to the VIP section of the club. You’re greeted by the loud beat vibrating through every part of your body. Small crowds of people are slowly gathering, but not enough to feel like you’re a packed tinned tuna. You can feel eyes on you, but you like to think it’s on the man beside you. After all, he’s a sight to be seen.

You’re sitting down quietly, watching people slowly fill the dance floor. Drinks start to flow as more patrons are pouring into the club. Across from you, sat Young Jae, the man that seems to awaken something inside you tonight. He’s quietly sipping the amber liquid, his legs cross over the other, his hand in his pocket. Gorgeous is beyond the word of how you should describe him, but then again he and Shangqi are related. 

You watch the way the muscles of his jaws flicker and strain. You can feel yourself swallow nervously as you watch the way his Adam's apple bobs when he swallows his drink. His eyes quickly catch yours again, this time you can clearly see the pure, raw hunger in them. The noise from the music seems to melt into the background as you watch him lick his lower lips. The sight of his pink tongue makes your thighs clench together. Your heart raise as you breathe shallowly. You feel like a baby animal caught under a trap. 

His brown sapphire eyes seem to put you under a spell in a way that you cannot tear your gaze away from him. Clearing your throat, you quickly excuse yourself and rush to the bar to grab yourself something to drink, or at least to cool yourself down. Fuck, you just need a breather if anything. Being under his gaze just feels so...so hypnotizing.

You quickly grab your glass of water, thanking the bartender in return. A random man fell into a step beside you. You look at him confused before you try to move again, but the man grabs your elbow. 

“Oh, c’mon. Don’t be such a bitch.”

“Excuse me?!”

“I said don’t be such a bitch. I bought you a drink, so the least you can do is go dancing with me.” 

You look at him confused at first. Clearly, you didn’t grab whatever drink he’s talking about. You got water for fuck sake. You can feel heat flood your face as you are now glaring at this person. Anger flares through you as you slowly set your drink back down. 

“Um, I'm pretty sure I got myself a glass of water. I think you got the wrong person.” you flash him the most sarcastic smile you can muster before you try to leave again.

“It doesn’t work like that here, sweet thing. Show me your tits, and I might let you off.”

You want to roll your eyes. “You really don’t want to fuck with me right now, man” you warn him. The guy just laughs, but that is only cut short when your fist is connected to his face, making him stumble backward in surprise. You can hear loud gasps from the patrons as the guy you just punched is trying to get up.

“You bitch!” he screams loudly before he frantically gets up, blood dripping out of his nose. “Do you know who I am?”

A couple of men step out from the crowd and they are slowly closing in on you. 

“Don’t know and don’t care,” Young Jae suddenly appears out of nowhere, stepping right in front of you blocking you off from the group of men that are trying to potentially kill you. 

“Who the fuck are you?”

Young Jae slowly undoes his tie, unbutton his shirt, and reveals the Ten Rings tattoo that’s on his chest to the poor sab. He watches his expression slowly morph into a horrified one as Young Jae slowly tucks his tie into his pocket. “I also own this club. That is who the fuck I am. You have a problem with her, you have a problem with me. Do you understand?”

The man nods frantically. “I--I’m sorry sir. I didn’t mean to.”

“Oh, of course. Nobody ever means anything until they meet with the wrong person,” Young Jae says darkly. “Now, I’m not int the mood tonight to hurt anyone, but,” he clicks his tongue. “If you show your face in this place again, I will personally break you.”

The man gasps out loud before he and his goon usher out of the club. Young Jae knows as much as anyone that those men won’t live to see another day. By now, all Shangqi men already have them under their radar. It won’t be long till they hunt them down like animals. It’s what they deserve for messing with their future mistress.

“Are you ok?”

You nod, rubbing your arm at where the guy had grabbed you.

“Of course you are,” he mutter to himself. He knows that you are capable of fending for yourself consider who you father was, but it doesn’t mean that he’s going to let you do that. Something in you that makes him want to protect. Is this why Shangqi is so overbearing of you?

“I need air,” you say as you push past him and head straight to the back door. You gasp as you push open the door and you’re greeted by icy cold air, making you shiver instantaneously. The fact that you’re wearing a strappy black dress doesn’t help either. Your teeth chatter as your skin pricks with bumps at the way the cold air licks your bare skin.

A sudden warmness envelops your body as Young Jae drapes his suit jacket over you. He smirks slightly at the way you’re practically drowning in it. What a small little thing you are. He offers you a cigarette, but you’re shaking your head no. Young Jae shrugs before he casually lights it up. He takes a drag of it before blowing a puff of white smoke. 

A mixture of his spicy, warm cologne mixed with tobacco fills your nostril as you clutch onto it, trying to retain as much heat as you can.

“Thank you for earlier,” you say awkwardly, crossing your legs. For one thing, the sight of him smoking does so many unthinkable things to you that you’re not sure if it’s normal or not. You’d be lying to yourself if you don’t think that he is as damn sinful as Shangqi. 

In a sense, Shangi is straight fire, burning you with raw passion and needs. His desire to please you is boundless, while Young Jae is the complete opposite of that. He’s thoughtful and methodical. Each movement has been calculated. Young Jae is the calm before the storm.

“Ya welcome,” he says with the cigarette in between his teeth. You stare at him openly. You’re not trying to hide it anymore at the way you find him so fucking sexy. Young Jae stops and locks eyes with you. For that brief millisecond, you could have sworn that time just stops. 

He takes a few steps forward and reaches out to you slowly, testing your nerves. You suck in your breath as you feel the distance between the two of you closing. Everything seems to slow down. Your sense heightens from pure anticipation alone. Young Jae reaches out to touch your cheek with the back of his knuckle, making you shiver. Your eyes close as you try to savor that moment of gentleness. 

“I am promised to Shangqi,” is all you manage to utter out as you slowly open your eyes to meet him. The words are intended to cut whatever connection they just had because God you should not give into him like this. 

“Why aren’t you denying me then?” He asks, dropping his hand to his side. His expression is grim as he looks down. He has never wanted anyone this much in his life, and the universe must have hated him then. 

The moment your eyes locked with his, it was game over for him. Never has he craved someone as much as he wants you. And to know that you are Shangqi’s is what makes this matter even worst. Fuck, he wants you so badly that every fiber of being is aching. 

“Mr. Lee,” you say it again, but Young Jae holds up his hand to stop you.“

“You can call me by my name.”

You breathe out slowly as you try to calm your nerves. Your heart beats frantically, and heat floods your skin, warming you from the inside. The way he looks at you just feels so intimate that it ignites something in you that shouldn’t.

“I know, but I don’t think it’s appropriate to call you that.”

“Why not?”

“I’m your brother’s fiancee.”

“Half-brother,” he corrects you.

You huff frustratingly, unable to counter to him.  You brush past him, trying to at least create a distant between you and him. You’re mostly angry at yourself for being so drawn to him when you’re still so much in love with Shangqi. Even with your head as clear as day, you still want Young Jae to claim you, and take you as his. What is wrong with you?! You wonder.

Young Jae grabs you by the arm and stops you from leaving. His expression hardens. Never in his life has anyone walked out on him before. You’re the first one to do so, and you are treading very dangerously on his nerve. 

You gasp as he pushes you against the brick wall. You can feel a surge of excitement flowing through you. 

“Don’t ever do that again,” he warns. His face is only a few inches from yours that you can smell the liquor on him.

Up close, Young Jae is even more breathtaking. His long, dark lashes fan across his cheeks when he’s gazing down at you. His luscious pink lips look so pillowy and soft as if they’re beckoning you to be kissed. His inky dark brows pull together into a deep frown. 

“Do what?” you glare up at him. 

Young Jae can feel his cock twitch and grow stiffer by the way you look at him. No one in their Goddamn mind ever dares to defiance him this way, but here you are a sweet little thing, challenging him to the battle of the will. Fuck, he’s not losing tonight. Especially not to his brother.

“Walk away from me,” he hisses.

“Who the fuck are you to tell me what to do? My father?!”

You watch him as you can see the muscles of his jaw twitch. You can feel your nipples harden against your bra as you stare deep into those molten, deep sets of ambers. Fuck, you hate how turned-on you are right now by how pissed off he is.

“Sweetheart be careful what you’re asking for?”. His voice reverberates through his chest, sending a shiver through your spine. “Because I can make you call me daddy tonight.”

His words leave you speechless that you cannot do anything except swallow the lump in your throat.

“That’ll shut your pretty mouth good,” he smirks satisfactorily.

God, you hate this man. You hate his arrogant ass. You hate his perfect face and his perfect smile. Fuck him and his brother because they both are complete arrogant jerks, cut from the same cloth.

“Is that what you want to do to me, to shut me up?”

Young Jae lets out a low guttural growl before he grabs your face, forcing you to stare at him.

“No, you silly girl. I want to do more than shut you up. I want to fuck you so hard against the mattress that all you can feel is my cock lodge deep inside that sweet, sweet cunt of yours. Is that not good enough for you?” He presses his strained, hard cock against you, making you gasp out loud. “See what you’ve done to me? No one--and I mean no one ever fucking came close to making me feel this hard before. And you did this. You fucking did this, Y/N.”

“I am your brother’s fiancee” is all you manage to say.

“Stop it with that. I saw the way you looked at me. You want this too, don’t you?”

You remain silent.

“See, you can’t even deny it.” Young Jae leans in closer to you. “Push me away right now and I stop for good. I’ll walk away and stop bothering you.”

You remain still.You hate yourself for this because you don’t want him to walk away. Young Jae leans down and captures your lips.It’s not a hard kiss, nor is it a possessive one. You can easily push him off and walk away from him then and there, but instead, you return it.

Your hand reaches down and holds on to the collar of his shirt, pulling him closer as his mouth pressed firmly to you. His tongue is gliding and twisting against yours, tasting every inch of your mouth. Young Jae curls his arm around your waist and pulls you closer against his hard chest. The kiss becomes more demanding and hard as his hand slides down your ass. Your heart pounds as your clit begins to ache. You’re not even bothered to protest when he lifts your thigh up to allow him to grind against your mound. You moan into him, feeling the way his confined hard cock grinds against your clothed pussy. 

If you want, you can definitely let him fuck you here in the back of his nightclub like a whore. After all, there’s only a thin strip of fabric between your pussy and his dick. It doesn’t take much to push that boundary. The thought of being used by him seems to thrill you more than it should. How can man make you feel this way?  

“Let’s go somewhere private,” he murmurs against your ear before stepping back momentarily, trying to catch his own breath. 

The cold air slams into you like a bucket of iced water. In a moment of clarity, a sudden realization hits you. Blinking in horror, your eyes flicker to his face, watching him undo a few more buttons on his shirt. Never before have you seen him this disheveled, and wild, and so out of control like this. 

Young Jae taps his badge and the back door buzzes, unlocking for him. The sound of heavy bass techno music rumbling as you step inside, making you dizzy once more. You can feel his palm against the small of your back as he ushers you in. You’re greeted by the smell of smoke, liquor, and sweat mixed with perfumes once more. You can only do so much before your guilt eats away at you.

“No,” you say suddenly, stopping in mid-track. 

Young Jae looks at you. You watch as the muscles of his jaws clenched and unclenched. His eyes close for a few seconds before he opens them. The possessive look in his eyes makes your mouth dry.

“Is this your final decision?” His voice is now raspy and raw as he looks at you with those molten, dark onyx eyes that make your knees go weak. You cannot believe that you did it, but you did. It doesn’t stop the feeling of you waging war against yourself though because God, you want him so badly--you want him so damn much that you’re aching. 

“Yes,” you answer meekly and reluctantly as you walk off to the VIP section, where you’ll be waiting for Shangqi to return.

Young Jae nods, as he rubs his chin in frustration. He really thought that you would give in--fuck, he really wishes you would give into him. Never in his life has he ever wanted anyone more than he wanted you. It’s almost maddening how the taste of your lips still lingers on his tongue.  

A sense of bitterness and resentment bubbles up inside of him as he watches you walk away. It has always been Shangqi, hasn't it? It’s always Shangqi. 

Perhaps, it’s time for him to reclaim what’s his, he muses as he lights another cigarette. 

He’s Wenwu’s bastard after all.

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A/N: Woo wee! I wonder what happen next?! (Here’s a hint: the spicy level will be at a ghost pepper level of spicy!)

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Sesshomaru||NSFW Alphabet

A/N: That’s right, I wrote an NSFW alphabet for him as well. How could I not, he’s a hottie. Also somehow, I managed to keep this w a gender neutral reader, so all my Sesshomaru fans may enjoy (unless u ship s*ssrin, then leave)

Word Count: 1911

Warnings: Obviously nsfw

A - Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

After sex, Sesshomaru returns to his initial composure almost immediately. Like he’ll pant for a few seconds, wipe his dick off and then immediately, boom, like nothing ever happened. Of course, you, are thoroughly wrecked, needing Sesshomaru’s help, help which he is more than happy to give.

B - Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

His favorite body part on himself has to be his arm/arms (depending). He loves his arms for a reason completely separate from you, he just enjoys the fact that he finally has two arms, like he thinks back to all the times he didn’t properly appreciate his left arm, and vows to never make that same mistake.

C - Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

As much as he loves cumming on your body, nothing compares to the feeling of cumming inside you. He loves to watch you slowly lose all coherency as he just fucks you full of his cum. If you let this man cum inside you, you will unleash a whole new beast, that you’re gonna have to be prepared to deal with. 

D - Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Sometimes, when Sesshomaru knows he’s going to be away from you for a long time, he tries to fuck you as much as possible. He knows that he’ll miss you and gets a little more lovey dovey, but above all, he’s trying to remember the feeling of you so he can better mimic it with his had.

E - Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

Sesshomaru is extremely experienced, on account of both his rank and his power. Demons are attracted to power and rank and, being so noble, Sesshomaru has never had any trouble with finding a partner to warm his bed. He’s not versed in everything but he has a strong sense of intuition and a deep connection with his own desires.

F - Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

A bit cliché, but, his favorites are doggy style and mating press. Any position where he has the leverage to press you down and fuck into you also ranks pretty high on his list.

G - Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

Sesshomaru is so serious in the moment. He gets so laser focused on pleasing you that he finds any distractions to be a bit...grating. That being said, you’re the exception, if he happens to make you laugh during sex, he’ll just roll his eyes affectionately before shutting you up with a kiss.

H - Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

He’s about as well groomed as any man of his station at the time would be. He’s not exactly shaving down there but his hair is so fine that it isn’t unbearable. Also the carpet definitely matches the drapes, his hair is extremely light and it’s hard to see sometimes.

I - Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

Sesshomaru is very intimate in subtle ways. He shows you hat he cares by doing little things to ensure your comfort. Whether it’s brushing sweat off your head, setting pillows under your hips, or retracting his nails when he holds you, Sesshomaru is the king of unspoken intimacy. He loves you and he’s going to show it in the most obvious way.

J - Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

As stated earlier, Sesshomaru really only jacks off out of necessity. He had no problem with getting someone to fuck, ad now that he has you, he doesn’t see the need to masturbate. The only time he’ll do so is if you’re gonna be away from him for a while and he’s really horny.

K - Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Sesshomaru has a breeding kink, sorry not sorry. Even if you can’t get pregnant, something in him just tells him to keep filling you with his cum until it spills out. At which point, he just repeats the process. He also has a thing for marking, whether it be by scent, hickies, or with his cum, he loves the reminder/proclamation that you’re his.

L - Location (Favourite places to do the do)

Sesshomaru’s not picky about location. He’s of the opinion that, as long as you’re comfy, he’s ok with it. He does enjoy having his fill of you in your shared bedroom, but yall aren’t really home often enough for him to be that particular about it.

M - Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

The only thing that turns Sesshomaru on is the sight/thought of you naked and waiting for him. 

N - NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Sesshomaru does not care all that much for sharing, and in a similar vein, voyeurism. With voyeurism, he doesn’t mind fucking out in the open, as long as no one else is around. The second he gets whiff of anyone, he’s pulling out of you faster than you can even realize what’s going on. With sharing, just don’t ask. He won’t show it but, the thought of someone else even seeing you that vulnerable enrages him and sets off his baser instincts. If you suggest it, he’s going to be very hurt for some time.

O - Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

Sesshomaru probably didn’t even know about oral until you went down on him for the first time. While he isn’t exactly the most experienced in it, he more than makes up for it with his sheer voracity. If you ask him to give you head, he’s getting on his knees, laying you back like, “say less”.

P - Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

Sesshomaru can be both but he tends to lean on the more fast and rough side. Sure, your hips and legs hurt, but who can really complain when there’s a powerful demon pounding into you like a jackhammer.

Q - Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

When you first told Sesshomaru what a quickie entailed, he was intrigued. Admittedly, he didn’t like the concept at first, but the more he thought about it the more it grew on him. He likes the thought of you being so needy for him that you’d rather jump him as soon as possible than wait to get home.

R - Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

In terms of experimentation, Sesshomaru’s not all that open to it. He’ll try if you insist but he’s definitely not one to suggest any experimentation. As for risks in terms of location, as long as he’s far enough from others, he doesn’t really care where y’all fuck or how loud you are. 

S - Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

He can go as long as you can. He does like to build your endurance more and more each time, but sex in general with him is a serious time commitment.  He’s more than willing to space it throughout the day if that would suit you better.

T - Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

No toys, Sesshomaru doesn’t see the point in them. It also goes back to his thing about sharing, while he won’t be as angry as he would be with another person there, the thought infuriates him. Just thinking about an object getting to feel you in the same way he does make him see red.

U - Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Sesshomaru prefers not to tease, but he will if he feels the need to. He prefers to get straight to the point, letting you cum as many times as he sees fit to, honestly, prep you to take him in. But if he’s feeling particularly slighted, (whether by you or some demon he can’t quite murder) he’ll take it all out on you. While he won’t tease you in public, in private, he’ll work you up, get you right on the edge of cumming, and then pull it away. The more you whimper and whine, the more tempted he is to draw out your torture.

V - Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

Sesshomaru is pretty quiet... usually. While he prides himself on his control, of which extends even to the bedroom, letting out a few grunts once he’s about to cum, his rut is a different story. Sesshomaru refuses to talk about or even acknowledge how unihinged he acts during his rut but honestly, the moment he gets a whiff of your arousal, he sounds like a wild animal. Every repressed emotion and sound comes bubbling back up to the surface and he just goes around growling and panting until he can stick his dick in you.

W - Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

Sesshomaru tries his best to be gentle/hold back with you. It’s not obvious and you haven’t noticed because most of it happens in the heat of the moment when you’re distracted by...other things. But, he knows he tends to lose himself inside of you so in preparation, he’ll remove his hands from your body and let his claws rip into the surface under/behind you, whether it be a tree, bed, or just the floor. One of these times, his poison accidently activated and he shielded your body by leaning down and making out with you. That day, he discovered his affinity for kissing you while pounding into you.

X - X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

Mans got a third leg, I just know. The baggy pants hide it pretty well but when you manage to pull it out, he’s easily 8 inches (10-12 when fully hard depending on circumstances), uncut, and really pretty. Like other parts of him, Sesshomaru’s dick is beautiful, a small patch of silver hair near his base. Speaking of, Sesshomaru does have a knot, if he cums inside of you, he tries to do so without getting it stuck just because of the fact that it’s kind of a hassle waiting it out. But if you let him knot you and the situation allows it, he might go a little feral whoops.

Y - Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

Sesshomaru has a pretty high sex drive and before you, he could control it pretty well in all instances besides his rut. He still maintains his impeccable control but he finds himself ready to go a lot more often than he used to be. Like if you ask him, he’s immediately down regardless of what he’s doing. The only time that he gets supernaturally and uncontrollably horny is when he goes into rut. At which point...good luck getting his dick out of you.

Z - ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

While Sesshomaru doesn’t really get tired after sex in the same way you do, he does understand when you’re kind of tapped out for the night/day/moment and is more than content to watch you sleep. After a while though, the sounds of your heartbeat and the quiet sounds of your breathing will set him at ease and put him to sleep.

[hanazuma-inactive]

Hello! This is kind of a long request and well- Hopefully you’re fine with doing temporary Body Swap. :>

So basically Bakugou and his Male S/O are pro heroes and when out on a mission, they both get hit by a villain who has a swap quirk. Basically, they just swapped bodies. (Y/n is in Bakugou’s body and Bakugou is in Y/n’s body, they basically just switched minds.) They are told by the other pro heroes that the two should go home and take the day off. Unfortunately, nobody knows how long the quirk effect will stay, but they were convinced it was only temporary. So the two go back to their shared apartment and the day goes on pretty normal- besides the fact that, you know, they’ve swapped bodies. Though later Y/n gets a bit of an idea. What if he were to f*ck Bakugou in this body? The thought seemed kinda strange at first since he would literally be f*cking his own body, but he couldn’t deny that the thought was turning him on. Especially wanting to see Bakugou’s reaction. So, he basically handcuffs Bakugou to prevent him from struggling and.. while in the middle of doing it, something happens.. Shit! Why did it have to happen now?? Y/n panics in his head as he realizes they just swapped bodies again, and he is now at the mercy of Bakugou Katsuki himself..

I actually sent a request kinda similar to this to someone else but it was a while ago and they haven’t responded so they may not have liked it, or it just didn’t arrive. And sorry for choosing Bakugou again, you just may be able to figure out who my favorite character is.. Sorry for my rambling.

If you don’t wanna do it, that’s fine. Anyways, have a good day/night, man!

in his shoes (nsfw) bakugou x reader

pronouns: he/him

warnings: body swapping during sex, bottom and top reader+bakugou, selfcest (?), degrading, bratty behavior, claimming and possesive themes, bondage (handcuffs)

a/n: i really like this concept and i will write it don't worry 😎👍 i usually write all of my requests anyways. im also sorry this took literally 5 years.

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katsuki bakugou and y/n bakugou. the two of you have been married for 2 years now after you guys started working as heroes. you both went to UA and graduated at the top of the class. neither of you had time for love or romance resulting in neither of you confessing you feelings for each other. gladly, things managed to work out in the end.

"he's on it again, i need the bakugous here right now."

hearing the police force requesting your assistance, you and your husband show up on the case. it turned out to be the villain that the two of you couldn't capture the last time during patrol. 

"HEH?! look y/n, it's this motherfucker again. what's up with this loser, coming back every time it's annoying." 

"play nice now katsuki, let's just go and restrain him and let the police take care of the rest."

the two of you move quickly to match the villain's rapid movements. katsuki flew around using his quirk to attempt to catch him but failed. the villain was surprisingly agile and you guys had a tough time trying to chase him down. 

after around half an hour of chasing you finally cornered the villain on top of a tall building in the middle of the city that was still in construction. the ground was hard to walk on and somewhat unstable but you managed to find your balance. 

"alright, give it up, you've got nowhere to run now. 

"what he said, stop resisting and i won't blow your face off."

the villain's expression turned to fear as you started to close up on him. out of panic, he used his quirk. it was a small beam that didn't hurt at all. however, after a few seconds your body started to heat up, you looked over to katsuki and you could tell he was feeling the same. what was happening?

seeing the two of you struggling, the villain quickly left the scene but he had trouble moving around due to his surroundings. his movements were also somewhat impaired due to fatigue. it was most likely the aftereffect of his quirk which was why he was pretty reluctant in using it. 

the strange feeling in your chest wouldn't go away and your vision started to blur. next thing you know you woke up on top of the same building to see yourself lying next to you. was his quirk duplication? no it couldn't have been. you tried to stand up but felt the weight of some heavy armor dragging you down. you look down to see yourself wearing katsuki's hero costume and his gauntlet. still in awe, you heard a groan in your own voice next to you. 

"shit… wtf happened, y/n where are you where-" 

it didn't take long for your husband to find out what happened. 

the two of you have switched bodies.

you both tried to explain to the police who's who but it only ended in confusion. you went home with your husband after they put the two of you on break for "damaged mental" from the villain because the majority of the police thought you guys were crazy. 

there weren't any cases similar to body switching between heros before so the doctor said there's nothing that can be done other than attempting to wait off the effect. so there you were, in your husband's body, cooking dinner for the man while you saw your own body lazily sitting on the couch with your legs spread open watching the tv. 

life went as normal for the next two days, since you two were both males there weren't any problems whatsoever. however, one day a thought flew into your mind while taking a nap with katsuki. since he was the one who would usually top, now that you're in his body wouldn't it technically mean you get to top? 

physically you would be using your boyfriend's body to fuck yourself. but the thought of the all mighty bakugou katsuki taking his own dick, his bratty attitude, and lastly breaking him and making him fall apart by your touch aroused you in an indescribable way. you knew katsuki wouldn't agree to this due to his prideful personality so you had to take other measures to carry out your plan. 

you and kastuki had all sorts of toys laying around and you decided to give him a taste of his own medicine with them. while he wasn't looking you grabbed the vibrator, handcuffs, and blindfolds and put them all on the nightstand. now that everything is in place, all you have to do is wait to catch katsuki off guard tonight when he gets tired.

later tonight, after finishing dinner, katsuki was yet again sitting casually again on the couch watching tv, not giving a single care to the world. 

"heyy katsuki!"

"hm? yah?" 

"come with me for a second? i want to show you something!" you said with a sly grin on your face

katsuki didn't care enough to talk back, neither did he think this could lead to the ill intentions you had with him tonight. following you into the bedroom, you gestured katsuki to sit down on the bed. he obeyed although he began to have a suspicion of what you're about to do. using your new body, you abused katsuki's strong muscle and speed to restrain your own body with the handcuffs you prepare. there was no way for katuski to fight back in this situation because your body was simply not built enough to resist his. 

"h-huh? what are you doing dumbass…if you're joking s-stop it now, it's not funny." 

"oh i am very serious katsuki, now that i'm inside your body. i am going to fuck your brains out. i'm gonna thrust that bratty attitude of yours right out the window." 

hearing you say that, your husband looked away to avert his eyes while you heard a small gulp coming from his throat. you could tell he was nervous and that's exactly what you wanted. katsuki has never bottomed in his life before and he does plan on doing so either. 

finally having katsuki in your grasp, you decided to carry on with your plan. you put on the blindfold for him as he jolted in surprise. katsuki tried to get out of the handcuffs but later found his attempt futile. these were the toys he used for you too and he out of everyone should know it's impossible to get out of them. once your husband stopped moving you gentlt took off his pants, leaving him exposed wearing only your boxers with an erection under it.

"aww katsuki~ already hard and i haven't even done anything yet, maybe you're better off being the bottom hm?" you teased 

"s-shut up you shit head, just get on with it, whatever evil plan you have in store for tonight…"

"no need to rush katsuki" you said as you entered his asshole with 2 of your fingers, loosening him up for the vibrator. 

"we have the entire night."

you heard your own voice whimper as you explored more with your fingers. soon enough it was time to put the other toy in. your fingers left for a bit preparing the vibrator, leaving bakugou panting from the pleasure and clenching his hole around well, nothing. you turned on the vibrator and katsuki immediately noticed the familiar sound of what's in your hands. 

"o-oi y/n, don't put it in here, i-i won't be able to take it." 

"oh i'm sure you can~ you made me do it plenty of times, why can't the big and strong bakugou katsuki do it?"

without mercy, you put in the vibrator quickly and let the show play out. katsuki was moaning and groaning while you stroked your own cock enjoying the view. katuski's cock was bigger than yours and you weren't used to jacking off such a big dick but it was a nice first.

seeing a wet spot forming on katsuki's underwear, you knew he was ready to go. you took off katsuki's underwear to see the precum leaking from it, so much it looked like he was about to cum any second now. next, you took out the vibrator and started to spread some lube on your cock. you positioned yourself on top of the katsuki and teased his pink hole with your huge cock. 

"what do good boys say katsuki~?" 

"tch! i'm not saying it, y-you sadistic fuck."

you slapped katsuki's ass so loud that the neighbors probably could've heard you.

"i'm the one in control right now, you listen to what i say, understood?"

"f-fine, jesus christ! p-please y/n, put it inside me…" 

"that's a good boy…" 

after you fit ¾ of your cock in katsuki was already panting heavily trying to catch his breath. it reached his prostate you leaned down on his chest to bite on his nipples to make him feel even better. his hole clenched on your hole so tight you were barely able to move your cock around. you continued to make thrusts and sped them up each time. 

during your thrusts you suddenly felt the weird feeling when fighting the villain again. both you and bakugou's body started to burn up but it wasn't as painful as it was last time. next thing you know everything was pitch black. you felt a piece of black cloth on top of your eyes and a familiar size inside your ass. it didn't take you long to realize that you and bakugou finally switched back. 

you were glad to be back in your own body but why did it have to happen now?! out of all the times it could've happened this was no doubt the worst possible timing. you just teased the crap out of bakugou and now that he's in control again he can take his revenge right here, right now.

"oh? would you look at that…our bodies switched back…" you couldn't see katsuki say this but you could already tell the evil smile on his face. 

"k-katsuki i'm sorry, i didn't mean to tease you that hard i was just trying to have some fun y-y'know." you desperately tried to explain. 

"too late now baby boy… bad boys get punished for what they did. now… get ready, for the night of your fucking life." 

regret, nothing but regret. bakugou was already an aggressive person when it comes to sex, now that you pissed him off even more you weren't prepared for what he was about to do to you. 

without warning, katsuki pulled back his hips and thrusted into you harder than ever. you took his entire length right away and the full feeling in your ass was too overwhelming for you to handle. you started to blabber nonsense, unable to form words due to the pleasure. 

"c'mon baby… gotta speak up if you want me to understand you." bakugou said knowing damn well you can't talk back. 

incoherent moans and groans escaped from your mouth as you felt dry orgasms again and again from katsuki reaching your prostate. you were on the verge of passing out till you saw your husband's panting just as hard as you. you could tell he was very close as well. you tried your best to stay conscious and cum with your husbands. 

katsuki let out a loud moan as he cummed inside you. you reached your orgasm too cumming all over yourself. katsuki licked up the cum on your stomach as you slipped into sweet unconsciousness. he gave you a warm smile and patted your head as he took you into his arms and fell asleep with you. 

[abbynx]

0 to 100 real quick

La Squadra reacting to a usually silent, patient teammate snapping and going off

Genre: Platonic, just the bois being bros, definitely a self-projection, comfort

Warning: Cursing, mentions of breakup and manipulation 

Your phone rang for the umpteenth time, the stubborn caller failing to realise how many times you've wordlessly made it clear you want nothing to do with him. All you ask of him was to finally leave you alone and yet he continues to persistently pest you. Your will power proved itself mighty to be tolerating his nineteenth call in five minutes.

It was your ex being a stubborn son of a bitch who has a lot of time in his hands, constantly asking you to pick up the phone and let him 'smooth out and explain' his recent relationship with his 'friends' behind your back. You were nowhere near stupid, nor gullible after joining the mob. despite your outward appearance as an innocent, average civilian you've hardened over time with the help of your career and turning your feelings off was no longer a challenge. Over time it simply became a light switch.

After his recent actions came to light, you bear to hesitation to break it off. For a moment you felt guilty when he gave his explanation to why he started seeing other people without you knowing; of course you knew what you were getting into when you signed your soul away to the devil to work in this line of career, you were constantly faced with death and lacked the time to spend time with him. He had no knowledge about what you do for a living, but you knew how to make it clear you were never going to be a simple one-call-away. But over time you've finally gained some self-worth and self-preservation to see through his guilt tripping, before you dropped his ass.

Now you were here, rejecting his calls before pocketing it back in your pants before resuming the movie night. Even putting the phone on silent it continued to bother everyone around you as you continued to nonchalantly press the reject call button.

How can you be this patient, the rest of the team questions but the answer lay before them. Risotto hired the timid assassin with potential for their unwavering patience and swift wits to wiggle them selves out of severe situations, something the time could use to be honest especially when you have a ticking time bomb with no timer and goes off at random. Perhaps the question would be simply answered with a short and simple one: "It's just Y/N being Y/N."

With the pestering phone calls bothering you for the past few days, your team can't help to be annoyed on your behalf and would like to chuck your phone into the deepest trench of the ocean and buy you a new one.

Much to everyone's chagrin, they watch you pick your phone up, however, what you did next was new and unexpected. Instead of rejecting the call, you finally picked up. Most of the time you'd politely greet, but today was certainly different. As soon as you picked up the phone, you wasted no breathe to speak and cut to the chase. All eyes turned to you, some were concerned, curious, shocked, or proud.

"Can you quit blowing up my phone, dude? Twenty FUCKING calls every second is getting tiresome. If you're calling me to 'explain' to me how you're not meeting your hookups then fuck off and get lost! what? Do you miss your personal ego booster? Well then fuck you, go try and choke on your own dick! Do you fucking think I'll believe your half-assed bullshit lies and pathetic fucking cries and bitching will win me over? You must be so fucking DELUSIONAL to be thinking you're worth the effort! What? Are you sad that I’m not a passable doll you can manipulate and mold to your liking? Is that it, you crazy son of a bitch? Can't you fucking get a clue that I'm over it? Huh? I couldn't care less about the new lies you've come up with to try and win me over, I'm done! Finished! Tapos! Ho finito! He terminado! Я задолбался! WHAT OTHER LANGUAGES DO I NEED TO SPEAK TO GET IT THROUGH THAT THICK FUCKING NOGGIN OF YOUR’S? CALL ME AGAIN AND I SWEAR TO ALL THINGS CONSIDERED MIGHTY THAT YOU WON’T HAVE ANY TEETH LEFT, DO YOU FUCKING UNDERSTAND YOU FUCKING CHEATER? DO YOU FUCKING UNDERSTAND? Good."

As soon as you finished the call, you calmly set it down with a sigh of relief. Peace at last. You adjusted yourself comfortably on your seat, wanting to watch the movie on display, when you felt you've made yourself quite the spectacle.

“What?”

Formaggio

- “Woooh, they went off!” His initial response was to high-five you for some reason but you accepted, nevertheless. 

- Very shocked and yet enthusiastic at how you handles yourself at the face of a situation like this. Not to mention, the build up! From you trying to tolerate the caller for the past few minutes, before picking up the call and gave them an ass whipping to remember for the rest of his life! 

- He would feel sorry for the person of the other side of the line if it weren’t for the fact he cheated on you, so good for him to be told off.

Illuso 

- “Heh, about time you told him off.”

- Silently supportive at how you handled yourself at the face of a situation like this and admires you for it. It was very entertaining while it lasted, now he just wants to go back to watching the movie. 

- Along that, he was shock that this hidden side of yours came put of nowhere and came out strong, which he thinks is pretty fucking rad. He now thinks back at the times where he gave you backhanded comments and how you managed to keep yourself cool under it... He now reminds himself not to get on your bad side, ever. 

Proscuitto 

- “.... Thank fuck you’re done, I was starting to think about throwing your phone out.”

- Extremely flabbergasted, as he has never heard you speak fluent in profanities, nor raise your voice at the duration of your stay in La Squadra. and addition to that, the fact you leaned on your seat and calmed yourself immediately as if nothing happened. 

- Nevertheless, he feels proud at you for standing up to yourself and standing your ground. You have always been the timid one entering the world of crime and he overlooked your development within this new and risky life style. Looks like his mentoring worked wonders on you and he feels proud of himself. 

Pesci 

- “......” 

- He was too shaken up to speak, he has never heard you be this angry and frustrated before as you’ve always kept calm in every situation and he admires you for that. 

- He is shaken up, sure but it doesn’t really change how he views you. You were still the patient person he has ever met-- he just happen to witness you lose your cool once but he’s sure that this won’t define you. 

Melone 

- “Good for you for getting rid of that guy.” 

- He’s just relieved that you’re finally done with the guy who has been giving Melone weird vibes the moment you told him about your then boyfriend. A few alarm bells rang in his head as you detailed how he acts around you and despite being happy for you back then, Melone was extremely vocal about his concerns. Looking back at it, he feels that his ‘paranoia’ wasn’t far off.

- He isn’t really shock, he’s just happy that you’re standing your ground and establishing yourself as a person who don’t need no one to use as a co-dependent crutch. After being around Ghiaccio, he really isn’t that phased anymore.

Ghiaccio

- “Fucking finally!”

- Similar to Melone, he’s just relieved your done with the phone calls and clingy boyfriend who is a walking-talking red flag. He hated how you didn’t have time back then to hang out with your other teammates just to spend time with your boyfriend to make up lost times, that often lasts until midnight and Ghiaccio can still hear you talking to your phone. 

- Ghiaccio cares about you despite his distant veneer, and wants the best for the people he cares about. So he was happy that you finally broke your relationship of with a guy who doesn’t deserve you. Also, he’s starting to think that your choice of vocabulary all came from him and is unsure whether he should feel proud or not. 

Risotto

- “Oh... Okay, good for you.”

- He blurted the first thing in mind, because he was just so shock at how you responded. He hired you for being so patient and calm at all times and now looking back, he doesn’t really see himself thinking that one day you’ll be going off without stopping to breathe and stutter. 

- Don’t get him wrong, he actually thinks it’s awesome that you stood up for yourself like that, but just give him time to reel back to reality. He just never thought you’d explode that hard. 

Gelato and Sorbet

- “See Sorbet? I told you they’d snap eventually!” 

- The couple was immensely entertained at your empowering speech being quite the ego breaker and worse-fate-than-death threat. They adore it whenever they see a usually timid newcomer becoming unafraid to stand their ground and tell their oppressors off, it honestly feels like a proud parent thing for them to see their baby kid all grown up and kicking people in the guts with their words. 

- If you would want a rebound, they won’t hesitate to set someone up with you who is far better than your dog-faced ex because they know that people are barely worthy for you 

[theladyofdeath]

Hey if ur taking prompts can u please do classic Feysand fluff? I'm lacking a lot of Feysand fics in my life.

"I just got home from court stuff and I'm tired as hell but my mate is here so I'm gonna complain beautifuly while he smirks at me and cuddles with me" for when Feyre has to go to some event to build ties with another court or something similar. Thanks!! :)

"Eris is a dick."

Rhysand blinked from where he was sprawled across their bed, practically nude, as he watched his wife enter the room.

"You act like that's not an already well known fact," Rhysand muttered, propping himself up on his elbows. "You look beautiful tonight."

The High Lady of the Night Court shot her mate a look that said don't change the subject.

"That bad?" Rhysand asked.

It only earned him another look. The fact that Eris Vanserra was a prick was a hot topic in their court. It was also the reason that Feyre was the one to do business with him, and not the others - especially not Mor. If Amren, Azriel, or Cassian were sent to handle him, though, the guy would just end up dead.

So, Feyre was the culprit.

"He demands-."

"No, no," Rhysand interrupted, holding up a hand. "We can deal with his shit in the morning. Over breakfast, you can tell me all about it, and I'll tell you all about my boring day doing endless amounts of paperwork, but tonight....it can wait."

Feyre frowned, standing at the foot of their bed, and sighed. "Fine."

"Nyx trained with Cassian again this afternoon," Rhysand began, attempting to change the subject.

Feyre snorted as she began to shimmy out of the dress that she had worn to the gala that served as nothing more than a glorified meeting. "Did he stab Cassian with a sword again?"

It had been purely by accident. Then again, when you give a five-year-old a sword and you turn your back for one second, what did you expect to happen?

It had been nothing more than a scratch.

Sort of.

He'd gotten stitched up.

He was fine.

"No, he was wise enough to hide the weapons this time," Rhysand grinned. "Sadly."

Feyre laughed, quietly. "I don't think Uncle Cass knew what he was getting himself into with that one."

"Mhmm," Rhysand crooned. "You know, we have three or four hours before he comes to wake us up..." He stood, walking to where Feyre stood in her laced undergarments.

Feyre raised a brow, amused as Rhysand brushed her hair out of her face. "We should probably sleep at some point, ourselves, you know."

Rhysand snorted. "Sleep is for the weak. Besides, I learned a new move."

Feyre couldn't help but laugh. "A new move? You're almost six-hundred years old....what new move could you have possibly learned?"

"You'd be surprised," Rhysand said, grinning as his arms went around her waist. "Times change. Sex changes."

As her laughter shook her shoulders, Feyre's arms went around her mate's neck. "You're ridiculous."

"Am I?" he crooned, pulling her body closely against his. "You're stuck with me forever, I've got to keep our sex-lives interesting."

"Is that so?" Feyre asked, looking up into his deep, humor-filled, violet eyes.

Rhysand nodded, the tip of his nose brushing hers. "Wouldn't want you getting bored."

"Impossible," she breathed, and leaned up on her toes to kiss him. "You may wanna show me that move, though, just in case."

The words hadn't even finished coming out of her mouth before he was carrying her to bed.

[butwhyduh]

Under a spell

Sex pollen part 1

Batboys x reader (separate stories)

Okay so I’m going to write the beginning here where theyre all hit and you pick who you want to read their own personal story afterwards. Each one is going to be batboy x reader. I’ll post the second parts next week.

Tim looked down through the roof of the art gallery. Something was happening and he didn’t like it. Bruce and Dick were going inside as he stood by. Damian was home with a cold he caught from school. Jason was on standby on the neighboring roof.

A new street drug was being sold in the Gotham underground. Chemically similar to Poison Ivy’s sex pollen in a mild form mixed with an upper, it was a drug to induce sex fueled euphoria. Unfortunately there had been 4 ODs and multiple sexual assaults from it. Tim wanted to stay far from any kind of sex pollen. Dick had described it as awful and painful.

“Hey boys, I hear someone coming,” Jason said on the comm. a large black van rolled up to a side entrance.

It might seem weird for an art gallery in a pretty nice area of Gotham to be part of an organization that sold sex party drugs but there was a connection. The movement of fine art entailed the movement of a lot of money. It would be pretty easy to buy a piece for a huge sum and part of it goes toward drug movement. Plus those delicate crates were pretty nice for physical movement of supplies.

A set of men started moving crates in the warehouse.

“Should we move on them,” Dick whispered.

“Negative,” Bruce said. “Surveillance until we know more.”

Dick watched from his point of view as they filled a side room with the large wooden crates. It was a full 10 minutes before the men placed them all in the room.

“Can you get close enough, Nightwing, for me to run scans on the lot number of the boxes,” Tim asked.

“I can try,” he said moving along the rafters towards the crates. He stopped as the men returned.

“A little closer, Nightwing.”

“Hold on, Red,” Dick whispered.

“Hmm?” Jason said having been momentarily distracted by a very distracting text message.

“Closer, before they close the door,” Tim urged, ignoring Jason.

“Yep,” Jason said. He swung down and knocked out one of the guys holding the door open.

“What the fuck,” Dick yelped as he suddenly had to dive from gunfire as the other men let loose a hailstorm. Bruce jumped in front of Jason, kicking a gun from a henchmen’s hand.

Tim could see 2 of the men trying to escape a side door and he jumped through an open window to stop them. He hit one with his staff, disarming him. He dived behind a crate as another drew a gun.

“Secure the crates, contain the men,” Bruce growled through the comms. Jason growled at the intrusion in his ears and shot one guy in the knee before kicking him in the face as he went down.

“Oh boys,” came a melodic feminine voice from high. They looked up to see Poison Ivy smiling near the the roof entrance Tim had used.

“Oh fuck,” Tim managed to gasp before a soft purple mist flooded the room. Poison Ivy flipped out of the building with a little laugh. All but two of the henchmen were unconscious. Bruce quickly dispatched one while coughing and the other ran straight to into a door, knocking himself unconscious.

They rushed towards the door, trying to hold their breath, as the mist flooded their senses. The first sign of Poison Ivy’s toxins were racing heartbeat and endorphin release. A bit like right before riding a roller coaster. All four bats stood in the side alley.

“I’m calling GCPD about this warehouse so they can confiscate any evidence and prevent anyone from coming in,” Bruce said, stepping to the side. “And then to the bat cave. All of us.”

“Just give me a antidote because I’m going home,” Jason said. He grabbed one from the bag in the batmobile that Bruce kept for moments like that. He tossed a few to Dick and Tim. “I’ll see you later.”

Bruce finished his phone call and sighed. “Where did Jason go?” He asked.

“Went home. We have the antidotes,” Tim said taking his. Dick swallowed one too and they started giving them to the henchmen slowly regaining consciousness.

“I’ll meet you after patrol,” Bruce said. “I’m going to test this formula just in case.”

“I’ve got to go to WE after we get this cleared up,” Tim said scratching the back of his neck. “A big meeting tomorrow.”

“I guess Nightwing works alone tonight,” Dick laughed with a shrug. He hated it but it wasn’t anything new.

“Alright. Any new symptoms, contact me immediately. Do you understand?” Bruce said seriously. Both agreed. Bruce climbed in the batmobile and drove back to the cave.

He sat at the computer after placing a sample in a test tube and centrifuge before having the computer analyze it. He pulled his cowl off and ran his hand down his face. Was it seriously hot in the bat cave? Perhaps he had Damian’s cold? He started planning for a potential call to the doctor in the morning if Damian wasn’t better and he started feeling ill.

It was a soft hand on his shoulder that made his heart race and his body react that connected the dots:

The antidote didn’t work.

[mochegato]

Even the Losers

Chapter 13

Chapter 1     Chapter 12

“You ready for this?” Dick asked flashing a charming, boyish grin that Marinette imagined many people had trouble saying no to.  She was not one of those people.  If she could say no to Adrien’s most charming, sappy, kitten eyes trained on her and Tikki’s most wide eyed, imploring, big blue eyes begging for cookies after a ‘grueling’ day wrangling the other kwami, she could say no to Dick’s blue eyes.  It wasn’t even a contest.

However, she currently had no interest in saying no. She was actually really excited to swing on the trapeze with him… or alone, really at all.  A bright smile spread across her face as she took in their trapeze rig.  She’d never been on a trapeze, but she was hoping it would be like swinging on her yoyo. She and Adrien had put their superhero days behind them.  They still wore their miraculous and of course she still had her guardian duties, but they didn’t transform anymore, preferring to move on from the painful memories and impossible balance.  They loved being heroes but the strain it put on relationships, the lies, the responsibility… they never regretted their decision.  

Wonder Woman knew how to get in touch with them should their services ever be absolutely necessary, but short of that, they were out.  So this was the closest she was going to get to that feeling ever again, short of a world ending event, in which case, she wouldn’t be able to enjoy it anyway.

But this, she looked at the rigging again, this was going to be great.  She turned to Dick, her bright smile spreading even wider and her eyes gleaming. “Absolutely!”  She gripped her bag tighter then actually took in what Dick was wearing, tight tank top and bike shorts, and looked down at her own street clothes in realization.  “Well, I mean not right now.  I need to change,” she motioned to herself, “but as soon as I change I will be.”

Dick nodded and opened his mouth to say something but Bruce stepped in before he could say anything.  “Good to see you again, Marinette.”  He leaned in to do a la bise.  He mentally congratulated himself for their first not awkward greeting. It was definite progress.  “Let me show you where you can change.”

Marinette nodded and walked in the direction he indicated.  She looked back over her shoulder to smile at Dick, but he was already turned around and focusing on checking the rigging.  “How was New York?” Bruce asked, bringing her attention back to the two of them.

“New York was good.  It was a good meeting.  Mrs. Bourgeois wanted to speak with me personally about styling the shoot. I was originally scheduled to speak with an associate editor.  I can’t imagine what changed in the last three weeks or so,” she joked with a smile at M. Wayne.

Bruce sighed and gave a resigned nod.  “Yeah, once people find out, they can change the way they treat you.”

Marinette nodded, looking away in thought.  “It was so strange.  I’ve known her for years and all of a sudden she was trying to be nice.”  She shuddered slightly.  “That woman has never been nice a day in her life.  Honestly, one of the creepiest feelings I’ve ever had.”

Bruce grimaced at Marinette’s first brush with being treated differently.  “Sorry about that.  I should warn you… we should sit down sometime and discuss security and social changes.  People are going to do that now, want to get close to you because of your name.  Not that you aren’t worth knowing without it!” he rushed to assure her once he realize what he said.  “I just mean…”

“I understand,” Marinette cut him off kindly. “I have quite a few famous friends or friends with famous parents.  I’ve seen how people try to get close to them because of that.  I’ve even had people try to get close to me in order to get closer to them.”  She rolled her eyes at the memories of the desperate people trying to flatter her and just dropping in mention of Adrien or Jagged.

Bruce looked at her sympathetically.  “Sorry you had to deal with that.”

Marinette laughed at his apology.  She laughed loud enough for it to echo off the walls of the hallway.  The absurdity of thinking that was something to apologize for.  That those experiences even registered on her hurt scale.  “Don’t be ridiculous.  None of that was your fault.  They weren’t even bad.  It was something for us to laugh about.”

Bruce gave her a small smile.  “Hopefully it stays that way.”  He stopped walking and motioned to a room.  “This is your room.”

Marinette waited for the ‘while you’re here’ or ‘while you’re changing’, but they never came.  And there was something off with the way he said it, a gravity that didn’t belong there.  She looked between Bruce and the room a few times and pushed the door open.  Like the rest of the house, the room was luxurious. Only the finest furniture and decorations.  The room was filled with pink, silver, grey, and white.  Everything coordinated and elegant.  She was almost afraid to walk into the room lest she damage any of it.

She walked into the room timidly and tried to take in all the details.  She scanned the room and gasped, her body going rigid, as her eyes rested on a crib against the far wall.  She walked slowly toward the crib, almost like she was in a trance.  Her eyes ran over the crib.  There were still stuffed animals in it.  It was almost like it hadn’t been touched in decades and except for the lack of dust in the room, she would believe it.

“I couldn’t…” Bruce started coming up behind her, “I could never bring myself to tear it down.”  Marinette looked up at him wide eyed.  She was too shocked to say anything.  Her eyes moved to the bookshelf next to the crib.  It was filled with children’s books and baby toys. “I can… I mean we can change it if you’d like.”  His face wrinkled as he forced the words out.  “I know it isn’t exactly,” he paused looking for the words. “I know it isn’t exactly an ideal room for a young woman.”

He sighed and looked around the room.  He made his way over to a nightstand and picked up the framed picture standing on it.  He sat on the bed still holding the frame.  The luxurious bed sagged under him as if it was accustomed to his weight there.  “For a while, it was the only part of you I still had.”

Marinette looked back at him, her lips parting in surprise at his admission.  “Did I spend time here?” she asked quietly, almost too quietly for him to hear.

Bruce nodded.  “You did.  The grey cat stuffie was your favorite, MaoMao.”  He looked up at her with a bittersweet smile.  “You loved chewing on his ears.”

Marinette slowly walked over and sat next to him on the bed.  She looked at the picture he was holding.  He noticed her interest and held it out for her to take.  Marinette took it, almost fearfully.  She didn’t know what exactly she was afraid of, more knowledge?  New knowledge?  Everything changing yet again.  Everything had been in constant flux for the past two weeks.  She wanted things to settle but she needed to know more.

She looked at the image and immediately brought her hand to her mouth, her eyes already tearing up.  The picture was of a much younger Bruce Wayne holding baby her. The look in his eyes was absolutely enamored.  She was looking up at him with much the same expression, a wide, toothless grin on her face as she reached out for his face with one hand and clutched the stuffed cat to her chest with the other.  It was the stereotypical image of a happy family.  She ran her fingers over the image, trying to force herself to remember any part of that day, or any day here or with Bruce.

“That was out in the gardens behind the house.  There’s a little creek back there that you loved. You kept trying to work your way over to it.  Before you could walk, you’d crawl to it.  Before you could crawl, you’d scooch.  Before you could scooch, you’d roll.”  He chuckled as a far off look overtook his eyes.  “You were always very determined.”

“How much time did I spend here?” she asked.

Bruce let out a heavy sigh.  “Your mother brought you once a week for a few hours.”  He frowned.  “Then when you were about ten months old, you spent an entire month here… while your mother was in the hospital.”  Marinette whipped back to him, her eyes wide in surprise.  Bruce gave a small, pained smile.  “You two were caught in an attack that affected your building.  Sabine took the brunt of the damage for you two, but there were other kids…”

He trailed off, unable to finish the sentence.  Marinette didn’t blame him.  She’d seen similar scenes in Paris, bodies strewn about, children’s bodies littering the street after an akuma attack.  Bodies she hadn’t been fast enough or good enough to save.  She’d had the luxury of knowing it wasn’t permanent and she could save them.  M. Wayne wouldn’t have had that.  

“I still have nightmares about it,” he admitted hoarsely.  She frowned at him in sympathy and laid her head on his shoulder.  He froze for half a second before relaxing and laying his head against hers.  “It’s why you left.  Sabine and I were never going to get married.  We both knew that.  So I would never be able to keep you close enough to protect you.  And if I couldn’t protect you by keeping you close…”

Marinette took a deep breath and let it out slowly.  She pursed her lips.  “Then you thought you’d do it by keeping a distance.”

Bruce nodded.  Marinette nodded too, but didn’t say anything.  There wasn’t much to say.  She understood the reasoning.  She understood making decisions based on nightmares.  She had experience with it.  The nightmares can seem so real, they have just as much effect on you as reality, sometimes more.  They can mess with you in a way reality can’t.  She understood all of it.  And it helped.  It didn’t make it okay.  It didn’t make the hurt go away.  It didn’t excuse not contacting her even after he made sure they were safe.  But it helped.

Bruce suddenly stood up awkwardly.  “Right well, Dick will be wondering where you are. I’ll just… get out of your way.”  He shuffled stiffly for a few seconds trying to figure out if he should give a hug or just leave.  He settled for a wooden pat on the back before retreating out of the room.

Marinette stared after him for a few seconds even after the door was closed before finally moving and slowly changing her clothes. She frowned at the room.  Would it be better to change the room to exorcise the memories, or keep it the way it was?  She really wasn’t sure.  She’d have to get to know M. Wayne better before she could have a hint at the right answer.

She left her room and looked up and down the hallway, trying to remember the way back to the gymnasium.  She made it to the end of the hall before she was lucky enough to run into someone.  She quirked her head to the side.  “I thought you didn’t live here.”

“I don’t,” Jason answered gruffly.  She raised an eyebrow at him.  “I’m grabbing a book.”  He held up his book as evidence of his claim.  She raised the other eyebrow but kept silent.  “I’m not here to see you on the trapeze.”

“I didn’t say you were,” she grinned.

“Shut up,” he looked away and ruffled her hair. She squawked an objection, making him smile.  He motioned for her to follow him and guided her to the gym.  “Just make sure you listen to Dickhead.”

Marinette rolled her eyes.  “Not going to lie, doing what I’m told isn’t my forte.”

“Hey!”  He looked suddenly very serious.  He moved closer until he was almost towering over her.  Marinette looked up at him wide eyed, caught off guard by the sudden change of mood.  “I’m the rule breaker around here.  Ask anyone. That’s my role.  Get your own.”

Marinette held her serious look for a few seconds before her entire body started shaking from the giggles she was trying to suppress. She pushed through the doors to the gym still giggling.  Jason huffed in mock annoyance and leaned against the doorframe.  Dick perked up at seeing them and made his way over with an excited smile.

“Whatever.  Just don’t wear that,” Jason motioned vaguely to her sports bra, tight tank top, and boy shorts, “around Roy.”

“You know Roy?” Dick asked with a frown.

“Why?  He going to give me a workout?” she asked Jason with a smirk.

“No!  He is not,” Dick exclaimed, face scrunching in distaste.

Jason shuddered and wrinkled his nose, making a gagging noise.  “No,” he said definitively.  “Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to go throw up.”

Marinette gave him a mock concerned look, her eyes open wide in innocence.  “Oh no, Jason!  Are you not feeling well?  You really shouldn’t drive yourself home.  Should I call your partner to come get you?”

“Wait, how did you even meet Roy?” Dick tried again.

Jason narrowed his eyes at her.  “I hope you fall.”

“Jason!” Dick exclaimed, his expression suddenly serious.  “That’s not funny.”

Marinette cackled as Jason walked away.  Dick shook his head at her and moved them into the gym. “Okay, let’s warm up first.”  He got down on the padded floor and started stretching out encouraging Marinette to do the same.  He watched her in surprise as she was able to stretch incredibly well for a civilian.  She was better than most of his brothers.  “You’re really flexible.  Did you take classes?”

Marinette froze almost imperceptibly.  If Dick hadn’t spent the last twenty years analyzing body language in order to survive, he would have missed it.  She shrugged in an excellent imitation of nonchalance. “I sit behind a sewing machine for hours at a time so I make sure to stretch a lot.” She laughed lightly.  “Probably a lot more than I need to.”

Dick watched her for a few seconds before nodding.  “Right,” he said slowly.  He looked her over one more time.  “Well it’s working.”

Marinette gave him an overly wide smile.  “Thanks.”

Dick eyed her suspiciously again but got up and grabbed something off the wall.  “Now,” he held up a harness for her, “I’m going to hook up a harness.  It’ll keep you from falling too fast and help with the moves.”

Marinette frowned at the thought.  If she was hooked up, she wasn’t going to be able to fly like she wanted to.  It wouldn’t feel like she imagined, like she just now realized she needed.  She needed to feel the weight of gravity on her body pulling her down.  The harness was going to throw her weight off.  It was going to interfere with her movement.  “Can we try it without the harness?” she asked tentatively.

Dick frowned at the idea, clearly not comfortable with it.  She may have swung a few times with the heroes, but that wasn’t nearly enough to be safe on the trapeze.  Maybe he could convince her to wear the harness for the first few swings and she’d realize how helpful it was.  He looked back in her eyes and faltered.  She was looking at him with wide, hopeful, innocent eyes.  How was he supposed to say no to those eyes?  “I…” he sighed and looked down defeated.  “Do you know how to fall?”

Marinette gave him a deadpan look.  “I’m the world’s foremost expert at falling.”

Dick blinked a few times and gave the deadpan look back at her.  “That’s not making me feel better about not using the harness.”

“Can we try it?” she asked hopefully.  “Just a few swings to get a feel for it and if I’m falling too much, we can try the harness.”

Dick sighed and looked down.  It was the same logic he had been planning on trying, but she was using it against him.  He ran his hand over his face in defeat.  Yeah, she’d fit in the family perfectly.  He glanced over to see Bruce peeking in and his eyes widened in realization.  If he let Bruce’s daughter, his newly brought into his life daughter, get hurt, he’d never forgive Dick.  “Okay, here’s the thing,” he started giving her his most pleading eyes.  “If we do this without the harness and you fall, Bruce is going to skin me alive.”

Marinette gave him an understanding smile.  She laid a reassuring hand on his arm and Dick breathed a sigh of relief and waited for her to agree to the harness.  “I’d protect you, but you won’t need it.  We start slow and build up.  Trust me?”  She turned her hopeful eyes back at him but they were somehow even wider and more pleading.

Dick groaned.  “Fine.”

Marinette grinned brilliantly and jumped up and down in excitement.  “Thank you! Thank you!” She jumped at Dick to give him a hug.  Dick almost startled in surprise.  A family member that wanted hugs and gave them freely?  He hugged her tightly.  Yes, please.  Hopefully, everything would be fine and she was as good as she thought she was and nothing would happen and Bruce wouldn’t kill him, so he would be able to get more hugs in the future.

They climbed up on opposite sides and stood on the platforms facing each other.  Dick got into position and showed Marinette so she could do the same.  When she was positioned, he nodded and pushed off from the platform.  “Okay, let’s start with getting the rhythm.  It’s kind of like getting a swing into rhythm,” he explained.  “When you’re ready to try, go ahead and let go.”

Before he even finished his sentence, Marinette had pushed off and started pushing the bar into a matching rhythm.  Dick blinked a few times at how quickly and smoothly she’d gotten into a matching rhythm.  It was a skill people worked at for days, sometimes weeks.  Getting into a rhythm wasn’t incredibly difficult, most people got that somewhat quickly.  

It was maintaining the same rhythm and matching your partner’s rhythm that took time and training.  Honestly, if learning how to get the trapeze to swing smoothly was all she learned out of this time, he would have been impressed.  But she was already far past that.  She was swinging like it was second nature, like the physics of swinging and gravity were inherent.

“Good job,” he said a bit breathlessly.  “Ready to try a simple move?”

Marinette grinned back and nodded in understanding before remembering he wouldn’t always be able to see her.  She had to be very vocal about everything so he could react properly.  “Yes,” she called out loudly.

“Okay, when I say go, let go of your bar and hold out your arms for me to grab.”

“Okay,” Marinette called out.  She focused on maintaining her momentum and enjoying the way the air pushed back against her as she glided through it, the resistance creating a familiar feeling of a breeze against her skin.  The baby hairs around her hairline, the only hair free of her tight bun, were blowing back and forth as she moved.

As soon as she heard Dick say ‘go’, she let go and arched her back, reaching for him.  She free fell for only a moment before Dick caught her forearms in a strong grip.  She grabbed his forearms too in a tight grip and looked up to meet his eyes.  Their eyes met, exhilarated smiles on both their lips.  

Dick grinned in surprise at the success.  He’d been expecting her to fall, to be honest. The first time doing a catch almost always resulted in falling unless the person was well trained or well prepared, which he admittedly hadn’t done for Marinette.  It was a fumble of arms reaching and tangling, grasping for each other, but moving at the same time, trying to anticipate but guessing wrong. But she understood how to do a catch. She understood to trust her partner to catch her.

He grinned wider at what that meant; she trusted him!  His face suddenly turned serious.  “Okay, here’s the tricky part.  I’m going to count to three.  When I say three, I’m going to let go.  You’ll need to twist around and grab the bar.”

Marinette’s expression turned serious as well, though her eyes still sparkled with delight.  “Understood.”

Dick nodded.  “One… two… three.”  He let go on three and Marinette twisted in time to grab the bar, both of them frozen for a moment in weightlessness while she waited for gravity to take over.

She swung away from Dick but quickly flipped on the bar so she was facing him again.  Dick chuckled and shook his head.  “Let’s get more complex, what do you think?”

Marinette’s grin got wider and her eyes impossibly brighter.  “Yes, please.”

Dick laughed loudly, his laughter echoing off the walls, her laughter quickly joining his.  They swung together for almost half an hour, trying increasingly difficult tricks until they finally got to one Marinette couldn’t do.  Dick’s eyes widened in surprise as she fell in front of his eyes.  He was so accustomed to her keeping up with him, it was a shock when she didn’t.  His heart started pounding and he scrambled to get back to the platform until he heard Marinette’s giggles.  He looked down and saw her bounding across the bouncy net toward the ladder.

When she got to the platform she looked over at him with a grin.  “Try it again?”

Dick grinned at her and flipped back over on his bar.  “Let’s go then.”

The trick ended in the same result, but Dick joined her in the net on purpose this time.  “Maybe try to build up to that?” Dick suggested.  

Marinette nodded as she tried to catch her breath. “Sounds fun.”

“Did you want to try it on your own?” Dick offered. “You seem like you’re comfortable up there.”

Marinette’s eyes widened in excited surprise.  “Really!”

Dick chuckled and nodded.  “Have at it.”

Marinette bounced back over to the ladder and quickly made her way to the bar.  She started swinging and twisting on it, using the zero gravity to do solo tricks. Dick was so engrossed in her performance he almost forgot to get out of the net.  She was so graceful and elegant, like she knew exactly what gravity was going to do down to the millimeter.  It wasn’t at his level, she clearly hadn’t been trained.  But she was also clearly not a novice.

After a while she fell down into the net again breathing heavily.  She grinned at Dick.  “That was amazing.  Thank you! I didn’t realize how much I needed that.”

Dick helped her down from the net, immediately returning the hug she gave him before he could set her down.  “I had fun too.  Anytime you want to use it, feel free.  Just come on over.”

Marinette gave him a small nod.  Her smile still hadn’t died down at all.  “Let’s cool down.” Dick motioned toward the padded mat again.  He and Marinette sat across from each other and started stretching again.  Dick watched her as she stretched, that spark never leaving her eyes.  He knew the feeling well, that felling you get from flying, the freedom, the release.

Images of her growing up with them, him being able to teach her trapeze from the time she was a baby ran through his head. Fantasies of being a big brother to her, keeping her safe, teaching her, sharing the feeling of flying together… all of it gone.  No chance to happen.  Because Bruce walked away from her and straight to him.

“I’m sorry.”  His voice was heavy, weighted down with guilt.

Marinette quirked her head to the side and blinked a few times.  Her mind raced trying to figure out what he could possibly be referring to.  “Did something happen?”

Dick shook his head, his eyes narrowed slightly as he tried to figure out how to say what he was feeling.  “I.. I’m… he… I was the one he took in after…”

Marinette’s eyes softened immediately.  She laid a hand on Dick’s arm.  “Dick,” she started softly.  “You don’t have to apologize for getting adopted, for finding a home where you felt safe and loved.  You didn’t do anything wrong,” she assured him.

Dick searched her eyes for any evidence she didn’t believe what she was saying, but there was only sincerity and a touch of bittersweetness.  “Neither did you.”  His voice was sure and supportive.  His eyes bored into her, pushing against her boundaries.

Marinette looked away quickly.  She hummed noncommittally.  “Except going to the gala,” she said wryly.  “I should have just let Adrien take care of it.  As soon as I found out I should have…” she trailed off, unsure how to end it.

Dick moved closer to her and threw his arm over her shoulder, pulling her against his side.  “But then we wouldn’t have met for who knows how long,” he offered with a bright smile.

Marinette let out a heavy breath and smiled at how hard he was trying.  She looked back up at him from the corner of her eye.  “And what a shame that would be.”

Dick’s grin got wider.  “Exactly!”  He hugged her closer for a few moments as the smile slowly faded from his face.  “I just want to let you know I’m here for you.  I'm sure this is really overwhelming and Bruce has never been good with conveying... or feeling... emotions.  But if you need anyone to talk to, I’m here.”

He moved away so he could see her more clearly. “I missed out on being your big brother growing up and we’ll never get that time back.  And to be honest, I’m extremely upset with Bruce about that. But I’d like to make up for that lost time now.  So if you need anything, I’m here.  You want anything, I’m here.  You want to talk, I’m here.  You want to yell or scream at somebody, I’m here.  If you have a problem you need help with, I’m here.  I’m not going anywhere.”

Marinette looked up at him in surprise.  She blinked a few times uncertain what to say.  “I…”  She closed her mouth quickly, still not sure how to finish the sentence.  After a few moments she smiled softly at him.  “Thank you, Dick.”

Dick pulled her in for another hug, enjoying the feeling of her reciprocating.  Maybe she could show their other siblings how to do that without it being a life threatening situation.  Dick grinned widely as he squeezed her tight and rested his head on hers.  “Or if you just want a hug.  To tell you a secret, I give the best hugs in the family.”

Marinette scoffed playfully as she pulled away from him.  “I don’t know, Jason gives good hugs.”

Dick snapped his eyes to hers.  “Jason gives hugs!”

They almost jumped with Bruce walked in with a wide smile.  “How was it?”  He watched them with a smile as they stood together and stayed close after rising.  It was absolutely no surprise that Dick was able to get so close to her so quickly, but it was still reassuring to see it.

“It was amazing!” Marinette enthused.  “I had so much fun!  I can’t wait to do it again.”

Bruce smiled.  “Any time you want,” he promised.  “Any time you want to come over, feel free.  No need to call first.”  He paused for a moment.  “Although maybe not in the middle of the night.  “It would wake Alfred up.  He’d be more than happy to let you in but we already put him through so much.”

Marinette smiled and chuckled.  “I understand.  I’ll keep the visits to the daytime.”  She looked up just in time to see Dick giving Bruce a significant look.  Dick played it off with a wide smile that Marinette pretended to buy.  She also pretended not to notice the look Bruce gave him back.  She shuffled a few times before looking quietly between them. “Um… I’ll just… I’m going to take a shower and change back.”

Bruce nodded with a soft smile.  The smile was so convincing, Marinette would never have thought anything suspicious was going on if she hadn’t seen the look they gave each other… immediately after Dick spent the afternoon with her.  “You know the way back to your room?”

Marinette nodded rapidly.  “Of course.  Thank you.” She turned to Dick again.  “And thank you.  This was a lot of fun.”

Dick shook his head with a smile.  “You don’t have to thank me, Marinette.  I wanted to spend time with you.  I look forward to doing it again.”

Marinette nodded to him and left the room as quickly as she could without drawing suspicion.  As soon as she was out of eyesight, she speed walked back to the room, closing the door quickly behind her.  She leaned against the door and banged her head against it lightly a few times. It was okay, she tried to reassure herself.  They didn’t know her yet, of course they would have secrets and want to talk about what they learned about her.  She knew that.  But it still hurt.

As soon as Marinette was out of ear shot, Bruce turned back to Dick.  “How did she do?”

“She’s done that before,” Dick reported to Bruce, keeping his voice low so Marinette couldn’t hear him.

“We knew that,” Bruce answered just as quietly. “She said the heroes took her around sometimes.”  He pursed his lips tightly at the thought.  Even knowing nothing happened, he wasn’t happy about it.  The only thing he could think of was all the things that could have happened to her if their villain would have found out.

“No,” Dick cut in before Bruce could brood too hard. “She’s done something similar enough to be comfortable with it, enough that she soared, she flew.  Enough that her body instantly fell into the rhythm, into trusting someone else to catch her.  Those things are learned, Bruce.  I think she had a closer relationship with the heroes than we think she did.”

Bruce narrowed his eyes at Dick, processing his words.  He nodded and looked back to the hallway Marinette had disappeared down.  “The heroes disappeared.  Diana said she can’t even contact them anymore.  Marinette’s the only one who can tell us more.”

Dick nodded.  “I’ll see what I can do when we get together on Monday for Duke’s reading.”

“Carefully,” Bruce cautioned.  He glanced over to catch Dick’s flat look.  “I don’t want to push her.  She’s your sister.  She’s family, not a source.  She’s not a suspect.  She’s not even a victim.  We don’t need this information.  It would be nice to know, but we can live without it.  She’s allowed her privacy.  Plus she’s smart.  You start asking questions, she’s going to get suspicious and may get upset we’re digging into things she doesn’t want to talk about.”

“I know how to talk to people, Bruce,” Dick scoffed. “I’m better at talking to your kids than you are, if you recall.”

“I’m well aware,” Bruce conceded.  “I just… I don’t want to upset her.  She’s allowed her privacy.”

“And I’ll respect that.  And her,” Dick assured him.  He paused for a few seconds before he broached the next subject.  It was going to be delicate, one that neither of them wanted to consider.  “So the question is, if she did have a closer relationship with the Parisian heroes, when did her relationship with Adrien start.  And why.”

Bruce furrowed his brow.  “You think he started it because he knew she was close to the heroes? You think he was working with his father?”  He stared intently at Dick trying to gauge how serious he was about this.  “It doesn’t make sense for him to still be with her if that’s all it was.  And Ladybug told Wonder Woman Adrien was not involved,” Bruce said quietly.  “She vouched for him.”

“And we trust her word?” Dick asked in the same tone.

Bruce paused as he thought about it.  They really didn’t know Ladybug at all.  She’d disappeared after the last fight and only Wonder Woman seemed to have had any contact with her, and limited contact at that.  The League had never gotten the chance to gauge her competence in areas outside of fighting.  “She said he helped give evidence to take his father down,” he started tentatively.

“But…” Dick prompted.

Bruce let out a deep sigh.  This was not going to go over well with Marinette, but if Adrien was using her, they needed to know.  “But it could be a cover.  We don’t know enough to completely excuse him and we don’t know enough about Ladybug or Marinette to know how good of a judge they are.”

Dick nodded.  “We proceed with caution.”

“Extreme caution,” Bruce stressed.  “You heard how she talked about him at dinner.  She’s very protective of him.  Questioning Adrien is going to take more delicacy and tact than questioning her, I think.”

Dick nodded and looked down the hallway toward her room.  He would have to spend the next few days doing research before they met up on Monday.

Chapter 14

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