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spenciegoob · 4 years ago

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Who Needs Luck?

A/N: hi! I solely wrote this because of my 3 recent visits to NY (no, I sadly did not meet mgg)... plus i’ve been going there my whole life.. this is becoming the longest authors note, but as i’m writing I just want to say the people who work at food trucks in nyc are the nicest people ever, ask them about their day (AND TIP OMG PLS)

Summary: Reader invites Spencer to go to New York City with her where he finally sees the beauty right in front of him.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

Category: Fluff!

Content Warnings: reader can’t drive very well (I apologize if this is a callout post), slight road rage, language

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Word Count: 2.4K

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I never considered myself a lucky man. Life had proven time and time again that no matter how many four leaf clovers I set out to search for, how many pennies on the ground faced heads up I stumbled across, luck was never on my side. I’ve learned to live with it, accepted my fate as the world’s smartest punching bag long before I was even in college.

But then I met her, and as cheesy as it sounds, I didn’t need luck that morning.

The second I woke up, the universe seemed to have it out for me specifically. I swung my legs over my bed, and in my half asleep daze stepped on my glasses, successfully breaking them. Unable to see on my short trip to the bathroom, I stubbed my toe… twice. Once I finally finished my morning routine more methodically, I walked out of my apartment only to bump into a stranger, sending the coffee she was holding all the both of us.

I had tried to apologize so many times, cutting my words short when they didn’t feel right. I had gotten through a series of “I’m, uh, oh, I, you,�� before her smile interrupted my thought process, leaving me awestruck instead.

“That’s okay, but you owe me a coffee now.” She giggled, actually giggled, even with the scorching liquid causing her shirt to stick to her body. “Maybe… together?”

I didn’t hesitate to agree, taking her up on the offer that weekend and never looking back. Even when a loud crash, followed by a quiet, harsh ‘shit’ woke me up in a startle, there was no regret. Maybe just a little concern for my girlfriend who now that my eyes have adjusted to the darkness, can be seen holding her knee on the floor of our bedroom.

“Hey, I didn’t mean to wake you,” she whispered out, grabbing onto the dresser to stand straight again. Once she was on her feet, she came over to sit on the edge of our bed, immediately running her fingers through my hair. If I wasn’t so worried about her knee, I probably would’ve fell asleep again.

“Are you okay?” She giggled at my scratchy morning voice before nodding her head. It’s then I realized how the sun hasn’t even begun to rise, the room still pitchblack. “What are you doing up?”

“Getting ready to go to the city, sleepyhead,” she said as if it was the most obvious answer, but truthfully, it left me with more questions.

“At... 5 am?” I sat up, glancing at the alarm clock three times just to make sure I was reading it right. She may have always been a little strange, but usually at a reasonable hour.

At this, she stood up to continue getting ready for the very early morning. Now I notice why she fell, the piles of clothes leading to the closet had to have at least half of her outfits compiled together.

“Well, yeah. I want to get there before noon.” Even in my perplexed state, I rose from the bed and carefully tiptoed around haphazardly thrown clothes to reach her.

While wrapping my arms around her waist still hidden under my t-shirt, I questioned. “It’s right outside? You have 7 hours.”

She turned to look at me funny as if I wasn’t the one digging through clothes and waking up before dawn to walk literally 5 minutes to my desired location. My eyebrows must have subconsciously furrowed at one point, because she brought her hand up to stroke her thumb on my forehead. Immediately, I felt the tension melt, no longer caring to correct my confusion. She still did it anyway.

“Not DC, silly. New York!” I wish it were untrue, but my heart dropped at her words. She was leaving, going to a city I wasn’t familiar with beyond reading about, solving cases, and memorizing subway maps. Is this how she feels every time I board that jet?

“W-what? You’re just going to New York City?” I inwardly cringed at how desperate and sad I sounded, but I really didn’t want her to leave.

“Mhm,” she mumbled, turning back around to return digging in her closet.

“For how long?” Please change your mind. Please change your mind. Please change you-

Realizing that I was fully awake, she let out a boisterous laugh, allowing the way it bounced off our four little walls to return back to us. It was a sound most treasured. “I was hoping to get back around 9.”

“What?” I leaned back to look at her like she was absolutely preposterous. I mean, she was!

“Roadtrip!”

That’s how I found myself in the passenger seat of her car, no coffee in my hand because I wasn’t allowed until I have “a real cup of coffee.” Whatever the hell that means better happen soon, because as much as I loved watching the way she concentrates on the road in front of her, my eyes were starting to droop.

“It’s going to be another 4 hours. You can sleep, my love.” How she knew me so well, I will never be able to figure out, but I was out before we even made it across state borders.

That however, didn’t last very long. My girlfriend may be short and sweet, but behind the wheel? That’s a different story. The horn to her car is a very familiar sound when I’m jolted awake by a sudden stop.

“Really, asshole? Go!” She yelled, slamming her hand against the top of the steering wheel before looking over at me. “Hey, I’m so sorry I didn’t mean to wake you yet. I forgot how awful drivers are here.”

“Where is here exactly?” I questioned, sitting up from my slouched position to find cars practically on top of each other on a road not wide enough for two lanes.

“New Jersey. We’re 10 minutes away.” Wow, I didn’t realize I slept for that long, and I have to admit I’m a little surprised I wasn’t woken up sooner.

“How are we 10 minutes away? It’s at least another 30 to get to the tunnel.” Looking at our surroundings didn’t help me determine our exact location. To the left of us, there were dozens of graffiti murals on the side of what I assumed was another elevated highway. To the right, sidestreets with local businesses ranging from auto repair shops to fast food joints to gyms.

“Nuh uh, stop analyzing mister. You’ll know when we get there.” She waved a finger in my directions, putting a pin in my scrutinization. I pouted right back, successfully playing along to the theme of her scolding me like a 5 year old.

“I don’t like surprises you know.” It was the truth, but her contagious laughter that filled the car made me slightly less disinclined to stop asking questions.

“Oh I know, but trust me, you’ll like this one.” She went to go reach over to grab my hand from where it was resting in my lap, but stopped short and retracted in favor of slamming the horn. “Oh, come on!”

***

“So you drove to a train station... in New Jersey?” I asked while she was… attempting to park the car.

“Well, yeah. I’ve been taking this route since I was a little girl.” Once she finally figured out how to evenly space a two door convertible in a very spacious parking spot, she unbuckled her seatbelt, and was quick to grab her bag from the backseat. “Well, come on mister, we’re going to miss the train.”

To be quite honest, I have never been so lost in my life. I could probably pinpoint our exact location on a map if I wanted to, granted I was given any sort of information, but part of me didn’t want to. Scratch that, all of me didn’t want to, because my entire life has been planned out in front of me before, but right now, I get to be spontaneous with the most beautiful girl on the planet.

“Don’t let go of my hand,” she told me, lacing our fingers together and pulling me forward. “Don’t stop to look around, you will get pushed.”

We made it inside, and if I thought the DC transit system was bustling with people constantly, this place was so much worse. There were hallways left and right, all packed with people in a rush. It seems everybody had some place to be and zero time to get there.

“Upstairs.” We walked up two flights before reaching a platform, buying our tickets and making it just in time for a train to arrive. “I know they come every 8 minutes, but thank god we made this one,” she said as she sat down.

The cart we were in wasn’t too crowded, and once I finally found a map on the wall across from us, I saw that it was a direct ride to the World Trade Center.

“You said you took this train when you were little?”

“Yeah, I went to the city a lot as a kid. This was the easiest, and the cheapest way there.” A small smile played at her lips, obviously the product of some childhood memory. “I used to hop it.”

“Of course you did,” I laughed back with her, thinking about how an innocent looking child would be the first person to get away with sneaking onto the train.

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“I said it before, I will say it again. Do not let go of my hand.” This time it was more stern, and if I were being honest, I would say that it got me the slightest bit nervous. She must have noticed, she always does, because she continued. “Don’t worry, it just gets congested and I don’t want to lose you.”

She was right about that, it indeed was very congested, but that was okay because she was holding my hand, and I would follow her just about anywhere if it meant she kept looking over her shoulder and smiling when she saw me. Once we made it across the way, and in front of heavy looking glass doors, she turned to me and started walking backwards.

“You okay? This is definitely not off to a great start.” She was wrong, it was off to a perfect start.

“Yeah, I’m okay, but you might want to watch where you’re going,” I said before her back hit the door.

“Please I can get here with my eyes closed.” And then we were outside, and all 5 of my senses were hit immediately. The sun was shining down on us, and before I could complain about not bringing my sunglasses, she handed them to me. My heart fluttered at the innocent act, taking the sunglasses with such gratitude even though she had already moved on to retrieve hers. “Do you smell that?” She asked.

“There are a lot of answers to that question,” I told her, not knowing if she was talking about the smell of the construction happening at the corner, the permanent garbage smell or something entirely different.

“The hotdogs, silly. Come on, there’s nothing like ‘em.” This time, I laced our fingers together, not because I was scared of losing her, I was, but I just really wanted to be closer to her. She didn’t mind, in fact, she let out a content hum and leaned her head on my arm as we walked to the stand.

“Can I get four hotdogs with sauerkraut and two grape sodas,” she asked the vendor, who politely nodded before moving on to prepare our food.

“You’re going to have a heart attack by 35,” I said as I nudged her with my shoulder. She gave me a small push back before answering.

“Is that a doctor’s diagnosis?” She asked as she took our now ready food into her hands, after paying the man before I even had time to blink. I just grabbed the two cans of soda and followed her where she was making a beeline for a park bench. “Watch out for skaters.”

“Yes, it is indeed a doctor's diagnosis.” I unwrapped one of the hotdogs before taking a bite. I closed my eyes and let out a content hum. “It may be a little worth it.”

“Exactly.” We sat there quietly, enjoying the warm weather and sounds of wheels against pavement. At one point, she rested her head against my shoulder, and I am convinced wherever she went would be Heaven.

***

“Are your eyes closed?” We found ourselves with both our hands interlocked, my eyes closed while she walked backwards. I gave an ‘mhm’ before she continued. “We’re here, just keep them closed, and…” her words trailed off. “Okay open.”

I opened my eyes to her holding her arms out in the middle of the largest bookstore I’ve ever seen. “Surprise!” My eyes were bouncing everywhere. It wasn’t too crowded, the large stairwell across the store catching my eye first. There were bookshelves tens of feet high, all loaded with different genres and authors. To the right of us, tiny knick knacks and pins and socks. It was beautiful.

“Wow,” I whispered out, still stuck in my place admiring our surroundings. She was beaming up at me, a hint of pride at her successfulness to drag me 6 hours away to the most beautiful place I’ve ever seen.

“The Strand has always been my favorite place in the city. Come on, let’s go explore.” She grabbed my hands again, pulling me deeper into the store towards a shelf labeled adult fiction.

***

Six books, three pairs of socks and a postcard later, we were back on the busy streets of New York, aimlessly walking and admiring the tall buildings and different attractions. Well she was, I was admiring the way she was looking around like it was her first time here. Maybe I should have been paying more attention to our surroundings, but no amount of skyscrapers or fountains could possibly ever match up to her level of beauty.

“Have I ever told you how much I love you?” I asked randomly, startling her into jumping a tiny bit before giggling. She stopped us, turning to face me fully before reaching up to grab my face in her hands.

“Once or twice.” The kiss we shared on the New York streets were no different than the ones before, but this time, it felt like a silent promise. A passing between two lovers that no matter where we are, our love is the most beautiful thing there is. “I love you too, dork.”

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slothspaghettiwrites · 4 years ago

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17. Touch Too Much

Touch Too Much - Sleepless In Stark Towers

Story Rating: Explicit, 18+ only

Warnings: 5+1 trope, Tony uses JARVIS like a diary, Smut, photo booth, Anxiety, Sugar Daddy Tony Stark, Comic Book Science, Body Image, bdsm undertones, Stream of Consciousness, I've decided DC comics is a pop culture refrence tony would make, Paparazzi, Anxiety Crying, Charity Event, iron man references made, hinting at subspace, Confessions, sleepless idiots in love

Relationships: Tony Stark x Plus Size!Reader/OFC

Word Count: 7510

Summary: Tony runs through the weeks leading up to Thanksgiving with JARVIS.

A/N: This was just an excuse from me to write the 5+1 trope tbh... but also like strong sugar daddy!tony vibes here

<< 16. The Corruptor | 18. Thanksgiving >>

"JARVIS, create a partition in my super secret private server. Name it 'Touch Too Much' for me,"

"Of course Sir, what category do you want to go under?"

"My girl," I smiled to myself, thinking back to the last few weeks. “Okay, let’s review attempt one.”

1. TECHNOLOGY

After the blow up with Pepper and May, you hid in the emergency stairs for probably three hours. The call with Cali was in an hour and I was about ready to just cancel it. But then again that would probably play into Pepper's hand or she would make it sound like it did. I noticed you had walked all the way up to the living area floor. You were just sitting on the landing with your back against the wall.

For the first hour, I let you be, in a sense. Obviously, Jay was monitoring you. Though I didn't think you'd hurt yourself, I didn't want to take any chances.

During your second hour of self isolation in the stairs, I patched through and asked if you needed anything or wanted anything. For a while, you just stared, with your knee as close to your chest as you could get them. I wondered if you heard me at all. This level of anxiety was something I dealt with before, but I never felt this need to intervene before.

Bruce had his own personal coping mechanisms, the assassins had each other, the super soldiers the same. Peter cried and just needed to be hugged and allowed to work things through. He was the most involved, but the kid was 17 and saving the world on occasion. He was doing a great job.

I had never felt such a strong urge to comfort and protect. I felt that fraternal comradery that came with being forced to work with others for a long period of time. I felt the paternal need to care for Peter. But this urge that I felt for you was completely foreign to me.

"I didn't get to finish my lunch," you mumbled. I almost didn't even catch it, barely spoken above a whisper. "I'm sorry."

"What happened?"

"Some rando sat right next to me during class and kept staring at me," you huffed.

"Did you not have time to eat before your art class?"

"The call with Miss Potts turned me off the peanut butter crackers."

Fair enough. Not exactly a call I enjoyed either. Still, you weren’t ready to come out yet. So another hour went by. I left Bruce and Rhodey in the lab and walked up the five flights to where you were.

I sat down and crossed my ankles. Despite how much I wanted to wrap my arms around you I knew I should let you come to me. Which you did almost instantly. Your head landed on my shoulder. The plastic of your glasses dug into my skin but I didn’t care. I laid my hand palm up on my thigh so you could take it when you were ready. Again it was almost instant.

“M’sorry,” you sniffled.

“Don’t be Sweetheart,” I kissed the top of your head. “I just want you to be happy.”

We sat in silence for a while longer, JARVIS alerted me that the Cali call was in 10 minutes and I felt you sigh. Fully bodied, your chest rising and shoulders being pulled back before slumping forwards in the out breath.

“Have your call, I’ll make food for us, Daddy.”

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Underoos - Don’t let Aunt May keep your love from conquering all.

Underoos - also don’t tell her MJ stayed over at halloween pls.

Underoos - she's on a rampage

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I stared at Peter’s messages, the voices on the conference call muddling into one monotone sound that could put anyone to sleep. When you entered with two plates, I muted my end of the call. A steaming hot dish of stir fried veg and noodles was set in front of me.

“Thanks Babygirl,” I smiled

We ate in silence, I’d occasionally have to make a comment on the call, but really it wasn’t that important. Things I already knew were being repeated incessantly and everyone else was just eating it up. Finally when it ended, Pep only stayed on long enough to remind me that there was a board meeting tomorrow at noon.

“She sounds like she is still upset,” you stabbed particularly hard into a pepper slice.

“Pep will get over it,” I forked the last vegetable into my mouth. “Can I see your glasses?”

You handed them over without question. So good at following instructions. I unscrewed the legs from the frames and replaced them with Anti-Pap Privacy ones I’d wiped up. Patriot Pants and Buckethead had these as well, but their’s weren’t as smart as these ones, seeing as your’s were for actual sight and not Clark Kent-ing around the city.

“Whatcha doin’?”

“Giving you the gift of privacy,” I grinned and handed back your glasses.

“How so?”

You looked at the frame, feeling the new legs, before setting them on your face.

"They feel the same," you took a big bite of noodles.

I hummed in agreement and took out my phone. Just as your lips closed around the fork I snapped the picture.

"Daddy, no, I'm trying to eat," you slapped your hand in front of your mouth. "Not cool dude."

"I would say it's very cool," I showed you the photo.

Similar to Halloween, the image was distorted, a flare created over your face by the shutter closing in the camera. You couldn't even tell what was on the plate in front of you.

"Okay," you swallowed. "That's kinda cool, but how are we gonna take pictures together? It was on your list."

"Easy," I smiled, moving to stand next to you. "When you adjust the lenses," I took your hand and moved your finger to the right leg of the frame, "just slide your finger here and it disables the flare function."

"Does it turn back on by itself or do I have to re-enable it?"

"Automatically turns back on after it catches a shutter from a camera or 60 seconds, but you can disable it for longer by double tapping the bar."

"Can we test it out?"

The innocent, shy way you asked me to take a simple selfie with you pooled all the blood in my body right into my second brain. I don't how the fuck you could keep sounding so sweet, but you did and I wanted to hear you say all sort of dirty things in that voice.

"I've got a better idea."

I marched us to the elevator and took us to the sub basement. Okay, maybe that was a bit creepy, just taking you into my proverbial basement like a murder. This was still going to be a good idea.

The doors opened and the security lights turned on. Okay, the murder vibe was definitely not dissapating. But you seemed relaxed, absolutely trusting that whatever I was taking us down here to do would be great. The second brain in my pants was running circles around my actual brain trying to take control.

"You just… have one of these?" You asked.

"They come in handy for work events and fun charity galas."

I plugged in the booth and you pulled back the curtain. The screen and neon lights illuminated the basement. I slid in next to you on the cushioned bench before pulling the curtain closed.

"All right, show me how to turn off the flare."

"Yes, Daddy," you smiled and double tapped the frame.

"Good girl," I smirked.

The display started the countdown, our blurry image appeared just below the camera. I threw my arm around your shoulder. A canned capture sound went off and the first picture was taken. No flare appeared and another countdown came up.

I kissed your cheek and felt you giggle. Capture. Your hand grabbed my thigh and I tilted your chin so you were looking at me. Capture. I kissed you, pulling you closer to me, feeling your soft warm body mold to mine like it was meant to be there. Capture.

Okay, my second brain was getting tired of the cutesy, PG photos. And so was yours. Your mouth opened and I took the opportunity that came with that. My tongue darted into yours. I wanted to pull all of those sinful sounds out of you again.

I maneuvered you into my lap. Your glorious ass pressed right against my throbbing cock. My lips found the exposed skin on your neck while my hands circled your waist, under your shirt. Capture.

"Daddy."

"Stay still Babygirl," I started opening up your button down, the flannel fabric falling to the side to reveal a lace bralette. Capture.

Your head was thrown back onto my shoulder, heavy breaths fanning across my neck as I let my hands work their magic. Capture.

"God, you feel so good, Honey. Soft and warm. Are you gonna be good for me? Gonna be a good girl for Daddy?"

"Yes," you whimpered, pressing a bit harder into my crotch. "Wanna be good Daddy, please."

Capture.

"Take off your pants Baby."

As your pants came off, I opened mine up. God your ass was perfection. I wanted to sink my teeth into it. I tugged you back on to my lap, draping both of your legs over mine, exposing you to the camera. Even with the low quality screen I could see how wet you were. Capture.

"What's your color, Babygirl?" I ran my hands over your bare thighs, squeezing, letting you adjust to this.

"Green," you whined. "Please so green, need you to touch me." Capture.

I ground my cock between your sopping wet folds, letting out a deep groan. Fuck. The bralette needed to go. I needed to feel all of you under my hands. I pulled the fabric down, releasing one of your breasts. Capture.

"Inside me, please Daddy, need you to fuck me," you whined, grabbing my hand over your breast, pressing harder.

"God, sound so pretty when you beg for me cock. Tell me how bad you want it, Sweetheart." Capture.

Fuck this was torture, I wanted it to never end though. My hips kept moving between us, teasing your hole and clit. Capture.

"Fuck Daddy, I want your cock inside me. Wanna feel you. Feel empty without you. Please I need to be f-"

I plunged my cock into you. Your choked moan completely washed over me. Capture.

"Shit, that's it Baby, keep squeezing my dick like that. Fuck, so good for me Sweetheart," I pulled out slightly, moaning as your pussy tried to keep me buried inside you. "You hungry for Daddy's cock Baby? Don't wanna let me go."

Capture.

"Feel so good, so green, needed this, need you Daddy, don't ever wanna stop, fuck there please, right there, make me feel so good Daddy, fill me up, please."

Jesus H. Christ.

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“Sir, why is this classed as an attempt? It seemed successful to me.”

“Jay, it’s not a gift if she needed it.”

“Very well, then.”

“Attempt two…”

2. CLOTHES

Waking up next to you, your naked body pressed against mine, was hands down the best thing of the century. In first place for all time had to be you cumming on my dick. That was pure fucking ecstacy right to my nervous system and every fiber of my being. I was pretty sure if I could bottle that feeling up, world peace would be achieved in less than 24 hours then would collapse because everyone would become addicted junkies. Kinda like I was.

But the second best feeling of all time was trying to run away from me.

“Where’re you goin’ Baby?”

“I got an idea for somethin’, need to write it down,” you slurred, still half asleep.

Well I guess now was as good a time as any to wake up since you took the duvet with you. I watched your fuzzy, plush form wander towards the living room before I finally threw back the sheet and got up. As I walked into the closet, the lights faded up and JARVIS displayed the top news, my calendar, and important notifications on the vanity mirror. It was just after eight in the morning… at least we got more sleep than I thought we would.

Tom Ford sang to me in the form of a wool, O’Conner fit, houndstooth suit. It’s getting cold enough now, houndstooth was definitely appropriate. I was half dressed, laying out my tie options and picking out pocket squares for the day when you wandered in to join me. There were two mugs of hot coffee in your hand.

“Go with the left red one,” you murmured, sipping your coffee and leaning against the vanity. A sight I could get used to everyday.

“Can you pick out some cufflinks and a watch to go with?”

On cue, the drawers lit up and extended out of the wall. I put away the unchosen tie and grabbed the matching pocket square. Shoes and an overcoat were selected next, before I finished getting dressed.

I walked over and wrapped my arms around you, peering over your shoulder. Your fingers ghosted over the watches, not actually touching anything. What were you scared of?

“Daddy, I,” you twisted to look at me. “I don’t know what to choose.”

"Normally with this suit I wear this watch," a Cartier with custom red accents, "and these cufflinks," a platinum set with minimal detail.

"They look like screws."

"Yeah that's why I like them," I grinned. "Now get dressed, we can get breakfast before my meeting."

I was rinsing out my coffee mug when you announced that you were ready to go.

"Where's your jacket?"

"Indiana."

"JARVIS call the place, the one I had you look up last week, we'll be there in like 30 minutes."

So rather than going to get breakfast somewhere decent, I parked the Audi outside a private boutique next to the Garment District. Just like last night, there was no questioning me. You just rolled with it. A part of me didn't want to question it all, loved that you were so obedient on instinct. But the better part of me knew I should be checking in, asking you rather than telling you.

"If you were a bird, what bird would you be?"

"Phoenix, no question about it." I smirked at your silly question. "You game for a very quick shopping trip?"

There was a moment of hesitation, telling me you weren't as immediately trusting as you could be and that made me happy. You weren't just doing whatever I said to please me.

"Yeah," you gave me a stern nod.

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“I assume this falls under a need rather than a gift then Sir?”

“Yes, it was freezing outside and she only had a sweatshirt."

“Does the dress count as a gift or was the whole evening an attempt?”

“Let’s run through it again.”

3. EXPERIENCE

Babygirl 🌜 - is it Friday yet?

Me - no 😭

Me - but speaking of Friday. Cap and Bucket are doing a talk on art and life in the 40s. You wanna go?

Babygirl 🌜 - YYYYYAAAASSSSSSSSS

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Okay, so I probably should have prefaced that invitation with 'charity event at the Guggenheim', but it didn't honestly occur to me. They invited me months ago and any reason to support the arts was good in my book. They also had one of my Pollock's on display for an exhibit, so it would be nice to see it again.

Also, I got to buy an outfit for you for the night, which really was reason enough to do anything at this point. After the positive experience buying the jacket, I felt pretty damn good about knowing what to get you. You wore your clothes like a suit of armour, shielding yourself from the view of others and the coat you picked out really showed that. The black cashmere jacket's simple, structured design had a straight cut that hid all your curves. Which I had mixed feelings about because on one hand I wanted to show you off and on the other hand I felt selfish and wanted to be the only one who saw your gorgeous body. Ultimately, I think you chose it because it was soft and had big pockets.

You arrived at the tower in a flurry on motion, your backpack sticking out over the intense black of your coat. Peter was hot on your tail for some reason.

"Hurry up, Petey, chop chop."

"Why can't we just go there first?"

"Not our basement, we gotta ask."

"Children," I greeted, rolling away from the operation table.

"Hey," you smiled and kissed my cheek. Oh that was a greeting I could get used to. "Can we use the photo booth?"

I looked over at Peter. He bounced on the spot, clearly excited. You obviously hadn't told him what we did in that booth because I think he would die before stepping foot in it if he knew.

"Sure, Happy's picking us up at eight so we have plenty of time."

"Are you guys going to Mr. Roger's charity dinner?" Peter walked over to the table to look at the inside of the suit.

"It's not his dinner, he is just the guest of honor," I waved his hand away from a live wire. "It's like an arts benefit."

"Why is he the guest of honor then?" He picked up a screw driver.

"Don't touch," I grabbed the tool. "He and Man Bun are gonna talk about life in the 40s and art at the time while New York elitists ask dumb questions."

"That sounds boring."

"It will be fine, the food is always good, and I made sure our table only had good people at it."

If I had been paying more attention to you, I would have noticed the freaked out body language you were exhibiting. But Peter and I were absorbed in shop talk. It wasn't until Jay reminded me that it was time to get ready that we actually remembered why Peter came around initially.

"Bye fam, we can photo booth it up another day. Aunt May will get mad if I miss larb night again. Text me," Peter hugged you on the couch.

You barely even mumbled a reply. I waved goodbye and cleared up my work before going over to you. Your jacket was carefully folded over the opposite arm of the couch. It made me smirk.

"Hey Baby, you okay?"

"Do you really want me to go to that fancy dinner?"

Your voice was small and unsure. Your nose scrunched up a bit while you thought about something. I grabbed your hand and pulled you up from the couch.

"I don't even have nice clothes with me."

"That is where you are wrong," I smiled.

I had to pat myself on my back. The dress was fucking phenomenonal on you and you couldn't stop smiling. The black velvet and tulle was appropriate for the evening and wasn’t too flashy for your taste. Sheer sleeves and scallop detail only enhanced your features. Maybe I could be a personal shopper if heroing didn’t work out?

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“You do still own Stark Industries, Sir.”

“True, true, back to why this classes as an attempt.”

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Happy pulled the Rolls forward, up to the front of the building. The nervous energy you radiated was almost suffocating. You fiddled with your hair, your phone, your glasses, anything that wasn’t affixed to you really. The valet and Happy switched positions and our door opened. I got out first, cameras began flashing and I held out my arm for you.

There was a moment I thought you wouldn't get out. But then a shaky hand latched onto the sleeve of my suit. If that wasn't one of the best damn family picture smiles I'd ever seen. I plastered my own practiced smirk on. You stepped out of the car and like the queen you fucking are, you walked up the steps into the museum like nothing on this earth could touch you.

I was in awe. The smirk on my face became more and more real as you straight up ignored the reporters shouting for our attention. ARTGIRL, MR STARK, IRON MAN, ARTGIRL, MRS STARK.

Okay, so that last one almost had me doing a double take trying to find the reporter shouting.

Happy easily shooed away anyone who got too friendly with the ropes and tried to get closer. Your eyes never left the doors ahead. It really took all of my personal strength to not stop to fuck up there photos. It would be so easy to taunt them.

But as I slowed down, you squeezed my arm, the chipped red nail polish from Halloween still hanging on and standing out against my black suit. Fine, we could stop another time and fuck up some scum of the earth’s work.

Once through the doors and Happy had exchanged our invitation for three monogrammed programs. I watched the way your fingers traced over my initials on the heavy paper. You barely even noticed the super soldiers making their way towards us.

“Queenie, glad you could make it.”

“You look great, Doll.”

“Thanks guys,” you smiled half heartedly, a blush rising to your cheeks. “Ya know, you could have mentioned that this was gonna be so… so fancy when I told you I was excited to see you guys.”

A waiter passed with a tray of champagne flutes. I grabbed two, handing one off to you without much thought. No one else seemed to have any thoughts about either until we sat down for the dinner and you still hadn’t taken a sip.

I was an idiot.

As discreetly as I could, I swapped our glasses. I wasn’t even sure what I could order you. You drank coffee… and water? Maybe? Really, I only ever saw you drinking some form of coffee. How did I not know what to order you?

Steve and Bucky were easily pulled into a conversation with the other guests - some old money foggy and some tech start up woman - at the table, trying to get a sneak peek of what they would be discussing tonight. I wrapped my around the back of your chair, intent on asking you wanted to actually drink when the chair next to you was pulled out.

“Well if it isn’t my two favorite people.”

FUCK. FUCKING HAMMER. I really did just want to flip the table. I made sure this table was set up so it would be any easy night for Steve and Bucky. I definitely made fucking sure that fucking asshat wasn’t sat here. Sure I couldn’t demand they not invite him… well maybe I could have. I hadn’t really thought about it being a necessity until now.

“Mr. Hammer,” you plastered on that polite family picture smile.

“Justin, please call me Justin.”

“No, thank you Mr. Hammer, if you’ll excuse me I’m going to get a drink at the bar.”

EFFORTLESS. SKILLFUL. BEAUTIFUL.

Christ if that didn’t give me a semi. Who was this girl? I’d never seen you so cold. Your hips swayed subtle as you wove through the crowd making your way to the bar. The smirk that played on my lips was absolutely the smuggest thing in this room, which was honestly saying something.

“So Tony, how ya been buddy?” He turned his attention to me.

I let the venom I felt seep into my words, “Justin, don’t you have a table or escort to get back to?”

“Ha, no, my date is at the bar. I just saw you two and want to say hi,” he made a waving motion, a smug look on his face. Why was he so fucking smug? “You remember Christine from Vanity Fair right?”

Fuck. Fuck and shit. That know it all bitch.

I knocked my glass over on the table.

“Oh would you look at that. Clumsy me. Let me go find someone to clean that up.”

God I hate that two bit sack of shit. He would bring that woman. God fucking damn it all to hell for fuck’s sake. Jesus there was no way that woman hadn’t cornered you at the bar already. She was a fucking viper.

“-drinking so much, we fell off the bed.”

Kill me. All Father, just smite me where I stand. This was creeping up my list of top 10 biggest fuck ups.

The light, condensing way the journalist laughed made me feel like rolling my eyes into the back of my head and then all the way around again. While your face was a blank mask, your body language was very telling. You held a dark martini glass in one hand, death grip was probably a better description. Your phone was in your other hand, being gently tapped against your thigh. The line of tension set in your back looked about ready to snap.

“Ladies,” I smiled, taking up the spot next to you, my hand settling just above your low back.

“Tony, your new plaything is so insightful. Really knows her art,” Christine’s fake white teeth sparkled in the low light around the bar.

“Well I only date the best, Ms Everhart,” I smirked, cocking my head to the side ever so slightly.

“I was just telling her about our first meeting and-”

“And yet like some form of herpes you just keep coming back.”

I looked down at her over my sunglasses. Her smile faltered and the thrill of verbally beating someone made the smirk on my face transform into a smile.

“Sweetheart, I do need to borrow you for just a moment.”

I didn’t even wait for you to respond, if you could at all. I wasn’t sure how much time you’d spent with that bitch, but even as we walked out of the event hall and started moving through the darkened museum the grip on your drink didn’t lessen. Our rapid clicking heels echoed as we marched around the circular ramp until we came up to the closed door of one of the galleries. The hand I had on your back didn’t move, I held you close to me while I used the lock picking function in my suit to pry open the door. I scanned the room, pickup the cameras and sensors.

“Jay, disable the security in this room.”

I waited until that was done before I moved us to sit down on the hard leather bench in the center of the space. When I saw your glass shaking slightly, I took it from you and placed it on the floor.

“I’m not some plaything... am I?”

“No, Babygirl,” I kissed your forehead. “You’re my sweet, pretty girl. I’m not gonna let you go for anything.”

“I’m sorry I-I-I-I” you gulped. “‘M not pretty like the others.”

Tears started to slip down your cheeks. The night was really not going well for us. This was supposed to be fun, you getting to see some art, eat some fancy food, and look all gorgeous for me. The horrible feeling of failure settled in my bones. It made me feel heavy and sticky. Your chipped fingernails dug into the bench. You were really trying to not cry.

“Honey, you are so much more,” I wiped away the tears. “Smarter, funnier, and so so beautiful.”

“I don’t feel it right now,” you leaned into my hand, your body finally releasing the tension you’d been holding. “God at least I didn’t wear makeup.”

“Do you wanna go home?”

You made a weak noise, “no, I was excited to hear Steve and Bucky speak.”

“Why don’t we walk around here for a bit, then head down when their talk starts?”

“Yeah,” you sniffled, removing your shoes and standing up.

I watched you walk around the room. You bent at the waist to read the cards next to the painting. Occasionally I saw you wipe away at your eyes again. You stood in front of a familiar Pollock. I snapped a picture of you. The gorgeous line of your back just barely visible in the dark image, your hair shined in the security lighting and shoes dangled from one hand.

“Daddy,” your soft voice echoed around the cavernous space.

With your drink in hand, I heaved myself up to join you in front of my painting. You nudged my shoulder before tilting your head to the name card.

“You have any other secret masterpieces here? Do you own any of his wife’s paintings?”

“I think I had Pep buy this at an auction when I was drunk,” you rolled your eyes at me, but smiled. A real smile, first one of the night. “I haven’t seen any of Lee’s paintings up for sale.”

“Can I have my coffee?”

“Is it just coffee?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

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“Ah, I see, Sir, this is only an attempt because gifts do not cause stress.”

“Exactly, now attempt four… let’s be honest that was a more a gift for me.”

4. CLOTHES, again

“All of my clothes are either here or in Indiana.”

“You have like three outfits here.”

“I don’t have any clean clothes then.”

“Don’t look at me like some Dickensian child. Just buy some more.”

“What?”

“Buy a bunch of clothes and have them delivered here, that way you don't feel like you’re living out of a suitcase.”

And that was how I ended up having a sea of plastic packaging and paper return sheets in my living room while you did a fashion show for me. So yeah, really more a gift for me. No explanation needed.

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“I’m assuming this final attempt is also classed as a need rather than a gift then.”

“Finally you are starting to get it, aren’t you supposed to be a super computer?”

“Very funny, Sir.”

5. LUGGAGE

I was making breakfast on Thursday morning. You were still working through an all-nighter to finish up some calculus extra credit project and I was determined to get some kind of nutritious meal in you before I had to leave for a meeting in DC. The more stressed you got about upcoming finals, the less fruit and vegetables you ate and the more coffee and peanut butter crackers you consumed. I was really hoping the week off for Thanksgiving would do you some good. You could just chill at the tower, do whatever you wanted. Sleep even maybe.

The rhythmic tapping on your laptop suddenly stopped and you gasped.

“What’s up?” I turned the heat off on the oatmeal.

“I’ve been summoned.”

“By what? The government?”

“The devil.”

So your parents expected you to be home for Thanksgiving and they wanted you to fly out on the Sunday red eye. What was with your parents and early flights? Also talk about late notice, did they not think you had plans with May and Peter? Which we did. As some kind of strange peace offering, May had invited me to your family Thanksgiving. I offered to have it here at the tower, but she insisted it be done the Parker way.

But now you were on the phone at six am with a crying Peter, trying to calm him down and explain that everything would still be fine. You’d just have to virtually join him for Thanksgiving. I’m not sure I’ve ever seen that kid more attached to anyone, well maybe Ned and MJ. I had a feeling Pete would be spending the weekend with us after you hung up.

“So I guess he didn’t take that well?” I poured breakfast into our bowls and before tossing in any of the fresh fruit I had into your bowl. Fruit was healthy, had vitamins and stuff.

“He will be okay, better to tell him sooner rather than later. He basically said if I’m not here at Christmas, Spider-man would be kidnapping me,” you sighed heavily and came over to the kitchen.

“Do you wanna go home?”

“I’m home already, Daddy.”

I was late to DC. What can I say? It’s not like they were going to start the hearing without me anyway. You can’t say shit like that and expect me to not get all... emotional and aroused. I’m in my 40’s, not dead. Apparently your commitment to ‘us’ was a real turn on for me.

It wasn’t until later - when the flight, endless hearings and meetings, and political bullshit ended at the doorstep of my house that I took the time to look at your messages. I’d rather not read your messages, than leave you on read. I really was expected to be professional here so I left the device in my pocket all day like the good human adult I was.

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Babygirl 🌜 - Who steals a suitcase?

Babygirl 🌜 - What kind of world do we live in that one of my roommates just thought they could leave a sticky note on my wardrobe saying “I’m borrowing this”?

Babygirl 🌜 - Pete is saying this is a sign I just shouldn’t go. I can’t not go. They bought the ticket for me.

Babygirl 🌜 - Ugh. Sorry for ranting. Just so heckon rude. Hope your day's going well. You looked super profesh and cute on C-SPAN.

Babygirl 🌜 - Yes I did commandeer the lounge TV just to watch old white dudes ask stupid questions about the internet. You did an excellent job of not letting that get to you.

Babygirl 🌜 - I GOT 100% ON MY CALC EXTRA CREDIT

Babygirl 🌜 - I’M SCREAMING OMG

Babygirl 🌜 - Okay, I’m cool. Gotta love instant gratification.

Babygirl 🌜 - DiiiinNNNneeEErrrrR

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I wasn’t sure if you really knew what a meal was sometimes. A plate of cut up raw vegetables and chicken nuggets surrounding, what I could only assume was, a bowl of ranch dressing was not my idea of dinner. But I had to give you props for eating a vegetable.

I can’t decide if I’m more proud of you acing your project or eating a vegetable. Either way, well done. 😘

You’re such a nerd, can’t believe you watched any of that. I wouldn’t have and I was there.

It was nearly midnight, I wasn’t expecting you to reply to messages. In truth I was hoping you’d be asleep even though you hadn’t sent a good night message. What I wasn’t expecting, was to get a video call from Peter.

“I’ve kidnapped the target, she was way too easily distracted by Pokemon reruns.” Peter’s smiling face took up way too much of the screen, before he extended his arm to show you sitting next to him on your bed. There was a momentary flare before your face appeared. The glow of your laptop and his phone were the only real light now.

For the first time I noticed the pictures you had taped to your wall. A selection of old pictures of you and Peter together, in Indiana and in New York, were interspersed with photos of art works in museums and corn fields as sunset, or maybe sunrise. I also noticed close to your pillow was the first picture we took together and the PG photostrip. Where do you even get photos printed anymore? The more X-rated ones were blasted away at your request, despite my attempt at puppy dog eyeing you into letting me keep them.

“Hey,” you yawned.

“Did you kidnap her or did she kidnap you?”

“I offered him a snack after patrol,” You smiled, but didn’t look away from the screen.

“We should all be asleep right now,” I commented, walking through the empty house, discarding my jacket and tie across the sofa on my way to the kitchen.

"But Pikachu needs us," Peter rotated the screen and showed the cartoon you were watching.

I recognized the yellow mouse… thing on screen from the latest Longchamp bag line. Maybe I could get you one of those before you left on Sunday.

"I'm putting my phone down."

I wandered into the kitchen and got a whiskey glass from the cabinet. I poured a double then returned to you two, completely engrossed in the show.

"Peter, does May know you aren't actually patrolling right now?"

"Mmmmmmmaybe," his guilty smile gave him away.

"I'm already on thin ice with her, Pete, don't make me-"

A crash came from somewhere else in your room. Peter jumped, sticking himself to the top of the bunk above you. The light flickered and I saw you reaching around to move the weird privacy curtain you constructed.

"Oh shiiiittttt, sorry, We didn't -woah- mean to interrupt new boyfriend time."

"Can we meet him?"

Roommates, two drunken ones from the sound of it. I looked at Peter's beet red face and had to hold in a laugh. His only sensible way outta this was to unstick himself, a challenge in its own. I was just glad he dropped the phone before he decided to become a piece of bed furniture.

"I, uh, oh, mmm, I don't think now is a good time…"

"Oooooooo, well don't let us get in the way of sexy fun."

"Get it girl."

"We should do a tactical vom…"

If Peter was red before, he was absolutely about to combust now. He was still in the Spidey suit, with one of your sweatshirts thrown over the top. God that would have been great to watch him explain that. Or you honestly because when you got flustered and embarrassed it just made me want to bend you over the nearest surface and take you.

But those were not appropriate thoughts to be having right now.

"Okay, I'm gonna go now," he unstuck himself. "Bye Mr. Stark."

"Good night, kid," I waved and the call ended.

I finished my whiskey and ordered the Pikachu bag. Should be big enough to last you a few days, you said you had clothes at home too. It wasn't until I had flopped down into bed that you messaged again, asking if I still wanted to video call. Like I would say no to seeing your beautiful face.

"Hey," you whispered, laying in bed with earphones in.

"Hey Babygirl."

Even in the blue white light of the phone screen I could see your cheeks turn a bit pink.

"I got a bag ordered for you to take home."

"You know you don't have to keep buying me things. It's really okay, Daddy."

I hummed, the familiar thrill of hearing you call me that washed over me in my drowsy state.

"Well, what can I say? You're worth it and I enjoy seeing you with nice things."

"I feel bad not getting you anything."

"You are more than enough Sweetheart."

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"If she doesn't like being dotted on, why do you keep doing it?"

"Because my girl deserves the world, Jay."

+1. AN UPGRADE

When my alarm started going off at four am, I groaned. I didn’t wanna be awake. In truth, I didn’t want to leave at all. Tony’s bed was warm and I was enjoying hiding away from the world after Friday night. It had been… a lot. The social and emotional exhaustion mixed with the stress had kept me awake for much longer than I admitted to Tony. When we got back in the wee hours of Saturday morning, after forcing Happy to make a pit stop for burgers, we ate on the couch dressed up in all our finery.

“Can I post this picture of you?”

He showed me the image, I looked so different from how I felt in that moment. In the picture I appeared calm, relaxed while viewing the paintings. Inside I was a horrible bundled knot of insecurities. But social media was a performance, and I would always perform for Tony.

“Yeah,” I said, swallowing another bit of my cheeseburger.

“You can say no, you know.”

I looked over at him. He was tired, exhausted probably based on the bags under his eyes, with a smear of mustard caught in his beard. I didn't think I could ever say no to him.

"Yeah, I know."

So he made the post on Instagram. Later when we woke up sometime on Saturday morning proper, we checked the news. Even over video, the frames of the glasses Tony has given me projected the light flare to hide my identity. There were comments about the Valentino dress I wore, some nice and other rude. Apparently, my laziness had started a new trend of just wearing your chipped nail polish. I hadn't really thought about it, too surprised with myself that it was still on. Of course, Tony's post was featured in every news story. I mostly just ignored that, like I'd been ignoring most of social media.

But seeing as my identity was still unknown and conspiracy sites were still clawing at any information they could to figure out who I was, it was easy to put that part of the night behind me.

I rolled over in bed. Tony must have not come to bed at all. The sigh that left my body was long and deep. I'd hoped there would be time for more cuddles before I needed to leave for the airport. Maybe I could get away with a few more minutes snuggled up in bed.

My Instagram practically exploded when I opened it. Likes, comments, tagged posts, and DM flashed up on the screen. Ignoring them, I went straight to Tony's story first, watching him do a test for a mini blaster that caused Bruce to freak out. For as much as I stayed here, I barely saw the other man. Next Steve's story played, a video of him and Bucky at the gym. Peter's story was him, Ned, and MJ doing some… thing, I wasn't really sure what. That was enough of that.

I moved on to Tony's account. There it was, another viral picture. A masterpiece with a Pollock. The best date a guy could ask for @ThatArtGirl thanks sweetheart.

Stupid, happy tears slipped down my cheeks. Even the thought of going home couldn't ruin how… loved I felt. What he isn't telling you is that I anxiety cried before this picture lol 😌 #HesWorthIt #ImCryBaby

Immediately I saw a response from Tony. If you're Cry-Baby, I must be Allison Vernon-Williams. #YourMyCrybaby

"Please tell me you understood that reference," he walked into the bedroom.

"I did not," I put my glasses on and sat up. "Where were you?"

"Just working on something in the lab."

He crawled into the bed, pulling my phone from my hand. We definitely had time for this.

"When do we need to leave for the airport?"

"In like 30 minutes," I smiled, as he moved between my legs.

"Plenty," he kissed my forehead, "of," he kissed my nose "time."

He kissed my mouth slowly, controlling me with a hand on the back of my neck. Tony took me apart piece by piece with his hands and mouth. The feel of his skin against mine shot thrills right through me. His body heat enveloped me better than any blanket ever could. His words washed over me, my mind floating somewhere with no worries, just me and Tony. Even when he pushed me over the edge again, when I thought I couldn't, my body did it. Euphoria washed over me, words fell from my mouth that I couldn't understand.

God I loved this. I loved him.

"I love you."

The words came out of me, muffled by the sheets and my own blissed out sounds.

"What Baby?" Tony leaned over my back, still hard and buried deep inside me.

"I love you, Daddy." I felt him twitch inside me before he pulled out. Panic washed over me, only to be scrubbed away when I was flipped on to my back. The arc reactor shined brightly between us.

"Tell me again, Babygirl."

"I love you," I touched his chest, hand over his heart.

"Again," he plunged into me.

I lost count of how many times I said it to him. Probably well over a thousand versions of the confession by the time we actually got out of bed.

We were late to the airport, but when I gave him a final kiss goodbye, our first time really away from each other about to begin, he gave me the best gift possible.

"I still expect you to be a good girl while you're away."

"I promise," I whispered, despite the empty departures area.

"Mmm," he hummed, rubbing his thumb over my cheek.

He pulled me into another kiss. I still felt love drunk from this morning. My fingers clung to his flannel jacket, his silly incognito clothes did nothing to quell my desire for him. I sighed when he pulled away, cheeks flushed and a dopey grin plastered on my face.

"I love you 3000."

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Throne of Blood (3/3)

Hello there! Last part of Throne of Blood, I hope you appreciated this little serie! I loved t write it tbh, it was a nice change from the usual DC stuff I write. If you want a bonus chapter, let me know! I thought about doing either a prequel for when they invaded the castle, or some headcanons if y’all have some.

Ps: I realised I kinda made Bruce to be the bad guy here, oops. Sorry about that, but to my defence, family drama was something I built toward from the beginning 😅 Full disclosure, I have nothing against Bruce and Damian pls don’t come at me

Masterlist in bio / pinned!

Pairing: King!Jason x reader x Roy

Word count: 4414

Warnings: same as the last parts (cautious nsfw) + family drama lmao

"--and the might of the casc… cascade could never compare to the ce… cerul… cerulean of her eyes. She was his hope, the only thing he cherished, none of his posse...ssions could ever be worth as much as a minute with her"

You paused to breathe as you reached a paragraph break. You could feel Roy's relaxed stare on you, a small smile ever present on his lips. His hand was absentmindedly rubbing your knees that were lying over his thigh, while his other arm was snugly wrapped around your waist. The quiet crackling of the fireplace indicated the need to add a log, but neither of you wanted to move from your nestled position. Eventually one would have to, though, before the room grew cold.

"I like it when you read to me" Roy hummed, almost like he hadn't meant to say it out loud. But if you knew one thing about him, it's that he carried very little shame when it came to love. He would never intend to hide his thoughts when they came, and you admired that about him. Still, you couldn't help but look down in embarrassment.

Him and Jason had taught you to read some months after you joined them, when he passed you a map to find a town's name and you had to tell him you couldn't. Ever since, you worked often on your reading skills, leafing through whatever seemed interesting from Jason's library. But you weren't a natural, far from it.

"I can't even pronounce all the words correctly" You mumbled. "It must be hard to follow sometimes"

He gently pushed your chin up so he could look into your eyes again. It didn't matter for one second for him that you didn't have the diction of an erudit or the flow of a poet. All he wanted was to hear your voice and watch your eyebrows knit in concentration when you butted on a difficult word. He liked the little things so much better than the finished product.

"I think it sounds perfect"

The corner of your lips rose slightly at his praise as your heart skipped a few beats. Even after all the time you spent together, he always managed to find the right word to make you love him even more, if it was possible. His constant and unconditional support was your crutch, the thing you could rely on no matter what happened, the safe space in which you would never feel judged for what you couldn't do.

"You know" He began again when he noticed you had trouble believing what he said. You wanted to believe him, but deep inside he knew it was harder for you, and he understood all too well the feeling of not being enough. "I couldn't read either before I was taken in by my warden"

You tilted your head to the side, frowning slightly. You had never known.

"Took me years to get average at it. And you should have seen my writing-- Hell, you should see it now, it's catastrophic"

You couldn't help but giggle along as he laughed. It was contagious.

"It's the same with Jason--No wait, the brat actually taught himself how to read somehow" He blinked slowly, like he was still surprised by it. You weren't really, you knew Jason was even smarter than you were aware of. Than anyone was aware of. "But his writing was terrible until he got a proper tutor, that I know of for a fact"

"But his writing is so…" You trailed off, trying to find the right word. "Exquisite"

"Now who's pulling out the big words, uh?"

"Shut up" You laughed, lightly hitting his chest with the book. “Don’t mock me”

“I’m not!” He argued, giving you wide, innocent eyes. He looked too cute for his own sake. “I swear I’m not. You’re just adorable when you get all flustered”

“We better start gearing up now” You evaded the subject, clearing your throat. “Jason will be expecting us--”

“Just one more chapter” He interrupted softly, caressing your waist. “Please?”

You held his stare for a moment before you were convinced, and you nodded, a sheepish smile on your face. You opened the book to the page you had marked and found the paragraph you had stopped to.

“As he was sitting by the window, he couldn’t help but think about the ar-arrival of the spring, only a few weeks away if nature de...cided to be kind--”

“My Lord, my Lady”

You paused your reading and looked up. This time, it was Roy who looked the most annoyed of the two of you.

“It’s time”

You sighed and nodded, putting down the book on the table. Roy was clearly disappointed, but he helped you nevertheless get back on your feet, being careful not to pull on your bandages too much. You were healing well for your condition, you could now walk around and sit down without much help. Still, Roy and Jason didn’t like the idea of leaving you on your own for too long, just in case someone tried to come for you. You definitely couldn’t wield your axes just yet, so it made you an easy target even if you weren’t bed ridden anymore.

You walked out of the chamber beside Roy, him following your slower pace without complaint. You reached the other end of the hallways and entered another room with chests and racks, where your equipment was kept. You began putting on your suit, the one you had made when you rode beside the Red Hood, well before he was king. It was all black with a red pointed arch on the chest that imitated Jason’s sigil, which was outlined with a single silver following your collarbone. It rose up the back of your neck and was reinforced to protect your vitals.

“Could you help me pull it up, please?”

Roy nodded as he finished to lace his arm braces, stepping right behind you. He picked the stiff fabric and gently tugged it over your shoulder, brushing his fingers against your skin along the way. He was even more careful with your injured shoulder, making sure it wasn’t bent in any way to fit through the suit. He and Jason had advised against you wearing it, but you were stubborn and refused to show weakness in front of the enemy. Besides, it looked great on you. Roy then buttoned up the suit on your back and up your neck before giving you a kiss on the temple.

“Close your eyes, I’ve got a little something for you” He whispered in your eyes, and despite your initial confusion, you did as you were told and shut your eyes. You felt something being passed over your head and gently rest on your shoulders, then straps being adjusted on your sides. “You can open the now”

You did as he said and looked down as he gently directed you to the mirror on your left. He had placed a beautiful piece of equipment that paired well with the colors of your suit, lightweight and practical, that covered your shoulders front and back. You usually went without, but it was appropriate considering another arrow in the back would do you no good right now. And since you most probably wouldn’t be using your axes anyway, you could do without your full shoulder movements range.

“Where did you get this?” You asked as you trailed your finger on the skillfully crafted metal. There was no doubt it had been made for you by how it fit with both your body and suit. It must have cost a fortune.

“The blacksmith in town, the one living near the gates of the castle” He began. “His son was killed by the guild of thieves that lived uptown, the ones we wiped off right after the undertaking. He wanted to thank us somehow, and when he learned about what happened to you, he made this as a present”

“It’s… Very beautiful” You breathed out. “I’ll have to thank him later on. This must have taken so much time to make”

“But you deserve it” He said as he placed a light kiss on your jaw. “You deserve the best. And the best suits you”

“Thank you” You nodded, taking his hand. The leather of his archery glove was rough against your skin, but it had also become a comfort born from the endless days you spent training and hunting on the road. It was tied to some of your best memories with him, and it still amazed you how a simple touch could bring it all back vividly like that. “Come on, Jason must be waiting for us”

You went down to the court, where Jason was talking with the commander and some generals. Upon hearing your footsteps, he perked up and turned around, taking you specifically in. He smiled and nodded, heading for the three black steeds, groomed and in full armor, in the hands of the stable hands. You followed him and grabbed the reins of your mount, carefully climbing on its back and sitting in the saddle.

“Are we ready?” Jason asked.

“Of course” Roy replied first, then both of their eyes set on you.

“Let’s do this” You nodded firmly.

With a kick of your heels, you took off the court and onto the bridge, in the direction of the Wayne Kingdom.

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“Soooooo…” Roy trailed off. “Do you think he stood us up or..?”

You looked away from the horizon and to Roy, who was slouched over the pommel of the saddle while his horse was trying to dig for grass through the snow. “Maybe he’s trying to ambush us”

“I don’t think so” Jason mumbled, his eyes still set northwest. His back was straight with a hand resting on his hips, the other holding the reins tight. His horse was attentive, chewing on its bit in anticipation. “It wouldn’t be like him, not while we’re on this hill anyway”

You nodded as your fingers flexed around the reins, a bit bored and definitely not impressed by the opposite party being late to their own meeting. There was barely any wind over the field, and the thick cover of the cloud didn’t let the sun rays through. Still, smoke came out of the horses’ nostrils with every breath they let out.

“There they come”

You glanced forward again at Jason’s warning, seeing a small party of riders coming your way. They didn’t seem to be in a hurry, walking rather than trying to reach you at a trot. The closer they came, the better you could point out characteristics for each rider. The one at the front was wearing all black with a cape that fell over the pale gray horse he was riding. It was almost white, but the dark skin around its eyes and nose proved differently. The second rider was on a smaller chestnut horse, and was a child. You blinked a few times, but his youthful features were obvious. The two other riders some paces behind were an escort, soldiers with steel armors and banners from their kingdom.

After a long waiting for them to actually be at hearing range, they finally stopped a few meters ahead and assessed your party. Jason was visibly tense, but his blue eyes gave nothing out on how he was feeling about seeing his father in front of him after all this time. They stared at each other for long minutes before the piercing glance of Bruce Wayne set on you. You clenched your jaw, not backing down, until his eyes finally left you.

“Your… Friend seems to have healed quite well” The older king spoke first.

“Don’t act like you give a fuck” Jason sneered. “You were the one who made this coward attack on her happen in the first place”

“Watch your mouth, runt” The child on the side almost barked. “You’re speaking to a legitimate King, unlike you”

“And who the fuck might this goblin be?” Roy said before he could stop himself. While the child looked appalled, Roy was still very relaxed on his horse. He might have been the only one to be, even if you did want to laugh at the outburst.

“I am the blood son, the true heir to the throne” He replied with all his might, except it didn’t quite have the desired effect, since he was on a pony, for one. “You peasant will respect me, or--”

“Damian, please” Bruce interrupted firmly. “Now is not the time to settle this”

“But--”

“Why am I not surprised that you fathered a brat?” Jason leaned forward, feeling taunting for a moment. “Which one of your concubines had enough bad luck to get pregnant? Selina? Or was it Richard’s lover, whatever was her name? Or maybe Talia, oh memorable Talia--”

“Don’t speak of my mother that way” Damian pulled his sword out.

“So Talia it is” He smirked.

“We are here to negotiate peace, not fuel a war” Bruce replied sternly. “I can do much worse than an arrow in the shoulder of a loved one, you know it. So be careful what you’re advancing about my family”

“Then keep your son on a tighter leash” Jason said, his face returning to a serious expression. “I still haven’t made my mind about keeping peace, don’t give me reasons to leave this meeting before we can discuss it”

“I should be telling you this” He squinted his eyes slightly. “You have thrown over a stable ally of this kingdom and stole the crown, then taken prisoner the King of Blüdhaven without giving a follow up on his state. You are in no place to threaten a war, yet here you are”

Jason waited a few seconds, not letting his stare waver. Then, he sighed and whistled. The plains were silent, until the faint sound of hooves cantering on the crisp snow grew closer to your position. Soon enough, you were passed on your left by another rider, slowly walking around you and toward Bruce’s party. Dick had a neutral expression as he turned around, stopping at Bruce’s side.

“Here” Jason waved his hand dismissively. “Your golden son, unharmed albeit slightly vexed”

“You should still pay for a crime like this” Bruce said.

“It’s fine” Dick tried to appease the tensions. “I do not wish to further this conflict, I have done enough already as it is”

“Why didn’t you fight back, Richard?” Damian asked in a judging and accusatory tone. “This is a disgrace to our family, and a display of weakness--”

“I was trying to avoid a much worse escalation of this conflict by owning a diplomatic mistake I made in the first place” He bit back. “What would you even know of politics, spoiled child?”

Roy laughed, and the sound only seemed to anger Damian more. You were in the middle of a family conflict, and unlike him, you didn’t know this side of the family well. You didn’t really know how to act, so you observed what would go down rather than actively participate.

“I find the ginger man’s insolence unwelcomed in this matter” Damian said, trying to wash down the humiliation his brother had just handed to him. “He’s got nothing to do with it, and he’s got no title. He shouldn’t even be speaking”

“He speaks because I say he can” Jason defended Roy in a heartbeat, his tone strong and authoritative. “As far as I’m concerned, I’ve got a crown and you don’t, which puts me above you in status and therefore my wishes outweigh yours”

Your eyebrow rose slowly as your eyes met Roy’s, who had an equally stunned expression. Jason had never used his status against anyone like that. It even seemed to take Damian by surprise, which was, with what you had learned about him in the last minutes, a hard feat to accomplish. If you were honest with yourself, while you loved Jason as a humble king, you were curious about the other side of him, even if he would show it in private.

“Your crown was stolen” Bruce reassessed. “The Kingdoms surrounding yours have decided this gesture would not stand. I wished a peaceful surrender from you, but it doesn’t seem like I will convince you to do so. You have three days to abdicate, until the next full moon, or your kingdom will be taken back by force”

“You think this is wise?” You finally spoke up on instinct, and all eyes turned to you, looking at you with surprise. You weren’t about to let those threats stand, especially not from Bruce. “Ever since King Jason came into power, he wiped out a guild that stole from families and murdered good people. Our kingdom is the safest for miles around, so much we get waves of new settlers even in winter. He lowered taxes on the population so much that most towns in the country have become flourishing trade posts in the span of a year, and instead taxed the nobility and cut on useless balls and dinners. Nobody starved last winter, and nobody is starving this one. Do you think the word didn’t get out to the other countries around? People are starting to want this for themselves too, and you think putting them through a devastating war will make things better? It will only make them resent you, those who didn’t already. We have people in every castle you know of who are ready to turn against you the second they get wind of aggression--”

“Bullshit” Damian called.

“Are you ready to take the risk?” You raised an eyebrow at him, before returning your glance to Bruce, who betrayed no emotion. “You will lose this war if you start it. You should consider your people before you send them to slaughter”

Silence fell over the hill for a moment.

“... What she said” Roy grinned, breaking the silence.

Bruce looked at Jason for a reaction, or most likely, some sort of opposition to what you had just said. Instead, he only readjusted his reins and straightened his back. “You heard right,” He said, not wavering. “You have three days, until the next moon, to annulate the warrants and back down. Think about your people, Bruce. Make the right decision”

With that mocking reprise of his father’s previous words, he turned his horse around and left him dumbfounded. With one last glance to their party, you followed Jason, trotting, then cantering away and back into your borders. Once you passed your soldiers’ road control, you slowed down to a walk.

“Huh” Roy exhaled as he leaned forward to glance at you over Jason’s horse between you two. “I didn’t know we had spies in other kingdoms”

“Now that I think about it,” Jason blinked a few times, his brows slightly furrowed. “Neither did I”

You shrugged. “Maybe we have them. That would be neat”

You saw confusion, then astonishment flash in their eyes like their reactions were synchronized.

“Wait, did you just--”

“Did you fucking lie to Bruce in his face?” Roy cut off, almost yelling. Then, he laughed. “In his face?”

“By the time he realizes, no, if he even realizes I bluffed, we’ll have a solid plan to ward him off, no matter what he does” You explained. “We win”

“How did you manage to convince him?” Jason had an innocent incomprehension written all over his features, like a child in front of a magic trick. He was adorable. “You had me convinced”

“Oh, boys” You grinned. “You think women survive this long in the world without becoming excellent liars? How do you think I managed to infiltrate the staff for a week before we invaded the castle?”

“By… Um” Roy trailed off. “Cleaning well?”

You laughed. “People had questions, my dear. I had to build myself a credible life to feed them, so I wasn’t thrown out of the castle instantly. Lying to the enemy is a skill I learned to cultivate a long time ago”

“You’re awesome, you know that?” He sighed, a loopy smile on his face. Jason still had a starstruck expression on his face, his eyes sparkling with admiration.

“Wouldn’t hurt to hear it again, I must admit” You teased back, jutting your chin up. “But there is one thing that would be better… Last one in the bedroom owes the first one a shoulder massage”

You didn’t wait for them to register your words before kicking your horse to a gallop, no doubt closely followed by them.

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The dancing light of the candles of the chandelier left a soft glow on your naked skin, moving around and spreading warmth as it crawled up and down your body. You were sitting upright as hands moved gently on your shoulders, careful to avoid the sensitive area of your still healing wound. In your laps was Jason’s head, your hands threading slowly in his black hair as his eyes were shut close. He wasn’t sleeping, his breathing made his chest rise too fast for him to be. But he was relaxed, his neck muscles were untensed on your legs and there were no harsh lines on his face.

You looked behind you when Roy’s hand stopped massaging, pulling your hair to the side and kissing the back of your neck.

“You really gotta get a faster horse” Your lips curved upwards. “You’re always losing these races”

“I think my horse’s speed is just fine” He whispered back. “Besides, you are both right where I want you to be”

Jason smirked. “Losing is always suddenly part of someone’s plan when they never win”

“Laugh all you want” He sighed, dramatically laying down on his side beside you, then leaning forward close to Jason’s ear. “We all know I end up winning anyway when you beg my name like a prayer, My King”

You could feel the shiver travel up his spine on your laps, as well as the sudden shift in the tension in his muscles. You played along and let your hand slightly pull his hair, which surprised a moan out of him. His eyes opened wide, the blue of his irises being quickly consummated by the black of his pupils. Then, his glance set on Roy, something hard to read beside the promising spark in it.

“Are you sure you’re ready for a, what, fourth go at it today?” He raised an eyebrow as his hand brushed his cheek. “I didn’t think you jaw recovered from earlier”

You laughed airily as Roy grinned mischievously. “Maybe you can take that voice when you put that brat child in its place” You suggested as you trailed up your hand up Jason’s bare chest. “I’m sure he would be happy to get back on his knees if you did”

Roy groaned at the suggestion, already imagining the whole scene behind his fluttering eyelids. However, Jason didn’t quite follow up on his reaction. “Don’t tempt me with…” He trailed off, then noticed the mood change. “Hey, is there something wrong?”

Jason blinked, then shook his head and gave a smile that didn't quite reach his eyes. “I’m fine” He muttered, leaning forward to place a soft kiss on Roy’s lips.

“No, something’s bothering you” He insisted gently. “What is it, Jay?”

Jason sighed, shaking his head. “It’s nothing” He replied, looking up to the ceiling. “Don’t worry about it”

“It’s clearly not nothing” You said as your hands threaded softly in his hair. “What’s eating at you?”

A silence followed your words. It was like Jason was searching for the right words, like he wanted to say it so bad but something else was holding him back. You were patient, however, and you didn’t mind that he took his time to tell you. You knew he would talk when he’s ready.

“It’s what Bruce said” Roy beat him to it, speaking barely over a whisper. “Isn’t it?”

You looked in between the two men, noticing how Jason did not deny Roy’s words. It was like they were having a silent conversation for a few seconds, before Roy put a comforting hand on his shoulder.

“It’s how he didn’t see him as part of his family anymore” Roy spoke up, addressing you this time. “How Bruce didn’t seem to have any regret about replacing him in any way possible”

“Even after all this time” Jason gulped. “He won’t even stop reminding me he didn't care”

“Oh, my love” You reached for his hand and grabbed it, intertwining your fingers with his and giving it a squeeze. “He doesn’t deserve you beating yourself up about him like that. You’re worth so much more than anything he could even give you”

“She’s right,” Roy nodded. “We’re your family now, not him. Not him ever again. And I promise you we’ll never betray you that way, we’ll never set you aside. You’re our lover, you’re our King, you’re the most important person for us, and we would do anything for you”

You could see the crystal gleam of tears pooling in his eyes before he blinked them away, resisting the urge to break down. Jason had not often known true affection until he met Roy, then you. He felt like he didn’t deserve either of you, and sometimes he wondered why exactly you decided everyday to stay by his side. But you did stay, you did support him and guided him when he needed it. He wouldn’t have been anywhere near where he was right now without you.

“You’re both so good to me” He whispered, adoration clear in his voice as he glanced at you, then Roy. “What would I do without you?”

“You’d be wonderful either way” You smiled as you slipped beside him, careful not to pull on your bandages. Soon enough, Roy joined him on the other side, snuggling into him. “You’d miss on major cuddling, however”

His chest rose in a silent chuckle as he pulled you and Roy just a little bit closer. “Give yourselves more credit, I’d crash and burn without you both by my side”

“Let’s not bother with what ifs, yeah?” Roy replied, his lips curved upward as he kissed his shoulder. “It only matters that you’re here with us today, and that you are a damn good King. The rest doesn’t matter”

“The rest doesn’t matter” Jason repeated in a mutter, nodding lightly. “Only you. Only us”

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solipseismic · 4 years ago

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heads up seven up!

thank u @storyhole for the tag !!! rules r to post the last seven lines of whatever u wrote :) i’m putting seven from demon city and seven from bullSHIT (unnamed space opera ... something) because i haven’t done any of the tag games (that i should b doing) in a Long time jsdjfjjd

from dc:

“Yeah. Nick said you’re the best coach around.”

Well. That was nice. Ira tapped her knee again, a two-step staccato in uncertainty. “I give him Eggos. He’s biased.”

“You’re the only one our unrealistically high expectations somewhat match,” Esther said, mouth twisted into a sardonic half-smile, half-frown.

from bullSHIT:

“Right. My squad.” Blue ran a hand over his hair. The Commander had been staring at it for the past five minutes, something slightly awed and horrified brewing in his gaze. “Dyed it just last night,” Blue said cheerfully, catching the Commander’s gaze with an obnoxious wink. And it had taken him hours. “This way you’ll never have trouble finding me, yeah?”

tagging anyone who sees this and wants to do it!!! really. everyone :)) pls

#demon city #bullshit #sepehr fainn #nick ruiz-king #esther tristan #ira neda roshani #heads up seven up #tag games #solipsismisillegible

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decembercamiecherries · 5 years ago

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Thanksgiving Killugon one-shot? Pleaseeee DC pleasseee. For meh? 😢❤️

Lol, sure anon XD

I don’t think I’ve shared this with you guys yet, but this was something I wrote for xcoruscaminex a while back. It was supposed to go into Graffiti, but it never fit into the fic nicely, so.......here we are XD hope you like it! Pls excuse any poor grammar on my part haha

-o0o-

They were on the floor because they hadn’t made it to the bed in time.

And that wasn’t exactly a bad thing, per say. Killua could hardly complain much when Gon’s mouth was pressing hard and insistently against his own, those warm and calloused hands gripping at Killua’s hips while their chests pressed together—

Killua really shouldn’t complain. He was getting as much enjoyment out of this little make out session as Gon was, if that deep-throated hum of pleasure by Gon was anything to go by.

But the floor was hard—and cold—and even though Killua loved the way Gon’s tongue and lips worked eagerly with Killua’s…

He also really hated being on the floor.

“What’s wrong?” Gon mumbled against Killua’s mouth, barely pulling back enough to get the words out.

“I-I, uh—” Killua’s stammering response was cut off by Gon himself before it could even begin.

Gon kissed him deeply, eyes screwed shut and brows pulled together. It was intense enough to make Killua’s back arch off the floor and curve against Gon’s body as it bore down on top of his. The lack of oxygen made Killua dizzy and small sparks of electricity come to life under his skin. When Gon finally lifted away, Killua gasped to suck in large breaths. The room spun around him, and the only thing that stayed in focus was the smug smirk on Gon’s lips, the gold glint of his eyes.

“What was that, Killua?” he asked, sounding like he was trying hard not to laugh.

Killua was still having a hard time catching his breath. “You bastard,” he panted and Gon’s grin widened.

“Maybe, but you like it though.” He leaned back down to place a much gentler kiss at the curve of Killua’s jaw. Killua’s heart stuttered as Gon’s lips pressed against his skin and Killua had to bite his lips to keep himself from whining.

It was so unfair how weak his body was to every little thing Gon did to him.

“Sh-Shut up,” he said, his protest feeble to even his own ears, and Gon snickered in his ear. “I was trying to tell you something, stupid.”

“Yeah, but you looked so pretty I just had to kiss you instead!” Gon’s face reappeared above Killua’s and Killua blinked at the close proximity. “You didn’t seem to mind it too much. You kissed me back after all.”

A wave of heat rushed to Killua’s already flushed cheeks. He scowled through his blush, starting to get irritated despite the pulsing desire to drag Gon back down and let their mouths clash again and again and again—

“I was trying to tell you that if you want to keep this up—”

“I do,” Gon said immediately.

“—then we should move to someplace more comfortable,” Killua pointedly finished as he glared up at his idiotic boyfriend. “I won’t let you kiss me if we stay on the floor!”

Gon cocked his head to the side, frowning. He gently brushed Killua’s tousled bangs out of his face, saying as he did so, “That wouldn’t be good. I really like kissing you.”

“I know that,” Killua hissed. Gon never failed to tell him that, among many other endlessly embarrassing things. The fact that they were locked away in Gon’s bedroom at the Hunter’s headquarters didn’t make it any less mortifying, though. “But I’m telling you right now that won’t continue once my limbs and back get sore!”

Gon’s frown deepened at the corners. He was off Killua in an instant, the chilly air replacing the warm pressure of his body, and that alone was enough to make Killua reconsider what he’d just said.

He didn’t have long to mull it over, though. Because a second later Gon’s muscular arms were curling under his back and knees. Killua inhaled sharply as he was scooped off the floor and failed for a moment before tightly wrapping his arms around Gon’s neck.

Gon’s deep chuckle caused his chest to vibrate, and Killua felt it all the way to his core.

“You’re so funny, Killua. You’re an heir to a Mafia family but you gasp when I lift you into the air.”

“That’s ex-heir, idiot. And you’re one to talk!” Killua retorted as Gon began to carry him over to Gon’s poorly-made bed. “You whine like there’s no tomorrow whenever I say I’m sleeping in Alluka’s room instead of yours!”

“That’s not a good comparison at all,” Gon said, scrunching up his nose. It took all of Killua’s willpower not to kiss him again, to smooth out that ridiculous expression on his freckled face.

“Oh, yeah?” he forced himself to ask. “Why’s that?”

“I sleep better when you’re with me!” Gon said honestly. Killua’s jaw dropped at the sincere confession, butterflies coming to life in his stomach.

He opened his mouth to say something, but he yelped instead when Gon abruptly dropped him onto the mattress. He bounced a bit at the force and then Gon was crawling on the sheets to hover over him, mimicking their positions on the floor.

“You’re so dumb,” Killua said breathlessly as Gon made his way over. “You’re a Hunter, you shouldn’t need me for something as simple as sleep.”

Gon cupped Killua’s jaw with one hand. His gold eyes traced over Killua’s features before drifting down to settle on Killua’s parted lips.

“Maybe I shouldn’t,” he said absent-mindedly while something hot and yearning twisted inside Killua’s gut. Now that they were off the floor, Killua wanted Gon like he needed air to breathe— “But that’s the problem with you, Killua: I can’t help but be weak around you.”

He captured Killua’s mouth in another searing kiss before Killua could even think to respond. Gon was even more desperate now than he was when they’d been on the floor, fingers inching under Killua’s shirt to drag his nails along Killua’s ribs and his kisses turning so fierce that Killua was soon out of breath again.

That was okay, though. Killua was fine with not being able to breathe if it meant Gon was the one stealing it from him.

#requests #dc writes #killugon #hunterxhunter #killua zoldyck #gon freecss #Graffiti #Graffiti scratch paper #answered

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zerotexas1975 · 6 years ago

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and then it rained bullets (smut);

↳ pairing: mafia heirs!jin x deadshot!reader

↳ genre: DC au | mafia au | angst | fluff? | smut

↳ word count: 2,857

↳ warnings: cursing, violence, blood, semi-public sex, unprotected sex (surprise surprise), dirty talk but like just a little, character death.

↳ prompt: “the world’s best marksman prepares to kill the world’s luckiest man.”

“Someone told me you never missed a shot,” he eyed you up and down, and your tongue swirled inside your mouth in disgust. “You are not going to disappoint me, are you?”

“As long as you are paying,” you shrugged.

He laughed humorously, “you really are my daughter, huh?”

You ignored him, sighing impatiently. “What is the name?”

“Kim Seokjin,” you frowned, relieved that you decided to come with your uniform - the mask that covered your face hiding your reaction from his attentive gaze, however he noticed how you nervously transferred the weight from one foot to the other. “You probably heard it before, he is the eldest son of seven from Kim Seung-gi and is already causing me problems, I need him out.”

“Do you want me to kill someone from Bangtan?” you scoffed, “did the disease reached your brain already?”

His eyes widened and the sight of him being taken aback by something you said made your stomach flutter pleasantly. “H-how do you know that I’m sick?”

“Does it matter?” you cocked one brow at him even if he couldn’t see it - he could hear the tone of your voice and glared at you.

“No, not really,” he cleared his throat, straightening his posture. “What is important right now is why you don’t want to do this.”

The hold on the gun in your hand tightened when he stepped closer, eyeing you with tight lips.

He doesn’t trust you.

Not that he should or have any reasons to, anyway.

“What is it?” he continued when you took too long to answer. “Do you fear them?” you rolled your eyes at that. “I thought you were braver.”

“This has nothing to do with being brave or not,” you lift your chin, “I’m just not stupid. Everyone knows better than to get in their wrong side.”

“I thought you knew better than getting on my wrong side,” he crossed his arms in front of his chest and you swallowed the urge to bow your head how you used to do when you were younger and he looked at you like this. “I’m not asking you to do it Deadshot, you owe me.”

“For what?” you laughed loudly and he winced at the sound. “Every debt I had with you was fairly paid, don’t you dare say I owe you something.”

“Fairly?” his eyebrows raised in disbelief, “and what about your brother?”

“Don’t talk about him,” anger dripped from your voice, finger pointing at his chest.

He looked at you like you were some child throwing a tantrum, the disapproval written all over his face, his patience always too thin when you were the one involved.

“And do you think you have the right to?” his voice darkened and he reaches to grab you by the arm. “You killed him.”

You jerk away from his touch, a shiver running down your spine. Your lips starts quivering so you bite them hard, feeling the characteristic taste of blood in your mouth. You feel like crying but there’s no way you are doing that in front of him after so long of not seeing each other, but you still snaps. “And whose fault was that?”

“Not mine,” he leaned forward, “it was not my fault you could barely hold a gun back then.” His eyes lit suddenly, a devious grin stretching the corner of his lips, “is that the reason you are backing out? You are scared you will miss it, aren’t you?”

You scowled, posture tense before you smile behind the mask, tilting your head to the side while he dares you to avert your gaze. You don’t.

“When?”

He watched you in surprise, twisting around when you didn’t say anything else and resting his hip on his desk. “I’ll let you know,” he motioned, grabbing a piece of paper. You wonder what is he thinking about when you see his hands trembling - anguish building up when you realize it’s probably about your brother, the one he always favored. “Now leave, I have things to do.”

You nodded, still finding it all suspicious.

You had your hand stuck in the door handle after you turned to leave when your voice danced sweetly throughout the office, reaching his ears to boil his blood. “You are going to root in hell, you know that, right?”

He dismisses you with a wave of his hand, eyes glued on the papers in front of him to hide how he actually felt about what you said and how you sounded when you did so. “See you there, dear.”

“Kim Seokjin, prince of the mafia, making out with his girlfriend in some dirty alley,” you said teasingly, one of your legs hooked on his hips, skirt long way gone while he pressed himself against your center. “Are you out of your mind?”

“Do you have your gun with you?” he asked breathless, his hand moving inside your shirt to cup one of your breast, your nipple in between his index finger and thumb.

Your legs trembled weak, a pleasant sigh leaving your mouth when you replied with your voice low that you always have it with you.

“Then I’m not worried,” his lips touched yours with every word and you nodded, hands tugging on his white dress shirt before you whined his name, the taste of his smile in your mouth as he asks. “What?”

“Can’t wait any longer,” you managed to say.

“Then I won’t make you wait, love,” he whispered, finally attaching his lips to yours. He nibbles and suck at your bottom lip, the silent promise that he is going to leave marks behind so you have something of him you can actually have around without raising suspicions - while you were obviously far from being worried, too concentrated in the way you moved to grind against him, to listen to his hiss when he felt your wetness passing through the thin fabric of your panties.

You pull apart to take them off, a single string connecting you with it before you end sliding it off of your body, the sight making his head spin with lust, voice heavy. “You are such a slut, aren’t you?” he asked, pinching your nipple harder. “Doing things like this so you can have my dick inside of you.”

You whimper, fingers working fast at his belt, and his head falls back when you reach inside his boxers to stroke his throbbing member; you swirl a finger around the wet tip and rest your forehead on his chest to look down at him.

“Don’t drool,” he said playfully and you rolled your eyes, tightening your hold on him carefully to start pumping him, making Jin suck in his breath.

You slipped your hand out to eye him with false innocence and he scowled at you at your sudden move. “I want some too,” you said simply.

“Love,” he breathed while fisting your hair on his hand, “don’t be a tease.”

“Then help me here, please,” you begged, holding his free hand and guiding him to your dripping cunt that almost aches without contact, seeking relief.

“We don’t have time for that, c’me here,” he forces you to tilt your head to the side and kisses your neck softly before turning you around. He breathed behind your ear, warm tongue dancing against your skin, the tip of his cock pushing inside your wet folds. The side of your eyes prickles with tears, and you sob when you feel him stretching you out, wishing you actually had the time.

“Seokjin, please,” you cried, clenching around him.

“God, you feel so fucking good around me, I missed this.” He let go of your hand and breast to get a tight hold at your hips, giving you a moment to adjust before starting to pound into you again, pulling out all of his cock and slamming back slowly. It felt good at first.

But then it was just torture. So you begged for more, you wanted him to go faster.

Your moans fueled him to go harder, deeper, and his own grunts right into your ear makes you even more desperate for him. He leans over, reaching his hand to your clit, brushing his fingertips lightly before you are arching your back to feel him closer. “M-more,”

“You like it rough, baby?” He asked, aware that he found the right pace when you moaned louder to reply.

Jin increased the pressure, transfixed with the sight of you in front of him before you warned, “I’m gonna cum, Jin, pl-“

With your cheek pressed against the cold brick wall and a frown adorning your face, you miss his own expression after he stopped moving suddenly, backing away from you. The cold air tickles your exposed body and you shiver, opening your mouth to complain - but his swollen lips and hazy eyes at view when he turns you swiftly to face him again didn’t let you, a kiss in your forehead to make your expression soft in front of his short but sweet revenge.

“If you are going to cum,” he started, hands gripping underneath your knees, pulling them up and hitching them around his waist - you wrap your arms around his neck in surprise, “then you’ll do it looking me in the eyes.” And he thrusts himself inside of you all the way, making you gasp against his mouth.

He rocks both of your bodies on the wall, warmth flooding your abdomen. You clench around him, vision blurred, his name chanted in between your moans - trying to keep your eyes open when he held your jaw to force you to look at him, “You do as you are told, Y/N,” so you come undone with him still inside of you moving in a rapid pace.

His thrusts become more sloppy, and you know he was close to cum too. You pulled at his hair, sprawling kisses on his neck weakly.

“Fuck, Y/N,” he leaned his head, hiding his face on your neck, moving against you one final time before releasing himself inside of you; dick pulsing pleasantly on your sensitive walls filled with him.

Jin’s body held yours against the wall after a while when he removed himself from you slowly - with a broken sigh at the sensation. He then step back so you can keep on your feets, but close enough for you to hold onto him.

He helps you with your skirt when he finds it, not too far from your feets, adjusting it on your hips after caressing your bruises - the new and not so old ones, with his thumb.

“This is gone,” he showed you your panties later, then made it disappear inside of his pocket after he pulled his pants up, making you laugh quietly.

“My father already hate you so much, if he knew about it,” you started without really thinking. But your father? He would actually love it.

Jin wrinkled his nose and you smiled apologetic for ruining the mood.

Is just that you can’t help it, it’s good while it’s good, but then is just hard to not to think about what you have to do. “I’m just saying-”

“What are you saying, Y/N? That he would hire a marksman to shoot me or something? He can’t be that bad,” he scoffed but you frowned nervously, playing with the buttons of his shirt.

He is not your dad’s biggest fan either. Even without any idea of who he is - he heard you complaining enough times to make his decision. If you hate your dad, then he hates your dad.

Jin lean over you now to kiss your nose affectionately, then the corner of your lips - holding your hand between his, misreading your worry since he doesn’t know the story behind your relationship with your dad.

“I hope he never find about us,” you say, biting your lips for lying on his face.

“You know I love you, right?” he asked softly and you nodded your head, but refused to look him in the eyes or to say it back. Coward. “Believe me when I tell you not to worry love, I can protect myself. And if he finds out,” he left the sentence to die with a shrug. “Besides, my girlfriend is a badass who knows how to use a gun, you should know better than me. I’m lucky!” he nudge you.

Naive Jin - you muse, head resting on the window glass from the car you found yourself in after saying goodbye, with the pay driver he hired especially to help you with your escapades to see him - you can’t protect yourself from someone who never missed a shot.

You walk into the roof carrying your AR-15, the red and gold customized magazine glittering under the sunlight that shine with no mercy at the top of your head.

Sitting at the edge of the building, you watch your surroundings and spot three of your dads men two floors above you with their guns in hand, the glassy abandoned building in front of yours making a poor job of hiding them though you know they don’t really mind that - eyes trained to where they were supposed to be.

You have your attention back at the street below you when a shining black elmiraj turns the corner and parks at the exact spot you asked Jin to; the young man in question leaving in his expensive blue navy suit, looking around and searching for you.

His bodyguards are out of your vision reach, but you know they are there somewhere near him, ready to give their life in order to protect the next in line to rule what is now Bangtan’s underworld.

“What is taking you so long?” your dad’s voice rings through the earpiece.

You sigh exasperated, sliding your phone out of your pocket, “where is my money?”

He stays quiet on the other side and you look at Jin who started to pace around impatiently, the click of your tongue disappearing behind the chaotic city’s life while you glance at the bank app and asks. “So?”

“I just sent it,” he sounded unpleasant and your phone buzzed in your hand not long after, the number of your bank account increased to millions, “now do it.”

“But I think it would look prettier with more numbers,” you pouted, shoving the device in your belt.

“Deadshot, kill him!” he growled and you rolled your eyes.

“Alright, alright” you said in a mocking tone, aiming at your target before pulling the trigger.

The loud shot thunder throughout the city, hitting the pipe right next to Seokjin’s head.

And the bastard didn’t even flinch.

“Oh!” you whispered softly.

“What?”

“I missed it.”

“Your fuck-“ you dropped the earpiece and took off your mask so Jin could look up at you, see you, and you are rewarded with a pretty side smile adorning his face.

You wave cutely at him, watching as he motion with his hand. “I’ll call you!” He mouthed while being dragged inside the armoured car by three security guards - and from the distance you even had the chance to hear one of them calling Seokjin out for doing something this stupid, wondering how he convinced them to do that.

That’s your stupid right there.

You hear the sound of breaking glass before the shot, ducking at the concrete floor suddenly when a bullet grazes your shoulder.

You miss his handsome face already.

Putting the earpiece back, you can faintly hear your dad’s curses and commends; “Hey!” you waited for his attention after you called, crawling to the other edge of the roof that would give you better coverage, and when he curses directly at you, you continue, “you know how many bullets someone can take before they die?”

“I don’t c-“

“A lot,” you smile, patting the two holsters at the small of your back and taking one of your full-auto Glock 18 with you. Blood was dripping down from your wound and staining your uniform but you had to ignore how your arm hurt while reaching your hand out, eyes glued at the mirrored door of the stairs that took you to the roof. You shoot at the one man who had his guard down, speaker in hand - probably talking with his boss. “A lot,” you repeated.

You have no time to watch his limp body falling with the shattered window glasses because you have to crouch down again and protect yourself, but you do hear the scream of a civilian in the distance when it hits the ground; you take the opportunity though to shoot several times - more than necessary - at the two remaining guys who looked in the direction of the high pitched sound before looking at you in surprise when they spotted you. Fucking idiots, you muse.

Your dad called your name, for the first time in years, and you take the hair out of your face in annoyance. You hush him, heart beating erratically inside of your chest and breathing unsteady.

“You mention Kim Seokjin’s name again and that will be you,” and the line went out.

A/N: this was inspired by the DC universe and the suicide squad movie - the title was taken from a deadshot comic book. That’s it! Please leave feedback! 🙆🏽‍♀️ | masterlist (I’ll add links later since tumblr broke them!)

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spencerreidreads · 6 years ago

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Temporary (Spencer Reid x Reader)

request: pls do an imagine on spence comforting his wife the reader from a breakdown after an accident with their BAU jobs resulting in a miscarriage and them just comforting eachother at the end

a/n: again idk if I like this but oh well

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Life was chaotic these days, great but chaotic. You got married to the love of your life and coworker, Spencer Reid just a few months ago and you worked for the BAU. You rolled over in your bed to greet your messy haired husband before the alarm had the chance to ruin your morning,”Good morning handsome.”

He smiled and rolled to face you, pulling you closer, kissing your lips briefly before hopping out of bed to start getting ready for the day. You on the other hand had already been up for hours. Something had been keeping you up, you were late for your period.

“Spence I’m going to run into the office early, I’ll meet you there okay?” You called into the bathroom hearing him mumble and okay through him brushing his teeth.

Truth was that you hated lying to him, but you didn’t know how you felt about the whole situation. You had talked about having kids with him and the whole thing would be great, but you also didn’t want to get his hopes up if it was a fluke. So here you were walking into the local drugstore to purchase a pregnancy test, and make your way to the BAU.

You immediately regretted your decision not to take the pregnancy test at the drugstore once you got to the BAU once you ran into Penelope the second you opened the doors to the bullpen.

“Good morning sunshine you’re here early! Where’s your other half?” She started talking your ear off much too early for your liking.

“Pen I’m not in the mood,”you said pretty harshly, which you immediately regretted using that tone.

“I’m sorry I’m just having a weird morning, can I talk to you?” You pulled her to your desk and she pulled up and extra chair.

“What’s up? You know you can tell me anything Y/N...” she said placing a hand on your knee.

“I think I’m pregnant,” you pulled out the test from your purse,”and I haven’t said a word to Spencer.”

“Oh my god GO go to the bathroom!” Penelope ran with you towards the bathroom and talked you through the whole process including the three minutes you had to wait after you peed.

“Sooo what does it say?” Penelope asked once the timer went off.

“Well I guess I’m pregnant,” you smiled.

Penelope started crying,”you’re going to be a mom!”

“You can’t tell anyone Pen! I’m going to be the one to share okay?”

“Okay okay I promise.”

—

You were all sat in the briefing room and you couldn’t stop thinking about your pregnancy, but unfortunately for you, you had to because there was a case.

A man was kidnapping women, torturing them, killing them with a single bullet then disposing their bodies in very public parts of DC, resulting the BAU getting called in on the case.

“They all look a lot like you Y/N,” Derek said shocked, talking about the victims.

“Yeah they do...” Spencer zoned out, staring at the board.

By the end of the day you and your team had a profile, and any idea of you going undercover was knocked off the table within seconds due to the unsub’s cunning alpha male profile. He wasn’t going to fall for anything, he was smart, but at least you had an address.

“Y/N, Reid, Morgan I want you to take the back entrance. JJ, Prentiss, Rossi and I will take the front,” Hotch ordered.

You were the last one in the building behind Spencer and Derek making sure that everywhere was clear, but the one place you didn’t look was behind the door, because the next thing you knew the unsub had a gun pointed at your head.

“Drop your gun!”

“Spencer!” You cried, dropping your gun on the ground like you were told.

“Lucas put your weapon down, you don’t have to do this...” Spencer tried to reason with the man.

“She’s a whore just like the rest of them!” He pulled your hair roughly and you felt a sharp pain in your lower abdomen. You had never been so afraid in your life. This guy had been targeting women that looked like you and now you were in his hands. You felt blood on your pants.

“Y/N you’re bleeding!” Derek pointed out noticing the growing patch of blood near your crotch.

The unsub got distracted at the commotion that he didn’t cause and Spencer took his shot and shot him in the shoulder.

“What did he do to you?!” Spencer cried running over to you checking you for any signs of a stab wound.

“It’s okay Spence I’m just having a mis-miscarriage,” you cried.

“A miscarriage? You were pregnant?”

A medic had arrived to take you away and Spencer knew better than to keep questioning you, so he did what a good husband would do and just stayed by your side.

A few hours later you were in the hospital and the doctor came into the room to inform you guys that because of the high stress situation you had a miscarriage and if you wanted to in a few months you could try again. But you weren’t even trying in the first place.

So you just broke down crying, your job caused you to have a miscarriage. Spencer sat there rubbing your back and stroking your hair for what felt like hours. Spencer even cried, but he didn’t want you to see him cry.

“Y/N,” he lifted your chin so that he was looking into your eyes, “I love you and this wasn’t your fault.”

“What if I have to quit my job because it’s too stressful for us to get pregnant?” You started crying again.

“You do whatever you want to do and I’ll support it because I love you okay? And you don’t have to decide anything right now. You’re going through a lot.” Spencer smiled.

“Why are you so perfect?” You laughed through your tears.

“I’m so not, I just love you a lot.”

#criminal minds #spencer reid #criminal minds fanfiction #spencer reid x reader #criminal minds imagine #reader insert criminal minds #reader insert spencer reid #reid x reader #spencer reid imagine #derek morgan

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monoshii-wasu · 6 years ago

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They notice you (batfam x reader)

Au : You’re a doll/figurine and you were sent to one of the batfam to become their helper. Dick was the one that sent you to one of the batfam as a gift but doesn’t know that you’re alive by a certain time of day. (If it sounds confusing, then you can comment me what I need to explain more on)

Warnings : Batfam or the DC universe do not belong to me. They belong to their respective creators. Other than that, none

what’s happening so far? : You are wide awake and they are now fully going to either accept you or leave you.

Bruce :

You blink once, twice, thrice

“Umm. Sir, can you let me go please?”

Bruce accidently dropped you out of shock

Titus catches you just in time!

Bruce asked, “Oh my goodness! Are you okay!?”

He picks you up

your in the palm of his hand

“You’re so smol,” Bruce thinks to himself

Bruce asked, “What are you?”

you dust yourself off

“I’m a Pastiche Doll by the CrystalPaint company.” You say

You check yourself to make sure you didn’t break anything

you sigh in relief

you didn’t break anything

Bruce placed you on his desk so you could be able to sorta be on his level

(He sorta had to kneel down so you could talk eye to eye)

Bruce apologized, “I’m sorry for dropping you. I didn’t expect for you to talk. My name is Bruce Wayne. I assume your name is Pastiche?”

You smiled as you explained, “It’s an honor meeting you Mr. Wayne. You don’t have to call me Pastiche. You could call me whatever name you want to call me. As long as it’s appropriate

Tim :

You are upset at this boy for not cleaning his room

when was the last time you ate?

“Time to get up! It’s already morning and it looks like a nice day as well!

Tim is blinking

Tim says “I must be drea-”

You hit him with a book

“Oh I’m very real buddy!”

Tim shouts, “Who are you by the way!?”

He inspects you

You sigh in annoyance

“This isn’t what I expect our introduction to look like,” You sigh

you explained, “I am a pastiche doll sent by the CrystalPaint company where your doll does your chores yada yada.”

You never liked long introductions

Tim just scratches his cheek

Tim says, “Ah uh the honor is all mine.”

You clap your hands happily

“Good!”

Your face darkens with an evil grin

“Now let’s talk about manners and taking care of oneself”

You ended up scolding him for an hour and 20 minutes

Tim thought “They remind me of Alfred.”

You place your hands on your hip as you declared, “Okay! Now that’s done, I’ll go cook you something to eat.”

You start to leave the room as Tim follows you behind

Tim asked, “You sure? I mean, you’re so small. Would you even be able to hold a knife?”

You smiled mischievously as you placed a finger on your lips

“Don’t judge a book by it’s cover ‘master’~”

Jason :

Something pokes your cheek

You groan, “Mehhh five more minutes”

another poke

you open one of your eyelids and see Jason looking at your

you are now a blushing mess while you quickly hide behind Pup pup

“Uh I didn’t mean to scare you,” Jason tries to comfort you

you cover your face with your hands

you slept on the job!

you gather up your courage and you’re now in front of Jason

You started to stuttered, “Uh um H. Hello. My uh.”

you are flushed while trying to say the word ‘master’

“It’s okay. Take all the time you need doll.” Jason reassured you

You calmed down a bit as you say, “I am a pastiche doll by the CrystalPaint Company. It’s an honor meeting you!”

You bow

You’re excited that you didn’t messed it up!

Jason laughs at your enthusiasm

Jason says, “Cool. It’s nice meeting you as well (y/n).”

Your eyes widen in amazement

“Um! Is (y/n) my name?”

Jason asked, “Yeah. I guess you don’t remember being pl-”

Jason drops the fact that he was playing with Bizzaro with you when you were sleeping.

He is mentally embarrassed that he, a grown man, was playing with a doll/figurine

“I uh mean yeah! It’s your name. You don’t like it?” questioned Jason

Your eyes are filled with stars as you yelled, “No! I love it!”

Jason just grins as he thinks to himself, “They’re so cute.”

Damian :

You are against the wall with one knife over your head, one next to your leg, another in between your legs

You are shaking in fear

Damian has his sword by his side

Who in the world sleeps with their sword!?

Apparently this boy does

Damian threatened, “Give me one reason you aren’t a spy sent by Grayson. or worse... my mother.”

You tried to speak but your too scared to even say anything

You nervously stand up while trying not to hit the knives

You immediately bow again and again

You quickly say, “I’m sorry! I’m sorry! I’m sorry! I’m a Pastiche doll sent by cyber- I mean CrystalPaint! Please don’t kill me!”

Your heart is pounding with anxiety

Damian lessen his grip

“TT. You sure don’t look like a threat,” Damian mutters

You sigh happily

“Thank you for und- AHHH!”

Damian picks you up by the leg and starts inspecting you

“I wonder who crafted you. Are you a robot? A doll being controlled by a spirit?” He says with curiosity

Your face is red from embarrassment

He’s about to inspect your ‘family gem’

You quickly grab a book (with your magic) and hit him on the head with it

“Pervert!!!!” You yelled

He drops you while you safety landed on the floor softly

You are on the verge of crying

Alfred the cat tries to comfort you while Titus tries to distract Damian for a bit

Damian didn’t intend to make you uncomfortable

he reaches his hand out but clenches it into a fist and pulls back

Damian doesn’t know how to apologize

Damian just picks up a tennis ball and says, “Let’s go Titus.”

You are hugging your knees to your chest

“Why is my owner like this? ...At least he doesn’t abuse me,” You thought to yourself

wipes your tears and gets up

you kissed Alfred the cat by the nose

“Thanks for comforting me,” You thanked Alfred the cat

Alfred the cat just meows happily in response

You walk down the kitchen with a little help

Alfred :

Uhhh awkward?

both of you are having a staring contest

you scratch your cheek

“Uh good morning mister.”

“Good morning as well”

“You aren’t scared? Usually some people are.”

Alfred just chuckles as he answers, “When you’re my age, nothing really surprises you that much. Now, who might you be miss?”

You placed the spoon next to you

“I am a pastiche doll by the CrystalPaint Company. It’s an honor serving you,” You say was you bow lightly

Alfred smiles as he says, “It’s a pleasure meeting you as well. My name is Alfred.”

You smiled at him

“Such a nice man.”

Barbara :

You’re upside down

“Uh hey. Can you let me go?”

Barbara screams in response

“Okay. Nice talk,” you say in sarcasm

You fall to the ground

You try to stop your fall but your too late

You hear a crack

you opened your eyes and you see a crack in your leg

great. Just great. You broke on the first day on the job

Barbara recovers quickly from her shock state

she quickly says “Oh my gosh! I’m so sorry!”

She ends up fixing your leg with some glue

You wobble a bit as you stand up

you use Barbara’s finger as support

After you’re sitting down comfortable and Barbara has calmed down

Barbara asked, “What are you?”

You say, “I’m pretty sure the readers are tired of me saying the same stuff over and over again. I’m a Pastiche doll that does your chores and yada yada.”

Barbara is confused but she just goes with it

“Um my name is Barbara. What’s yours?”

You smile while saying, “You could name me anything. That’s if I like it.”

#bruce wayne #bruce wayne x reader #Tim Drake #tim drake x reader #jason todd x reader #Jason Todd #Damian Wayne #damian x reader #Alfred #barbara x reader #barbara #DC #dc fanfic #DC universe

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bvckysmanbun · 7 years ago

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Jason Being Teased - NSFW Headcanon

A/n: THIS IS NSFW/smut IF YOU ARE NOT 18+, DON’T EVEN READ. Thank you for requesting, @jason-redhood! I hope you enjoy!

it starts off as little inappropriate jokes

“Jason, you have really nice thighs” and then strokes them

Jason eyes you as he clears his throat

Giggling as he eats ice scream of lollipop

“Jason, what else does that mouth do” (I just snorted at my own joke)

JASON GAPING AT YOU IN SURPRISE BECAUSE YOU DID NOT JUST SAY THAT IN FRONT OF HIS BROTHERS

When your holding his hand while he’s driving, you can’t help but rest your hands on your thigh or between your legs (not over your heat, just between your knees of thighs)

to which Jason responds with his thumb stroking your leg or inching your hands closer

Straddling him when you guys are at the beach with his friends (whether it be Roy and Kory or Artemis and Bizzaro or his brothers)

Kisses close to his ear as you whisper

“You’re so cute when you’re flustered”

“You know where else I’d like your hands other my hips”

“I love when you lap up melting ice cream from your hands, it reminds me of-”

Jason shutting up you with a kiss as he picks you up and calls out that you guys will be right back

OH JASon would push you against the wall and growl sexily in your ear

“You think it’s okay to tease in front of others? You want everyone to know the private aspect of our lives?”

Obviously waits for the consent which comes from you as “You mean when you and Roy have little gushing - over - sex - life sensations once a month”

Kisses you hungrily

Clothes always end up getting ripped off

the motherfucker pushes you on the bed and goes down on you

puts lapping ice cream from his hand to shame

I’m talking about Jason taking his time to get you where you want to be

only to deny you your climax

“if you ever tease me again in front of people, it’ll be worse”

of course you always tease him

great sex tho

don’t get me started on teasing him as the red hood

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fictorium · 7 years ago

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“Does he know about the baby” for SuperCat pls? :D

Cat may not fight in the field like Alex, or wield a weapon as readily as Maggie, but when National City is under attack, she always returns to the battle at Kara’s side. Fighting through the media, through their message, Cat covers the hearts and minds side of things so well that Kara doesn’t know how they’ll ever manage it without her.

Giving up Mon-El is easier, a second time. It helps that he lies about his marriage being over, just to bed her, just to get his way one more time. Kara doesn’t have the energy to be disgusted by him all over again, simply gives no argument when Imra suggests their leaving in order to draw the latest foe along with them to a black hole.

It’s nice that Cat stays, three weeks after the rebuilding of downtown begins and she’s back in her office at CatCo, teaching Lena the ropes properly. Kara might be miserable on one front, but at work she’s never been happier. Her best friend, her mentor, and James all there to meet with and brainstorm with most days. It makes being a reporter fun again, something Kara throws herself into with her old gusto.

So it’s hardly unusual when Cat invites her to lunch. Kara hopes it isn’t sushi, beacuse she’s been feeling a little more human since the excess of kryptonite in those last attacks. Fish makes her feel something close to nausea at the best of times, only now it feels like she might follow through.

“This is nice,” Kara says after they order steaks, handing back their menus. “Is it a special occasion, or…?”

“Does he know?” Cat comes straight to her point. Not that she’s inclined to clue Kara in just yet. “The manchild you sent away, did he know and still agree to it?”

“Know he can’t come back?” Kara asks. “Yeah, he did last time too. Maybe he thinks never say never, but everyone seemed pretty sure it’s permanent this time.”

“Not about that.” Cat sips at her too-early martini, a post-DC change that Kara knows better than to comment on. She flutters her fingers toward Kara’s body, as though complaining about her simple gray shift dress. “Does he know about the baby?”

Kara grips the marble table top hard enough to leave finger impressions. “The what?”

“Come on,” Cat says, tutting in disapproval. “Haven’t we learned our lesson about playing dumb around me, Supergirl?”

“I can’t… I…” The blood tests that Alex had been confused by. Kara had deliberately kept her distracted, not wanting to push too hard on that. She has felt different, downright strange at times. But no. It’s impossible. Cat Grant is brlliant, yes, and downright insightful when she chooses to be. That doesn’t mean she can predict a pregnancy before the woman allegedly carrying a child.

“Please. I’m basically a savant with this stuff. Even with aliens, apparently.”

Kara pinches the bridge of her nose. This is not happening. “I think you’re wrong, Ms Grant. Could we just have lunch?”

“If that’s what you prefer.”

They drop the subject, but Kara already knows she’ll be flying straight to the DEO as soon as Cat settles the check.

***

It takes a week after the results are confirmed to seek out Cat. It’s easy to cross paths again these days, but Kara’s gotten very good at avoiding people she doesn’t want to face.

“Was this what it felt like?” She asks, her voice breaking on the question. Cat glances up from her tablet screen, peering over her reading glasses. “With Adam?”

“In what sense?”

“Knowing you should be happy, that it’s nothing short of a miracle... and somehow it’s the worst thing that could have happened?”

“You’re saying I was right?” Cat pulls her glasses off at that. She leans back in her chair, folding her hands in her lap. Her blazer is discarded on the couch, and the gauzy black blouse she’s wearing is practically see-through. There’s a camisole underneath, of course, but it draws Kara’s attention all the same.

“I guess you’re used to that, especially when it comes to me.”

“How... the alien plus alien combination?”

“Guess so. Rao, you know what I can’t stop thinking?”

“What?”

“How horrified my parents would be. He... he’s from a place they didn’t think very highly of.”

“Seems they were excellent judges of character.”

“No, I learned... yeah, maybe you’re right about that, too. People don’t change. They just fool you into thinking it long enough to get what they want.”

Kara comes the rest of the way into the office, her favorite place in National City after her apartment and the really great bakery on Johnson St.

“A bit cynical for Supergirl,” Cat says, getting up to come and join Kara on one of the cream-colored sofas. When she reaches for Kara’s hand, it makes her heart skip several beats. “You’re not alone, Kara.”

“I feel it.”

Alex has been trying, but Kara has sworn her sister to secrecy. It’s been a dark and heavy silence between them for days now. That probably can’t continue, not when Alex’s working theory is that gestation will be much shorter for someone of Kara’s powers.

“You’ll have your job here, as long as you need it. Whether I’m in charge on the daily or not. Maternity leave is generous here, you nagged me about that often enough your first year.”

“I did.” Kara remembers with a smile, she won the argument by pointing out the extra two weeks Lois had secured for Daily Planet employees on top of their allowance.

“I’m assuming that is...”

Kara nods her head. She doesn’t feel much like explaining that no one would know how to give her an alternative option that way. Adoption isn’t on the table either, not with so many variables unknown.

Cat’s still holding her hand, and instead of letting go, she reaches for Kara’s other one, bringing them together over their knees, which are now touching.

“And if you don’t find it intrusive, well, I have been there before. Twice. I’m almost as much of an expert in unexpected motherhood as I am in quickly-dissolving marriages. I could... help. Guide you, advise you. If your apartment is the hobbit hole I’ve always pictured, you could come and stay with me...”

“Wait, what?” Kara can’t believe what she’s hearing. “Cat Grant, who has better security than Buckingham Palace, is inviting a poor, pregnant alien into her home?”

“Is that so strange?”

“Cat, when I brought you documents at home, you wouldn’t let me out of the elevator. Now I can just live there? What would make you offer that?”

“Don’t make me say it, please. It’s bad enough I’m a foolish old woman without having it on the record.”

Kara squeezes Cat’s hands gently, moderating her strength down to almost nothing. Her breath is caught in her throat at the searing look Cat gives her, another hint at what Kara doesn’t dare believe.

“Say what?”

“That I care for you, Kara. That the minute I thought you were in trouble, I wanted to give you everything, just to make it better.” Cat pulls away then, looking out at the sky through the balcony windows. “That in another world, or timeline, you wouldn’t be making babies with some deadbeat frat boy, you’d be making a family with me and Carter.”

“Cat-”

“Told you it was foolish. There, does that cheer you up? Having me embarrass myself? I did say I’d give anything.”

Kara answers her by slipping to her knees on the floor, placing herself in front of Cat. Tenderly, she reaches out to cup Cat’s face, drawing her carefully into a kiss with plenty of opportunity to stop it if Kara is misinterpreting. From the way their lips meet, it seems they both understand perfectly.

“So all I had to do to get you to admit you’re crushing on me, as much as I have been on you, was get knocked up?” Kara asks, rambling into the breathless silence when the kiss ends.

“Apparently.” Cat’s mouth twists as she tries to hide her smile. She’s never been especially good at that, not around Kara. “This doesn’t tie you to anything. I just-”

Kara kisses her again. They’re not talking themselves out of this. For the first time in weeks, she feels sane again, in control of both her feelings and her fate. Cat has always been her stabilizing influence, but now they both see it should be so much more.

When her stomach does a happy little flip, Kara isn’t sure if it’s happiness or the baby, but she likes to think it could be both.

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