#the way this bitch caved IMMEDIATELY

[caitlynprotector]

who wins the war over Caitlyn's mind?

a cunning war lord who exploits Caitlyn's grief and anger over losing her mother in a horrible tragedy and uses it to turn her bitter while whispering promises of revenge and salvation in her ear for MONTHS

or

her butch ex-girlfriend who is covered in oil, grease and blood calling her 'Cupcake' right after insulting her and then spits in her face

[simplyholl]

Desperate Measures

Summary: When you encounter a mysterious substance during a mission, it forces you and your mission partner to get closer.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Avenger F. Reader

Warnings: Quinjet crash. Sex pollen. Smut. Slight choking. Brief fucking with a gun. 18+ Only. Minors DNI.

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You curse Nick Fury for what feels like the millionth time in the past three years. He had a "brilliant" idea, mission partners. When there was a world threat all of the Avengers would assemble. But when it came to smaller stuff like mobs, small Hydra threats, or robberies, he wanted just a few of you to take care of it.

Fury paired everyone based on their skills, their background, astrology, and other secret factors he wasn't willing to share. The idea came shortly after you joined the team, making an even number of people on the Avengers. You received copies of each other's files. You were supposed to spend most of your time with them at first to learn everything about them.

Fury wanted you to be able to almost read your mission partner's mind, to anticipate every move they made on the field. You should know them better than you know yourself. Which would have been great, except you got paired with Bucky Barnes, the former brainwashed assassin. He hated you, and you weren't even sure why. But the moment you met him, he was cold to you. He wasn't normally the friendliest anyways, but he had it out for you specifically.

He would smile and laugh with Steve and Sam. He was more guarded with the others, but he tolerated them, not you though. He fought with you all the time over nothing usually. So three years ago when Fury assigned you to be his mission partner, Bucky was furious. He complained to Fury, trying to switch. Fury immediately shot him down. He told him if he didn't like it, there was the door. After Steve talked to him, he begrudgingly accepted his fate.

You fought more often than not, an occurrence the other Avengers were used to. You’d argue the whole way on a mission. But when you were working together, you both could end your petty squabbles until it was completed. Then you’d be back at it the second it was over.

This time was no different. Bucky was flying the quinjet while you looked over a map of the Hydra facility you were going to. Your mission was simple. Break in, get the files, and get out. The building was located in Italy. You and Bucky both agreed once you got the files, you would part ways and explore the city. You were excited. The food, the culture, the men were all calling you. You packed a new dress just for the occasion.

You were pulled out of your thoughts when the quinjet made a noise that made a shiver run up your spine. The lights on the dash started blinking rapidly. Beeping filled the jet as you looked to Bucky. “Not a fucking word.” He barked at you, his metal fingers frantically pressing buttons.

The jet started to spin in the air. Bucky cursed as he tried to steady the wheel. It was no use, you were going down. You sat straight up in your seat holding onto your seatbelt for dear life. Of course, you would die with the person you hate most in the world. Karma was a bitch and you weren’t sure what you did to deserve this fate. The jet whipped around in the sky before plummeting to the ground.

After the initial shock wore off, you opened your eyes hesitantly. You must be dead. You hit way too hard and fell fast. The first thing you see is Bucky who quickly unbuckles himself and stands. Oh great, this must be hell. You’re gonna be stuck with him for all eternity. “Not that I’d have a problem with it, but if you don’t want to be here when the jet explodes, you better get out now.” Bucky tells you as he uses his metal hand to pry open a caved in wall and crawl out. You follow him with no hesitation.

Bucky walks a good distance away from the wreckage with you in tow. He pulls his phone out of his pocket and calls Nick Fury letting him know what happened. After a few minutes, he hangs up. “What did he say?” You ask hoping someone was on their way to get you. “Our coordinates show that we aren’t far from the Hydra facility. Fury said do the mission and he will have somewhere for us to spend the night when we are done. Someone will come get us tomorrow.”

“All our stuff is on the jet, are we not gonna get to go out like we planned?” You whined. You knew you were being selfish, but you had been dreaming of going out after the mission ever since you found out about it a month ago. Bucky shoots you a glare. “No, Princess. We aren’t going out after this.”

He rolls his eyes at you. You put your hands on your hips, pissed off at the nickname he calls you. “Princess” wouldn’t be a horrible nickname. But the way he used it made you furious. He said you were spoiled and bratty. So he had given you the nickname three years ago after you became mission partners.

He uses his phone to find the location of the Hydra facility. You followed him the whole time, flipping him off or making faces behind his back as he berated you for still wanting to go out. When you make it to your destination, Bucky turns around and gives you that signature glare. “If you don’t stop flipping me off and sticking your tongue out at me, I will break your fingers and rip out your tongue.”

Your heart dropped as you realized he knew what you had been up to the whole time. Before you could defend yourself, he grabbed your wrist, dragging you inside the building. He led the way through the dark. It was silent and it seemed like you were alone. You finally found the main computer. He stood guard as you pulled up the files and downloaded them to the device Fury gave you. When you were done, you shut down the computer and handed Bucky the device. He pocketed it and started walking toward the exit.

A loud siren started going off, blue lights flashed through the building. A chemical scent filled your nostrils. You look up to see red smoke descending from the ceiling. It was everywhere. You start to panic. It was probably some poison designed to kill whoever broke in here. Bucky was half way to the door when you finally realized you should move. You ran to him as he pulled on the door. “It’s locked.” He told you. Your heart beat faster as the red smoke slowly got closer to you.

Bucky started kicking the door until the wood splintered under his leather boots. You follow him to the front of the building, the red smoke almost face level with you now. He runs at the front door using his strength to break it down, but not before the smoke surrounded both of you. You both cough as it fills your lungs. He wraps his flesh hand around your arm, dragging you behind him.

You walk a good mile before you decide to speak up. “Was that poison?” You ask him, scared for what was to come. “How the hell should I know?” His hateful reply pissed you off. “I’m so angry that I’m gonna die with you of all people!”

“I’m not. I can’t wait to watch you take your last breath. I’ll fight to stay alive until you do. Then I can die peacefully.” You open your mouth to reply when his phone starts ringing. He answers it, telling who you presumed was Fury about the mission. He asked about the red smoke but it didn’t sound like Fury had the answers. When he hung up, he turned to you. “He sent me the location of the safe house. We are going to go there while Bruce and Tony try to figure out what the smoke was.”

When you arrive at the safe house, you’re actually impressed. Usually it would be some shack in the woods. But this was a nice house. It was clean, it smelled nice. Most importantly, the kitchen was full of ramen, canned food and water. You made dinner for the two of you, bringing him a bowl of ramen as he accepted a video call from Tony.

Tony was smiling so wide, his face looked like it might split in half. “I got good news and bad news, kiddos.” He waits a second before speaking again. “The good news is, you’re not going to die.” You let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding at that revelation. “The bad news is it was a sex drug.” Bucky and you look at each other, confusion on both of your faces. Tony bursts into laughter.

“I’m gonna assume, you don’t know what I mean?” You both shake your heads as Tony continues. “Well, the sex drug enhances all your senses. You’re going to be horny if a breeze blows by. And it will be unbearable. You’ll feel like you’re going to die if you don’t have sex. And you will. The drug is designed to make your body so hot that a high fever will set in. It will boil your brain if you don’t have sex. Don’t bother touching yourselves, that won’t work. You have to sleep with someone to make the side effects go away.” Tony cackles as he looks at the shocked looks on your faces.

He looks at his watch. “You should have about an hour before it sets in. And probably four after that before it kills you. So good luck.” He laughs before hanging up. The silence between you and Bucky is filled with tension. Both of you unsure of what this situation will bring.

You finish your dinner without saying a word to each other. But you can’t take it anymore. “Do you think he’s right?” Bucky considers your question for a moment, his blue eyes focusing on you. “Yeah, he wouldn’t lie to us.” You take a deep breath. “We have about thirty minutes before we start to feel it. What are we gonna do?”

“Im going to take a shower and go to bed.” You look at him incredulously. “Bucky, he said we will die if we don’t have sex. There’s gotta be a bar around here or something. We can go out and find someone to sleep with.” You offer a reasonable solution. Bucky chuckles, “We are in the middle of nowhere. There’s no one around for miles. And I’m sure as hell not fucking you.” He spits the words at you like venom.

“I don’t want you anywhere near me. But we don’t have a choice.” You fire back, but Bucky ignores you, walking to the bathroom and slamming the door behind him. You go into the bedroom with the en-suite bathroom and take a shower too. You can feel your body start to heat up. You turn the water as cool as it can get. When you dry off, your skin is sensitive. You can feel yourself getting wet just from the towel touching you.

You look through the drawers, knowing that there was usually clothes in there just in case. You were so hot you were starting to feel like not putting any clothes on at all. But you settled on a thin, white tank top and a pair of red panties. Your hard nipples rubbed against the fabric of the tank top making you moan. You lay on the bed and check your phone. The symptoms were just now setting in, and you were already miserable.

You closed your eyes, trying to sleep. Maybe Bucky was onto something. If you could sleep through your death, it might not be so bad. But sleep never came. You tossed and turned, you touched yourself. But nothing would suppress the horrible ache between your thighs. Your panties were practically stuck to you, they were so soaked. You checked the time again, realizing you only had an hour and a half before your imminent demise.

You stand up on shaky legs and walk to the bedroom Bucky was in. Desperate times called for desperate measures. You knock on the door gently at first, but after a few minutes pass with no answer, you try the door handle. It’s locked. You beat your fists against the door. “Bucky let me in. I’ll do all the work. You can close your eyes, pretend I’m someone else. We can put bags on our heads. But I need you to fuck me right now.”

He opens the door, his long hair in a messy bun, his blue eyes dark with lust. He’s naked, his hard cock on full display. “Bucky, please. I know we hate each other, but we have to. I can’t take this.” He doesn’t say anything as he grabs you with his metal hand slinging you onto the bed. You gasp as your back hits the mattress. Bucky towers over you looking at your body hungrily. His gaze lingers on your breasts. Your nipples are so hard, you’re surprised they haven’t cut through your tank top.

“If we are doing this, we do it my way.” He grumbles. You just lay there, willing to do whatever he wants. He walks over to the nightstand, grabbing his pistol and walking back to you. “What are you doing with that?” You ask wide eyed. “Shut the fuck up.” He growls. You swallow hard as he brings the gun down over your torso.

He grips your tank top between his large hands and pulls. The rip of the fabric echoes through the silence. He moves above you, bringing his head to your breasts. He captures a nipple between his lips, pulling it with his teeth. You cry out as he soothes the pain with his tongue, lapping at it gently.

He jerks your panties down your legs, discarding them behind him. “God, Princess, you’re soaked.” He runs the muzzle of the pistol through your folds. The cold metal making you shiver. He positions it slightly, sliding the barrel into you with ease. “Bucky! What’s with the gun?” He smirks as he works the weapon in and out of you. “I don’t want to touch you yet.” He shrugs, maneuvering the barrel causing it to hit your g-spot. Your toes curl and you arch up off the bed.

Bucky grabs you back down, his vibranium arm laying across your stomach to hold you in place. He removes the pistol, looking at it in awe. It’s covered with you. His tongue darts out to lick your arousal off it. He moans as he sucks all of you off his weapon. “You taste so good, Princess.”

You gasp as he jerks your legs apart, fingers digging into your flesh. You’re dripping down your thighs, making it harder for him to keep hold of you. He lowers his head, lapping up your arousal from your thighs. When he finally makes it to where you need him most, he wastes no time. His lips and tongue feasting on you like he’s ravenous. His lips wrap around your clit, sucking harshly as he pulls a forceful orgasm out of you.

He stands, pulling you to the edge of the bed. Bucky is fully inside you with one forceful thrust. You gasp at the delicious stretch. “Fuck.” He whispers, a few loose strands of hair fall from his bun. You have to fight the urge to grab a piece between your fingers.

Bucky’s movements are erratic. He’s like a wild animal. He lifts your leg, placing it over his shoulder, the new angle causes him to hit even deeper. You’re a mess, crying out his name, watching his face as he sets a brutal pace. The heat in your stomach becoming unbearable. You move your hips with him, matching his rhythm. He brings down his vibranium hand, touching over your chest before bringing it to your neck.

He squeezes lightly at first before adding more pressure. Your eyes roll back in your head. This was all too much. The way his big body pressed you against the mattress. The way he was looking at you. The way his vibranium hand was wrapped around your throat. How he fit so perfectly, it was like you were made to take him. You clench around him, causing his movements to falter. He is getting sloppy.

You wrap the leg not on his shoulder around his waist bringing him impossibly closer. You feel him spilling inside you sending you over the edge with him. He removes his hand from your neck, bringing it to your chin forcing you to look at him. “I hate you.” He whispers as he stills inside you. Bucky removes himself and stands between your legs. He gathers the cum dripping out of you with his middle and index fingers, forcing it back inside you. “I hate you too.” You say as your legs tremble from the intensity of it all.

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[finelinevogue]

brat

summary - you’re being a brat but there’s a valid reason

pairing - longterm-ceo-boyfriend!harry x reader

word count - +1.5k

Harry grabbed on your arm, leading out of the packed kitchen and down a corridor.

It wasn’t until he had pushed you both into the bathroom and locked the door that you shrugged his hand off of you and huffed at him.

“You going to tell me what the fuck is going on?” He asked, crossing his arms over his chest.

The way he looked in his black shirt with his tanned arms was making it really difficult for you to concentrate on being mad - well, more jealous than anything.

“Don’t wanna talk.”

“Oh you don’t? Well tough.”

You huffed again, crossing your own arms to match his stance.

It was now a stand-off between who would cave first. Harry knew it would be him, since you were so defiant, so he cracked immediately instead of prolonging this.

“Y/N, you’ve been a right brat all evening. What the hell is going on?”

“Oh, so, because I’m behaving like a brat suddenly means you hate me?” You scoffed.

“Hate you— what?”

“Don’t act like you don’t know.”

“Don’t know what?” Harry threw his hands up in the air, before they fell down to his sides.

You had to gulp back the stone feeing at the back of your throat. This wasn’t a situation that you felt justified getting upset over, but it was getting close to it.

“I don’t want to have this conversation right now.”

“Well we sure as hell aren’t leaving until you’ve talked to me.” Harry said sternly, clearly getting frustrated with your mood.

“Harry, I’ve told you…”

“Yes and I would like to know what’s wrong, please.”

“I don’t…”

“Y/N!”

“Do you love me?” You cut him off before he could get any more shots in.

“W-what? Of course I love you.” Harry’s facial expression showed he was really confused as he took a step towards you slowly.

“Okay.” You nodded your head tightly.

“Okay? What does that mean? What just happened?”

You looked at Harry as he stepped closer again. You slowly started shaking your head, the tears starting to fall from your eyes and down your cheeks.

“Sweetheart?”

Harry tried to step towards you, but you held out your arm so he couldn’t close the distance. You allowed yourself to sob then, holding a hand over your mouth to conceal the noise.

You shut your eyes and turned slightly away from Harry so he didn’t have to see you, but also because you were really embarrassed all of a sudden.

As if the timing couldn’t have gotten any worse, someone knocked on the bathroom door.

“Hey! I need the toilet, open up!” It was a girl - kind of sounded like Sadie.

“Occupied!” Harry shouted back, not taking his eyes off you.

Whoever it was on the other-side loudly groaned before stomping away with force.

There was more than one bathroom in this house so you didn’t feel entirely bad for taking up this one.

“Hey, c’mon now.” Harry urged you to let him hold you.

You only grew smaller, backing yourself into a corner that you couldn’t escape from. Your sobs kept coming and the tears melted away the mascara you’d spent a lot of time on this morning.

“Y/N/N, baby, you’re breaking my heart.” Harry said sadly, watching you cave in on yourself, “M’sorry for pushing you to talk. I won’t push you again. I just hate to see you so worked up about something I don’t know.”

Your hand slowly lowered its guard and you looked at him carefully looking at you.

You instantly ran to him, locking your arms around his waist and letting the tears fall onto his chest and shirt. At least the leaking mascara blended in.

“There’s my best girl.” Harry said, wasting no time in rubbing a soothing hand up and down your back.

The other hand cupped the back of your head, so you felt less exposed and more protected against him. He knew you liked to be held like this - especially when you were like this.

“I’m sorry.”

“Can’t accept your apology if I don’t know what it’s before, my love.”

“I’m just sorry.” You hiccuped, keeping your arms tight around him. “Sorry for being a bitch. Sorry for causing a fuss. Sorry for ruining your evening. I’m just so sorry.”

“Still not accepting the apology, because none of that is true. You’ve not ruined anything and you’re not a bitch, baby. You’re my sweet girl and I love you.”

He kissed the top of your head and it only made you latch onto him tighter.

You held onto him and him to you for a while.

“I was a brat though.” You managed to let out a small chuckle.

“You were, but I’m okay with that. But only if you communicate with me why, you know that.”

“I know.”

Harry took charge and cupped his hands onto your thighs to scoop you up, before immediately placing you down on the bathroom counter.

Now you were closer in height to him and he wasn’t intimidatingly taller than you - especially when you were feeling vulnerable.

You matched him.

“My sweet girl.” He smiled at you, using his thumb to wipe away the smudged mascara.

“Bet I look crazy. Like a deranged ex-girlfriend.”

Harry frowned at that, making you question why.

“Don’t like the thought of you ever being my ex.”

Harry focused on clearing your makeup, but stopped when he noticed you’d taken a sad look on your face again with your tears welling up.

He titled your face up and looked at you with concern. “Do.. do you want to breakup? Is that why—.”

“God no!” You rushed out, licking your lips clear of the salty tears, “Never, please.”

“Never.” Harry agreed.

“But that is why I was upset.” You pouted, trying your best not to start crying again as you began to explain to Harry the issue.

Harry just nodded, letting you take your time. Letting you know that he was here and he wasn’t going anywhere until you were ready.

“I saw you talking with Sadie and Rachel - you know, those two pretty blondes - and… God it sounds so shallow saying it out loud…” You had to choke back c a sob from erupting.

“It’s okay. You’re okay.” Harry kissed your forehead in encouragement.

“I was so fucking jealous, Harry. I felt genuinely crazy. I mean, you look so good and I know that hasn’t got anything to do with the situation but I think seeing you with those young, and beautiful, girls just got me really insecure. This is nothing to do with you, like you constantly show me love and in that situation you never even gave me a reason to be concerned about anything, yet my stupid…” You let out a teary cry, “My stupid fucking head was telling me that you would leave me for someone better. Someone like them.”

You let out a few more cries, reaching for a tissue to blow your nose.

“That sounded so pathetic, but I just got so in my head about it that I went a little overly bratty about it.”

“It’s not pathetic.” Harry started by saying.

You gave him a look.

“It’s not!” He urged.

“H, honey…”

“Baby. I would never think you feeling this way would be pathetic. It’s how you feel - I’m not going to shame you for that. That would make me a pathetic human being. Okay?”

“Mhm.”

“Thank you for telling me how you felt. I’m sorry that you felt that way - no, listen - I know you don’t want my apology but let me just tell you anyways. I can’t pretend I understand how you felt in that moment, but sometimes I get a bit overwhelmed and jealous when I see you with other people too.”

“Really?” You furrowed your eyebrows.

“Yeah.”

“I would never. I wouldn’t, Harry…”

“I know, baby. Just like I know I would never do that to you.”

You nodded.

“Think maybe we need to talk this through in more detail, but do you want to go home first?”

“Yes, please.” You nodded.

“Always my most polite girl.” Harry smiled, giving you a kiss on the lips that felt like a sweet rewards. “Before we go, though, I love you.”

“I love you so much.”

“I love you even more.”

“I love you even when I’m a crazy brat.”

“I love you when you’re a brat, too.” He kissed you then. “My brat.”

[luvrlou]

Out with the Old, In with the New?

Pairing: Henry Hart x fem!reader

Warnings: Swearing, Violence

Summary: When a certain supervillain returns to Swellview an old face pops back up.

A/N: just cause henry danger seems to making a comeback

Word Count: 1.8k

"Ray?" Henry's voice causes the man to jump and turn around.

He squares up to Henry before his brain computes who it is, and then he stands normally, "Henry, you can't do that!"

"Hmm?" He hums, staring at the man.

"Henry, you can't do that!" Ray repeats again in the same exasperated tone.

Henry makes a confused face, "I can't say your name anymore?"

Ray rolls his eyes before sitting down on the couch, "so what do you want?"

Henry takes a seat next to him, "you never talk about the sidekick you had before me, I'm just curious on who he was."

"Well first of all it was a she."

Ray dramatically looks off into the distance, his sidekick giving him a baffled look before shrugging and joining his gaze into the distance.

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You and Ray were playing a very serious game of foosball when Schwoz started shouting for your attention.

"Guys! Guys! I found him!" He shouted, frantically flailing his arms in the direction of the many screens on the wall of the man cave, this immediately pulled you and Ray's interest from the game at hand to Schwoz.

"You found Doctor Rotten?" You sprinted over to the control panel.

Ray swiftly followed, "we've been trying to track him for months!"

Schwoz went on to tell you about his whereabouts while you and Ray mentally plotted your attack.

"Well let's blow some bubbles-" Ray began.

"-and give this doctor a taste of his medicine!" You finished his sentence.

Once you transformed you guys ran to the tubes, "I see what you did there." Was the last thing Ray said before you both disappeared up the tubes.

Once you guys got to the location that Doctor Rotten used to conjure up his evil experiments it wasn't an easy fight, well you wouldn't know, as you were immediately injected with some concoction Doctor Rotten had made.

"Y/N are you okay!" You heard Ray shout as you came back to consciousness.

You stirred before groggily speaking, "Ray? What happened?"

"That rotten son of a bitch grabbed you and injecte-" he began before he was cut off by you screaming and squirming around on the floor. He ran to your writhing body and held you down to the ground firmly.

"It feels like fire is running through my veins!" You screamed, whilst trying to catch your breath.

Ray scanned the room frantically trying to see if there was anything that even resembled an anecdote for the horrific condition you were in.

"Ray help me!" You yelled out in a pleading tone."

"I'm trying kid! I really am!" He shouted back, attempting to reassure you.

Then he spotted a large button, he hoped it would somehow stop the pain you were in. It was his last resort.

Ray jumped up and ran towards the big red button and smashed it down. He stood back, slightly confused at the button doing nothing. That was until...

An explosion.

Half of the building exploded, luckily not the side you were both on, although you still were severely impacted by the blast.

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When you woke up you were lying on a bed in the middle of the man cave being towered over by Schwoz and Ray, both with very concerned faces.

"Guys... what happened," you tried to sit up before being quickly shoved back down by both men.

"You are not fully healed yet Y/N!" Schwoz frantically mumbled.

This made you instantly sit up, "Not fully healed yet!" You shrieked, "What do you mean not fully healed yet?"

Both men stood back whilst sharing almost scared looks, mentally deciding if they should tell you.

Then Ray spoke up, "well... we went to take down Doctor Rotten, you made a great pun by the way before we left," you jokingly winked as he said that. "Then we got there and he grabbed you and injected you with some liquid that made your blood red hot."

You nodded, "and then?"

Schwoz quickly spoke up, "Ray pushed a big red button and it made half the building explode!"

"What? Ray! A big red button really?" You shouted.

"C'mon! It didn't have any 'don't press' signs!" He attempted to defend himself.

You shook your head in disappointment, "Ray almost every red button... means an explosion!" Your voice got louder with every word until you were yelling once again.

"Well, you're still alive!" He shouted back.

You took a deep breath and spoke again, "did we at least catch him?" Your question made Ray look away in embarrassment, "we caught him..." you gritted your teeth, "right?"

"No..."

This caused you to yell again, "you didn't catch him!"

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Ray's memory was cut off by Henry, "Hello? Can you tell me now? You've been staring at the ceiling saying nothing for 10 minutes."

"Oh right, yeah sorry! She moved to Brooklyn after a mission that went very wrong." He told him.

"Oh... did she have any powers?" Henry further inquired.

This made Ray smile as he reminisced, "yeah she could talk to people through her mind. Was pretty cool, except for when she would tap into your head and just scream as loud as she could."

The pair were cut off by Schwoz running through and yelling at them, "he's back!"

"Who's back?" Ray replied, jumping up off of the couch, Henry following his actions.

Schwoz sat down and started clicking random buttons on the control panel until the screens turned on showing footage of a tall man holding a vial of a bright purple liquid.

"Doctor Rotten..." Ray sneered, looking closely at the screens.

Henry followed him, a confused look on his face, "who now?"

"He's the one who nearly killed-" Schwoz spoke before Ray shouted.

"Don't say her name!" He yelled, "she doesn't get to be known as the one who Doctor Rotten nearly killed."

"Okay..." Schwoz grumbled, "he's at Swellview lab."

Henry and Ray quickly changed suits and went up the tube. They arrived on the roof and walked towards the mancopter, Ray started to flip the switches to turn on the helicopter before something caught the attention of the two guys.

"Fighting Doctor Rotten without me?"

They were both caught off guard by the girl who was walking towards them. Especially Henry, this unknown girl was his age and gorgeous.

It was you.

"Y/N what are you doing here?" Ray questioned, very confused yet concerned.

You smiled widely and walked over to him, "I've been trying to find this bastard for years, ever since we lost him, and now I want him gone for good."

Ray nodded in response before wrapping his arms around you, "I'm so glad you're okay."

You hugged him back, smiling widely at the fact you've been reunited with your old best friend, "I'm happy to be back."

"Right, guys! We don't have time for hugs and talking, we have a criminal to catch!" Henry spoke sternly, seemingly envious of the bond between Ray and his old sidekick.

"He's right! Let's go give this doctor a taste of his own medicine!" You exclaim, walking towards the mancopter.

"That line gives me bad memories Y/N!" Ray shouts after you while he runs up to the mancopter.

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Sticking to the plan you walked into the lab first, "Well, well, well look who it is... Doctor Moldy." You snicker at your own joke as you walk.

"It is Doctor Rotten-" The villain shouts before realising who you are and smirking, "well hello little girl, here for another round of fire blood?"

You smile back and stop in front of him, "I think it's your blood that'll be on fire."

On cue both of the other heroes break into the lab, coming up behind the evil man, who was preoccupied talking down to you.

Little did he know that in approximately 30 seconds he would receive a punch to the back of the head from Captain Man. Unfortunately, he didn't go out like a light, he was much stronger than anticipated so he immediately turned around and started trying to attack Captain Man.

You and Henry both seem to migrate to the side of the lab, watching the fight go down, "he's surprisingly good," Henry assessed.

"Who knew some 60-something bald man could take the Captain Man," you nodded before looking over to his new sidekick. "You're not jealous of me and Ray are you?"

This caught Henry off guard, "not at all! I understand that you guys had a close bond," despite seeming fine, his tone of voice told a different story.

"Trust me as soon as Doctor Rotten is gone I'm out of here, you have nothing to worry about. Now I'm gonna make this guy regret he was even fucking born." You smile and pat Henry's chest before sneaking over to the table with syringes full of glowing liquid splayed out.

At this point, Doctor Rotten is having to take on both Kid Danger and Captain Man. However, you have just found what you assume is the same poison that you were attacked with all those years ago.

To distract Doctor Rotten you tap into his brain and start to scream which causes him to grasp the sides of his head and drop to his knees. You happily saunter over to his distraught body and lean down.

"Payback is a bitch," you whisper, pushing your face against his before stabbing the syringe into his neck and injecting the fiery liquid, causing him to instantly pass out.

"Well, jobs done! Let's get back to the man cave girl and boy." Ray says while clapping his hands.

"About that Ray... I'm not coming, I'm going back to Brooklyn." You smile bittersweetly, "it was amazing fighting crime with you again, but it's not my place anymore."

This caused Ray to frown, "c'mon Y/N just for old times sake."

Henry suddenly felt quite bad for you both, and for feeling jealous. "I would love for you to come hang with us until your flight." The blonde smiled at you.

This made you smile and roll your eyes, "I guess I can come down for a few hours."

───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─────

After hours of reminiscing, talking and many games of foosball Ray decided he was going to head to his bed.

"Shouldn't you head home?" You asked Henry as you stood up off of the couch.

He shrugged and stood up with you, "I told my mom I was staying at Jasper's tonight."

You laughed in response, "a rebel? I like it."

"Oh yeah?" He chuckled, scrunching his face at you.

"Yeah, you're cool Henry, I see why Ray likes you." You spoke softly and tilted your head.

This caused Henry to flush lightly, "you're really cool, Y/N."

"I think you should come to Brooklyn sometime," you walked closer to him, "come visit me sometime..."

He nodded, "sounds good, I'll be there," he mumbled, now realising the close proximity between you both.

"Sounds like a plan," you whisper whilst placing your hands on his shoulders.

As if on command his hands landed on your hips, "I think you're really pretty.

You grinned and leaned closer to his face, his breath fanning over yours, "and I think you're perfect."

He slowly lowered his head and let his lips meet yours.

[pippin-katz]

You know, everyone says that Edwin is a brat, but I have to disagree. Edwin is a bitch, 100% but he's not a brat. You know who is a brat?

CHARLES.

Think about this for a second!

Charles tells the little girl that Edwin’s thing is to “play hard ball” as he’s about to do it, being cheeky and giving away the game. They save Crystal, find out she has some sort of amnesia, and he immediately says she can stay at their office without asking Edwin if it’s okay. And Edwin doesn’t even argue! He’s like, "okay, we don’t usually do that, what the hell, but guess this is a thing right now”.

They bring her back to their office, and he tries to explain that this it’s a bad idea, but notably tries to whisper so as not to wake her up. Even though Edwin doesn't like her and doesn't want her there, he's considerate. Edwin’s entire routine and safe space has been upended by this living girl, so he’s understandably stressed and in a bad mood, but Charles is like, “you’re being bitchy, so I’m gonna go out with Crystal”. They get back and Edwin’s still upset, and then Charles is like, “btw she’s gonna stay” without asking Edwin AGAIN! And AGAIN he doesn’t argue! He immediately asks how long she’s staying for!

Then Crystal reads Becky’s poster and Charles wants to go overseas for a living client, which is all new and Edwin even says that it’s all happening too fast, and they STILL GO! Charles throws Edwin's own worries about Death back at him despite brushing him off earlier, and pulls the guilt trip card of letting Becky die, in front of Crystal, and fucking smiles because he knows he’s won.

And Edwin? He just fucking sighs.

And then once they’re in Port Townsend, Charles sides with Crystal at every turn. He tells Crystal they can find a different way to get the information when the entire point of bringing her was for her powers. He calls Edwin a show-off when he mirror hops, and says it not as an insult, but also without his usual fondness. He says himself that possessing the living "sets off all sorts of alarm bells in the Afterlife", proceeds to do it anyway, then brushes off Edwin’s worries of the consequences. When Crystal yells at them about being scared, he puts her feelings above Edwin’s, who has already been pushed completely out of his comfort zone, and is taking an extra personal risk getting involved with a demon considering he’s on the run from Hell. Even when Crystal’s revealed to have lied about David, and Edwin’s having a complete breakdown, Charles still brings it back around to Crystal.

And this is all just the FIRST EPISODE!!

They are both totally devoted to each other, unquestioningly, but Charles has Edwin literally wrapped around his finger. There's nothing he could ask him to do that he would refuse. He might bitch about it or resist it initially, but he always does what Charles wants in the end.

And Charles seems oblivious and all too aware at the same time. I don't think he has a grasp of how much Edwin would do or how far Edwin would go for him. But he smiles at him and knows he'll cave, and he uses that.

If one of them is a brat, it's fucking Charles.

(ko-fi)

[awesumsaus]

cave

wc: 6.5k

pairing: joel miller x f!reader

part two of pretty when I cry

summary: Ever the man of his word, your boyfriend Joel finally fulfills your need to have him claim that secret little part of you.

a/n: welcome back besties. thank you so much to everyone that checked out part one, I seriously can’t believe the response it’s gotten. again please heed the warnings and skip of you don’t think this is for you. otherwise hope y’all enjoy my absolutely depraved writing 

warnings/tags: explicit 18+ (minors dni), no outbreak au, softdom!joel, very needy/emotional reader, joel can pick reader up (I’m convinced this man could lift anyone), smut smut smut literal porn (ok a TINY bit of plot), established relationship, age gap (not really mentioned in this one), so much daddy kink, dd/lg dynamics, tiny bit of degradation kink, whole lot of praise kink, joel tummy™️, spanking, unprotected pinv, oral (m receiving), plug use, ass eating (brief), anal sex, subspace, joel is still a consent king, fluffy aftercare (these bitches are in love)

It wasn’t until two weeks later that either of you brought it up. You’d been thinking about it, that morning, admittedly far too often. The way his fingers and tongue explored the very hidden spots of your body, pushed the limit of what you can and can’t handle. But you couldn’t ask him, couldn’t be the first one to bring it up. It was the game the two of you played, you being far too shy to voice this filthy little need, and Joel far too teasing to give it up without you asking.

But it was becoming unbearable, thoughts of him arising at the most inopportune times, whether that be when you were laying in bed at home, alone while Joel was working a double shift, or at work when there were millions of other tasks you should be focusing on, but all you could think about was your boyfriend finally claiming that secret little part of you. 

And so tonight you’d decided to put an end to your suffering, devising your own little plan to set things in motion, one that you were comfortable with, and that you knew Joel wouldn’t object to. 

The two of you were getting ready, having made plans to meet Joel’s brother for dinner at 7. It was already 6:30 by the time you finished your hair, still dressed in nothing but one of Joel’s t-shirts and a lacy thong. Usually, your lateness was just a result of you losing track of time, trying to tame flyaways, or pausing to belt out one of the songs that came up on your playlist. Little did Joel know that this time around you were stalling, working up the courage to present him with your latest purchase. 

You glance over to the open vanity drawer, and a tinge of excitement spreads up your spine when you see it. A small thing, silver all except for the red heart-shaped jewel at the end of it. You reach for it, the metal cold against your fingertips, a contrast to the heat that spreads up your neck at the thought of what comes next. 

Running your hands through your hair one last time, you exit the bathroom to see Joel, fully dressed and rummaging through one of his dresser drawers. The way the fabric of his dark green sweater stretches around his broad shoulders makes your stomach flip. 

You pad over to him, hands held behind your back, clearing your throat and he turns. He immediately registers the hesitance in your movements. “I um- I got you something.” You look up at him through your lashes, putting on your most innocent guise. 

“S’ that right?” He quirks an eyebrow, already holding back a smirk. His focus turns to his wrist, snapping in place the silver band of the watch you’d gifted him this past Christmas. It was a simple thing, nothing too fancy. You would’ve gotten him something nicer, something more high-end, but the year-end bonus you’d been hoping for never came. Still, Joel insisted that it was the greatest gift he’d ever been given, bullshit, but it still put a smile on your face whenever he wore it. 

“You promise you won’t laugh?” His smirk widens. 

“Why would I laugh?”

“Just promise!” You frown at him before giving his chest a little shove, but he’s quick to respond, grabbing your wrist and pulling, closing the space between you.

“Promise.” You say it softer this time, looking up at him, ignoring the way your thighs instinctively clench from how far you have to bend your neck just to meet his gaze. 

“I promise.” He plants a kiss on your forehead, his expression softening. “I won’t laugh.”

And he doesn’t. In fact, his smirk falls completely when you reveal what’s in your free hand, extending your palm to him. He takes it from you, turning it over in his fingers, something darkens in his eyes. 

“Dirty little girl,” he says under his breath, his attention still focused on the small metal plug in his hand. He turns away from you for only a moment to grab his phone from the dresser. 

“What are you doing?”

“Textin’ Tommy that we’re gonna be late,” he says it like it’s the most obvious thing in the world. 

“No wait, I’ll be quick. I’m almost ready-“

“Uh-uh, baby.” He takes exacting steps towards you, forcing you to retreat backward, nearly falling over when your calves meet the edge of his bed. “Not goin’ anywhere yet.” He swiftly turns you, manhandling you against his chest, and dips his mouth to your ear. “Bend over.”

A shiver runs down your spine, yet you can’t ignore the heat continuing to spread across your face. “R-right now? Joel, are you serious?”

“You bet I am.” His hand comes down with a firm slap to your ass and you gasp, the arm he’s looped around your midsection keeping you from falling forward onto the bed. Wet drips from your core when he does the same to the other side. “Thought you were gonna get away with this, baby? F’ you’re gonna act like a fucking whore, I’m gonna treat you like one. Bend over.”

You shudder slightly at his words, but do as he says, slowly lowering your upper half, whining when he pushes you the last few inches, your brain already gone fuzzy from the roughness of his movements. A part of you expected this, knew that Joel wouldn’t accept your gift and just move on with the rest of the night. So it’s no surprise that when he pulls your thong to the side, your pussy is already glistening with slick. 

“Jesus, baby,” he lets out a breath behind you, running his knuckles along your seam making you shiver. “Always so fucking wet, so ready f’ me.”

“Just for you, Daddy,” you sigh against the mattress, rocking your lower half back, seeking friction. 

Joel lets out a strangled grunt from behind you, one hand squeezing your ass cheek. It’s taking everything in him not to ruin you right then and there, but he restrains himself, knowing that the two of you wouldn’t make it out the front door if he gave in. 

You suck in a breath when the cold metal presses against your cunt, slipping through your folds with ease, gathering slick. “Gonna be able to behave yourself at dinner, baby? Don’t want Tommy gettin’ suspicious.”

You whimper slightly as the tip presses into the cleft of your ass, squirming at the action and the almost belittling tone of his voice. “Don’t want him to know how much of a goddamn slut you are for me, huh?” He delivers another stinging slap just as the plug breaches your tight hole. “Answer me.”

“I-I’ll behave!” The words tumble from your mouth. “I’ll be good, daddy- p-promise.”

“I know, baby. Always such a good girl f’ me.” His words are so dizzying you don’t even realize that he’s fitted the plug completely inside of you until his knuckles graze your ass. It’s not what you had expected, not painful or uncomfortable in any way. It feels good, being this full, the slight stretch making your lower half shake with anticipation. 

“That feel okay, pretty girl?” His voice softens the same way it always does when he’s checking in with you. 

“Mhm,” you nod against the mattress, a content smile spread across your face. 

“Good. Now go get dressed ‘fore Tommy starts askin’ questions.”

He plants one last slap on your bottom, softer than the others, but the way it reverberates across your skin and through the toy now deep inside you makes you gasp, your senses now on high alert. Maybe this wasn’t going to be as easy as you thought.

You make it through the better part of dinner without any slip-ups, just a regular evening with your boyfriend and his brother who you’ve come to befriend over your time knowing him.

You’re barely paying attention, focused on the story Tommy is telling when Joel curves a finger through the back loop of your jeans and pulls. You choke on your water at the sudden feeling, the seam of your jeans digging into you, pressing tightly against the toy you’d nearly forgotten about at this point. Something white-hot shoots up your spine and settles in your lower belly. Tommy pauses and shoots you a worried look as you cough unexpectedly, obviously unaware of Joel’s actions. You notice Joel holding back a smirk from the corner of your eye. 

“Woah- hey, ya alright darlin’?” Tommy asks, looking to Joel who’s started patting your back softly, a forced expression of concern written across his features. It takes everything in you not to slap the look right off his face then and there. 

“I’m fine, yeah- sorry.” You try to ignore the obvious blush spreading across your cheeks, still attempting to catch your breath while also fighting against the growing heat pulsing through your core. 

“You sure, honey? You’re all flushed,” Joel says. 

“Said I’m fine,” you almost snap at Joel, immediately regretting your tone when he shoots you a warning look, a brow raised as if daring you to continue.

“Sorry, Tommy.” You turn to the younger Miller, disregarding the way Joel’s palm has started kneading the flesh of your lower back, only making your head spin more. “Please go on. I’m alright.” He looks between the two of you a bit hesitantly for only a moment before continuing his story. 

And suddenly it’s all you can think about, the feeling of the plug pressing into your most sensitive spots, the fullness of it all, only made worse by Joel’s continuous teasing, his seemingly harmless touching. 

When you finally make it to Joel’s truck after bidding Tommy goodnight, you’re an absolute mess. Practically soaked through your panties, squirming against the leather of your seat. And Joel knows, revels in it, confirmed by the shit-eating grin he exhibits the entire ride home, while his hand softly grips the plushness of your thigh, only deepening your need. 

You’re on him as soon as you pass the threshold of his front door, clawing at his chest, a rabid little thing. He appeases you almost instinctively, pushing you against the opposite wall and pinning your wrists by your head as he roughly presses his mouth to yours. You writhe against his grip, whimpering when he takes his free hand to angle your jaw upward, giving his tongue access to plunge deep into your mouth. You hook a leg around his waist, grinding against his thigh, and finally, a tiny ounce of your ache dissipates. 

But just as quickly as it started, Joel removes himself from you, turning away and walking into the living room. He plops down on the couch, kicking his shoes off and leaning back against the cushions. The look on his face is maddening, cocky son of a bitch.

“C’mere,” he says from his seat on the couch, his legs spread wide. If you weren’t so painfully desperate you’d refuse him for being so smug, but luckily for Joel, you need him about as much as you need air to breathe in this moment. 

You can’t help but eye the growing tightness in his jeans as you approach him, the sight making you a little dizzy in your movements. He stops you when you attempt to straddle him, placing a hand firmly on your lower belly, and looking up at you with a devilish smile. He toys with the hem of your shirt between his fingers. Off. It’s all the command you need before crossing your arms over your body and lifting the fabric from your torso. 

Your shirt’s not even pulled over your head before his deft fingers are unbuttoning your pants and tugging them along with your panties down to your ankles. He leans forward, gripping your calf, and helps you step out of them, popping your shoes off in the process, and quickly tosses your clothes aside. His hand travels up your leg, sending goosebumps across your bare skin. A small yelp escapes your lips when he pulls you onto his lap by the back of your thigh, but you quickly melt into him as your knees sink into the couch on either side of him. 

He runs his hands up and down your sides and you shiver. “So sensitive, baby,” he tsks. You can’t help the blush that spreads across your cheeks from your desperation. It was pathetic really, how much you need him in this moment, how much your body craved even his lightest touch. It was pathetic really, how much of your need now dripped onto his still-clothed crotch, soaking through the material. 

His hands move to cup your tits, thumbing your already peaked nipples through the thin fabric before expertly unclasping your bra, letting it fall to the floor with the rest of your clothing. You’re suddenly all too aware of how clothed Joel is, a stark contrast to your naked form, yet the image sends another wave of slick weeping from your core. You allow your head to fall forward onto his shoulder, mouthing at his sweater to muffle your cries, when he tweaks one of your nipples between his fingers. 

“Sh, I know. I’ve got you, little one.” He continues his slow torment, smoothing his hands along your bare skin, his smirk growing with each of your whines and whimpers. You’re like putty in his hands, completely at his mercy, a plaything for him to do with what he pleases. Your breath hitches when his hands travel to your ass, two of his fingers pressing lightly against the now exposed plug, sending a jolt through your whole body. 

He brings his mouth to your ear, nips at it, before whispering “You want me to fuck you here, baby?“ He says it like a secret, only for the two of you to ever hear. That’s when everything starts to ache, the feeling in your lower belly so warm and unfurling, that you fear you may start sobbing if he doesn’t end his teasing soon. 

“Please, daddy.” You sniffle into the spot connecting his neck and shoulder. “Want it so bad, please.”

“Such good manners, baby.” One of his hands slides up your back to the nape of your neck where he grips you, pulling you back to meet his gaze. “M’ gonna give you what you want, sweet girl.” Your heart rate quickens, excitement bubbling in your chest.

“But not tonight.”

And just like that your heart sinks, tears pooling in the corner of your eyes at his sudden declination. You’d feel foolish for it, overly emotional if it wasn’t Joel’s lap you were sitting on. He knows how you get, how reactive you can be, especially when you have your heart set on something. You shake your head and lean away from him, your eyes casting down to your lap, shame beginning to bubble in your chest. You have the sudden urge to cover yourself, wrapping your arms around your chest, a little voice in the back of your head telling you that it’s your fault, that you’d done something wrong to make him deny you, deny himself, of this. 

“Hey,” he says it so so softly. His hands run up and down your biceps, as if he’s attempting to pull your focus from the insecurities he knows are settling in your brain “I’m not doing this to punish you, understand?” You sniffle again, a tear threatens to fall from your lower lashes. 

“Look at me,” he says sternly. You reluctantly meet his gaze. “Tell me you understand.”

You want to shake your head no, want to beg him to change his mind, whine and pout until he gives you what you want, but as much as you know Joel’s a man of his word, you also know he’s nearly impossible to sway once his mind is made up. 

“I understand.”

“Good.” 

He gives you a moment to collect yourself, thumbing your tears away and pulling you back against his chest. You unwrap your arms from yourself, instead latching them around Joel’s neck. “I’m gonna give you what you want, baby. Just gotta have some patience. Want this to be good for you.” He rubs your back soothingly, kissing your temple. “Don’t wanna hurt you.”

You can’t help the huff that escapes your lips at his words, because you like the hurt. Like being subject to his each and every desire, surrendered entirely to his control. Joel knows this, knew this from the first time you’d slipped and called him daddy while he fucked you into his kitchen counter, knew this when the next morning he caught you in his bathroom mirror, smiling at the finger-shaped bruises burgeoning across the flesh of your hips. 

Joel knows you like the hurt, and part of him can’t deny how utterly irresistible he finds you when you beg him to push just a little further, to be a little rougher. But he also knows where to draw the line, never inflicting enough pain to outweigh the pleasure he brings you. He’s had experience with establishing this limit, but never in past relationships had he found anyone to be as persistent as you, as stubborn, as needy. And though it isn’t always obvious, he needs you just the same. It’s what frustrates him the most, not your neediness, but the way in which it clouds his judgement, makes him forget how fragile you can be. So he wouldn’t, not tonight, not until he’s certain you won’t break. 

“Poor baby,” he coos when you grind down on his bulge, the rough fabric against your soft folds making you gasp. “I know you’re not used to being told no, huh?”

You let out a squeaking whine when you feel the rough skin of his hand cup the entirety of your sex. You instinctively buck into his touch. 

“You want daddy to take care ‘a this for you?”

“Mhm, please,” nodding your head against his chest. You almost cry when the pad of his finger finds your clit, swiping two delicate circles before pulling away. 

“Sh sh, I’ve got you, honey.” He lifts you slightly off his lap, a strangled sound erupting from your throat at the loss of contact, but he makes quick work with his zipper, pulling his pants and boxers down just enough to free his fully hardened cock, red and pulsing in his grip. 

“Come sit on daddy’s cock, baby.” His eyes glass over as he pumps his length once, twice before urging you forward. He taps the wide tip against your clit a few times and you swear you could come just from that before he’s lining up with your entrance, coating himself with your slick. 

He lets you go at your own pace, loosening his grip on your waist as you begin to sink down on him, inch by inch. He’d usually stretch you first, make you come around his fingers once or twice before letting you take him in his entirety. But not tonight, not with the steady flow of slick that’s been gushing from your heat all night. 

You shudder once he’s fully sheathed inside you, your clit twitching against his pelvis. He lets you adjust, squirm a bit in his lap, before he’s bucking up into you, a bit of his own impatience beginning to show. 

As much as you’ve needed Joel all night, you know his teasing has had its own effect on him. He’s been itching to be inside you since the moment you presented him with your little gift, it was all he could think about the entire evening, so it comes as no surprise that his movements quickly grow hurried. He fucks up into you at a frantic pace, meeting your little bounces with increasing force.

It’s like nothing you’ve ever felt before. The combination of his cock pumping deep inside you and the toy sitting snug inside your asshole. It’s overwhelming, nerve endings you didn’t even know existed now buzzing within you. It’s only mere minutes before you’re clenching around him, right on the edge of release.

“Little cunt’s huggin’ me so tight, baby,” Joel pants, his movements stuttering. 

“Daddy-“ you gasp, “m’ ngh m’ gonna cum.”

“Fuck- that’s it baby,” he babbles, his fingers move to messily rub your clit. “That’s it pretty girl. Want you to cum on my cock then I’ll fill you up, yeah? So fucking full, baby. C’mon, cum for daddy.”

Your entire body convulses against him as you reach your peak, strings of curses and incoherent sounds slipping between your lips. Everything turns white behind your eyes, every inch of your skin on fire. He only fucks you harder, rubs his fingers against your clit faster. You don’t even realize you’re on the cusp of a second orgasm until he’s pressing his free hand against the heart-shaped jewel still sticking out of your ass, hitting something deep inside of you. Then you’re crashing down once more, sobbing as your grip tightens around his neck, completely enraptured in the feeling as he fucks up into you. 

“Good fuckin’ girl-“ a groan sounds from deep within his chest, a few more bucks of his hips before he cums, spilling into you with a slew of grunts and unintelligible praises. He only lets up once you’ve milked him dry, a combination of both your releases coating his length and further soaking his jeans. 

Joel comes back to earth first after he’s caught his breath and carefully pulled out of you. He stands and rids himself of his damp clothes, now just as bare you are, before wrapping his thick arms around you and pulling you from the couch. 

Later, after you’re both showered and Joel makes you a cup of your favorite tea, the two of you lay in bed, your head resting against his chest, tracing a finger along the broad expanse of him. You’ve committed just about every mark and freckle to memory by now from this exact spot. His hand lazily runs up and down your spine, as you mull over where things will go from here. 

A week. You talked him into a week. A week of doing exactly as he says, with no attempting to convince him otherwise. You’ll wear the plug when he tells you to, for as long as he tells you to. A week and then he’ll divulge that secret little part of you that he’s yet to claim. 

Joel lasts till Thursday. 

He’s done for the moment he arrives home from work to you sprawled across his bed, book in hand, with nothing on but a tight-fitting t-shirt and a barely-there thong. You knew what you were doing, knew it was exactly what Joel told you not to do, tempting him to go back on his word and cave. You notice his eyes darken the moment he enters the bedroom, his gaze falling to the red heart poking through the fabric of your panties. The same one he stuffed inside you before sending you off to work this morning, the one you were sorely reminded of every time you shifted too quickly in your desk chair. 

“Hey baby,” you smile sweetly at him. You swear you hear him grumble as he makes his way to the closet, pulling his sweaty work shirt off and tossing it into the hamper. You mark your page and set your book aside before stretching out across the comforter like a cat in the sun. The muscles in Joel’s shoulders tense when a soft sigh slips from your lips. 

You nearly skip over to him, wrapping your arms around his midsection before he has the chance to pull on a clean shirt. He lets out a heavy breath at the feeling of your small fingers splaying across his bare stomach. 

“How was your day?” you ask, pressing against him more firmly, your head resting below his shoulder blades. 

“Fine,” he responds, his tone suspecting. You feel his breath catch as you press small kisses to his spine. 

“Couldn’t stop thinkin’ about you today,” your voice goes softer, a hidden plea behind your words. 

“S’ that right?” His severity wanes, an opening.

“Mhm,” you hum against him, dragging your blunt nails across his skin. “Need you so bad, Daddy.”

“‘M right here, baby.” He pretends to not know what you’re talking about, unbuckling his belt and pulling it through the loops, acting like your fingers aren’t dangerously close to the waistband of his jeans. You know he can see right through you, has always seen right through you, his refusal to admit it in this moment only makes your need deepen. 

“Please, Joel,” you whine softly, errant fingertips dipping just below the waistband of his boxers. “I almost started touching myself in the bathroom today.” Your cheeks flush red at the confession, a low groan escapes Joel’s throat. “Every time I felt it, I couldn't stop thinking about how much I wish it was your co-“

You let out a small gasp when he snatches your wrist. He pauses, so still you begin to worry you’ve upset him, that you’ve pushed him too far. But then something shifts. 

Fuck it. His mouth is on you in seconds, his tongue immediately gaining access as you melt into him. It’s dizzying, one of his hands grabbing you just below your jaw, the other squeezing your ass cheek roughly. Your knees buckle just as he’s turning you around and practically throwing you onto the bed. You don’t even have time to lift your head off the mattress before he’s yanking your panties over your ass and easing the plug out of your hole. He’s quick with it, your body shivering as the cool metal slides through you, leaving an empty feeling in its wake, but it doesn’t last for long as Joel licks a broad strip through your seam to your asshole. He presses his tongue there, gauging your reaction before he’s licking into you, spreading you with his hands. At first, you squirm away, the feeling of him eating at you like this entirely foreign. But then you're rocking back into him, completely lost in the rush of his mouth against your asshole. Sounds you never knew yourself capable of filling the room as his tongue repeatedly dives into the ring of muscle.

A strangled moan leaves your lips when he pauses, you crane your neck just in time to see a string of saliva drip from his mouth directly between your ass cheeks. He rubs it into you, pushing his thumb through the ring of muscle making you whimper. 

“What d’you want?” His voice is low. His thumb starts pumping in and out of you, fast and unrelenting. 

“Daddy,” you whine, burying your burning-hot cheeks into his pillow. 

“Gonna need better than that,” he tsks, rutting his bulge into your heat. “Or else I’ll have t’ take care a’ this myself. Tie you up and make you watch.”

“Ngh, Daddy,” you moan, face burning impossibly warmer. His thumb slows, giving you a moment of reprieve to gather your thoughts. 

“Want you t’ fuck my ass- wanna feel you.”

“Jesus-“ With his hand coming down to grip your neck, he suddenly pins you to the mattress, muttering a short stay before you feel his weight lift from the bed. You hear the sound of his zipper undoing and catch him fisting himself in the corner of your eye. Your thighs tremble with anticipation as he moves to the side of the bed, planting a knee by your shoulder. Then he’s towering over you, his weeping cock right at your eye line, your cheek still pushed against the mattress, ass in the air. He looks so powerful like this, so broad and so commanding, so when he tells you to open your mouth, you don’t even have to think twice. 

“Gonna get daddy’s dick nice n’ wet, baby.” Saliva pools in your mouth, threatening to drip onto the bed when you stick your tongue out. “Then ‘m gonna wedge my cock in this tight little hole. How’s that sound?” You jolt forward when the pad of his index finger pushes into you.

“Please Daddy,” you whine. He removes his hand, immediately wrapping it around the back of your skull, his fingers tangled in your hair. His other hand grips the base of his length, tapping the red-flushed tip on your tongue a few times before pushing all the way into your mouth in one swift motion, your nose scratching against the coarse hairs at his pelvis. It had taken you months to work up to it, taking him in his entirety. The first time you blew him you’d barely been able to make it halfway down his cock before you were gagging, but not now. Now you take everything he gives you, like he’s molded your throat to the shape of him. 

“This mouth-“ he’s cut off by his own moans, erupting from deep within his chest. “Fuckin’ heaven, baby.”

Tears quickly prick in the corners of your eyes as he continues his assault on your throat. A breathy moan slips from his mouth when you gag around his length after an especially forceful thrust of his hips.

His pace slows as he thumbs away your tears. “Daddy’s been so mean, huh little one? Makin’ you wait all this time.”

You whine around his dick, the vibrations making Joel’s breath catch in the back of his throat. 

“You like when I’m mean though, don’t you? Like when daddy treats you like the little slut you are?” He delivers a harsh smack to your ass just as he pulls away from your mouth, leaving you sputtering and gasping for air. He moves to open the nightstand drawer, quickly retrieving a bottle of lube before rounding the corner of the bed, towering over you from behind. 

“Don’t need it,” you whine, head still foggy from the lack of oxygen.

“Quiet little girl.” He softly swats your ass before you hear the disappointing sound of the bottle opening, followed by the cool sensation of the liquid hitting your exposed hole. He rubs it into you, letting out a satisfied hum when he presses his thumb into your asshole with ease. And then his cock is lining up with you, it’s so fucking big, so much bigger than the plug, a small part of you starts to worry it may not fit, may be too painful. 

Like always, Joel senses your apprehension, running his large palm soothingly down your spine as he leans over you. You feel his warm breath hit your ear. 

“You tell me if it’s too much, yeah baby?” He says it only slightly above a whisper. “M’ only gonna enjoy this if you do too.”

You nod against the sheets, immediately recognizing that the action won’t be enough for Joel. “Yes, Daddy.” You crane your neck to look at him, eyes hooded and dazed. Something flashes in his expression, beyond simple desire, a need suddenly so evident in his eyes that you’d sit up and kiss him until your lips were raw if he wasn’t pushing the tip of his thick cock inside you. 

It’s so much. Even just the first inch is blinding, your vision going blurred and your senses entirely rapt with the feeling. The hurt is overwhelming, the stretch all-consuming, but it’s so good, unlike anything you’ve ever felt before. 

He pushes in another inch and the pain dissipates, in its place a euphoric haze, where all you can feel is him, his weight driving you into the mattress, his hips rocking against your ass. You see stars once he’s fitted inside you, never having felt this full. 

The noises Joel is making are almost pained, his cock throbbing from the tightness of your hole, all the restraint left in him keeping him from setting a brutal pace. No, instead he moves slow, focused intently on not blowing his load every time you squeeze around him, listening to your little moans and whimpers for any signs of unease. 

“It’s a lot baby, I know,” he pants. “But you’re doin’ so good.” His praises have you reeling, furthering your dazed state. “Look so goddamn perfect takin’ all a’ me like this.”

You don’t even know what to say, all you know is that you need more, entirely lost in the feeling. You’re always insatiable, greedy, whenever it comes to Joel, and he knows, revels in the fact that he’s the one that gets to have you like this, makes you feel like this. 

You’re not even sure what you’re saying at this point, what sounds are falling from your mouth, just that Joel takes it as a sign to pick up his pace. It brings you back to earth a bit, your lower belly going taught at the force of his body against your own. 

You’re crying out against the mattress, small fingers twisting in the sheets, tears forming a wet spot beneath your chin. 

“Fuck, baby c’mere.” He suddenly pulls out of you with a heady groan and wastes no time flipping you over. He’s pushing back inside you in seconds, resuming his vigorous pace. 

“Wanna see you when I come in this perfect fuckin’ ass.” Your eyes roll to the back of your head at his words, your entire body going limp against the mattress as he uses you. When his thumb finds your clit you’re done for. The messy circles he makes send you hurtling right to the edge. With a near-scream, every part of your body goes taut for a moment before your release is shattering through every inch of your body, bursting from your core like shock waves. 

“Fuck, fuck-“ he’s repeating over and over as his own climax hits him, but you can’t even hear him, can only feel him, his body thrusting into you, pushing you impossibly further into the mattress, his hands gripping the hinge of your hips, his warm release shooting deep inside you. It’s the only thing keeping you here, prevailing against the potent haze. 

With one final grunt, he stills, his breathing ragged and sweat dripping from his forehead. You can barely move, still dazed as he pulls out of you slowly, the emptiness in its wake further graying your awareness of reality. 

You lift a shaking hand, attempting to grab at whatever part of him you can reach. “Daddy-“

He leans forward, carefully caging you in his arms. “I’m here baby, you’re okay.”

“‘M okay,” you mumble sweetly. He brings one of his hands to your hair, gently running his fingers along your scalp in a way that makes your thoughts even more fuzzy. But the heaviness of his chest against your own keeps you there, keeps you present. 

“You did so good f’ me, I’m so proud a’ you.” A tired smile spreads across your face at his words. He knows the effect they have on you, which is probably why he says it. But the sincerity in his voice makes your heart swell. 

“My pretty baby,” he kisses you softly, and you further melt into his embrace, inhaling his familiar scent, musky and woody with something distinctly Joel. The two of you stay like this for a moment, your arms and legs wrapped around his large form, what little remains of your strength focused on keeping him in place, chest to chest, a comforting pressure. 

“How do you feel, baby? You hurtin’ anywhere?” He says it against your neck, placing soft kisses to the skin there. 

“Mm”, you hum, denying, still detached from your own body, not fully registering the slight tinges of hurt spreading throughout your lower half, completely consumed with the man in front of you, the smell of his sweat still glistening across his chest, the weight of his softened cock still pulsing and twitching against your thigh. He’s everywhere, everything in this moment. 

He pulls away just enough to kiss the tip of your nose. “How ‘bout a bath yeah?” You hum in agreement, let him unwrap himself from your hold, and stand at the edge of the bed before he’s snaking an arm under your knees and back and lifting you. You instinctively curl your face into his neck, still wet with sweat but you don’t mind, nearly your whole body already covered in him. 

He sets you down on the toilet seat before moving to turn the water on, making sure it’s warm enough before plugging the drain. You sway a bit in place, thankful when Joel wraps an arm around your back to steady you. Usually by now the haze will have lifted a bit, no longer in this headspace, yet still your brain is a bit fuzzy, your thoughts and senses dulled. 

You look up at Joel when you feel his thick fingers card through your hair, unsure of when he’d gone to grab one of your hair elastics. As he gathers the strands together, you lean into him, your head resting just below his belly button, on the plush flesh of his tummy, smattered with course hairs trailing down to the base of his cock. You nuzzle into the spot, breathing him in, fully content in this moment. You feel the muscle tighten when you start to press small kisses to it. He firmly grips your now fully formed ponytail when your mouth wanders south, interrupting your descent, and you whine. 

“Settle.” You let out a short huff of breath and bring your gaze to his, resting your chin on his stomach as he loosens his grip on your hair. He shakes his head at you, holding back a smile as he finishes tying your hair back. 

He helps you step into the tub first, guiding you to sit, before he slots himself behind you with a grunt. He pulls you against him, arms wrapped around your tummy and chin resting on your shoulder. You giggle softly when the hairs of his mustache tickle behind your ear. 

He lets you sit against him for a moment before he insists on cleaning you up, lathering his soap between his hands and smoothing it along your soft skin. You start to doze off from the feeling, Joel keeping you upright against his chest. Only after the water begins to cool and your fingertips have turned pruney, Joel helps you step out of the tub, wrapping you in a towel before you start to shiver. He kisses you then, soft and slow like he could stay like this with you forever. And you would, if he wasn’t ushering you back into the bedroom, telling you to get in bed and that he’d be right back. 

He makes you drink a glass of water before taking his place behind you on the bed, his back to the headboard and the small bowl of your skull cradled against his chest. You slowly drift off to the steady beat of his heart. 

I have so many ideas for these two so lmk if we want to see more ;]

[writteninlunarlight-years]

Lucifer

For Him:

He loves it when you call him anything super cheesy. Add some heart and soul to it, and he is obsessed.

Call him cringy things like Stud Muffin, Sugar Bear, and Honey Pie. He is so into it.

He will 100% melt if you call him princess. His kryptonite is you two lounging in bed playing with his hair while you call him your sweet boy or princess.

His hard no's are anything super vulgar that borderline comes off as sexual.

He wants to keep your relationship sweet and adoring until you get to bed.

For You:

He immediately goes for Duck, Ducky, or Duckling. He just can't help it. You remind him of his second favorite thing.

If he gets out of his ducky phase, which, let's face it, he won't. He likes to use names like Doll, Buttercup, and Baby.

He loves to call you his Queen or King just because he wants you to know how serious he is about sharing everything with you.

He won't call you princess; he has reserved that for Charlie, and he would really hate for a 'pass the salt' moment between you and his kid.

He can't wait for the day he gets to call you mommy or daddy, though, in a nonsexual way.

Adam

For Him:

Adam LOVES when you call him God. As blasphemes as it is, it fuels his ego to the extreme.

He also likes the classic babe, baby, and honey. However, he wouldn't mind a private, memorable name.

He doesn't like to be overly gushy in public, so in private, you can get away with calling him something snuggly, like Teddy Bear or Honey Muffin.

A hard no for him is anything derogatory; as funny as it is, since he is the king of derogatory remarks, he doesn't know how to take the heat back.

He is a certified Lover Boy and will melt if you call him so, well, only if no one else is around.

For You:

Of course, we got the classic Adam phrases we all know and love Bitch, Baby Cakes, Sugar tits, and Baby.

However, he is unafraid to publicly call you things like his treasure, angel, or princess.

He will 100% call you a simp and Lover in the same sentence to throw you off guard.

He wont call you anything derogatory in the bed room though unless you ask for it, he feels like your alone time in the bed room is meant for him to worship you not hurt you.

He loves it when you let him call you his goddess and other high-paying names.

Vox

For Him:

He is an old timey classics guy, he is in love with Baby, Honey, and Sugar like no other.

When it is just you two alone he never wants to hear his legal government name leave your mouth

As for in public its a little odd because he does have a persona but also just look at you your his everything

He hates anything overly sweet it is very gross to him when you drop a BooBooBear or a Hunk-A-Lunk just say normal shit

He loves when you call him the light of your life though makes him feel like he is doing good by you

For You:

He wants to keep the old-timey feel for you, too, but he may get a little creative. It's casual, babe, baby, and honey, but he may add in a pumpkin cupcake or princess.

He has no problem using pet names for you 24/7, even in the public eye. He has to show who owns you, after all.

When you are alone, he will use just a simple babe to get your attention because he wants to be soft and mundane with you.

He won't call you any crazy names, either. He finds them distasteful, but if you asked, he may find it in his heart to cave in.

Thrives when you call him daddy as much as when you let him call you mommy.

Husk

For Him:

Certified Daddy Energy. Call him Daddy or Papi, and he melts like putty in your hands.

He also loves it when you call him other things, like baby or babe; those are classics that keep him going.

He doesn't mind the overly cringe-worthy nicknames that are long for no reason. Generally, the longer, the better because it eventually makes him laugh.

He refuses to be called anything relating to a cat, no whiskers, kitten, or kitty. He hears it from Al but wants to avoid hearing it from you.

If you call him something super sentimental, like the love of my life or my other half, he is a weak man.

For You:

He worships you and the ground you walk on because he believes you deserve so much better and will leave.

You are God, Goddess, Princess, Prince, King, Queen, or any high official title to make you feel good.

He loves hitting you with super sentimental pet names that show how much he cares about you.

He won't call you anything super mushy; it just isn't him. Though he likes how creative you get, he isn't much for it.

He loves calling you mommas or mommy when you two are out and about.

[ennn]

Guys, Agatha and Rio fighting because of Billy is OKAY

Because it’s not really about Billy. It’s about them. Billy’s just the immediate problem, the catalyst for a fight that’s been brewing since the first episode.

Now I know there’s been more focus on Billy lately, the same way Wandavision at times focused on Monica and her hero origin story – but Billy's story is here because of what it tells us about Agatha – who's projecting hard on the boy (see my other meta post on their relationship).

And this development isn't a twist. The situation between two has always been tense (in ways good and bad). And it looks like these two messy bitches are basically making their relationship problems everyone’s problem.

Let’s look at what the text’s been telling us, shall we?

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There’s animosity between Agatha and Rio that’s unresolved

As sexy their fight in episode one was (and boy was it), there’s certainly anger and resentment between the two, or at least the easily combustible grounds for it. Now we have an idea of why Agatha is mad at Rio (Nicky) although we're less clear about what Agatha did to piss Rio off: was it just Agatha running away or was it something specific she did?

Regardless I don't think Rio is kidding when making threats of bodily harm.

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And neither does Agatha. But she knows all too well how quickly Rio caves to her pouty flirting (and let’s be honest Rio knows too), and basically manages to get a reprieve from her exe’s retribution in episode 1.

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The agreement: They’ll continue fighting it out once Agatha gets her powers back.

We know this is a serious threat on the backburner because you can hear Agatha muttering about how "she's unstoppable" at the start of episode 2 while planning to flee.

More obviously, Agatha touches on it again in episode 4, asking for Rio to hold off on her violence until she finishes the Road, and they can hang out like old times: “Maybe the Road is like Switzerland…”

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I absolutely get how it can be confusing because these two clearly still care for each other and are still attracted to each other, with lots of yearning looks across episode 4 and 5. As Schaeffer puts it, the muscle memory of that love is still there, feelings are still there. They were in love and there is still love between them.

But they never worked through what tore them apart in the first place.

And you can see this when Rio gently and firmly reminds Agatha that Billy isn't her son – that Nicky is really gone, and Rio still did the thing that Agatha hates her for.

Agatha closes herself off and runs, and Rio feels her scar tear open again.

Notably, Rio isn't sorry for doing her job. Her heartfelt confession – possibly the most emotionally vulnerable she can be – isn't an apology. She didn't want to hurt Agatha, but she couldn't do what Agatha wanted either. There's a disconnect there.

Chaotic vs Lawful: Billy is basically the new Nicky

Now we know Nicky was the reason they first separated. And it’s still a theory but I think there's a good chance of Rio wanting Billy dead because he probably should be. Billy Maximoff, born from The Hex, "broke the rules" to survive and some piece of Billy Kaplan still lives on despite a fatal car crash.

And that's partly why Agatha is hardcore-projecting on Billy, Agatha "I did not break the rules, they simply bent to my power" Harkness has always been a rule-breaker. That's what started her path to become the infamous witch-killer.

Not to mention Agatha is a shameless survivor. She'll certainly cheat or take shortcuts if she can get away with it. See episode 3:

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Rio, by contrast, follows certain rules – which Agatha taunts her for — "You can't kill me, it's not allowed" – and she has a job she has to do, even if she doesn't want to. There’s a clash here of value systems as well.

To be fair, at this point Rio's motivations aren't entirely clear. It's possible Rio just wants more dead witches, or she gets impatient and angry and decides to go at that emotional vulnerability as a way of hurting her (“You’re vulnerable.” “Only physically.”)

Either way, Rio taking away a boy that Agatha now considers hers (even if only with a massive amount of projecting) after Agatha’s freshly reliving and processing the absolute devastation of Nicky's death. That is sure to bring things to an open conflict.

And these two (in their own way) are so dramatic.

Change and Growth

There are other factors as well, in terms of Agatha’s character arc and journey, which I’ve talked about in my other meta post on these two being star-crossed lovers.

It's a tragic, complicated story with these two. It’s about them, it’s about more than them.

[deadsetobsessions]

A click. The closing and opening of a camera shutter. The whirr of film as it slides across the inner workings of his camera.

Timothy Drake heaved himself off of the concrete roof as soon as the vigilantes left his eyesight. He swaps the film roll, placing the used one inside of the tin with a barely restrained grin. He’d gotten good shots tonight- a confrontation with Harvey Dent, batarangs swooping to cut the new Robin free- and Tim was excited to race back to his dark room in order to develop those candids.

He climbs down the side of the building, the spelunking gear he’d splurged his parents’ money on working wonderfully on Gotham’s stone and concrete buildings.

“Mom, I want to be just like you guys!” He’d said, and his mom agreed to spare no expense for his new hobby. Well, their secretary did, with his parent’s disinterested permission. After all, spelunking is sometimes needed for artifact digs… probably.

Besides, the moment he had brought up Bruce Wayne’s propensity for “spelunking,” his father had immediately sent him more cave scaling stuff in order to “network with the other successful businessmen, Timmy!”

Tim slides away from the alley with full awareness. Even in Bristol, one had to be careful to avoid the multitudes of goons out and about. The Narrows are definitely worse than Bristol and Tim wasn’t about to let his hard work be taken away just like that. As he trudged home- taking a taxi once he was in a slightly more “trustworthy area”- Tim became slightly lost in his thoughts about the identities of Gotham’s vigilantes. Technically there’s only two.

Tim knows there’s three.

Batman.

Robin.

Nightwing.

Bruce Wayne.

Jason Todd.

Dick Grayson.

His sharp mind, now assuaged from the mystery of their identities, worked hard to match the fights he witnessed to the injuries the prolific Wayne family hid the next day.

Timothy Drake thinks he’ll never get bored following his vigilantes.

——

He’s bored. He’s so irrevocably, irredeemably bored.

Tim had been so excited to go, too! Perhaps for different reasons than everyone else because he was here to observe his heroes out of their masks, not for the Annual Wayne Gala that’s the end-all of high society life. As in, if you weren’t invited, that’s the end of your social life. Bruce Wayne held high society in his palms and Tim is only fifty percent sure he knew and/or cared. Regardless, he was prepared to be a pod-son to his parents’ fake good-parents act, and accordingly suffered thirty minutes of cheek-pinching and fake laughs just for the opportunity to see the three Bats in one place.

They’re not here. They won’t be here for another twenty minutes.

Anyways, he’s bored and irritated. Definitely annoyed enough for some bad ideas.

And Tim might not be aware of this fact about himself until much later when he’s more self-aware, but a bored and irritated Tim Drake is bad news for everyone.

He takes after Janet Drake, after all, and Janet Drake is only after Bruce Wayne in influence and cunning.

And his heroes, his beloved heroes, are the targets of his ire tonight. Tim smiles wider, pod-person smile widening to a baring of ravenous teeth incredibly off putting on a nine year old, and immediately changes course towards the delicate jello squares sitting at the buffet table.

The Waynes will be learning the importance of punctuality at their own galas by the time Tim’s done. He swears it. He even has a get out of jail free card!

Just. A small bit of petty revenge.

Tim nabs a bowl full of the jellos, snacking on one as he makes his way to the Wayne family’s most favorite balcony. Everyone knows it’s the one the family members go to when the Gala gets overwhelming. It’s an unspoken rule that no one else may enter it. Tim slips around the blind spots in the cameras.

High society might call someone a bitch in forty different ways, all hidden behind silk smiles and false eyes, but they’d respect the oddest things.

Tim… doesn’t care. He’s been breaking rules since he was seven.

He sets to his task, setting the jello cubes in the places he’d calculated that Jason or Bruce or Dick might step on. Mild revenge, yes, but Tim doesn’t want to bother Alfred too much. The butler had looked a bit tired earlier. Task done, Tim squeezes back into the party and smiles like his life depended on it.

“Brucie!” His dad boomed, and Tim felt his smile widen once more.

“Jack!” Batman’s Brucie personality bounced into the ballroom as the party kicked back up with the host’s presence. “How’ve you been, old chap?”

“The digs have been very fruitful!”

“I see you’ve brought someone with you today! Well, other than your strikingly beautiful wife, of course!”

“This is my son, Timothy!”

“Hello, Timothy. It’s very nice to meet you.”

Oh. My. God. He’s shaking hands with Batman!

“Hi. I’m Timothy Drake.”

“Oh my gosh, Tim!” His mom laughs, fake nails and laugh digging into his shoulders. Oops. Too informal.

“It’s alright.”

“BRUCE!”

Oh my god, it’s ROBIN. Tim’s smile twitches, barely containing his squeals.

“Jaylad? What’s wrong?”

“Someone left jello cubes all over the balcony!”

“What?” Bruce (Brucie, Tim decides is the name of the mask) turns to his parents and excuses himself.

“Mom? I’m going to go network with Bruce Wayne’s son.”

No, he’s not. He’s gonna go watch them lose their minds.

“That’s my boy!” His dad claps him on the shoulder and shoos him off. His mom narrowing her eyes at him but ultimately dismissing him.

Perfect. By the time he gets there, he hears Nightwing- Dick Grayson, oh my god!- asking “O” to figure out who left all those cubes on the floor.

“Drake?” Ah, shit.

“Weren’t we just talking to him earlier, B?”

“Yes, but I haven’t got the slightest idea why he’d leave jello cubes all over the place.”

“Assassination attempt?” Jason asks.

“Whatever it is, it ruined my running shoes!”

“Dick, please, just wash it off or give it to Alfred.”

“Ugh, we can just go ask him.”

“And make a scene?” Jason sounds eager.

“No. Alfred ordered us specifically not to.”

Silence. Tim grins and slips away, making his way through and voiding the cameras as usual.

—-

“Timmy!”

Tim smiles politely at Brucie Wayne while inwardly cheering. His dad looks at him with stars in his eyes and leaves him to work his magic.

“Yes, Mr. Wayne?” Pod-person smile!

“This is my son, Jason. And this is Dick.”

“Hi. I’m Jason!” He holds out a hand for Tim to shake. Dick smiles at him and Tim thinks he might expire on the Wayne’s ballroom floor.

“Hello,” Tim suppresses his urge to scream excitedly. “I’m Timothy Drake. It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

“Woah, you sound so stiff.”

“Jason!” Brucie Wayne chides. “Anyways, Timmy, you looked like you had something to tell me earlier. Something wrong, kiddo?”

No, no he didn’t. But… they don’t know that he knows their secret. And they don’t know he knows that they don’t know.

Tim acts confused, but then clears up with his expression like he just thought of something.

“Oh! I was wondering why you were late, Mr. Wayne. Did Batman stop you on the way back?”

“Huh?”

“Oh, I know you don’t really like Batman, Mr. Wayne,” Tim cackles inwardly. “But he saves you a lot. Were you stopping crime?”

“I… I’m not Batman.”

“Well, I know that,” Tim huffs. “It’s just weird no one’s seen you and Batman in the same room.” Tim cheerfully ignores the alarm making its way onto the trio’s faces and his dad’s frantic, further away, cut it out motion. “But obviously that’s because Batman’s busy putting on his gear, right?”

“And how do you figure that…?” Dick asks, tense.

“Uh, he always knows when you’re in trouble? He always comes in minutes of you guys getting held hostage. Is his base on the manor grounds? Oh, is it a secret that you’re funding him? Don’t worry! I know how to keep a secret! Can you tell the new Robin that I think he’s the best?” Tim grins cutely up at Batman. Ah, he means Brucie Wayne.

“Sure can, kiddo! Don’t tell anyone else, okay?” Jason swoops in, grinning back Tim.

Eeee!

As he nods, Tim can’t help mentioning the cubes. “Oh, sorry about the cubes! I thought I’d be able to track them with their shoe print if Batman and Robin came to save you guys but I guess that wasn’t going to happen. I’m really sorry!” He uses the “cute duckling” face and Dick visibly melts.

“No problem, Timmy! You should come over to play Clue with us sometime! I think you’d be good at it.”

“Oh! Really?” His words becomes a bit more genuine. “I’ve never played it. My mom and dad aren’t around much so. Um. Would it be okay if we do?”

“This weekend.” Brucie Wayne’s voice suddenly became more firm. “I’ll talk to your parents about it.

—-

As Tim waves the Wayne’s goodbye, he hears from Dick, “You only like him because he said you’re the best.”

And Jason’s reply, “Because he’s got good taste,” made the rest of his night. Not week, because tomorrow, he gets to poke around Wayne manor again!

[callmelola111]

loser!ellie ♡ dating app headcanons

synopsis: totally sfw hc’s of loser!ellie (modern au) on dating apps, including a cute little 1st date scenario. basically just pure fluff !!!

      | 𓆣 | pairing & wc: ellie williams x reader. wc: 1.4k

a/n: never written headcanons before, crazy ass shit. idk if i did it exactly right but i think it will be an entertaining read no matter what. i’ve recently caved and downloaded hinge which is what inspired this---but there’s only like 40 gay bitches on there and that’s it (also like no mascs?? i’m attracted to any kind of non-man but still,,, the shortage is real y’all). ALSO let me know if this is something you’d like a nsfw/smut part 2 of. much loveeee ♡~ lola

| ❀ | loser!ellie who took weeks of convincing from dina and jesse to finally download hinge after she wouldn’t shut up about how she’s “never beating the loser lesbian allegations”. truly she could have any girl she wants but just doesn’t know how to speak to them in real life. they were so fed up with her bullshit.

| 𓆣 | loser!ellie who only has like 3 pictures of her actual face so the rest of the photos on her hinge profile are just art pics and gay memes

| ❀ | loser!ellie who had to beg dina for help writing all the little prompts just to reject all her ideas because she’d “never say something like that!”

| 𓆣 | loser!ellie who started getting so cocky as soon as those likes began to roll in. saying some shit like “ooo i have rizz” in the cringiest way possible. jesse just says it’s cause there’s a masc lesbian shortage and of course she flips him off in response.

| ❀ | loser!ellie whose cockiness immediately leaves her body when she realizes she has to go through the likes and accept/reject every girl. eventually she just gave up and stopped looking because it felt “too mean” and like “too much work”.

| 𓆣 | loser!ellie who SUCKS at responding to messages and likes after she lost all interest about 2 days into having the app. that is until she stumbled upon your profile…

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| ❀ | loser!ellie whose glued to her notifications after she matched with you on hinge. at this point you’re her fixation, and every other message besides yours are going unanswered. as soon as she works up the courage to ask for your number, and you oblige, she immediately deletes the app.

| 𓆣 | loser!ellie who stares at her screen for like 5 minutes straight at the first text message she plans to send you, even though it was literally just “hey, is this y/n?”. she even googled the difference in connotations between hi, hey, and hello. it’s safe to say the girl is straight up mental about you.

| ❀ | loser!ellie who gets more and more unhinged as y’all get better acquainted with each other through texts. eventually she's spamming you with updates about her day, instagram memes that she thinks are funny, and an occasional flirty message—but of course, she’s waiting for that first date to really test the romantic waters. like yes she’s obsessed with you, but to the extent where she’s so scared to screw things up so every little move she makes is with caution and regard to your feelings and boundaries. it’s honestly super sweet.

| 𓆣 | loser!ellie who eventually asked you on a first date after you sent like 3 different flirty memes to get the point across that you like her a lot and wanna be taken out for real. you definitely were sending her some shit like this…

| ❀ | loser!ellie who planned out a whole agenda for y’alls first date so it would be absolutely perfect. she refused to tell you where she was taking you or what you guys would be doing because she thought it would be better as a surprise. and although you were kinda stressing about what to wear and what to expect, the element of mystery was kind of endearing.

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| 𓆣 | loser!ellie who pulls up to your house in her little beat up sedan that she had cleaned for like the first time ever just before she came and picked you up. there was still clearly some reminisce of her mess as seen on the stained seats and crumbs on the floor, but you didn’t mind—yours was just as bad (probably worse).

| ❀ | loser!ellie who took you out for sushi as the first stop on your date, to which she graciously paid for even with you fighting to put your card down on the table first. she looked so adorable with her little california roll, and even cuter when she accidentally got too much wasabi in a bite and was fiending for water while simultaneously trying to play it cool in front of you. you just laughed which immediately made her feel better about the whole thing. 

| 𓆣 | loser!ellie who then took you to your town’s expansive park to walk the dirt trails and just talk. neither of you had ever gotten along with someone so well, the conversation was absolutely effortless. you talked about all your interests, funny life stories, your fears, and so much more. ellie listened attentively with nods and affirmations throughout which made you feel so cared for, something most girls on dating apps could never do. you extended the courtesy back and ellie told you all about her own stuff, including her obsession with space, to which she pulled out her favorite book on the topic to show you. space had never really piqued your interest before, but when it was coming out of the freckled girl's mouth, it seemed like the coolest thing in the world.

| ❀ | loser!ellie who sat next to you on one of the park’s wooden benches. time had flown by and neither of you had realized until your head was resting on her shoulder as the sun set in front of you. the orange cast hit her auburn hair just right and it looked like she was practically glowing. you couldn’t help but stare at her beauty which she noticed and with a concerned look questioned if she had anything on her face. you informed ellie of the trance she had put you in and she blushed the color of your pink nails just before leaning in to give you the most tender, loving kiss you’d ever received.

| 𓆣 | loser!ellie who couldn’t stop kissing you once she started. your lips remained locked with hers for a solid 5 minutes, lips puffy and saliva exchanging, until the sound of a dog barking a few feet away broke the exchange. the energy had shifted in the best way possible and the both of you quickly opened up about how much you liked one another. one thing lead to another and suddenly ellie has out her pocket knife and is carving an E + R (reader) into the wood of the park bench. how lesbian of you guys ♡

| ❀ | loser!ellie who didn’t want the date to end and you were right there with her, so you somehow found yourselves in an empty parking lot at 9:00pm, drinking slurpees while she tried to teach you how to skate. it started off as a real attempt with her teaching you the basics like where to put your feet and the importance of bending your knees. after about 4 different falls onto the dirty asphalt you gave up on your genuine pursuits. discouraged, you sat right down on the board, knees up, before ellie gave you a push and you rolled across the lot. she was laughing her ass off and you were too until you hit a bump and tumbled off. 

| 𓆣 | loser!ellie who bolted into the CVS the parking lot belonged to and bought a bunch of unnecessary first aid items for the small cut on your knee. she came back out of the sliding doors and you died of laughter as she pulled out a box of peppa pig bandaids for your skating “injury”. ellie insisted you needed to be taken care of though, so you let her do her thing and she finished it off with a small peck to the cap of your knee and one on your forehead.

| ❀ | loser!ellie who spent the trip back to your place with one hand on the wheel and the other on your thigh, driving you absolutely wild. you almost had to remind yourself that this was just the first date.

| 𓆣 | loser!ellie who had been parked in your driveway for 10 minutes already but continued to stall your departure with more of her shenanigans. soon she ran out of things to say though and leaned over to kiss you goodbye. this goodbye turned into more and you ended up in her lap before the night was over. it wasn’t until your back hit the steering wheel making the car honk that you finally exited the vehicle. 

| ❀ | loser!ellie who waited for you to completely make it inside before she drove home, giving you a final little wave as you opened the front door. after she was back at her place she instantly texted you about date 2 and thanked you for the best night of her life. in her eyes, you were a keeper!

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[99thpercentile]

I get the feeling that I'm in the minority here, but I posit that GLaDOS actually is Caroline, and only "not the same person" in the sense that you'd look at your younger self and be like "that bitch ain't me." I think you actually have to go out of your way to interpret them as two separate people.

evidence:

voiced by the same person (I know the initial reasoning was that Valve didn't want to hire another voice actor for a few lines, but in casting Ellen McLain as Caroline, they incorporated her being the same person into the story).

GLaDOS automatically joins in saying "Yes sir, Mister Johnson" like saying it is permanently ingrained in her. you can interpret this as Caroline taking over, but she says "Why did I just—" immediately afterwards.

when GLaDOS talks about hearing the voice of a conscience, she says "for the first time it's MY voice." I don't think she means that she's hearing the woman she gets her literal voice from. she highlights it as distinctly DIFFERENT from hearing the voices of the cores, and I imagine if Caroline were a foreign entity whispering in her ear, the effect would've been much the same.

the GLaDOS project was originally started because Cave was dying and wanted his consciousness uploaded to a computer. the intent was always for the upload to be the same person. he said if he died first, he wanted Caroline to run the place, to be put in his computer. and that's exactly what happened.

GLaDOS not remembering she's Caroline until old Aperture always made sense to me as the result of a deliberate choice on the part of the scientists. Caroline didn't want to be uploaded, and as soon as they switched GLaDOS on, she tried to kill everyone. it's logical for the scientists to think that if they suppressed her memories, she'd have no reason to try to kill them (but instead, she was just filled with murderous rage and no longer knew why).

the story just doesn't have the same impact otherwise. GLaDOS's reactions to rediscovering old Aperture make more sense if it's her past she's rediscovering, rather than the past of...a human that was shoved into the chassis with her. if it were the second one, I think she would just feel violated, not have any major revelations.

counter-evidence:

"now little Caroline is in here too" lyric from Want You Gone

GLaDOS says she found out "where Caroline lives in [her] brain" and deleted her, like she's a separate entity

but GLaDOS is a habitual liar. she acts like deleting Caroline means she's fully back to her old self and has gotten rid of the part of her that made her want to save Chell's life, but there's...lots of evidence that she still cares about Chell after the fact (letting her go anyway, the companion cube, the turret opera if you think GLaDOS arranged that, talking to the co-op bots about Chell like she's an ex she's still heartbroken over...). I also think GLaDOS would like to imagine her and Caroline as two separate entities, in the same way you might find your younger self embarrassing and want to distance yourself from that person. I think it's notable that both instances where she refers to Caroline as a separate entity are at the end of the game, after Chell has been passed out a while and she's had time to process everything and compartmentalize. her instinct when the revelations are first happening is to refer to Caroline as if she is her.

now I don't like stories where a robot has to become or be seen as more human in some way for them to be sympathetic. but I think Portal 2 is an excellent subversion of this trope, because GLaDOS is a robot that learns she used to be human and then discards that humanity (symbolically if not literally). Caroline may not have wanted to be uploaded, but from the Want You Gone lyrics "one day they woke me up / so I could live forever / it's such a shame the same will never happen to you" I think we can say that GLaDOS definitely prefers being a robot now that she is one.

anyway this post was supposed to be much shorter than this, thank you for coming to my Ted Talk

[kaliforniahigh]

birds of a feather, we should stick together - n.s. (part two - final)

Best friends to lovers, fake dating and best friend Noah <3 A little something to start the year right!

Warnings: slow burn I guess? curse words, Noah is a little bitch towards Jade lol a shitty ex makes an appearance, pining, idiots in love, smut (oral, fem and male receiving, unprotected p in v), me not knowing how to end fics.

WC: 7.2k (I proofread this, but if there are any mistakes, let me know!)

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The salty air already filled your lungs as soon as you stepped outside the airport and into the humid air. You fished your sunglasses that were hanging on the collar of your shirt and put them on. You heard Noah laughing lightly beside you.

"We're not even at the beach yet", he pointed out and you just shrugged your shoulders.

"We'll be soon", you answered as you looked for a taxi to take you to the resort.

Noah and the driver put your bags in the trunk and you got in the backseat. Pulling up the name of the resort to show the driver, who was a man and appeared to be in his thirties.

On the drive there, he told you how you were going to love it here, especially since you were staying in one of the nicest resorts in the area. You looked at Noah and wiggled your eyebrows, who just shook his head with a little smile playing on his lips. He didn't want to cave and admit he was going to have a good time.

As soon as you arrived, you gave the driver a tip and thanked him. You and Noah making your way to the reception. Jade informed you to give your names and ID, and that the room was already booked in advance.

You were so distracted with balancing your purse and carry-on luggage, that you didn't understand when Noah let out a quiet "oh shit, here we go", beside you.

You soon understood though, when you heard Jade's semi shrill voice coming from the reception just a few steps ahead of you.

"I'm so glad you made it!", she exclaimed, maing your way towards you. Of course she would be waiting for her guests at the entrance. You gave Noah a pointed look from over your sunglasses, that told him to keep this conversation civil.

"Hi, Jade! We're so excited to be here", you told her, and opened your arms to giver her a hug.

Noah wanted to have your abilities to fake enthusiasm, but he was afraid he couldn't. So, he kept a neutral expression when Jade separated from you and looked over at him.

"Hi, Noah", she said, appraising him. "You haven't changed much", she pointed out, the little jab in her tone of voice not going unnoticed by you.

"You have", Noah answered, and you braced yourself for the snide remark that was surely coming. "Especially your face", he said, with an overly sweet smile on his lips.

Jade's face soureded immediately and she diverted her eyes from him and looked back at you.

"Well, your room should be ready, just talk to the receptionist over there", she pointed behind her, Noah going ahead of you and muttering under his breath about how that's what you were trying to fucking do before she interrupted you. "Then", Jade clapped her hands excitedly. "The resort is all ours!", she exclaimed and you smiled at her enthusiasm.

"Thanks, Jade", you adjusted the purse on your shoulder. "I should get settled in. I see you around?"

"Yes, of course", she gave you another hug and you made your way to where Noah was standing, the card to your room already in his hand.

When you were both out of earshot, and walking towards the elevator, Noah started on his little rant.

"How can she tell me I haven't changed much? I cut my hair, my band is so much more famous now and look how buff I've gotten over the years", he flexed his arms a little bit to get his point across, and you chuckled beside him. Getting in the elevator when the doors opened in front of you, and pushing the button to your floor.

"She's just saying that to get to you", you argued and he knew it was true. "I mean, lucky me, who has a boyfriend who's so famous and tours the whole world singing in front of thousands of people. Who's so strong and has such nice, buff and tatted arms", you gripped his biceps and he had a little bashful smile on his lips.

"That's right", he said, nodding his head in affirmation.

"Is that what you wanted to hear?", you asked him.

"I mean, not from her. But it's nice when you say it. You can keep going, actually"

"Would it make you feel better if I told you her husband totally has a receding hairline, while you have nice and luscious hair?", you said and he laughed out loud at this. He didn't know if you were joking with this information, but he played along with you.

"It makes me feel so much better"

The elevator doors opened and the two of you stepped out. You grabbed his hand to look at the card he was holding.

"What's the room number again?", you asked, when you noticed it wasnt written on it.

"612", he answered and you two went about trying to find the direction of your room.

When you finally found it, Noah scanned the card and you two made your way in, shutting the door behind you.

When you and Noah looked at the room though, you couldn't help but stop in your tracks at how beautiful everything was. To the king sized bed, to the stunning view of the ocean from the sliding glass doors. You probably haven't seen a place so beautiful before in your life.

"I can already tell I'm gonna have the best sleep of my life here.", Noah said and you couldn't help but agree.

"Just imagine, laying on the bed and hearing the sounds of the ocean. The waves crashing on the shore", you marveled, as you set your bags down on the floor and got prepared to put everything away.

"Yeah. Your snores too", Noah said and you wipped your head to look at him.

"I already told you, I don't fucking snore", you told him, but you knew he said it just to mess with you. He knew how much you hated when he insinuated that you snore.

"And I already told you that you do. In fact, I'm going to record you one day to prove it to you", he teased you once more, loving the way you huffed and puffed in annoyance.

"You've said that a hundred times, but have never actually done it", you dismissed him, walking towards the bathroom to put your stuff on the counter.

"It has a fucking tub in here", you yelled from the bathroom, and he made his way over to see it for himself.

"This dude is actually fucking loaded", Noah remarked and you nodded in agreement.

You two worked together to unpack everything, finding new things about this room as you walked and inspected it. As soon as you were done, you grabbed your bikini and went to the bathroom to change. You picked all your best outfits for this trip, and your best bikini happened to be one with an intricate pattern on the back that you couldn't figure out how to tie.

Sighing in defeat, you decided to summon some help.

"Noah", you called out his name.

He walked from the bed to the bathroom door and stopped right in front of it. "Yeah?".

"Get in here. I need your help with this bikini", you said and saw the door open from the huge mirror in front of you. "I can't tie this", you complained to him.

Noah couldn't help but notice how the only thing keeping your top from falling down completely, were you hands holding them against your boobs. He had to look away, because his swin shorts were already thin, and he didn't need a hard on right in front of you. He cleared his throat and grabbed the two thin straps of your bikini.

"Why do you have to pick the most complicated one?", he asked, keeping a safe distance from you, noticing how your bum was barely covered from your bikini bottom.

"It's the nicest one I have", you argued back and Noah could see why you picked this one. It was certainly nice on you.

"There, I tied it", he said, patting you on the back twice and stepping away from you. You turned around to face him.

"You tied it tight, right? Can't be at the beach and suddenly give everyone a show"

Noah thought that wouldn't be so bad, actually.

Shit, why the fuck was he suddenly having thoughts about seeing your tits?

"Don't worry", he rolled his eyes at your statement, trying to look as if he wasn't affected by it, and made his way out of the bathroom, you following right behind.

"I'm gonna put some suncreen on your back, because I don't need you red as a tomato and complaining that it hurts", you pointed out and Noah acted as if he was personally attacked by your remak.

"What are you talking about? That only happened everytime we went to the beach ever", he crossed his arms in front of him and you laughed, grabbing the sunscreen bottle and telling him to turn around.

Spreading a nice amount on his back, and covering every inch of skin possible, you handed him the bottle and turned around yourself, silently asking for him to do the same with you.

Noah started to talk about how he wanted to try every cocktail they have on the menu, but you tuned out his voice as soon as his hand came in contact with your back.

It was a fact, and everyone knew he had huge hands, but to have them splayed on your almost naked back, warm and steady was a different feeling completely. You noticed how he had to lift the straps of you bikini to get suncreen underneath, and suddenly you felt lightheaded, imagining the scenario in a completely different circumstance.

Shaking your head from your thoughts, you noticed he was done, and you told him he could keep the bottle so he could put sunscreen everywhere else, and that you'd be in the bathroom, getting your hair ready.

In no time, you were both strolling around the resort, finding the perfect place for you to lounge around.

"There's a pool with a bar in it", Noah pointed out and that's where you decided to settle.

Getting in the pool, you both sat on the stools covered by water and ordered your first drinks of the day.

The sky was clear and the sun was beaming in the sky. You skin was already warm, and you were hoping for a natural tan by the end of your stay here. Looking around you, you saw children playing in the water, people sunbathing and a few people taking some dancing classes in the distance.

However, as you were about to turn around to take the drink the bartender had just set in front of you and Noah, your eyes fell on someone you haven't seen in ages. Someone you hoped you'd never see again.

Taking off your sunglasses, you did a double take, making sure your eyes weren't deceiving you. And sure enough, your high school ex was standing right there, chatting with his other dude bro friends you recognize from school as well.

"You have to be shitting me", you muttered under your breath.

"What?", Noah asked, taking a sip from the straw with a little colorful umbrella on it. You turned around and put your head in your hands.

"Dan is right over there", you informed him, and he looked behind the two of you to confirm.

"Well shit", he said. "Idiot Dan sure is right over there", he turned back to look at you, a displeased look on his face as well.

Noah knew Dan very well. He was the first guy to break your heart at the ripe age of 14. You were dating Dan, but what you didn't know, was that Dan was dating every other girl in school. And you found out in the worst way possible.

You found him kissing another girl under the bleachers.

You and Noah always skipped class hidden under the bleachers, and that day, it was no different. But, he did find it very weird when he found you running out of the gym with tears streaming down your face. That's when Noah started calling him Idiot Dan. Because to him, any guy who had you, and let you slip through his fingers, was a complete idiot.

And Jade knew about the history, so why did she have to invite him?

"Well, look who it is", you heard a distinct voice behind you, and you rolled your eyes before turning around to face him, Noah doing the same. "I always knew this was going to happen", Dan said, pointing at you and Noah.

And that's when you remembered that you're supposed to be a couple. So you leaned a little more towards Noah and you felt him wrap an arm around your waist. His hand a little wet, but warm against your skin, brought you a little comfort in the wake of this conversation.

"Hi, Dan", you greeted him, not trying to hide the displeased tone in your voice.

"I hope the couple is enjoying the beautiful place", he said, waving his hand around him towards the imensity of the resort.

"We'd be enjoying it a lot more if you left us alone", Noah said, in a clipped tone. Every interaction between them ever since you found out Dan was cheating on you was full of rude remarks and even a few curse words.

"Chill man", Dan said in a light tone. "Even if I could, I don't wanna whisk her away from you, so don't worry about it"

Dan was doing it on purpose, and you could tell. Noah gripped you harder and pushed you closer towards him, your hips now meeting his.

"I'll go back to my friends. Have a lovely day", Dan said and made his way to the other side of the pool, where his friends were congregated.

"I hope he fucking drowns", Noah growled beside you, but didn't let go of you just yet.

"How can someone be so despicable? I can't believe I was into him when I was 14", you huffed in annoyance and grabbed your drink once again. You were ready to order another just to forget this interaction ever happened.

Luckily for you, the pool was huge, so Dan's presence on the other side didn't really bother you that much, as you swam back and forth and tried to float, ultimately failing and hearing Noah's laugh from the bar.

Now, you had both of your arms resting on the edge of the pool, feet swaying back and forth. You heard some splashing and felt Noah's presence beside you.

"Are you done tasting all the drinks?", you asked him, looking in his direction. His hair was wet, and his long front pieces were stuck to his forehead in a funny way. You used your finger to push them around and get them out of his face.

"I have a few left, actually", he smiled. "I was observing Dan and his friends over there"

You knew that Noah's protective instinct had kicked in ever since the interaction between you.

"You don't have to worry. I already forgot it happened", you tried to ease his mind a bit.

"He was pointing at you and telling his friends something about you"

"Ugh", you groaned in reply. "Just let it be, he's an asshole", you tried to look back at the group of guys to see if they were still talking about you, but Noah's grip on your shoulder distracted you.

"I thought it was my duty as your boyfriend to make them stop", he got a little closer to you, and his words piqued your interest.

"Oh yeah? And how do you plan on making them stop?", you asked, a little amused.

"Do you trust me?", he asked, and you scoffed.

"Of course I trust you"

As soon as the words left your mouth, you felt Noah's soft lips on yours. His hand that was on your shoulder moved to the back of your neck, and you rested your palm on his chest.

The kiss didn't evolve much from a long peck on the lips, since Noah didn't want to push his luck too much and scare you away.

He parted from you, but kept his face close to yours.

"Was he looking?", you asked. Noah looked over your shoulder, locking eyes with Dan, who had a more than displeased look on his face. He smirked a little and looked back at you.

"I don't think he was", he said, voice low, only for you to hear.

"Then I guess you'll have to kiss me again"

"I guess so", he smirked before planting his lips back on yours for a second time.

This time, though, you didn't let it stay a shy little peck, opening your mouth and moving your lips against his. You felt him slip his fingers through your wet locks and gripping the back of your neck.

You let out a little gasp at the feeling, and suddenly, what you were doing became much more real, as you parted your lips from his, both of you breathing heavier and with your eyes closed.

Looking back over your shoulders, Dan and his friends were nowhere to be seen.

You and Noah have been trying to act as if the kiss didn't happen, and besides that, things have been pretty normal, for the most part.

Everytime you looked at him, you refrained from remembering how soft his lips felt against yours, and how nice and firm his hand felt on the back of your neck. You had to constantly shake the thoughts from your head.

On the next day, you met Jade and the girls for a few drinks and she explained to you that she actually didn't invite Dan. Turns out, he works at the same clinic as her husband, and they're both pretty close. And when she saw the name on the list, the thought of it being him never crossed her mind.

But it's ok, you haven't crossed paths with him yet after that encounter. Besides, you wouldn't let something that happened years ago ruin your stay in this beautiful place.

Today, you and Noah had to wake up extra early, since it was the wedding day. You requested a clothes iron so you could iron your dress and Noah's suit and hang it in the closet so it wouldn't crease.

You also had to get your hair and makeup ready, and since you weren't a bridesmaid, you were on your own for this one. You just hoped you didn't forget anything essential at home.

"What if I just wear the dress shirt and leave the suit jacket here?", Noah said. He's been spiraling over his clothes for the last 15 minutes.

"I already told you", you sighed out loud. "Jade said you can wear only the dress shirt and roll the sleeves up. It's a beach wedding after all", you went back to pressing the beautyblender on your face.

"Yeah, and it requires dress shoes?", he scoffed in indignation.

"There's gonna be a tarp over the sand, you won't get sand in your shoes", you rolled your eyes at his dilemma.

"It would've been much better if I could wear my grass flip flops", he muttered under his breath. "I think it fits with the place too".

"I'm gonna throw you over this balcony if you say that one more time", you threatened, but he could tell you were holding back your laugh. "I had to physically remove that abomination from your suitcase"

He threw himself on the bed behind you, putting his hands under his head and watched you get ready.

"Have you showered already?", you asked him.

"No", he answered. "We have 2 hours still"

"What are you gonna do with your hair?", you looked at him from the mirror as you applied some rosy blush to your cheeks. Your look wasn't overcomplicated, but you did want to look healthy and bronzed.

"Hmm", he thought about your quesiton. "What do you mean? I'm doing this with my hair", he waved his hand over his head, where his hair already feel in a perfect swoop.

You groaned.

"Ugh, I wish I was a guy. You'll probably start getting ready fifteen minutes before we have to leave, and then be ready before me", you pointed out. He turned on his side, facing towards where you were sitting.

"I don't understand why you have to do all that", he pointed to the vanity and all your makeup spread over it.

"Because I like to look good?", you answered as if it was obvious.

"You already look good all the time", he shrugged his shoulder as best as he could laying on the bed, acting as if his remark was the most normal thing ever.

And it probably was, if it wasn't for the butterflies dancing all over your stomach.

You decided to not unpack this feeling right now, not having the time for it, and went back to doing your makeup.

Your hairstyle was simple enough. Some updo you were used to doing all the time, just to keep the hair out of your face. Your dress was a light shade of blue, since it was in the wedding's color palette.

Soon enough, you were putting on your dress, and Noah was getting showered and changed. You put on some perfume and the smell permeated the entire bedroom.

You were strapping on your sandals when Noah emerged from the bathroom.

"How many buttons...", he trailed off when you looked up at him from where you were on the bed. You looked like a fairy in your dress. Your makeup was light, but it accentuated your features and he was starstruck for a moment.

You've gone out with him many times befores. He's seen you in this setting many times before. Why did he feel so differently now?

"What?", you asked, and went back to trying to clasp the strap of your sandals behind your ankle. You were struggling though, and he noticed it.

He kneeled in front of you, and gently moved your hands away. "I was gonna ask how many buttons should I leave undone?", he asked and grasped the straps in his hands, the feeling of his fingers on your ankles prompting goosebumps up your legs. You hoped he didn't notice.

"Oh", you swallowed. "Maybe two is enough?", you offered, as he stood up, all done with your heels, and that's when you really looked at him.

His hair was still slightly damp from the shower, but it was his shirt that caught your attention. It was white and quite see through, and you could see the array of tattoos adorning his chest and abdomen, revealing the lack of an undershirt. For a second, you regretted telling him to leave his suit jacket behind.

Before he could catch you staring though, you turned around and grabbed your purse, making sure you had everything you'd need.

The ceremony was breathtaking, like you thought it would be. The set up was beautiful, white flowers everywhere and an arch decorated right above where the bride and groom were standing. It wasn't over the top - if you ignored the luxurious resort just a few steps away from the beach - but it made you emotional as the bride and groom shared their vows.

Noah, when he noticed you were about to start crying, leaned closer to you and whispered in your ear.

"You were right about the receding hairline", and you had to disguise your snort as a sob, so people around you didn't notice you holding in your laugh.

Now, at the party, people were mingling about and talking. Noah left to get you a drink and as he was waiting at the bar, he felt a presence beside him.

Jade stood there, now in a different dress, and they both didn't say a word for a few seconds.

"You know", Jade started, resting her elbows on the bar top. "I get it now".

"What do you get now?", Noah countered, confused.

"When we were all teenagers, and I observed you and Y/N together, I knew you two would end up together at some point", Jade observed. Noah kept an attentive eye on her. For once, she didn't have an accusatory or judgmental tone in her voice. "I've been observing you two for these past couple of days, and I can tell that you really care for her. It was always like this, but something's different now. You look at her like she hung the moon and the stars in the sky. It's really beautiful to see".

Noah didn't know what to say. You and him always had to deal with people saying you two would end up together, but you two always thought it was just people not believing that a man and a woman could be friends without actually dating.

His eyes drifted to you, chatting with your friends, with a smile on your face, and he realized that yes, he did look at you like you hung the moon and the stars in the sky. Because for him, you did.

"So, with that being said, I'm warning you not to break her heart. She deserves someone good, and I believe you could be that for her", Jade stated.

"I'm not gonna break her heart, Jade. You don't have to worry", Noah affirmed. He didn't remember the last time they could agree on something.

"I know you're not. I'm just telling you though"

And with that, Jade made her way back to the party, and out of the corner of his eyes, he could see you walking towards him, a slightly worried look on your face.

"I saw Jade here, I was coming to intervene just in case something happened", you said and Noah smiled at your concerned expression, as he handed you your drink.

"Don't worry. Nothing happened. We were just talking"

You gave him a skeptical look, but didn't pry any further.

The party went on with a lot of music. Eventually, you and Noah just took your shoes off and decided to go barefoot for the remainder of the night.

You saw the guests congratulating the couple before leaving to go to their respective rooms, the party dying down slowly, until there was only a few people left.

As the sun was setting, you observed the waves crashing on the shore, the soft wind blowing and the moon casting it's glow on the sand.

Suddenly, you had an idea.

"What if we get in the water?", you proposed to Noah, who was standing beside you.

"They don't allow clothes in the pool", he observed, but you shook your head.

"I mean in the ocean", you pointed to the imensity of water in front you both. "We've been here for a couple of days but haven't gotten in the water yet"

"Y/N, it's going to ruin your dress"

You looked around you and an idea popped into your head.

"Come on", you took his hand in yours and led him away from the party, walking along the sand.

"Where are we going?", he asked, a little confused. You just kept walking until the people from the wedding looked like distant figures in the night sky.

Then, you started to take off your dress.

"Oh my God, what are you doing?", Noah exclaimed as he tried to cover his eyes so he wouldn't look at you in only your bra and panties.

"I'm going in the water. You can either go in with me, or you can stay here and watch", you had a mischievous smile on your face, and in this moment, Noah thought you'd be the death of him, as you slowly walked towards the ocean water, beckoning him to go in like a siren.

"Fuck", he muttered under his breath, before starting to unbutton his shirt and undo his belt, leaving himself only in his boxers. He was glad he at least picked a black one for the night.

You were already in the water when he ran behind you, splashing water everywhere and grabbing you by the hips, swaying you around. You laughed and shrieked from the feeling and the cold water hitting your body.

When he released you, you walked further into the ocean and splashed water on his face, getting his chest and hair wet. He did the same to you, and you stayed there, playing in the water like little kids until one of you called for a truce.

You and Noah were breathless from the activities, but had big smiles on your faces. The water was up to your chest, but barely reached Noah's since he was much taller than you.

"I wish I knew how to float", you observed, moving your arms around the surface of the water, eyes fixed on the tiny waves the motion created.

"I can teach you", Noah proposed, extending his arms towards you.

"How are you gonna teach me?", you asked, a little amused at the idea.

"You just lay down on my arms and I'll keep you afloat", he explained, like it was the easiest thing in the world.

You took a few, slow steps until you reached him. He had his arms extended in front of him, and you tried to float so he could grab you from underneath.

The feeling was strange, you could feel his arms under your back, albei a little soft because of the natural movement from the water, and the feeling that he could let go of you anytime and you'd fall in the water was overwhelming.

"Don't let me go", you said, looking at him. He could sense the uneasiness in your voice.

"I'd never", he reassured you, and you both stayed there, under the moonlight, as Noah held you and you extended your arms beside you, feeling the most carefree you had in a long time.

It was Noah who broke the silence.

"I'm glad I came on this trip".

"I'm glad you came too".

You were both looking at each other, and even in the night, you could see the droplets of water on his eyelashes, and the way his hair stuck to his forehead like it always did. You reached forward to push the strands out of the way, but Noah grabbed your hand. He brought your hand to his lips and gave your palm a kiss.

The atmosphere became charged, as you shifted from your position and went back to standing up in the water, this time, in front of him.

"I think I realized something", he told you, voice quiet, the sound of the ocean served as a background to his confession. "I love you. And I love you as so much more than what I thought I did. And I had this feeling blooming in my heart from the very first time I looked at you. But now", he licked his lips, getting closer to you, your chest touching his. "Now, the feeling grew and spilled over and I can't live anymore without telling you this"

You were stunned by his words. He looked so vulnerable under the moonlight.

"The only thing I thought about these last few days was how I wanted to taste your lips for the rest of my life", you murmured to him, hands splaying themselves over his wet chest. "I love you so much. I love how you take care of me, I love how you defend me, I love the way you accept to do crazy things with me and for me", you smiled at this last one. "It's always been you, and I'm glad I told the girls that day at the restaurant that you were my boyfriend, because it led us to this moment".

"My lips are yours to taste for the rest of eternity, baby", he said, before placing his lips on yours, the saltiness of the ocean mixing with the taste of him, and even though your feet were planted on the sand beneath you, you felt as if you were floating.

His hands went underwater and grabbed your hips, bringing your bodies closer. But you weren't satisfied, so, with the help of the ocean water, you wrapped your legs around his middle, and the feeling of every part of you touching him sent Noah into a spiral.

He put both of his hands under the swell of your ass, and parted briefly from your lips.

"Is this ok?", his eyes were almost closed from how good he was feeling right now, and you started to kiss his neck and down his chest.

"It's more than ok", you whispered into his skin, and slowly ground your center over his stomach. Noah let out a low growl and gripped your ass harder.

"Fuck, baby", he said through a hiss. "Gotta get you inside our room right now".

You nodded in agreement, and reluctantly let go of him, and you both made your way to the sand, Noah swatting your ass in the process.

"I hope no one stole our clothes", you observed, but you could see two mounds of fabric forgotten in the sand.

"It's not like we're gonna put them on anyways. We're soaking wet", Noah countered.

"Yeah, I'm soaking wet alright", you teased him, and he groaned and threw his head back in exasperation. "I think it's late enough and we can sneak through the resort like this"

"I hope we don't get arrested for public indecency", Noah joked and you laughed at the ridiculous idea.

You both made it through the resort just fine, with almost no one spotting you, giggling the whole time. You decided to take the stairs instead of the elevator, that way, you and Noah didn't risk running into someone in just your soaked underwear.

You got into your room out of breath, and Noah closed and locked the door behind the two of you. You stood at the end of the bed, a smile playing on your lips. Noah made his way over to you, resting his hands on your hips.

"Well, we can't mess up the bed with our wet clothes, right?", you noted, and Noah smirked at your insinuation.

"Guess we'll just have to take them off, then?", he suggested and you nodded in reply. The room fell into a comfortable silence, only your breaths could be heard, and the ocen in the distance, from the open balcony door.

Noah's fingers danced over your stomach, up your arms and collarbone, finally reaching the straps of your bra, and slipping them off your shoulders one at a time. You held your breath when he reached behind you to unclasp your bra, letting it fall to the floor with a quiet thud.

"Breath, baby. It's just me", he whispered in the space between you, and you let out a breath, smiling up at him and meeting his eyes to see him smiling back at you.

You grabbed one of his hand, placing it in the hem of your panties, silently asking for him to take it off, and he complied. You kept your eyes on him and you could see his composure faltering a bit when his eyes fell on your naked form.

His head leaned down to plant kisses all over your top half, walking you backwards to let you sit on the bed. His large hand massaged one of your breasts, as his mouth sucked on the other one.

You threw your head back at the sensation, moving your hand to rest on his hair, combing your fingers through it, trying to anchor yourself so you wouldn't go crazy from the feeling of his lips on you.

Noah alternated his movements, and you could already feel the wetness between your legs. You spread them open slightly, an invitation for him to move his lips lower, and he caught on, moving his kisses to your stomach and down your navel.

You laid back on the bed, his hands gripping the back of your kness, spreading your legs further part.

Noah inhaled sharply when he saw you exposed in front of him, your already glistening cunt begging for his attention. He swiped his thumb over your slit, and your body jerked from the sensation, and he could hear your silent whimper from where you were laying.

He situated himself on the floor, in front of you, and placed his mouth where you needed him the most.

The feeling was new and unlike anything you've ever felt before. You tried to hold back, but you could feel your orgasm building rapidly from the feeling of his warm mouth. You were so worked up from the moment in the ocean, that in just a couple of minutes, you were grabbing his hair and distancing his face from your center.

"What's wrong, baby?", he asked, resting his head on your thigh.

"I'm almost there already", you said, breathless.

"Then let me make you cum"

"It's too early", you noted, but he shook his head.

"C'mon, pretty girl. Let yourself cum on my mouth, yeah? I want it", he placed a few kisses on the inside of your thigh, before running his tongue over your clit once again.

It only took a few laps to get you writhing underneath him. Noah placed his hand on your stomach to try and keep you in place. The moans falling from your lips the prettiest sound he's ever heard.

Once you calmed down a bit, he made his way up your body to see your face resting in complete bliss, eyes closed and chest moving up and down rapidly.

You opened your eyes to meet his, raising your head off the bed to place your lips on his, tasting yourself on his tongue. Once you separated, you noticed he still had his briefs on.

His fingers were absentmindedly running up and down your arm, when you grabbed them and placed a kiss on the tip of his fingers. After, you opened your mouth to let your tongue run over his middle and ring finger.

Noah thought it was impossible for his dick to get any harder, but every second it went by, you proved him wrong. Especially when you slipped two of his fingers inside your mouth, sucking on them while maintaining eye contact.

"I want your cock in my mouth", you said, letting a trail of spit run down your chin.

"Fuck, you can have everything you want, baby", Noah muttered, stading up to take his underwear off.

You kneeled on the bed when he laid down, straddling his legs and taking his length in your hands, stroking up and down. Noah tried to keep his eyes on you, but the sensation was too overwhelming, and he soon found his eyes screwing shut when you placed your open lips on his tip.

You didn't waste much time, taking him inch by inch and coating his dick with your saliva, moving your head up and down.

Noah's head was spiraling, and he couldn't help but grab your hair in his hand, helping your movements along. His dick twitching when you moaned around him.

"Not gonna last long", he said, voice constricted and a beautiful blush coating his cheek and chest.

"It's ok, let yourself cum in my mouth. I want it", you threw his earlier words back at him with a smirk on your lips, and a few seconds later, his body shuddered under you, legs going stiff and his warm cum coated your tongue, and you did everything you could to swallow it, even though a little was dripping down your chin.

His body laid slack on the bed, and you moved your body to lay beside him.

"I think you sucked the soul out of my body", he noted, eyes still closed and head trying to wrap around what just happened. You giggled at his remark, shaking your head even though you knew he couldn't see it.

After a few seconds, Noah deemed himself human enough again to roll over and get on top of you. You could feel his still hard dick resting just above your navel, and the though that he was about to be inside of you made you lift your hips up, looking for a little more friction.

"Someone's eager", he teased you, you only nodded and let out a little gasp when you felt his tip slipping inside.

"Ok", Noah said, trying to steel himself, as he rested his head on your chest, feeling himself slip inside of you little by little. You were letting out little gasps and clutching on to his back, and before long, he was finally fully inside you.

"Fuck, it feels so good", you whined, wanting him to move already.

"Fucking feels like this pussy was made for me", Noah grunted into your neck and started to move back and forth, lifting himself up to rest on his elbows. The feeling of your warm and wet cunt swallowing him whole made him never move from his place inside of you.

You hooked both of your ankles over his back, changing the position and you moaned when you felt him get even deeper.

With all restraints gone, his movements picked up pace and the sound of skin on skin filled the room, along with the noises Noah coaxed from your lips.

"God, you feel so fucking good", you heard him say, as he grabbed your bum, lifting you slightly from the bed, making you meet his harsh thrusts.

You could feel the hotness building in your core as he kept slamming in and out of you.

"I'm gonna cum", your voice stuttered a bit, and his was just as wrecked as yours.

"Me too, baby. C'mon, give it to me. Want to feel you squeezing round me", he slipped a hand in between your bodies, and started to rub your clit.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck....", you grabbed the pillow under your head as your body spasmed on the bed, the feeling taking over your body like hot lava.

"Fuck, I'm cumming", Noah grunted above you and his thrusts faltered a bit before the feeling of his release spilling inside of you warmed your insides. You think you could cum again just from the sensation.

"Wait here", Noah said after a few seconds of resting on top of you, as his wobbly legs made their way to the bathroom, and he came back with a towel in hand, cleaning up the mess in between your legs.

"We should take advantage of that nice tub in there", you suggested and Noah clearly agreed, getting in the bathroom again to try and figure out the perfect water temperature.

Before long, you were both soaking in the tub, bubbles coming up to your chin, as you rested your back against Noah's chest.

"You know what Jade told me at the party?", Noah said, softly.

"What?"

"She told me that I looked at you as if you hung the stars and the moon in the sky"

"That's the nicest thing she's ever told you", you joked a little.

"True", he smiled at your remark. "It's funny how everyone already knew we would end up here, but us", he mused, fingers smoothing over your hair.

"I think we would've realized at some point", your head craned back a little and you looked at him, his head already leaning down to meet your eyes.

"I'm glad it was now", he grabbed your chin, making you smile.

"Me too"

Your lips met once more in a sweet kiss, both of you conveying how much you meant to each other.

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First Kiss

Summary: your first kiss with each of the Krew!

A/N: this was requested by the lovely @amethyst-gemstone and I love doing these kind of asks so it's here and it's done! Please enjoy!!

Kremy

It a was a rushed first kiss, it was a dire situation to begin with. You didn't know how you got in the predicament you where in but here you were, hiding from a creature that wanted to eat your soul.

You held onto your dagger as you listened closely to the movements it made. The roads it kicked around as it sounded like it got closer to your hiding spot.

“Come out,” it hissed, “I just want a taste.”

You held your breath as a loud hiss came from behind you, readying your dagger to stab at anything you could reach. A sudden darkness filled the space and a steady beat of drums before you heard a yell.

“Voodoo blast!”

A sickening scream and the creature was thrown further into the cave as you heard more footsteps and shouts.

“Chérie!”

“I'm here!”

You ran from your hiding spot towards Kremy, his features going back to normal after his spell, with his arms open to you as you threw yourself on him. As soon as he was able to hold you, he pulled you in and kissed you. It was a quick kiss, as he immediately pulled away and looked you over.

“Are you alright? It didn't hurt you?”

You were too shocked to say anything before he gripped his cane as Gricko came flying over you two.

“Alright we kill this son of a bitch and I'll get you home to take care of you.”

You watched him rush in after the rest and smiled before Grickos groaning caught your attention, rushing to heal him before helping everyone else.

Gideon

Your first kiss with Gideon was kinda messy. You were in the kitchen trying to make a pie when Gideon came into the room. You smiled at him as came up behind you, wrapping an arm around your waist as he pressed a kiss to the side of your head.

“What are you doing gorgeous?”

“Just making a pie. What are you up to?”

“Watching you make pie.”

You laughed as you brought your flour out to start making the dough when you jumped as a hand smacked your ass.

“Gideon Coal!”

“That's my name,” he chuckled before you threw flour at him.

He looked down at his shirt before looking back at you. A sparkle shined in his eyes as he smirked and took a step towards you.

“Oh really? This the game we're gonna play?”

“Gideon-”

You were caught off by Gideon wrapping you in a hug before a his hand reached out and smeared flour on your face. You screeched as you struggled to get out of his grip before he let you go. He was laughing as he ran a hand through his hair.

“Looks like I won.”

You sent a glare his way as he gloated before grabbing a fistful of flour and throwing it at his face. You cackled as his face went from red to white. He wiped a hand down his face, shaking what he could from his beard, before he charged at you.

You squealed as he picked you up and rubbed his face into your neck. You smacked his shoulder with a whine as he laughed and pulled back to see how much he got on you.

You were both covered in flour and the kitchen was a mess. But as he held you up, both breathless from the fight, you could have sworn that sparkle in his eyes got brighter. His eyes went from yours to your lips and back. You wrapped your arms around his neck as he leaned in and pressed his lips against yours. You both smiled as you could feel the flour from his beard and just know it was going to get everywhere. You pulled away for a breath before he pulled you back in as he pressed you against the counter. He pulled back to take in air as he pressed his forehead against yours.

“Well we definitely need to clean this up.” You giggled as he smiled.

“We definitely need a bath. Mind if I join yours?”

“You wish,” you smacked his arm again as he shook his head and helped you clean up.

Frost

Your first kiss was warm. You remember that it was a snowy day outside. Everyone was inside and drinking hot chocolate or something else that warmed them up. Playing card games or telling stories of what they got up too before meeting you. You sat next to Frost as Gideon and Kremy got into an argument about who's retelling was correct.

You shivered a bit as a cold draft hit you and Frost noticed.

“(Y/N), are you cold?”

“Oh just a little.” You started to rub your arms before Frost opened his robe to you.

You smiled and snuggled close to him as his tail wrapped around and settled on your lap, twitching here and there. As you snuggled against him and Kremy finally just kissed Gideon to shut him up, Kremy continued his story.

Everyone was happy and content, lounging around as the snowy continued to blow hard outside. You watched from the corner of your eye as Frost's hand twitched and you noticed his face. He looked like he was concentrating and debating something in his head. His brow furrowed before his hand twitched again before he gently placed it on your thigh.

You stared at it for a second before slowly placing your hand on top, resting it there as you smiled up at him. That made him relax more. You turned your attention back to Kremy when Twig handed out more hot chocolate. You happily took a sip as it was the perfect temperature, no one could make a hot chocolate like Twig.

As it filled you with warmth, you relaxed more into Frost. You felt a puff of air as Frost let out air through his nose and deep purrs. You looked up at Frost as he was watching you and you stopped sipping your hot chocolate. You felt the chocolate on the top of your lip as Frost leaned down and bumped his forehead against yours. You smiled and pushed your head against him as he maneuvered his to the side and stuck his tongue out to lick the chocolate off your lip.

You inhaled sharply as he let out that same air and purred again as he tasted the chocolate. You let out breath from your nose in amusement before he gently pressed his lips against yours. You hummed as your nose twitched as his whiskers tickled. You felt your cheeks warm at how gently he kissed.

He pulled back as you smiled and bumped your head against his again. Frost let out a laugh as you both sat and watched as Gideon now chased Gricko around the house.

Gricko

It was a sleepy kiss. You were ready for bed by the time you got home. Running errands and chasing Hootsie in the sun made you feel warm and eyelids heavy. You finished your bath and washed your face when a little chirp interrupted your thoughts. Hootsie made her way into your room and made herself comfortable by your side. Watching with rapid curiosity as you finished your routine.

You led her out of the bathroom and climbed into bed as she made herself comfortable next to you; spinning around a few times before plopping down with a soft huff. You let your heavy eyes blink once. Then twice before you let then shut and start drifting off to sleep.

A loud bang and huffing startled you to shoot up and rapidly blink at Gricko as he entered your room.

“(Y/N)! This is an emergency! I can't find Hootsie anywhere and I know she comes into here and I figured you would have seen her-”

He stopped mid ramble when Hootsie blinked her big eyes and huffed in annoyance that he interrupted her sleep. He looked to you as your eyes slow blinked at him now that he stopped talking.

“Huh?” Your brain didn't process what he said as he blushed and looked away in embarrassment.

“Sorry about that.”

You gave a sharp nod as you collapsed back into the bed and watched as he floundered in the doorway.

“Are you coming to bed?”

You mumbled it out as he quickly joined you, already dressed for bed in his fox onesie. You were giving him sleepy giggles as he argued with Hootsie to share the blanket as he finally got under the covers. You rolled over and closed your eyes as he said a quick goodnight to you.

“What no goodnight kiss?” You mumbled as you felt the bed shift. It was silent for a moment before a soft brush against your lips woke you enough to realize Gricko was kissing you.

You inhaled and pressed your lips against his. Feeling how soft they were as his hand cupped the side of your face. He pulled away as you smiled softly, keeping your eyes shut as the warmth and comfort made you slip into slumber.

“Goodnight my sweet beauty.”

Torbek

Torbek's first kiss was just sweet. You were enjoying a few sweet treats that Gideon brought back to you. You had a few hard candies, taffy, and some cookies. You were happily munching on taffy when Torbek joined you on the couch.

“Hello Torbek,” you mumbled out with taffy in your mouth.

“Hello (Y/N)? What are you eating?”

“Oh just some taffy. Do you want some?”

“Oh yes please,” he grabbed the handful out of your palm before stuffing it all in his mouth.

You tried to stop him, to tell him that he had to unwrap them, but just watched with your mouth agape as he just chewed them all. You grimaced as he stuck his tongue out and grabbed a piece of paper.

“Torbek thinks it's good but would be better without the wrapping.”

You just giggled before it turned into a burst of laughter as he just watched you. You waved your hand to try and show him that you weren't really laughing at him.

“S-sorry Torbek. That was just really cute. I couldn't help myself.”

You glanced over as he looked a little disheartened and you immediately sobered up. You quickly sit up on your knees to reassure him before he just wraps an arm around your waist to hold you. He nuzzles his face into your boobs and you stroke his head. He looks up at you after a while and you smile at him.

“I'm sorry if I hurt your feelings Torbek.”

“That's ok.”

He still looks sad but you pressed your lips to his reassurance as he makes a noise of surprise before melting into you. You smiled and pulled away as you brush his hair back. He smiles as he locks his lips and hums.

“Ooh, it tastes like huckleberry.”

“My favorite,” you giggled before he pulled you down for another kiss, holding you tight to him as he smiled and you enjoyed a few more sweets.

[suzukiblu]

Day six of February’s first weekly WIP behind the cut; “the puzzle trap sex-room”. content warnings: past grooming, past sexual abuse, past statutory rape, past dubious consent, CURRENT unhealthy coping mechanisms, immediate fallout of sex pollen/death trap-induced sexual coercion, and a POV character who does not understand what the problem with any of that is, he’s FINE, Jesus, lay off already and let him live his life. and like, definitely internalized victim-blaming that said POV character is not actually recognizing as that. So uh, you know, just Kon’s … entire pre-YJ dating history, pretty much? Pretty much that, yeah. (( chrono || non-chrono ))

He’s never, ever felt good about the way Superman’s looked at him. 

“Right now I’m worried about you,” Superman says, because Superman thinks he’s useless, Superman thinks he’s stupid, Superman thinks he’s a fucking moron who needs worried about and can’t just take fucking care of himself like he hasn’t been taking care of himself for his entire fucking life! “Just–can you try to stop–” 

“Fuck you!” Superboy yells much louder at him, and maybe some shit falls off the ceiling and maybe the floor cracks out a little farther and a little worse, but he doesn’t give a fuck either way. He doesn’t care what Superman wants him to fucking stop, nobody cares when he wants them to stop or slow down or just even fucking wait, so–so why the fuck should he care when anyone wants him to?! 

Everyone wants him to. They want him to shut up, sit down, wait for shit–it’s never just easy, never even just simple, he always has to get better and better and better and no one likes what he just fucking is and–and– 

( “Mouthy bitch.” )

Superman doesn’t even listen when he talks. He knows–he knows he talks too much, he knows he talks about himself too much, but what the fuck else is he supposed to talk about? He doesn’t know anything but himself, and Superman–and Superman never– 

He talks about himself too much, but Superman never talks about himself at all.

He’s really–stupid, Superboy realizes. He is fucking stupid. He just–he just wanted–

He doesn’t even know what he fucking wanted. Just–he wanted Superman to think he maybe wasn’t so stupid. Maybe think something about him wasn’t–wasn’t just a shitty xerox made by shitty people, wasn’t . . . 

Superman doesn’t think anything about him, though, except apparently that he’s fucking useless. 

He tells Superman all sorts of shit every time he sees him, and Superman doesn’t even listen or bother to remember or really, like–really even say anything back, ever. Everything Superboy knows about him he got from Cadmus or the news or fucking heresay, not–not–not him. 

He’s so stupid, that he thought that’d ever change. 

He’s so stupid, and no one listens when he says to stop or slow down, they just yank his fucking hair or don’t let go of his arm or pin him down and–and–and they’re just fucking mean! Why’s everyone always so fucking mean about fucking everything?! 

Why’s everyone always so mean to him? 

He really, really tries, so–so why’s everyone–why’s everyone always–? 

( “Fine, whatever, just you’d better have a fuckin’ condom in your stupid Bat-belt.” )

“Superboy,” Superman says cautiously, lifting a placating hand up between them, and Superboy doesn’t even wanna hear that right now. “I just mean if you’re not careful right now, the cave might collapse.” 

The hand Superman’s holding up between them is bruised. 

And Superman really thinks he’s that stupid and useless and blind and reckless that he’d just accidentally cause a fucking cave-in in the middle of somebody else’s stupid base, even if that somebody’s a fucking asshole like fucking Batman. On top of that, cause a fucking cave-in with a pair of baseline humans in the place and not being fucking rockproof. 

Of course he fucking thinks that. 

“Can you calm down for me, please?” Superman asks in that bullshit quiet voice he only uses for people who are fucking actively traumatized, and Superboy really fucking hates him right now. He doesn’t wanna do anything for him. He doesn’t wanna do anything for anyone anymore. He’s so sick of fucking doing shit for people and nobody doing shit for him! 

Robin couldn’t even be nice to him when he was sucking his fucking dick for him, for fuck’s sake. 

Superboy wouldn’t even care about that shit if it hadn’t been everything he’d asked Robin not to do that he’d been so fucking mean about. 

( “The TTK’s only skintight, man, it doesn’t really cover the hair the same way, so could you maybe not yank it like–OW, fucker!” )

“Fuck you,” Superboy repeats, his voice all choked again in a way he hates almost as much as he hates fucking Superman right now. “I don’t wanna do shit for you, you wouldn’t even let go of my fucking arm. Just fuck off and lemme go home, I don’t give a fuck what you think anyway, especially not about who I fuckin’ date.” 

“It’s not dating if she’s taking advantage of you, Kid,” Superman says tightly, and Superboy hates him even fucking more. 

“She’s not, dammit!” he snarls. “She’s not like that! And even if she were, why would I even fucking care, at least she’s actually nice to me!” 

“Kid,” Superman says, looking pained. “That’s not–why would you even say that?” 

“Because she’s fucking NICE to me!” Superboy roars at him, clenching his fists again as his gut and chest both knot up painfully, and the floor cracks a lot worse. 

He still doesn’t give a fuck. 

“You keep saying that,” Batman observes, and Superboy bristles reflexively at hearing the sound of that bullshit “neutral” trap of a tone again and definitely, definitely hates him too. “What does ‘nice’ entail, exactly?” 

“None of your fucking business, asshole,” he bites off sharply, feeling hot with fury and sick with nausea and just so fucking–just so fucking angry. 

Tana doesn’t lie to him. She doesn’t treat him like a kid or try to shut him up every time he opens his mouth; she doesn’t want him to be just stupid muscle or an attack dog she can yank around by the choke chain. She wants him–she wants him to be better, so they can really be together. So he can stop fucking up so much all the time and–and just–she wants him to be better, and she tries to help him be better. 

Nobody else does that, when he fucks up. They just roll their eyes or say something shitty or write him off or treat him like an idiot or a kid or an idiot kid or–or just ignore him, and forget he even fucking exists when he's not right there in front of them. They don’t think about him when he’s not around. 

Tana does, though. Tana–Tana helps him. And she takes care of him. And she fucking likes him and she cares if he gets better or not and–and–

And she's nice to him. 

Tana thinks he can be better, when literally everybody else in the whole fucking world is just surprised whenever he doesn't fuck up too bad or break anything. 

Fuck, Robin thinks he’s broken, even. Thinks he should go to fucking therapy, for fuck’s sake. 

Robin couldn't even tell him he didn't wanna use a fucking condom.

Superboy really–he’d really wanted to use a fucking condom, or at least for Robin to not have thought he was stupid enough that he could just lie to him about not having one, or at least to have not been stupid enough that he’d actually believed him lying to him about not having one. 

( “Huh. You’re actually even more of a whore than I thought you were, Kid.” )

[pvssychicken]

Deserve To Love

Pairings: Chris x ADHD/Anxiety!reader

Summary: After messing up yet another friendship due to her impulsivity, y/n starts to question whether or not she even deserves to be loved.

Warnings: Anxiety attack, self harm, angst, pet names, fluff (idk i mightve missed something)

A/n: This is my first fanfic, I know its really bad, im sorry if there are any errors.

Dividers by @bernardsbendystraws

Y/n's POV

3:05pm

When I got home, I immediately ran to my room, slammed the door, and collapsed on my bed in tears.

I knew arguing back with Samantha was a bad idea, but my emotions were so high, I couldnt control my actions. I didnt realize what I was doing until it was already done.

I could hear my phone blowing up, but i just completely ignored it. I knew that it was either Samantha trying to start more shit, or one of her friends trying to start shit with me. Luckily I had enough controt on my emotions at the moment to know that engaging with them was a bad idea.

Eventually though, I caved. I started reading all of the messages they were sending me, and I started to believe it when they told me that im "A self centered asshole who doesn't deserve to be loved."

I was bawling by the time I had finished reading all of the messages. I couldnt take it anymore. I got up from my bed and ran into the bathroom. I grabbed my razor from the shower and started to take it apart. Halfway through, somethng stopped me, I suddenly rembered, I promised chris i wouldnt do it again. Was breaking 3 months of sobriety worth it? But then i remembered everything that Samantha and her friends said to me, and i knew that this was for the best.

Chris POV

4:00pm

Y/n wasnt responding to my texts or calls, and I was fucking worried. After about and hour of her not responding I eventually decided to go to her house, to make sure everything was okay. Her friends had told me that she got into an argument earlier that day, and i had a really bad feeling about why she wasnt responding.

I got to her house and immediately went up to her room, scared of what id find.

I was shocked to find her in my fresh love hoodie (that had blood stains on it already), on her bed, fast asleep, with her mascara running down her face.

I went and sat down next to her, and softly rubbed her arm to wake her up.

"Baby? Whats the matter" I asked, whilst trying to wrap my arms around her.

But she didnt let me. Instead she just rolled over, so she was facing away from me.

"You dont have to keep up the act Chris, you dont have to keep pretending that you care." Her voice was soft, and trembling. "I know youre just pretending to like me because you feel bad for me, you dont have to lie anymore. I know im a self centered bitch who doesnt deserve love"

She then sat up and looked at me, with tears in her eyes. She wrapped her arms around her body, like she was trying to hide something.

"Oh baby, who told you that? Because it is not true" My eyes were now starting to well up with tears, I couldn't bear to hear her talk about herself this way. "I love you so much, and I think that you are the least self centered person ive ever met. Come here" I spoke, wrapping my arms around her. She winced when i gave her a little squeeze, and i then knew what she was hiding.

"Hey sweetheart, can you please roll up your sleeves for me?" She hesitantly looked at me, before rolling up her sleeves, exposing the new scars. "Oh honey, I wish you wouldve come and talked to me before you did anything."

"I-I know, im sorry. I understand if youre mad at me." She buried her face into my chest. Instead of responding, I just pressed kisses to every new scar that had appeared that day, showing her that i could never be mad at her and that she deserved all the love in the world.

[ynbabe]

Male! Reader x Batfam- P.t 1

Just silly lil incorrect quotes based on a WIP

Y/N after being forced to babysit the Wayne's, to Dick: You're my husband.

Dick, smirking at the others: Yeah I am.

Y/N, to Damian: You're my child.

Damian, begrudgingly: Yes.

Y/N, to Jason: You're my bitch.

Jason: Yeah I am- wait, what?

Y/N, to Steph, Cass and Duke: My besties.

The trio: Naturally.

Y/N, to Tim: HA, GAY!

Tim 'totally doesn't have a crush' Drake: Fuck you.

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Dick, thought he was the babysitter: What’s the point of all of this?

Bruce: I need to go off-planet and also revenge for the Batmobile.

Jason, who stole it for a joyride: The best revenge is FORGIVENESS.

Tim, pointing to Y/n sipping a margarita at 7 in the morning with sparkly pink sunglasses: Well, there’s no chance of that.

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Dick with Y/n at a PTM with all his other siblings: That kid shouldn't be allowed to treat Tim that way.

Y/n: Are you thinking what I’m thinking?

Dick: Yeah, let’s give him a piece of our minds--

Y/n: Let’s stab him!!!!!

Dick:

Y/n: Damian, get a knife real quick.

Dick: NO-

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Bruce, at his old age of 52: You're a lying piece of shit!

Y/n, 29 but technically 2000 years old: Oh yeah? You're the idiot that thinks you can get away with everything you do, WELCOME TO THE REAL WORLD!

Y/n: I'm leaving and I'm taking Dick with me!

Y/N: AND THE KIDS

Alfred, used to Bruce and his Immortal friends bs, gathering cards: And that's quite enough Monopoly for today.

Dick, being tugged by both Bruce and Y/n: I DON'T EVEN LIVE HERE! ALFIE, HELP!

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Y/n, getting the tour to babysit: Man, they look like a real handful. How do you deal with them?

Bruce, watching Dick screaming, Damian trying to set a sleeping Jason on fire, and Steph choking on air: I don't know either.

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Y/n: The floor is lava!

Dick: *helps Y/N onto the counter*

Jason and Damian: *pushing each other off the sofa*

Tim: *lays on the floor*

Y/n: ...Are you okay?

Tim: No.

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Goon 1, talking about Redhood: I heard he's horrible.

Goon 2: Yeah, dude probably has an iceberg for a heart.

*Meanwhile, in the Cave*

Y/N: Hold still!

Jason: I had an itch!

Y/N, putting stickers on Jason's mask: I don't care, you're going to mess me up.

Jason: *Rolls his eyes but lets Y/N continue while he's smiling behind his mask.*

Y/N, margarita in hand: *Puts a gold star on Jason's redhood helmet* there. Perfect, just like you.

Jason, tearing up: Thank you.

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Y/n: BE A BETTER PERSON!

Dick: WHY?!

Y/n: BECAUSE SOMEONE NEEDS TO HAVE MORALS IN THIS RELATIONSHIP, AND IT SURE AS FUCK AIN'T GONNA BE ME, SWEETHEART!

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*Dick and Y/n on a mission*

Dick, snickering to himself: Y/n needs help. Guess I have to get to the top myself

Y/n, without thinking: You’re incapable of topping anything you’re a fucking bottom

Dick: *immediately trips over nothing*

Tim, on comms support: … guys?

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Steph: I love this new strawberry-flavoured shampoo I got!

Y/n: Flavored?

Steph: Scented! I mean scented.

Steph: But yeah, it tastes like strawberries too!

Y/n, calling poison control: No you did not! STEPH!

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[Jason, Tim, Steph, Cass, Duke and Damian doing something dangerous]

Y/n [judging while drinking a margarita] Look at those morons. Where are their parents?

Y/n: ...

Y/n: Oh shit! I'm their parent!

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Tim, about his crush on Kon: I need life advice

Y/n, sipping a Margarita and eating cookie dough: You came to the right person